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starsthatshine) wrote2007-06-26 05:51 pm
starsthatshine) wrote2007-06-26 05:51 pm
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"Secrets and Truths" (Master/Lucy) PG
Title: Secrets and Truths
Pairing: Master/Lucy
Rating: PG
Summary: My take on how The Master and Lucy first met.
Notes: I have never in my life read a Lucy/Master fic (stayed away so that I could write this because it's been haunting my mind) so I could write this without being influenced by other works. Written from Lucy's POV and not properly betad. I had a friend read through it, so in theory, it's betad, but still... Anyway, enjoy :D
Oh, her world had been nothing but a series of dull parties and people with their ties on too tight. Every party was the same and every conversation as colourless as the next. Lucy Rosewood was a prisoner in a cage with no chance of escaping. She had her hands folded nicely in her lap and sat by her chair, giving everyone that passed the same expressionless smile.
This was one of her father's annual parties. Another one just to mark the turn of the year, to taut his success in the face of his peers. Nothing about this party was about fun, it was merely a formality and a cold meeting between people who thought themselves friends but in truth was nothing more than strangers. It was all politics.
At least, that was what it'd been before Harold walked into her life.
That very day, he had swirled into the room like a breath of fresh air. Even though Lucy made every effort not to notice, she couldn't help but keep her eyes at the new protégé her father had recruited. Something was different about him. Vastly different in contrast to the others.
His smile seemed genuine, his handshake certain and polite and his eyes filled with childlike honesty. He didn't seem to fit amongst the bankers, businessmen and other people who only strived for power.
"Lucy." Her father approached her with the man following closely behind him. Harold's eyes were directly at hers, hinting a smile as his eyes sparkled in a way she had never seen anyone's do before. She hid her own smile from his view but the way his lips curled suggested that it was unnecessary.
"Lucy," her father said again and stopped in front of her, "This is Harold Saxon."
Lucy couldn't help but find it exciting the way Harold's eyes travelled over her. His eyes were looking straight at hers as he took her hand and Lucy felt a smile appear on her face, but very small. In fact, it was so small that probably only Harold could see it. He seemed to be studying her, observing her in a way that no one else had ever done before.
His thumb created small soft circles on the left side of her hand as he bent down and placed a soft kiss against her pale kiss. Lucy's skin seemed to spark from the touch, leaving small tingles where his lips had been, if it'd only been for a second.
"How very lovely to meet you," he said and his eyes sparkled in such a mischievous way that seemed as though he was saying something else. His voice was cool, causal, but his eyes danced with life.
Lucy straightened herself, playing cool and careless to his obvious charms. Something inside her came to life, something that hadn't been so for many, many years.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Saxon." she replied in her most neutral voice.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. Their eyes connected, oblivious to everything else, and neither of them remembered that her hand was still resting in his.
"Oh please," Harold said, walking up to Lucy and guided her away from his father, "Call me Harry... Harold sounds so... formal."
Lucy's eyes glittered and thought him for a moment, perhaps the most handsome man alive.
"Now, why would I do a crazy thing like that?" she asked, turning around in his grip so that they were face to face, a few centimetres apart.
She wants to impress him, to dazzle him. To make him so wrapped up in her that he can’t see anyone else for days.
Harry's smile grew because he knew, just as well as she did, how it worked. There would be sentences exchanged and there would be comments that had to be said. It was protocol. The proper thing to do. But what they said had little importance because with one breath, one move, they learned more about each other than others did with a thousand words.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, his voice turning darker as if he'd told her a big secret.
At this, Lucy frowned. "But there’s no music."
Harry took Lucy's other hand and started to guide her across the floor. His feet moving with a certain dignified grace that Lucy likes. He doesn’t seem to have danced often, but soon he gets the rhythm of things and the dance becomes one of the best Lucy has ever danced. It felt light, as if their feet were hovering in the air.
"Then let's make some. What do you want to hear?" He grinned like a charming schoolboy and Lucy, for the first time in months, laughed. Just for a second, but she laughed nonetheless.
Harry began a tune that she had never heard before. Some strange beat she can't remember hearing. It seems to follow a pattern, but she can't understand what kind. The sound is, like everything concerning Harold Saxon, thrilling, exciting and charming.
As they dance, the bump into several people, all of which glared at them like they've just committed a crime or something horribly indecent. But the Saxons don't care. They dance, on and on, twirling and moving across the floor with uttermost grace. In their world, their own crazy world, there's just the two of them. And no one else.
"What are you doing here?" Lucy asked, her eyes completely confused on Harry's, "You don't seem like the rest of them."
Harry's smile grew even larger, and he makes a sudden twirl which causes Lucy to squeal of excitement. He leaned his cheek next to hers and his breath was warm against her skin as he whispers it in her ear, admitting the one thing the others cannot:
"I'm here to rule the world."
