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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

Wait, live here? Cam narrowed his eyes a little, looked at her for a moment. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, why she was offering him this. On the other hand.. this was a bit interesting, and definitely better than being a revolving door patient for the rest of his life. And, hey, she had called him pretty.

She didn’t waste her time answering to his question, she already knew how it would end. The young man would get upset, his ego hurt as she’d explain that he was, indeed, an animal.

And not even the most evolved one.

Howewer, alike people could be fond of dogs, the Time Lady may have been amused by humans intelligence, sometimes. Only ever in a condescending way.

“Coffee, sugar, ice cream.” She repeated, monotonous. “I will make a stock of it in the reserve. Anything else?”

It didn’t hit her as odd. After all, humans needed to maintain careful sugar levels in their blood, and coffee had several effects on their behavior.

Then, it was vital for some of them. It wasn’t much of stretch in her mind.

She left her armchair and walked to the wall, opening a panel and linking her Vortex Manipulator to a wire. She wasn’t going to move the TARDIS only for a quick trip on Earth. “Give me the address. I suppose ‘your place’ isn’t the shady hospital I found you in.”

Once the device had enough energy and even spare, she closed the panel and wrapped it around her wrist again.

His place turned out to be a little flat. The furniture had clearly already been there when Campbell had moved in. The mess, though, was his. “Won’t be a minute!” he promised, then darted off to the bedroom to get a suitcase and pack some essentials. He couldn’t take everything, sadly, and had to pick between a few favourite sweaters. Cam picked the ones that made him happiest, which were probably the ones Missy would find the most tasteless. Toiletries, medication, an extra pair of shoes-

From what Missy could see, obviously. Because most of it was covered in, well, mess. Was it a toothbrush?

The Time Lady was carefully stepping around, waiting for the young man to be done gathering his belongings. "Plants? Why would you need plants?" She scoffed, folding her arms in front of her chest. "If you're interested in gardening, you may collect some along the way, but I doubt they'd survive the trip back with the Vortex Manipulator, anyway."

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When the Doctor heard there may have been a Time Lord on the planet Milten Seven, of course he went to investigate right away.  He landed the TARDIS and walked right out of it and had only been exploring a little bit when he ran into a strange woman who immediately pointed a weapon of some sort at him.  He didn’t recognize what the weapon was, but could tell it was a weapon none the less, so he raised his hands in surrender.

It will be a relaxing holiday, they said.

And that’s how Missy found herself unable to leave the planet, after her TARDIS was reduced to ashes during the civil war she landed in the middle of.

Her hair was a mess of tangled curls and her purple dress was shredded. Apparently, vaporising an entire population away was more difficult than it seemed - impossible, actually - but if she hoped to ever leave that damned and endless beach of black sand, she had to figure a way to steal their technology.

So when in a dark alley, someone who was clearly not a local, almost bumped into her, Missy had every reason to threaten him with her device:

“Yes, there is. How did you come here? Bring me to your ship. Right now.”

“I couldn’t fix my ship, you will obviously be unable to. Not that there’s enough of it left to be fixed.”

The Time Lady pushed a curl back behind her ear before saying: “I’m Missy. Welcome to Hell.”

The confession stayed as an echo in her mind, bouncing on the walls of her skull. She quickly recovered his cold, emotionless expression but a smirk had stretched her lips.

“My ship has been destroyed. Reduced to melted wires. There’s a war here, if you haven’t noticed.”

What was the probability she would encounter the Doctor on this planet? It was close to none.

"Exactly, you can build a ship from parts, but so can I. I wouldn't have needed you if it had been my plan."

Howewer, there was no way he could build a time ship out of nothing. After having smoothed a fold of her dress, she grinned.

"Let's sneak in their fortress instead. They probably have advanced technology, or advanced enough to improve my future crafted ship."

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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

Wait, live here? Cam narrowed his eyes a little, looked at her for a moment. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, why she was offering him this. On the other hand.. this was a bit interesting, and definitely better than being a revolving door patient for the rest of his life. And, hey, she had called him pretty.

