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I've been AWOL for a while, mainly because of work and my health being not so great again. Damn my Liver! Anyway I'm trying to get myself cought up with everyone, so consider Lucy open for business. Any ideas for RP? Drop them my way,  crowdedhour verse or not!

Also, this is my new promt for everything ever:


Patience provoked turns to fury. -Proverb

Lucy never intended to shoot him. She supposes it was just one of those thing as she looks at his body laying on the deck. He looks shocked, an expression she didn't ever think she'd see cross his face. Not honestly at least. The Doctor rushes to his side. Conventinally, she thinks that should be her. She should be kneeling, crying, but she can't move. She's glued to the spot, still holding the smoking weapon in her hand.

She wishes he was her father, or that her father was here to see this. Either way, she wishes.

Perhaps he'll finally see what she is. Not a doll, or a toy, or an accessory. She's a killer now.

The Captain takes the gun from her hand, dragging her back by a wrist as Harry dies. He dies, and the Doctor weeps. And she remains silent, emotionless. She can feel the eyes of the Jones family burning into her. St Martha stands open mouthed, pretty Tish who she hated looks as gormless as ever. The parents, well. Lucy's eyes trail over them.

They hate her, and she doesn't entirely blame them

Then the Doctor. The tragedy marked on his tired face. Lucy's mouth flickers. She smiles, just a little. She's hurt him more than Harry ever could. He would be jealous.

But she was so good, so patient. She waited and waited. She waited too long. Perhaps she should have done this weeks ago, months ago. But now, at this moment, it was sort of poetic. Proper. This was how it was meant to happen. This was how she would end. She would be remembered at least.

"You're coming with me."

The Doctor's voice rang in her ears, though she didn't really pay much attention. Lucy didn't even look up as he pushed her squarely in the back towards the doors, the Jones' and Captain Harkness following behind. She didn't know where they were taking her, and she didn't care.

For once, she really didn't care.

for rude_not_ginger : Secret Smile

For the Drabble Meme

~So save me I'm waiting
I'm needing, hear me pleading
And soothe me, improve me
I'm grieving, I'm barely believing now, now.~

It's 12.39.



Lucy often sat and watched the clock ticking by. Moments she once never really cared about had suddenly become a great deal more important to her, since she had been imprisoned at least. The sound of the ticking haunted her every moment, every day when she wrote in her diary she would hear it, every night when she dreamt she was back on the Valiant, it would invade her dreams. An endless ticking sound. How ironic now, that she was the one being driven mad by a sound that only she could apparently hear.

She thought Harry's death would bring her freedom, but instead it had left her empty and used. A scapegoat. But she had loved him, loved him so deeply and honestly, and that alone had been her down fall. She was guilty of loving and understanding a man who could not be understood or reasoned with, and he in turn; A love which she knew existed, a love she saw every day when he had them both together in the same room. A deeper love than she could ever know, and it pained her, it hurt so much inside that she couldn't be entirely what he wanted.

All she had ever wanted was to see what was out there, to be an adventurer. Harry had promised, the Master had just taken away. Lucy had died a little inside every day, she'd told the Doctor as much when he'd delivered her to UNIT. All she'd wanted was a chance, and he'd looked at her with those sad eyes, and she had instantly realised why Harry had loved him so much.

Yet, she had thought the Doctor would have helped. Above all people. She....Lucy didn't like to think about the Doctor. He stirred up feelings within her which she hated. She lay her head against the wall of her cell, the endless ticking...the ticking.

It had stopped. The clock on the wall was silent. The hands no long moved, Lucy sat forward.

“Wha...I..” Lucy's dry lips parted.  As she looked around her room, her ears pounded with a static noise, a banging, a movement. Lucy covered her ears with her hands, closing her eyes.

The walls felt like they were moving and twisting, the structure of the room changing around her. Lucy screamed a silent scream, her mouth open but no sound escaping. A hand clasped hers and she reared back from the bed hitting her head on the wall, her eyes flickered for a moment, a familiar face danced in front of her, a dream, it must be a dream – or -

“I've come to get you, Lucy.” said the Doctor.

“You're gone...” she replied quietly, squinting at him.

Logic dictated that this was a dream, but his hands grasping her shoulders and pulling her forward said other wise.

An adventurer. That's what she wanted to be, and he had listened after all.
He grinned. Lucy laughed.


“How long has she been out?” asked the young doctor, fiddling with his clip board.

“About 3 months, I don't think she's waking up any time soon, but there's no family to consult, she could be here stuck forever..” replied the nurse, looking down on the blonde woman in the bed.

“They found her at the site of the explosion, the prison, y'know the one...”

The young Doctor nodded, fiddling with his pen again.

“Your ward clock has stopped by the way,” he added, absent mindedly.

The nurse groaned, looking back at him disparagingly, before walking off to find more batteries.

He glanced at the woman lying in the bed, his first coma patient.

“Saxon, Lucy.” he mused, looking over her notes.

