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Tweak says, "I GOT YOU BABE!"

The Eleventh Doctor (amadmanwithabox) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-01-02 23:19:00

Entry tags:

beth kane, lucy saxon, the doctor (11), the master

Who: The Doctor, Lucy Saxon and Harry Saxon. And Kitty the cat (NPC).
What: The Doctor brings Lucy her cat. Harry stops by too. Cue TARDIS part.
Where: Lucy's flat to begin. Then the Master's TARDIS, Lolita.
When: After this.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

The Doctor was confused. Happy, and a bit excited, but mostly confused. He was happy and excited because he had genuinely missed Lucy's company and was glad for the opportunity to visit with her, but he was confused because he hadn't really expected the invitation. Not now, at least. Not really any time soon, if he was being completely honest. And he did that sometimes. Not often, because Rule One existed for a reason, but he did do it. But he was digressing. Lucy was from a darker time in her life and she didn't remember their previous association in the city. She blamed him for many thing, and rightly so, so he could hardly blame her for not wanting anything to do with him. He had estimated that, if she ever forgave him and moved past her negative feelings toward him, it would take some time for her to interact with him in any sort of friendly manner. He just missed her warmth and her composure and her unfailing politeness. She had been lovely. She still was, he just didn't expect to see much of that.

Oh, she would be polite, of course; he had seen as much in the early days of sharing a flat with her last time. But it wouldn't be genuine so much as habit and breeding showing in her actions. And she certainly wouldn't like him, not right away and possibly not at all. And the Doctor really did like to be liked. Especially by her. He missed Lucy. His Lucy. Well, not his Lucy, since she wasn't his at all and he didn't own people and the Master and River would likely both be cross if he really thought of her like that, but the Lucy he had known before. But this was still her, just very different and not that yet, and there was a chance she could be again. He hoped she could be again, or even someone different with whom he could be close.

Mycroft was working, something he seemed to do rather a lot but not enough that the Doctor felt he was avoiding him through work, so he didn't have to worry about bringing his temporary spouse with him. And Mary was exploring the TARDIS, and possibly other worlds, with Mickey the Mogwai, so it was just him. Just him and Lucy. And possibly Jack, if he wasn't working. Though Mycroft wasn't using work to avoid him, he was certainly encouraging his employees to use their jobs as an escape if they wanted to. All in all, he found it rather clever. So, yes. Just him and Lucy. And that was a little scary. This Lucy really didn't know this him, and it felt a bit like going into battle unarmed...or un-sonic-ed, to put himself in this situation without knowing what would happen. He liked knowing, or faking it when he really didn't know, and appearing clever. He couldn't do that here. He could only hope he didn't bollocks things up too terribly much.

Leaning down to Kitty, his peace offering of sorts for this conversation, he held out his hand. "Come here, sweetheart," he said, smiling as she jumped up onto his shoulder. "You're a lovely girl, aren't you?" He was quite fond of the cat, and he knew he would miss her, but Lucy needed her more than he did right now. He had River and Mary and Mickey and Sexy. He would be fine. And, though Lucy had people too and he was grateful for that fact, he felt like Kitty would be good for her. "Let's go see Lucy. You remember her don't you? Lucy? Pretty blonde lady who was ever so nice to you." The feline mewed in the affirmative and the Doctor stroked her behind the ears with a fond grin before exiting the TARDIS and standing awkwardly in front of the door to Lucy's flat for a moment before finally knocking.

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amadmanwithabox
2012-01-06 05:00 am UTC (link)

The Doctor had to admit that he was also interested in who the Master had been paired off with, but he wasn't quite thrilled at the answer. "So she's a bit mental is what you're saying?" he asked, glancing over at his friend. "Yes, no way that could go horribly wrong. No way at all." He raised an eyebrow, continuing dryly. "And of course, you let the mad girl run about your TARDIS as she likes. I'm seeing absolutely no flaws in your reasoning there." Requisite lecture done, he turned to Lucy. "And you, Lucy," he said, "how are you coping with Jack? I know he can be very...well...he's Jack. Where do I start? He's temperamental, stubborn, childish...I mean...he's a dear friend, but I know he can be trying, especially if you're stuck with him. Are you all right? Do you need me to give him a talking to? Because I will. I absolutely will."

