Not sure where this came from but here you go~
The Mistress takes one glance at the coordinates and kicks at the console in irritation.
"You stupid old box- even vortex manipulators have a better sense of direction than you and they aren't sentient!" The Tardis does not respond. The Time Lady instantly begins to reset the coordinates only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
"For fu-" Hoping to crush whatever nuisance is behind the door she slams them open. Unfortunately the annoyance is, indeed, not crushed.
A small, sullen looking girl stares at her.
"What do you want?!" The human does not flinch and the Mistress feels somewhat disappointed. Her hand itches to grab her disintegrating device from her pocket. She really must come up with a better name for it. To the Mistress's surprise the girl responds, voice cold and sharp.
"Why are you here?" Despite the lack of inflection the Mistress knows it's a question.
"Because I'm in the wrong place. Now, if you wouldn't mind I have quite made up my mind to leave." A single eyebrow is raised and the Mistress finds herself giving in to the itch. With a grin she aims at the girl whose face still holds a neutral expression.
She fires and steps back, ready to close the doors and get off the planet.
Except the little brat is still there.
Not a hair out of place.
She couldn't have missed could she?
"What was that?" The Time Lady thinks she sees a hint of curiosity on the humans face. Interesting. She dips into the girl's mind.
"Well, to explain it to your little human mind it tears things to pieces on an atomic level." The human's mind is horrifying. Screams heard first-hand, inflicted by this child's hand are constantly replayed. Torture and murder committed not in the back corners of her mind where normal humans would put urges like that but at the forefront. Currently the girl is imagining killing her. A smile pulls at the corners of her lips.
How quaint.
The Mistress is impressed.
"You're an alien." Stated simply, something most wouldn't find obvious even after she turned up out of nowhere, did something obviously not human and kept emphasising that she wasn't one.
Which she did do here but kudos to the girl for realising anyway.
"I'm Missy." The human does not smile but her eyes give away her curiosity.
"My name is Wednesday Addams. I would like to learn more about your technology." And forward too- the Mistress is impressed. She schools her expression into one of nonchalance.
"Unfortunately I cannot teach you how to make it because that could pose a significant threat to myself." She grins wolfishly, reaching a hand for the girl's shoulder, "-but- I could lend you a little know-how for making weapons the rest of your world hasn't quite got the intelligence for yet." Her voice is a seductive whisper as she digs her nails into the dark fabric of the dress, lips but an inch from the human's ear.
The small girl considers the offer for a while, tilting her head to the side a little.
"Yes- however I will have to ask mother and father first. It would be in your interests to meet them." The Mistress decides to follow, intrigued by the girl's demeanour and by what kind of humans could make such an interesting specimen.
She is led to an oddly tall house, surprisingly well made to still be standing despite the advances of rot and mould. The butler is tall too, possibly one of the earlier settlers on Earth with a little speech difficulty. The Mistress is quite certain that he is related to the Ood by his mannerisms.
She steps inside the doors and ducks as an axe swings for her head with a cheer, steeping on the face of the growling rug with a nasty grin on her face.
"Well- this has quite improved my day!" She brings a hand to her forehead and leans backwards as a burning arrow flies past her face, "Pinch me! I must be dreaming!" Someone complies and the Time Lady turns to be greeted by a disembodied hand which salutes.
"It's not everyday you get service like that!" The girl stands, waiting at the top of the stairs as the Mistress cackles.
The parents are not a disappointment either.
"Mother, father. This is Missy. Missy, this is my mother and father. Morticia and Gomez Addams." The girl indicates each one. The man grins, kissing her knuckles and bowing.
"Gomez Addams. At your service." His wife joins him and steps forward, her hand still placed delicately in her husbands. Her dress creeps along the floor as if alive, leaving an odd space around the Mistress as if unwilling to some closer.
"Morticia Addams. Charmed I assure you. Now why did you want us to meet her Wednesday?" The Mistress grins as the girl addresses her parents.
"I would like to taught more about technology by her." Her mother sighs, elegantly crouching to the child's level.
"What do we say Wednesday?" she chides. The woman returns to her original position and the girl stands taller, looking her parents square in the eyes.
"Missy is going to teach me more about technology." Her mother nods and the Mistress grins. The woman folds her arms, the ends of her sleeves draping themselves over her hands. She raises an eyebrow and the Mistress can instantly see where the girl got that gesture from.
"So you have offered to teach our little Wednesday technology?" The girl glares at her mother.
"Yes, I have. I had been misdirected here and was about to leave but little Addams here-" The girl glares at this description too, "- convinced me otherwise and showed interest in one of my finer creations." The Mistress bites at the air, a smirk full of teeth remaining after.
"Ohh, Tish!" Gomez immediately begins kissing up his wife's arm. The Mistress looks to Wednesday who doesn't react in the slightest. With the smallest of fond smiles on her face Morticia turns to her husband,
"I know, mon amour." Gomez's eyes widen as removes his lips from their path.
"Tish! That's French!" She ignores his affections and faces the Mistress.
"We would be delighted for you to teach our darling Wednesday anything. If it is a matter of payment-" The Mistress immediately declines this, "-There is also the issue of schooling as we currently have Wednesday going to a normal school which greatly limits the time you would have to teach in." The Mistress would be hard pressed not to notice the woman's obvious distaste of her daughter's current education. She grins easily,
"You needn't worry about that kind of thing. The type of education I would give your daughter would easily surpass the typical standards that your universities are held to. It would require less contact time too." They stand patiently, waiting for her to continue.
"However, I would require your daughter's assistance in some of my own private projects in return. She has a brilliant mind which I am sure I could put to good use. Unfortunately there is also a high chance of death or near-fatal injury for people around me and I would completely understand if you would like to withdraw interest because of that." Well, she would understand but she never says she would allow it. The husband grins and looks at his wife hopefully. His wife smiles a little more, the corners of her lips curling upwards.
"That sounds delightful, don't you agree Gomez?" He does, "Wednesday dear, we would be proud of you learning from this outstanding woman." She leans down and places a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Now what do you say Wednesday?" The girl looks up at the Mistress's face, eyes devoid of emotion.
"I accept your offer." Her mother nods, clearly proud of her daughter. The Mistress sighs,
"Well, we should be going now Miss. Addams." The girl and mother raise an eyebrow in synchronicity.
"Going?"
"Yes, we're leaving to pursue your education." The Addams matriarch smiles in a way that promises death and the Time Lady sighs, "Don't promise something you can't deliver. Of course we're leaving. I can't teach you very much on such a boring planet and I'll have you back at two in the morning three months from now- wait for me in the graveyard." The mother settles a hand on her shoulder, warning implied in the way her hand closes, poised to attack if need by.
"Are you sure that our Wednesday leaving us is necessary?" Missy raises an eyebrow this time.
"Do Earth leopards have spots? Of course it's necessary-" Gomez interrupts with a gentle hand caressing his wife's hip.
"Tish. It's time to let our little viper spread her poison." His wife does not react other than removing her hand from the Mistress's shoulder.
"I shall be expecting her home in two months time." The Mistress grins and the girl leaves to pack.
"That's not a problem." Just as she passes through the door she lingers for a second.
"I like your name Mr. Addams." She calls back.
Then she is gone.