She didn’t waste her time answering to his question, she already knew how it would end. The young man would get upset, his ego hurt as she’d explain that he was, indeed, an animal.

And not even the most evolved one.

Howewer, alike people could be fond of dogs, the Time Lady may have been amused by humans intelligence, sometimes. Only ever in a condescending way.

“Coffee, sugar, ice cream.” She repeated, monotonous. “I will make a stock of it in the reserve. Anything else?”

It didn’t hit her as odd. After all, humans needed to maintain careful sugar levels in their blood, and coffee had several effects on their behavior.

Then, it was vital for some of them. It wasn’t much of stretch in her mind.

She left her armchair and walked to the wall, opening a panel and linking her Vortex Manipulator to a wire. She wasn't going to move the TARDIS only for a quick trip on Earth. "Give me the address. I suppose 'your place' isn't the shady hospital I found you in."

Once the device had enough energy and even spare, she closed the panel and wrapped it around her wrist again.

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It had been a few weeks since Phileas had been traveling with Missy, and he had seen so much that would of taken up his entire life. He got to see the future of Earth. Not only that, he had seen also the past of Earth. And traveled past the stars into different worlds that can be imagined by man in stories. He could of written everything that he saw into a book. 

Throughout that time, he had gotten to know Missy more. She was certainly not like other women that she met. Not even like Abigail or Estella. More like she had a mad side to her. With how she dealt with things. How she approached people with her attitude In the meantime, he knew he couldn’t change who she was. So he just accepted it. Even thought it wasn’t the sort of behavior he was used to. Though he didn’t truly know her. All he knew that this woman was not from Earth, and one day he decided to travel off with her. Maybe he should of put more thought into his decision instead of just running off. 

“Missy, I…” He tried to get the word out to her, seeing the anger. Though, it scared him by how calm she was. He didn’t know which was the worse to deal with. To gather his courage, he took a deep breath before speaking up.

“Missy, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I apologize for my behavior just now.” He began to say to her. “I was put into shock and took it out on you. And…” He suddenly paused by the last comments she said. The colors drained from his face.

Which meant his body was currently triggering a 'fight or flight' answer, driving blood where it mattered the most for the survival of the human, the vital organs and the muscles.

...Which meant she was seen in his ape brain as a threat. It wasn't exactly wrong, but it was disappointing, considering she wasn't currently threatening him.

"It depends on the meaning of 'home' you are thinking about. Was I born on Gallifrey, raised and educated there, among my kind? Yes. Was it a warm home? No."

Her arm lowered, the Time Lady stepped back, her blue eyes still focused on the man.

"And yes, I destroyed it. The entire planet, erased from the Universe. I watched it burn with glee. Now that I think about it..." She pondered. "It has ever only been peaceful while burning."

((OOC: Starter for @make-it-missy))

When the Doctor heard there may have been a Time Lord on the planet Milten Seven, of course he went to investigate right away.  He landed the TARDIS and walked right out of it and had only been exploring a little bit when he ran into a strange woman who immediately pointed a weapon of some sort at him.  He didn’t recognize what the weapon was, but could tell it was a weapon none the less, so he raised his hands in surrender.

It will be a relaxing holiday, they said.

And that’s how Missy found herself unable to leave the planet, after her TARDIS was reduced to ashes during the civil war she landed in the middle of.

Her hair was a mess of tangled curls and her purple dress was shredded. Apparently, vaporising an entire population away was more difficult than it seemed - impossible, actually - but if she hoped to ever leave that damned and endless beach of black sand, she had to figure a way to steal their technology.

So when in a dark alley, someone who was clearly not a local, almost bumped into her, Missy had every reason to threaten him with her device:

“Yes, there is. How did you come here? Bring me to your ship. Right now.”

“I couldn’t fix my ship, you will obviously be unable to. Not that there’s enough of it left to be fixed.”

The Time Lady pushed a curl back behind her ear before saying: “I’m Missy. Welcome to Hell.”

The confession stayed as an echo in her mind, bouncing on the walls of her skull. She quickly recovered his cold, emotionless expression but a smirk had stretched her lips.

