A/N: Nope, I haven't died...y'see, I was travelling with the Doctor, and he said he would bring me back to May where I started, but he got it wrong and...here I am.

Yeah, no, not really. I just got sidetracked. Other fanfics, mostly Harry Potter have got in the way, also, I had exams, and now I'm at university, doing a Law degree, so I think I have a bit of an excuse there? No? Well, I'm sorry then, I have no excuse... please read and don't hate me too much!

Oh, and if you haven't already, read this story by MayFairy: Lucky Three Times Over (links on my profile page). It's a crossover of my story and hers, so if you want a bit more of Lucie, try it :) AND REVIEW.

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Lucie gasped and thrashed in the seat as the Master walked in once more. He hit a button and removed the pins from her head, and Lucie gave a muffled squeal with the pain. Her arms remained bound, and the cap still encased her head. Clearly the Master didn't want to take any chances.

"Well, now that was interesting, wasn't it, mia cara?" the Master said to Lucie, running a towel over her brow to wipe away the sheen of sweat. She tried not to recoil at his touch.

"What did you do?" she asked breathlessly. She could not quite understand exactly what had just occurred. All she knew was that it had been painful, and somehow she had relived the events running up to her meeting the Doctor and Rose.

"I did what I said, of course," the Master said, eyeing her innocently. "I had a little look inside your head." He frowned, and began to speak, but almost as if to himself. "Human...pure human...yet, trapped on board...interesting..."

Lucie's nausea was beginning to ease off, only to be replaced by something a little more dangerous; anger. How dare the Master intrude on her thoughts, her memories, her life?

The Master was still mumbling to himself. "So what hold do you have over the Doctor...? You're not exactly special..."

Fury raged inside of Lucie, beginning with a burning in her midsection, which swelled and bubbled inside her.

"How dare you?" she hissed. "Why does it even matter to you? Clearly the Doctor thinks there's something special, so you can piss off. Yeah, I'm human, so what? You think I'm not good enough for him, or something?"

The Master suddenly stopped his pacing and stood directly beside Lucie's head. He looked down at her intently. "Oh..." he said, quietly. "This is quite a twist, isn't it, mia cara?"

"Stop calling me that," Lucie growled. "I'm not your dear."

The Master ignored her, and tapped his lips with the tips of his fingers, so reminiscent of the Doctor, that Lucie felt a small squeeze in her intestines. She felt infuriated: this man had separated her from her friend, and her lover...and now he stood there, acting so superior, speaking like a patronising mad man...and now he said something as ambiguous as "oh," and expected her to just accept it.

He gave a slow smile. "You've fallen for him, haven't you, Miss Pagliari?" the Master said quietly. "Oh, I could have told you that was a bad idea. Because, my dear...he could never love you."

"You know nothing!" she spat at him, more frustrated than ever that she couldn't move to be in a more confrontational position. She hated lying down before him; it made her feel insignificant.

He laughed, and curiously it looked as though he was really tickled by her statement. "Ah, Lucie, Lucie, Lucie...alas, it's you who knows nothing...The Doctor can't fall in love with a silly little human like you, no matter what he says..."

Lucie clenched her fists, feeling her nails digging into her palms painfully. "I might be human, and I might be a rather small human," she began through gritted teeth, "but I am not - silly!"

Suddenly there was a high-pitched whirring sound and thin wisps of smoke began to emerge from the machinery. The Master stepped back, uncertain, and when the sparks began to eject from Lucie's headgear, he jumped back further, a deep frown on his face.

"What have you done?" he shouted at her. Honestly, Lucie had no idea what she had had done, but she knew she would take full advantage of the situation. Pulling on the fastening around her wrists, she found that they no longer bound her, so she reached up and ripped the helmet from her head and leapt out of the bed. After a few moments of dizziness, from spending so long lying down, she ran at the Master and pushed him out of the way as she made for the door. She turned and ran down the corridor as fast as her slightly shaky legs could carry her, trying to ignore the wailing of the alarm klaxon echoing down the tunnels.

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Rose was following the tiny man through a maze of tunnels, to the point where she had become completely disorientated, and had no idea how to get back to her comfortable room.

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously.

The little man didn't reply, only continued to walk rapidly down the corridors, turning left, then left again, then a right...Rose lost track once more.

"Oi!" she said, disgruntled. "Where are we going? And where's the Doctor? Are we gonna meet him?"

"This way, Miss Rose," was all the little man said. Rose sighed exasperatedly, then she stopped dead in the corridor.

"Answer my questions, then I might wanna follow you," she said firmly. "Where is the Doctor? And where are we going?"

The man turned to face her, and put his hands on his hips. Rose mirrored him defiantly. He looked about to open his mouth, no doubt to say something as vague as usual, but was cut off by the blaring of alarm sirens. Rose clapped her hands over her ears, while the little man looked around wildly, as if looking for the cause of the disruption.

Suddenly Lucie appeared in the corridor in front of Rose, running as quickly as possible towards her. "We have to find the Doctor!" She yelled as loud as she could, despite breathing heavily. She grabbed Rose's arm and pulled her along with her, and out of pure instinct more than anything else, Rose began running alongside her.

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The Doctor had just finished concocting yet another useless plan which involved using a piece of steel string as a form of saw to cut through his chains, when suddenly a klaxon began blaring just behind his head.

"Ouch..." he groaned as the alarm screamed through his head. He closed his eyes shut tightly, gripping his head, before he realised something.

He could touch his head.

He was free from his chains.

And the door to his cell was sliding open.

"Well, that's convenient," he muttered to himself as he stepped free of his bonds and away from the screaming alarm. "I was running out of escape plans."

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A/N: I know it's short, and I am SO SO SO sorry, but i never realised how hard it would be stepping back into a story after nearly 6 months. I will admit, this isn't my priority right now, in fact fanfiction is having to take a bit of a back seat in general but I will try to not leave it as long again. Sorry *throws cookies and begs for forgiveness and reviews*

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