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The Doctor had those moments where he needed to brood. Just be away from everyone and everything and pretend everything wasn't utter chaos. His companions worried about him like mother hens, and while he appreciated it, it made him feel helpless and useless most days. [break][break] Here he was, a Time Lord with all of time, space, and knowledge at his fingertips, and he couldn't go more than a day without someone fussing over him. It was maddening. While his companions slept, he took to the quiet midnight streets of upper Liverpool. It wasn't nearly as bustling as London and that was exactly what he needed.. Some quiet. [break][break] There was a pang of guilt that hit him as he looked back at the doors of the TARDIS. If Fitz or the others awoke before he returned, there would no doubt be a panic. It was just enough guilt to make him walk back inside, scribble a hastily written note that read "Gone for a walk.." and pinned it to the center column of the console and made his way outside. [break][break] He drew in the fresh night air, a crisp chill clinging as his breath crystallized then faded away. He checked his pocket and plucked up a note written by Fitz. "Tormented Fog" One of his anagrams. As clever as The Doctor was, it always took him forever to figure out what they meant. And once he solved it, it always hit him like a ton of bricks. [break][break] And while he never did riddle this one out yet, anytime the haze of forgetfulness loomed over him, that note always brought him home somehow. It was his lifeline to not forgetting. [break][break] He plucked it back into his pocket so as to not lose it, and began his evening walk, taking in the night air.
Lucy popped a paracetamol, moving it around her mouth before taking a sip of her newly purchased tea to wash it down. She'd spent several hours in the central library, and had left for one of the many parks in Liverpool. The liquid scalded her tongue and throat, but at least it was a different sensation.
She walked with precise steps down the pavement, heels clicking as if she had somewhere to be. Always look like you're going somewhere important. People believed the image you put out into the world. They were incredibly dense that way. Almost as dense as she was.
Hush now. That’s silly talk! I know what he’s done to you; what he’s been doing to you.
The memory flickered through Lucy's mind, and she drank her tea a bit more forcibly. One day, all of those memories to do with Harry would be gone. He'd been so hard to understand, to grasp. Time travel, multiple bodies, the obsession with that poppinjay and the horrors he encouraged the children to indulge on the earth below. The same earth she walked now, with no visible scars to show what it had been through. But Lucy remembered, and she knew she wasn't alone.
At first, Lucy thought she'd imagined the blue box across the way. Her right hand reached towards her left, rubbing the place her wedding band used to sit. The same band Harry had used to project her across time and space via that ship's jury-rigged console. She could remember how bloody the inside had looked, bathed in red and crusted at certain parts. The horrible, dull chime.
She didn't recognize the man who stepped out. But the expression, and the fact Harry had commented more than once that only the Doctor would let his ship get stuck in such a ridiculous form gave her little doubt as to whom he was.
"Why can't you just leave well enough alone?" Lucy cried exasperatedly, as much to herself as to the creature she'd spent so long loathing and praying to in equal measure. Not even tea could fix this if he'd come back, Lucy thought. Not even tea.
He hadn't even managed to traverse more than a few steps from the TARDIS when the woman's voice hit him. There was a bite to her tone, bitterness and a touch of pain. He spun around on his heel to meet the owner of the pained voice and he stared, eye level with her. His hair craned ever so slightly to the side, his only betrayal of confusion before he offered her a jovial smile, and an overly dramatic but gracious bow, arm folded across his waist, the other arm held out in a sweep. [break][break] "Of course I can't. What is that old saying?... 'When the cat's away, the mice will play', isn't it?" [break][break] His smile softened slightly. She clearly knew who he was, though he was fairly certain he'd never met her before. Certainly not yet. He finally straightened back up and took a step towards her, simply wanting to gauge her reaction to his approach. He was curious as to whether her feelings towards him were fear or animosity. Her tone suggested both, but her reaction would tell him which one it was. [break][break] "But the question is.. Are you the cat?.. Or the mouse? Oh and I'm fairly certain you already know, but manners are manners. The Doctor.. At your service." [break][break] At this, he offered his hand, not for a handshake, but more that he could take her hand to kiss the top of it, but his eyes never left hers. While he was trying to be polite, he had learned to let his guard down with no one he'd just met. [break][break] "And whom might you be?"
Lucy thought for a brief moment that the Doctor might look confused, but it must have been a trick of the light. Just like the other time lords she'd met, this man held galaxies in his eyes. It was disconcerting to see them staring at you. Stars she almost missed, but couldn't of course. And eyes that saw right through her and pinned her to a piece of corkboard.
The man's response grated on her ears. It was such a pithy thing to say. Such a human thing to say, and it only made her angrier. He'd let them all burn and hadn't cared a whit. Lucy might have been in a fog by the time Martha Jones saved the world, might have been dead inside, but she remembered more than well enough.