"My ship has been destroyed. Reduced to melted wires. There's a war here, if you haven't noticed."

What was the probability she would encounter the Doctor on this planet? It was close to none.

((OOC: Starter for @make-it-missy))

When the Doctor heard there may have been a Time Lord on the planet Milten Seven, of course he went to investigate right away.  He landed the TARDIS and walked right out of it and had only been exploring a little bit when he ran into a strange woman who immediately pointed a weapon of some sort at him.  He didn’t recognize what the weapon was, but could tell it was a weapon none the less, so he raised his hands in surrender.

It will be a relaxing holiday, they said.

And that’s how Missy found herself unable to leave the planet, after her TARDIS was reduced to ashes during the civil war she landed in the middle of.

Her hair was a mess of tangled curls and her purple dress was shredded. Apparently, vaporising an entire population away was more difficult than it seemed - impossible, actually - but if she hoped to ever leave that damned and endless beach of black sand, she had to figure a way to steal their technology.

So when in a dark alley, someone who was clearly not a local, almost bumped into her, Missy had every reason to threaten him with her device:

“Yes, there is. How did you come here? Bring me to your ship. Right now.”

"I couldn't fix my ship, you will obviously be unable to. Not that there's enough of it left to be fixed."

The Time Lady pushed a curl back behind her ear before saying: "I'm Missy. Welcome to Hell."

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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

Wait, live here? Cam narrowed his eyes a little, looked at her for a moment. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, why she was offering him this. On the other hand.. this was a bit interesting, and definitely better than being a revolving door patient for the rest of his life. And, hey, she had called him pretty.

She didn't waste her time answering to his question, she already knew how it would end. The young man would get upset, his ego hurt as she'd explain that he was, indeed, an animal.

And not even the most evolved one.

Howewer, alike people could be fond of dogs, the Time Lady may have been amused by humans intelligence, sometimes. Only ever in a condescending way.

"Coffee, sugar, ice cream." She repeated, monotonous. "I will make a stock of it in the reserve. Anything else?"

It didn't hit her as odd. After all, humans needed to maintain careful sugar levels in their blood, and coffee had several effects on their behavior.

Then, it was vital for some of them. It wasn't much of stretch in her mind.

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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

That was why he rolled his eyes when she started talking about acids. “Dun be daft, I mean fer yer carpet. My nan used et when th'cat puked on hers: put et on, leave et a night, then vaccuum et up.” He supposed he could technically use another acid too, if she had it, but she probably wouldn’t appreciate hole in her carpet.

Missy didn't reply to Bain - not that she was listening his speech about cats. Her attention was focused on the device she was holding. It was only when the repetitive noises of the carpet being cleansed stopped, that she lifted her head and offered a glance to the boy.

"Of humans, and of you specifically. If you have any conditions requiering special care, I advice you to tell me. Now. I'll find out regardless." She stared, watching his body up and down as if she was just remembering an upsetting, annoying detail. "Are you sexually mature? I'd rather not have to deal with your heats, or eggs laying, or anything alike. It's plainly gross."

After a pause, and a disdain showing on her face, she added: "If I let you live here, I should know how to maintain you alive."

The Time Lady leaned back in her armchair, and slowly aimed the human with her device. "Or you choose to leave, and that wonderful technology will teleport you back to your nest." She lied with a grin. If she pressed the button, the young man would be vaporised. "Your pick, pretty."

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When the Doctor heard there may have been a Time Lord on the planet Milten Seven, of course he went to investigate right away.  He landed the TARDIS and walked right out of it and had only been exploring a little bit when he ran into a strange woman who immediately pointed a weapon of some sort at him.  He didn’t recognize what the weapon was, but could tell it was a weapon none the less, so he raised his hands in surrender.

It will be a relaxing holiday, they said.

And that's how Missy found herself unable to leave the planet, after her TARDIS was reduced to ashes during the civil war she landed in the middle of.

