The Doctor’s eyebrows knit together. This wasn’t the first case he’d heard of the rift saving someone from Death’s grasp. Even though it was a good thing they were alive and well, it could also be a rather not good thing. If Lucy, and the others, were meant to be dead. Then they should be dead.
He gave a nervous glance to the sky as if waiting for the reapers to start showing up, just like they had for Roses father.
Perhaps he needed to look into this more. If time wasn’t screwy with all these antinomies running around then something out there was supporting a huge amount of paradoxes.
Pulling on a bright smile the Doctor spoke up, “Congrats Ms. Saxon, you’ve got a second shot a life. Do something good with it this time, yeah?”
He really hoped she would stear clear of the Master’s sort of life. Though he doubted it, he still hoped she’d surprise him.
Lucy stared at him, incredulous, bitter, achingly sad. As if the extra time was a good thing. His bright smile, it was as if he was mocking her. How could he not see? “But I was so ready…” she said softly. “I thought I was done.” But of course, that would’ve required the universe working in her favor. What a nice thought.
Do something good? Like what? There was no space for goodness left in her life. She’d sacrificed all that for love, and now she was rotten to the core, a broken thing. And worst of all, alone.
She swallowed. “Missus,” she corrected, voice even smaller this time, barely there. ‘Ms. Saxon’ didn’t make any sense. It was her married name, yet the letters before it indicated she was unmarried. She wanted none of the ridiculousness of insisting on being a ‘miss’ after marriage. Sad as it was in hindsight, she wanted the one last indication that at some point she had been half of a whole.
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He raised an eyebrow at her. ”Sorry?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine for what. Probably sorry for looking so dreadful. ”Well, I have to agree, this hospital is doing the bare minimum of caring for you.” He couldn’t understand how humans survived on such primitive medical care. It had to be the cause of their tiny lifespans. ”Honestly, it’s your fault for injuring yourself. Don’t get yourself hurt if your hospitals can’t properly care for you. I won’t always be around to see your existence continued.”
Now that was an odd thought. He did have a habit of checking up on her, thought he couldn’t imagine why. It was a thought for another time, he decided. He was the Master, and king of his thoughts. If he believed that she was worth the effort right now, then who was he to question his own genius? (He didn’t bother to think about why that made no sense.)
“At Broadfell?” he questioned. ”I didn’t think it was that bad.” After a moment’s pause he added, “that was your fault too, you know. Don’t mess with processes you don’t understand. Your attempt was cute really, and honestly, if you’re going to cause an explosion, hasn’t anyone taught you not to stand so close to them? This is basic knowledge, Lucy.”
He must’ve misunderstood her apology, because Lucy hadn’t the faintest idea what he was talking about. Scolding her for getting herself hurt, that much was clear. He was probably just upset he didn’t get to do it himself. Of course he wouldn’t enjoy finding her already injured and helpless if he wasn’t the cause… “I didn’t expect to survive,” she said softly, still sounding apologetic.
His next statement made her eyes go wide. If he was talking about seeing her existence continued, did that mean…? No, couldn’t possibly. There was no other reason for him to be here.
She laid back down as he chided her for her failed explosion, on her side facing away from him. She felt like a scolded child. Of course he had to rub in her failure, her stupidity. It had been a stupid plan anyway. Eventually, once he’d finished talking, she rolled onto her back and stared up at him. “What does it matter? Aren’t you just going to kill me?”
She hadn’t been awake for more than a minute before looking at him in fear. He suppressed the need to roll his eyes in favor of sitting on the bed completely, turning his body to face her and crossing his legs. He rested his right elbow on his right knee and let his hand support his head as he leaned it to that side. ”Lucy,” he said, his tone bored. ”There’s no need to be so dramatic.”
Did she really have to shrink away like that? That was absolutely ridiculous. He hadn’t been the least bit threatening his whole time in her hospital room, in fact, his body language had been very relaxed. He let out a sigh as he stared at her, looking at what IVs the hospital had her attached to, the vital monitors, and then back to her. She looked like a mess, it was obvious.
“What happened to you?” he asked. ”You look dreadful.”
She’d survived the initial explosion. She’d survived being dumped on the side of the rode. She’d survived the injuries sustained in the blast. Through no action of her own, Lucy Saxon had survived things she never should’ve in the space of a week, and now, when it looked like she might survive in the long run, the Master had found her and she was going to die.
“Sorry,” she apologized, voice small. Despite the apology, she made no move to look less afraid. How could she? How could he not expect her to be? The calm way he sat on the bed only made it worse, as if this visit meant nothing.
She didn’t speak for a long few moments when he asked what had happened to her. How could she possibly answer that? She’d tried to kill him. Again. Seeing him here proved it hadn’t worked. So, she’d failed to kill either him or herself. All her efforts were for nothing. Eventually she swallowed. “Explosion.” He’d know what she meant.
Another night, another dull party full of dull people. Lucy was supposed to be inside, mingling, trying to squeeze every dollar she could out of rich benefactors. She was working with a new charity, this time for African children dying of some disease or another, the kind politicians make sure to write fat checks to during election season and forget about two weeks later. A noble cause, probably, but that didn’t make the networking any less painful.
