"Any Star In the Sky" (Master/Lucy) PG-13
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starsthatshineTitle: Any Star In the Sky
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aliasagent
Written for: The![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
masterficathon and chelseagirl47, who requested: "Lucy has the Master's ring and she's determined to bring him back at any cost."
Pairing: Master/Lucy (-ish)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (I think, haven't really thought about it) /Spoilers for s3... and drums ;)
Summary: There was work to be done.
Length: 2,815
Author's Notes: I had, somehow, imagined that this fic had to be done by the 12th so... I did. Which provided me with suddenly eight hundred years of time that I didn't have to touch the fic. Well, I got what I wanted to say out of it as well, which is the important bit I suppose. I rewrote it like... two or three times, and there was a lot of stuff that I in the end decided not to put into it (for example, a more detailed reason why Lucy really wanted to bring the Master back etc.) but since this is the Master ficathon... Also, I don't consider this to be a Master/Lucy fic (I'm a huge fan but I didn't really write it from a shippy perspective, or at least I tried not to but since I'm the massive fan that I am, some shippiness might occur).
Lucy felt the silver ring hot against her finger, the green glowing in the darkness and the Gallifreyan symbols hidden in shadow. The warm metal was like a set of drums playing against her white skin, whispering a melody that she had no idea existed. Around her, the sun had set long ago and the starless sky covered her in darkness. She could still feel the Doctor's presence lingering in the deserted field. She'd stayed hidden behind a couple of trees far away, watching him go.
Her hand closed around the small ring, its surprising weight pressing against the palm of her hand. The drums, the call to war, they never stopped, and she could feel them inside this very ring.
There was work to be done.
********
"His name is Santiago," Lucy's annoying loud-mouth friend, Celeste informed her during her eighth dinner party as Lucy’s hungry eyes rested on the tall, handsome man, who entered as they spoke, clearly not realizing that he had just entered the most boring and pretentious room in the world, "Can you believe it? He's a world-famous scientist. Specialises in alternative energy sources, I think."
Lucy's empty eyes began to glitter as she heard the magic word. Her fingers momentarily brushed against her husband's silver ring, which she still wore on her middle finger. A small secretive smile spread over her dead lips and Celeste watched her in amazement. Lucy allowed herself to glance at her temporary ally, their eyes connecting and Celeste was in awe of her goals.
"Really?" Celeste uttered, completely surprised, gawping at the young man once more as if she was afraid she'd missed something, "Him? Oh Lucy, I know he's world famous and all but... you can do so much better than him, especially since-"
Celeste continued speaking but somehow the words drained out before they reached Lucy's ears. She was certain. The drums were pounding even rougher against her fragile skin and she knew what she had been waiting for all these weeks. The door was opened, and it would be idiotic of her to not step through it.
"- and he's already got a wife in Spain, so I suppose you won't have much luc-"
"What?" Lucy's eyes snapped to hers, her eyes flashing a storm, her voice becoming hard, cold and, for a moment, Celeste seemed scared of her.
"He's got a wife in Spain," Celeste repeated slowly, backing up slightly as though to await a punch. Lucy took a deep breath, putting her facade up as easily as one slipped into a dress. She flashed an apologetic smile and Celeste seemed to forget that the last second ever happened because she did not waste any time filling Mrs. Saxon in on the latest gossip.
"They say," Celeste continued, leaning in to reveal her secret, "He's got a wife in Spain. And two kids. Before he got famous, of course. That's why he doesn't take them anywhere, he's ashamed of them. I mean, a respected scientist dragging his crippled wife-"
"Is she crippled?" Lucy asked, almost letting the evil joy that overcame her slip through.
"She must be, I suppose. Although, if she wasn't a pretty face, I could understand it... Anyway, I can let you hear more if you're interested. I have this friend-"
"Oh no, I'm sure it's quite alright," Lucy interrupted and let her eyes roam over her intended pray. If the window of the soul is indeed in the eyes, you could see the malice, the desire to succeed and the pride glitter in them as she already mapped out the young, innocent scientist's fate.
*******
"Cold night," Lucy commented as she crept out of the shade and out onto the cold balcony where the young scientist, like any new-made celebrity, had retired for a few seconds of peace to take it all in.
