InsaneJournal

WHO: Lucy Saxon and The Master
WHAT: A snapshot of domesticity. Be afraid, people. Be very afraid.
WHEN: Today; afternoon
WHERE: Their flat
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Although Lucy enjoyed working again, enjoyed feeling as though she had some sort of purpose other than simply being the wife of the Master, she did very much enjoy her days off. The good thing about her job - well, one of the good things as Lucy did truly enjoy what she did for a living - was that she could often take days off during the week provided she was ahead in her reading of whatever manuscript she'd been assigned and had all of her paperwork caught up. Considering in the first few days after her memories had returned she had spent as much time as possible in her office rather than at home with a man she suddenly found herself despising as much as she loved him, she certainly was ahead of the curve compared to the rest of her employees. So it was quite easy for her to decide to take part of the week off, knowing she wouldn't fall very far behind.

The first day she had travelled out of the city with others of her reality. The experience had been an interesting one but had also made Lucy yearn for the days when she'd travelled with Harry. Yes, those trips hadn't exactly worked out wonderfully for her psyche but she had enjoyed the time alone with him, getting to know the most brilliant, passionate man she'd ever met. The second day she'd had to run into the office for the afternoon and had wound up stuck there a bit later than normal. She had spoken with Rose via text on her way home, not quite sure why she was seeking out the girl that was involved with the Doctor besides the hope that perhaps she wouldn't be judged too harshly over a connection to a madman that she couldn't explain.

Today marked the third, and final, day off for her and Lucy had spent most of the morning lounging about. She had flipped through a few pages of a new book she'd picked up, answered a few texts and glanced at the network, but for the most part she had simply enjoyed relaxing. It was nice, in a terribly domestic sort of way, but Lucy found herself worrying more and more that her husband was going to get quite tired of the whole mess. Yes he had his TARDIS but he wasn't the sort meant to stay still for very long and she couldn't help but wonder when he might grow tired of the picture of a happy home and do something to shake things up again.

She was also ashamed to admit that, as much as she enjoyed the calm, she was looking forward to whatever mad thing he might come up with. For the moment, however, she was going to take advantage of the lack of chaos and hopefully figure out exactly where she stood with her husband now that her memories had returned fully. Which would be much easier to determine if she actually told him her memories had returned... assuming he hadn't already figured it out for himself.

Having wandered into the bedroom to put up her book and the paperwork she'd needed to go over and sign, Lucy came back out in search of the man in question. She was nervous that the conversation, if she even worked up the nerve to have it that is, wasn't going to go well. The thought made her heart ache. It was wrong on so very many levels but she really did love him. She just wasn't certain anymore that love was enough and knew the time had come to find out the answer, once and for all. Watching him for a few moments longer, she finally decided to start out slow and see where the conversation went.

"Busy?" she questioned quietly, a hesitant curiosity in her tone.