Author's Note: Welcome to the seventh installment of my OC - Minerva's - story with the 12th Doctor. This story will cover the entire 9th season of Doctor Who, of course with my rewrites. Fair warning I do disregard some show details to make it work for my story! As always, I recommend to any new readers that you go back and read the previous six stories in order to learn and understand who Minerva is, and for that matter a minor OC (Liv). You don't have to if you don't want to, but it is suggested! All stories remain on my story list beginning with Next Stop Everywhere.

My main OC - Minerva - will look like the actress Calista Flockhart with short, curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Minerva is is currently on her 4th incarnation and is American.

The minor OC - Liv - will look like the actress Kimberly Dos Ramos.

"He's chewing gum, Clara!"

Clara turned around from her desk and spotted her closest friend, Liv, who was only visible to Clara, standing right beside one of Clara's students.

The blonde was staring down at the boy who was indeed doing his best to hide his gum he was chewing on. "Thought he could hide it, how cute," Liv laughed.

Clara walked over to the trash bin beside her desk and cleared her throat as she walked up to the student. "Gum, Ryan."

The student, Ryan, looked up dejectedly. He stood from his chair and spit his gum into the waste bin. "Will I get it back at the end of school?"

"Ew," Liv crinkled her nose but Clara struggled not to smile.

"How will you know which one's yours?" Clara asked and received a shrug back. "Fine then," she walked away, leaving the waste bin on the corner and continued on with her lecture. "Right. Now, where was I? Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves-" she stopped by a window, smiling to herself, "-a phenomenal kisser."

But then she stopped.

"Miss?" one of the students asked after a long minute of silence. "Miss?"

Clara was staring out the window, specifically an airplane in the sky.

Liv walked up next to her to see what exactly had caught her attention. "Oh," was all she could say after spying the plane.

Clara turned back for the nearest table and grabbed a marker. She returned to the window and drew a circle around the airplane just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"It's just...still…" Liv blinked.

"Everybody turn on their phones. News websites and Twitter," Clara addressed her students while she opened the window to look out.

"Twitter?" Ryan repeated, confused.

"Hashtag, #ThePlanesHaveStopped!"

It didn't take long for the news to spread. Twitter was by far the quickest way to spread news. All the kids in Clara's classroom were alarmed and full of chatter of what could possibly be freezing all plans in the middle of cities. Clara was doing her own research on her phone when it began to ring. When she saw the caller ID - Minerva - Clara quickly took the call.

"Minerva! You'll never believe-" but Clara was immediately shushed and ordered to listen up.

~ 0 ~

Getting into UNIT was no problem when you were Clara Oswald - and Liv...Oswald. Clara came running into the room where she was told that Kate Stewart and other workers were doing their best to control the situation.

"The planes aren't responding. No, none of them…" Kate was in the middle of a phone call when Clara finally ran into the room.

"Stop it all!" she commanded and stopped by a table to catch her breath.

"What-"

Liv appeared in the room as well, far calmer and clearly not tired like Clara. "Stop it all, there's no emergency - at least not from the planes."

"What are you...how...what is going on?" Kate finally settled for one question to ask.

"The planes are not meant to be a danger," Liv explained while Clara caught her breath. "It was actually-"

"Actually, it was me," Minerva strode into the room all calm and collected. Her short, curly blonde hair bounced over her shoulders as she came up to the women.

"Y-you?" Kate made a face, the rest of her workers nearby doing the same exact expression.

"Yes, I do apologize for the inconvenience," Minerva mumbled as she took a look at the room flooded with all sorts of machinery meant to solve the newest case.

"Inconvenience!?" one of the workers, Jac, stood up from her chair, frankly a bit indignant.

"Pesky inconvenience, sorry," Minerva raised her hands in forms of neutrality. "I was trying to get someone's attention."

"If you mean the Doctor we haven't been able to contact him," Kate informed, apparently upsetting Minerva.

"Yeah, well, you and me both," she frowned and moved over to the monitors across the room. The rest of the women followed, but Clara was the one to catch Minerva's words.

"What do you mean you haven't gotten ahold of the Doctor? Is that why you did this?"

Minerva scoffed. "I don't need to stop planes to contact my husband, Clara. And for your information, he skipped out on my three days ago. Usually, when he goes off into the TARDIS he's back in one hour max."

"Maybe he just snapped from living on the Monsoon for two years," Liv nudged Clara, Minerva missing their knowing smiles.