The young scientist turned around, his eyes widened in surprise as he took in Lucy's form. Proud, confident, beautiful and completely comfortable in her element; eyes stared at him like so many had done during this evening but with a different tone hiding in her them.
She wasn't there for mindless talk, to create some careless bond of so-called friendship. She'd come there for a purpose. Maybe it was the same as his.
"Yes," he said, his deep voice breaking slightly in Spanish as he turned back to look at the view but his body significantly more tense and definitely aware of her presence, "They don't make them like this in Spain."
Lucy even amazed herself as she strode, almost glided, against the marble floor, to his side, her eyes lingering at his for a second before turning to the view as well. She made certain that her hand, the one that had no ring, lingered closely from his, without causing any alarm from his side.
"I can't tell, I've never been to Spain," the blonde vixen confessed, the stars reflecting in her hollow eyes and her voice cold as the wind around them, "But I do grant you, it's pretty to look at. Especially the stars," she looked up at the stars and the scientist's gaze followed hers, "Beautiful, aren't they?" It was the first time in months that her voice revealed any kind of emotion.
She thought about Harry. She thought about the stars, the fire and the end of the world. She thought about life, and how punished she was for being trapped here, on this tedious planet without really making any impact upon it.
And as the scientist's eyes snapped to hers, Lucy stared into the warm, dark depths and they connected. Her cold resting on his warm. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
"Yes they are," he said innocently.
But he wasn't looking at the stars any more.
Lucy pressed out a smile, her best, and noticed how his frame eased and his smile grew brighter, almost a little bit too bright. Her eyes gleamed as she thought how easy it would be to get him under her spell.
"I'm Santiago Martinez," the scientist said, reaching out his hand.
"Lucy Saxon.”
"Nice to meet you, Lucy."
*******
The sun was shining harshly over her as she walked into a street corner café, her big sunglasses shielding her from the worst, but it still wasn't enough in Lucy's opinion. So when the waitress guided her to a table near the street, far away from any kind of shade, she demanded one with a parasol instead.
Only moments after she’d ordered, Santiago came rushing through the doors, a small bit of sweat visible on his tanned forehead as he quickly sat down opposite her.
Lucy didn't take off her glasses.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," Santiago apologized, adjusting his bag so it leaned firmly against the table leg on the ground, "The traffic was a mess."
He looked at her with eyes that bathed in uncertainty and confusion. He was like a carpenter who'd tried a new way of making a chair and was awaiting his beloved's approval. Lucy smiled, while secretly dreaming of pressing her red nails against his skin to make him scream in pain.
"It's alright," Lucy said in a ghostly voice and Santiago didn’t even bother to cover the relief in his eyes, "I just got here myself."
She masked her intentions as nothing more than true friendship but she could see the desire, the temptation playing in Santiago's eyes whenever he looked at her and she took a great joy in making sure that it stayed that way. Even Celeste was congratulating her on her successful attempts to put the Spanish idealist under her thrall, not that it was saying much.
He'd stayed behind in London even though his reason for being there had expired long ago.
"The reason I called you here," Lucy began, leaning forward, "Is because I'm writing a book."
Lately, the drums had become impatient. They haunted her dreams, filling her conscious state with a great sense of now-or-never. She hadn’t done things fast enough and if she didn’t hurry, she might miss her chance.
Santiago nodded, his expression uttermost serious. It was almost endearing... but Lucy had never been the type of woman to take on stray puppies.
"A sci-fi book," Lucy specified, her eyes glittering as she could practically see her success being played out inside her head, "And I need you," she smiled at the foolish hope that lit in his eyes, "I want to make it believable, you see. And with your expertise-"
"Anything."
Lucy could almost feel his soul within her grasp.
"It's about a woman, whose husband, who is... well, he's an alien. He's murdered while trying to unite their two worlds, so that the woman, who's human, can be together. Because his race hates humans. Anyway, he's murdered by his own people, them being convinced that bringing together these two words would be most destructive for both humans and aliens.
