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Ode to the Universe ( a Doctor Who dressing room )
When she was twenty two, the future looked bright... 
3rd-Sep-2009 10:25 am
[Set in the time between The Last of the Time Lords and the Christmas specials]

Lucy sat on the lawn of her father's house and sipped pimms with cucumber threw a straw. It was pinky coloured and the green set off nicely with a country feel one could never imagine in the city. She crossed her legs in her white muslin dress, pushing her blonde hair back behind an ear.

This was the life. Nothing could bother her now.

Lucy blinked and slowly opned her eyes.

Her prison cell was still there after all. She sighed and began counting the bricks again. She wondered when visiting time would be, her question was answered by a knock on the door. She would have 2 hours to see anyone who cared enough to visit her in this hole. Two whole hours to hold stare out of the window whilst others looked at her wondering what she was in for. Since everyone had forgotten the year where she was queen of earth, she had been accused of murder. The murders of Vivian Rook and Harold Saxon, funny really. She sighed to herself, waiting to be led out to her table.
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5th-Sep-2009 11:05 pm (UTC)
[Also set in this time, because why not?]

Have a Master, one who's sitting at the table with a vaguely bored expression and... blonde hair. Wearing something that horrifyingly resembles something akin to a hoody, and it's not his preferred method of dress but he has to disguise himself in the smallest ways. It wouldn't do to advertise that he's the man Lucy Saxon went to prison for murdering.

Alright, so he wasn't the best at disguises - that wasn't the issue, here.

Rebirth, when not in a regeneration sense, hadn't effected his psyche positively - in fact, if it was possible, he was even more unstable than he had been before. Not too unstable to forget his wife, however, and that's why he was here, sitting at the table and waiting for her to arrive.

Oh, it was going to be a pity to see her in pathetic prison wear.
5th-Sep-2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
Lucy was looking at her feet as she walked along. She was sick of wearing black pumps, they reminded her of being back at school all those years ago, well...not so long ago relatively. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, and as she caugh a glimpse of herself in a one way mirror as she walked past, she noticed how horrifying and pale she looked. Not that she was expecting anyone to come and see her apart from her legal team. Bless Daddy and his idea's of freedom. There was no justice for people like Lucy Saxon, not anymore.

As she walked across the room, the guard holding on to her by the elbow, she glanced over to where they were heading. A figure in a black sweat top with curiously fake looking blonde hair sat and from the back...she squinted. It couldn't be, no, it simply wasn't.

She sat down and looked into the eyes of her husband. Lucy gasped almost theatrically. This had to be some kind of hallucination. Perhaps someone had spiked her drinking water again.
5th-Sep-2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
He glanced up in time to see her walk inside - my, but did she look awful. Not her best, not by far, but he didn't exactly look his most shining either.

The last thing he remembers of her is the gun. What a surprise that had been. Killing him hadn't felt as much of a betrayal as her chanting of the Doctor's name had - 'for better or for worse', she'd said. He scoffed, low and inaudible.

But they weren't exactly the type to let a few marital betrayals get in the way of things.

"Lucy," he said, sliding his hands out against the table, palm-flat against it surface. "My 'faithful' companion. I haven't seen you since 'my baby shot me down', have I?" There was a pause as his eyes raked over her currently-gaunt features. "Who put you in here?"
5th-Sep-2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
She struggles not to laugh out loud. This would neither be the time or the place to draw attention to herself, or to Harry. This had't really been how she'd imagined meeting him again. Perhaps they would have met on a deserted beach, or on a distant planet somewhere. But not here, not like this.

"Who put me here?" she scoffed just a little bit, rolling her eyes and looking up towards the ceiling.

"The Government, Torchwood. The Doctor. They all wanted me here, too much a liability I suppose..."

She really wanted to reach across the table and clasp his hands in hers, but instead she moved them out infront of her also, placing her palms flat on the surface lamenting at the lack of varnish on her nails.
7th-Sep-2009 12:43 pm (UTC)
"A hoodie and a bad bleach job? I thought he was supposed to be an uber-genius."
Jack made a face, sitting back as he watched the surveillance camera footage.
He looked at the little weasel and his inmate lovebird and frowned.
"It's gotta be true love," he chuckled, "She shot him."
He remembered this one time that an ex-girlfriend shot him-- at Ellis Island's gateway, no less. Damn, that was cold. Hurt, too. At least Annie didn't aim for his...
"No..."
Jack's eyes widened.
"No no no..."
He shot up from his chair in the dingy little surveillance room as he saw the Master-- funky hoody and new blondined hair and all-- looking straight up at him via the (supposedly) hidden camera.
He tapped on his ear comm.
"Ianto? Gwen?"
Zero, zip, nada.
The comm was out.
He saw the leering grin and the "I see you" fingers-and-eyes gesturing.
"Hey! Sergeant grunt!" Jack bellowed to a police officer standing near the doorway. The copper jumped at the crack of the captain's voice. He nearly dropped his cup of coffee.
"Bloody Torchwood!" the copper grumbled. "Yeah, what'cha want?"
"I need a total lockdown of this prison facility-- RIGHT NOW!"
He pushed by the policeman and ran down the hall.
"Only at a time when the Doc's gone," Captain Harkness said, exasperated. He knew that ordinary law enforcement would do very little good-- but it was all that he had to rely on now.
He drew his vintage Webley sidearm and prepared for the worst...

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