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x-posted to dreams_in_red.

[Because the idea hit my head like the proverbial anvil during the paradisa kink meme and then the others wanted to see it written. *is shot* Guys, I hope you don't mind the liberties I took with your muses, especially Inara as I don't know her canon AT ALL, and Bria, I hope this brings you some cheer during your work hours from hell! makemethe_hero, spongetastic, and gracefulwoman used with permission.]


Adam is the first to get to Lucy after she comes back; he knows her room number, and he knows well the way there. When he enters, she's huddled up against the backboard of her bed, still in the underwear she died in, looking into a hand mirror and tracing a finger along the faint spidery scars on her face. Those strange, jagged symbols weren't there, the last time Adam saw her. She looks up at him, and he's crossed the room before he can even really think, and crushed her to his chest. Lucy doesn't seem to mind the roughness of it. He knows he ought to be gentle, but his relief and--dare he say it--joy at finally seeing her alive again is too strong. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head, over and over; when she shifts to look up at him and his mouth awkwardly catches the corner of hers by mistake, they both naturally slide together into a full-on kiss.

( And precisely because the moment is ripe for misinterpretation, that's when Peter arrives. )

1. Go here to generate 10 random numbers between 1 and 100.
2. I will answer the corresponding questions from here.

CROSS-POSTED LIEK WHOA.

Get your own valentinr

Lucy thinks if she keeps very quiet--which is not a problem, considering what the castle took from her--she can hear pieces of her mind splintering away. Little slivers of her sanity, cracking and flaking into nothingness. It's been this way for a while, creeping and growing steadily like her head's the inside of a pressure cooker. It's said that you can't actually be insane if you yourself think you're so, that the insane think they're perfectly sane. But Lucy knows. She knows what she's sliding into.

She doesn't sleep well any more. When she does, she always sees the vision of her future the Doctor showed her. That skinny idiot. She'd called him on his bluff and he'd actually had the goods to back up his claims. Harry had assured her it wasn't true. The Doctor was lying. She wasn't really going to become abused and neglected and then, completely ignored by everyone, pick up a gun and shoot him dead. And she had believed him. Harry's word meant more than the Doctor's, after all.

But that was before the little signs had begun to manifest themselves.

Harry was locked up in the skinny idiot's TARDIS for a bomb threat he'd made on the town. Lucy had been angry about that, but she hadn't thought it would last very long. Silly her. She'd gone to the trouble of ransoming his release, and he had gone straight back. He'd given her reasons. She still couldn't understand. It was like... he wanted to stay, cooped up in house arrest on the TARDIS.

Then the skinny idiot's predecessor began visiting Harry in the TARDIS, and they didn't always bother to either filter or shut their journals. Or, when they did, it was sometimes too late. Lucy could hear everything. Absolutely everything. And it was like her heart had been placed in a vise and the handle turned all the way in.

She told the Doctor to stay away from her husband. He said no. Then he went and had sex with Harry, and she'd found out, and then she had snapped. That was the moment she knew it was all going to come true. The skinny idiot, damn him, had been right all along. The things she'd seen in his memories of the future were beginning to mirror themselves in Paradisa.

Lucy had taken her gun--Jan Valentine's gift, her first Christmas at the castle--and shot the Doctor.

Harry, in turn, had told her he would always come back to her, and then snapped her neck.

Another hole in the wall, so to speak. Another crack in her crumbling sanity.

After she returned, she asked Harry--if they had been home on the Valiant, and she had killed the Doctor, what would he have done?

"Then I would kill you. I am ever the hand of justice, Lucy, and justice cannot be stayed."

Being home has the unfortunate side effect of not bringing her back in two weeks after a death.

Her life has become a waking nightmare. She can't bear to be apart from Harry, yet she can't bear to be with him. The loneliness she feels is nearly crushing. Even when Harry was free, Lucy very rarely saw any of her fellow residents; the loss of her voice always felt like an insurmountable roadblock to socialization. She'd been attempting to teach herself sign language, but there had been no one she'd wanted to see enough to brave using it until very recently. Her contact had been almost exclusively limited to those residents with telepathic ability. Namely--the resident Time Lords. And her one ally among them, her Doctor, has gone home. She's even more alone now than ever.

Sometimes she thinks she might see a way out, a way to save herself before she collapses into madness, but even then she doesn't want to take it. Harry is her everything. Even in infidelity and murder, he is still her everything.

What would she be, Lucy wonders, without him? Without those memories and visions haunting every moment of every day?

Her pen hovers over her journal for a long time before she finally marks an entry for Adam Monroe. They're like souls, and he knows of people with certain... talents.

Her heart and her mind are ripping themselves in two, but she can't continue on this way.

"Might I ask you a few questions about an ability you mentioned the other day..."


[Based on RP in paradisa; kudos to iheardrums, not_from_mars, charmandsmiles, and makemethe_hero. Also the dearly departed eatinurdudez.]

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