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Who the Saxons
What When Harry Meets Lucy. (again)
Where Room 213
Rating PG-13

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[dreams_in_red]

Lucy flinched when the knock came, even though she'd been expecting it, then closed her eyes when her husband's favorite term of endearment for her came floating through the door. She'd deliberately never called the Doctor that. Whatever she felt for him now, or would feel for him in the future (but what future was there for them now?), "darling" was Harry's pet name and his alone.

She'd thought she would never hear him call her that again.

After a moment, she drew in a deep breath in a futile attempt to collect herself, and went to answer the door.

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"There's my girl!" he said, smiling. He holds out his arms for her. He feels a lot better seeing her here. A friendly face was always welcomed in strange places.

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She couldn't help it--she flinched again, just slightly, at the sight of him standing there with that smile she'd loved so and his arms out for her. All the moisture in her mouth turned to chalk and ash. She wanted to throw herself into his arms--she wanted to turn tail and run--she wanted to fold into herself and disappear. He couldn't be her Harry, here, now.

Irrationally, she was almost a little angry at him for coming and disrupting the life she'd been building for herself in his absence.

Lucy tried to smile back at him, but it manifested as a trembly quirk of her lips as she stood back and motioned him inside.

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There's a tiny flash of anger in his eyes when she doesn't give him a hug. But it's brief, hardly noticeable. He dropped his arms, and placed his hands behind his back as he walked into the room.

He takes in everything quickly, trying to see how it could be taken to his advantage and he waits for her to speak.