Her hair was a mess of tangled curls and her purple dress was shredded. Apparently, vaporising an entire population away was more difficult than it seemed - impossible, actually - but if she hoped to ever leave that damned and endless beach of black sand, she had to figure a way to steal their technology.

So when in a dark alley, someone who was clearly not a local, almost bumped into her, Missy had every reason to threaten him with her device:

"Yes, there is. How did you come here? Bring me to your ship. Right now."

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It had been a few weeks since Phileas had been traveling with Missy, and he had seen so much that would of taken up his entire life. He got to see the future of Earth. Not only that, he had seen also the past of Earth. And traveled past the stars into different worlds that can be imagined by man in stories. He could of written everything that he saw into a book. 

Throughout that time, he had gotten to know Missy more. She was certainly not like other women that she met. Not even like Abigail or Estella. More like she had a mad side to her. With how she dealt with things. How she approached people with her attitude In the meantime, he knew he couldn’t change who she was. So he just accepted it. Even thought it wasn’t the sort of behavior he was used to. Though he didn’t truly know her. All he knew that this woman was not from Earth, and one day he decided to travel off with her. Maybe he should of put more thought into his decision instead of just running off. 

“You’re telling me that you helplessly dragged that being into this ship. And for what? To use to control this ship!” He started to scream out without realizing it. “I’m not worry for me! I’m worried for that creature! How could you use it? Trapped and making it harvest the power?! That’s sick! No! It’s torture!” 

Instead, he was furious.

Of course, the Time Lady closed, hid her sentiments under a thick layer of strenght and arrogance, and turned on the defensive.

"My deepest apologies, I hadn't realized you held such high morals." She replied, without raising her voice but with a cold, sharp tone. "You say I shouldn't use the energy of that creature to travel, right? I shall hope you never sat in a carriage. After all, they are pulled by horses. Wheels and leather harvesting their energy."

Missy walked to the end of the corridor, to close the door leading to the control room.

"I shall also hope you never used oil or gasoline, or coal. If you worry so much about morals, you should consider those sorts of fuel, costed countless lives. The ones of the humans collecting it, and the ones of the beings poisoned by the pollution the so-called fuels caused."

The Time Lady looked to Phileas coldly, as if the fragile bond they had shared until now had collapsed. "You are right, though. How could I?" She mimicked Phileas mockingly. After a silence, she offered her hand for him to take, as well as a serious expression.

"I didn't even flinch, Mr. Fogg. I destroyed my homeworld, wiped out what was left of my kind - A shrieking motor won't make me feel queasy."

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It had been a few weeks since Phileas had been traveling with Missy, and he had seen so much that would of taken up his entire life. He got to see the future of Earth. Not only that, he had seen also the past of Earth. And traveled past the stars into different worlds that can be imagined by man in stories. He could of written everything that he saw into a book. 

Throughout that time, he had gotten to know Missy more. She was certainly not like other women that she met. Not even like Abigail or Estella. More like she had a mad side to her. With how she dealt with things. How she approached people with her attitude In the meantime, he knew he couldn’t change who she was. So he just accepted it. Even thought it wasn’t the sort of behavior he was used to. Though he didn’t truly know her. All he knew that this woman was not from Earth, and one day he decided to travel off with her. Maybe he should of put more thought into his decision instead of just running off. 

Today, though, the human’s wish wasn’t to rest after a long adventure, nor to shower after having been spat on by giant frogs. And so, the TARDIS leaded him deeper inside. It dutifully brought him, through many doors, to the place he was unconsciously hoping to reach.

The corridors were getting darker, as they were luring Phileas deeper inside, to the motor of the TARDIS.

It was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Figuring out how such a machine could exist, what wonderful energy it was using to travel in Time and Space!

The motor was inside a wide room, with a high ceiling. It was kept inside a thick glass tube, linked to countless wires and pipes, seemingly littering the floor and carrying the energy to the rest of the ship, harvesting it relentlessly.

And the motor was alive.

