Probably going to be a chapter story that will increase in word length. Let me know how you like it? - W
When Clara woke, she was not in the familiar bed she had fallen asleep in. She was not in her familiar home that she would recognise within seconds of awakening. She was in a strange room, chained to the wall by her hands and feet. The room was small, damp and dark, barely lit by light coming from the crack underneath the door. Clara tried to take in as much of the room as she could to avoid panicking and hopefully find a way out. That was when she spotted her. The person she would least like to be trapped in a room with.
"Missy." Clara breathed out, her voice hoarse. Missy's head hung forward, seemingly remaining unconscious, and she was chained up possibly a metre away from Clara. Dried blood clung to her forehead, and Clara wondered whether it was Missy's, or someone else's. "Missy!" She hissed once more, hoping to wake the time lady. "I heard you the first time." Missy replied, lifting her head slightly to look around. "Where are we?" Clara asked with a hint of panic in her voice that she hoped Missy would not pick up on. "Do I look like I have any idea?" Missy snapped. She began pulling at the iron clamps around her wrists, hoping she could pull them off. "Stop, you'll hurt your wrists." Clara said. She may not like the woman, but it didn't mean she was going to sit by and watch her hurt herself. "I'm fine, thank you." Missy replied, her words laced with sarcasm. She growled in frustration when nothing budged and stopped pulling. "Where is the Doctor?" Clara asked. Missy rolled her eyes, and while the room was too dark for Clara to see, the expression was practically audible. "Ask more questions. See where it gets you." Missy snapped. Clara decided it best to listen to her for the time being, and remained quiet.
"We're not on Earth." Missy said minutes later. Clara nodded. "Where, then?" She asked. "I thought I told you to stop with the questions?" Missy replied. "I want to know. And I want to get out of here. So I'll decide if I want to ask questions." Clara said. Missy chuckled. "Oh, you are feisty, aren't you?" She smirked. "Well, we're on a planet of beings capable of telepathy." Missy answered. "How do you know?" Clara asked incredulously. "Because I can sense them. I can hear them talking to one another." Missy replied, as if Clara was an idiot for not knowing. "How?" Clara asked. "Time lady, remember? Telepathy is part of the package." Missy replied. Clara was surprised at how little Missy snapped at her for the second question, and realised Missy may be thinking and therefore distracted. "Well, can't you talk to the Doctor then?" Clara said after a short silence fell between them. "I know your tiny human brain is unlikely to be able to comprehend the possibility of telepathy or the abilities of the timelords, but do try to keep up pet." Missy sighed dramatically. "Telepathy from one person to another does not stretch across the entire universe, my dear. He is either too far from me, or preoccupied." She answered. "Besides," Missy added. "Who said we need the Doctor to get out of this?" She smirked. Before Clara had a chance to question her, keys rattled in the door and the door swung open.