She’d been hired because she looked nice in a cocktail dress and talked to people easily, and she’d taken the job because it paid decently without being all that difficult, but something she hadn’t anticipated was all the events. At least once a week, she’d have to go to one of these things, and as good as she was at it, she hardly enjoyed it. No one really cared about those the charity was supposed to help (she didn’t, at least, not in any substantial way), all this was for show. It was a fake corporation full of fake people, and Lucy hated it.
So, instead of doing her job, she stood outside, away from the crowd. If her boss saw her, he’d probably be livid, but he’d had a few too many trips to the complimentary bar and probably wouldn’t be any trouble. She leaned against a wall a few meters away from the side door of the building, in an empty alleyway, and sipped slowly out of a glass of champaign. She was a strange sight, probably, a well dressed woman alone in a bit of a shady spot, but no matter. Eventually, she knew, she’d have to rejoin the party. Until then, though, she stared at the wall opposite her, counting bricks and cracks and other things, anything for an excuse to stay outside.
The Master wasn’t sure why he decided to visit Lucy. He’d gotten wind of her near-death experience near the highway and how she’d been transported to a London hospital, but after several days of doing, well, nothing, he supposed a little visit couldn’t hurt. She’d recently tried to kill him, he knew, but if she was in the hospital then she wouldn’t be much of a threat to his safety. He quickly reminded himself that she was human, she was never a threat to his safety in the first place, of course.
It didn’t take long to locate her ward a couple floors above the hospital grounds. A charming smile, and the fact that he was technically still her husband, got him an escort right to her room by a prim looking nurse. He’d picked up flowers on the way over, a modest bouquet but he figured he might as well bring something since it was on the way. He felt a need to get on her good side, though he wasn’t really sure why.
When he pushed open the door Lucy was asleep, hooked up to an IV, with a little plate of hospital food on a table next to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently shook her awake. ”Hello, darling,” he said with his signature smile, “miss me?”
Lucy had been doing a lot of sleeping lately. Ever since the Doctor had dropped her off at the hospital nearly a week ago, people wanted to talk to her. Mostly her doctors, wanting to ask questions on her situation or give her information on her treatment, but there were also overly-friendly nurses and one extremely annoying visit from a member of the psychiatric ward that “just wanted to check in”. She found if she laid down, slowed her breathing a bit, and closed her eyes, most people would leave and come back later.
However, this trick often led to her actually falling asleep, and as a result, she was incredibly well-rested. The good side of this was that it sped up her healing quite a bit, and while there was still pain, it was nowhere near as significant as it had been when she’d been dropped on the side of the road. A doctor had tried to explain what was wrong with her (something about external pressure from an explosion disrupting internal gasses), but she’d tuned him out. Unfortunately, this ment they were wanting to discharge her soon, and she had no address, no friends, and no family she could go back to.
That was a problem to be addressed in time, when her joints didn’t ache every time she moved. For now, she slept. She was in the middle of a nap when something shook her out of it. Someone waking her up in itself was a cause for concern, as the medical staff generally allowed her to rest, but when she finally blinked awake, she gasped. The Master had found her. She knew it was only a matter of time, but so soon… She jerked back involuntarily (“Oh, he’s not going to like that..”), breathing in little shallow breaths, face frozen in the expression of an unfortunate deer about to be run over by a car.
“Oh it’s just a couple of my favorite humans go there often,” the Doctor explained as he braced himself for a rather large bump. He was going to add how they didn’t go their for injuries by rather experiments. But that could possible alarm Lucy and really he’d already done that enough today.
He was nearing the hospital’s point in time and now worked to land the TARDIS. Hoping it would be the right date and time.
“The rift is-” the Doctor began to explain but the TARDIS rocked again and sent him stumbling. “Hold on! Let me land her,” the Doctor said as he grabbed at the controls. After a few more buttons and levers the Doctor had landed his TARDIS outside of the hospital.
“Ah there we are,” he smiled as he walked around the console to where Lucy sat. “As I was saying. The rift is a fracture in time and space. A sort of spill point in a way. It steals people and things from all over the universe and places them into this point in Cardiff.” The Doctor frowned as he went over the cluster of data in his mind, trying to work it out in a way Lucy would understand. “Usually a rift is a few feet wide, only picking up small things. Like rabbits or shoes. But the rift in Cardiff keeps widening and pulling in things that are dangerous for Earth and it’s only getting worse. I’m not sure why or how to stop it just yet. Which is why I’m gathering data.”
She didn’t respond to his answer, seeing as it was hardly an answer at all. No real information given, they were just words. Not knowing the bump was coming, Lucy hadn’t braved herself, and therefor felt the full brunt of it. She gasped reside herself, not anticipating the way it rattled everything in her. It certainly hadn’t been this bumpy when the Master piloted.
She let her eyes close again and tried to resettle herself after the bump, breathing a relieved breath and nodded when he said they were there. Good. Not that she wanted to be at the hospital, but anything was better than this awful TARDIS. Lucy listened to his explanation of the rift, honestly a bit interested.
So it was something that took things out of their own time and dumped them somewhere else. “I was supposed to die,” she said suddenly, not entirely sure why she was relaying this information but feeling it should be know. “If that thing hadn’t pulled me out, I would’ve died…” She decided to leave out that she wasn’t sure if she was glad to be saved.