The story of Missy from regeneration to the end of series 8, just before the Christmas Special. Also, an explanation of Seb's creation. Seb POV.

This IS NOT a seb/missy pairing fanfic. It highlights the friendship between these two characters up until the moment of Death in Heaven.

doctor x missy

What My Mistress Gave to Me

"I'm going to give the Doctor an army!" she exclaimed suddenly one evening – well, technically there was no evening in space. It's all just dark, boring stuff. Nothing to see but stars. But let's pretend that, somehow or other, it was evening, yes?

On this particular evening my Mistress was draped in her spinny leather chair, in her usual dazed fashion. Not surprisingly, since she had practically nothing to do. Occasionally she would cry out, "Decimate!" or, if she was irritated with my lack of proper response, "This is BORING!"

That was when my system was in its initial stages, lacking more than the primitive emotions, when the surroundings still seemed new…and, well, bleak. Most of the time, though, she just threw popcorn into her mouth whilst watching her 'boyfriend', the Doctor, zip back and forth across the scattered glass screens with his spiffy companions. He was simply amazing; it was like watching a real T.V show or something. All those thrilling action sequences and suspense kept me at the edge of my seat, if I had a seat. I was literally, brought up watching the Doctor.

Then, to my surprise, my Mistress jumped up abruptly, rousing me from my musings. Well, I was glad and worked my face into a big grin. There wasn't much to do in a computer screen, other than watch and smile and comply with Missy's orders for tea. So it was easy to find oneself distracted and dreaming of what it would be like to have a real seat for once. Especially since the Doctor isn't doing much upon our countless surveillance screens at the moment. He just sat there, really.

In fits of laughter she exclaimed, sweeping gracefully across the console room with her arms outstretched, "Why haven't I thought of it before? Oh, yes! The Doctor should have an army! He needs an army."

She then proceeded to rock around the TARDIS fiddling with the colourful, arrayed modules; the big ones and the small ones. Her mind, like the Doctor's, was fantastic. Even I, with my technological advantage (another way to make 'stuck in a computer screen' sound better on my resume), couldn't bring forth the purpose for each button quite as quickly. My boss's crimson fingernails flew about fluttering back and forth, all around, as if each hand had grown tiny little wings. She was excited; a rare occurrence. The last time she had been so overtaken by passion was when she had finally pieced together my interface.

She created me.

An AI with no body, just an interface.

Although she would never have admitted it, I knew she made me because she needed a companion too. I had memories embedded into my system from when I was very 'young'- so to speak, merely a string of codes with a flat, tin voice. I remembered her struggling to breath and her typing was slow. Pained. Every day, she'd talk, albeit a lot, about her adventures through time and space, her childhood friendship with the Doctor, and the fallout. It was only upon my 'awakening' that I could register colour, and finally realise the haunting beauty of her gleaming vermillion-crimson home planet: Gallifrey.

She told me all about the universe; places she'd been to, people she'd killed and her encounter with Death, literally. Although her past fascinated me, I could not but help but feel, deep down – when I had downloaded all the complex emotions that came later – a sort of… bittersweet sadness. But I learned to cover it up with the wonderful emotions of happiness and excitement which totally overpowered those of sorrow and pity.

Later, upon checking her files, I noticed something: That she had never mentioned the many times when she had tried to conquer Earth... I mean, failed to conquer Earth.

Anyway, now she was standing in front of the monitors again. A flicker. And then an image of a familiar alien popped up on one of the other screens.

Cyberman.

Those formidable creatures were absolutely fascinating. Missy's male forms also had a…nice time hanging out with those guys. I couldn't help but to envy their metallic, solid bodies. They seemed to become even more toned during these few years. Now they just look like Iron Man. Well at least I had emotions, so that was one advantage, probably. Beat that, metal suckers…haha..ha.

"Oh, look at you, my dear," my boss pursed her red lips and caressed the image, "it's time to wake up now."

My Mistress sighed as she silently considered her plan. Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and she stared intently at the polished metal creature modelled on the screen. It was going to take a lot of patience. A lot of effort, energy, and most importantly, time. Despite this, the corners of her thin lipped mouth were upturned. Nothing could kill her excitement now.

Me? Oh, I was content to bask all in her anticipation and genius. She was my master after all – or so to speak. She didn't talk or responded in ages after her major epiphany, but I knew what she was thinking in her silence. For it was all she talked about for months and months on end. Rushing in the console room, to which I was confined and rushing out again.

Cybermen army – that was what she was doing.

As I watched, I felt her enthusiasm and madness find hold and flare up once more. There was a new goal in mind. I watched her prance about in the console room. It seemed…fun. If I had legs, the first thing I would do would be to prance.

Then, she talked again. This time she spun around amidst her casual twirling to stare straight at me with her penetrating blue eyes. Nodding she began, "The Cybermen will do quite well, I think. But before we get into it, though, it seems I shall need some more…hands."

I lifted up my digital hands and beamed at her, twinkling my fingers. Holding back my laughter from my own silly joke. Of course, I couldn't do anything but speak. I speak a lot. I'd speak all day if I could. But days don't exist in space.

However, to my utmost surprise, instead of an expected sarcastic grin, she nodded seriously, "Yes and I think I should do it now."