It had been two years since Minerva and the Doctor decided to quit their travelling for their son, Elias. While they did occasionally hop back in the TARDIS for some visits to Earth or just a family outing, they made sure to spend most of their time on Minerva's home planet: the Silver Monsoon. It worked out perfectly because after Clara's boyfriend, Danny Pink, died, Clara had opted for a time away from the TARDIS as well. Though after about a year or so, Clara had begun to confide in Liv that she felt ready again to begin travelling...it was just a matter of when Minerva and the Doctor felt the same. To pass the time, and make things more interesting, she and Liv made a bet to see when the Doctor - who was voted most probable to travel again first by them - would snap and officially begin travelling.

"No, something happened," Minerva studied the monitors for something specific. "I sent him to get some snicker doodles from my grandmother for Elias' birthday party-"

"Which we so have a gift for," Clara interrupted just to make it clear she and Liv were prepared. Although it was hard getting a four year old alien prince a birthday party, they thought it all came down to Elias being a simple toddler who enjoyed toys.

Minerva rolled her eyes. "That was three days ago. I had to postpone Elias' birthday party and he was not happy. My point being: the Doctor would never miss his only breathing child's birthday."

"So something happened," Liv said.

"But what's that got to do with the planes?" Kate demanded to know. "How do you plan on getting ahold of the Doctor with the planes?"

"I'm not trying to contact the Doctor. Didn't you just hear that I haven't been able to do that?" Minerva turned around, huffing because she had to repeat herself.

"Then...who are you trying to contact?"

"We've got a message," a worker reported from the other side. "The Doctor channel."

As the women turned around, Minerva smirked.

"Sorry, what?" Clara blinked.

"He never uses it. I doubt he remembers it even exists," Kate admitted as she walked on over to the worker's desk.

"He doesn't," Minerva followed.

"Then who is it?" Liv curiously wondered.

"Decrypting," the worker who'd reported the transmission worked on the monitor. "We're getting text through, I think."

"Texting?" Minerva repeated, rolling her eyes as she came up to stand beside Kate. "She's kidding me."

"Who?" Clara stopped behind her. "Who did you contact?"

"The one person who can unfortunately help me in this case."

The monitor translated the first couple of words: 'You so fine.'

"Have you got any more?" Kate asked the worker.

"Coming!"

'You blow my mind. Hey Missy, you so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind! Hey Missy!'

Clara gaped. Liv scowled.

Minerva once again rolled her eyes. "Oh give me a break you dramatic little-"

The last of the Time Ladies, Missy, appeared on the monitor alive as ever. "Today, I shall be talking to you out of-" her head suddenly popped out of the screen, scaring the women half to death, "-the square window!"

Minerva frustratedly ordered everyone to be quiet. "Missy!"

"Snowflake Princess!" Missy mocked her voice. Soon after though, she smirked. "You rang?"

"Oh n-n-n-n-n-no!" Clara pulled Minerva around. "You called her!? Why, oh why did you ever - hang on," she suddenly blinked and glanced back at the monitor to Missy's waiting figure, "How is she alive?" the last thing she remembered was seeing a Cyberman shoot Missy.

"As if she would die," Minerva sighed and turned around to the monitor again. "I rang her because I needed her."

"Music to my ears," Missy wiggled her fingers over her ear.

"But she killed you!" Liv reminded.

"Aha," Minerva of course never forgot that Missy, as the Master, had murdered her in her first incarnation.

"And she made you doubt yourself saying you've changed for the worst!" Clara also added.

"Still stand by it," Missy informed them.

"Shut up," Minerva snapped. "I hate her, true, but she is the only one that can help me."

"I'm in a lovely little square in one of your, oh, I don't know, hot countries," Missy barely looked around her surroundings. "There's a light breeze coming from the east, this coffee-" she raised a small white cup in front of her mouth, "-is a buzz-monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight snipers."

"Eight what?" Kate repeated incredulously.

"Three for each heart, and two for my brain stem. You'll have to switch me off fast, before I can regenerate."

"Why do you need snipers?" Minerva muttered her question.

"Because it's the only way you'll feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock?"

"You can say whatever the hell you want-" Minerva slammed a hand on the desk, startling the women behind her, "-but you will never say that I am afraid of you, Missy."

Missy smirked and the transmission ended.

"Minerva, what have you done?" Kate released a breath of utter fear.

Slowly, Minerva turned around, looking weary. "Whatever it takes to find my husband."

~ 0 ~

Somewhere off in Italy, Missy had made herself comfortable in a town square. She was the only person in the area for miles off. Sitting at one of the empty tables, she continued to drink from her espresso while silently counting off each of the laser beams that took aim at her chest and she was sure to the back of her head. A small smirk appeared on her when she saw the black car pull up across her. Two security men got out from the front seats and the driver moved back to open the passenger's door.

