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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I all ready knew you were in the habit of lying, so not too shocked to hear you say that.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[narrows her eyes]

Do you? And just what else do you know about me? Because I most certainly wasn't lying.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[laughs, a bit cruelly]

More than I care to know.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

That's hardly an answer.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes]

Are you forgetting I practically watched you slink off once all ready?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sniffs]

I've made a point of ignoring your existence for the most part, so no, I didn't forget. I just never noticed you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it must've been nice for you to be on the other end of that arrangement. It's got to get tiresome, watching your husband running off with his Doctor again and again.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Don't talk about things you know nothing about, especially when they involve my husband.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

So which part did I get wrong?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

All of it. Harry doesn't run off.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Sorry, what do you call it then when he's off Dalek hunting with his Doctor?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[clenches her fingers enough to bruise her palms] What does it matter to you? Unless your Doctor is neglecting you and you'd like an invite?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[frowns for a moment and then sniffs taking on a light air]

I forgot, that's how you deal with being ignored. Run off with their best enemy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sneers] I don't recall my actions being any business of yours.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[laughs]

Oh, I get it. That is why he keeps you locked away while he goes off with his Doctor fighting Daleks. Afraid you'll go run off with one of them as well.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sets her jaw, tempted to slap him -- then simply smiles, entirely too smug]

So did he fix that wretched little ship of his, or did someone take pity on you being left behind?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[any sort of laughter or smiling quickly transforms into a scowl]

The TARDIS is fine. Not that she's any business of yours.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, you think so? [her smirk only grows crueller] It felt wonderful, you know, ripping it apart. Feeling it shudder everytime I sliced apart a wire. I rather think that makes it my business, to know the results of my handiwork.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he grinds his teeth before taking a breath. he rolls his eyes, trying to appear like he isn't bothered]

Why don't you just run back home to your husband? And do try to not fall into anyone's trousers along the way. I know there are a great deal of Doctors you might stumble upon, but really, try to practice some self restraint.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she knows you are, but you're bothering her, so]

It's unbecoming for a grown man such as yourself to be jealous. But then again, you aren't much more than a child yourself, are you? Either way, you shouldn't concern yourself with the affairs of adults.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[they can pretend not to be bothered while being bothered together?]

Oh, ho, ho, affairs now, is it? I know it can't be the Doctor that belongs to the Master, because, well, the Master takes up all his attention I'm sure. So which one is it? I'd hope all the other Doctors would have better sense, but still, momentary lapses of judgment are bound to happen.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they're both quite good at it, methinks]

I should have stayed a little longer on your ridiculous ship. At least then I could have cut out your tongue while I ripped out his hearts.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[hidden talents!]

Now Lucy, let's try to keep my tongue out of this entire scenario. After all, what would your husband think?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[apparently]

That he has nothing to worry about, obviously. Beyond mutilating it, your tongue has nothing going for you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[see, sometimes all it takes is someone else to bring out all that hidden potential]

Well, he probably assumed he had nothing to worry about before, too. We all see how wrong you proved him there.