"Fine words from a fledershrew," she glared, taking a step back as the man approached. She hadn't intended to draw his attention to her. Really hadn't thought through what her exclamation within his earshot might do.
You stupid, stupid girl Lucy chided herself, fingers fluttering to her sides before clenching into an impotent fist.
"You look far more like a duck than any cat I've ever met." And I am not a mouse. The offer of his hand drew her full attention, or it was as good of an excuse as any. Lucy stared at his hand, avoiding the Time Lord's piercing eyes, her own expression was doubtful. Perhaps she thought his hand was a snake or that it contained some poison to touch. He'd never spoken to her alone, after all.
Not that she could recall.
Too busy 'integrating himself' into Archangel to help anyone in the eye of the storm.
Lucy unclenched a fist with a reluctance her face didn't show. Manners maketh man. So she placed her hand in his, drew a breath, and turned her own haunted expression to the swirling depths in his eyes.
"Lucy."
She was rather proud of herself for sounding so calm and polite when she felt like she was cracking down the middle.
His eyes studied her every move as she seemed teeming with a jumble of emotions, most of them negative. Outwardly, she was a cool and collected pillar, seemingly unphased by him. But her eyes, the fact she was avoiding eye contact, told him insurmountable details. [break][break] He seemed fascinated at her mention of fledershrews and his smile only widened in spite of himself. She was clearly no ordinary human. Perhaps a former companion he had unfortunately forgotten? Or, she had been off world with another well seasoned traveler. [break][break] "I'm rather fond of fledershrews, myself. Gentle and cunning little devils. I'd managed to temporarily relocate a colony of them, but I seem to have two stragglers who've become very fond of my Cloister Room. Jasper And Stewart."
[break][break] He had hoped his playful quip would at least cause the faintest hint of a grin. But, there was nothing. But he certainly noticed that clenched fist, the whitening of her knuckles, and a slight tremble. Not from fear, but simply from how tightly she was clenching. His bind began puzzling over a myriad of possibilities. [break][break] "A duck? Not my most graceful comparison, I confess. Though, I suppose I should be grateful I'm not an albatross" [break][break]
Have I wronged this woman at some point? Or.. Will I have wronged her? Perhaps I should simply take her advice and leave well enough alone..
[break][break] And then she gave him her hand. That cheerful boyish smile made his eyes simply dance with delight as he gently kissed the top of her hand. However, he never let go. She intrigued him.. [break][break]
No.. No no nooo, leave it alone, Doctor. She clearly doesn't want you meddling.
[break][break] He was trying to talk himself out of the next series of actions that were to follow. He knew better. Knew he should just leave the situation where it was, but... His hand shifted around to gingerly grasp her, every so delicately by the wrist, his thumb caressing into the palm of her hands, beneath her fingers. [break][break]
No.. Don't you dare. You can barely keep up with one companion in your condition.
[break][break] "But, she clearly needs me" [break][break] He mumbled to himself, just under his breath. He had taken to talking.. or rather.. arguing with himself. His free hand motioned to the TARDIS doors, beginning to walk towards them, still lightly grasping her hand. [break][break] ""Would you care for some fresh tea? Yours seems to have gone cold"
Being fond of fledershrews was quite the concept, and not one that Lucy could quite grasp. She' been under the impression the creatures were pests, but here the Doctor was looking like she'd complimented him. And while it was tempting to say that like was drawn to like and so of course he'd be drawn to a destructive pest, that didn't quite follow the rest of the story. He'd rehomed a whole colony and two had remained behind.
Two that he'd even named.
Almost like they were nothing more than feral cats.
"They say seeing an albatross is a sign of good luck," Lucy said lightly as he kissed her hand, letting the subtle undertones indicate just how much she didn't think seeing him qualified, even if she thought it too rude to say out loud. They also conjured an image of a rather ungainly creature in her mind, which could not be assigned to someone with as much natural, exuberant charm as the man keeping her hand captive possessed. Even if he had her feeling twisted and turned around, Lucy reminded herself that charm did not mean sincerity. And even sincerity did not mean someone could be trusted. Particularly, it seemed, if that person was a Time Lord.
Lucy wasn't aware of his inner conversation, just how deceptively gentle the Doctor's hand on her wrist was and the immediate racing of her pulse. She wasn't as afraid of this creature as she was her husband, but she did very much wish she could bolt in the other direction. All the moreso when the mallard started muttering under his breath and trying to draw her back into the TARDIS.
"Could... Could I have my hand back, please?" She tried, belatedly dragging her heels as they neared the familiar blue doors. "Really, I appreciate your kind offer, but I'm fine on my own now."