"I know it sounds silly, but... the idea just haven't been able to leave my mind," In more ways than you could imagine, she thought like a cat purring, "Anyway, the husband leaves behind nothing more than a ring, containing his genetic code. For, you see, he's predicted that his people might try to kill him, so he creates an alternative plan, a second plan... in case the first one failed-"
"A plan B."
Lucy sighed at the interruption but hid her annoyance well. She'd become so involved with her story that she had trouble keeping fact from fiction.
"Exactly. A plan B. So, a ring with his genetic code embedded in a signal buried in a transmitter which he'd forced into the ring. The only trouble is, the woman doesn't know how to activate it. After a lot of research, she learns that in order to start this signal, it requires an incredible amount of energy. A lot of energy. However, she doesn't have access to the kind of energy that is required. Now, here's where you come in, Santiago."
She gave him another fake smile. "In order to... finish my book, I just have to figure out what kind of source can create such a large amount of energy without being radioactive. Do you have any suggestions as to where I... well, the woman could find one?"
"Loads," Santiago replied, appearing to be a dog who'd just been given a task and extremely anxious to please its owner, "Like... for example a regular power plant, that transforms water into energy, might do the trick. It seems like a very interesting story." His voice was soft and sweet.
Lucy could practically feel victory within her grasp. "You think I could see it? As... research, for my book."
Lucy was certain that a halo would soon materialise over her head.
******
Lucy expected the power plant to look different. Dark, dead and completely abandoned. She imagined that it would be silent, and that you had to have a flashlight with you if you had any chance of navigating through the ever changing corridors filled with pipes and the distant sound of water turning into steam. Reality was nothing like it. The power plant was very lit up, the occasional person passed by when Santiago gave Lucy the tour and the power plant was far from dead. Which created somewhat of a problem for one could hardly resurrect anyone and escape attention when there were workers still present, but Lucy hoped for a miracle, even though she'd stopped believing in them. Now she only believed in one because she had to.
Lucy was very aware of the knife lying in her handbag. At every step she made, she could feel the knife move slightly, sometimes crashing against her lip-gloss or feel it through the fabric of her bag as it rested against her side and shoulder.
Her eyes went to Santiago's. Sometimes she was certain that he must've heard, but the gullible man always seemed to be completely at ease even though her bag sometimes made small suspicious metallic noises, so Lucy assumed he heard nothing.
The closer they got, the more Lucy's heart seemed to race. Her breathing quickened and the ring pounded against her finger, almost screaming at her to do something. Soon, so very soon. She could still hear her husband's voice in her head, whispering in her ear while putting lingering kisses all over her body:
"You find me a body, hmm, a good, strong body... Put the ring on its finger, press the ring and put it over something powerful... a high voltage fence or something. My clever little fox, remember, just in case. Just in case 'The Doctor'," his eyes darkened at this, "Finds someway to beat me. Not that he will though," he added when he noticed her troubled gaze, "We'll win, my dear Lucy... We'll have our own little empire."
Then, nothing was heard; not the engines, not the steps of anyone approaching. The only thing that was heard was the sound of Santiago's last breaths as Lucy pressed the cold metal through his back, aiming at his heart. Lucy's breath quickened slightly as she pressed it further in. It was surprisingly difficult; she had to use every bit of her strength to get it through long enough to kill him. There was a small slicing sound as the knife was pulled out again.
She avoided looking into Santiago's warm eyes as she pulled off the ring and gently placed it on his finger. The hand she placed against one of the generators before she pressed on the ring. The cold metal instantly heated up and there was a loud bang. Lucy backed away as she saw some sort of blue energy spread over her husband's arm and travel over his body until it covered him completely. There was an even larger bang and now Lucy looked around, distressed, because she could hear the sound of approaching steps. Her clear, blue eyes began to search for a way out, for the exit sign so they could disappear without being noticed, but to her horror, she found no such door.
Her eyes travelled back to her husband, who was now regaining his strong eyes, Lucy noted contently, and before her eyes the figure of Santiago morphed into her husband, Harold Saxon, the Master...
The moment the transformation was complete and Harry’s entire DNA-code had been pulled out of the ring and into the new body, there was another loud bang and the second later, all the energy at the power plant disappeared. Everything became pitch-black.
