This first song is Songbird by Bernard Fanning. It's a lovely song. Also if anyone thinks this fan fic should be rated M pm me and I'll change it. I wasn't sure what rating this should be.
Lucy tried not to look at the wizened man child in the cage, treated like a dog. A part of her always felt a bit sick as she walked past, as though maybe there was something wrong with that… only she knew things couldn't be wrong because Harry had made things this way, and Harry was always right.
He didn't walk past the thing in the cage, he danced past, and when he said 'Doctor,' his mouth would twist in delight, as thought he'd just eaten a delicious sweet. He never looked at her quite in that way; she wished he would. She wished she knew how to please him.
I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
Sad but true.
Sometimes, the doctor creature would glance at Lucy with huge, bulbous eyes, beseeching, begging for something she didn't know if she could give. Was it hope? Strength? Even sympathy that he wanted? She couldn't help him. She still remembered Harry's explicit instructions too well.
"You are not to talk to him. Not ever. Do you understand?" She'd stared at him, her mouth half parted delicately, and he'd gripped her wrist painfully and she'd nodded hurriedly in trepidation of what would come if she didn't agree. He'd suddenly looked contrite, clapping his hands together mockingly, "come to Daddy." There were white marks on her wrist where he had grabbed her and her eyes were smarting. She felt weak because she loved him. Her head came to his smooth chest, as his strong arms encompassed her body. His mouth was pressed against her forehead.
He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, but that didn't mean she understood him.
The doctor had tried without much success to get the attention of Lucy Saxon. He should have known she'd be cowed by her husband. The Master had never been an easy man to live with. As the months dragged on, Lucy seemed somehow smaller, as she shrank into herself more and more, in a pathetic attempt to avoid her husband's unpredictable wrath.
Martha Jones was getting to him. The Doctor grinned. She was a smart girl and she'd stop The Master if anyone could.
He instantly regretted the grin, watching Lucy again. He was getting rather good at observing. One eye was swollen, the flesh raised. When she walked closer, he could see blue and purple and liquid oozing. Worse than the physical pain, is the pain of knowing that no matter what she does, it will never be enough. Not for him.
So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain.
The Doctor felt nothing but pity for the child. He wondered what she told herself to survive. He wondered if she blamed herself.
She approached the bars of his cage cautiously, and he wondered what The Master had told her about him, what monster he had painted him for the girl's innocent benefit. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Please, you have to tell me where she is." But The Doctor said nothing, just stared sorrowfully and wondered.
Songbird you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?
There were nervous red dots on her cheeks, flushes of nerves and fright at her own daring. 'Please, you have to. You don't understand what he's like." Oh, but I know better than anyone, child. Lucy burst into tears. "He used to be so much kinder. He's obsessed. All he cares about it finding her. Tell him where she is and everything can go back to normal."
The Doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry child, your life with him can never be normal and I can't let him win."
"Please," she whispered.
He held her hand gently through the bars, shaking his head. "I'm sorry." Like a child, Lucy would do anything to please him, but she should have known by now that nothing would ever work. Not with him. She couldn't know that she couldn't make him better.
The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receiving praise
Relieving no-ones pain.
Lucy backed away, as the lift doors opened. The Master was visibly annoyed. "I've been looking everywhere for you, darling." Lucy eyes widened and she shrank further into herself, as his hand went around her waist and he led her away.
In their bedroom on the Valiant, he slapped her across the face and she could taste the salty blood in her mouth. "I told you not to go near him," he snarled. He rolled his eyes dramatically as Lucy fell back on the bed, her hand at her bleeding mouth. "Don't be such a baby, Lucy. I tell you things for your own safety. That man is dangerous. Keep away."
"Harry please…"
"I'm not Harry you idiot," The Master shouted.
Why didn't he understand? She was his, she always would be his and no Doctor would take her away from him. She knew she could make him happy, why wouldn't he let her?
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You'd have everything you'd need to break
Free from all your pain.
He was still looking at her angrily. 'I'm sorry, my Master," she trembled.
It was like sunshine had suddenly entered the room. He beamed at her lovingly. She wished she could understand his mood swings. She'd started wishing a lot.
Songbird you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?
His hands had already slid the red dress off her bare, white shoulders and his mouth was on hers as he fondled her breasts and she moaned softly. She was relieved. Sex didn't always work with him. Sometimes it was violence. She hated those days.
I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true.
Even when they were in bed, he was never quite happy. Something was always wrong, but he would never tell Lucy. Maybe one day he would. He needed her, he needed unrequited love. He could do so much if he would just… if he would let her in.
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
If you'd let somebody love you just enough.
