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lucy saxon isn't as dumb as she seems to be (neverthatbright) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2010-11-30 21:18:00

Lucy wasn't very fond of this place called Colligo. It kept changing things around, messing with people in ways she didn't particularly like. The most recent pandemic had been the sudden altering of personalities that some were experiencing. Normally she would have found such a situation to be quite entertaining. However one of the first to be affected was Harry and he still, what felt like ages later, wasn't back to himself.

It wasn't that Lucy had a problem with the new version of her husband. He was certainly nice enough, and quite thoughtful and caring. Spending time with him was a calming endeavour. And that, really, was exactly the problem. She missed her Harry. She missed the man she married, the one who would go from giddy to dangerous in less than the blink of an eye. Yes she didn't have to worry about this one hurting her, but he was not the man she'd fallen in love with and Lucy was quite ready to have that man back.

Unfortunately there wasn't anything she could do to speed up the process and just sitting around in the flat waiting didn't seem all that productive. Wanting to take her mind off her troubles for a bit she'd made her way to the streets. The last time she'd wandered aimlessly she'd wound up turned around then ran into the Doctor. This time she was hoping her outing wouldn't be quite so adventurous but was more than willing to risk it. So armed with her PDA and some cash should something catch her eye, Lucy made her way toward an area of the city that seemed to have a little something for everyone.

It was as she was turning from a window display that had caught her eye, some half an hour later, that she spotted in the reflection someone who made her stop in her tracks. Ianto Jones. She remembered him from Torchwood, the organization having more than earned Harry's attention during his rise to power in Great Britain. She wasn't sure if the man had seen her yet and wanted to believe that he wouldn't recognize her even if he had. Yet while the urge to flee was strong, Lucy also knew she couldn't just walk away. Not when there was at least someone here who might be passingly familiar to her.

So more than willing to risk any possible hostility for being on two very opposite sides of the spectrum of morality, Lucy turned from the window toward where the man in question stood. Her expression was a carefully blank one, blue eyes wide and lips slightly parted as she met his gaze without flinching.