It vaguely looked humanoid, but it was constantly changing, shifting forms. It was old and it was young, it was a skeleton and it was flesh, it had four and it had twenty limbs, but regardless, it was kicking out. It was trying to escape. It was in pain. Its body kept phasing in and out of existence, solid an instant, smoke the next, cloud of particles swirling in the containment field. It twisted and it struggled, it swirled and it screamed.

It shrieked with perpetual agony.

So, this was the motor that was controlling the ship. Phileas crept closer to get a better look. But he soon regret it.

This was no ordinary motor. It was…alive? It looked almost human like, but it kept changing forms. Not only that, it seemed to be in pain. Like it was being tortured to work. Suddenly Phileas could feel his stomach drop, inching away from the trapped creature. It made him sick to think of this poor being being used like this. Did Missy knew about this? She must of! This was her ship, after all. He wobbled as he ran out of room.

Missy had taken off her purple jacket, to be more comfortable as she worked on the panels controls in the corridors of the TARDIS. It wasn’t thrilling, but it was necessary. She checked everything worked as it was supposed to - or at least, functional.

To say she was surprised to hear Phileas behind her, panting and talking to himself, would be an understatement. She hadn’t seen him entering this corridor, but again, the TARDIS being functional was a success in itself. She wouldn’t go as far as to expect for her ship to keep the rooms in their rightful places.

“You got lost, didn’t you? It happens, sometimes. You will grow used to it. Remember: Panicking won’t help finding your way back and I can’t hear your screams.” The Time Lady said absently, slamming the metal panel shut with a hit of her wrench. “The TARDIS is soundproof.”

Upon her words, he was surprised. She thought he was lost, which was true. He had gotten himself lost. But there was more to it than just that. He took another moment to try to come up with something else to say. He didn’t realize till now that he was still shaking from the experience.

“I-I try to remember that, but..” He was stuttering upon his words, picking up a handkerchief from his front jacket pocket to wipe away the sweat that formed on his forehead.

"You saw something while wandering in a Time Travel ship? Congratulations." She replied sarcastically. There was many... Elements in the TARDIS, that could cause fear and confusion to the man, and his stuttering didn't help reducing the possibilities.

She looked in the direction of the door he had left slighty open. The blurry light coming from it was familiar.

Oh.

"You came upon the motor." Missy stated casually, as she tied her wrench to her tool belt. "Not only I am aware of its existence, but I'm the one who dragged it here. It's brillant, isn't it?" After a pause, she realized what had shaken Phileas up, and reassured him: "Worry not for your safety, it can not hurt you. It's kept in a stasis field. It will never escape... Not that it will ever stop to try. I count on it."

The woman's icy blue eyes started to shine with pride, as she explained this wonderful, permanent, free TARDIS fuel, to an another being who was passionate about beautiful machineries.

"It has been genetically engineered - not by me, dear - to have biologically time-and-space-travel abilities. Clever, isn't it? It's a perpetual source of power for the TARDIS to harvest."

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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

Cam steadied himself on the nearest piece of furniture, looked at Missy, who didn’t seem unaffected either. “Uhm.. y'arright?” He had the oddest feeling like they’d bumped into each other or something, couldn’t quite place it.

“I read your mind to learn what I needed.” She explained, walking past the young man to fuss over the dresses she had left on the armchair. “You aren’t a liar.” She said casually, as an apologie she stubbornly refused to give.

“Now, I’ll bring you back.”

The Time Lady would as well sent him to the slaughterhouse, if she did. The human was being mistreated, abused by his peers.

She wasn’t going to bother with a feeble, useless pet always getting in the way. She wasn’t good.

Then why wasn’t she vaporising him on the spot?

But there was also something else, some emotion that kept echoing inside his chest, like a pingpong ball that wouldn’t stop hitting all the wrong places. “Sorry,” he murmured again, sniffed, then cleared his throat. “Ef I hurt ye, I’m sorry.”

He swallowed hard, chest feeling even tighter at the thought of having to go back. Campbell had resigned to his stay when he was there, as there was no way to leave, but now he was out - and going back was terrifying.

“Hurt me?” Missy let out a dry laugh. “How arrogant you are to think you can hurt me with your memories. I just found them pathetic.”

