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Characters: Lucy Saxon
Rating: U
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: Castle: Interior. Upstairs Hallways
Relative Date: A few Hours after her discussion with Jack.
Status: Open
Lucy had been pacing the hallways of the castle for some time. She had initially thought it would ease her mind, but the more she walked, the more she thought, and the more she thought, the more she realised how hopeless she was becoming. Every once in a while, she would come across a painting, or a tapestry which would take her mind away for a while. She could look and admire the colours, the artistry.
But she was looking for Harry, and he was a tricky man to track down. He had a habit of coming to her when he needed something, but when she needed him, he was untraceable, like dust the wind, she could never catch him. Jack had made it abundantly clear that he would help in whatever way possible, but what Lucy really need was a time lord, Harry preferably, though in some ways she was terrified of him. The Doctor was as flighty as her husband and the chances of tracking him down were slim to none. Once again, he would find her.
She stopped, momentarily, to look at another painting. Lucy was getting closer to her end of the castle, and was ready to have a bath, or something, just to settle her nerves a little. She tugged at her severely pinned back hair, pulling it loose, a shower of blond raining down her back.
Rating: U
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: Castle: Interior. Upstairs Hallways
Relative Date: A few Hours after her discussion with Jack.
Status: Open
Lucy had been pacing the hallways of the castle for some time. She had initially thought it would ease her mind, but the more she walked, the more she thought, and the more she thought, the more she realised how hopeless she was becoming. Every once in a while, she would come across a painting, or a tapestry which would take her mind away for a while. She could look and admire the colours, the artistry.
But she was looking for Harry, and he was a tricky man to track down. He had a habit of coming to her when he needed something, but when she needed him, he was untraceable, like dust the wind, she could never catch him. Jack had made it abundantly clear that he would help in whatever way possible, but what Lucy really need was a time lord, Harry preferably, though in some ways she was terrified of him. The Doctor was as flighty as her husband and the chances of tracking him down were slim to none. Once again, he would find her.
She stopped, momentarily, to look at another painting. Lucy was getting closer to her end of the castle, and was ready to have a bath, or something, just to settle her nerves a little. She tugged at her severely pinned back hair, pulling it loose, a shower of blond raining down her back.