DramaDramaDuck (RL with the Doctor- Woman Wept- Rescue)

[sky_w_diamonds]

In a side room of an abandoned building on the edge of a city Lucy Saxon didn't know the name of, she hunched further into herself, shivering as she wrapped her ratty cloak tight around her body.  It was ragged and dirty, probably one of the nastiest things Lucy had ever worn in her life, but after a day or two on Woman Wept- if that was what this

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[timey_wimey]

As for the Doctor, he had set the co-ordinates for Women Wept as soon as he'd agreed to come and rescue Lucy, and now he was walking along the streets of the small town, hunched into his coat. It was cold even by his standards, but he resolutely made his way around the town, enquiring about a high-class looking woman wearing a scold's bridle.

After getting directions to an abandoned building, he headed that way, shoving the stiff door open when he got there and looking around.

"Lucy? Are you in here?"

[sky_w_diamonds]

Lucy froze when she heard the Doctor's voice, her head snapping up to look in the direction it had come from. Out in the hallway somewhere, and, from the sound of his scuffing footsteps, getting nearer. She swallowed, something unpleasantly between jubilation and fear and disbelief churning in her gut, all of it tempered by a faint, irrational irritation.

Am I supposed to answer? she thought waspishly, That'd be a touch difficult, with this thing shoved in my mouthBut she swallowed down her ire; why should she be angry? He was here to rescue her, after all. Some of it, she imagined, was shame. How she must look; dirty and unwashed, ragged, her feet wrapped in strips of cloth because anything had been better than the bare feet Harry had dumped her here in. She exhaled shakily. No, she wasn't fool enough to miss her chance at going home merely because she was ashamed of how she looked

[timey_wimey]

As he rounded the corner, he heard a shuffling noise and came face to face with Lucy. Immediately, he felt pity. He couldn't help it. He'd never seen her look so wretched, not even during the worst of the Year That Wasn't. He wouldn't wish a fate like that on his worst enemy. And Lucy came pretty low on his list of people he liked, anyway.

"Oh, Lucy, I'm so sorry," he said, almost without thinking. Then he shook himself mentally and walked towards her. "Come on then. Let's get back to the TARDIS and get this thing off you."

[sky_w_diamonds]

Lucy bristled at the pitying look on his face, the tone of his voice. That was precisely what she hadn't wanted; she needed the Doctor's help, not his pity. It was an insult to her pride that the Doctor, of all people, should feel pity for her.

... Not that she had much in the way of pride left, though. Not realistically.

Still though, she drew herself up as straight as she could, nodding silently, and followed the Doctor back to his ship. Her fingers wound themselves into her cloak as she walked; after so many weeks feeling utterly alone, her first basic, overpowering impulse was to touch, to make sure he was actually there and solid and real. But she couldn't allow herself that. If she reached out to touch him, she was half afraid she'd end up clinging and unable to let go. And that, she'd never be able to live down.