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[fromoutofthejar]

He wanted to see her, to talk to her. Just talk really, and dance: perhaps even get some dinner. He made his way quietly to her apartment, or at least the one she was currently staying at. His trainers crunched under a patch of snow. His jeans were slightly worn, but quite comfortable. He wore a long wool jacket, under it some randomly patterned

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[ms_saxon]

Lucy wasn't expecting visitors, she wasn't dressed for anyone to come and see her. She was tired, resting on the sofa in front of the television, a glass of red wine in her hand, the other hand rubbing her temple. She heard the buzzer and rolled her eyes, getting up from her comfortable pew and walking over to the screen on the wall.

It was him. John. The clone, or whatever he was. A hand? No, well, not anymore. She looked at him on the screen and smiled to herself softly, wondering why he'd come all of this way across London to see her in such terrible weather. It was at least -10 outside, she shivered at the thought.

She pressed the buzzer allowing the door to open for him, strolling over to her own flat door and unlocking it, leaving it slightly ajar, befor returning to the sofa and plonking herself down with some force.

[fromoutofthejar]

He made his way up and into her flat shutting the door behind him.

"Ello, Lucy." he smiled at her. "How are you?"

He dusted his jeans, and took off his scarf, hanging it on her coat rack, he felt the snow melting on his hair.

[ms_saxon]

"Well, I was warm until you came and I had to open the bloody door," she replied quickly with a smile on her face.

"Make sure you've shut it properly..." she tailed off, looking back at the television.

The worst weather in 30 years the news reporter was saying. Lucy took another sip of wine and looked over to him slowly.

She smiled again, pushing her hair of of her face, and wishing she was wearing something a little more fantastic than ugg boots, jogging pants and a vest top.

[fromoutofthejar]

"right, I am aware of how to shut a door" he teased her. It was her nature to be a bit smug and it almost made him chuckle. He took off his jacket and hung it up.

"May I help myself to a glass of wine? Since I'd rather not trouble you and ask you to get up." He grinned, she looked comfortable, it was a lovely change from her normal attire, which always bordered on formal.