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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[Lucy appears on the Plane, a suitcase in hand and dressed for colder weather, though she pulls off her gloves and jacket the moment she catches her breath, glancing around]

I knew this would happen. I knew they couldn't keep me hidden away, not forever, and now they know it, too. Not that it matters, of course. They won't let me stay, won't let me back into the world. No, not his precious Martha Jones, or those fools at UNIT. They have to hide me away, pretend I don't exist, just like everyone else. What good is Lucy Saxon, after all? Just a broken little doll, lost and in need of 'repair.'

[frowns and sinks to the ground, staring at her bags]

He's wrong. They're all wrong. Miss Jones, the Doctor, that horrible psychiatrist. I don't need them, I don't need any of them.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Lass? You all right?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

'Lass?' I'm hardly that young, miss.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Habit of tongue. [She persists.] Something amiss?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then gives her a fake smile and shakes her head] Nothing of the sort, dear. What makes you say that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[steps up behind her, hands in his pockets]

You all right, Lucy?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[turns to look at him, then sniffs and looks away]

No thanks to you, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[crouches down next to her]

What happened?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[makes certain not to touch you, Doctor]

Your precious Martha Jones and UNIT have decided we can no longer stay at the estate because the media has found out I'm staying here. They want to take me into Wales. As if being in this place isn't bad enough.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{Steps up in front of her} A broken doll? You hardly look like one to me, Miss.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No? Then why does everyone else?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Look like one to you? Or think of you as one?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

They don't care. I'm just some broken little toy to be moved about and put together, against my will. No choice. They've taken away my choice... [blinks, then laughs weakly] Ah, I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought a moment. Forgive me, but have we met?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Stand up, Lucy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Ah, Harry? [does as he says, though] Forgive me, I should have been more careful.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're returning to the Doctor's TARDIS with me. I won't have you suffer any more of this.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[blinks, surprised, then grins] Oh Harry, I thought you'd never ask. I've been waiting for this for so long. Will I have to suffer the Doctor much, though?

[madamemoiselle]

{If she hadn't called herself a 'doll', Diva would have ignored her completely, but. She kneels in front of her curiously.} It sounds familiar, honestly.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[gives her a look, not really sure what she means] How do you mean?

[madamemoiselle]

{Frowns} It sounds like...me. Of course, the details would be different, but...Am I right to guess that you're being used?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowning] They're trying to help you, Lucy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[glares] I don't need their help or yours, Doctor.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You need to get better. We're trying.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Stares, looking rather unsettled] Anything wrong?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[coughs, smoothing out her clothing, flustered] Everything's perfectly fine, thank you.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Shifts and glances at the suitcase] Going somewhere?