Part 3: Winter Wonderland
"Under one condition," the Doctor lifted his index finger as a warning, "You will behave yourself."
Missy gave him the sweetest of smiles. "Anything you want, love."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. He still felt like taking Missy to Winter Wonderland would be a huge mistake that he was going to regret deeply.
"I mean it. No wandering off, no torturing or killing people, no setting alien creatures of any kind free," he warned.
"Yes, yes, love, now, can we go?" Missy asked impatiently, already starting to enter the coordinates into the TARDIS.
"And hands off my TARDIS," he gently pushed her away from the console, "Earth, London, Hyde Park, 2014. Winter Wonderland, I hope you're covered by insurance."
Missy gasped as the Doctor opened the door to what appeared to be the most fabulous Christmas market in the entire universe. She took his hand before he could refuse and dragged him across the market. The Doctor noticed that her eyes were widened in awe and he started to hope that maybe this time nothing would go wrong, maybe this time she would actually behave like a normal human being.
"It's a shame about all these people though," Missy commented when they had pushed through a big crowd. Christmas music was playing everywhere and he could hardly hear her over it.
"Why?" he asked.
"The crowds are annoying. I feel like dropping an atomic bomb on them or something, but then again, I guess that would kind of put a damper on the Christmas spirit."
"You promised," he reminded her gently and with a warm smile to tell her that he knew she was joking.
A stranger suddenly bumped into the Doctor, causing him to let go of Missy's hand. When he turned back around to where she had been standing, she was gone. The Doctor turned around and around, looking everywhere, but Missy was nowhere to be seen. He uttered a few curses under his breath.
"So much for not wandering off," he said and started walking along the wooden chalets, hoping to find her very soon. She couldn't have gone so very far in just a few seconds.
Two hours had passed and there was still not a single trace of Missy. The Doctor was starting to get worried she might have already disobeyed another one of his rules and hurt someone when he finally spotted her, sitting in one of the tents next to several men. When the Doctor approached he noticed that something appeared to be very, very wrong with all of these men. Two seemed to be sleeping, heads on the table and the third was still sitting halfway upright, but looking sick.
"There you are, love!" Missy screamed as she saw him and waved, grinning broadly.
The Doctor carefully stepped closer and examined the situation. The tent smelled suspiciously of alcohol.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
Missy waved a hand dismissively and he now noticed that she was swaying slightly.
"Ohh, you know, nothing much. These. . . gentlemen challenged me to a drinking contest," she said with a heavy slur. At this moment the head of the third man dropped to the table and he began snoring loudly. Missy chuckled, "I won."
The Doctor groaned in annoyance. This was such a typical thing for her do to.
"You're drunk," he said disapprovingly and offered Missy his hand to help her stand up.
"Just a little tipsy," she giggled and made a gesture with the one hand that wasn't grabbing on to him.
"No, you're hammered and now I have to carry you all the way back to the TARDIS," the Doctor was surprised at how gently his voice sounded.
"Just like the old days, Thete," she drawled as she nuzzled against his chest.
"I'm just glad you didn't pick a fight today. I think you'd have lost. Now, come on, let's get back," he grabbed Missy at her waist and started to slowly drag her along.
"Wanna know somethin'?" she asked with a smile as they were walking back over the Christmas market.
"Do I? I'm not sure."
Missy started giggling again. "I cheated. I put hypervodka in their drinks."
The Doctor couldn't help but smile. Some thing truly never changed. "You're a naughty girl."
Missy pushed herself in front of him, holding on to his collar to hold herself steady.
"I'm your naughty girl," she said and pulled him down by the collar for a long and passionate kiss.