Then, like a guiding star on a starless sky, it seemed like the energy created some sort of light all over him, swirling and twirling in blue and white, all over the Master. Lucy's eyes widened and she was momentarily mesmerized by the lights. It was unlike everything she'd ever seen before. It was dangerous, she knew, but something within her wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. It was like fireworks, like stars and the universe all rolled into one.
The fear of being caught disappeared as she took in the sight of the lights healing her husband and a warm feeling of safety filled her.
It was going to be all right. They were going to make it out of there without being discovered. She just knew.
Then, suddenly, the light was snatched away, robbed from her as her hand had rested metres away from it. Lucy blinked, trying to see in the dark, but everything had gone black, only a small shadow of the lights remained inside her head but it soon disappeared as well.
Everything was ghostly silent. Too silent. She could hear the distant sound of angry voices and steps crashing against metal.
"Harry?"
Suddenly, she heard someone breathing.
"Harry?" She repeated, not bothering to hide the hope that had just been lit inside her, burning like a beacon.
There was a cold, hollow laugh and before Lucy could react, a pair of rough hands pulled her further into the darkness and soon she could feel a pair of familiar lips on her own. Rough, slightly dry but definitely familiar. She replied to the kiss eagerly, a smile playing on her face as she bit Harry's lower lip. Her fingers almost pressing holes into his skin, hoping that something would leave a mark.
Harry laughed again, warmer, as he took her hand, ripped her from his lips and gave Lucy a little twirl, as if they were in the middle of a dance. Lucy lost her breath and she could feel her heart warming up again after being cold for so long. If she reached out, she could feel Harry's warm body and if she took his hand, she could feel the ring on his finger.
He was there. Very much alive.
Fin.
Thoughts? Did I butcher the idea of the Master being resurrected? Was something off? Did you like? Did you hate? Feedback is good for the soul and it gives me things to consider next time, if I did a mistake or something you didn't like :)
Author:
aliasagentWritten for: The
masterficathon and chelseagirl47, who requested: "Lucy has the Master's ring and she's determined to bring him back at any cost."Pairing: Master/Lucy (-ish)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (I think, haven't really thought about it) /Spoilers for s3... and drums ;)
Summary: There was work to be done.
Length: 2,815
Author's Notes: I had, somehow, imagined that this fic had to be done by the 12th so... I did. Which provided me with suddenly eight hundred years of time that I didn't have to touch the fic. Well, I got what I wanted to say out of it as well, which is the important bit I suppose. I rewrote it like... two or three times, and there was a lot of stuff that I in the end decided not to put into it (for example, a more detailed reason why Lucy really wanted to bring the Master back etc.) but since this is the Master ficathon... Also, I don't consider this to be a Master/Lucy fic (I'm a huge fan but I didn't really write it from a shippy perspective, or at least I tried not to but since I'm the massive fan that I am, some shippiness might occur).
Lucy felt the silver ring hot against her finger, the green glowing in the darkness and the Gallifreyan symbols hidden in shadow. The warm metal was like a set of drums playing against her white skin, whispering a melody that she had no idea existed. Around her, the sun had set long ago and the starless sky covered her in darkness. She could still feel the Doctor's presence lingering in the deserted field. She'd stayed hidden behind a couple of trees far away, watching him go.
Her hand closed around the small ring, its surprising weight pressing against the palm of her hand. The drums, the call to war, they never stopped, and she could feel them inside this very ring.
There was work to be done.
********
"His name is Santiago," Lucy's annoying loud-mouth friend, Celeste informed her during her eighth dinner party as Lucy’s hungry eyes rested on the tall, handsome man, who entered as they spoke, clearly not realizing that he had just entered the most boring and pretentious room in the world, "Can you believe it? He's a world-famous scientist. Specialises in alternative energy sources, I think."
Lucy's empty eyes began to glitter as she heard the magic word. Her fingers momentarily brushed against her husband's silver ring, which she still wore on her middle finger. A small secretive smile spread over her dead lips and Celeste watched her in amazement. Lucy allowed herself to glance at her temporary ally, their eyes connecting and Celeste was in awe of her goals.