Lucy had managed just fine when he left (twice!) after Harry's little plans had been thwarted. She wasn't interested in him making nice now. Besides which, she'd much rather not go back into a ship that had only given her nightmare fuel.
He hesitated letting go of her hand. The cogs in his mind were racing. He had tried to remain calm and cool when she'd given him her name. But it was only just now hitting him.. Lucy... Lucie.. Lucie Miller.. a brave woman who had given her life fighting for freedom, died trying to give Him, Susan and Alex the time they needed to escape from The Daleks. [break][break] And then the domino fell. The two names that were the quickest to send him into a depressive panic. The granddaughter whom he betrayed, and the great grandson who died because of him.. Three of the people whom he held most dear, dead and gone. Because of him. He stammered slightly, letting go of Lucy's hand and clutching at his chest, as if in pain. [break][break] "I.. No, I shan't keep you. You.. You have somewhere to be.. I was going.. where.. where was I going? What time is it?" [break][break] His trembling hands reached into his waistcoat to get his fob watch and flicked it open as if to check the time. As though he'd forgotten it doesn't actually give the time. And the words on the small paper seemed to make the world stand still for a moment. "Tormented Fog".. [break][break] "Fitz?.. Where are we?" [break][break] He whispered as he rested his hand on the Tardis door, looking up at the blue box for a moment almost as if it took him a moment to recognize it..
Fitz knew as soon as he woke up that something was wrong. Namely because the TARDIS wasn’t crashing around, the Doctor wasn’t hovering somewhere in his room waiting to show him something that couldn’t wait until Fitz woke up properly, and because just barely underneath his subconscious (he didn’t dream anymore) the TARDIS was prodding at him to wake up. He rolled out of bed before opening his eyes, pushing his feet into his slippers as he made his way to the console room.
Empty, of course.
He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, putting a hand on the TARDIS console and following her direction to the note he’d written. Gone for a walk? The Doctor might as well have been asking for a Dalek invasion, then. He flipped the note over and scribbled ‘gone to find you - if you leave, I’ll be cross for ages. - Fitz’ in his chicken scratch. The TARDIS had given him an infinite vocabulary, more music skills than he knew what to properly do with, an analytical brain that rivaled a computer’s, but she couldn’t have given him decent penmanship apparently.
Finding the Doctor was a hell of a lot easier than he’d anticipated. He’d swung open the doors and nearly let slip an undignified shriek at the Doctor being standing at the door. He pressed his lips together to keep his silence as his heart resumed its normal speed. His sheepish smile vanished at the expression on the Doctor’s face, his expression crumpling into concern. “I’m here now,” he offered, reaching over to squeeze the Doctor’s shoulder. He glanced down to the fobwatch and worried his bottom lip between his teeth.
He looked over to the pretty blonde standing near the Doctor, then back to the Doctor. Fitz had no idea who she was — a former companion? She seemed the type the Doctor normally went for — but she’d probably at least seen what had thrown the Doctor into this state. And that was important for Fitz to keep up with — he’d be a terrible guardian otherwise. After a moment of indecision, he wrapped an easygoing arm around the Doctor’s shoulder, grinning at her warmly. “Mind coming in for a few moments?” he asked, already leading the Doctor inside. “Time machine, you know. We can take you to where and when you need to be after. I’m Fitz, by the way.”
Fear had Lucy's chest trapped in a vise as she pleaded with the Doctor to be reasonable and let her go.
Whats so different this time that you can't ignore?
For a jaggedly clear moment, Lucy thought that perhaps she had gotten her wish. That this green velvety alien was a hummingbird who would flit away and forget about her once more. Then all would be well.
Then he started acting peculiarly, even by his standards. She'd never seen the jay bird act as if he was in pain except when the Master was using his laser. Still tense, Lucy searched furtively for Amy sign of her husband in any of the faces she knew.
There were no eyes on them she could see.
Somehow, that wasn't comforting. Not with the Doctor do an amazing impression of her late father.
Keep watching, Lucy!
She shook the familiar manic expression from her mind as the door to the impossible ship swung open. The inside wasn't dropping red now, it didn't have the same coral look that haunted her nightmares, much to her shock.
Mind coming in....
Yes. Yes she did mind very much, but Lucy couldn't very well say so given the situation.
"If you're quite sure. I wouldn't want to impose." She gave him a pretty smile that barely touched her eyes as she followed the two inside and reluctantly closed the door behind them. "I'm Lucy. Pleased to meet you, Fitz. Although I could have wished for better circumstances."
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2017 21:30:19 GMT -5 by Deleted: I forgot to introduce myself
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