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?"

[timey_wimey]

Awkward question successfully avoided, he took another sip of tea, cupping his mug in both hands. Seeing her compulsive self-hugging, he frowned again, this time out of worry.

"Are you still cold?"

[sky_w_diamonds]

'Mmm?'

Lucy hadn't even really realised what she'd been doing, and she somewhat awkwardly loosened her hold on herself, bringing her hand to link with the other one on the table. She shook her head, her mouth twisting into something between a rueful smile and a tight frown.

'No, I'm fine, It's just-'

She shrugged, breaking off. Truth be told, she didn't actually know what it was.

[timey_wimey]

"I see."

And he did see. Well, sort of, anyway. After an ordeal like that, it was no wonder she was having to check that she was still very much here and real. He wasn't about to pry into what the Master had done to her, but he knew him well enough to know that it could very well have been anything. The scold's bridle itself was proof of that. So he just left it at that, drinking his tea and staring at some point on the ceiling somewhere.

[sky_w_diamonds]

The silence that passed then was several different kinds of awkward, and Lucy paid it as little heed as she could, concentrating instead on tea and warmth.

It was as she finished her cup that she realised quite how disgusting she felt. She hadn't bathed in three weeks, after all, and she felt practically covered in blood and dirt and filth. In reality, she didn't look all that terribly dirty- since most of Woman Wept was snow and ice, there wasn't that much opportunity for it- but it was the principle of the thing.

'Do you have a shower?' She asked suddenly, looking up at the Doctor. 'It's- I feel... filthy. If you wouldn't mind.'

Of course, she could simply wait until she got home, but somehow she felt that she didn't want to return quite yet. And anyway, she thought, on a somewhat lighter note, there was no way she was getting any of this dirt in her flat.

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor had long since finished his own cup of tea and had started to drum his fingers on the sides of the cup absently. Because of this, he almost missed Lucy's question, and it took him a moment to answer.

"Hmm? Oh, a shower!" He raised his eyebrows. "Of course I have a shower, what do you take me for! I might be a traveling alien, but I still wash. Besides, if I didn't have one, I think Donna might just kill me."

[sky_w_diamonds]

Donna. She must have been the Doctor's newest in the way of faithful companions; apparently Miss Jones didn't outlast the year that Harry and the Doctor had inflicted on her. Lucy had never talked to this new woman, Donna, on the community, but there was a vague impression of a shouty ginger woman that came to mind with the name. She nodded absently, her lips crooking in a little smile.

'I assumed you had a shower,' she said, with gentle sarcasm. 'The question was intended to mean, can I use it?'

[timey_wimey]

"Be my guest," he said, his smile staying in place. "I'll show you the way, shall I?" he added, jumping out of his seat and extending a hand to help Lucy out of hers. "You'll probably want some clothes to go with that shower, though, so a trip to the wardrobe is probably in order as well."

[sky_w_diamonds]

She took his hand and allowed him to help her out of her chair before she could think any better of it. But really, no harm. After all, he was feeding her, clothing her, washing her, why should he not play the gentleman whilst he was about it?

'I probably will, yes,' she agreed wryly, plucking distastefully at her ruined garments. 'These, I'm burning as soon as I get out of them.'

[timey_wimey]

"Quite right, too," he said. "Right then. To the wardrobe!"

With that, he led the way out of the room and through several corridors before finally reaching the wardrobe room, stopping and gesturing to the racks of clothes.

"You know better than me what you'd like. There should be something in there for you."

[sky_w_diamonds]

The wardrobe room was immense, great overarching coral struts hung with racks upon racks of clothes, all bisected by a helical staircase that connected the several floors that comprised the room. Had Lucy been in a different sort of mood, she might almost have laughed. One could get lost in this room.

'This is your wardrobe, and yet all you ever wear is that suit?' She gave him a wry little look, before turning to peruse the racks of clothes.

Usually, Lucy was one for style at all times, but at the moment, warmth and comfort rather took precedence. It didn't take her long to find a pair of corduroy trousers and a warm-looking, cream coloured jumper. She almost felt warmer already just holding them, in comparison to the thin silk blouse and torn skirt she was wearing at the moment.

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor, who had moved to lean against one of the coral struts while he waited for Lucy to pick something out, grinned. "It's functional! Besides, can you imagine how much time I'd waste in here if I spent all my time picking out a new outfit every day?"

He pushed himself off the strut and nodded at the jumper. "Nice jumper, that. I was wondering where that had got to."

[sky_w_diamonds]

'It looked warm,' she replied with a shrug, picking her way back over to the Doctor. She tipped her chin up at him, giving him an expectant look. 'But I'm not dirtying it with me as I am at the moment. Shower?'

[timey_wimey]

He paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side in mock concentration. "Out of here, past the bins, first turn on your left, down to the end of the corridor, up the stairs, and it's the first door on your right. The towels are in the airing cupboard just as you go in."

[sky_w_diamonds]

'Thank you,' she said mildly as she brushed past the Doctor

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor, meanwhile, had settled himself on the floor of the wardrobe room tinkering with some bits of old junk from one of the TARDIS's myriad rooms. He was trying to cobble together some form of scanner - why he would need a scanner in the forseeable future he had no idea, but the chances were that he would need one at some point in time. Which was why he was currently sitting on the floor with part of a second-generation iPod and bits of a Judoon-issue scanner.

He looked up from his work when he heard footsteps and stuck his head out of the door of the room. "Are you done then?"