The Doctor could not accept this. I need you to know that we're not so different. I need my friend back. She was lying—she was manipulating him—it was a trick. After all the two of them had been through, he wouldn't—he couldn't—believe it.

"I have asked you time and time again to travel with me. Why now—why suddenly go to all this effort just to—get me back?" he demanded.

There was a part of him—perhaps the same part that had cried over the Master's body all those centuries ago on the Valliant—that wanted the Master to be telling the truth. He wanted her to travel with him. But he didn't believe it.

Missy gave a little shrug. "If you take my gift, I'll tell you where it i-is," she said in a singsong voice.

"You didn't answer my question."

She leaned in closer to his face. He took a step back.

"That's because your question doesn't need answering, love. I've always wanted you. But you were too busy doting over earth girls and trying to save the planet and trying to thwart me at every turn." She smiled sweetly. "Now how about it? If I throw in the location of Gallifrey, will you take the army?"

The Doctor took another step back.

"Oh, come on, you know you want to accept my offer. Just say it. Mr. President."

"I don't want it! I've never wanted an army."

"Oh, please, we've been through this already. Anyway, you're only going to find out where Gallifrey is if you take it." She leaned her cheek against his shoulder. "And me with you in your lonely old TARDIS."

She was touching his shoulder. She was right there, right next to him. He could smell her hair. He knew he should pull away, but he didn't.

"And if I…take your army—how do I know you'll be honest with me? How do I know that you won't lie about its location?"

He should pull away. He should walk away now. But he was still standing right here, in contact with her. It was more comforting than it should have been. It had been so long since he had felt the touch of one of his own species. Hers had been the first double heartbeat besides his own that he had felt in over a millennium. He couldn't move away.

But the Master could. She stood up and danced back. "Well, you don't," she gave another of her cute little shrugs. "But I want to go home someday too, you know."

"Doctor, you can't actually be thinking of doing this. An army." Clara called from where she was still wrapped around the now-emotionless Danny Pink.

The Doctor hadn't forgotten about her. Missy's presence was just so…overpowering, he couldn't concentrate correctly. He had given up trying to get Clara away from the Cyber-converted PE teacher. If he hadn't snapped her yet, he wasn't going to.

She pulled herself away from Danny slowly, her eyes still full of tears. "Doctor, if you take it she wins. After everything she's done. You can't let that happen."

The Doctor looked down at the bracelet Missy had placed on his wrist, then up at Clara.

Missy huffed a breath. "And the woman holding you leash is in the way." She twirled her upbrella around and pointed it at Danny. "How 'bout I throw in the boyfriend as a little bonus. Just for her."

Clara stepped forward. "You'll—you'll give me Danny back."

"Yes, I suppose that was his name, wasn't it? I throw in the boy Danny and everyone lives happily every after."

"You can bring him back," Clara repeated.

""Course I can. Simple."

It was Clara's turn to look uncertain.

"You see, Clara?" the Doctor said. "That's the choice. An offer too good to refuse, and a price too high to pay." He rounded on Missy. "But that's not really a choice, is it? Because anyone would do this to save everything they love. Everyone has a price tag. Yes, I'll take your army. And yes, you'll give us back PE and Gallifrey."

Tears were welling up in Clara's eyes. He hated when she did that. It was like they were leaking, and it made him so miserable to see it. Why should leaky eyes make him feel so miserable?

"You can't do this just for me," Clara said.

"I can, and I will. And besides, it's not just for you. I get something out of it too—"

"And someone!" Missy cut in.

He ignored her, however much the thought made his belly jump. "Now chin up, Clara. We came here to get your boyfriend back from the dead, and now we have a way to do it. Job done."

Clara shook her head. "Not like this."

"It's the only way!"

Clara's expression didn't change. The Doctor looked away.

Missy was watching the exchange with a slight smile on her face, leaning against a gravestone. The Doctor glared at her. She swung her umbrella around and walked up to the Doctor.

"Just give the order, Doctor," she leaned in closer.

Did she want another kiss? Should he kiss her now?

But she leaned back. "Give the order, and then—what was it you said?" she affected a puzzled expression. "We could travel together. It would be my honor."

