FIC: The Cosmetologist's Tale (Valiant Tales)

[lindenharp]

Title: The Cosmetologist's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales.  Read thm in order here.
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was.  100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.

 

President Winters said I got him elected.  “Looks matter, sugar, and you make me look damn good.”  I started my career at Daggett’s Funeral Home, prettying up death to give comfort to the living.  

Saxon keeps me around so I can fix Lucy’s black eyes for the camera.  It’s a useful talent here.  Once, Carmela got slapped by that bastard Jimmy Stone.  She was terrified her husband would notice, jump the SOB, and get shot. 

Just like the old days at Daggett’s, I hide ugly truth from folks who don’t need to know it.  The President was right: looks matter.

 

Comments

[garpu.livejournal.com]

You know, I really wish Jimmy would get his. Something tells me the guilt from collaboration with the Master isn't going to be enough. (And those types rarely care about the guilt...they're more into blaming everyone else for *making* them do the things they did.)

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

I really wish Jimmy would get his.

He will. I know you've read the oh-so-satisfying Comeuppance by golden_orange. (Those who haven't, find it here.)

[garpu.livejournal.com]

Yah, read it. :)