A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with Michelle Gomez. This is just sillyness quenching my need for more Missy.

Disclaimer: My life would be 100x better if i owned Doctor Who.

"Doc-toorrr!" A now all too familiar neurotic voice sang.

Oh, this was just great. Three days, three entire days. 72 hours. 4,320 minutes. 2,59,200 seconds. That's how long he's been trapped with hell, and yes he actually counted, it was his own proof of how desperate he's recently become to avoid being driven to complete madness by Mary Poppins' evil twin. Three days is a relevantly long time to be stuck with her. No matter how big his TARDIS can stretch it's insides, somehow she manages to find him everywhere. Everywhere. Once he created a room so isolated, even the TARDIS forgot where it was, then five minutes later she pranced in with a tray of tea.

It's a time machine, there aren't any distinctions between day and night in space, and time lords don't even sleep! He's been floating in a black abis, hanging onto the threads of sanity that are slowly being tugged away by the claws she calls hands.

He didn't want to let the gluttonous being onto his beloved TARDIS, but he could't afford the destruction of another planet which unfortunately got in her way. That women had wiped out half a galaxy when he finally tracked her down.— Cost him nearly another regeneration and caused at least ten paradox's to fix the mess she made!

Various complaints where being strewn across time and space and hitting him square in the head, the majority of them about a certain crazed time lady who seemed to be raving havoc in places she shouldn't really be. (The rest where actually from Missy herself, teasing him with beckoning coordinates that no doubt lead to her.)

The small (Understatement) problem with Missy, The Mistress, Master —what ever the hell she was calling herself now— Being a time lady — as she insisted he called her ("Time lady, please, i'm Old-fashioned")— was that since he was the only other time lord in existence, people usually automatically referred to him when they found stray survivors of his species, and that particular one had either managed to slip casually into the position of power, or just decided attempting to conquer the planet on sight.

And he really, really, really hoped Clara wouldn't somehow magically find out he had Missy on board. She'd find a way, it's Clara what can't she do!— Souffles. Her only weakness is a baked good.

"DOOOOC-TOOORRRRR!" Missy sang once more, this time more persistently.

He thought that maybe if he continued ignoring her, she'd eventually give up and retire back to the room the TARDIS had reluctantly created for her. (Or if he was unlucky she'd come and find him, which he was just hoping wouldn't happen). The TARDIS really didn't appreciate him bringing Missy on board, as she doesn't exactly forget events— Knows all that has, will, and is thing kind of prevents forgetfulness— hence the Paradox machine is still a rather prominent source of the TARDIS' hatred towards The Master.

More recently, Missy had decided she didn't like the colour of the console room, and attempted to change it. The Doctor later found her fiddling with all sorts of wires that certainly had nothing to do with the colour of anything. Invading personal space seems to be her thing in this current incarnation, and if you voluntarily invade hers— Eg. prying her away from the one place one should never let The Mistress wander if you don't wish the TARDIS to banish you forever— Don't expect her not to take advantage of the situation.

The Doctor was immensely relieved but also slightly terrified when his name was not screeched once more. He swallowed nervously, placing his book down on the sofa beside him and he peered warily around the TARDIS library. He was actually expecting an army of Daleks or whatever foe she had chosen this time to surge into the room, multiple explosions following as Missy drifted in behind, looking incredibly proud and chiming about whether or not he liked her current gift for him.

When non of the previous assumptions where confirmed, that's when he really began to be concerned for A; Missy's well being, not that he particularly cared if she was laying stone dead somewhere, but he rather not face her wrath once she resurrected herself again— He didn't have a single doubt in her that she wouldn't do that. B; What has occupied her attention to such an extent, she forget her most committed and prized obsession: Him. And last but certainly not least C; Whether somehow, despite being in the depths of space she had actually managed to escape.

He was really going to regret looking for her, but right now he was just dreading any of his fantasies coming true. The Doctor began slowly and cautiously down the corridor, keeping an eye out for any glimpses of purple or black lurking in the shadows waiting to assault him— that has happened way to many times in three days...

The TARDIS rumbled quietly before suddenly crashing to the ground sending him toppling into the wall. Apparently they've laded. The Doctor decided this was now a very urgent matter and he probably shouldn't have been lounging in the bowls of his TARDIS when Missy began screeching his name. He really is an idiot, the first instinct when the 'queen of evil' set foot on his TARDIS should have been: keep her under twenty four hour surveillance and clap her in irons! Leaping to his feet, he took off full sprint to the console room hoping(Which was a first really...) that he would find her there.

Indeed The Mistress was the first thing he saw when he bolted into the room, but his current speed hadn't really allowed him enough time to stop and realize she was sprawled across the floor—

Next thing he knew, he had ran straight into her and fallen face first on top of the time lady.

"Owww!" Missy whimpered, leaning into his ear to dramatically emphasise the word.

