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“Crying is weakness,” Missy said coldly as she looked over at River. “And there’s no room for weakness in a place like this.”

The pair had stumbled upon Skaro quite by accident earlier that day, missy had wanted to leave as quickly as they had arrived but her fear at being back on one of the planets she feared the most had made her clumsy. Hence, they now found themselves in the depths of a Dalek camp. Cold and dark with only the screams of fellow prisoners for company, Missy had been trapped in her own mind for hours. She’d forgotten River had been in the cell next to her until she had heard her ridiculous suggestion. Looking down at her arms, Missy scowled at the implant that was staring to pump experimental drugs into her.

“Did you ?” Missy drawled, eyes firmly closed and shuffling away from River as quickly as she could in her predicament. In a moment of frustration, she swatted at the other woman’s hand and attempted to move her attention away from her growing baby bump. “Do you want a medal? I felt it too but I feel everything the wee parasite does.”

Letting out a low growl, Missy stood and walked to the other side of the wall , placing her head against the cold wall. It had been months since Missy was imprisoned and just under months since River had joined her in the cell. Missy was yet to tell River how she had ended up pregnant, I’m gact she’s said very little to the woman at all. She’d suspected River was working with her captors and planned on remaining tight lipped.

Missy slumped her aching body down to rest against the bathroom cupboard. Her hands trailed back up to the sink and she grasped for a warm flannel as she pulled it down and dabbed it across her sweaty face. It was the third morning in a row that she had spent throwing up and unable to keep anything down.

That was certainly a promising time.