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DW fic: Mrs Saxon's Diary. (1/?)
A little something for the Who fans on my flist... I'm sure that filling in Lucy's story has been done a thousand times, but this my take. I have quite a few little snippets that I keep working on in odd moments - this is the first. I hope you like. :)
Setting: Around 18 months pre-'Sound of Drums'
Spoilers: End of S3.
Pairing: Lucy/Harry.
Rating: PG.
Mrs Saxon's diary. Part 1.
I met a wonderful man tonight. Although ‘wonderful’ does not come close to describing him. Actually I cannot find a word that would do him justice. I’m not speaking of my date, oh no. He was just another banker... name of Roger, I think, a dull bore to file away with the doctors and lawyers and that one who owned half of Yorkshire...
But - I promised mother to find a good husband, to make Daddy proud - and it’s not like I could ever run the family business myself, I know that much. I never had a head for figures - or anything really. Even though I did well at finishing school.
Tonight’s date was handsome I suppose, another one of those who probably gets up at 5am to work out and takes enough holidays for his tan to be permanent without ever going near a sunbed. A ‘Gilette’ man, in other words... And yet again I could see my future stretched out before me - nice girl from nice family marries suitably wealthy influential husband, produces 2.5 children and keeps a personal trainer on hand for possible affair...
My despair must have shown on my face, because suddenly a stranger materialised at our table. He sent me a smile - wide and dazzling and... mesmerising - then turned to Roger and said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world: “Excuse me, but I think you’re boring this lovely lady to tears. And wouldn’t that be a shame, because she is very, very beautiful. So, what do you say that you run along now with your Blackberry and your iBook and let me take over?”
We both stared at him speechlessly, then Roger puffed himself up self-importantly and opened his mouth to speak... but the stranger just looked at him, then reached out and put his hand to Roger’s temple. Not a word was said, but my date seemed to quiver - his face registering something between awe and fear and terror. The other man just smiled knowingly, and then Roger hastily excused himself and left... just like that.
I did not know what to think. The stranger sat himself down in the vacated seat and introduced himself as ‘Harold Saxon’ - but I could just call him ‘Harry’. Then he asked me my name. But upon hearing it he did not - like all the others - ask if I was my father’s daughter. Instead he tilted his head, musingly.
“Lucy... that’s a lovely name. Were you named after someone in particular?”
I smiled. “My mother adored the Narnia books...”
At my reply his eyes lit up - as though I had given the correct answer to a hard riddle. No one has ever looked at me like that before.
“So you really are a girl from a fairytale,” he said - and then proceeded to take my breath away. Reaching across the table he took hold of my hand, and fixed me with a look I cannot begin to describe. “Daughter of Eve...” there followed a self-deprecating smile at the line, “I can show you wonders you’ve never dreamed of. And trust me, I am no idiot faun, prancing around with an umbrealla. Will you be my Companion on my journey, dear Lucy?”
I scarcely knew what to think. But looking into his eyes, it was as though I saw all the stars in the sky. It sounds like a foolish, romantic cliché, but that was not how it was. I felt lost amongst something... far bigger than myself, as if the man in front of me was somehow connected to that vast darkness itself. Like his borrowed title for me could be true, and he really was from another world.
“Who are you?” I asked, dizzy and elated and slightly terrified... and yet drawn in like never before.
“I am the man who’s going to rule the world!” he answered, in exactly the same tone of voice Roger had used when describing his prospects at the bank.
I stared at him with wonder, because... I believed him. There is something about him - something casually commanding that I find myself unable to explain. Or resist.
But just then the main course arrived, and he grinned happily. “Oooh steak! I love a good steak. Tell me, have you read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? They breed cows who *want* to die. Brilliant. I wonder why no one ever tried that...”
Then, as we began to eat, he looked at me, as though hit by a thought.
“Actually - it wouldn’t be too difficult. Wait...”
And he brought out a note pad and began to write down all sorts of formulas and drawing diagrams, explaining how to change cow’s brains. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever encountered, and I didn’t understand more than a word in twenty, but somehow I didn’t feel stupid. It was more like he was letting me in on a special secret. “Would show all those vegetarians, wouldn’t it?” he finished, with a wink, and it occurred to me that my father would approve of Harry very much.
He has asked me out again next week. I can’t wait.
Part 2.
Setting: Around 18 months pre-'Sound of Drums'
Spoilers: End of S3.
Pairing: Lucy/Harry.
Rating: PG.
Mrs Saxon's diary. Part 1.