The Doctor flinched away, sitting up to look her in the face. "A little over exaggerated don't you think?"

The TARDIS let out another soft groan, and he pushed himself off her, not caring how ruffly he scrambled back up. The Doctor looked around the console room, half expecting to find a wall ripped out or something of equal destruction.

"What did you do!" He demanded of Missy, who was still laying on the floor. She turned her head, staring up at him with a blank expression up. Ice blue eyes, dazed and crazy, yet the glint they possessed made it impossible to tear away once you got trapped in them. He couldn't help but look at the captivating blue when she was around, though he'd never admit that to her. Sometimes they danced so mischievously, lit up with a smirk on her crimson lips, that it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He felt like they could pierce right through his own grey-blue eyes, burning a hole to brand him hers.

It was the power she could so easily rein over him that made him despise this incarnation the most. He battled for the upper hand, domination on his own TARDIS he deserved that at least. A pair of bewitching eyes weren't the only trait she's obtained. Well, the obvious change aside. Her face isn't kind or welcoming, there's too many sharp angles. Even though she tames her hair in an up-do, the black curls still mange to escape, and she looks wild and you know there's cunning ideas behind those eyes luring you in when you know that you. Should. Run.

Missy lifted herself gracefully from the floor and sighed, suddenly utterly bored. She rose a hand inspecting her smooth red nails.

"Well, I was only trying to give you a pretty surprise–"

"No good ever comes from that word Missy–"

"–hush dear and let me explain! Anyway, it turns out your TARDIS didn't appreciate me trying to make a more effective device other than your petty little screwdriver–"

"Whats wrong with the sonic!" The Doctor whined, his eyebrows angled down as he stared at her.

Missy rolled her eyes, and stepped forwards, plucking the said item out of his pocket. She dangled it in-front of her as if it was a dirty sock, inspecting the item from all angles.

"See just as I thought, not one setting that has anything to do with disintegration–"

The Doctor snatched his sonic back, stalking her until she was pressed against the console.

"YOU WHERE TRYING TO MAKE A KILLING DEVICE AND INTENDING TO PRESENT IT TO ME, EXPECTING ME TO BE ENLIGHTENED BY THE FACT YOU CREATED A SECOND DEATH RAY?!"

Missy leaned against the console, pouting before shrugging her shoulders once.

"Well love, it seems you do know me quite well." She smiled brightly, eyes twinkling.

The Doctor breathed in deeply, stepping calmly away from her and running a hand over his face. No, no more. He couldn't do it! He's saved enough of the universe, why couldn't someone else keep her away from destruction! She's just stood there, smiling as if she hasn't a single care in the universe and she's simply a completely innocent, harmless little child, waiting for him to be proud of the fact she spent time creating a slaughter weapon just for him. He peered up at her from his hand.

Surely she wouldn't be able to do anything if just left her stranded on a random planet right? No pulverizer, no transporting device, nothing but her black, dead hearts to fuel her ranging hatred. The most she would be able to do if he stranded her wouldn't really create any major impact on the universe...right? Maybe she'd wander off a cliff and if hes lucky never come back.

"Out." He commanded, grabbing her shoulders and beginning to steer her towards the doors. However, Missy didn't take forcefulness inflicted on her and go with it. So he wasn't entirely surprised when she tried to resist.

They where halfway between the door and the console when the movement halted, The Doctor using his entire weight to push her forwards whilst Missy stood firmly on the ground, leaning backwards refusing to move. He was only managing to push her forwards about an inch before she shoved him back again.

"Missy–"

"No."

"Get. Out."

"No!"

"I'm telling you now, get out of my TARDIS or i'll throw you into a supernova."

"I don't want to, you can't make me!"

"YES I CAN, ITS MY TARDIS!"

"Well, you're not getting very far now are you?"

He would get her out of his TARDIS if it was the last thing he would ever do. This was not. Over. Missy chuckled softly, under the impression that she'd ultimately won the debate, however The Doctor wasn't so convinced with that result.

Slowly, he dragged her body into him by the grip he still had on her shoulders and burrowed his head into her neck. Missy glanced backwards in confusion, for once she was genuinely baffled as to what he was playing at.

"Never mind, i didn't really want you to go anyway." He mumbled into her neck, nuzzling closer to her. Then he placed a gentle kiss under her jaw.

Missy jumped her breath catching, taken back completely by his sudden forwardness. Her eyes where wide as he continued to kiss his way down her neck.

"Doctor, what are you..."

His arms slid around her waist, pulling her in further so he was flush against her back. If he knew Missy at all, she was bound to give into this at some point. And no sooner had he pondered that, she slowly relaxed into his embrace, leaning her head to one side giving him more access to her neck.

