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It wasn't strictly necessary to visit her family's offices. Certainly, there were those of her family's contacts that would prefer she stay out of sight for a few more years, but Lucy found that concept quite preposterous. The British public couldn't even decide if they believed aliens had ever contacted them, much less remember if she had been involved in a tragedy almost none remembered. Particularly not with all the amnesia inducing drugs UNIT kept pouring in the water.
Being kept busy was nice. Lucy helped file paperwork, carry missives, fetch tea. Light tasks that gave her a small sense of purpose, but didn't require enough effort to strain. Nothing that the actual paid employees couldn't do quite well.
She had been visiting frequently enough the past month to know that there was a major project involving several larger names. It was easy to note who went quiet whenever she entered a room. Who looked at her with more compassion than before. Who seemed oddly determined.
One of those men was talking to a stranger. Lucy couldn't make out what was being said across the courtyard, just a low, almost fierce tone from a man about her height with a question mark umbrella and a very familiar glazed look in Mr. Denich's eyes.
Lucy bustled towards them, questioning herself with every step, inserting herself between them with a vaguely pleasant expression.
"We weren't expecting you back," she interrupted, hoping to save at least one person from the man's influence. "Tea?"
She held out a cup of lapsang souchong she'd prepared, before motioning away from Mr. Denich, in a vain bid to distract the man.
It had been a long day, in all honesty, and had been full of long, dull conversations. Very much a political day, one that dragged on, and on. And his patience was beginning to wear thin, and so he found himself resorting to some minor hypnotism to speed up this rather posh conversation.
However before he can properly get what he wants from the conversation, he finds himself interrupted by a blonde woman, who rather rudely pushed some delicious smelling tea practically into his face. He gratefully accepts the tea, before tipping his hat to her, eyebrow raised at her statement.
"Er, well, yes. I suppose I did return rather suddenly," He says, deciding to play along, before looking at Lucy. "And who might you be, hm?"
She might have been a bit rushed with the offer of tea, but a cup of something brewed well was the only way she knew might distract her husband. Not that she'd wanted or been prepared to see him again, but Lucy supposed that was just karma. She offers a strained smile that eased as Denich did, indeed, leave.
"Very funny, Harry."
Her smile was more pronounced than normal for her, meant to appease him rather than a reflection of her actual emotions.
"Harry?" He inquires, a sort of dumbstruck look on his face as the other man leaves. He takes a sip from his tea, before turning to face her once again. "Now what'd you go and do that for, hm?" He pauses to take another drink of the tea she had given him. "Lovely tea, by the way, thank you. But who pray tell, are you? It's clear you know who I am. Or at the very least, you think that you do."
The shock in the man's face might have thrown Lucy if he'd shared the same face as the man she married. As it was, she was aware that at least two of his former faces thought that 'Harry' was her employer, so the confusion didn't hold as much meaning to her mind.
"Perhaps I wanted you to myself," she suggested, lilting the last syllable as if it were a question. His charm now didn't make her any less convinced he was the Master. If anything, she was more certain. "Besides, you really shouldn't go around by that title of yours if you don't want to attract undue attention."
She straightened her shoulders, trying to look less uncomfortable and afraid than she felt. "And of course I know you. I've not met this face, but I'd recognize your signature a mile off, husband."
"But perhaps attention is what I seek, no? After all, a title like mine is sure to turns some heads, don't you think?" He begins to motion with his hands as he speaks. "The--" He cuts himself off nearly spilling the tea as she speaks. "I'm sorry, did you say 'husband'?" He gives her the most quizzical of looks, before taking another drink from the tea, this time he takes a large gulp.
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"Yes, I suppose that you do have a point." He replies, looking around, before finishing off the tea, and offering her the empty glass. "Thank you," He turns, before turning back to her. "Since you seem to know who I am, and I have my suspicions about who you might be, perhaps you would like to travel with me, hm?" He offers her a well intentioned smile, and turns away once again, heading towards the TARDIS.
He was agreeing with her, which was not - in Lucy's estimation - a particularly good sign. Particularly not when it was so closely followed by a request to bring her somewhere more private.
She gripped the glass he'd returned to her tightly, remembering how irritated he got when she demonstrated fear.
Why couldn't he have just stayed away?
"I... I'm sure you don't need me, darling." Hopefully compliments would reduce his ire at her even attempting to say no. "I'd only slow you down."
There's something in her voice that makes him yet again raise an eyebrow. Was that a twinge of fear in her voice? A sense of dread resounding off of her? No, why would there be? He thinks to himself, dismissing the thought. If she knew who he was, and was in fact, his wife. "Come now," He says with a smile, before turning back to her, a warm smile on his face. "I'd relish the company, 'sweetie'."
It had been a futile hope, but having the little she'd had shatter wasn't pleasant. Lucy carefully kept her expression blank.
"If you insist," The blonde gave him a smile, knowing better than to push the Master any further than she already had. "How could I say no?" He'd punish her if she didn't. Or just make her do it. Better to at least be able to pretend like she was party to this decision.
He gives her another curious look, deciding that if nothing else, there was something odd about this woman. "Well then, we've not a moment to sparrre, do we?" He says, before starting towards the TARDIS once again. "I don't recall you giving me your name, now that I think about it."
Lucy would have thought that, being a Time Lord, time 'running out' wouldn't be a concept that much mattered. But since when did she actually understand the being she'd married?
Since never.
"That's because I didn't, sweetie," she echoed his previous nickname.
"Would you be so kind as to give it, then? If it's not too much trouble, I mean." He rounds the corner, and begins to fish in his pockets for the key to the TARDIS. "Here we are! Are you ready?"
Giving her name shouldn't be difficult. She's told several versions of him who she is, after all. Back when she was calling Harry her 'employer' with a business proposition for his other selves. But that's not what comes out of her mouth."You stole her back?" She winced a little, realizing he might not be pleased with the gendering of a machine, but it had slipped out already.
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