Everything Changes
Little Lucia had a small idea of what was really going on between her mummy and daddy but she was just happy they were together.
Chapter One: We Were Counting All the Exits
She, Lucia Rosalina Maria Saxon, couldn't take it anymore.
The sounds of slapping on the Italian terrace.
It was a real Italian terrace too… daddy had cut it out of a nice little village near the river Arno. Complete with the bodies. And the odd little cars that drove on the opposite side of the street. It had been very strange at first to see the people dangling from the bits of pipe and rock at the edges of the bit of street at the bottom of the traumatized microenvironment.
Mummy had asked to see the Louvre; Daddy had used some kind of device to beam the entire complex onto the Valiant. He'd even gift-wrapped it, placing it inside a Time-Space Distortion Compressor shaped like a pyramidal snow globe, so she could visit the great museum whenever she liked.
Mummy had asked for chocolates. Daddy had appropriated Enric Rovera's Chocolatierra from the Bank of Spain by a particularly inventive use of his immense fortune.
Mummy had asked if they could see Chornobyl. The Ukrainians called it Kyiv.
Daddy had called it funny when Lucia had asked if they'd need masks and big rubber suits and Geiger Counters.
He'd said, "Oh heavens no- only mummy. You and I are immune. But if you really want a show, you should go and see what the Doctor did to Gallifrey. Shall we have chips later, my little green borscht?"
He'd never asked for anything.
Everything had changed on the day mummy gave him Lucia.
And nothing had ever really changed at all.
Little Lucia had a small idea of what was really going on between her mummy and daddy but she was just happy they were together.
"Mommy, is everything ok?" little Lucia asked sweetly, looking up at her mother.
Lucy took a long time to respond, it was like she was drifting in-between twisted visions of her future. What could be what should be or what she has lost.
Lucia tugged at her mother's dress.
"Mommy, why won't you respond?"
It was then that she felt his presence and little Lucia turned once more to be embraced by the warm arms of her father.
"Hey there, sweetheart" he said to her.
"Hi daddy, mummy won't respond to me. Is everything okay?" Lucia smiled sweetly.
His cold blue eyes looked at his wife as he lifted their daughter up into his arms
"Lucy, what have I told you?" he hissed, kissing Lucia and she giggled, playfully hitting her father's chest.
Lucy still didn't respond and as he set Lucia down, running off to play in the gardens of Eden, she didn't hear the sound of a slap connecting with her mother's pale face.
Big thanks to a good friend Auglerie who is writing this fanfic with me