Typical, in a matter of seconds she'd just melted into him. So much for the 'queen of evil', she'll never live this one down, it's a pity no one will be there to constantly tease her. Easy motive, everyone had a weakness, even if it was just baked goods on some peoples behalf. For Missy, it was The Doctor.

The Doctor pressed a final kiss to her cheek, lingering just a little as to force her to turn slightly and he seized the opportunity, sweeping her feet from underneath her. Missy squealed, her arms flying around his neck as he made a bee-line for the door. The bastard, oh how she'd love to pulverize him right now.

They where greeted by the cold snap of icy air. His feet made a delightful crunching sound as he stepped onto the blanket of snow that stretched across the hills, the sky was grey and didn't look like it would be cheering up any time soon. Perfect.

He dumped her in a pile of snow, the impact sending a puff of white flurries into the air. Missy growled, wriggling out of the mound and stomped forwards coming face to face in front of him. She didn't look very happy at all, in fact, she was considering strangling him and burying him in the snow to suffocate, or maybe flinging him into a crevasse and watching him plummet to his icy death. The Doctor decided now would be an appropriate time to leave.

"It's been great these past few days, really. Actually you don't even deserve a lie, it was hell. Every minute of it. Call me, we'll do it again sometime." And with that, he shot her a smug farewell grin, ignoring her snarls and death glares boring into him. He could feel the piercing azure scorching through the back of his head. He turned and pushed the TARDIS door, immensely pleased with himself.

That was until he realized the door wasn't budging.

His eyes where wide in panic as he continued bashing against the blue doors, fists banging desperately against the wood. "Oh, no no no no no! Don't do this to me, no not now please, come on!" The Doctor gave it an aggressive kick, not even rattling the box to the slightest. "No!"

A taunting laugh echoed behind him. Oh fantastic, brilliant! Can nothing just go smoothly for him? He really was regretting being too smug now. The Doctor slowly turned to face her, his eyes shut in anguish. He opened one eye, cringing slightly, though he knew eye shutting wasn't enough to defect the wrath and taunting of The Mistress.

She stood crossed arms, smirking sardonically, entirely too pleased with the outcome.

"Oh, my darling Doctor. Your own TARDIS locked you out! Pity, I wanted to see if you could really bring yourself to leave me here." Missy let out a sigh, gesturing elaborately to their surroundings.

The Doctor let out a frustrated growl, racking his hands through his hair and clenching handfuls of silver curls in his fists. The Mistress chuckled once more, amused greatly by the entire situation.

"And after everything you did just to get me outside!" She smiled mockingly, those mischievous orbs glinting, taunting him in a way only she could.

Why would his old girl do this to him? He thought maybe she'd be pleased he got the vermin off board, he didn't expect her to lock him out, what kind of thank you was that! Whenever the TARDIS played this kind of thing, it was because she was trying to teach him something, but what could he possibly learn by being stuck on a frozen planet with his arch-nemesis? This was worse then having her prancing through the TARDIS corridors singing vexatious tunes, trying to constantly sit on his lap whenever he was trying to read or just finding any excuse to invade his personal space.

So, what previous reasons had she done this to him for? There was that time when he fell out with River and the TARDIS sided with her, leading in him being stranded with otters for a month. But that didn't even remotely relate to this situation, the TARDIS hated Missy, and she's stranded them both not just one of them. Surely she'd side with him on this one, but that didn't seem to be the case.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a dematerializing TARDIS. The Doctor fumbled in his pocket, pulling his sonic out and scanning the fading box, desperately trying to find a way to get it to rematerialize. The wheeze-groans died out and he was left standing in front of an empty space, a square indented into the snow being the only proof of his TARDIS' previous presence.

This also reminded him of the time the TARDIS flung him on earth and refused to rematerialize, trapping Amy pond in the time vortex. That time it was because she wanted him to fix something, it was all because of the stranded Space ship that had created it's own second floor luring in innocent strangers who passed by, trying to find suitable pilots. Maybe there was something dangerous here, maybe the TARDIS had taken him once again where he needed to be. But last time, he had Amy aboard the TARDIS helping him and she was also someone who could bring the TARDIS back safely, as was River with the Otter situation. Yet, this time, she's chosen to strand him without any possible pilot. Though, he understands why she might not be so keen to have Missy alone aboard her, long red nailed fingers touching and stroking his precious control panel. That thought made him shiver violently.

"Now This is Interesting. Hmm?" Missy mused aloud, beaming delightedly, showing off her pearly whites.

The Doctor grabbed her arm harshly, pulling her along with him, trudging determinedly through the snow.

"Come on, we need to find some aspect of life, i'm not being stuck with you without anywhere to hide from your hideous face." He hissed. Missy's grin only widened and she casually slipped her arm through his, walking along side him as if they where a couple simply strolling through a park.

He was truly agonising over what this little trip had planned for him, especially with the devil at his side.