"Really?" Celeste uttered, completely surprised, gawping at the young man once more as if she was afraid she'd missed something, "Him? Oh Lucy, I know he's world famous and all but... you can do so much better than him, especially since-"
Celeste continued speaking but somehow the words drained out before they reached Lucy's ears. She was certain. The drums were pounding even rougher against her fragile skin and she knew what she had been waiting for all these weeks. The door was opened, and it would be idiotic of her to not step through it.
"- and he's already got a wife in Spain, so I suppose you won't have much luc-"
"What?" Lucy's eyes snapped to hers, her eyes flashing a storm, her voice becoming hard, cold and, for a moment, Celeste seemed scared of her.
"He's got a wife in Spain," Celeste repeated slowly, backing up slightly as though to await a punch. Lucy took a deep breath, putting her facade up as easily as one slipped into a dress. She flashed an apologetic smile and Celeste seemed to forget that the last second ever happened because she did not waste any time filling Mrs. Saxon in on the latest gossip.
"They say," Celeste continued, leaning in to reveal her secret, "He's got a wife in Spain. And two kids. Before he got famous, of course. That's why he doesn't take them anywhere, he's ashamed of them. I mean, a respected scientist dragging his crippled wife-"
"Is she crippled?" Lucy asked, almost letting the evil joy that overcame her slip through.
"She must be, I suppose. Although, if she wasn't a pretty face, I could understand it... Anyway, I can let you hear more if you're interested. I have this friend-"
"Oh no, I'm sure it's quite alright," Lucy interrupted and let her eyes roam over her intended pray. If the window of the soul is indeed in the eyes, you could see the malice, the desire to succeed and the pride glitter in them as she already mapped out the young, innocent scientist's fate.
*******
"Cold night," Lucy commented as she crept out of the shade and out onto the cold balcony where the young scientist, like any new-made celebrity, had retired for a few seconds of peace to take it all in.
The young scientist turned around, his eyes widened in surprise as he took in Lucy's form. Proud, confident, beautiful and completely comfortable in her element; eyes stared at him like so many had done during this evening but with a different tone hiding in her them.
She wasn't there for mindless talk, to create some careless bond of so-called friendship. She'd come there for a purpose. Maybe it was the same as his.
"Yes," he said, his deep voice breaking slightly in Spanish as he turned back to look at the view but his body significantly more tense and definitely aware of her presence, "They don't make them like this in Spain."
Lucy even amazed herself as she strode, almost glided, against the marble floor, to his side, her eyes lingering at his for a second before turning to the view as well. She made certain that her hand, the one that had no ring, lingered closely from his, without causing any alarm from his side.
"I can't tell, I've never been to Spain," the blonde vixen confessed, the stars reflecting in her hollow eyes and her voice cold as the wind around them, "But I do grant you, it's pretty to look at. Especially the stars," she looked up at the stars and the scientist's gaze followed hers, "Beautiful, aren't they?" It was the first time in months that her voice revealed any kind of emotion.
She thought about Harry. She thought about the stars, the fire and the end of the world. She thought about life, and how punished she was for being trapped here, on this tedious planet without really making any impact upon it.
And as the scientist's eyes snapped to hers, Lucy stared into the warm, dark depths and they connected. Her cold resting on his warm. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
"Yes they are," he said innocently.
But he wasn't looking at the stars any more.
Lucy pressed out a smile, her best, and noticed how his frame eased and his smile grew brighter, almost a little bit too bright. Her eyes gleamed as she thought how easy it would be to get him under her spell.
"I'm Santiago Martinez," the scientist said, reaching out his hand.
"Lucy Saxon.”
"Nice to meet you, Lucy."
*******
The sun was shining harshly over her as she walked into a street corner café, her big sunglasses shielding her from the worst, but it still wasn't enough in Lucy's opinion. So when the waitress guided her to a table near the street, far away from any kind of shade, she demanded one with a parasol instead.
Only moments after she’d ordered, Santiago came rushing through the doors, a small bit of sweat visible on his tanned forehead as he quickly sat down opposite her.
Lucy didn't take off her glasses.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," Santiago apologized, adjusting his bag so it leaned firmly against the table leg on the ground, "The traffic was a mess."