When Minerva stepped out she glared straight at Missy who just smiled back. Her hand brushed over the vortex manipulator sitting on her wrist. Kate had given her one in case things got ugly. But Minerva wouldn't dare to leave the innocent humans behind so that Missy could prey on them like it was all a game.

"Do not shoot under any circumstances," Minerva mumbled into her earpod where Kate Stewart and the rest of UNIT were listening in.

Liv had not agreed to stay back in UNIT quarters and appeared right beside Minerva. "I can't believe you called her in," she said in pure disgust.

"You think I've forgotten it all? No," Minerva grew tired of explaining. "But like it or not, she can help."

"So you keep saying," Liv motioned for them to begin walking.

Missy silently watched the two come up to the table and motioned Minerva to take a seat across.

Minerva sat down, an ice cold look on her face.

"I have to commend you on your way of contact," Missy began, putting down her espresso cup. "Didn't know your species was able to understand a basic time stop trick."

For the sake of the urgency of the situation, Minerva let that slide. "I've had a good teacher. He once mentioned it was your favorite trick."

"Oh," Missy leaned forwards, "he talks about me?"

Almost with a slam, Minerva put down a golden disc device on the table between them. She studied intently Missy's face that garnered several different emotions at the sight. Liv couldn't figure out what the disc was. It was golden with familiar, yet unreadable, symbols over its top. There was a thin triangle exposed at the top.

"So you know what it is?" Minerva questioned after a minute.

Missy looked up, for once out of words.

"It came to me two days ago, like nothing. I know it's got to do with the Doctor because of the Gallifreyan symbols over it," Minerva tapped the cover of the disc. "But I've no idea what it is, nor what it means."

"Well of course you don't," there was a strange tune to Missy's voice that put Minerva back for a moment. "It's strictly Gallifreyan. It belongs to a Time Lord - something you are not."

"That much I figured," Minerva said, straight-faced. Missy shifted on her chair, looking to the side. Minerva tilted her head and examined Missy's entire posture and mood. "Do I...do I detect a bit of resentment from you?"

No answer.

"Did someone's feelings get hurt?" Minerva assumed she was right and laughed. "Oh that does make me calling you feel a lot better, I'll tell you that. So tell me, what is it? And what does it mean?"

Missy's gaze snapped back onto Minerva, for a moment looking like she would attack. Then, all calmly, she answered the questions. "It's a Confession Dial."

"Good so far, what does it mean?"

"In your terms, a will. The last Will and Testament of the Time Lord known as the Doctor, to be delivered...according to ancient tradition…" Missy gritted her teeth, "...to his closest friend on the eve of his final day."

Minerva had frozen in her spot. "A...a will?" Missy nodded. "Why...why would...why would he send this to me? I don't…"

"Oh, Snowflake Princess, can you not figure it out? Wherever he is, whatever he's doing, the Doctor clearly believes he's about to die. It will only open when he's dead."

Minerva shook her head and snatched the Confession Dial from the table, gripping tightly in her hand.

Missy rolled her eyes at the woman's reaction. "I can't believe he sent it to you instead."

"Why wouldn't he?" Liv snapped before Minerva could even think. "She's his wife. You're his enemy."

"I'm his friend-"

"He's not your friend," Liv scoffed. "You keep trying to kill him."

"He keeps trying to kill me," Missy shrugged. "It's sort of our texting. We've been at it for ages."

"That's enough," Minerva finally spoke up and stood from her chair, sliding the disk into her blazer's pocket. "We're done here. I would thank you for your help but I don't like you."

Missy raised an eyebrow but Minerva didn't wait for her response. Just as Minerva and Liv started walking back to the car, they heard a zapping noise.

Missy had fired on one of the secret service men that brought Minerva in.

"MISSY!" Minerva whirled around angrily.

"I say when we're done!" Missy slammed her hands on the table as she got up. "Who do you think you are? More importantly, who do you think I am answering to some Snowflake Princess? I am not your universal helpline your highness!"

"SIT DOWN!" Minerva shouted and held a threatening, glowing blue, hand at her. "Let's find out how many regenerations you have left."

Liv appeared beside Missy. "I wouldn't press that device again."

Missy rolled her eyes and sat back down with a plop!

Minerva stormed back to the table. "You don't ever threaten me like that again. Do not forget where we stand now."

"I needed to get your attention now," Missy shared the briefest smirks. "Do I have it?" Minerva tilted her head, lips pursed together. "Question," Missy raised a finger. "If the Doctor has one last night to live, if he's certain he's facing the end of his life, where, in all of space and time, would he go?"

"Oh, you're helping?" Liv had herself a good laugh. "Why would you ever help?"

