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It seemed UNIT were not so keen on letting him have any free reign any time soon. So, here he was, stuffed back into his little cell with a plate of a whole roast turkey in front of him. For they seemed to have decided that bringing several roast chickens had been too exhausting on the kitchen staff - in which had never had to make such large quantities of food for a prisoner.
They had chained his legs to the nearby wall, allowing his hands to be free as they stood watch outside. Many of them had turned partially away once the noise of chewing and ripping had begun. The Master had taken enjoyment out of watching their reactions to his new feeding habits. Even the more senior of the UNIT soldier seemed phased by what had taken place. Of course, then, they knew it was safer to enter his cell once he had finished eating - seeing as the number of casualties had gone down since the first night they had brought him in.
The Master could only watch and smile, acting on his best behavior for the soldiers as they strapped him in with a straitjacket but allowing him the freedom to choose the bed that they had provided - made as uncomfortable as possible. He always chose the floor. On a couple of occasions, they would have to stop him from banging his head against the floor - for the drums had gotten insufferable. He lay on the floor, gazing up at the ceiling.
It was peeling, and cracked.
"This needs a paint job, perhaps the night sky?" Or at least something more entertaining than the water-stained ceiling they had now.
It had been years, almost a decade of lived time although a decent portion of it had been unwritten, since the last time Lucy had seen her husband. Since.. well, since the entire planet became him. Lucy had made it to a priesthole just in time when everyone's heads started spinning like the Exorcist. She'd caught a glimpse of the rest of the household though, saw even the maids wearing that dangerous, maniacally pleased face.
The image had haunted her for months.
In fact, Lucy sometimes wondered if it had just been a nightmare. Some after effect of surviving what was meant to kill both her and Harry. It wasn't as if any reputable sources reported it. There weren't even unreputable sources reporting the matter! Instead she'd put it out of her mind, and had gotten as much therapy as was possible.
And she had made such progress. Seen so many beautiful, wonderful but sometimes tragic things.
Yet, still, her heart had stuttered to a halt when one of her family's men reported that a Harold Saxon was in UNIT custody.
Lucy hadn't come immediately. She'd tried not to come at all, to just play dead like they both should have been. But no amount of trying to be good could stop her from missing the good times with Harry. And with distance, those good times seemed perhaps a bit brighter than the darkness that had coated them.
So she found herself in UNIT headquarters, because money and well placed words could acquire anything and she and her family had both in spades. All that stood between her and her husband was a partial wall and two way glass. The fact he was in a straitjacket did little to make her feel safe. All it did do was make her feel terribly sad. It was wrong. Wrongwrongwrong.
"Shouldn't you be in the stars by now, darling?" She spoke through the glass, ignoring her own instincts to stay quiet.
How long had he been on earth? Surely not the whole time?
His eyes had closed, in the peace that the drums beat to, the one that they shattered every minute of his life. Rassilon would pay, those who followed him would pay dearly for what they had done to him. But, a part of him wondered what it would have been like to have traveled the stars with his old...friend? Enemy? What would he call the Doctor was a question best reserved for another time.
But, the peace had been shattered, the drums stuttering only for a moment as a familiar voice had brought him back into reality and sitting up. The Master ignored the lightheaded feeling upon allowing the blood to rush from his head to the rest of his body.
"Shouldn't you be in the stars by now, darling?"
The Master sat up, raising himself (albeit with some difficulty) upright to come face-to-face with his ex-wife. The wife he had thought died during his botched resurrection in Broadfell prison. She was only a mortal! She shouldn't be able to do this! Perhaps the shock had shown on his face as he stared with his mouth slightly ajar before his senses had kicked in, fixing his face into a facade of calm.
"Shouldn't your ashes be scattered across the floors of Broadfell?" He countered. "Sweet Lucy Saxon."
She had been the one to shoot him in the first place, on the Valiant. Where he had watched 1/10th of the population to cease before the interference from the Doctor. He had been having so much fun up till that point. Oh he remembered the times he had with his human companion, he had promised to show her the stars - and to a certain extent, had shown them to her.
The destruction of her kind.
And, that was their start to the relationship and the start of Harold Saxon.
It didn't surprise her that Harry could see through the mirrored glass. What couldn't he do? She'd seen so many amazing things, but Harry... he could do so much more. Because he didn't accept any boundaries. Ever.
For better or for worse.
She smiled in the face of his furious confusion. It didn't matter that he recovered in moments, because she'd seen through for just a bright, burning moment.
"Shouldn't your ashes be scattered across the floors of Broadfell?" He countered. "Sweet Lucy Saxon."
"So should yours, my love. But here we are."
