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.