"Because, unfortunately, she actually gives a damn," Minerva rubbed her face, ignoring Liv's shell-shocked face. "If she's not the one to kill him, then she'll care," Minerva added as an explanation.

Ten minutes later, there was a laptop on the table between Minerva and Missy. Liv stood behind the two, eyes glued on Missy. From UNIT, algorithms were being formed all over the map of the world.

"How did you set these algorithms up, Kate?" Minerva asked after a moment of looking at the points.

"The algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points, anomalies, anachronisms, keywords," Kate's worker, Jac, answered.

"That won't do," went both Minerva and Missy.

"Oh, you know a thing or two?" Missy mocked her.

Minerva held a hand in front of Missy's face and continued conversing with Kate. "We're going to have switch the algorithms, Kate. When Time Lords die they are meant to do so with mediation, repentance and acceptance."

"Don't forget the contemplation of the absolute," Missy added.

"Hm," Minerva said. "So eliminate the crisis points. I need to know where the Doctor is making the most noise when there isn't any crisis."

"Oh, so a party?" Liv frowned.

"My husband has style," Minerva smirked. "Too bad I'm gonna smack it off him when I see him next."

All the blips of light on the computer began to go off until there was only one left.

"So maybe you're not that stupid," Missy meant that as a compliment, Minerva knew, but the blonde still felt like strangling her.

"Clara?" Minerva spoke to the comm. again. "Get ready. We're going to make a trip."

"Oh, do we have to bring her?" Missy rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me? Who said you were coming?" Minerva slapped shut the laptop and started getting up from her chair. "You're lucky I didn't ice you right now."

"We both know that you need my expertise and we also know I am willing to kill - literally - to get on this trip," Missy rose from her chair gracefully. "So what's it gonna be, Snowflake Princess? Nice? Or bad?"

Minerva glared. Man she hated that woman.

~ 0 ~

With the help of Missy's vortex manipulator, Clara was picked up and the three women - plus Liv - appeared at the place where the Doctor was meant to be. It was dark and illuminated by various torches. It appeared they were standing on castle ramparts.

Missy pushed herself up, taking one look below which seemed to be a courtyard full of people standing as a crowd. There was one tall, heavy man standing in the middle of the courtyard waving an axe. "According to you, this is where the Doctor is," she told Minerva who was getting up with Clara.

"But how do we find him?" Clara inquired.

"And how do we know what we're looking for?" added Liv.

"Anachronisms," Missy replied. "The slightest, tiniest-"

But, an electric guitar riff filled the area, leaving all the women stunned.

They rushed for the edge and saw the procession below. The Doctor was indeed in the area, and he was currently making his fashionable entrance into the courtyard on top of a tank. With sunglasses on, he finished off his riff and bowed to the crowd.

"Dude," went the man with the axe that had been waiting, "What is that?"

"You said you wanted an axe fight," the Doctor lowered the guitar and waited for some laughs. "Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. It's a slow burner."

"A musical instrument is not an axe," the man, Bors, deadpanned.

"Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!"

The crowd cheered.

The Doctor hopped off the tank and addressed the crowd. "What do you think of my tank? Don't worry, it isn't loaded."

"I don't like it," Bors shook his head.

"No, neither do I," the Doctor said after a moment. "I bought it for my fish."

"Your fish?"

"I may have ordered online!" the Doctor frowned at the silence from the crowd. "Fish? Tank?" he made a walk for one of the stands. "Honestly, this stuff will be hilarious in a very few hundred years. Do please stick around."

"Oh my God he's finally, actually lost it," Minerva rubbed her forehead.

At the sound of her voice, the Doctor looked up at the rampart and found her.

"He heard you," Clara blinked, quickly looking to Minerva. "He doesn't know we're here, does he?"

"Oh, he knows," Minerva crossed her arms. "And if he knows what's good for him he better start earning points with me." And just like that, the Doctor began to play on his guitar the opening of Pretty Woman. Minerva couldn't hold back her smile. "Excellent start," she whispered, feeling like a school child with her heart beating so fast. Shaking her head, she headed downstairs.

The Doctor turned to the crowd, now taking it as his last moments in that area. "Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day!"

"You've been here for three weeks," Bors corrected.

"Three weeks?" the Doctor stopped and contemplated. "Oh, I missed my boy's birthday. I'll give him my fish and tank. But-" he pointed at the rest, "-we've partied! I helped you dig a well, with a first-class, child-friendly visitor's center! I've given you some top-notch maths tuition in a fun but relevant way. And I have also introduced the word "dude" several centuries early. Let me hear you!"

"Dude!" went the crowd in cheers.

"Are you a Renaissance?"