I met a wonderful man tonight. Although ‘wonderful’ does not come close to describing him. Actually I cannot find a word that would do him justice. I’m not speaking of my date, oh no. He was just another banker... name of Roger, I think, a dull bore to file away with the doctors and lawyers and that one who owned half of Yorkshire...
But - I promised mother to find a good husband, to make Daddy proud - and it’s not like I could ever run the family business myself, I know that much. I never had a head for figures - or anything really. Even though I did well at finishing school.
Tonight’s date was handsome I suppose, another one of those who probably gets up at 5am to work out and takes enough holidays for his tan to be permanent without ever going near a sunbed. A ‘Gilette’ man, in other words... And yet again I could see my future stretched out before me - nice girl from nice family marries suitably wealthy influential husband, produces 2.5 children and keeps a personal trainer on hand for possible affair...
My despair must have shown on my face, because suddenly a stranger materialised at our table. He sent me a smile - wide and dazzling and... mesmerising - then turned to Roger and said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world: “Excuse me, but I think you’re boring this lovely lady to tears. And wouldn’t that be a shame, because she is very, very beautiful. So, what do you say that you run along now with your Blackberry and your iBook and let me take over?”
We both stared at him speechlessly, then Roger puffed himself up self-importantly and opened his mouth to speak... but the stranger just looked at him, then reached out and put his hand to Roger’s temple. Not a word was said, but my date seemed to quiver - his face registering something between awe and fear and terror. The other man just smiled knowingly, and then Roger hastily excused himself and left... just like that.
I did not know what to think. The stranger sat himself down in the vacated seat and introduced himself as ‘Harold Saxon’ - but I could just call him ‘Harry’. Then he asked me my name. But upon hearing it he did not - like all the others - ask if I was my father’s daughter. Instead he tilted his head, musingly.
“Lucy... that’s a lovely name. Were you named after someone in particular?”
I smiled. “My mother adored the Narnia books...”
At my reply his eyes lit up - as though I had given the correct answer to a hard riddle. No one has ever looked at me like that before.
“So you really are a girl from a fairytale,” he said - and then proceeded to take my breath away. Reaching across the table he took hold of my hand, and fixed me with a look I cannot begin to describe. “Daughter of Eve...” there followed a self-deprecating smile at the line, “I can show you wonders you’ve never dreamed of. And trust me, I am no idiot faun, prancing around with an umbrealla. Will you be my Companion on my journey, dear Lucy?”
I scarcely knew what to think. But looking into his eyes, it was as though I saw all the stars in the sky. It sounds like a foolish, romantic cliché, but that was not how it was. I felt lost amongst something... far bigger than myself, as if the man in front of me was somehow connected to that vast darkness itself. Like his borrowed title for me could be true, and he really was from another world.
“Who are you?” I asked, dizzy and elated and slightly terrified... and yet drawn in like never before.
“I am the man who’s going to rule the world!” he answered, in exactly the same tone of voice Roger had used when describing his prospects at the bank.
I stared at him with wonder, because... I believed him. There is something about him - something casually commanding that I find myself unable to explain. Or resist.
But just then the main course arrived, and he grinned happily. “Oooh steak! I love a good steak. Tell me, have you read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? They breed cows who *want* to die. Brilliant. I wonder why no one ever tried that...”
Then, as we began to eat, he looked at me, as though hit by a thought.
“Actually - it wouldn’t be too difficult. Wait...”
And he brought out a note pad and began to write down all sorts of formulas and drawing diagrams, explaining how to change cow’s brains. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever encountered, and I didn’t understand more than a word in twenty, but somehow I didn’t feel stupid. It was more like he was letting me in on a special secret. “Would show all those vegetarians, wouldn’t it?” he finished, with a wink, and it occurred to me that my father would approve of Harry very much.
He has asked me out again next week. I can’t wait.
Part 2.
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Thank you so much for reading, and will try my best to finish it soon! :)
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*beams* I partly owe that to my beta, who saw lots more in it than I did, but corrupting the innocent little girl is a wonderful twist. And the orginal Lucy went into a wardrobe that was bigger on the inside... (I'm sure RTD chose her name on purpose!)
And I enjoyed the way Harry dismissed her real date.
The Master is SO much fun to write! :)
Excellent story, looking forward to more!
Thank you. I have it all planned out, more or less, so when I find some time to write...
