Forget-Me-Not

Lucy-rella

The TARDIS had somehow made it safely to Fantazix, although barely. Lucy was still amazed and shell-shocked at the controls and speed of their ship; the Mistress laughing insanely the entire time they were flying the plane hadn't helped matters either. Lucy stopped sweeping for a second to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Who said you could take a break?!" the Mistress called out bitterly.

Lucy smiled and continued her work. The Mistress was still pouting over the fact that Lucy wouldn't wear that abomination of a dress, so the Mistress had to give her a servant's dress instead. Fantazix seemed to be a world of Earth's most beloved fairy tales. If Lucy had to guess which one they were in, it'd be Cinderella, which is how Lucy talked her way into the servant's role. A princess never won in that scenario, and they needed a way into the castle.

The plan was to let Lucy distract the prince, and maybe even the guards, while the Mistress found what they needed. At midnight the Mistress would steal the magical 'MacGuffin,' and they'd use the TARDIS' cloaking device to stay hidden. Then they'd be able to go to Spider-Planet and get the 'fiber'. Now the problem was that they didn't really have enough people to go the Cinderella route, but the Mistress was capricious enough that Lucy figured it'd work. Of course, Lucy hadn't said it that way to her Mistress. She'd said something about how the Mistress was brilliant enough to play multiple roles.

The Mistress looked irritated that Lucy hadn't rose to her challenge and stalked off. Lucy sighed in relief. With the Mistress it could go much worse than that. She took a look around the outside of the TARDIS, fascinated by how much it had changed. It looked like a beautiful cottage now with a thatched roof and dainty windows. The Mistress had truly outdone herself, although Lucy would likely never admit it.

It was almost time for some sort of ball, and Lucy wondered if the Mistress had done more planning than she'd led Lucy to believe. It wouldn't be the first time. She wandered back into the house to see the Mistress pulling out another dress. She stared at the Mistress with a deadpan expression; she'd thought they'd gotten rid of that plan.

"Oh, come on, Lucy! Lighten up! This one isn't as bad. The other one was mostly a joke anyway," the Mistress said airily.

It was true. The dress the Mistress was holding was a light blue, which was already a much better choice. It still was too large for Lucy's liking, but it would fit the image. Lucy nodded and went to put on the dress. After she'd gotten it on, the Mistress helped her make sure it was secure. The Mistress went first to the ball to try to see if she could just court the prince and save Lucy the trouble, but Lucy had a feeling she'd just get roped into it anyways.

Lucy watched her leave in an emerald carriage pulled by black horses. They'd found villagers willing to be their drivers, and Lucy was incredibly grateful. Walking in her dress would be a pain. She waited as her carriage pulled in to get her. A black carriage with brown horses was chosen for her, and to be honest she liked it better than the Mistress' decked-out abomination. Lucy stroked one of the horses before getting into the carriage, and they were off to the ball. She was really just content to watch the scenery as they drove up to the castle. Rich, lush fields across the landscape; it was beautiful. Secretly, Lucy wondered if dealing with the Spider People would be more or less frightening.

Soon they reached the castle, and Lucy looked for a way to sneak in without causing a ruckus. However, in her dress she'd be noticed immediately. She thanked her driver as she exited the carriage and walked to the entrance. There was a large entrance with a staircase, of course. No one acted strangely as she carefully descended the staircase; everyone continued, not even noticing her. Good, Lucy thought to herself. Hopefully the ball would be enough of a distraction, and Lucy wouldn't have to do anything but escape.

But as she reached the final steps, the crowd parted. Everyone was looking now, and Lucy felt dread as she looked to the crowd. A handsome man with chiseled good looks stepped out of the crowd and held out a hand to her.

"Could I trouble my lady for a dance?"

Crap, Lucy thought to herself but smiled and answered, "Of course... my lord."

Obviously not picking up her hesitation, he flashed her a gorgeous smile as he gently guided her to the floor. Lucy was suddenly very grateful for that ballroom dance she took in college. Luckily it seemed to be some variation of a waltz, so Lucy could at least follow along. She just hoped she could keep 'Prince Charming' at bay long enough for the Mistress to get their 'magical chemical'.