"Dude!"

"Are you a Medieval?"

"Dude!"

" I am a dragon-slaying?"

"Dude!"

"We are all the young?"

"Dudes!"

The Doctor stopped. "I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes. Tonight, I'm going to have to leave you." Some of the crowd wailed 'no!' to him. "But before I do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine."

The crowd cheered as Minerva strode into the courtyard. "I know you did not just introduce me as your 'friend'." She stopped in front of the Doctor, in the mixture of anger and annoyance.

The Doctor was just so happy to see her, though his face was hidden behind the shades. He slid an arm around her waist and surprised her with a kiss.

Minerva blinked afterwards. "G-good points." Her eyes narrowed again though. "You missed Elias' birthday. I had to postpone it."

"My boy…" the Doctor was sure she hadn't brought along their recently-turned four year old son.

"He's mad," Minerva pointed at him. The Doctor surprised her next with a hug, a very tight one. "Oh!" Minerva wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back. "Hugging now? Martian…what are you doing? What is all this?" she pulled away. "A party? Martian, you hate parties. At least in this regeneration anyways."

"I spent all day yesterday in a bow tie, the day before in a long scarf. It's my party, and all of me is invited," the Doctor rambled for a moment.

"Minerva?" Clara came rushing in, not even waiting for her own introduction. "What's going on?" Liv walked in after her, chosen to make herself visible only to the group.

"Oh, oh you brought visitors," the Doctor made a face at Clara but then really frowned when he saw Missy coming in. He started riffing to Mickie. "It's the wicked stepmother! Everyone hiss!" Missy didn't seem to care as the crowd booed her down. She flourished a handkerchief and gave a mock bow. "You brought her?" the Doctor asked rather sharply from Minerva.

"I'm sorry are you upset with me?" Minerva incredulously asked back.

"No ma'am," the Doctor shook his head fast. Bors began to choke behind them. "Bors!" the Doctor turned and ran for his friend. "Is it a marble again? Did you swallow one of the marbles I gave you? Don't swallow marbles!" But what he pulled off the man was not marbles...but in fact a snake.

"Well…" Liv frowned as they all watched the snake hit the ground then slither to a robed figure across them.

"Doctor. Your friends have led me to you. You will come," the figure spoke in a slither manner.

"If one more person addresses me as your friend…" Minerva mumbled.

"Says you and whose army?" the Doctor dared to demand.

The face off the figure began to turn in different directions like the coils of a snake. The robe around him dropped to leave a large serpent in it's place with smaller snakes hanging off it. Seeing that sight made the crowd instantly run in terror.

"Nobody dies here!" the Doctor set the rules for how it would work out. "Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?"

"Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro, is dying."

"And?" this time it was Minerva who inquired, and highly interested to know how Davros was connected to the Doctor's mysterious disappearance. "Last time I heard he was dying in space. Almost by me, actually."

"He would speak with the Doctor again on the last night of his life."

"Then you will harm nobody in this place," the Doctor once more laid the rules, ignoring the incredulous face on Minerva. "Not one person. Are we very, very clear?"

The figure recoiled itself to resume its humanoid form. "Are you so dangerous, little man?"

"You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent you. You know how stupid you are? Huh! You came!" the Doctor then watched the figure hiss. "Is that supposed to frighten me? Snake nest in a dress? I'd be more afraid of my son playing ghost. Now, explain, politely. Davros is my arch-enemy. Why would I want to talk to him?"

"No, wait, hang on a minute. Davros is your arch-enemy now?" Missy now wore nearly the same face Minerva had from a minute ago. "I'll scratch his eye out."

"What eyes?" Minerva went.

"Oh, nice one Snowflake Princess," Missy playfully remarked.

"Davros knows. Davros remembers," the man held out the Doctor's sonic screwdriver and threw it to the ground.

As the women looked down at the sonic, configuring it to be the Doctor's, the man himself let his head hang.

"This is yours," Minerva spoke first, and had everyone's agreement.

"Er, it was…" the Doctor slowly corrected.

"Was?"

"I don't have a screwdriver any more."

Minerva raised her head looking ready to finally smack the Doctor for all this foolishness. Three days ago he most definitely had a sonic screwdriver.

"Ooooh," Missy drawled, a hand on her hip as she studied the Doctor's face. "Never seen that before. Doctor, the look on your face. What is that?"

"Shame," Minerva could tell from a mile off. One would think she would've felt it but the Doctor had sealed off his mind three days ago. "You're ashamed. Doctor…" she stepped closer to him. "What have you done?"

