"Oh Honey"

"Bloody Hell!" I panted out as I regained my balance, And glanced around the TARDIS control room. Well at least I materialised in the right place, even with a faulty Vortex Manipulator. My eyes landed on the Doctor whom had turned to face me, with his grey slug-like eyebrows knitted together, palms pressing on the console for support and a chalkboard behind him completely covered with Gallifrayan notes and equations.

He looked stressed, and hot if I do say so myself. His burgundy velvet jacket was strewn on the captain's chair; he had undone the top four of his shirt buttons and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "Missy, why are you here?" He questioned, sounding agitated. "Ooo Doctor, it's been a while since I've been in here, you've redecorated. I don't like it" I quipped ignoring his question. Ugh, the rough materialisation wrecked my up-do. So I pulled out the remaining bobby pins and tucked them into my jacket pocket, letting my long hair fall down to my lower back. "Nobody ever does" he grumbled turning his attention back to the board. I began twirling around the console to the four beats in my head.

Hmmm, something was missing...ah the puppy! How could I forget my Clara. "Where's the pup?" I asked while jumping up onto the handrail facing the Doctor. "I did pick her for you after all." He just carried on ignoring me.

"She's gone isn't she? Oh Doctor, such a shame she started to grow on me after our double act on Skaro" I may have trapped her in a dalek and attempted to get the Doctor to exterminate her, but what can I say? Traps are my flirting. I giggled to myself.

"Missy, who are you wittering on about?" He finally turned all his attention to me, "The puppy? Clara Oswald? Big brown puppy dog eyes? 5"2? Complete control freak?" He loved her. She kept him grounded well, most of the time anyway. She was his best friend, after me of course. "I know I'm missing someone important and I know she meant a lot to me, I also know she was called Clara. But that's all, everything else is a mystery to me" his accent became stronger, giving away his frustration while he gestured to the packed chalkboard. "Oh my dear Doctor, that's not even half of it."

I did my signature psychotic smile.

"MISSY, QUIT WITH THE GAMES!" He shouted his Scottish accent more prominent than ever, as he stalked towards me. "Doctor, calm down you can't think straight when you're emotional" I cooed. "I told you everything I know, as I said I know she meant a lot to me, but if she really meant that much to me how could I forget her?" He continued, his voice was softer now with a vulnerable edge to it. He looked so lost and confused, like he was back at the Academy trying to solve a Gallifrayan maths problem. "You really have no idea who she is do you?" I only needed to glance expression on his face to know the answer. He had forgotten his impossible girl. And I The Mistress, Queen of Evil, lover of chaos almost felt sorry for him.

We stayed in silence for a good five minutes listening to the sounds of the TARDIS. I jumped down off the handrail, turning so I was facing the Doctor, trapping him between my body and the hand rail he was leaning on. Ignoring his curious look I placed my forehead against his, I needed contact as we hadn't telepathically communicated in years, making the bond weak. I pushed and caressed the barriers of his mind with mine, silently asking him to let me in once again. He was slow and it took a few seconds, but he eventually lowered his defences. Aw bless he cleaned up for me. It's so much easier to examine his mind without stray thoughts floating around. I made my own mind go blank and silently asked: Doctor show me your memories from your latest birthday when I gave you the Cyber army. The memories rushed forward and began to play like a movie, all filmed from the Doctors point of view. Oooo, Do I really look like that?

Yes Missy, now just get on with it.He replied nonchalantly.

Not bad, not bad at all.I mentally smirked, putting my defences back up preventing the Doctor from snooping.

There was a slight trace a trace of Clara in his memories, every time she was mentioned was all sort of, jumbled and unclear. When she should have been present in the memory it was like the signal went causing it to go all blurry and fuzzy. Which means whoever performed the memory wipe was an amateur.

Show me your memories of when we ended up on Skaro.It didn't take long for the Doctor to file and lock away his birthday memories, and to start playing the ones from Skaro, but I could have done it in half the time.I was always the better telepath.

Oi Missy! I heard that. The Doctor told me making me chuckle.

The same thing happened with his memories of Skaro that happened with his birthday memories. However this time I noticed that he could still feel the emotions connected with what was happening, for example, when he saw her get exterminated/ teleport, the memory was blurry and his words were jumbled, but he remembers going berserk. Everything played out like it should do from then, with the odd bit of jumbling whenever Clara was mentioned. Until we got to when I tried to get the Doctor to exterminate her, same as before, he remembers the emotions, compassion, horror, panic, mortification. But not why he felt like that or what happened. That's all.I withdrew from the Doctor's mind, fixing the slight bit of damage on his defences, most likely caused by trying to fight the memory wipe.

"What's the verdict then?" My poor Doctor looked ever so fed up and disappointed in himself for not being able to put together the pieces. I stepped back from him and started strolling round the console. "There's no clear memories of Clara or any of her echoes. The emotions connected to the memories are still there, you just can't remember what made you feel like that. Also your defences were slightly damaged, which is most likely from trying to fight against the memory wipe, but that was easy enough to fix. The wipe was sloppily conducted, so my guess is whoever performed it was an amateur." I completed my explanation while subconsciously tapping the four drumbeats on the console.

"That's it then? A memory wipe?" The Doctor sighed sitting on the console, elbows resting on his knees, head resting between his hands, looking tired and every day of his age. "Why would I ever agree to a memory wipe? Especially of someone who meant so much to me." He murmured to the floor.

"Oh honey, the control freak and the man who should never be controlled. The most dangerous hybrid in the universe. You would've gone to hell if she asked, and she would've."

I purred my own voice going deeper and accent becoming more prominent.

I sauntered round the console and stood between the Doctor's freakishly long legs that were dangling off the console. I raised up onto my tiptoes and tilted his chin up with the tips of my fingers, so that we were face-to-face and only centimetres apart. I could feel his cool minty breath brushing my cheek as I stared deeply into his magnificent eyes. Which he shut seconds later, then closed millimetres of the gap, waiting for me to close the rest. I fluttered my eyes shut, wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a feather light kiss to his lips.

The Doctor was the first to pull away after lingering for a few seconds, but to my surprise he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my hair, breathing in deeply.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but like all good things it was over too soon.