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And the Master mocking vegetarians? Trufax, and this coming from a vegan. LOL LOL
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Squee! And so are you! *cherishes feedback liek whoa*
And the Master mocking vegetarians? Trufax, and this coming from a vegan. LOL LOL
It pretty much wrote itself! Thank you SO much for reading! :)
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The way he suddenly interrupted her date and burst into her world was dazzling. Everything about him was—his looks, not because he was attractive, but because of his charisma and the mesmerizing quality of him, and the way he talked to that insipid man. I really got the exact same feel as when he was talking to the politicians after being elected: "You are a peasant and my intelligence and superiority much exceed what your common human brain can comprehend. In words you can understand: I am going to get rid of you now." I loved that Roger's first reaction, then the way the Master smoothly took control over him and just made him scutter away. Smooth and controlled. Mmm. *fangirl tingle*
I loved the way he paid attention to Lucy's first name, because it meant something, and cared nothing about her family. You portrayed that in a really lovely way. And then the way he talked to her… It left me wide-eyed. And I loved how Lucy instinctively perceived that this was actually true, that this Harold Saxon was something more and beyond anything she had ever seen. Her reactions were also spot-on, she seemed so light-headed and utterly entranced. I loved the way you showed the Master suddenly getting ideas about changing cows' brains, lol. Reminded me of Alex—like father, like son, or rather they share the same fabulous intelligence. And I adored the way Lucy couldn't get anything much of what he was saying, but he didn't make her feel stupid—it felt like a secret. Gosh, that was perfection.
Loved the little references to her father too.
He has asked me out again next week. I can’t wait.
I can't wait to see more of this ;)
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I very much see her as a [dark] Rose mirror ("For the first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. And then I met a man called the Doctor.") - although more privileged she is still bored and stuck (this is very much a RTD thing incidentally - the Doctor is the one who comes and saves people from ordinary life). I later found out that in 'canon' (tie-in material) she met him whilst working at a publishing house, but I am still attached to my version - the way he just appears from out of nowhere, sweeping her off her feet with his cleverness and otherness. And at this point he's quite Doctor-like. Darker, of course, but the Doctor can be rude if need be. He just dazzles, pulling her in. (See the Doctor in The God Complex... ("They'd say it was their choice, but offer a child a suitcase full of sweets and they'll take it. Offer someone all of time and space and they'll take that, too. Which is why you shouldn't. Which is why grown-ups were invented.")
I loved the way he paid attention to Lucy's first name, because it meant something, and cared nothing about her family. You portrayed that in a really lovely way. And then the way he talked to her… It left me wide-eyed.
*beams* Lucy is such an important name. The little girl who walked into a wooden box (wardrobe) that was bigger on the inside and a door to another world... Yet this Lucy - although she gets to be Queen - will get warped and destroyed, not saved. (Oh the importance of names...)
Her reactions were also spot-on, she seemed so light-headed and utterly entranced.
Quite possibly literally.
I loved the way you showed the Master suddenly getting ideas about changing cows' brains, lol. Reminded me of Alex—like father, like son, or rather they share the same fabulous intelligence.
*grins* Can I just say how THRILLED I am that you made that connection? (Also, when you get to the moment when Allison first meets Allison you'll laugh.) At the time I think I was mostly aiming for that cleverness with popular culture that the Doctor also shares.
And I adored the way Lucy couldn't get anything much of what he was saying, but he didn't make her feel stupid—it felt like a secret. Gosh, that was perfection.
I have this terrible talent for writing evil people. I don't know where it comes from, but damn I just love it.
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Oh yes. This so much.
I later found out that in 'canon' (tie-in material) she met him whilst working at a publishing house
This rings a bell, I must have heard it but I didn’t really remember…
the way he just appears from out of nowhere, sweeping her off her feet with his cleverness and otherness. And at this point he's quite Doctor-like. Darker, of course, but the Doctor can be rude if need be. He just dazzles, pulling her in. (See the Doctor in The God Complex... ("They'd say it was their choice, but offer a child a suitcase full of sweets and they'll take it. Offer someone all of time and space and they'll take that, too. Which is why you shouldn't. Which is why grown-ups were invented.")
This so much. ♥
*beams* Lucy is such an important name. The little girl who walked into a wooden box (wardrobe) that was bigger on the inside and a door to another world... Yet this Lucy - although she gets to be Queen - will get warped and destroyed, not saved. (Oh the importance of names...)
^_^
*grins* Can I just say how THRILLED I am that you made that connection?
And I’m happy to make you happy ;)
I have this terrible talent for writing evil people. I don't know where it comes from, but damn I just love it.
Guess what, I terribly love it too. (Like you were made for me… which implies I should read more of your stuff. XD to-read lists, here I come again!)
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He wrote a book...
Guess what, I terribly love it too. (Like you were made for me… which implies I should read more of your stuff. XD to-read lists, here I come again!)
*dances*
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