A: Hi, again! After watching last episodes I had to rewrite this chapter – that's why it took so long to update the story. And now it's official, their relationship is nuts. But still it's very interesting to write and think about. It's all like Yeshua and Voland from 'Master and Margarita', they both have their meaning of good. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy what I've done!

WARNING: to understand what the hell is happening in the middle of this chapter you should read it till the end.

Long P.S. About 'let Missy remind the Doctor of Clara Oswald'. I don't think the Doctor forgot her 100%. Remember the mighty 'Hell Bent'? He knew her name, when he told her the story, then there was her face on the graffiti on the TARDIS. He can do math, he learnt it was the Clara he'd been talking to. If my fuses don't sound convincing for you, just read the script of 'Hell Bent' page 61 the end of 56th something (you can find it in BBC's Script Library online, just google it). Besides, there was 'a thing' when he saw her name written in the memorial in 'For tonight we might die' (DW's spin off 'Class'). And there was even Clara's theme when the Doctor wanted to wipe out Bill's memory in 'Pilot', just listen closely. These all can't mean nothing!

Still, thank you very much for your review, Andrey258, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as well.

His story is long and includes all important and insignificant details. Just as he likes. He tells her about spaceship; he says that there was no way to save Bill without him getting hurt; and then he smirks telling her how he defeated the system; only to frown with sadness again as he reaches the part of the story when he's still blind and fakes that he is okay. Missy doesn't interrupt him even for a second, sitting close to him and brushing his hand in a soothing way, swirling circles on it's back. She's nice to him, he can't deny it, even if it sounds ridiculous. Also, it sounds very wrong. It's not like her to be all cheering up and gentle; she's as gentle as a sharp knife.

When he ends the story, he takes several minutes to take a breath and to let her say something. But she doesn't. She is not going to say anything and it disturbs him. What's on her face right now? Is she pitying him? Or gloating every second he stays blind? Either way, he's getting a feeling he shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have visited her in the first place, that was very weak and senseless of him to do so. He regrets pouring it all down at her, like a waterfall.

'Poor you,' he hears her saying. And he thinks she is sincere, she really means it, but he can't take it that easy.

He's wanted to say something, but he's instantly shut up as he feels her hands embracing his body. She runs her hand up and down his spine, her nails gently scratching the back of his coat. He feels her warm breath on his ear, and it's making him tremble. Every cell of his existing cries that this is an ambush, that he should leave the vault immediately and never return. But he's warmed by her hug, somehow she makes it quite perfect for a queen of evil. Wrong.

'Please, tell me you don't mean it,' he muffles in her shoulder.

'Okay, I don't mean it,' Missy shrugs. 'I don't really mean it, but you should be punished for what you have done.'

'What for?'

'You haven't told me it all earlier. You didn't trust me. How can you expect, as you insist all this time, me to trust you, when you don't trust me?'

Trusting Missy all over again after she vilely lied to him about Gallifrey? After that pain and grief he came through? Trusting her again after she played with his friend back on new Skaro? After what she'd done to that girl, Clara, and didn't even slightly feel guilty? This must be a trap, this must be, but he's relaxed in her grip, he's enjoying her company too much to say it all aloud. She's gently scratching his scalp in a pleasant way, waiting for his answer.

'I might need some time to learn how to trust you again,' he grits his teeth, recalling all the things she's done to him in the past.

'But do you trust me right now?' Missy asks him. Her left hand smoothly strokes the back of his neck. 'Would you trust me to teach you, to guide you, only for today?'

He must stop playing her little wicked games, but he is not sure he can stop. He's lost in her embrace, his brain shut down. As she pins her nail in the back of his head, he can't stop himself from uttering 'yes'. He feels himself softening into her hug, but it doesn't last for long.

Her hands leave his body, only to touch his temples lightly.

He can practically hear her grinning. 'You really shouldn't, Doctor.'

The Doctor wakes up on the floor, but he can't actually understand where he is. Apparently, it's some sort of closet, the place is so small, his feet and head touch the walls of it. He stands up, his head feels heavy. The Time Lord feels strange dizziness, as if he's been sleeping for a long time.

'Missy?!' he calls out for her, but she's not answering him. He moans as his word reverberating in his ears.

He tries to recall what happened to him, but it's pointless. He can't remember a thing of what's happened in the vault. He can't even remember being in the vault in the first place.

The Doctor finds a hand on the door and pushes it lightly. He can hear birds singing on his right, and there are countless talkings coming from everywhere. There is a clock ticking somewhere on his left. As he makes steps he feels a wooden floor bending. He must be in his cabinet. He shoves his hand inside of the coat, fishing his sonic glasses out of it and putting them on his nose. Yes, it is his place, though shades don't give him a picture of it. But what exactly he forgot in that cupboard he was in a moment ago?

