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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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[very seriously]

I will never break my promises to you.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[shakes, uncertain, then sort of slumps] Let me go, Doctor. Please.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[takes a breath and releases her]

What about Paris? Early eighteenth century? I knew a very lovely woman there, I'm sure you two would get on.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No. You've done enough, Doctor. Leave me alone.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'll go.

But I'm not giving up.

[starts to step away]

And if you change your mind...

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter if you give up or not, Doctor. I will not change my mind. Good-bye.