RL with the Master- Kid!plot tiem!

[sky_w_diamonds]

Lucy's mouth aches from holding back her smiles as she leans on the doorjamb to the sitting room, watching Harry fiddle with the back of the television set with something that certainly wouldn't be found in an ordinary toolkit.  He's so absorbed in what he's doing that he doesn't seem to notice her at all, and despite the news she has to impart,

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[yourlordand]

The Arch Angel network officially launched internationall two weeks ago. Every mobile and telecommunications company on Earth relies on the Arch Angel satilities to operate, which creates a nifty little income the feeds directly into the Master's pocket.

Brainwashing and money. Humans are such fun.

Of course, though, no reason for it to end there. It would be much more profitable if he could control the media as well as phones. How many hours did people waste each week sitting in front of their tellies? Quite literally, he could rule the world if he can figure out how to access that directly. Poising the screwdriver at the wires, he sauters two cables together. Their plasma will never quite work the same way again but they can always buy a new one if needed

[sky_w_diamonds]

Harry's tone is quite purposefully flippant, she can tell, and she arches an eyebrow at him; she can spare a moment to indulge his tendencies toward the sarcastic. Still, though, the knowledge of the news she has to impart- and it is very, very good indeed- hammers with her pulse, urgent and gleeful, and really, there's no point holding it back, is there?

'It worked.'

Her words come out in a rush, and she grins faintly, ducking her head so that her hair falls out from where she'd had it tucked behind her ears. She meets his eyes.

'Harry, I'm pregnant.'

[yourlordand]

It worked. He glances over his shoulder at that, the jolt of success solidifying his face to stone as he watches Lucy carefully. 'Did it,' he says softly, tracking her expressions.

She looks almost bashful, which is something he's not used to seeing from her but for this -- this is huge. This is his insane pet project he never thought would have wings and now, now it's flying.

He looks back at the mess of wires tangled in his lap, the screwdriver still aimed at the centre of the pile. 'How sure are you?'

[sky_w_diamonds]

A little bubble of nerves has swelled somewhere beneath her sternum, though she couldn't say the reason for it. It could very well have to do with the sudden, careful intensity of Harry's eyes trained on her. She lifts her chin, one hand stealing compulsively to her stomach, fingers resting on the still-flat surface of it.

'Not a doubt.'

Her lips press together in a tight smile. She rather feels as if she lets the smile go completely, she'll dissolve into ecstatic laughter. 'I didn't want to tell you until I was sure, but... I am.'

She swallows, but this time she can't keep back her little, hiccoughing laugh. 'We're having a baby.'

[yourlordand]

The pulse in the hollow of Lucy's throat flutters just slightly. If he concentrates carefully enough, he can almost feel it in his head, that concentrated budding excitement. He wards against his own, just in case, in case, in case she's wrong and lying, in case she doesn't really know.

He wants to know how and when, and how long she's been keeping this from him. There needs to be tests and doctors and -- Lucy's hand on her stomach, and suddenly he can't keep his thoughts in any logical order. There's life growing there, beneath the skin and muscle and blood. Brand new time lord life. Time lord-human, hyphened just like that, because there's no way the human side will have dominance

[sky_w_diamonds]

Harry's hand over hers is cool, as ever, but right now it feels burningly hot. She follows his gaze, looking down at their two hands joined on her stomach. He's a slight man, but her hands are so small and delicate that his look long-fingered and broad, lying there atop hers. Something flips within her. Harry's child. She's carrying Harry's child; a beautiful Time Lord child like no other woman on Earth could ever hope for. And she will be this child's mother.

Her own grin matches Harry's, and she suddenly flings her arms around him, laughing giddily into his neck. He's warm and solid in her arms, and the thought hits her again that this is her child's father. It's amazing.

'Oh, Harry,' she breathes, 'Harry, you're a genius; you're amazing. A baby!'

Little points of moisture prick at the corners of her eyes, and she draws a shuddering breath. She can't remember the last time she was this happy.

[yourlordand]

He stretches an arm protectively around her shoulders, holding Lucy to his chest in a loose embrace. 'Our baby,' he says into her hair. 'A very special child.'

