AN-This will be a short, sweet and hopefully amusing story that will only be a few chapters long. I got the idea when watching "Mummy on the Orient Express" again and so basically, what you need to know is that "The Magician's Apprentice" has never happened but all of Series 8 did. It will also have some Twisswald moments here and there. And Danny Pink WILL be mentioned! He won't be ignored and his relationship with Clara and the Doctor will be brought up a few times. If you don't like that, either don't comment, don't read or just ignore it!

Thank you and please enjoy. :)

Missy on the Orient Express

Prologue

"Man, what a day..." I sighed to myself as I stepped through the front door of my flat.

I stretched in an attempt to rid myself of the pesky aches I had woken up with, possibly because of the way I slept that had been bothering me all day. Pile that on top of the fact that I've had to deal with misbehaving children, upcoming tests, marking assignments and the still lingering grief of Danny's death, and my day had been a rather longwinded and difficult one to handle.

And then on top of all that, there have been the weird things happening to me today as well.

When I woke up, I noticed that my bedside lamp was on, which I thought was strange as I remembered turning it off. Even stranger than that was the odd note I found near my alarm clock:

YOU SO FINE

I grew worried that someone had broken into my house, but as far as I could tell, nothing was missing. And so I shook it off and went to work, where I then found another note on my desk:

YOU BLOW MY MIND

I figured that someone was just playing some sort of joke on me, but even though it was annoying and a tad troubling as it almost appeared as if someone had broken into my house in order to do so, there wasn't any proof of who did it and so I had tried to ignore it. Thankfully, nothing else happened and so I was able to continue throughout the day without any more notes.

But as I entered my kitchen, I immediately noticed that something was off.

At first, I couldn't tell what it was. All the utensils were in their proper places and there wasn't a mess or anything like that.

And then I saw the notes.

I stiffened in surprise and unease, questions beginning to flood my thoughts. What were these notes doing here? Who was sending them? What did they mean? And most importantly, how the heck were they getting into my house?

I cautiously approached the notes, half expecting something to happen. Nothing did though, which was both relieving and nerve wrecking. I slowly leaned forward and picked up the notes, reading through them one by one:

HEY MISSY

YOU SO FINE

YOU SO FINE

YOU BLOW MY MIND

HEY

MISSY!

I proceeded to drop the notes in shock.

Oh no... No, no, no! There is no way in hell she could've-!

"Hello, dearie!"

Shrieking, I whirled around and much to my dismay, shock, confusion and anger, there Missy stood with an amused smirk on her face.

"Did you miss me?"

To be continued