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When Harry raised his hands, Lucy couldn't help but flinch. She didn't dare pull away even if she was half convinced he was going to strike her. If she did pull away, she knew for a fact it would only make it worse. And as sick as it was - and she could admit it was certainly sickness of some sort that kept her with him - she actually felt a bit relieved when he didn't hit her but instead simply cupped her face. Yes, his grip was tight. Yes, his expression clearly showed he was on the edge. However she'd managed to at least speak up and not get struck for her effort, and Lucy was going to consider that a small victory in its own right.

As long as you don't shoot me again, we'll be fine.

The sentence made her stomach drop clear to her feet. The urge to respond was a strong one. The desire to point out if he'd simply call the Toclafane off they could avoid any chance of that happening was something she almost couldn't ignore. Fortunately for her, however, he turned from her and crossed to the window, effectively turning her attention to something other than an overwhelming need to speak out of turn yet again.

When he opened the curtains, Lucy hesitated. Part of her wanted nothing more than to leave the room. Where, she wasn't sure. Perhaps their bedroom. Perhaps the Doctor's TARDIS in the other bedroom. Hell, she'd be fine going into Harry's TARDIS if it meant escaping what she knew she was going to see if she looked outside. She didn't need to witness the invasion to know what it looked like. She didn't need to see the people being slaughtered to remember how it had happened before. She didn't want to see any of it, truth be told.

But Lucy had learned the hard way before that her needs didn't matter in the slightest unless the somehow suited Harry's desires in the moment, and that clearly was not the case here. So she forced herself to move toward him, each step feeling as though she were driving another nail into her coffin, until finally she was standing beside him. Her gaze slid from him to the window and, for one brief moment, she was back home again watching the Toclafane pour from the skies in overwhelming numbers.

She could all but feel the eyes of the others who had been on that ship boring into the back of her head and was half convinced, were she to turn and look, they would be standing there. She knew they weren't, though. They weren't back home. They were in Colligo, far away from anything and anyone she knew, and this was really happening all over again. A fact that was solidified in her mind as Harry pointed out they wouldn't be leaving even if Jack Harkness managed to show up and try to save the day all over again.

Eyes wide, Lucy inched forward ever so slightly and hesitant placed her hand against the smooth, cool glass. Her nose was nearly pressed into the hard surface as she tried to look directly below them at the people fleeing down the streets by the dozens.

"Oh, Harry..." she whispered softly, turning her gaze back to him. Her eyes shone with a mixture of worry, fear, and excitement that bordered almost on mania. It was perhaps the closest she'd come to looking like her old self - the Lucy she'd been when the invasion back home had started, before she'd been broken almost beyond repair. She blinked, looked back out the window in time to see an explosion light up the skies in the distance, and asked slightly worriedly as she instinctively stepped closer to her husband, "You're sure there's no way of stopping them?"

Because if there was a way, the Doctor would figure it out. And then her husband would become the most hated man in a city they couldn't leave.

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