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Fic: Mrs Saxon's Diary. Part 4/?
Finally uploaded a Lucy icon. It was hard to choose, but this one just fits this fic (and the character) perfectly. :) Also I'm kinda in love with this chapter - I swear The Master is the most delightful villain there has ever been. If you love him, you should love this part! (So pretty please give it a try? *begs*)
Setting: Around 15 months pre-'Sound of Drums'
Spoilers: End of S3.
Pairing: Lucy/Harry.
Rating: PG-13.
Previous parts here.
Mrs Saxon's Diary. Part 4
Harry killed a man tonight.
We were taking a shortcut through the back streets after a lovely evening at the theater (Harry does his best to distract me, he’s wonderful like that), and suddenly a hooded youth jumped in front of us, brandishing a knife.
“A’right - give us your wallet, yeah? An’ no funny business, mate!”
I was paralysed, but Harry just smiled as he slowly reached into his pocket.
“’No funny business’? But don’t you find death hilarious? Well it’ll be your own, so maybe not...”
Then in one swift movement he brought out the strange tool he calls a screwdriver and aimed it squarely at the young man’s chest. It fired a quick, golden beam and then the youth fell to the ground, lifeless.
I think I might have choked. I know that I was shaking at least. Harry turned round, sudden deep concern on his face.
“Lucy - are you OK? Did he frighten you?”
“I... I don’t know.” I searched his face for... something. I wasn’t sure what. “Is he dead?”
"Well yes darling, of course he's dead. I killed him." He was speaking as patiently as when he’d tried to explain that he was 900 years old. Then seeing that my distress wasn’t waning he pulled me into his arms, softly stroking my hair. I could feel the slow beat of his hearts, calm and comforting as always, and tried to take deep breaths.
Tilting my face towards him, he shook his head resignedly, but with a hint of amusement underneath. “Well this won’t do. Can’t have a nasty man like that upsetting my sweet girl.” Then he grinned. “So let’s get him to apologise!”
Letting go of me he jumped to the dead man’s side, lifting him up so he was in a sitting position, his head lolling forward like a rag-doll’s. Then he took hold of his hands, pressing the palms together as though begging. “Dear Miss Lucy, please accept my humble apologies for my rude misconduct. I shall endeavour to do nothing horrid from here-on, on account of being all dead!”
Harry’s face was a picture of mischief, and the whole situation was so utterly ridiculous that I could not help but burst out laughing.
Then he got up, letting the dead body fall down again with a sickening thud. I flinched at the sound, then looked at Harry apologetically. Mother always said how important it is to keep one’s composure in any situation. “Sorry, but... I’ve never seen anyone killed before. It... it was so quick.”
Taking my face in his hands, he studied me carefully, seriously. “Let me take you to Utopia,” he said, and the look in his eyes was hard to fathom.
“I thought it was a story... A... a legend,” I answered, slightly nervously, but he shook his head sadly.
“It is the end of everything.”
I should have been in bed half an hour ago, but I fear the sadness I saw in his eyes. I know I should feel guilt about the man I saw killed, terror at what Harry did so casually - how can this be the same man who helped father so selflessly?
Nothing makes sense.
But more than anything I can’t stop thinking about what this ‘Utopia’ is. What will my Master show me?
Part 5.
Setting: Around 15 months pre-'Sound of Drums'
Spoilers: End of S3.
Pairing: Lucy/Harry.
Rating: PG-13.
Previous parts here.
Mrs Saxon's Diary. Part 4
Harry killed a man tonight.
We were taking a shortcut through the back streets after a lovely evening at the theater (Harry does his best to distract me, he’s wonderful like that), and suddenly a hooded youth jumped in front of us, brandishing a knife.
“A’right - give us your wallet, yeah? An’ no funny business, mate!”
I was paralysed, but Harry just smiled as he slowly reached into his pocket.
“’No funny business’? But don’t you find death hilarious? Well it’ll be your own, so maybe not...”
Then in one swift movement he brought out the strange tool he calls a screwdriver and aimed it squarely at the young man’s chest. It fired a quick, golden beam and then the youth fell to the ground, lifeless.
I think I might have choked. I know that I was shaking at least. Harry turned round, sudden deep concern on his face.
“Lucy - are you OK? Did he frighten you?”
“I... I don’t know.” I searched his face for... something. I wasn’t sure what. “Is he dead?”
"Well yes darling, of course he's dead. I killed him." He was speaking as patiently as when he’d tried to explain that he was 900 years old. Then seeing that my distress wasn’t waning he pulled me into his arms, softly stroking my hair. I could feel the slow beat of his hearts, calm and comforting as always, and tried to take deep breaths.
Tilting my face towards him, he shook his head resignedly, but with a hint of amusement underneath. “Well this won’t do. Can’t have a nasty man like that upsetting my sweet girl.” Then he grinned. “So let’s get him to apologise!”