“You don't really seem like you need a doctor, love.”

For fromoutofthejar : In Demand

For the Drabble Meme.

~I never think you saw the best of me
there's a side you'll never know
'Cos Love and loving are two different things
Set your sights far too low

In this world, she was different.

Very different, too different almost. John Smith was disconcerted when he saw Lucy Saxon working behind a check out, her blonde hair tied back in a high pony tail, and her face dusted with light make up. But he had forgotten, here she wasn't Lucy Saxon, her name was Cole. A few other things were different here too, he'd checked.

Her Dad had died, he'd drunk himself to death whilst she was still young. She'd been taken in by her Aunt, who'd not really had her best interests in mind. She was pushed from pillar to post, attending a normal comprehensive, having normal friends. Growing up with a big heart and not much money, Lucy Cole had retained her sensibilities. Now, she lived alone, she had a flat about twenty minutes away from her work place. She liked to write and draw, he'd seen her in the stationary shop too, buying ream upon ream of paper.

John watched her. She sat at the till, looking blankly into the distance. It looked like she was paying great attention to a sign for some buy one get one free frozen fish. He picked up a chocolate bar and a drink and walked over slowly. He'd imagined this moment hundreds of times, how he would approach her, how he would say hello and ask her what time she finished and if she fancied a drink after work. He was having difficulty forming the right words now though, as he stood in front of her, holding out the Mars Bar politely, a quizzical look on his face.

“Hiya, y'alright,” she drawled, reaching out and grasping for the sweet without even looking up to see him.

He smiled softly. Her voice was so different. She sounded a little like...well. He didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to look at her, and take all of her in.

“Lucy Cole, right?” he replied, slowly, letting her name form on his lips with a satisfaction all his own.

She looked up, her bright blue eyes looking over his face. John smiled wider.

“Do I know you?” She gawped a little.

“Not yet...” he replied, placing a fifty pence piece on the desk and taking the chocolate back from her.

“But you will...Oh, and you can keep the change.”

ooc: drabble meme

1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25  10 (I doubt I could handle 25 RN tbh!) songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.

Preferred pairing or other characters to include?:
Would you like me to include your muse?:

1. End Credits - Chase and Status Ft: Plan B

2. In Demand - Texas   Handy (fromoutofthejar )
3. I'm not your toy - La Roux
4. Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap
5. Secret Smile - Semisonic The Doctor (10), Lucy, The Master (Simm) (rude_not_ginger )
6. Mountains - Biffy Clyro
7. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John
8. Cells - The Servant
9. Hungry - Kosheen
10. Heartbeat - Nneka

Meme time.

I need something to help get my mojo back so, with thanks to ambitious_woman :

[Comment here with one of your character's names for a big block of text about how mine feels about yours. Return the favor.]

for rude_not_ginger

"It was on it's way to meet you,
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never look like yourself from the side,
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne."

Looking in the mirror was never easy for Lucy. She had always been so judgemental of herself, her body and her looks, not that she'd care to let anyone else know how she thought. She turned slowly looking herself over and narrowing her eyes. Jeans never suited her, she looked un natural in them, too casual. She didn't like it.  She patted her backside wearily sighing. This better be worth it, she thought to herself, pulling at the pink jacket she wore.

This make up too. Urgh god it was awful and heavy. She looked somewhat like a panda.

Lucy looked at the clock, with a slight hesitation in her gaze. Maybe she could call this off, maybe it would be that easy. She didn't know how much he had prepaired. Maybe he wouldn't even come. It had be a lark, a giggle somewhat. Maybe he hadn't taken it as seriously as she had. Just a bit of fun after all.

The clock in the living area chimed merrily. Lucy grimaced.

OOC: Returning.

Hey all! Just a quick note to say I'm making an effort to come back into RP land after the strangest month ever. For those who don't know, I've basically uprooted myself back to my home, got a new job, and I've also been in Hospital thanks to a bout of Jaundice. Thankfully I seem to be on the mend now! Understandably, I feel a little out of the loop, so I would appreciate a little time toget back up to speed with everything. I missed this terribly though, for what it's worth, and hope to be back in the thick of it soon :)

OOC: I'm still around...kinda.

Sorry for my lack of activity of late. Work is running me ragged, and I'm spending all of my down time looking for a new home and trying to realx with my fiance. I am still about sporadically, and if you want me, please poke me here. I'm open to new RP idea's and routes to explore Lucy as a character so suggestions are welsome if you have any.

Hopefully everything will calm down for me in a couple of weeks and then I  can catch up with myself :) Until then, feel free to contact me either here or via my aim (reddressblonde)

Writer's Block: Take the pain away

If you could say anything you want to the person who has hurt you most in life, what would it be? Did you ever confront them? Why or why not?

I would say I Love you.

And no. I didn't. Well. I tried. Once.

Because I couldn't, and I don't think I'll ever be able too. He stole a piece of me, and I've never been able to get it back.