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Tweak says, "Or let us live forever"

lucy saxon isn't as dumb as she seems to be (neverthatbright) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-05 23:39:00

Entry tags:

!closed, #complete, lucy saxon, the master

WHO: Lucy Saxon and the Master
WHAT: A surprisingly calm reunion.
WHEN: Not long after Lucy posted this.
WHERE: The steps of the Grand Library, to start.
RATING: PGish [language and references to darker themes]
STATUS: Complete!

The Master was alive.

Lucy had known there was always a chance he would be resurrected. She had known, as soon as she was settled in prison, she had to start making plans to stop that from happening. However no sooner had she received her sentence did she find herself in that strange little library with knights who seemed determined to keep her out. Clutching the device they'd given her in her hand, she stared once more at the conversation she was having over what she guessed was a public message board of some kind. Her stomach tightened at the words that stared back up at her, finger lightly dancing across the small picture that made identification all too easy.

The Master was alive.

She wasn't prepared for this. She was in an unfamiliar city that apparently wasn't even on Earth, she couldn't leave, and she wasn't at all prepared to face him again. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she quickly scrolled through the menu of her PDA. It had given her the number of a flat, as well as a map, and she was curious if there was anything else of use. Anything at all that might help her.

Coming up empty, the woman closed her eyes for a brief moment. Her jaw quivered, lips pressing softly together as she swallowed down the emotions rampaging through her. When her eyes reopened she was calm, almost detached. Rising to her feet, she gripped her PDA tightly with one hand and began descending the stairs. She knew she wouldn't make it all the way to her new flat. She knew he was already on his way because she knew him. What she didn't know, though, was when exactly their paths would cross or what would happen once they did.

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neverthatbright
2010-11-11 01:23 am UTC (link)

It was, by far, the most he'd ever shared about himself in one go. So much so, in fact, that Lucy found herself a bit overwhelmed. Listening to him speak of Gallifrey, of a time before the war that he only spoke of in passing, the memories he only relived when the Doctor seemed to be in his life, she studied his face as he stared up at the ceiling. Her brow furrowed at his laugh, lips pulled downward into a thoughtful look that faded back to blankness by the time his gaze came back around to her.

"I'm sorry, Harry. So terribly sorry," she said, meaning every word. It wasn't right, that he'd been betrayed again and again. It wasn't fair that he had to live with the memories of that forever. Her heart ached for him as much as she dared let it. The fact was, though, she knew his good mood would be reaching an end soon enough. She'd been way too fortunate thus far and was scared to push it any further by asking yet more questions.

Instead she rose finally, fingers trailing up his arm and resting lightly on his shoulder as she walked around the chair. "Would you care for some tea?" she questioned, glancing toward the kitchen.

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cantyouhearit
2010-11-13 04:55 am UTC (link)

There really wasn't anything that could be said beyond what he had. There were words swirling in his find, echoes of betrayals fully remembered and those half forgotten in the fog of centuries. There were days where he'd sit and stretch for a memory, for a time before there was a constant thrumming in the back of his mind, before the drum beat had entered his existence and disrupted his whole understanding of who and what he was. But right now, as the drums in his head began to ebb away now that the torrent of memories had left, and the calm had started to return, he didn't strain for another location to take his mind off of everything.

He was content right where he was.

His head lulled to the side as her fingers trailed up his arm, turning just enough to place a fleeting kiss to the back of her hand before looking up at her with an amazingly serene look in his eyes, "Yes, please."

For anyone else, it was a situation that probably would have been highly unsettling.

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