realityshifted | 01; The days come to you like sailors [You watch them as they drift away]

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01; The days come to you like sailors [You watch them as they drift away]

[He appears on the plane and instantly spins around, startled and instantly confused. This isn't where he was a moment ago and it certainly isn't where he was expecting to go.

He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and holds it aloft, testing for...well, anything recognizable. That failing, he opts for a more conventional tactic.]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

[It's going to be a very long day.]

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[that poor, poor crazy girl, still thinking he's alive]

Lucy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

He's gone.

He is not! [crosses her arms, haughty expression in full swing now] He's here, I know he is. My Harry...he said he'd save me. He'd get me out of this ridiculous hospital you've set me up in with Miss Martha Jones.

Lucy, the Master is dead.

Don't you remember? The Valiant, the gun?

[there is absolutely nothing but pity from the Doctor]

Harry isn't dead! He... [frowns, staring into the middle distance, fingers clencing] I remember. I was saving him from you. He didn't want to go with you so I saved him, just as he wanted. You took him from me so I took him from you. But then... [swings her head to look at him] You wouldn't even let me do that. I remember. Martha Jones, she stopped it. Healed him, fixed his wound, and you took him from me anyway. You took my Harry and left me in this horrible estate with Doctor Jones and UNIT. And now you taunt me and say I can't see Harry, even when he's here!

[eyebrows knit together, her delusion is fairly complex]

Martha didn't save the Master, Lucy. You shot him, he died. He's gone. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

[looks around]

But you, you're not safe here. Should get you somewhere...where were you before you got here?

He didn't die. He didn't, but he should have! My Harry ... I was saving him, I was! But you. You ruin everything, Doctor, you and your precious Martha Jones. Why did you save him? Why couldn't you let it all end?

[blinks, staring, then shakes her head and takes a sharp breath] Not safe? What are you talking about. I most certainly do not need any more help from you.

[starting to have less pity and more frustration]

Lucy. He's dead. You saved him as best you could. He's gone.

Gone forever.

You're obviously not stable. Hardly your fault, I know he wasn't kind to you. It'll be all right.

For the last time, Doctor, he isn't dead. He's here, with you, and you won't let me see him, so stop this foolish game and let me visit my husband. [sets her jaw] Harry treated me well. He was kind and gracious and gave me everything I ever wanted. You're the one who ruined all my plans.

Yes, gave you everything you needed, including those bruises.

[Oh, this is getting nowhere fast, time to just play along]

Very well, Lucy. You win. You never killed him.

Come on, let me get you out of here.

[touches her cheek, ever so faintly, before giving him a smug look] I see you're capable of seeing things my way after all. Where do you intend on taking me, though? I don't want to go back to the estate!

No, I'm taking you back to the hospital.

It's much safer there, really.

I'm not interested in going to any hospitals, Doctor. [gives him a long look, almost appraising; chews her lip a moment, then looks away] Why are you doing this? I don't want your help -- I don't ever want to see you again -- and yet you insist on giving it. Why is that, Doctor? What do you hope to gain? I made my choice; you can't unmake it for me.

Fine, we'll go to the TARDIS, I'll take you to the planet of soft and non-dangerous kittens.

[sad sigh]

Because someone should help you, Lucy.

He said he'll find his, you know. Harry will bring his TARDIS here and take me away with him, away from you. And his TARDIS will be better than that beaten up thing you had.

[frowns] I don't need help. I'm fine.

Yes, Lucy. I'm certain he will and you'll be eternally happy. Marshmallow fields and marmalade skies and all that.

[exasperated]

I'm not going to hurt you.

Don't patronise me.

[sniffs] You don't need to. You've done enough damage all ready.

He's not coming, Lucy. You should take help when you can get it.

I didn't make you shoot him. I tried to save him. And I'm sorry that you won't let yourself remember that.

I said don't! He is coming! He won't leave me here, alone and forgotten and... and... [quietly] He won't. I know he won't. Harry loves me.

[still in that quiet voice, distantly] You did. It was your fault. I had everything -- Harry gave me everything -- but then you came and I was nothing. It was dark and lonely and cold and he wouldn't look at me, only you. It was always the Doctor, everything was the Doctor. You took it all away, so I ... I had to. I had to take him from you. It was the only way to make it all stop hurting...

[yay epic guilt!]

I'm sorry, Lucy.

The Master...it's complicated. It was complicated, not nearly so much now. Hardly your fault.

[offers her his hand]

Come with me.

It didn't need to be. It never should have been.

[stares at it a long time, uncertain, before tentatively reaching out her hand, brushing her fingers against his palm]

I don't...

It always has been.

[closes his fingers around hers, offering up a small, tight smile]

It'll be all right.

But it was. It was so much easier before you came.

[frowns, letting her hand rest in his, arm a little rigid]

Harry ... won't be angry with me, will he?

[shakes his head]

He won't be.

Come on, we'll get you to the TARDIS.

Good. I don't want him upset.

[relaxes her hand in his, fingers curling against his every so slightly, and follows]

[another tight smile---poor crazy Lucy, at least he can help?]

So! Where do you want to go?

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