mightbeconcussed | ★ 12 [Action || Accidental Video] Momma I'm coming home

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★ 12 [Action || Accidental Video] Momma I'm coming home

The wind is lashing at the windows, rain pelting down and Bryant is slinking around the apartment whining. The video shows Lucy is sitting with her cheek against her window. She can't sleep depsite the fact that it's a bit after midnight.

She should have gone to Harry's before the rain got bad. At least she'd have company. She's almost asleep sitting up, her face smushed against the window when she hears it.

Lucy in the sky of diamonds, Sugar where are you?

"Momma?"

The voice with it's sugar southern lilt makes her sit straight up, all fatigue and boredom gone.

Lucy Baby Girl, I do believe I've gotten myself lost. The manner of places you manage to find yourself. Be a dear and come get me?

"Momma..." It's pouring outside but she can't leave her mother there. Not out in the rain. Out where it can be dangerous at night. "Alright. Stay put, Momma. I'll be there soon."

Maybe it's a gift from the city; a visit from her mother on Mother's Day. They've just gotten the timing off, the rain a bit wrong. It'll be alright once they're safe inside. Warm and dry.

She grabs a pair of worn jeans and pulls them on with the baggy concert tee shirt she wears to bed. She shoves her feet into canvas sneakers and heads out the door. Her device gets shoved in a pocket and the video blacks out.

The cold takes her by surprise. It was warm before this rain started. "Mom!" She yells into the wind.

Over here, Lucy

And she heads into the storm. She can't leave her mother out here.

[ooc:Going to send Lucy down into the Underground looking for her mother. Feel free to come upon her and even hurt her. Just no killing! rageiscute = my aim if you want to discuss hurting her. She is just human]

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She's a little like a sleepy child right now, letting him put her down and pick her up without any protest to either. "Very hot shower," she says after a moment. "One of your shirts to wear?" The last is a question, almost a plea. She's safe now and for some reason that safety makes what had happened more real. She chokes back tears, her bottom lip trembling. Possible breakdown in 3, 2, 1...

"Don't scald yourself, and be careful around your wrist," warns the Master. "You can wear as many of my shirts as you like." And yes, he is going to carry her to the bathroom. And turn on the water for her. He sets her down by the counter to do that. It might be a little lower than the hot she wants because he's having a bit of difficulty judging temperatures at the moment.

"Will you be alright?" If he had the ability to do horrible things to Rido, he would. The Master might be just a bit overprotective. "Would you prefer I stay or should I go and make you some tea?"

She doesn't mind right now. It makes her feel safe and protected. She hesitates at his question, not entirely sure of the answer. She bites her bottom lip hard, attempting to keep her tears at bay and come up with an answer.

"Tea please with bourbon in it. Leave the door open though and come right back? Please?" It comes out a little high pitched and choked.

Drying off his hand on his trousers, he comes over to give Lucy a prolonged hug, stroking her hair. He doesn't particularly want to leave her alone either. But the bathroom has only the very smallest, high up window. It should be okay. "I'll do exactly that," he says, and kisses her on the forehead before leaving the bathroom to lock the door and then walk over to the kitchen and put on the kettle.

She melts into the hug, leaning on the counter when he steps away. Once he's gone she strips off her clothes and stuffs them in the trash. She holds it together stepping under the shower. She bows her head, letting the hot water run over her head and down her back. She's okay.

She reaches up for the shower gel and she's okay until she uncaps it and the smell hits her. It's the Master's soap and it smells like him. She remembers what the Master said to Rido about smelling like him and the tears seep from the corners of her eyes. Once those are free the rest of the breakdown follows. Within seconds she's leaning against the shower wall crying great, hiccuping sobs.

She's really not okay and she doesn't have the energy left to pretend.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the Master has taken out all of the tea things and the bourbon and now is a good time to return to the bathroom. Only he tells Masha to warn him when the kettle is boiling first. Then he takes off his suit jacket, slips off his shoes and returns to the bathroom just in time to catch the beginning of Lucy's breakdown.

"It's me, Harry," he says, before he steps into the shower, fully clothed, to hold Lucy again.

She tries to pull it together when he announces himself but when he steps into the shower with her that gets left behind. She curls up into him, pressing her cheek against his chest and sobs.

"I'm sorry," she says in between sobs. The number of people that have seen Lucy this was were exactly two until this moment. Breaking down and sobbing isn't something she makes a practice of. She's the 'fake it 'til you make it' girl but sometimes there's not enough left to fake.

"You shouldn't be sorry about anything," says the Master, patting her back. It is very hot in this bathroom.

Right now she'd apologize for the temperature in the bathroom as well if she knew he thought it was too warm. She's entered that take responsibility for everything ever phase. It takes her a few more minutes of crying before she pulls it together and swallows hard. She looks up at him, slowly putting some space between them.

"Now we're both all wet." She takes a deep breath. "Why don't you get dry clothes for both of us and I'll finish up here. Just--bathroom door open please?"

She may never want doors shut between them again. She feels more alone when there are doors shut. Like the time it would take to open a door would be the difference in being hurt and being safe.

"Bathroom door open," agrees the Master. He'd offer to bathe her if he could be certain it wouldn't set her off somehow. He hasn't much idea exactly what Rido did to her. He pats her shoulder gently and climbs out of the shower, his socks making wet splat noises on the floor. Taking a towel out of the linen cabinet to hang on the door for Lucy, he pulls off his socks, and then walks out of the bathroom. Masha is sitting on a kitchen stool, watching the stove. The kettle is near enough boiling that he uses it to warm the pot, waits a bit longer, and then prepares the tea.

