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Kate holds John's photo between two fingers — it has been years since she last looked at it. Her stomach grows uneasy at the sight of him, but there's none of the strong emotions she expected to feel seeing it again.

"You know, I used to think your father looked like Timothy Dalton, still think he does in this," she tells Gordy, tapping the photo against her palm before sitting on his bed. "Guess you can say I never grew out of my James Bond obsession. Have to be on track to become him now, too, like your granddad. Just not as shooty."

She smiles, then takes another look at Jonathan. Today is a day she's dreaded for many years, but Gordy is at an age where he has a right to know about his father. As it is, he's only a few years younger than she was when she met Jonathan.

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Her head rests against his chest, one of his hearts a steady beat in her ear, as Bluey plays on the telly.

For years, Missy strived for this closeness, the chance to have her friend back. And she thinks... she finally might, or at least they are in a place where he trusts her enough to know she's genuine. But maybe not. Maybe she's fooling herself.

They haven't talked about it yet, only falling into being drawn to each other and laying out other parts of themselves in exchange. There are still secrets she kept, and she can tell there are ones he has as well.

One thing that's changed since she's found him again is that she's been good, or not getting herself in nearly as much mischief as before. Maybe she's finally gotten bored with it, thrills no longer feel the same when plans come to mind, or she's caught an illness that needs a cure and has nothing to do with him.

starter for: @bleiddiaiddrwg ft. Twelfth Doctor

Every time she's allowed out of the vault and onto the TARDIS, she claims the seat up and off to the side. It allows her to have space while still being within watching distance of the Doctor while she reads.

Now, if Nardole were aware of their little arrangement, there might be a bit of a fight, but nothing that couldn't be handled. Or so the Doctor reassured her that first evening as she searched through his bookshelves for a book to keep herself occupied with.

She isn't particularly fond of the bloke, but finds it funny to watch him sweat when he thinks she's up to something, when she, in fact, is not. And the detail that he was left behind by River Song, Missy has to respect the consideration not to leave him alone.

The Doctor has never done well alone.

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☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || "not what i imagined." || @bleiddiaiddrwg

❝ I'm not surprised. This place is a little beyond your time. ❞

NEARLY EIGHTY YEARS IN THE MAN'S FUTURE, IN FACT. As tempted as he had a habit of being by bending the cosmic rulebook, in any other circumstance, he'd have wholly rejected the notion of hosting someone so displaced from their own era in his own.

MATTHEW JUST SO HAPPENED TO KNOW THE RIGHT PEOPLE, THOUGH. An Edwardian, with a plethora of Time Lords he could call friends. Closest of all was one Theodore Helmon - except it wasn't Theodore, it was Teddy; he'd learned that the hard way (he'd never heard a Gallifreyan utilise so much humanistic profanity in a single sentence; it'd almost been impressive).

IN SUMMARY, THE UNIVERSE WOULD SURVIVE. The pair had gotten themselves comfortable on the second floor of HQ. All things considered, the atmosphere was rather calm. He would no doubt try to take advantage of that.

"Yes, I smell like a strawberry lolly, no, you do not get to comment on it further," Missy shuffles up to the TARDIS console with dripping curls tumbling down her back after a shower.

A very nice shower might she add.

What isn't good? Caring for her hair afterward--and so she wasn't, it'll become a tangled mess that she will run a brush through later and then promptly throw the brush at the wall once she deems it necessary.

"What are our plans tonight? Saving some poor desert creature that's the second last of its kind find its mate or are we having another movie night? I suggest Maleficent, she has fantastic style."

"Pack your things, you're my son for the week. Or longer. That's to be decided later." Kate called through the door, leaning on the wall outside it.

Quite frankly, Kate was done with her older brother's attitude, and Tamara suggested that it was maybe best for all parties that Conall be out of the house for a few days so that they both came down from the tensions. And Kate wholeheartedly agreed, her nephew needed a break from his dad, needed to breathe in a place where he was comfortable and without judgement.