Deranged Poet

"Missy? Missy! Missy come on out now!" The doctor shouts as he strolls into the console room, "It was a stupid spat, come on!" His loud message is met with nothing at all but only for a moment, then the scuffing of high-heeled shoes on the floor, lower down, and instantly the doctor is down the stairs and he is there. He always seems to find his way back to her in the end, doesn't he?

She's sitting silently, staring at nothing but a look of everything in her eyes, and among that everything, very prevalent, and pressing, was fear, or possibly pain. They often look similar, especially on the faces of people who don't tend to express them.

The doctor taps her shoulder, lightly, which earns him nothing but a flinch in acknowledgement from the dark haired woman.

"Missy" he tries again, slightly gentler than the outburst upstairs, "Come now, we've had worse" He reasons.

When this fails to draw a witty remark or any response from Missy, he sits across from her, joining her on the floor and crossing his legs. She acknowledges him silently now, flickering her gaze for only a moment towards her old friend.

"I know you know I'm here now, no point in hiding out" The Doctor tells her, "Up now, it's alright"

Missy shakes her head , pulling herself closer and bringing her knees up to her chest. The doctor almost instantly knows where he's misstepped, he always knows when it's her. Extending a hand carefully out to her and her hesitantly reaching hers back to touch the tips of his fingers with her own.

"I'll hold you." He assures her, hands pressed together and he reaches the other to her face, closing his eyes and letting her move closer if she desires. A moment later he feels the press of a forehead against his own and Missy's wispy dark hair tickling his face nearby as well. A sharp, scared exhale follows this sensation.

He soothes her that way, without another word spoken aloud he calms the storm that is ever present and bubbling and ancient within the other. And when it's all over, he swears tears stain his hand where it had cradled her face so gently, but even if they do, he says nothing. Because it's not something they ever do.

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