Her smile was just as empty as it had been since he'd shown her the end of the universe, but Lucy reminded herself that there were things to smile about. There had been so much good in her life since leaving Harry. It was just that... she couldn't ever completely leave him, now could she? Oh, the world thought he was dead. And some of the particularly slow branches of government thought she might be too.
Never dying. Never dying.
The burning pain of death that never quite came had faded, but never quite left Lucy's memory.
"I'm just as alive as you are, my love."
In sickness and in health
"I was just as surprised as you. Well, no. More surprised, I expect. You bounced back in no time, from what I recall."
"I was just as surprised as you. Well, no. More surprised, I expect. You bounced back in no time, from what I recall."
He shrugged, a hard move when everything was neatly tied into a straitjacket. A grin on his face, "No thanks to you. Potion of death not work as expected, my love?"
A soldier moved in the background, shifting rather uncomfortably. She had been warned about the dangerous man behind the glass, and that under no circumstance should she believe his words. But, she remained passive, watching with a tension in her body as the two conversed.
The Master was not about to spill his guts, again, to Lucy. The true reason to why he had returned to Earth - from having been sucked back into the Time lock with the other timelords. He began to chuckle, a slow beginning before it became maniacal laughter, more so at the situation the universe had decided to throw at him. At long last, it seemed the words came back to him, "And you decided to visit me. There was always a reason why I called you my faithful companion."
It was always refreshing, talking to her husband. He was so incredibly happy. No, manic, but it felt like happiness. It didn't matter that all he'd shown her was death and destruction; Harry had made that feel like living.
Her eyes crinkled in amusement.
"Miscalculation on my part," Lucy conceded. "We were supposed to die. If this is death... it's been severely overrated."
She ignored the UNIT guard, her attention focused on Harry as he laughed. Lucy wasn't afraid of him, not right now, just over the power he held over her.
When he decided to finally stop laughing over their situation - which was, she could admit - incredibly amusing, her smile deepened just a little.
"What sort of wife doesn't visit her husband in prison?"
"We were supposed to die. If this is death... it's been severely overrated."
But, really, when did he ever plan on dying - aside from out of spite when the Doctor cradled him in his arms? He did not want to have his ego fall if he succumbed to regeneration. He gave her a wide grin, she knew him more so than any other human that walked Earth, "Oh, I have died many a time, sweet Lucy. Cheating death is only the start of the thrill." And, he had done so a second time, for his body had been healed - to an extent.
"What sort of wife doesn't visit her husband in prison?"
The Master did not like that, for it whittled away what power he had over her - stuck behind the glass and she was walking free. Though, it had been his choice to be cooped away in UNIT - to alleviate boredom, he had told himself. "One who was supposed to stay dead. But no matter, did you bring me something fun to play with?"
Apparently even she could only successfully kill the man once, but that was all right. Her second attempt had garnered her so many (mostly) free years. Time to grow more into herself, and be a little less of a mouse. She would never be the most emotive, but Lucy didn't need to be.
"Never dying, yes. You told me." She glanced to their company briefly, then back to him with an almost impish smile. "Worth a try, but we move on."
To try and fix all the wrongs she'd helped be done. And what had she accomplished? Nothing. At best, she'd increased his death count if the pangs of hunger were anything to go by. That had been fun for her family's friends' to solve.
Then her face smoothed out and Lucy considered him seriously again.
"I had to see if it was really you, Harry. I couldn't imagine anyone restraining you without your consent. And a cell like this... well, it's hardly worth you, is it, sweetheart?"
If he was being bitter about his wife's sudden arrival, in his mind, it had been justified. She had shot him upon the valiant that day. The Master could only smirk at her comment about never dying, and that was right, he did not die. Perhaps that was what they had more in common than current he cared to admit, they were both survivors.
"I had to see if it was really you, Harry. I couldn't imagine anyone restraining you without your consent. And a cell like this... well, it's hardly worth you, is it, sweetheart?"
He tilted his head to one side, giving her a 'really' look. Though it held some amusement, "I was bored, darling. Boredom leads to idle hands when playing Earthling, so I decided to find something that was worthwhile and interesting. Yet, here we are." The Master gave pause, eyeing her cautiously, laughing slightly and rocking backwards to gather enough momentum to drive himself forwards and onto his feet.
They had given him a shorter leash with his straitjacket, hardly making it a couple of steps before he felt the chain tighten. "I'm sure Broadfell's conditions were not better. So, lovely wife, what have you been up to? Killed anyone else recently?"
Of course she had shot him on the Valiant. He'd scooped every bit of her out and left her hollow. Worse, he was going to leave her for that strutting peacock.
Lucy admired the Doctor in many respects; she could admit that now. Her envy and resentment towards that particular incarnation was highlighted by just how much she had prayed his name along with the rest of the Valiant.