"Don't you dare—don't you dare repeat that."

"I mean it. I'd hop right into your little old TARDIS and travel the stars right beside you. Plus a few billion Cybermen."

"We—both of us?"

She put her hand on his hearts. "Together."

He could feel them beating harder in his chest. The Doctor put a hand on her wrist gently, holding her hand against his hearts. "My honor," he said softly.

He turned away from both of them and held up the command bracelet. "Cybermen! Into my TARDIS," he said roughly. "NOW!"

The army of Cybermen turned at once to face the blue police box. Then, one by one, with a sound of stomping and clicking, they lined up single file in front of the double doors.

The Doctor glared at Missy, then stomped off after them. He wanted this to be her fault. She had made him do this. It was her choice, her plan—but he knew it wasn't. It was always him. He was the one who made the difficult choices so others didn't have to. He saved Danny so Clara wouldn't have to. He took an army to get his home back. Sometimes there were no good choices, but you still had to choose. He clicked his fingers and the TARDIS doors snapped open.

Missy grinned in delight and clapped. She reached into her pocket and pulled out another bracelet, identical to the one she had given the Doctor.

"Catch!" she threw the bracelet to Clara, who caught it deftly. She winked at the Doctor. "Don't worry, love, it's just a plain old teleport bracelet. Yours is a special gift from me to you." She raised her voice. "Put in on his wrist and tell him to push the little green button."

Clara clasped her hands around Danny's wrist. "You hear her? Come home to me."

The Cyberman's face was expressionless.

"Oh, what a shame," Missy said. "Seems he doesn't want to come home to his love after all. Oh, wait. What love? He hasn't got any emotions, dear!"

The Doctor glared at her some more.

The whole graveyard was silent for a moment.

"Danny—" Clara said.

"Yes."

The Doctor spun around.

Danny raised his arm. "Yes."

Clara latched onto him again. The Doctor imagined that must be very uncomfortable, hugging a Cyberman. Then Danny touched his finger to his wrist, and disappeared in a flash of green.

Missy looked a bit miffed. "Well, that was surprising. Don't you worry, love, he's only gone back to my little hard drive. He'll figure out how to get back in time. With his plain old boring body too, but I guess that's what you want, isn't it?"

A silence fell over the graveyard as Clara stared at the stop where Danny had vanished, soon to return any second. The Doctor suddenly felt he didn't want to see the reunion. He didn't deserve it. He pushed past the Cyberman at the front of the line to get to the TARDIS doors.

"Doctor—" Clara said.

"Go home with PE, Clara," the Doctor said without looking at her.

"No, I was just—"

The Doctor turned around. "Yes?"

"Thank you. For Danny."

The Doctor looked at the ground, unable to face her.

Everyone has a price tag. And Clara's had just been paid.

Missy clapped her hands and walked over to the Doctor, swinging her umbrella. He ducked into the TARDIS. The familiar hum of the console room did nothing to soften his expression. The old girl would hate him bringing the Cybermen in here—she hadn't even let him put weapons on her during the Time War—but he had no choice, now. No choice. No choice.

Missy appeared a moment later, standing just inside the double doors, leaning on the railing. "Well, that's the boyfriend all sorted."

The Doctor just glared at her. He didn't seem to be able to do anything else.

"Oh, come one, smile. It's your birthday."

The Doctor rounded on her. "I don't want this army. That's not—not why I'm doing this."

Missy shrugged and made a silly face. "If y'say so."

"I'm saving Danny. I'm finding Gallifrey. Isn't it enough for you that I'm doing this? What more do you want?"

"I think someone might be lying to himself about his motives just a teensy bit?"

The Doctor slammed a fist against the console. The TARDIS whirred angrily. He quickly rubbed the spot he had hit. Then he shouted at his bracelet, "You, Cybermen! Inside, now!"

He grimaced as he watched the army march through the doors, past him and Missy, and out the door on the other side of the console room. The TARDIS's whirrs became much higher pitched, but nothing happened.

As the last Cyberman entered, Missy leaned her head on his shoulder, an eager look on her face. "Where to now, Mr. President?"