Lost In Thought

At Death We Did Part

LizBeth

I felt bad for not telling my brother that I was still seeing Dr Bailey, given that he was the one who made me go to that first session in the first place, but I needed something in my life that didn't involve him. We lived together, we ate together, read together and basically spent most of the day and night together, especially if we were working to stop alien incursions. My weekly sessions with Laura were literally the only time we had apart by now.

We'd stopped meeting in her office, as I just felt uncomfortable in there, and had changed to open places, like parks and coffee shops, sometimes with her husband there for a moment, before going off with their son, Ronin. He was so cute, but I knew that meeting him would definitely breach the barrier between therapist-client and friends. She was basically the only person I trusted to talk about my issues by this point, so I needed to keep that distance.

This time, right after our fiasco at Dreamland with the Viperox, we'd decided to meet in the Tower of London gardens, not that she knew it was really the grounds of UNIT. "Hey, Professor."

"Hello, Doctor." I nodded, mass of curls up in a bun on my head, holding a coffee cup, full of a chai latte, with extra chai. Personally, I'd love to be able to have alcohol, but that wasn't the best when you already were able to hear everyone, and sometimes reacted to their emotions. Alcohol just added to that ability. "How's the Christmas shopping going?"

"Oh, you know. Ronin wants everything, we want to give him everything, but he's still somehow getting a giant treehouse built in the back garden." She smiled, sitting at the picnic bench I'd been reading at. "What book this time?"

I lifted the cover for her to see. "Death's Daughter, by Amber Benson. She played Tara in Buffy, and is a pretty awesome author as well." Then placed a bookmark into it, and placed it in my bag. The Doctor had gone off to do something else, so I had made sure that I had money and a change of clothes in case he forgot what day he dropped me off. I might need to stay with Mickey and Martha for the night, or maybe a hotel. "We can go inside if you want, I know that most people are freezing right now."

She shook her head, dressed in a giant coat, hat and scarf. "I'll be fine. But if I turn blue, maybe get me a coffee to thaw me out. So, did you do what we talked about last week, take all the things that your ex-husband gave you and either throw them away or burn them?"

"All but my rings." I agreed, knowing that they were still buried at the bottom of the lake. "But they're where I can't get to them, at least not easily. I have a lake near me, and I threw them in. But all the photos, our wedding certificate. The, the gun that I, um. That I."

"That you used to kill him, when he was trying to kill you, your brother and your friends. In a court of law, Elizabeth, that would be ruled as self defence. Trust me, my husbands a lawyer." We both knew that it should be ruled as that, but far too many women, and men when they were in the same circumstance, were just sentenced with 1st degree murder. Which to be fair, it was. He'd spent most of my life, and all of our marriage, pushing me to kill him. "What did you do with the gun? Please, tell me that you didn't just leave it in a bin somewhere, as that could end badly for another person."

Did I look like an idiot? I'd seen far too many deaths in America of kids getting hold of their parents guns and thinking they were toys, I didn't want the same happening in the UK. "No. No, of course not. I gave it to UNIT, so they could dispose of it properly. They already knew that I was the one who killed my husband, but they dealt with it within themselves, keeping it all out of the public eye."

"Well, that's good. At least there wasn't any media backlash on you." The media would have known me as Britain's First Lady at the time, when I was still Lucy. "Your brother, did he help you in getting rid of things?" I stayed quiet. "No, you still haven't told him."