Letting go of me he jumped to the dead man’s side, lifting him up so he was in a sitting position, his head lolling forward like a rag-doll’s. Then he took hold of his hands, pressing the palms together as though begging. “Dear Miss Lucy, please accept my humble apologies for my rude misconduct. I shall endeavour to do nothing horrid from here-on, on account of being all dead!”
Harry’s face was a picture of mischief, and the whole situation was so utterly ridiculous that I could not help but burst out laughing.
Then he got up, letting the dead body fall down again with a sickening thud. I flinched at the sound, then looked at Harry apologetically. Mother always said how important it is to keep one’s composure in any situation. “Sorry, but... I’ve never seen anyone killed before. It... it was so quick.”
Taking my face in his hands, he studied me carefully, seriously. “Let me take you to Utopia,” he said, and the look in his eyes was hard to fathom.
“I thought it was a story... A... a legend,” I answered, slightly nervously, but he shook his head sadly.
“It is the end of everything.”
I should have been in bed half an hour ago, but I fear the sadness I saw in his eyes. I know I should feel guilt about the man I saw killed, terror at what Harry did so casually - how can this be the same man who helped father so selflessly?
Nothing makes sense.
But more than anything I can’t stop thinking about what this ‘Utopia’ is. What will my Master show me?
Part 5.
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The part in which he moved the body around like a puppet was surreal, shocking and hilarious at the same time—and it's so meaningful that Lucy couldn't help but laugh, instead of being mainly horrified. Here is the woman who looked at him, starry-eyed, when he ordered to remove one tenth of the population—the influence is building… But still she flinched when he dropped the body again. Perfect mix of emotions. And goodness, I LOVE that she apologized for being shocked at seeing someone die. Harry acts like it's normal, Harry did it to look after her, thus it's the right thing and she should be sorry for not realizing that straight away. Chilling and fascinating. And god, this is where he took her to Utopia… In my head it would have taken place after he took power, because I considered it would have been one of the first stages of her being broken ("Dying, everything dying, the whole of creation was falling apart and I thought, there's no point…"), and in SotD she looked possessed, not broken yet. But it does make sense that he would do it at this point—and it could have taught her to dismiss the taking of human lives (as long as she doesn't have to witness it from up close…) because "there is no point to anything, not ever" and certainly not to a few humans who would all die eventually anyway. So it really fits ^_^
The look on his face and the way he said it to her were very well handled besides. I couldn't help but laugh at Lucy thinking, even quickly, about her bedtime when she just saw a man die and the man she's in love with wants to take her to the end of everything—but it was only a very quick thought, and her mind seemed a bit jumbled, many thoughts and emotions at the same time—confusion about what she felt, what she should have felt, about Harry's behaviour and the apparent two sides of his personality, and the curiosity, the attraction to the idea of Utopia.
Wonderful job, again… ;)
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I can't even remember how I thought of it, but it all just fell into place perfectly...
I'm not really finding the adequate word—patronizing, but without the negative implications. You know? Like she's a darling child who doesn't really get things, and whom he has to take care of.
I know exactly what you mean, and yes.
The part in which he moved the body around like a puppet was surreal, shocking and hilarious at the same time—and it's so meaningful that Lucy couldn't help but laugh, instead of being mainly horrified.
I think it's nervous laughter? How, after all, should one react in such circumstances...
And goodness, I LOVE that she apologized for being shocked at seeing someone die. Harry acts like it's normal, Harry did it to look after her, thus it's the right thing and she should be sorry for not realizing that straight away. Chilling and fascinating.
She was well brought up, the daughter of a Lord. You keep your composure no matter what!
But it does make sense that he would do it at this point—and it could have taught her to dismiss the taking of human lives (as long as she doesn't have to witness it from up close…) because "there is no point to anything, not ever" and certainly not to a few humans who would all die eventually anyway. So it really fits ^_^
:) I can't see her going along with everything if she hadn't seen it all with her own eyes first.
but it was only a very quick thought, and her mind seemed a bit jumbled, many thoughts and emotions at the same time—confusion about what she felt, what she should have felt, about Harry's behaviour and the apparent two sides of his personality, and the curiosity, the attraction to the idea of Utopia.
He is turning her upside down, warping her bit by bit...
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Quite right. That was pretty fitting.
She was well brought up, the daughter of a Lord. You keep your composure no matter what!
Having Narcissa parallels now. (Well, Narcissa is really quite different, but the composure… definitely.)
:) I can't see her going along with everything if she hadn't seen it all with her own eyes first.
Quite right…
He is turning her upside down, warping her bit by bit...
Love it… ♥
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Nice parallel. And this also becomes important in my Alex 'verse - he's very polite and wellbehaved, because of his mother.
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It's for future reference I suppose. (It's the next one in the series.)
Summary: Alexander Saxon (six years old) hated Boxing Day almost as much as he loved Christmas. 4 chapters, 8000 words altogether.
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Also I've yet to reply to your feedback on my RIver fic, so plz ignore me. <3)
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