Lingering (Drabble Project, Day 273)
Sep. 29th, 2012 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurDoctor Who, Lucy/Tish, not mine.
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It's Stockholm syndrome, Tish told herself, all those times when she still lay, curled up against Lucy, after the Master has gone off to torment someone else.
Even after the world had rewound itself, after the Master was dead and Lucy had been hauled away, Tish couldn't shake the feeling of the woman's skin against hers, the scent of her hair. It was just lingering trauma, she reminded herself, and wished for the thousandth time that there was a therapist somewhere that she could talk to.
Stockholm syndrome or not, when she heard about the destruction of Broadfell, she cried.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
It's Stockholm syndrome, Tish told herself, all those times when she still lay, curled up against Lucy, after the Master has gone off to torment someone else.
Even after the world had rewound itself, after the Master was dead and Lucy had been hauled away, Tish couldn't shake the feeling of the woman's skin against hers, the scent of her hair. It was just lingering trauma, she reminded herself, and wished for the thousandth time that there was a therapist somewhere that she could talk to.
Stockholm syndrome or not, when she heard about the destruction of Broadfell, she cried.