The Time Lady didn’t look to Bain while talking. She was tapping on the screen of her Vortex Manipulator, checking there was enough power left for a second travel. “I will steal the stem cells technology they are developping. I’ll figure an use out of it. To rule the world, most probably.”

Missy could have lied, but it wasn’t as if any humans would believe him, even if he revealed her secrets. And it had been a while since she last talked to someone. Her gaze ran in the room, and found the drying spot on her carpet.

“Wall on your right. First door. Cleaning supplies. Get rid of it.” She ordered sternly.

Maybe she’d have an use for him, finally. A reason to keep a willing ear around - and for once, an ear attached to a body.

"What a girl wouldn't do to be noticed by her boyfriend?"

It was so far from the reality of her relationship with the Doctor, which was infinitively more complex. But, again, humans couldn't grasp it even if she described it in details - not that she ever would. No, it was too private to be talked about. It was only shared between her and him.

"I have different sorts of acids, if you'd like." The Time Lady stated idly. "Your skin would melt off with most of them."

She sat down in a velvet, purple armchair and lifted her feet on the pedestal table, while the young man was scrubbing her carpet. "Remind me what you need to survive." She asked after a while, grabbing an another device - which almost looked like a flip phone. "Oxygen, I know. Water - funny that your planet is mostly made of water you can not drink - food, any kind of it, sleep. Anything else?"

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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

Cam steadied himself on the nearest piece of furniture, looked at Missy, who didn’t seem unaffected either. “Uhm.. y'arright?” He had the oddest feeling like they’d bumped into each other or something, couldn’t quite place it.

“I read your mind to learn what I needed.” She explained, walking past the young man to fuss over the dresses she had left on the armchair. “You aren’t a liar.” She said casually, as an apologie she stubbornly refused to give.

“Now, I’ll bring you back.”

The Time Lady would as well sent him to the slaughterhouse, if she did. The human was being mistreated, abused by his peers.

She wasn’t going to bother with a feeble, useless pet always getting in the way. She wasn’t good.

Then why wasn’t she vaporising him on the spot?

But there was also something else, some emotion that kept echoing inside his chest, like a pingpong ball that wouldn’t stop hitting all the wrong places. “Sorry,” he murmured again, sniffed, then cleared his throat. “Ef I hurt ye, I’m sorry.”

He swallowed hard, chest feeling even tighter at the thought of having to go back. Campbell had resigned to his stay when he was there, as there was no way to leave, but now he was out - and going back was terrifying.

"Hurt me?" Missy let out a dry laugh. "How arrogant you are to think you can hurt me with your memories. I just found them pathetic."

The Time Lady didn't look to Bain while talking. She was tapping on the screen of her Vortex Manipulator, checking there was enough power left for a second travel. "I will steal the stem cells technology they are developping. I'll figure an use out of it. To rule the world, most probably."

Missy could have lied, but it wasn't as if any humans would believe him, even if he revealed her secrets. And it had been a while since she last talked to someone. Her gaze ran in the room, and found the drying spot on her carpet.

"Wall on your right. First door. Cleaning supplies. Get rid of it." She ordered sternly.

Maybe she'd have an use for him, finally. A reason to keep a willing ear around - and for once, an ear attached to a body.

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He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

Cam steadied himself on the nearest piece of furniture, looked at Missy, who didn’t seem unaffected either. “Uhm.. y'arright?” He had the oddest feeling like they’d bumped into each other or something, couldn’t quite place it.

"I read your mind to learn what I needed." She explained, walking past the young man to fuss over the dresses she had left on the armchair. "You aren't a liar." She said casually, as an apologie she stubbornly refused to give.

"Now, I'll bring you back."

The Time Lady would as well sent him to the slaughterhouse, if she did. The human was being mistreated, abused by his peers.

She wasn't going to bother with a feeble, useless pet always getting in the way. She wasn't good.

Then why wasn't she vaporising him on the spot?