There are four knocks on the front door to his cabinet. The Doctor frowns. Who might that be?

'Come in,' he says taking the place at his desk.

The door creaks as it is pushed lightly, and dare he say even carefully. Someone just entered the room but he isn't sure who it is, the shades don't work properly, so he stays silent, waiting for a moment the stranger speaks up.

'We need to talk.' It's Bill and she sounds worried. And quite serious. He doesn't like her tone, it could mean nothing but problems.

'What is it?' the Doctor leans towards where her voice's been just a moment ago. The door is closed with a small thump.

'It's…' she stumbles to say something, but soon after she continues, 'it's just, you lied to me.' And that's when the Doctor knows what Bill's trying to tell him, but he's not sure he wants this conversation to move on. 'Well, not technically,' she adds in the end.

His hearts swollen, as he's having his last moments of hope she's talking about something else. Maybe it's something about her home task he gave her recently? Please, let it be not about his blindness. If anything, Bill must be the last person to know about his weak points. The Doctor is her teacher after all, he must teach her, not be an object of care and pity. He doesn't want all of that, care and pity, he's strong, he can overdue his little big problem, he doesn't want Bill to feel sorry for him. He's telling her nothing, anticipating what she's going to say next.

'Why didn't you say anything?' she asks him. He can't see what emotion is on her face, but it probably is that worry he's so afraid.

'What about?' the Doctor asks her plainly, keeping his voice down so no emotion could betray him.

'You didn't make it,' she's sitting in front of him. 'You're still blind.'

The Doctor makes a restrained laugh. 'Nonsense, I can see you clearly!'

'Don't lie to me. Don't.'

''I'm not lying to you, I'm fi–'

'You've been talking all this time with your bookshelf,' Bill says. 'All this bloody time! My face is like in metre from it! Just, I can't understand why you didn't tell me. You know I care for you, right? It's not like I'll use it all against you!'

'There are reasons I don't want to talk about that,' he sounds pathetic, as he pulls his shades off. There is no need to hide now and he wants to understand why they don't work properly.

'Bullshit!' she says and he hopes no one from the corridor has heard it. 'Just… argh, would it kill you if you told me?!'

'Yes, Bill. Can we talk about something else?' he tries to change the subject, but she's not willing to do so.

'No! No, we can't! Five weeks! You know what could have killed you all these time?! You could have been hit by a car! Or missed a step and fall down dead! Or that thing in the vault could have eaten you, hey! Why don't you trust me?!' Every word she's saying is like a stab in his guts, but he is powerless to say anything in his defence. 'I care…'

'Shut up. Just stop talking, alright!' he says, his hearts pounding hard in his chest. 'You want to talk, we'll talk. For now, get out!'

'But–'

His answer is abrupt, harsh. 'I'll see you later.' After that he says nothing, clenching the shades in his hands.

What has just happened between them two? He didn't mean to sound it all like that, and he's sure she planned a friendly tete-a-tete, not an outburst.

The Doctor doesn't hear her leaving; in fact, he doesn't hear anything at all. Everything he has sensed before is blank. There is no sound of birds outside, no whispers and sudden bursts out – nothing.

'Oh, dear,' someone chuckles behind him, rolling back 'r' in 'dear'. 'You're no-o-o fun at all.'

Just as then, he remembers what happened in the vault. He put all his guards down while being in her soft embrace, and that was his biggest mistake – trusting her, even if it was only for a moment. He agreed to trust her for today, but what he didn't realise then it's he agreed to let her inside his mind. No wonder his shades weren't working properly.

'And what would you tell her, as you've just put it, later?' Her hands are on his shoulders.

'None of your business.'

'You would tell her nothing,' Missy whispers in his ear. 'I hear your thoughts quite loud, Doctor. Besides, I'm not her. You trust me.'

'Why are you doing this?'

'I want to make you see again. Well, not see, but be more confident in your steps without having hands before you. Gave an image of your new pet, so I could poke around here and there, in these big brains of yours. I know what a hard job you've done just to give me a visit. That spiral staircase – what an obstacle! So sweet you care for me that much.'

'I don't want to play your games, Missy. Let me out!' he tries to storm out of the chair but her hands on his shoulders make sure he has no succeeded.

'You know what's your real problem, Doctor?' she chuckles. 'You're a man who thinks he doesn't need help. Basically, an idiot.'

'I don't need your help,' he growls at her. 'Let me out. Missy?' she only laughs at his pathetic attempts to lose her grip on him. 'Missy!'

But he can't do anything. She is in his mind. She is in control.

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