That was the trick, wasn't it? The Doctor had thought about it for three weeks on how to explain to Minerva what he'd done. He came to the conclusion he was simply too ashamed to meet her eyes and tell her how he left a child - a child who would later become Davros himself - on his own in the middle of a war. He left the child to his luck even as the child cried for help. Because his mind had then wandered to his own son, Elias. The Doctor knew he was no good man, but for his son he strove to be the best father possible. He gave up his constant travels just so that Elias would have the opportunity of social interaction with children close to his species and age. But then, leaving a child to his luck at war...well, how could he ever face his own son after that?

"It's a trap," Missy warned the Doctor, in case he was missing it.

"Prepare yourself for teleport," the snake man said

Missy came around the Doctor, once more warning him. "Doctor, listen to me. I know traps, traps are my flirting. This is a trap."

"I am prepared," the Doctor released a small breath.

"Oh no you are not," Minerva sharply corrected, walking up to him as well. "You send me a foreign object and throw yourself a three week party without so much of a word from you? And you think you'll get off that easily?" She clicked her tongue. "In your dreams, Martian."

But the Doctor had made up his mind. "Goodbye, Minerva."

He turned before he could see Minerva's 'not having it' face. One of the snakes from Sarff slithered its way to the Doctor and wrapped itself around his wrists like cuffs.

"Fine," Minerva said, for a second making the Doctor believe she was letting him go. "I'm coming with him."

"Well if she's going, then so am I," Missy swayed her head.

"N-n-n-no," Minerva refused.

"Oh you know we're going too," Clara held her bind wrists for the snake man.

"Under no circumstances!" the Doctor had turned around to make them see there was no point. He saw Sarff shaking awkwardly and frowned. "What are you doing now?"

"Voting. We are a democracy," Sarff continued to shake and wiggle for another minute before finally stopping. "It is agreed."

Three more pairs of snakes were released and bound Minerva, Clara and Missy like the Doctor.

"No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No!" the Doctor entered a fit.

Minerva remained absolutely calm as they waited to be taken. "You know," she glanced at Missy, "this might be the only thing we ever agree on: no one ever forbids us anything. Especially not the idiot with sonic sunglasses."

"Mmm," Missy hummed, agreeing.

~0~

The snake man, now known as Sarff, had transported everyone to his spaceship and was currently driving back to wherever it was Davros was in. Behind were Minerva and Clara sitting opposite from the Doctor and Missy. Despite not saying anything, Minerva's cold glare on the Doctor said it all.

She was not remotely interested in what they were meant to be doing and not an ounce happy the Doctor entertained the idea of going to Davros.

'Oh, so you lifted your telepathic barriers up.'

The Doctor winced from his spot as soon as Minerva's voice filled his mind.

'Well, some of them anyways,' Minerva narrowed her eyes.

'Minerva, I'm sorry-'

'N-n-n-no, you don't grace yourself with an apology. You give me, your wife, an explanation. What did you do?'

But he wasn't able to muster the courage to tell his wife what he saw and what he did.

Once arrived at the spot, that turned out to be a whirling building in the middle of space, the group was taken to an empty room. With their wrists still bound, there wasn't much they could do. Missy was sitting on the ground, singing wordlessly.

Minerva, who was standing opposite against the wall, groaned. "Will you shut up?" she almost shouted.

As if to provoke her more, Missy sang a little louder. Minerva stood off the wall and stalked for the woman when the Doctor cut in and blocked the way.

Clara panicked at the idea of having the women fight in the one room and opted for a distraction. "How long have we been waiting?"

Liv appeared in the room after doing a small check of the premises. "Well, it's sort of empty," she declared, instantly making everyone turn to her. "Davros Davis is here," she said with eyes on the Doctor. "And there are a couple of Daleks. But everything is so...silent."

Colony Sarff opened the door behind them. "You will come," he motioned to the Doctor. "You will stay."

"Fair enough," Missy pushed herself up from the floor.

The Doctor was on his way to leave when he heard once again Minerva in his mind.

'If you manage to get yourself killed I'm just going to let Elias have you for missing his party...again.'

The Doctor made a face. As Elias was growing his parents had come to learn that while he was an overall shy boy, much like his mother's first incarnation, he could have his temper moments. Frankly the Doctor didn't know who would be worse to face: his wife or his son.

'Gravity.' Was all he said back.

"Hmm," Minerva lightly bobbed her head as he finally left. Soon as the doors closed she iced the snake on her wrists and got herself free. "Missy, gravity."

"I know," the woman replied in a mock high-pitched voice. Of course she realized.

"Gravity?" Clara repeated, she and Liv not quite in the know yet.

"You know what's wrong with the gravity in here?" Minerva walked over to her to break the snake on her wrists.

