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Possible in Dreams	By : DJCo Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 6290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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13 Paternoster Row
London
In the time of Queen Victoria...
Jenny shivered, hugging herself in a futile bid to deny the cold. The gaslight flickered, but it would take a short while for the room to warm up. The sensation was all-too-familiar; long ago, in another life, she had spent many cold nights on the streets begging for scraps and trying to sell matches to disinterested passers-by, and she was now grateful for the turn her life had taken for the better since meeting Vastra.
The strange inhuman woman had rescued her from her distressing ordeal with the Tongs, had taken in that frightened fourteen-year-old girl and given her a purpose. Jenny smiled as she thought of her beloved, who just this very morning had awakened her with breakfast in bed and a declaration of love and devotion on this, the day of her birth.
The hour was five-and-twenty to eight in the evening, and they had just now returned from taking in a ballet at the former Covent Garden Theatre – now the Royal Opera House, as Jenny had to keep reminding herself.
The show had been a magnificent aural and visual feast, and Jenny had been particularly impressed with the athleticism involved in the movement of the dancers. She counted herself lucky that she now had the opportunity to sample such culture; this too she owed to Vastra. The Silurian, with her veiled visage, had attracted her share of attention – by now her wife and mistress had become accustomed to being regarded with suspicion and curiosity. While many had heard the fanciful tales of the mysterious and remarkable personage known as the 'Great Detective,' most didn't believe the stories of her being of some... 'otherworldly' extraction, attributing her reluctance to reveal her true countenance as simply the result of embarrassment due to a skin condition or physical deformity. To many, the Lizard Woman of Paternoster Row was nothing more than a fairytale.
Just as well, Jenny thought. The majority of people were simply not ready to discover the truth of what lay beyond – or beneath – their comforting little world.
She rubbed her hands together. The somewhat inclement weather outside was hardly unseasonal for the month of January, and was of the kind that usually managed to elicit a sense of despondency that she had to consciously fight not to let take hold. She had won that fight today.
Jenny was startled from her reverie by her lover's arms reaching around her waist. She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly. “Mmm...” she purred, running her hands over her lover's, feeling the abrasive constitution of her now gloveless scaled hands. “Strax...”
Vastra pulled away and regarded her beautiful wife curiously, blinking in confusion. “No, my love, it's me.”
Jenny chuckled, turning in her lover's arms to face her. “No, I mean he might come in at any moment. We should go upstairs.”
Vastra smiled and nodded in relieved understanding. “He isn't here. He has once again ventured to that awful place in Scotland, that he might 'engage in glorious combat with some feeble primitives!'.” Vastra took on Strax's manner and vocal inflections as she spoke, making Jenny giggle.
“'For the glory of the great Sontaran Empire!'” she finished, doing her own impersonation of their diminutive companion.
“Of course,” Vastra chortled.
Jenny's smile faded, and her shoulders slumped. “He knew it was my birthday.”
Vastra frowned, and tilted her head sympathetically. “I'm afraid, my love, that I was unsuccessful in communicating to Strax the importance that humans place on celebrating the day of their birth. He seemed to think it boundless folly to commemorate a day one cannot possibly remember.”
Jenny harrumphed. “I'll be having a word with Humpty Dumpty when he gets back.”
“I would not judge him too harshly, my love,” Vastra advised, “after all, he was kind enough to perform our wedding ceremony despite his similar feelings toward the concept of marriage.”
“How could I forget?” Jenny sneered. “Mr. Jago thought he'd found his new travelling freak show...”
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“Do you, boy, take this lizard to be your unlawfully wedded wife?” Strax spat vehemently.
Vastra and Jenny, whose eyes had hitherto been only for each other, turned slowly to regard their Sontaran 'friend'.
“Strax,” Vastra began, “Jenny is a girl, and I do not believe this is an entirely authentic approximation of a human matrimonial – ”
“Who cares,” Jenny said under her breath, “it's not like it's legal anyway.” She inclined her head toward their two witnesses and smiled wanly. Noted theatre impresario Henry Gordon Jago had once been Vastra's employer; she had been the star attraction in his stage show, the “Monstre Gathering”, in which she had been known as 'The Amazing Lizard Lady'. Now he and his good friend Professor George Litefoot – fellow associates of the Doctor's – sat in bewildered silence, looking distinctly pale.
“When you asked me to officiate,” Strax protested, “I took it upon myself to familiarise myself with all known human marriage customs. It was a most enlightening five minutes. I therefore feel I am entirely qualified to...”
