Word Count: 2744
Author's Summary: The Master's curious about his future wife.
Characters/Pairings: The Master (Delgado), Lucy Saxon
Warnings: references to self-harm and suicide ideation.
Recc'ed Because: This story is a paradox, but it works nevertheless. The Master invites Lucy Saxon into his TARDIS and she accepts. The Master is curious and a bit uncomfortable, unfailingly polite and perhaps he do things to Lucy’s mind she doesn’t remember after. He may do it to be kind. And Lucy is damaged, which anyone who has survived the Master probably has to be, but she is also not afraid anymore. The chemistry between them too are very interesting and it is a story which can be read several times. It also beautifully and poetically written.
Before she met Harry, she would have found the way this man looks at her frightening, but now she merely offers a polite smile and waits. “Mrs Saxon,” he says, and gives her a slight bow, his eyes never leaving her face. “A pleasure to meet you at last. I must confess, I’ve been most curious about you ever since I heard of your part in, ah, bringing about the temporary destruction of Earth.”
Lucy’s eyes widen. “You weren’t on the Valiant,” she says.
His smile grows. “Temporally, that’s correct.”
She steps towards him, studying his expression carefully. She raises a hand to his face, but doesn’t touch him. He makes no move, but seems amused by her. She shivers. “Do you recognise me now?” he asks.
She wonders what he’d like her to say, then decides she doesn’t care. “You’re not Harry,” she tells him, as though that’s the only thing that matters.
“Indeed not,” he says. “But I am the Master.”