Clara's eyes roamed the room but it was completely empty except for them. "No."

Missy did a small tap dance. "Nothing!" she sounded like she was scolding Clara for her oblivion. "It's perfect. But this is a space station, so the gravity should be artificial, all coppery-smelling round the edges, a tiny bit sexy-" Minerva scoffed when Missy did an American accent.

"Mocking me today can get you killed because you're not focused," the blonde snapped.

"So if it feels real...we're not on a spaceship?" Liv asked both out of honest question and to bring the two women back.

"Like a planet," both women agreed.

Clara shook her head, feeling so weird and almost wrong. "I have seen many things but not this. Minerva, she's your murderer and she's tried killing the Doctor. How can you stand there and just...bicker with her?"

"Oh, I'm still watching my back-"

"Take me serious, dammit!" Clara stomped a foot, feeling like a child the next second. This incarnation of Minerva had a habit of taking most things sarcastically and sometimes it was just not the time.

"Clara, I don't like her," Minerva reassured the brunette.

"I don't like her either," Missy said afterwards. "But we have a relationship-"

"We have no relationship," Minerva turned around to face the woman. "Don't get carried away. Gravity?" she gestured to the airlock button.

Missy rolled her eyes and threw off the snake that was around her wrist, revealing it to be dead. "Alright, fine."

Clara stiffened when Missy headed for the airlock. Liv did the same because of Clara. "Wh-what is she doing?" Clara asked Minerva.

"Today might be the day I finally kill you, Snowflake Princess," Missy hummed and let her fingers tap along the airlock.

"Yes, sure, save your threats for later," Minerva muttered and walked forwards.

"What are you doing? Are you opening it?" Clara couldn't believe her eyes despite seeing Minerva and Missy working together for the briefest of minutes.

"Clara, trust me," Minerva assured.

"I do," Clara swallowed and glanced at Liv. "We're just worried about the little murderer right next to you."

"Minerva?" Liv panicked when the alarms went off because the two women had opened up the door.

"Liv, there's no artificial gravity," Minerva looked back, seeming a bit offended they were doubting her.

"Yes, but-"

"Clara," Minerva's voice sharpened. Clara took a breath and just waited for the doors continued to finish opening. When it did, she inwardly sighed of relief to see no one was being sucked out. Remembering one of Clara's echoes, Minerva smiled. "You'll like this bit, Clara." She took a step out and before Clara could yell for her to stop Minerva had hopped out.

"H-how are you…?" Clara rushed up to the threshold, eyes wide as could be.

Minerva was literally standing on invisible ground. "It's a bit warm, don't you think?"

Missy swayed her head, acknowledging the blonde's correctness. "It does. For deep space, anyway."

"Minerva how are you doing that?" Liv shared a fascinated look with Clara, probably both feeling the same as tended to happen between them.

"Come on out," Minerva motioned.

Clara didn't need to be told twice. She stepped onto the invisible ground and opened her arms like she would fall at any moment. Missy soon came out as well and, of course, did a small little number.

"What...there's a floor?" Liv stepped out last.

"No, there's ground. This is the ground," Missy stomped a foot for show. "We're on a planet."

"Meaning that's-" Minerva pointed to the 'space station', "-a building. I assume the rest of the planet is invisible."

Clara laughed softly as she performed a little dance as well, truly reminding Minerva of Clara's Victorian echo. "That's ridiculous."

Missy rolled her eyes at how easily humans were amused. "Well, yes, of course it is. I mean, how would you ever find your glasses? Or the little girl's room? And what if you kissed an ugly? Unless, when you're part of the atmosphere, you start syncing with the spectrum."

"But why would anyone want to hide a whole planet?" Liv couldn't find it in her to be as amused as Clara, despite feeling inklets of Clara's emotions.

"It would depend on the planet," Minerva stopped moving when she saw more of the same buildings begin to flicker into existence.

Missy stiffened as her eyes scanned the familiar buildings that were turning into dozens and dozens over a desert ground. "No…"

Minerva glanced at Missy, surprised to find that the woman seemed actually fearful. "What is it? Where are we?"

"They've built it again. They've brought it back…" Missy's voice was strained.

"Brought what back?" Minerva couldn't configure the pieces at the moment but if it was enough to frighten Missy then she should probably be just as scared.

"Skaro."

And there it was.

Clara looked at her friend who went into a state of shock. "What's Skaro?"

Minerva swallowed hard, her breath shuddering. "This is the planet of the Daleks, Clara."

"Correct," they heard a Dalek's voice not too far.

Minerva was properly scared.

"Minerva, run!" Liv frantically ordered but Minerva did no such thing.