Pairing: Master/Lucy
Rating: PG
Summary: My take on how The Master and Lucy first met.
Notes: I have never in my life read a Lucy/Master fic (stayed away so that I could write this because it's been haunting my mind) so I could write this without being influenced by other works. Written from Lucy's POV and not properly betad. I had a friend read through it, so in theory, it's betad, but still... Anyway, enjoy :D
Oh, her world had been nothing but a series of dull parties and people with their ties on too tight. Every party was the same and every conversation as colourless as the next. Lucy Rosewood was a prisoner in a cage with no chance of escaping. She had her hands folded nicely in her lap and sat by her chair, giving everyone that passed the same expressionless smile.
This was one of her father's annual parties. Another one just to mark the turn of the year, to taut his success in the face of his peers. Nothing about this party was about fun, it was merely a formality and a cold meeting between people who thought themselves friends but in truth was nothing more than strangers. It was all politics.
At least, that was what it'd been before Harold walked into her life.
That very day, he had swirled into the room like a breath of fresh air. Even though Lucy made every effort not to notice, she couldn't help but keep her eyes at the new protégé her father had recruited. Something was different about him. Vastly different in contrast to the others.
His smile seemed genuine, his handshake certain and polite and his eyes filled with childlike honesty. He didn't seem to fit amongst the bankers, businessmen and other people who only strived for power.
"Lucy." Her father approached her with the man following closely behind him. Harold's eyes were directly at hers, hinting a smile as his eyes sparkled in a way she had never seen anyone's do before. She hid her own smile from his view but the way his lips curled suggested that it was unnecessary.
"Lucy," her father said again and stopped in front of her, "This is Harold Saxon."
Lucy couldn't help but find it exciting the way Harold's eyes travelled over her. His eyes were looking straight at hers as he took her hand and Lucy felt a smile appear on her face, but very small. In fact, it was so small that probably only Harold could see it. He seemed to be studying her, observing her in a way that no one else had ever done before.
His thumb created small soft circles on the left side of her hand as he bent down and placed a soft kiss against her pale kiss. Lucy's skin seemed to spark from the touch, leaving small tingles where his lips had been, if it'd only been for a second.
"How very lovely to meet you," he said and his eyes sparkled in such a mischievous way that seemed as though he was saying something else. His voice was cool, causal, but his eyes danced with life.
Lucy straightened herself, playing cool and careless to his obvious charms. Something inside her came to life, something that hadn't been so for many, many years.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Saxon." she replied in her most neutral voice.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. Their eyes connected, oblivious to everything else, and neither of them remembered that her hand was still resting in his.
"Oh please," Harold said, walking up to Lucy and guided her away from his father, "Call me Harry... Harold sounds so... formal."
Lucy's eyes glittered and thought him for a moment, perhaps the most handsome man alive.
"Now, why would I do a crazy thing like that?" she asked, turning around in his grip so that they were face to face, a few centimetres apart.
She wants to impress him, to dazzle him. To make him so wrapped up in her that he can’t see anyone else for days.
Harry's smile grew because he knew, just as well as she did, how it worked. There would be sentences exchanged and there would be comments that had to be said. It was protocol. The proper thing to do. But what they said had little importance because with one breath, one move, they learned more about each other than others did with a thousand words.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, his voice turning darker as if he'd told her a big secret.
At this, Lucy frowned. "But there’s no music."
Harry took Lucy's other hand and started to guide her across the floor. His feet moving with a certain dignified grace that Lucy likes. He doesn’t seem to have danced often, but soon he gets the rhythm of things and the dance becomes one of the best Lucy has ever danced. It felt light, as if their feet were hovering in the air.
"Then let's make some. What do you want to hear?" He grinned like a charming schoolboy and Lucy, for the first time in months, laughed. Just for a second, but she laughed nonetheless.
Harry began a tune that she had never heard before. Some strange beat she can't remember hearing. It seems to follow a pattern, but she can't understand what kind. The sound is, like everything concerning Harold Saxon, thrilling, exciting and charming.
As they dance, the bump into several people, all of which glared at them like they've just committed a crime or something horribly indecent. But the Saxons don't care. They dance, on and on, twirling and moving across the floor with uttermost grace. In their world, their own crazy world, there's just the two of them. And no one else.
"What are you doing here?" Lucy asked, her eyes completely confused on Harry's, "You don't seem like the rest of them."
Harry's smile grew even larger, and he makes a sudden twirl which causes Lucy to squeal of excitement. He leaned his cheek next to hers and his breath was warm against her skin as he whispers it in her ear, admitting the one thing the others cannot:
"I'm here to rule the world."