InsaneJournal

WHO: Lucy Saxon and the Master
WHAT: Lucy has no memories of the Master. The Master is suddenly human. Awkward conversation is awkward.
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHERE: Their flat
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Despite the fact that many people who knew her thought so, Lucy was far from stupid. She wasn't necessarily bright but she wasn't a total idiot. She knew that something was going on that she wasn't being told about. She didn't know what, of course, but she knew things weren't adding up. The first clue had been the fact that Harold Saxon had known her. Now, that in and of itself wasn't too odd. He had written a book that had broken records in its climb to the top of the charts and she was in publishing. However that wasn't all there was.

Her bedroom was the other issue. Discovering she'd been assigned the same flat as Harold had certainly been odd. Learning there was another who was assigned the flat with them, when it was merely a two bedroom, was even odder. Going into the bedroom and discovering articles of clothing that looked very much like things she would wear, tucked away as though they'd been there for some time and had even been worn? That, she couldn't understand. Her natural assumption was that clearly some woman had occupied the room at some point. Yet Harold never mentioned having had another flatmate. Just as he hadn't explained how he'd known her name, up to and especially including why he was comfortable enough addressing her as a very informal 'Luc' when they'd first spoken over the network.

So needless to say, Lucy was well aware there was something she was missing. Something she wasn't being told that, the more she thought about it, was causing her to be ridiculously frustrated and not at all trusting of, well, much of anything really.

Of course, while Lucy wasn't an idiot, she was the sort to keep such things to herself. She rarely confronted others, even when it would be perfectly acceptable to do so, and more than understood her place in the world in which she lived. She was the youngest child of a man with quite a few high-end connections and it was her job to be polite, charming, as attractive as was possible, and primarily seen and not heard. The only time she broke from that role was when she was working and, even then, it often took the assurances from coworkers that made her comfortable enough to push her boundaries and insist on assignments that were worthwhile and interesting. As this wasn't work related, and as her default behaviour when uncertain was to revert to type, Lucy had yet to say anything to Harold regarding her mounting suspicion.

Until now.

Spotting a conversation on the network where someone had apparently died and been restored to life, devoid of any memories of their time previously in the city, Lucy had decided it was time to see if that was what had happened to her as well. If it was, she didn't understand why no one had bothered to tell her as much but, really, she didn't care why. She simply wanted to know because, at the rate things were going, she was starting to feel as though she was going a bit mad. Clearly wanting to avoid such a situation, she finally told herself she would take action as soon as she had the first opportunity. And, as she sat on the sofa a few hours later, reading a book and enjoying a cup of tea, that opportunity seemed to arrive when she glanced up to find her flatmate coming into the room.

Marking her place in the book, she swallowed down on her nervousness, gave him a hesitant smile and a quiet, "I didn't realize you were here." Which wasn't unusual, really. He apparently liked to keep to himself as much as she did, or at least it seemed that way.