DISCLAIMERS/NOTES
1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by the BBC. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.
2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.
3. IMPORTANT (A): As with my previous DW stories, there's a very big canon conceit here, aside from the obvious romantic couplings. Namely, Amy never left. She was around for Clara's arrival, all through the Eleventh Doctor's tenure, and his regeneration into the Twelfth. Got that? Cool.
4. IMPORTANT (B): This is the fifth instalment of the Amy/Clara/Missy series, and the first set in the Thirteenth Doctor's era. I don't like to be one of those who insists you read my other stuff, but events in this story directly follow on from those in previous instalments. To get the full story (so to speak), I do recommend you read "Venusian Valentine's", "Crossroads", "The Second Clara?" and "The Girl Who Waited" (in that order), before this, otherwise you might find things even MORE confusing.
5. THASMIN fans here only for Thirteen/Yaz will be ESPECIALLY baffled if this is the only piece you read. I really hope you do look at the entire series. I'm very much a spoiler baby, and would hate for you to have things ruined by only reading this. I put alot of work into this overall narrative, and I really think you'll like it. Honest - I wouldn't lie to you!
6. On a final note, I might as well reveal who I have in mind for Missy's new form - post-X Files Gillian Anderson.
PART 1
"Can you see her?" Clara slowly approached the woman looking longingly out the window.
"Yes." A long pause. "I... I can't believe we just... just sent... "
Reaching her, Clara took a hand in hers and joined in watching the tiny speck in the distance get smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely. She then felt her partner's head resting atop hers. "Now what?"
Clara tried to sound as confident as possible. "We wait for our little girl to save the universe, and come back to us."
"What if... "
"She will, Amy" insisted Clara. "I made sure of it." She tenderly raised her free hand to wipe a sad face of tears.
"If... if something goes wrong... if this is really... "
"No, don't say that." Clara was now full of resolve. "We're not saying goodbye."
"Clara, I... "
Unable to more, Clara pushed forward, silencing her with a kiss. Clara felt herself being pulled closer to her wife and held snug, and wrapped her hands around Amy's neck.
Their love brought them to the very end of...
Clara Oswald-Masters shot up like a bullet, her breaths heavy. She blinked several times, trying to take in her surroundings. She was were she belonged, naked in the gigantic bed she shared with her eccentric wife.
Where she belonged...
Shaking her head, Clara tried recalling the dream which woke her, but it was already gone from her memory. Something about... no, nothing. But was Amy... ?
No. There was no way. Clara refused to think about her ex-fiancee anymore; it was just too painful. She had made her choice, and moved on.
Clara sighed deeply as she realised she was alone. Missy was not beside her, something the Impossible Girl really should have noticed instantly: the Time Lady was always rather clingy. Almost like she was afraid to let Clara go. That was absurd, though - the Mistress feared nothing.
Deciding to go find her wife, and stop the lingering unease left by the lost dream, Clara flung the duvet away and swung her legs off the bed. Sitting up, she mused Missy was probably in their TARDIS' medibay, looking over the tests she ran of Clara yesterday. At that thought, Clara softly placed a hand on a tummy... and felt a kick.
She was pregnant with their fifth child. She could not help the smile forming on her face as she felt life growing inside her yet again. Once more Clara was struck at how eager Missy was to have a big family, especially considering the circumstances surrounding their first, Delgado. Clara hated how that all happened of course, but it was not like Missy planned it. It was all a horrible mistake, during an attack on the Time Lady by some moronic race she thieved from.
Obviously Clara despised every aspect of how she fell pregnant the first time, but the fact remained it resulted in their son. And it seemed seeing Delgado unlocked something in Missy: she was very quickly insistent they have another child. And another. And another. And...
Chuckling, Clara rose off the bed and pulled on her dressing gown. Yes, Missy had changed alot since they got together, and the Impossible Girl sometimes felt rather proud of herself, if she thought so herself. The Doctor was right when he used to say there was some good in the former Master: there was, and Clara Oswald did the impossible and finally brought it out.
Clara shuffled out the bedroom and down the corridor. However, after a few minutes she found herself not at the medibay, but the main console room. Clara was mightily confused, until she heard why the TARDIS directed her there - excited voices. Her smile changed into a full-on grin as she walked in and was met with a sight warming her heart... Missy standing infront of the display screen, flanked by their angels, totally entranced by what she was showing them.
It was yet another thing Clara's new life afforded her when she wed the reformed villainess: unlike the Doctor's TARDIS, Missy's always got the Impossible Girl where she needed to go and never fucked her around by rearranging geography and getting her lost.
"And here, you can see the left arm." Missy was explaining what was displayed infront of them. Clara's latest ultrasound. "One day, it will hold aloft the universe alongside its brothers' and sisters'." There was a fire in Missy's eyes, though Clara knew it was just for show. Which clearly worked, as Michelle, Gomez and Jenna stared wide-eyed, and Delgado smirked in the background. "Nothing is beyond any of my children - remember that, all of you." Missy looked at them until they all nodded in acceptance.
"That includes breakfast," said Clara. She was met with five pairs of surprised faces. Then the two littlest ones came bounding towards their birth mother.
"Mummy!" yelped youngest Jenna, crashing into Clara and gripping tightly to her leg. "Mumma was just showin' us the new baby!"
Clara giggled. "I saw that, sweetpea."
"Can we feel it, Mummy?" asked Gomez, hovering a hand over the Impossible Girl's belly.
"In a minute," interrupted Missy, striding towards them. She looked less enthused than their children. "What are you doing up, my love? You should be resting."
Clara took a moment to take in her wife. It took awhile, but she was finally used to Missy's second form. Gone was the darkhaired, slightly-hard-faced madwoman and in her place was a younger, bustier blonde with a posh English accent. Clara always thought Missy was attractive, of course, but she had to admit the Time Lady's new body was very, very pleasing to the eye. Especially dressed in the smart business suits which replaced the Victorian corsets and dresses.
"It's late morning," Clara said. "I've had enough rest." That was a slight lie, actually: she did not get much sleep the night before. Indeed, there was a reason she was in bed naked. How did Missy always look so perfect in the morning despite what they got upto at night? "And I'll bet you've let them get away with no breakfast again, haven't you?"
Missy's mouth quirked. "Perhaps, Regardless, I'll decide when you're rested enough." At that, Clara stiffened - she hated being coddled. As if knowing what she was thinking, Missy almost wilted. "I just don't want you to hurt yourself, darling. You're too precious even without the miracle you're carrying."
"Mumma loves Mummy," said little Jenna, and before anyone could stop her, she was dancing around the room. Any excuse - she was like Angelina Ballerina sometimes.
All warmth was gone from Missy's face. "Jenna, I've told you about dancing in the... !"
Suddenly, Jenna lost her footing and bumped into the main console. She fell to the floor and instantly burst into tears. Clara was rushing to her side in moments, as quick as her body allowed, with the other children doing likewise. Missy, meanwhile, dashed to the console.
"Stupid girl!" the Time Lady snapped. Clara instantly turned to her wife, full of fury. But then she heard the distinctive sounds coming from their TARDIS.
They were materialising - blind...
TO BE CONTINUED