Then he runs wetly up the stairs and changes into some dry, casual clothing before running back down with one of his shirts and sitting on the bathroom counter. "I haven't any knickers for you, you know," he says. "Is there anything besides the shirt you'd like?"

While he's gone she washes her hair, scrubs her skin until it's red and tries to collect herself a bit. She's tense while he's gone, waiting and glancing over her shoulder. Once he's returned she relaxes a bit, taking a deep breath and turns the shower off. Really Rido didn't do much beyond threaten her but it's the idea of what would have happened had Harry not shown up that has her in knots.

She wrings her hair out in the shower as best she can then steps out and grabs the towel, wrapping herself in it. "It's alright. I don't wear them half the time anyway." Her words are quiet, subdued and very un-Lucy like.

And she's not worried about only being half dressed in Harry's presence. He doesn't seem the rape type. Even when he's crazy!Master.

The un-Lucy-like-ness both worries and irritates the Master. If Rido has un-Lucy'd Lucy he is going to do something horrible to Rido and damn the consequences. He slips down off the counter to support Lucy again with an arm.

"I'd better take a look at your wrist," he says. "And you can drink your tea." He takes a few things out of the cabinet as he ushers Lucy to the living room couch and hands her his shirt.

She's tougher than that and she'll bounce back. Or at least she's more dedicated to her motto than that. He might see lingering effects like clingyness, the refusal to go anywhere by herself, nightmares and proceeding quiet un-Lucy-like moments. At least modesty is one of the things she didn't really gain from the experience. She leans against him, letting him support her all the way to the couch then she sits and takes the shirt from him. She slips it on but it takes her a little while to button it with fumbling fingers.

The mention of her wrist makes it ache and burn. She knows that's psychological but whatever it is, it works. She nods in response. "It's stopped bleeding," she tells him quietly then forces a smile that looks almost normal. "Maybe I'll have scars and I'll fit in with the goth kids. I can tell them I tried to commit suicide by hand rake...or something."

"I'm sure they'll all find you very dramatic," says the Master, smiling and setting down his medicine cabinet stuff carefully on the coffee table. He walks over to the kitchen to pour Lucy her tea and bourbon and himself a tea and brings them back over. Handing Lucy her tea, he sits down beside her, sets his tea on the table, and begins to carefully deal with Lucy's wrist. It might unsettle her slightly when he uses his laser screwdriver for some of the sanitising and an attempt at repair. No nanogenes, of course, but he does his best with what he has.

She lets her tea sit a moment and watches what he's doing with her head tilted. The whole laser screwdriver thing unsettles her tummy a little but for the most part she's just curious. After a moment she picks up her tea with her free hand and takes a sip. Her hand is a little shaky so she puts it right back on the table instead of holding it.

"Oooh it's like laser resurfacing without the dermatologists office. Mom would love you."

The Master grins. "Something like." He can't totally eliminate scarring but he can make it fairly minimal. Once he's done all he can, he bandages her wrist properly, places her hand down on her lap gently and picks up his own tea. "Better?"

"Oooh do I get a sticker and a lollipop?" She jokes then nods. "It feels a lot better. Thank you."

She picks up her tea and takes another sip. "What are the chances we can go to bed and sleep for a month? Not that you really sleep or for that long but if you have stuff you want to do down here I can just sleep on the couch. I could probably sleep standing up right now if I really tried."

The Master strokes at her hair idly with the hand not holding his cup. "You're welcome, of course."

"Very good," he says after a sip of tea. "I'm exhausted." Something that he'd rarely admit to anyone else. "We can go upstairs as soon as you want."

That makes her worry and Lucy reaches up to run her thumb over his temple then lay her hand against his cheek. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt." Her brow is furrowed with concern and even though most of the time she likes being fairly self absorbed, it's almost a relief to worry about him.

The Master has the same self-absorption issue, and while he still is worried about whether Lucy will be properly herself again, he's more than willing to answer her.

"I'm not hurt, no. I just have a much lower ambient body temperature naturally." With a certain amount of relief, he lets his body temperature sink back down to its regular level of 15 degrees. "Not to mention that I haven't slept for a while. It only means I could do with some proper sleep." Closing his eyes to concentrate and drinking a bit more tea for help from the energy transfer, he's able to bring his temperature up to just a human level this time without too much effort.

Her eyes widen a bit as she feels his skin get colder under her hand and then warm up again. She smiles at him, a real one this time, just tired. "Now if you sparkled I could be all 'Your skin is ice cold yay my boyfriend is related to rich, vegetarian vampires'."

She stands up and holds out her hand. "To bed possible distant Cullen cousin."

He puts his tea down on the table and stands up and takes her hand. "To bed, Much-More-Interesting-Than-Bella."

That makes Lucy giggle because of course the Master knows Twilight. She takes a big, unlady-like gulp of her tea and puts it down next to his. "Apparently I'm going to start copying her with the whole stupid decisions that lead to situations in which you have to save me and end up with me hurt. At least it's not her fashion sense?"

Because Hello! This is Lucy. She has priorities.

"Impossibly more interesting," says the Master, "and less whiny. Hopefully you won't copy her on a regular basis." He walks with her to the stairs, and starts to climb them. "Point in my favour: I'm not eternally seventeen."

"I'm not really cut out for this whole being rescued thing. Too mouthy," Lucy admits as she goes up the steps with him. "And yes lots of points in your favor. Seventeen year old boys are jerks. Plus, you don't have to go to high school forever."

★ 12 [Action || Accidental Video] Momma I'm coming home

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