So I had an odd dream- it gave me plot bunnies- I give you this story. It shouldn't interfere with canon, I don't own anything and sorry about Missy's OOCness but it's part of the plot so *shrugs*. Hope you enjoy!
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Missy had a companion once. A long time ago, before she turned everyone into cybermen but after she faced the wrath of the Time Lord Council. Not her first but she dearly hoped the last- not that the Doctor would find out for a long time.
"One last chance at being good, eh?" She had justified it to herself, seeing as the drums were no more and she had a completely new body to test out.
She had chosen as the Doctor would. A young, vaguely pretty girl (their opinions did differ on beauty it seems) and a dreamer, as the two of them had been. She made sure the girl was intelligent and decided that bravery would come later, to be learned- after all, that's what keeps losing the Doctor's companions.
It also didn't hurt that she had good fashion sense.
Missy approached the girl carefully, on her way home from work as she knew the path she took and how few people also walked it. The girl had been wary, huge grin and kind eyes covering the way she was mentally going through ways to incapacitate or even kill the people around her if they came too close- at that moment they consisted of Missy and a bloke turning off that street into a side alley. Of course, normal humans couldn't tell this, but it only took the Time Lady a brush against her uncomplicated human mind for all the girl's thoughts to come tumbling to her feet.
The current threat was perceived as Missy apparently- and the current method seemed to be to go for the eye with the keys wrapped around her fingers like brass knuckles then run, aim for the nose or call an ambulance depending on the effect. Apparently she was banking on having to deal another blow and the umbrella is the most likely weapon to have to disarm.
Missy likes her already, more than she thought she would (and she had chosen based around the idea that she would have to like them).
"Excuse me?" The girl keeps walking but Missy can almost feel the spike in her adrenaline as the girl's fingers tighten around the keys, gently prodding them between them so they stick out and drawing her thumb outside of her fist and underneath so she doesn't break it. Missy repeats herself and the girl stops, glancing back nervously with a confident smile stretched over the emotion.
"Um, are you speaking to me?" Missy smiles and the girl tenses the muscles in her legs, preparing to run.
"Yes, I am. You see I was just wondering if you could tell me where your coat was from? It's awfully lovely." The girl relaxes slightly, the grin becoming more honest with the compliment.
"It's actually from a charity shop. I'm not sure where it originally came from- thank you though, your clothes are really nice too." Slowly the girl leans away, as if sensing an end to the conversation and the situation which Missy knows is still terrifying her, "Where are they from?" She adds as an afterthought, interest sparked in her mind softening her expression even in the harsh glare of the streetlamp.
"Oh, they're tailor-made- from a little shop in the late Edwardian era." Missy is certain she has caught her now. All the Doctor's companions took the bait at about this point in the conversation. She knows, she's processed the data. The girl's mind weighs up the inaccuracies and her smile returns to one of polite interest.
Missy can't believe it.
"How lovely. Have a good evening, miss." The human thinks she's senile.
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Review if you want more, I mean I'll probably write a few more chapters anyway but reviews motivate me and you'll probably get a longer story
