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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[Lucy appears on the Plane with a very smug look on her face. why, might you ask? because her reality is finally merged with her husband's. what does that mean? that means she doesn't need to be helped into his TARDIS, that she is exposed to everything the Master and d3!Doctor are exposed to and, yeah, that she won. which is mainly directed to any other Tenth Doctors.

so she's just chilling on the Plane, all grins and arrogance, lounging in a chair she brought with her from the TARDIS. it's a very comfy chair. as a matter of fact? it's probably the Doctor's favourite chair. mmm, comfy recliners~]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Timidly] Did something good happen, signorina?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I suppose you could say that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Brightens] Did your husband catch the aliens?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. Not yet. But he will.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Does your husband come here, too?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

A stroke of good luck?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Only the best.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Oh? How so?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Well, I can see my husband whenever I want now, for one.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Nice chair.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, isn't it, though? I figured your other self didn't need it anymore. It's quite comfortable.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Has he given up on sitting?

[walks around her in a circle, examining the chair]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[watches him, twisting around]

No, but it doesn't bother me to make him stand, either. It's a comfortable chair, and it's only polite to let the lady of the house live in comfort.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Hi, you're in his chair]

Happy, are you?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[hi, yes she is]

Quite. Aren't you? You don't need to help me into the TARDIS anymore.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, thrilled. [runs a hand through his hair] If a room is locked, then it's locked, all right? Don't go into the west wing of the basement. Keep out of the attic. Don't lose my chair. Be careful with the microwave. Don't touch my post-its. Don't go into the garden without a snack. And don't touch the roses.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[gives him a look] Do I at least get to breathe, Doctor? And I'd best not hear you complaining about how I spend time with Harry. [smirks] No matter how loud we might get.

[elementsilver.livejournal.com]

[Smile] You seem happy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Oh, I very much am, thank you.

[elementsilver.livejournal.com]

Husband alive then?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Very much so, yes.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You, my dear, are the picture of arrogance.

[but he seems quite proud of that]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It's all thanks to you, Harry. [grins and just ... beams at him] I can't tell you how happy I am at being in your reality now.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I know. [strokes her hair]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Do you think he'll be angry? Oh, I hope he is. I hope it makes him seethe.