And it is. There's none else like it in the world. The chance of this working -- binding DNA in a garden shed, seriously, and it worked; how awesome is that? -- was so slim, he almost gave up hope that it would take. How gloriously wrong he was.

'There now, darling,' he says when Lucy's chest shudders under his hold. 'All our dreams are coming true.' He smiles. 'Everything we ever wanted in the world.'

The only thing that could make this moment any better is if the Doctor was here to share in the happy news.

The Master lets Lucy cling to him for a second longer before he gently pries her back. 'You need to be tested regularly. If your body tries to reject the fetus, we must prevent that at all costs.'

[sky_w_diamonds]

'Of course.'

She gives Harry an understanding smile. It is true, of course; their child, after all, will be part Time Lord, and the human body, she imagines, is generally ill-equipped to giving birth to aliens.

Though it'll have to be Harry himself who does the tests, she presumes. There would be difficult questions to answer if some idiot doctor discovered that the child she carried wasn't precisely human.

Still though, she can't help but feel that her body won't reject the foetus, that the pregnancy will be smooth. Of course, the baby is nothing more than a cluster of cells inside her at the moment, but still, she feels good about it.

She tilts her chin up at him, smiling faintly. 'This merits a celebration, I think.'

[yourlordand]

There are so many things that need to be done. Tests are one thing. The equipment to analyse the tests are another. People need to be informed, but at the right moment. When it most profits him and in a way where they won't ask pesky questions. He needs to start planning and building and oh, children are so much work.

But celebrating is not out of the question. In fact, there's nothing that would suit his mood better right now.

Taking Lucy's hand, he places a kiss on the backs of her knuckles. 'But what to do? What would be fitting for such an occassion, such a happy moment?' He widens his eyes artfully and he pulls a face. 'I want a party.'

[sky_w_diamonds]

Lucy can't help but laugh at the face Harry pulls, and she lifts her hand from his to stroke down the side of his face fondly.

'Then a party you shall have, darling. Harold Saxon can get anything he likes, after all.'

And it's true. It delights her how true it is; how much the public thinks them the consummate people's couple. Young and beautiful and progressive, more popular than Chuck and Di ever were, with a wedding that put the Royals to shame. And now a baby on the way, too. A twisted little smile creeps over her face.

'Where shall we go; what shall we do? The world is our oyster, Harry. Whatever we want.'

[yourlordand]

He never understood that expression, why ruling a large oyster should be considered something valuable, but the intented meaning within it is vastly appreciated. The world will soon be his and there will not only be the Doctor to watch for reaction but a child -- a mind he can mould in his image.

The perfect pawn. And probably adorable to boot, given Lucy's bone structure.

He strokes a thumb along her cheekbone, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. 'I haven't achieved everything quite yet. These are only steps but soon.' He sweeps her into a spin around the lounge, disregarding the furniture because it's so small and insignificant when he's about to have everything he's wanted and worked for these past few months.

'A great ball,' he drawls, twirling Lucy out with an extended arm. 'With all those ridiculously pompous nitwits whose food you make me eat. And I want to start another autobiography. Maybe one of those self-help books.'

Ooh, yes, there's a thought. He would be a brilliant addition to the self-help genre. How To

[sky_w_diamonds]

Soon. Oh, so soon, and Lucy can't wait for that day. A victorious little laugh finds itself somewhere in her throat as Harry spins her out; she twirls on the tip of one high-heeled shoe, smiling brilliantly. So soon, and Harry will truly be the Master as far as the world is concerned, and they'll no longer have to put up the facade of the progressive, yes, but dreadfully boring political couple. Though they might still, anyway. It's certainly amusing enough.

As for the ball he wants, that can be arranged easily enough. Lucy might even let her mother do it; God knows she lived for those kind of unbearable social events. Yes, that's the way to go, she thinks. Let dear Mother do all the work, and leave the play to her and Harry.

She chuckles when Harry continues, and lets herself be twirled back into his arms. 'Another autobiography, darling, really? I always thought that was dreadfully tacky, that anyone should think their life so interesting that it merited two books.' Her hands come to rest on his hips, and she smirks