"We run we're killed," Missy snapped at her instead.

As a tactical strategy, they allowed the Dalek to take them into the building where they'd originally been in. They were brought into a large, white room filled with colored Daleks. Minerva's eyes spotted the TARDIS sitting in the middle. There was no way in hell she could reach it in time before getting shot.

"That's the TARDIS," Clara breathed. "How did she get here?"

"It has been procured," a red Dalek on a raised dais answered.

Minerva glowered as a big laser gun lowered from the ceiling and other Daleks came out. "Intending on getting in?" she called out, trying her best to keep her voice still.

"The Tardis will not be entered. The Tardis will be destroyed."

Clara chuckled. "Yeah, well, good luck, because she's indestructible."

Minerva made a face. Missy shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Who told you that? The Doctor? Because you should never believe a man about a vehicle. Snowflake Princess over here ain't such a truth tell anymore either."

"Shut the hell up," Minerva snapped.

~ 0 ~

From Davros' room, the Doctor helplessly watched on a monitor as his wife, Clara and Missy were led into the Daleks' room. He was trying to get through to Minerva telepathically but the blonde either was ignoring him or shutting him out.

"What are they going to do?" he demanded from Davros, looking back at the creature nearly trapped inside half of a Dalek's exterior with wires hanging up above. "Tell me, what?"

"Who can I say? You know what children are like," there was a sinister tinge to Davros' tone.

"Daleks! Pay attention!" they heard Missy begin on the monitor.

The Doctor turned back again, hearts beating wildly. Missy was about to get them killed and this time for real. "Don't. Just don't!"

~ 0 ~

"What the hell are you doing?" Minerva hissed at Missy but the brunette couldn't be bothered.

She moved forwards, acting like they were just at any ole regular place. "You know what this is? This thing you're about to destroy?" she stopped by the TARDIS, patting it. "I'll tell you! It's the dog's unmentionables. And you know all about those, don't you? This is a Tardis. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, kill anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before."

"Missy," Minerva said through gritted teeth, balling one of her fists.

But Missy went up to a ledge opposite of the TARDIS, gaining all of the Daleks' attention. "You just need one thing! Me. You need me. A Time Lady, to show you how it works. With this and with me, everything can be yours. And you can burn it all, for ever and ever and ever." Missy paused and locked eyes with a furious Minerva. "Or would you rather just kill me?"

"Minerva…" Clara whispered, shaking with fear.

"Sh…" the blonde managed to say.

The Daleks turned to the Supreme Dalek. "Maximum extermination," the Supreme Dalek commanded.

"Exterminate," went the Dalek closest to it.

Missy was then fired upon and disappeared.

"Run!" Liv pleaded to the two remaining women in the room.

~ 0 ~

In Davros' room, the Doctor was sure he was about to regenerate from hearts attack. It was only Minerva and Clara in the Daleks' room now, and Liv he was sure but couldn't see, and they had no way out.

"Please!" he faced Davros, ready to get on his knees if needed. "I'm begging you. Save Minerva, save Clara. Please!"

Davros would have shown boredom or sinistry if his face allowed it. "I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them. See how they play with them. See how they toy. They want them to run. They need them to run. Do you feel their need, Doctor? Their blood is screaming kill, kill, kill! Hunter and preys, held in the ecstasy of crisis. Is this not life at its purest?

The Doctor looked at the monitor, racking his mind - actually, trying to push through to Minerva's mind.

This might be it, Martian. He finally heard her voice but couldn't relax one bit. Do me a favor and escape back to our son, please. One of us should be there for his birthday.

Not remotely funny. He would have outright argued with her if time had been generous.

~ 0 ~

"Minerva…" Clara couldn't see them actually surviving but hoped, at least, Minerva was thinking about something.

"I don't...I don't know, I'm sorry," the blonde admitted and gave Clara a teary-eyed glance.

"Run," Clara then whispered. If there was nothing to do, nothing to fight, then she would at least try making a run for it. It definitely beat taking death in a still motion. She reached for Minerva's hand and, the two making the decision silently, they turned and dashed towards the door.

"Exterminate!" the Daleks fired at the two women on the spot.

~ 0 ~

"NO!" the Doctor shouted from his spot. Furious than ever, he turned to Davros. "Why have I ever let you live!?"

"Compassion, Doctor. It has always been your greatest indulgence. Let this be my final victory. Let me hear you say it, just once. Compassion is wrong."

The Doctor's attention was momentarily drawn back to the monitor when the Daleks began to shout 'destroy!'

The TARDIS was next on the hit list.

Author's Note:

And then there was season 9 ;). This is one of my favorite seasons oh my God. I'm so excited for this story!