AN-Here's the second chapter! Sorry it took so long.
Missy on the Orient Express
Chapter One
Missy
I find many things amusing.
For example, I could be watching a children's television show so bizarre that I can't help but laugh. Or I could be seeing the Doctor realize what my plan is and even just imagining the look on his face as he struggles to come up with a way to stop me is quite funny as well.
Or I could be killing a clever clog and the expression they make when they realize I've outwitted them right before I pull the trigger is just the best.
But I must say, seeing the pure shock and horror that just spread across Clara's face as soon as she saw me and realized I was still alive after being seemingly vaporized by a stray Cyberman was most definitely amongst the more amusing moments in my life.
Snickering softly, I asked her, "Did you miss me?"
She didn't answer, obviously still trying to get over her shock.
I smiled sweetly as I looked around at her house, noticing not for the first time how dreadfully boring it was. "Y'know, you really should redecorate this place."
"W...What...?" She managed to squeak out.
I grinned. "Well, this is a surprise! Here I thought you wouldn't be able to speak for at least another thirty seconds!"
I slowly applauded. "Well done, dearie!"
"What are you...?"
"Hm?"
She just stared at me, obviously still overwhelmed by my sudden appearance. Eventually, I grew bored of staring at her and waiting for her to say something. And so I continued telling her what I thought about her decorating.
"As I was originally saying, this place could really use some sprucing up. I mean, just look at this place! There aren't any flowers around or exciting pictures nor are there any traps!"
"Traps?"
I merely smiled. "Traps are my flirting, dear."
She went quiet, and so I continued. "I'm just saying that if I were the Doctor's companion, I would take as many pictures as I could and post them all over... Oh what was it again... Face time? No. Face brook? No, that's just silly... Oh right! Facebook! I would post it all over that silly 'social media' website to show my so called 'friends' what they're missing!"
I continued strolling around, taking in the dull sights of her little house.
"And then I would take those same pictures and put them all over my walls; as a memento, of course."
Turning back around, Clara was staring indignantly at me, her face going red. Smirking, I told her, "You really shouldn't go red like that, dear. It's rather unbecoming of that pretty face of yours."
It was at that moment that she found her voice again. "Missy..."
"Yes?"
She took a deep breath and then shouted, "What the hell are you doing here?!"
Merely raising an eyebrow at her outburst, I shrugged and told her, "I have plans for you and the Doctor."
"Okay," She stammered, still angry. "First of all, how are you still alive?"
"Well-"
"And what are you doing in my house?!"
"That's actually-"
"And have you been sending me those weird notes all day?!"
As she finally stopped for breath, I told her, "Well dearie, I'm in your house because yes, I have been sending you those 'weird notes' to let you know I was still alive." I smiled. "I do so love to put on a good show."
She sighed as I continued, "And as for how I'm still alive, well..."
I smirked. "Let's just say that death is for other people."
She groaned and rubbed her forehead before she paused and asked, "Wait, did you say you had plans for the Doctor and me?"
"Yep!"
"What sort of plans?" She nervously asked.
I shrugged. "I was just going to bring you and the Doctor on a nice, relaxing vacation."
"What?"
"Well, since you've been working so very hard at your silly teaching job and you haven't seen the Doctor for a while, I figured I may as well."
She just glared at me while I smiled in return.
"Seriously? You're honestly expecting me to believe that you're just going to bring us on a 'relaxing vacation'?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't you?"
She huffed. "How do we even know you don't have anything sneaky in mind for this so called 'vacation'?"
I grinned. "Oh, you don't! That's why it'll be so much fun!"
She shook her head before saying, "Well, I'm not doing it. And I don't think I need to explain why!"
A tense silence fell between us as she stared at me, gauging my reaction. And she jumped when my reaction was laughter.
"Oh, poppet, you crack me up sometimes!"
"What?"
"Well, I already knew I wasn't going to be able to just drag you and the Doctor on a vacation! You two are ever too good to ever do something for little ol' me..."
"Get to the point, Missy!"
I rolled my eyes at her impatience. "Fine, fine. I'll get on with it."
Smiling sweetly, I brought my wrist up and Clara barely had a second to register the vortex manipulator wrapped around it before I pressed a button and there he was.
Clara's eyes widened quite comically again as she stared at the nauseous Doctor, who was catching his breath on the floor.
"Doctor?!"
"Ugh... Hi Clara."
Another few seconds passed before she walked up to him and helped him sit up. Soon, he had recovered and so she asked, "Doctor, what's going on?"
"Well..." He uncertainly began before sighing. "It's complicated."
"How complicated?"
"Well, I had just finished a trip to one of my favorite libraries - I'll have to bring you there sometime - and I was on my way back to the TARDIS when..."
He fell silent, making Clara visibly nervous as I smiled.
"Doctor, what did she do?"
He stayed quiet for a few more moments before sighing and bluntly telling her, "She's stolen the TARDIS."
Silence.
And then...
"She what?!"
I giggled. "Oh yes, dearie. I've stolen and hidden his TARDIS."
"How?!"
I shook my head. "Ah, but that would be telling, poppet."
She glared at me, which I merely smiled at before the Doctor continued.