“Strax,” Jenny interrupted, “just get on with it.”
“Silence... girl. You are to remain speechless until addressed directly.” He held up the book from which he was reading as if to reinforce his assertion.
Jenny's glare spoke of death and daggers, and without averting her gaze from the Sontaran, she addressed the room pointedly; “I'm hungry, does anyone fancy a baked potato?”
Strax harrumphed, and opened his mouth to speak, but Vastra cut him off.
“I do,” she stated.
Strax and Jenny looked at her curiously. Vastra's eyes darted between them.
“Not the potato...” she rolled her eyes and sighed. “I mean I do take this... wonderful woman to be my wife.”
Jenny grinned, her heart warmed by Vastra's heartfelt declaration. Before Strax could speak, she stated, “I do too. I mean....” she chuckled, “I take this beautiful woman to be my wife.”
Their eyes met, and they beamed at each other with unadulterated joy.
Strax looked from Vastra to Jenny in confusion, before resigning himself to the fact that they had circumvented his role in the proceedings, and that his work was almost done. “Humph,” he declared gruffly, and muttered a few unintelligible words under his breath before continuing. “Then, by the power vested in me by the Great Sontaran Empire, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the groom.”
As Vastra and Jenny shared their first kiss as a married couple, Litefoot shook his head grimly, not meeting his friend's gaze. “It's not right you know, Henry.”
Jago swallowed, his usually rosy-cheeked complexion decidedly pallid. “You can say that again,” he declared. “Marriage between two women; it's against all laws of nature.”
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Vastra continued;“If you were a member of a clone race that produces its young in a vat for the sole purpose of dying in glorious battle, you too would no doubt find the whole concept of celebrating one's life bewildering. Sontarans do not generally place the same value on life as we do.”
Jenny smiled at her. “We?” she parroted. “That's the first time I've heard you speak like one of us.”
Vastra expressed tenderness with a similar smile. “Perhaps I am becoming more... human,” she reflected. “An honorary one at least.”
“I suppose I just have that effect on you,” Jenny replied cheekily.
“Indeed you do, my love,” Vastra replied without irony or humour. Her demeanour then changed quickly, her expression becoming wistful.
Jenny had been about to kiss her beloved when she noticed the change in her aspect. “What's wrong?”
Vastra's eyes met hers once again. “I am not though, am I.”
“What?” Jenny asked.
“Human.”
Jenny cocked her head to one side and blinked in confusion.
“The more you make me feel so,” Vastra continued, “the more I realise that I am not like you.”
Jenny deflated. She couldn't bear to see her beloved so dejected. “It doesn't matter,” she assured her. “You are to me; in every way that matters.”
“But do you not yearn for more... shall we say, 'normal' companionship?”
Jenny had never heard such self-doubt from her before. “What's 'normal'?”
“You know what I mean,” Vastra said quickly. “Your preferences in companionship have always been toward human women. Are there not ways in which you would prefer to be satisfied by...”
“Stop right there,” Jenny protested firmly. “I'm happy with you, you know that.”
Vastra smiled sincerely. “Of that, I have no doubt. But I would be happy to... I mean,” she faltered.
Jenny stared at her quizzically. “What?”
“I know you have often longed to feel the warmth of a human woman, the touch of human skin. To be able to give pleasure to another.”
Jenny's mouth opened involuntarily. “I...” she stammered.
“It's all right,” Vastra began, soothingly. “I understand.” She hoped that Jenny would recognise the truth of her statement.
Jenny composed herself. “I'm happy with you, my love,” she stated, pointedly using Vastra's customary term of endearment.
“I know,” Vastra reiterated. “But in a physical sense...” she trailed off, rethinking her approach. “Perhaps...”
“What?” Jenny asked, frustrated with her lover's sudden inability to finish a sentence.
“The birthday girl deserves a party,” Vastra said suddenly, standing tall and filled with conviction, her voice suddenly strong again.
Jenny blinked in surprise. “That would be nice, assuming I had any friends.” The only friends Jenny Flint had ever had had chosen to ostracise her due to her 'preferences in companionship.'
“Oh, but you do,” Vastra asserted with a twinkle in her eye. “Jenny; we're going to need a conference call. Fetch the candles, I'll send out the invitations.”
Jenny shivered, and this time not because of the cold. She swallowed hard, wondering what her beloved was up to. She eyed her with suspicion for a brief moment before replying. “Yes, ma'am.”
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