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[this is Lucy. this is Lucy sitting quietly off to some random side of the Plane, resting in a wide, comfy chair, legs tucked beneath her and reading a book. what book? a random one she snatched from the TARDIS library that gives some (very) truncated history on Gallifrey. why? because her husband has currently gone a mite bonkers and thinks himself someone else. it really, really sucks. so she's doing some reading and hoping to find some answers.

hopefully]

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No, I-- [cuts herself off, looking down at the book she left on her chair when she moved to slap him. hi, Ten, you get a moment of weakness] I just know he doesn't recognise me. He's Harry but he doesn't know that and he doesn't know me.

[and have a moment of relenting, where he takes a step back]

I'll figure out what's happening to him.

[aaaand the walls come back up. have a bitter laugh]

Of course you will. You'll find the problem and fix it, won't you? Because you always have to fix everything, don't you, Doctor?

Who's to say you won't just make it worse?

I could just walk away. After all, you were taking such good care of it yourself.

[glances at book]

Is that the abridged version? Does it have pictures?

You aren't capable of walking away.

[glares at him]

Don't patronise me, Doctor. At least I'm smart enough to know how to read. I'm certain that's quite a few steps higher than some of your previous companions.

Oh, I am.

[unimpressed]

My previous companions? Well, maybe a few of them didn't have writing down, time periods and all that, but they knew a little about loyalty.

Which is why you're still here.

[aaaand she doesn't look at him, because her expression might give her away]

Did they, now? So I suppose loyalty only matters when it's to you?

I haven't got the last word, yet. Not leaving until then.

[and because he's probably not going to walk away. Buuuut we'll let him believe otherwise]

You don't know anything about loyalty, Lucy. Not to me, not to him, and certainly not to yourself.

How very childish.

[she doesn't really want him to, shhh]

Using my name, now? And here I thought you'd forgotten it. [does glance up momentarily, then goes back to her book] You don't know me half as well as you think you do, Doctor. Don't delude yourself.

[irritation crosses his face as he realizes he's let that slip]

I thought I knew you. Obviously I was wrong. It's not often I admit to being wrong. But you, Mrs. Lucy Saxon, you proved me very, very wrong.

[beat]

I think we can help them. The Doctor and the Master----Rassilon and Omega, whoever they are.

Or perhaps you did know me quite well and simply refused to accept what was right in front of you. [smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes, and she fiddles with a strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear] You always did like to achieve the impossible, didn't you?

[also a beat]

And again, I ask you: why should I help you?

Oh, we both know I'm brilliant, but you certainly surpassed me that time. All the things I thought were true. Funny little ideas that just slipped away. No, no, more stabbed away. But, still, same idea.

Because, you want to help him. And you can't do it alone.

[if only you knew, Ten, if only you knew] Brilliant? Well, yes, I suppose I have my moments. It isn't hard, though, when one is as gullible as you.

Perhaps. Which would explain my side of it. But why, then, would you ask me in the first place? Certainly there are far more loyal companions you could solicit help from.

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[expression is blank, but he's fuming] Well, I hope you'll forgive my trusting nature.

Well, some of my companions can't read, but they're at least intelligent enough to know that they should despise the Master. I need someone so blindingly devoted as yourself to help.

[the amount of emotions currently underscoring their conversation has to count for something] I have no reason to forgive you anything. That would make us even, I think.

You simply can't accept the fact I actually love him, can you?

[certainly. It's like very intense background music] Considering the huge difference in our discrepencies, I'd say no. No, we're not even.

And love. Love requires an evolutionary standard I think you've missed, along with sensitivity and compassion. But you're devoted enough. He could be trapped that way if we don't do something.

[and they're both missing all the obvious cues] No, I suppose it wouldn't. You've the upper hand, though, so I'm sure you can live with it just fine.

[she's just gonna stare at him, hands tensed at her side so she doesn't slap him again] You've gone too far. How dare you-- [and reign it in!] Fine. What do you suggest we do?

I'll manage.

[smirk] Break through that wifely veneer, did I? I was beginning to wonder if there was a person in there.

To put a stop to it, we have to figure out what is causing it.

Always all right, I think you like to say?

I've always been a person, Doctor. Funny how easy it is for you to forget that. How easy it is for you to move on.

[focuses on the book, idly flipping a page] You think it's this place, don't you? Those Twins or whatever?

If I remember correctly, you moved on first. After wounding my TARDIS and leaving me stranded.

I don't see why I should want to stay.

And, yes. Their track record with changing people is fairly high. As is their track record for hurting people.

Did I? Well, of course. You said so, after all.

I'm not telling you to.

[laughs] Are you doing this to help Harry, or to thwart them? I can't quite see which it is.

Are you saying you haven't moved on, Mrs. Saxon? Still feeling the odd pang of regret? Considering the scar tissue still healing on the TARDIS, all I feel in the back of my mind are pangs of pain.

Then what are you telling me? What do you want?

[considers] Does it matter?

You really are so completely clueless, aren't you? It doesn't matter, though. Enjoy your pain, Doctor.

Nothing. I'm telling you nothing. You're your own man. Do what you want.

[frowns] If all it is is to stop them, I see no reason to help you. I'll save Harry without your help.

Haven't we already determined that? You should be grateful. If I'd had any more sense, I'd have sussed you out a long time ago.

I am, in fact. But what do you want? Forgiveness? Do you even know if you're sorry?

[sigh] Neither of us can save them alone.

You're so sure of yourself, so ridiculously arrogant. Why should I be grateful to you?

We aren't discussing this.

You haven't answered whether you really want to save them, though.