"Yes, she's stolen the TARDIS and the key and hidden them somewhere. And the only way to get them back is to do what she says."
"Oh no!" Clara exclaimed, adamantly shaking her head. "No way! There is no chance in ANY of the seven circles of hell I'll be doing ANYTHING she tells me to!"
"Oh? Why not?" I innocently asked.
She shot me a lethal look. "You used dead bodies and minds to create a freaking Cybermen army which you tried to give to the Doctor as a twisted birthday present! And my boyfriend was among them!"
I pouted. "You make it sound as if I did something bad, my dear Clara."
She looked just about ready to tear me to shreds - which would've been quite amusing - when the Doctor had to unfortunately open his mouth and say, "Look Clara. I don't like it any more than you do. But we need the TARDIS back and Missy's the only one who can give us that!"
Clara glowered at him before sighing and rubbing her forehead. "Can't you just look for it?"
He shook his head. "I've tried and nothing has worked. And besides, if Missy is able to steal my ship and keys without me noticing, she could just as easily do it again."
Clara stayed silent for a long moment before she sighed and asked, "And what exactly does she want?"
"Hellooooooooo? I'm standing right here!" I exclaimed, offended that she so blatantly ignored me.
Clara grumbled, rolled her eyes and asked, "Fine. What do you want?"
I smiled. "There you go, see? That wasn't so difficult, now was it?"
The Doctor groaned. "Look, just hurry up! We have places to go and things to see!"
"Fine, Mr. Grumpy Pants!" I groaned at his impatience before smiling and gleefully proclaiming; "We're going to be going on the Orient Express 2.0!"
They both stared at me before Clara said, "The Orient Express? The one with the mummy and the supercomputer called Gus?"
"That's right!"
"But wasn't it destroyed?"
I rolled my eyes and dramatically sighed. "That's why it's the Orient Express 2.0! You hear that? Two Point Oh! And you call yourself a school teacher?! Honestly!"
Clara glared at me before sighing. "Doctor, are there no other alternatives?"
He shook his head.
Clara screwed her eyes shut, utterly exasperated before she finally groaned and said, "I don't want to do this... But we need the TARDIS back... So..."
I patiently waited until she finally shouted, "Ugh, FINE! I'll do it!"
I smiled and turned to the Doctor. "And what about you, handsome?" I purred.
He impassively stared me. "You already know my answer."
"Great!" I exclaimed and before either of them could blink, I used my vortex manipulator and teleported us to where we needed to go.
Doctor
With a violent lurch, I was tossed to the ground as the haze of the teleportation began to fade. As my senses cleared, I became aware of where we were.
It was obviously a dock of some sorts, as birds similar to Earth's seagulls were swirling around above us and I could distinctly smell something salty in the air as well, similar to the ocean.
"Ugh... Where are we?" I heard Clara groan.
"You're on the docking planet, Axos, dearie. This is where a wide range of boats, ships and trains come to restock, refuel and be boarded. Right Doctor?"
Sighing, I sat up and tasted the air. "She's right. That's exactly where we are."
"Okay..." Clara groaned as she sat up. "So where is this 'Orient Express 2.0'?"
"Just up ahead. The whole docking station will be quite crowded unfortunately. But we can live with that. Now let's get a move on! The train leaves in thirty minutes!"
We got up and began walking towards the docking station. Soon however, I purposely slowed down so that Clara was ahead of us and I took the time to ask, "Missy?"
"Hm?"
"You will keep your end of the bargain and give me my TARDIS back, right?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'll return it! Don't worry so much!"
I grabbed her by the wrist and turned her around. "Missy, I want you to promise me that my ship will be returned along with the key safe and sound!"
She stared at me and with a sincere look in her eyes, told me, "I promise to return your ship safely after our trip is over."
She then leaned up and kissed me.
"Is that enough for you?" She softly asked, caressing my face.
I nodded. "Yes, thank you."
She smiled before walking away as I followed.
We both caught up to Clara not long after and soon, we had arrived at the docks.
It was rather impressive, if you ignored how noisy, crowded and smelly it was. There were ships and boats off to the right, some cars, stations, shops and other such things in the centre across from us and to the left, we saw a large crowd.
"Ah! There it is!" Missy exclaimed, hurrying over to where the crowd was. We both followed and soon, we saw it.
The Orient Express 2.0.
It looked almost identical to the one Clara and I were on, except larger. There were more carts that were bigger in size and I couldn't even see the other end of it as it had an increased length.
It was certainly something to behold but before we could get any closer, Clara suddenly stopped.
"Wait."
"Hm? Something wrong, poppet?"
"Well, this is a high class train, right?"
"Obviously."
"Well, our clothes sure aren't 'high class'!"
I looked down and saw that Clara had a point. However, Missy just smiled in response. "Don't worry, poppet. I've gotten that all sorted out."
"You have?"
"Yep! Just wait here a tick."
And before either of us could say or do anything, she was gone.
Clara and I were silent as we watched her retreating figure before she asked me, "Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think she has anything sneaky in mind for this trip?"
I sighed. "Who can say? She very well could. But we don't have much choice, so let's just hope for the best."
Clara bit her lip and nodded as we waited for Missy's return.
To be continued
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