That didn't mean it was okay to just take her husband away.
Harry's explanation of boredom made far more sense than it didn't. Her manic was often more dangerous bored than he was angry.
The woman shifted her weight slightly from one foot to another as her husband jerked himself to his feet and forward a few steps.
"Broadfell," Lucy mused. "With all their psychiatrists. I can't say I miss it."Her face warmed to an actual smile then. "Only you, sweetheart. I wouldn't betray you like that."
"Only you, sweetheart. I wouldn't betray you like that."
He smiled, cooing, "Aw, how sweet. No wonder I kept you around." The Master tilted his head, eyebrow raising only a fraction as he took in her smile. All too confident, far too safe behind the glass. But, he rather not give up the game just yet, for it was a plan in the works. "Oh! I never asked, do you like the new look?"
The Master wanted it changed, the blond was never going to go away - not unless he dyed it some other colour. He needed a spare change of clothes or at least his clothes being washed. He sat himself back down, knowing that only tugging on the chain would wear himself out rather than the wall he was attached to.
"Give us a kiss, Lucy," He grinned. Maybe there was indeed a quicker way of releasing himself from prison after all. "And, I'll show you the stars, the universe. Nebulae being born, the fall of stars."
Lucy couldn't keep her eyes off her husband for longer than a furtive moment here and there. Why had she come here? What was the point? To test herself? She had her own life now. One free of the Master.
Except.. it wasn't. It never would be. She never would be.
So Lucy just let herself preen slightly under his praise, visible in the slight uplift of her chin.
"You make the straitjacket look intimidating." That was most probably meant as a compliment. It might have also been an undercurrent of healthy fear. The straight expression as she contemplated him objectively would lean towards 'fear' being indeed the case. Although, no, fear wasn't the right word. Respect, maybe. A healthy respect for just how much he could do, and how little anyone else could to do to stop him. She didn't fear her Harry.
At least, not the way others did.
A smile tipped at her lips as Lucy stepped closer to the glass.
"If you could travel the universe, you'd have no need of me. Would you, husband?"
The Master allowed himself to fully grin at the statement, for he was enjoying this conversation that they were having through the glass. To everyone else, it just seemed like a normal conversation between the two, with little that either party could do but to the Master, this was one of his tickets out of prison. Oh at one point, he had adored Lucy. For the complete loyalty, the silent agreement to the horrors that one had committed and having stood by his side throughout without fear. But, the days drew longer - and with his placement on the ground, the Master had detached the thoughts of Lucy from his mind.
"If you could travel the universe, you'd have no need of me. Would you, husband?"
"And, yet, you're still here. For I have not rewarded your loyalty after all these years, and I treat my human companion well for it's deserved. And now, we have a second chance, my love!" The Master grinned.
Lucy wasn't sure if her husband understood sentiment. She thought he might have known that she loved him. Harry had been more than tolerant of, in some ways even receptive to, her adoration. What he'd always seemed to prize was her loyalty, her faithfulness. He valued the more scientifically observable aspects than the emotive ones.
Not that she was the best at emotions herself, Lucy acknowledged. But she felt such a strong bond with her husband, one that had made killing him difficult at first. Not impossible, but difficult.
"Did you? How many other women did you seduce?" How little did I mean to you, is what she really was asking. Was I anything at all? "So much has happened since you left me, Harry." Lucy hadn't ever fallen for someone else. She was married, even if her husband didn't respect that. Or have the decency to stay dead. "No, as glorious as the universe is, as much as I'd love to travel with you, I didn't come to see you on some half boiled chance you might take me to see more of it."
He could not help the grin that had spread across his features at the question that his wife had asked.
"Did you? How many other women did you seduce?"
The Master could not help but even laugh at it. It took him a little while to recover from such a state as he glanced down at his new attire, "Now, now, Lucy. Sweet Lucy, you'd think that I'd have time to seduce another woman, you'd be sorely mistaken. If you forgot, everyone had turned into me. Besides, the rest of humanity would be far too tedious for me." Again, he was not bringing up the fact he had been spat out. Nope, there was no power-play going on here.
"Since I left you?" He gave a mirthless laugh, before locking eyes on his wife. "I believe it to be the other way around, for you tried to kill me."
"No, as glorious as the universe is, as much as I'd love to travel with you, I didn't come to see you on some half boiled chance you might take me to see more of it."
The Master tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing.
"I came because you are my husband."
The air stilled around him, this was genuine - or so he was led to believe, that there was not going to be anymore attempts on his life - for he quite liked this body and was planning to stick around much longer.
"Then we better renew our wedding vows, my dear wife."
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