So hey!
This is a fic about what happens to Lucy after the Valiant, but also a little surprise that Lucy receives on her first day in jail.
Companion One-Shots WILL be updated soon, this time the continuation of chapter two. If you are reading this, go read it! Review that...and this please!
Springy J
BANG.
Lucy didn't expect it to be so loud. The gun knocked her hand upwards as the bullet shot out, and her wrist vibrated with the force. Everybody looked at her, and for a split second, there was silence. Cold, terrifying silence. And then there was a warm hand gently pulling the gun from her immobile fingers, and a brown-suited figure kneeling beside her husband. No, she corrected. Not her husband. A murderer. A ice-blooded killer.
The warm hand belonged to a strong arm that pulled her away, and, with the same gentleness, attached cuffs to her wrists like a criminal. She forced herself to look up, and saw it was that Captain. Jack, she thought. She couldn't be sure, as The Master had always referred to him as the 'punchbag'. Her blue eyes darted to the dying man crumpled on the floor. He was talking to the Doctor. The Doctor was crying. Tears. Sadness. The Master had buried her feelings so deep she had no longer felt anything but a blind obedience, to serve him and no-one but him.
His dark head lolled in the Doctor's lap, and she knew he was dead. Her heart began to crack. Slowly, it split apart and warmth ran down her cheeks. The teardrops went unbrushed, no hand came to wipe them away. Her back heaved with her sobs as the Doctor howled his lament. Martha and her family looked shaken, Captain Jack staring with empty eyes at Harold Saxon's closed ones. The mourning song of the Master's was of the weeping of his wife and the cries of his enemy.
"I hereby charge Lucy Anne Saxon of murdering Harold Saxon, former Prime Minister, and give her twenty years of jail time."
Those words struck her weak heart like a savage blow. Lucy stared up at the UNIT judge, her mourning clothes the only thing she now had left in the world. It was a small courtroom. Insignificant in a way. Lucy's trial was short and brief – the injustice of it all almost made her laugh. Who was it that suffered under the Master's hand for so long, enduring his abusive ways and sharp insults? Who was it, that, after only a few nights spent with her husband, was roughly pushed out of the way so she could watch from afar as he bedded girl after girl because of their 'pretty faces'? Her. And here she was, taking the punishment for something Francine Jones and her children had plotted to do for a whole year.
"This is not justice!" A voice screamed as she was dragged away. It took her a while to realise it was her own lips that issued those words.
Her pleas went ignored, her black dress torn from her body, and she was tugged into horrible, scratchy prison clothes. They consisted of a sleeveless grey top and long grey trousers that resembled tracksuit bottoms. She was shoved into a van, blindfolded, and driven to a secret location. When the blindfold was torn away from her eyes, she knew with a dark certainty that this was no ordinary prison. Something had gone terribly wrong. This was not UNIT's work.
She was in a wood-panelled hall, with doors lining the corridor and fires burning in brands hoisted on the wall. A blonde middle-aged woman flanked by security guards and an elderly female general stood smiling at the end. Her heels clicked on the floor as she neared. Lucy winced as the steely-grey eyes bore into hers. She had a plain, lined face and her clothes were a little too snug around her hefty paunch.
"Lucy Saxon." She stated, her red-fingernailed hand grasping Lucy's shoulder.
"We have a very special cell for you."
The woman looked up and nodded at the guard who stood behind Lucy. A hand was at the small of her back and she was pushed forward into the farthest room at the end. In the firelight she glimpsed a large, empty room with a bed in the corner and a few sparse furnishings, and then the room was plunged into a darkness and a blot slid on the outside.
Lucy pushed down the lump in her throat, and sat down on the bed. She fumbled in the dark for any windows, and was surprised to find one with bars across it and curtains above her drawers. She flicked them open, and moonlight shone into the room. She saw a chair and table with a sheet of paper and a tumbler of pens by the door. A rug had been stretched across the cold stone floor, and sink and mirror at the far corner. It was a clumsy attempt to make the cell seem homely.
She wondered briefly why they had gone to such trouble to make her feel at home, but she had never been the brightest of women, and soon her dull mind had already stopped thinking about it. There was nothing else to do except sleep, and Lucy was already succumbing to the blissful idea of escaping in her dreams.
Lying down on the bed, Lucy wriggled under the thin covers. The lumps in the mattress dug into her back, and she turned so she was on her side. She was just about to drift off when she noticed that her stomach was slightly heavier. The blonde couldn't recall the last time she had eaten profusely, and she was definitely not fat. The Master had made sure she had kept her body trim, because he wanted a prize at his side, not a 'bulging blimp'.
A thought crossed her mind that made her stiffen. She straightened, sitting up against the metal bed frame. She counted mentally in her head, her fingers keeping count of the weeks. 4 weeks, 5 weeks, 6...No. It couldn't be. She tried to dredge up the exact date of the last time the Master had loved her in his dark bedroom. About a month and a half ago. She gave a dry sob and pressed her hand against her belly. More than a month since her last period. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed, but then, when Hell is descending, who would've noticed?
Lucy Saxon, pregnant. Pregnant with The Master's baby. She didn't even know how it worked, seeing as she had flunked all her Biology classes. All she could remember is morning sickness, and pictures of a healthy bump pushing out of the mid-section of a woman's body. She glanced down at the almost microscopic curving her stomach. It was hard and taut where she touched it. Forcing herself to remember, another fact came up. Women don't show until they are in the region of 4-7 months. She was definitely not that far along.
Was Time Lord pregnancy different? Would her baby be born with two hearts? Seeing as the Time Lords had that regeneration thing, could her son/daughter live forever? The questions spilled out of her brain, and she massaged her temples beneath her flaxen hair. Another terrifying thought passed her by. Would these strange people, these definitely NOT UNIT people, take her baby away? A sudden vibration made her jump. And then she felt something touch her mind.
It was brief, fleeting, but carrying a note of worry. Like mother's fingers brushing against an unhappy child's cheek. Comforting in a way, and worried. She realised with a start that it was the baby. Her baby. She recalled how the Master could read people's minds by pressing his fingers on either side of their heads, sorting through the brainwaves, and figuring out their complicated language. She hadn't understood it herself, but she had a vague idea. And now, her unborn child was trying to comfort her. In the blood that ran through its veins, there was Time Lord essence. Time Lord power.
A fierce love wrapped around her heart, and she rubbed her belly soothingly, cooing softly.
"Don't you worry, Time baby. Mamma's got you."
She lay on her back, and let sleep enfold her. Her dreams were of a blonde baby in her arms, smiling up at her beneath the two suns of Gallifrey.
OMG Lucy's GOT A BABY! The Master has a little evil son/daughter. Awww.
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Springy J