She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
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A/N: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you all had some great holidays, whether or not you celebrate. Yule has passed, the days are getting longer again. So let*s celebrate with yet another silly trope! Yes, you heard me right. I like them... I know you like them too. ;P
I want to thank every single one of you, new and old readers, silent or not. You're all dear and special to me, simply because you are here and on this adventure with me. Knowing that there are people out there in the world, who enjoy my silly stuff makes me feel a lot less lonely and misserable. So... whoever you are, if you*re reading this, know that I love you. <3
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When I awoke it was as if I had slipped right back into my previous state, only deeper and lost in an impenetrable fog. This time the dreams had left me alone in my sleep, but I still felt as if I could need at least a day or two of it. However, even that thought slipped away from me as I quickly sunk back into the darkness.
Time seemed to simply jump from one moment to the next. If I hadn't set up a clock near my bed I wouldn't have noticed its passing at all. But even like this I couldn't do more than vaguely acknowledge the fact, unable to draw any conclusions from it.
The next time I woke up, my throat felt dry and the whole room was too hot to breathe. I wanted to get up and drink some water, maybe take a cold shower. Or change into some proper clothes, at least. I was still wearing the outfit from outside. Or wasn't I? No, right, that couldn't be.
Time skipped once more, although I was unable to tell how much of it. The numbers had changed, but made no sense otherwise. Now, however, I was freezing cold and unable to dispel the discomfort by my blanket alone. I wanted to scold the TARDIS for cooling down the room too much, but was unable to get out a single word. My throat was too dry and my head too heavy.
And then there was only darkness.
"Lucy? Are you alright? You've been in here for... ohhhh! Your head is burning! Not good. Not good at all. Wait here. I mean... you won't run away in that state. But wait. I'm back in a moment."
All I brought out was a raspy grunt, hoping the Doctor could even hear that.
Something was wrong with me? It made sense. Probably. Or maybe this was some incoherent dream without any logic. I didn't care much.
"Who's calling himself Doctor?" snarled a familiar voice. "How the heck am I supposed to know what's wrong?"
"Because you know what happened!"
"I told you what happened!."
"And you expect me to just believe-"
"-that she fell into icy water? Yes! Why the heck would I lie about that?"
There was silence for a while. At least no one was talking anymore. Instead there were different sounds I couldn't place. A cool hand on my burning forehead. A while later I was lifted up slightly, felt a glass on my lips and managed to swallow a bit of its content, which was bitter and sweet at the same time. After that I felt less thirsty, but my consciousness faded almost instantly.