He looked at her with eyes that bathed in uncertainty and confusion. He was like a carpenter who'd tried a new way of making a chair and was awaiting his beloved's approval. Lucy smiled, while secretly dreaming of pressing her red nails against his skin to make him scream in pain.
"It's alright," Lucy said in a ghostly voice and Santiago didn’t even bother to cover the relief in his eyes, "I just got here myself."
She masked her intentions as nothing more than true friendship but she could see the desire, the temptation playing in Santiago's eyes whenever he looked at her and she took a great joy in making sure that it stayed that way. Even Celeste was congratulating her on her successful attempts to put the Spanish idealist under her thrall, not that it was saying much.
He'd stayed behind in London even though his reason for being there had expired long ago.
"The reason I called you here," Lucy began, leaning forward, "Is because I'm writing a book."
Lately, the drums had become impatient. They haunted her dreams, filling her conscious state with a great sense of now-or-never. She hadn’t done things fast enough and if she didn’t hurry, she might miss her chance.
Santiago nodded, his expression uttermost serious. It was almost endearing... but Lucy had never been the type of woman to take on stray puppies.
"A sci-fi book," Lucy specified, her eyes glittering as she could practically see her success being played out inside her head, "And I need you," she smiled at the foolish hope that lit in his eyes, "I want to make it believable, you see. And with your expertise-"
"Anything."
Lucy could almost feel his soul within her grasp.
"It's about a woman, whose husband, who is... well, he's an alien. He's murdered while trying to unite their two worlds, so that the woman, who's human, can be together. Because his race hates humans. Anyway, he's murdered by his own people, them being convinced that bringing together these two words would be most destructive for both humans and aliens.
"I know it sounds silly, but... the idea just haven't been able to leave my mind," In more ways than you could imagine, she thought like a cat purring, "Anyway, the husband leaves behind nothing more than a ring, containing his genetic code. For, you see, he's predicted that his people might try to kill him, so he creates an alternative plan, a second plan... in case the first one failed-"
"A plan B."
Lucy sighed at the interruption but hid her annoyance well. She'd become so involved with her story that she had trouble keeping fact from fiction.
"Exactly. A plan B. So, a ring with his genetic code embedded in a signal buried in a transmitter which he'd forced into the ring. The only trouble is, the woman doesn't know how to activate it. After a lot of research, she learns that in order to start this signal, it requires an incredible amount of energy. A lot of energy. However, she doesn't have access to the kind of energy that is required. Now, here's where you come in, Santiago."
She gave him another fake smile. "In order to... finish my book, I just have to figure out what kind of source can create such a large amount of energy without being radioactive. Do you have any suggestions as to where I... well, the woman could find one?"
"Loads," Santiago replied, appearing to be a dog who'd just been given a task and extremely anxious to please its owner, "Like... for example a regular power plant, that transforms water into energy, might do the trick. It seems like a very interesting story." His voice was soft and sweet.
Lucy could practically feel victory within her grasp. "You think I could see it? As... research, for my book."
Lucy was certain that a halo would soon materialise over her head.
******
Lucy expected the power plant to look different. Dark, dead and completely abandoned. She imagined that it would be silent, and that you had to have a flashlight with you if you had any chance of navigating through the ever changing corridors filled with pipes and the distant sound of water turning into steam. Reality was nothing like it. The power plant was very lit up, the occasional person passed by when Santiago gave Lucy the tour and the power plant was far from dead. Which created somewhat of a problem for one could hardly resurrect anyone and escape attention when there were workers still present, but Lucy hoped for a miracle, even though she'd stopped believing in them. Now she only believed in one because she had to.
Lucy was very aware of the knife lying in her handbag. At every step she made, she could feel the knife move slightly, sometimes crashing against her lip-gloss or feel it through the fabric of her bag as it rested against her side and shoulder.
Her eyes went to Santiago's. Sometimes she was certain that he must've heard, but the gullible man always seemed to be completely at ease even though her bag sometimes made small suspicious metallic noises, so Lucy assumed he heard nothing.