"Wait! What are you going to do?" I asked nervously. I checked my databases to see if there was any detail I missed. But there was nothing. I gulped.

She paced towards the console and placed a hand upon a panel I hadn't seen her use before. My files restricted me from touching them, so I had no clue as to its purpose. Almost sheepishly, whilst stroking the keys, Missy slowly eased out her words, "Well, I had this all worked out a while ago. I was just waiting for the right time…"

Ignoring all my protocols now as I attempted to peer over at what she was concealing. It was all secrets and tricks today. Um, not exciting. She always told me her plans, but today…

"Sorry to um…intrude but…ah…what thing?"

"Oh, you know. You becoming a real human and that. Well, sort of. I mean, you'd still be connected to the computer. You aren't getting away, that's for sure." She was furiously flicking switches and tapping at the keyboard, entering commands in codes I only barely recognised. Such profound computing skills, my Mistress.

"You're…going to turn me into a human?!" Exclaiming a little too loud causing her to glare at me with those…fascinating eyes. But they were sort of freaky too.

"Yep."

Ah. So…she ignored the fact that she had a means to make me 'real' all along and chose not to tell me. She was my boss, what could I say? But the emotion called 'anticipation'… no…'apprehension' flooded my digitalised thoughts.

"Aw," she smiled, "look at you. Don't worry about it, you. It won't hurt a bit."

I smiled back. She pulled.

However during that split second, I felt a sharp twist and tug. The tug was incredibly powerful I was pretty sure my whole brain was going to erupt like those volcanos. No, not those volcanos. Those other ones, where they erupt without warning and blow away half the continent. Those were the scary ones and I felt like those right now. It wasn't going to work, I tried to scream, but nothing erupted from my digitalised vocal chords. Had my functions been pulverised?!

Then. Everything. Stopped.

Even though everything looked the same, something was profoundly different. There were sharp pains ripping all throughout my systems but I could see everything clear as…as day.

"Oh, Seb, look at you!" my Mistress.

As soon as my eyes had adjusted I noticed she was stood in front of me with a proud look upon her piquant features.

"It worked! You made it! Welcome to...reality." She said 'reality' with almost a whisper, giving it a magical quality.

What? I felt a strange sensation crawling up my…my skin? It was tingling and warm as if I would melt. There were things around here, surrounding me and I could…feel. Then something cold touched my left hand. I had one of those – a real one – now too! As I peered down, trying to get the hang of my new field of view, her hand tightened, digging her claw like nails into my raw skin. Ouch.

"Did you forget? First rule: the Doctor lies and so does the Master."

I had finally noticed she was talking to me directly as another… being…as another entity.

"I'm – I'm alive!" my voice came out quiet, shy...an echo of my former one it seemed but I continued, "I'm real, with hands and feet and why does everything feel so…"

"Don't worry, this whole reality thing is only going to last a few years. I'm only keeping you as companion until then. We all need one of those, to keep us from going… mad! Ha!"

"Well! What are we going to do? Now that you have another pair of hands!" I said, lifting up my two white palms to her. I could feel… blood pulsing through my veins. This was real. I was real.

Then I remembered my promise I made when I stood in the interface. To prance! My legs flew about as I tried to imitate Missy's graceful routine.

"Oh, stop that now. I don't want to decimate you now I've finally got you out."

My brain told my new appendages to stop. Then something else caught my eye. It was a face, a decently younger face than my Mistress'. I lifted one of my hands, the right one, and the one in front of me also did the same. Ha! Cool!

"Gee, don't I look young?" I heard her make an annoyed moue. "Oh. Sorry, I had to stare at your face for so long, I thought it was also what mine pretty much looked like. I'm – I'm sorry." I immediately dropped my hand.

Rolling her eyes now, my Mistress glided to the other side of the console – and it seemed so strange that I could finally press the buttons too. A blue button from the section I didn't know about caught my attention. But I quickly yanked my fingers back. Missy smirked. It was sharp upon my new skin, still raw from the transition.

"Now, now, Seb. I don't think you should worry about those anymore. Unlike the Doctor, I've gotten the hang of this thing ages ago. Of course, it took me a little while to get used to it again in – in this body."

She hovered around the console and fiddled some more with the buttons, closing the panel which I had touched. Looking up again, she placed a hand on her hip and shaking her head, she asked, "Oh, dear, dear, dear. Is there anything you need? Since... you know, you were just born. Like..um..two minutes ago."

I could feel the heat rising, and blood rushing through my skin. But something was not right. Everything was so... disorientating. The world outside the monitor... so bright.

I felt something move within my... chest... I checked my database. It was a faint drumming feeling... drums? No, it was a heart. My heart.

"Um. So. I feel kind of sick. Do you – do you have a bag?"

End of Chapter 1: What My Mistress Gave to Me

Oh, thank you so much guys for reading this chapter. This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter story, I hope you have enjoyed my depiction of Seb.
If there is any continuity errors for the series please be sure to message me and I'll humbly fix it, as I have now become a slave to the internet's scrutiny.
There will definitely be more as I go through to
Where to go in the future? Seb becomes used to being human. Missy gets even more obsessed with the Doctor.

Thanks again
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by CouncilofAkarem

My wonderful and amazing editor/beta readers: Arkoúda Férei andAlzaški