They reached the room where they would be having tea and he sighed, shaking his head. "Honestly, Koschei," he said, taking it in, "it's like you never have company over. All this dust." He made his way over to the tea, and started fiddling about with it. "I'll just..." he poured the tea into one of the cups, adding one sugar and holding it out to Lucy without even thinking. He'd made her tea on more than one occasion the last time she was here, and now it was practically second nature. "Here you...go..." He trailed off as he realised the level of familiarity he had implied with the action and got flustered. "I...um...I'm sorry if I...assumed...I just thought. I do that sometimes. Think. I really shouldn't. It's just...that's how...I mean...here you go. Tea." Well, that was certainly brilliant of him. Good job there. Why was he so dreadful at this?

He fixed a cup for the Master, then his own with milk and sugar, and fidgeted as he sat down. "I...hope you like your tea, Lucy," he finally said, still feeling a bit like an idiot. He took a sip of his tea, mostly because if he was drinking it he couldn't say any more stupid things.

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wellthisisgrand
2012-01-13 04:37 am UTC (link)

In the midst of the fidgeting, said mad-girl-running-about-the-TARDIS drifted into the room, a burst of white and pastels broken up by black-rimmed eyes and red lips. Upon seeing the tea set out, she clapped her hands together and proclaimed in a girlish voice, "There's PLENTY of room! Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?"

Without waiting for an answer, she came right up to the table and picked up the tea pot. "No, I'll look first, and see whether it's marked "poison" or not." She closed one eye and examined closely. Apparently nothing about the tea pot registered as "poison" because she tipped the tea pot to fill a cup to overflowing. Then, she worked her mouth around a few times and spat out a razor blade that clinked as it hit the wet saucer.

She looked silently to each of the three people at the table, expression solemn. Then she attempted to bite her tea cup, gave up and set on the table with a slosh of tea, and snatched away the Doctor's tea cup as she danced off to the doorway. She paused a moment before exiting to smash the tea cup against a dusty bookcase and sighed melodramatically. "Oh, I like it well enough-- only it was so dusty and hot, and the elephants did tease so!"

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neverthatbright
2012-01-13 05:03 am UTC (link)

Truth be told, Lucy wasn't certain what bothered her more. The fact that the Master was stuck with someone that he felt the need to describe as 'delightfully kooky' or the fact that the thought of him actually spending his time with a woman that wasn't her wasn't something she liked to think about. She knew it wasn't logical, or even sane, to be jealous. She was all too well aware that, not only was this not his fault in any shape or fashion, but also that she had no right to be jealous in the first place. Yet she couldn't help how she felt.

Fortunately, the Doctor managed to refocus on her thoughts away from such a dangerous topic by fixing her tea all without benefit of being asked how she preferred it. Blinking a bit owlishly, Lucy took the offered cup with a faint smile and a murmured thanks. She took a seat, casting a curious gaze around the room they were in. She had just raised the teacup to her lips to take a sip in order to be able to assure the Doctor that it was fine, when the most peculiar thing happened.

The woman they had been talking about entered, examined the teapot, poured herself a cup, and spit out a razorblade. Then she stole the Doctor's tea before flouncing away with a melodramatic proclamation and the smashing of that teacup as though it was the most normal thing in the world to do. All the while quoting the writings of an author that Lucy personally hadn't read since she was a very young girl.

Honestly, if she hadn't just witnessed the entire debacle herself, she never would have believed it happened. And, for a long moment after the talk of teasing elephants had finished bouncing around inside her mind, Lucy could do nothing more than stare with wide eyes - her own teacup still raised halfway to her mouth and seemingly frozen in place - as she tried to process what she had just witnessed. Which is precisely when she did something that, in retrospect, wasn't very polite yet she couldn't have stopped no matter how hard she might have tried.

She laughed.

It began as a giggle. More of a snicker, really, half-covered with a cough in a vain attempt to stifle the sound. Then she blinked, gaze flickering first to the Doctor then to the Master. And giggled again. And again. Finally, as her laughter began to flow more regularly, she managed to set down her teacup and quickly moved to pour the Doctor some more. "Well," she said, blue eyes shining with merriment that she knew she likely shouldn't express but couldn't seem to help, "she's certainly... colourful."

With another giggle, Lucy held the newly poured cup of tea out for the Doctor to take and shot the Master a sly little smile somewhat reminiscent of how she used to look when they would sit about, discussing things that she knew she shouldn't. "I would say perhaps you should have invited her to stay but I'm not certain the dishes would survive an entire sitting..."

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