(Sent by @make-it-missy but since Tumblr doesn't let me send asks from my secondary blog... -_-)

He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

“I’d like tae go now, please.” He’d taken what she’d said in stride before now, but now she was starting to scare him. Cam tried to shift back from her fingers, which felt cooler than they ought to be. Wasn’t this usually when you woke up from a nightmare. “Wait- what-?”

Was it because of the meds, the endless anaesthesia injected in his body, the drugs keeping him feeble?

The calm water she slipped in became a furious storm. There was darkness and chaos, pictures freezing in place and flashing behind her eyes.

It was the reason why she only used mind control when she couldn’t avoid it - or when she lost patience.

The Time Lady couldn’t expect what was on the other side. There was fear, pain and distress. So much of it that she almost choked on the memories she couldn’t quite grasp. She saw white ceilings, over and over until they were all blurry. Being shoved against a wall to stop the chaotic energy inside. Voices, too. They were ringing inside her skull, shallow reminder of what the Drums once were.

Missy closed her eyes, to focus and not being absorbed by the spiral of, as the voice named, Bain’s mind.

“I am your Mistress, and you will obey me.” Her voice said it aloud, but so her mind did. With a honeyed tone, because if the young man didn’t calm down, she’d have to tear his mind apart to get what she wanted - and it would be as uncomfortable to her that it would be painful to him. “Show me the treatment. The basement, the drills. Show me when they brought you there, and why.”

So, as a result, Missy’s query was actually a welcome focus to latch onto.

The first time they’d come to get him, he’d just been informed it was treatment. He’d felt so rotten afterwards though that he’d tried to refuse the second time. There had been other excuses then as they had tried to convince him at first. Experimental treatment needed the kinks worked out, it was to pay for his other treatment, he had signed up for this.. Ultimately, it wasn’t like he had a choice. They had the syringes with drugs, after all, and a patient shouting for help while getting stuck in the arse with a sedative was hardly going to turn any heads.

With the names and logos, she would be able to find the 'reliable partner', maybe by pretending she had samples of her own to sell, or by sneaking in, vaporising and stealing the technology hid there without a second thought.

Missy was still inside Bain's stormy mind. Finding the way back to the shore, when you have been swirled in a tempest isn't easy. Her fingers gently tapped on the side of the human's temples, grounding herself.

Fresh scent of Gallifrey's land threatened to let her rely on her own memories. As the human had been a guinea pig, so had she. There was a split of the loss of a best friend, a shard reflecting the Time Vortex, a flash of absolute loneliness before she tore herself away from Bain's mind, severing the connection.

Missy recoiled.

(Sent by @make-it-missy but since Tumblr doesn't let me send asks from my secondary blog... -_-)

He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.

“Uh- uhm- what?” he croaked, throat dry.

He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they’d harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they’d used were still on a platter next to him.

“I’d like tae go now, please.” He’d taken what she’d said in stride before now, but now she was starting to scare him. Cam tried to shift back from her fingers, which felt cooler than they ought to be. Wasn’t this usually when you woke up from a nightmare. “Wait- what-?”

Was it because of the meds, the endless anaesthesia injected in his body, the drugs keeping him feeble?

The calm water she slipped in became a furious storm. There was darkness and chaos, pictures freezing in place and flashing behind her eyes.

It was the reason why she only used mind control when she couldn't avoid it - or when she lost patience.

The Time Lady couldn't expect what was on the other side. There was fear, pain and distress. So much of it that she almost choked on the memories she couldn't quite grasp. She saw white ceilings, over and over until they were all blurry. Being shoved against a wall to stop the chaotic energy inside. Voices, too. They were ringing inside her skull, shallow reminder of what the Drums once were.

Missy closed her eyes, to focus and not being absorbed by the spiral of, as the voice named, Bain's mind.

"I am your Mistress, and you will obey me." Her voice said it aloud, but so her mind did. With a honeyed tone, because if the young man didn't calm down, she'd have to tear his mind apart to get what she wanted - and it would be as uncomfortable to her that it would be painful to him. "Show me the treatment. The basement, the drills. Show me when they brought you there, and why."