This fan fic basically started because I thought that the master/lucy relationship was really interesting but under expanded so this is my take on what happened in the episode The Last of the Time Lord's as a character study.
PS: God I can't wait for the Christmas specials… MORE JOHN SIMM.
People often wondered in the newspaper editorials what an intelligent, charismatic man like Harold Saxon was doing with a blonde bimbo like Lucy Hardcastle. The Master often wondered that himself, but after all, he had needed a reputable wife to win the election.
Lucy was of good family; her father had been in serious debt, but some help from The Master had soon put his business name back on the map. He shook his head. The entire Hardcastle family was colossally stupid.
They'd despaired of Lucy ever marrying, despite her good looks. The people on Earth called her things like 'slow' or 'touched in the head.' Dumb she might be, but The Master saw something in her that he could sympathise with.
People had ignored her, her blank eyes, vacant expressions warning them off after the first five minutes of conversation. Why, when he'd first met her, her older banker brother had warned him about her strange fascination with death and pain. Little did the idiot know that this made Lucy exactly his kind of girl.
Since he had been a child, he'd danced the line between sane and insane, those infernal drums driving him on in a desperate search for silence and peace. Instead, he'd found The Doctor. The Master smiled as he contemplated the aged man in the wheelchair. At last he'd gotten back at him!
Lucy understood revenge, and she understood pain and she wanted to be loved. All it had taken had been smiles her way and she'd been all over him; marrying him in an instant. Sometimes, The Master wondered if he should have chosen a more intelligent companion, but he had been so lonely and Lucy had needed no mind manipulating to love him. She was loyal; she'd die for him, just like The Doctor's Rose.
The Master laughed. See, The Doctor wanted to think that they were different, but The Master knew that deep down they were the same. Only he was better at looking after his Companions; another reason to go for the submissive ones.
Lucy was sexy, she dressed well and she was good in bed. The Master smiled again. That was another thing he had up on The Doctor; he wasn't too moralistic and oblivious to miss out on getting some. He'd seen The Doctor's aching loneliness, it was in his eyes every time The Master walked past, he'd heard the begging need for companionship in his voice when he'd pleaded with The Master to stop firing up the TARDIS. Well, as he'd said to The Doctor, "tough." He was doing fine without another Time Lord to hinder his every movement.
Lucy was much better suited to him. Any girl that would willingly watch her husband destroy her home planet and do nothing, was worth keeping. When his plan went ahead, they'd travel together, just like The Doctor and his Companions, only he'd be Lord and Master of the universe with Lucy by his side…together forever.
Lucy's head lay across her husband's chest. It was night and for once Harry was asleep. It didn't happen often. From the first he'd been constantly full of a child's endless energy, and endless tricks. At times, like now when he was sleeping, she could fool herself into believing he was human. But when he was awake his perverse humour, his knowing patronising smile told her differently.
Her hand rested on where his human heart should have been. She listened to the beat of his two hearts, and felt only love, admiration, hero worship, for this humanoid alien who had become her protector. At least she knew he would never play his painful tricks on her. She would never be gassed, never be attacked by the Toclafane, never aged by his sonic screwdriver; his wicked humour never aimed at her.
Oh, sometimes she was afraid of him. Sometimes he was angry with her. She wasn't awake as often as he was, not as quick, not overtly insane enough. But his moods always passed and he would be kind again, and he was nicer so much faster if she was quiet, submissive, docile, and obedient.
She felt a tear drip onto his chest. Sometimes she thought she would have given anything, anything to make him human, really human. But then that would make him the same as the rest of the stinking human race. That crackling, electrical energy that seemed to course through him would be gone, the shock smile, the manic high minded schemes, the intelligence in his eyes; all gone. And then what would Lucy have left to love?
"Still awake Lucy?"
She started in shock. He was smiling at her sardonically, as he draped one arm over her shoulder, and then moved his hand up to tangle his fingers in her blonde hair.
"I couldn't sleep," she said quietly.
"It's the excitement, Lucy darling, the pleasure of knowing that this pitiful world is all ours."
"I…I suppose so, Harry."
His voice was gentle. "That's not my name, dear. There's no need for deception anymore. Call me by my name."
"But Harry…" she hated it when he got like this.
His hand tightened in her hair, baring her neck so she was facing up into his bright, brilliant eyes. "Call me by my name, Lucy."
She felt tears spill out of her eyes involuntarily.
"Master."
He smiled, happier, but no less intense. "Good girl Lucy." His arm moved down her back, and he kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her lips always hurt after such onslaught's, but she was used to it by now. Besides, there was no point in her pretending she didn't like it. His lust was infectious. He was so strong and fiery and passionate.
Lucy knew she was lucky to be The Master's wife.
man their relationship was screwed up... i lovett tee hee