Author: soulstar (Fic archived at soulstarsinger and Diavolo Nero.)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters / Pairing: Lucy Saxon, Lucy/Master.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to Auntie Beeb and possibly some other people who aren't me.
Spoilers: Up to 3x13: The Last Of the Time Lords.
Word Count: 191
Summary: Lucy Saxon dresses appropriately for every occasion.
This is my response to lady1raven's prompt.
Lucy wears black to Harry's funeral, the perfect grieving widow dabbing her eyes with an elegant lace-edged handkerchief as the weighted but empty casket passes her by. So sad, everyone tells her, so tragic my poor dear, so awful for you. Poor Harry, poor Mr Saxon, so trusting and kind; deceived, betrayed and possessed by those evil aliens. And she musters up a brave, wan smile and tells them, he wouldn't want me to mourn him, he'd want me to remember and celebrate our love, but...
They nod, and press her hand, her arm. They think they know. But I miss him so... But nothing can be the same again... But I don't know how to go on without him.
But. Really there's no need. Under her high-necked silk blouse a heavy signet ring is suspended from a delicate gold chain. The Doctor tried to take Harry from her once - in a way he did, leaving her with only this mock ceremony. But their wedding anniversary is coming up, and she knows what to do. She won't be without Harry for long. And once again she will wear red.