The closer they got, the more Lucy's heart seemed to race. Her breathing quickened and the ring pounded against her finger, almost screaming at her to do something. Soon, so very soon. She could still hear her husband's voice in her head, whispering in her ear while putting lingering kisses all over her body:
"You find me a body, hmm, a good, strong body... Put the ring on its finger, press the ring and put it over something powerful... a high voltage fence or something. My clever little fox, remember, just in case. Just in case 'The Doctor'," his eyes darkened at this, "Finds someway to beat me. Not that he will though," he added when he noticed her troubled gaze, "We'll win, my dear Lucy... We'll have our own little empire."
Then, nothing was heard; not the engines, not the steps of anyone approaching. The only thing that was heard was the sound of Santiago's last breaths as Lucy pressed the cold metal through his back, aiming at his heart. Lucy's breath quickened slightly as she pressed it further in. It was surprisingly difficult; she had to use every bit of her strength to get it through long enough to kill him. There was a small slicing sound as the knife was pulled out again.
She avoided looking into Santiago's warm eyes as she pulled off the ring and gently placed it on his finger. The hand she placed against one of the generators before she pressed on the ring. The cold metal instantly heated up and there was a loud bang. Lucy backed away as she saw some sort of blue energy spread over her husband's arm and travel over his body until it covered him completely. There was an even larger bang and now Lucy looked around, distressed, because she could hear the sound of approaching steps. Her clear, blue eyes began to search for a way out, for the exit sign so they could disappear without being noticed, but to her horror, she found no such door.
Her eyes travelled back to her husband, who was now regaining his strong eyes, Lucy noted contently, and before her eyes the figure of Santiago morphed into her husband, Harold Saxon, the Master...
The moment the transformation was complete and Harry’s entire DNA-code had been pulled out of the ring and into the new body, there was another loud bang and the second later, all the energy at the power plant disappeared. Everything became pitch-black.
Then, like a guiding star on a starless sky, it seemed like the energy created some sort of light all over him, swirling and twirling in blue and white, all over the Master. Lucy's eyes widened and she was momentarily mesmerized by the lights. It was unlike everything she'd ever seen before. It was dangerous, she knew, but something within her wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. It was like fireworks, like stars and the universe all rolled into one.
The fear of being caught disappeared as she took in the sight of the lights healing her husband and a warm feeling of safety filled her.
It was going to be all right. They were going to make it out of there without being discovered. She just knew.
Then, suddenly, the light was snatched away, robbed from her as her hand had rested metres away from it. Lucy blinked, trying to see in the dark, but everything had gone black, only a small shadow of the lights remained inside her head but it soon disappeared as well.
Everything was ghostly silent. Too silent. She could hear the distant sound of angry voices and steps crashing against metal.
"Harry?"
Suddenly, she heard someone breathing.
"Harry?" She repeated, not bothering to hide the hope that had just been lit inside her, burning like a beacon.
There was a cold, hollow laugh and before Lucy could react, a pair of rough hands pulled her further into the darkness and soon she could feel a pair of familiar lips on her own. Rough, slightly dry but definitely familiar. She replied to the kiss eagerly, a smile playing on her face as she bit Harry's lower lip. Her fingers almost pressing holes into his skin, hoping that something would leave a mark.
Harry laughed again, warmer, as he took her hand, ripped her from his lips and gave Lucy a little twirl, as if they were in the middle of a dance. Lucy lost her breath and she could feel her heart warming up again after being cold for so long. If she reached out, she could feel Harry's warm body and if she took his hand, she could feel the ring on his finger.
He was there. Very much alive.
Fin.
Thoughts? Did I butcher the idea of the Master being resurrected? Was something off? Did you like? Did you hate? Feedback is good for the soul and it gives me things to consider next time, if I did a mistake or something you didn't like :)
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Date: 2007-08-20 01:33 pm (UTC)I thought you did a really nice job of making it legitimate sf instead of just blurring over all those bit, as a lot of us would do.
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Date: 2007-08-20 04:49 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. I had that idea about resurrecting a Time Lord with a pair of sci-fi large almost-like charge pads that they use in ambulances to get the heart going. I sort of applied the same theory on The Master's resurrection that the energy would some how reboot his regeneration while the ring transferred his genetic code (which also made him still Simm!Master because I can't see anyone else as the Master ♥)