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Okay, let's think about this.
My deceased mother is standing right in front of me. What do you think my reaction would be? Something along the lines of oh my god I missed you so much with a bit of hugging thrown in there, right? Well, you can stop yourself right there, because here's the deal: I have never missed my mom, not once in my life. I've never met her before. Everything I know about her, as well as all of my emotional attachment to her, comes from that TV show, Doctor Who. So if I had to choose who I had more emotional attachment or detachment for, I'd choose Missy.
That's why I was backed against the wall, looking between the two hurriedly, trying to figure out who I should be more petrified about.
"Now that that's out of the way…" Missy strided over to the airlock. "You know what this airlock is? I'll tell you. It's pants."
"What do you mean?" Clara asked. She transferred the worried look she had been giving me onto Missy.
"I mean that today might be the day." Missy answered, dragging the "today" and "the day."
"What day?" Clara asked nervously.
"The day I kill the both of you." Missy said flatly.
I had been using this time of conversation to catch my breath, and Missy saying that certainly didn't help. That wasn't how it went in the show. She had said "the day I kill you" in the show. Missy should never have said "the both of." She should also never have tapped me on the head and told me to wake up. Which meant that my being there had already started changing the timelines.
Missy's hand suddenly lunged for the circular door controls. Slowly, she began to move it.
"What are you doing? Are you opening it?" At this point, Clara sounded halfway between accusatory and frightened.
"Yeah, of course." The insane Time Lady said as if it were obvious.
"Missy, we'll get sucked out!"
"The three of us together, off we go. Let's make jam."
Jam we did not make. The door opened, but we all stayed standing. By this point I had gathered my wits enough to walk up to the open door, where Clara and Missy were both standing as Missy stretched her arm out into what appeared to be the emptiness of space.
She gasped. "It's warm, isn't it?" She looked back at me. "For deep space, anyway." Missy moved her arms so that both of her hands were touching the jambs of the doorway and lifted her leg up.
"What are you doing?" Clara inquired.
"Treading softly." Came the mysterious answer.
Carefully, Missy set both of her feet in deep space, then let go of the "space station", Clara following soon after. My mom turned back to me and held out her hand as Missy explained how we were on a planet.
"Come on, it's alright." Her voice was soothing. It was a voice I had never expected to hear in reality, and it filled me with warmth. So much, in fact, that I had to force down a smile. I had to remind myself that I was in a shit situation, and I was most certainly not happy. "You're taking this rather well, you know."
"I don't need a hand." I grumbled, perhaps a bit harshly. To prove my point I stepped out without hesitation and walked right past her. I immediately regretted my tone of voice, however, when I saw her caring smile turn into a frown.
I waited for a few seconds, anticipating Clara's next line, but it never came. I figured she must have still been contemplating my behavior, so I decided that I would steal it from her to help keep things on track.
"That's ridiculous." I shot at Missy.
"Now, why would you of all people say that, Emma?"
My eyes widened. My fists clenched. I completely froze up. The Doctor knowing who I am? Yeah, I guess that's fine. Besides, now I know how exactly he knows me. After all, it looked like I was stuck in the past. But the Doctor wasn't a mad nutjob that loved to watch the universe burn. So when Missy said my name, I was internally screaming. But I couldn't let her see how it was getting to me. Never display your weaknesses in front of an enemy. So, i clenched my teeth, took a deep breath through my nose, and listened to Missy continue speaking.
"But, yes, I suppose it is ridiculous. I mean, how would you ever find your glasses, or the little girls' room? And what if you kissed an ugly?" She looked at her hand, and I knew that she was seeing dirt there. "Unless, when you're part of the atmosphere, you start syncing with the spectrum."
"Why would anybody hide a whole planet?" Clara spoke.
Behind her, shapes in the form of sci-fi buildings began arising from the dark, and a blue sky began to appear above us. "That would rather depend upon the planet, dear." Missy spoke faintly.
All around us, the scenery finalized it's changing, and our location became clear to Missy.
"No." She gasped, and somewhere out there I knew the Doctor was saying the same. "They've built it again, they've brought it back. No, no. No."
"What?" Clara asked, still left in the dark. "What is it? Where are we?"
"Skaro." I said simply, knowing that Missy would explain the rest.
"What's Skaro?"
"The beginning." Missy told her cryptically. "Where it all started. This is the planet of the Daleks."
"Correct." A familiar metallic vocalization rang out.
A shiver ran down my spine. I had encountered the Daleks multiple times before, and each time I was only a hair away from losing my life. Not to mention their cold, steely voice that reminded you of how there was no negotiating with them. Perhaps that's why my heart leapt out of my chest and my eyes widened to the size of saucers even though I knew what I would see when I turned my head.
"You will follow. Resistance or escape attempts will result in extermination." The Dalek ordered.
"Yes, alright. No need to get up on that high horse of yours." Missy told the Dalek before it turned around and began moving towards the city. Reluctantly, we all followed.
A little while before reaching the center of the city, I began running through my head the events that would take place next. Then, as I remembered what was about to happen, I nearly tripped over my own two feet and had to take a deep breath to sort out my uneven breathing.
I leaned a little to my left, whispering, "Missy, I don't have a vortex manipulator."
She gasped. "Oh, that's right! Well, this is sure to be interesting."
I growled at her as quietly as I could. "Can you please take this seriously? I might die here!"
"Better grab the popcorn, then. Can't wait to see you wiggle yourself out of this predicament you little Houdini."
I sighed furiously and shook my head with a scowl on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Clara looking at me skeptically, but she instantly looked away when she saw me looking.
During the rest of the walk I tried scouring my memories to figure something out that could prevent this seemingly inevitable death of mine. But we were already really close to the building where the scene would take place and my memories of the episodes were pretty clouded. I could remember major details and things that were said, but something as little as the placement of the Daleks in the room, or how far away from the Daleks the door was? Forget it. My memory has never been that good.
We reached the center building far too soon in my opinion. Perhaps another century or two would've been better. At least that way I could die in peace… -ish. The Dalek had ordered us "three humanoids" to enter, it following close behind. Navigating through a few hallways, we entered the control room. All Daleks in the room turned to face towards us.
But Clara's attention wasn't on the Daleks at the moment. It was on- "The TARDIS." She stated. "How did she get here?"
"It has been procured." The answer came from the Supreme Dalek as a laser gun was lowered from the ceiling.
"Yeah? Yeah, well, if you're trying to get inside, you can't." Clara declared, sounding very sure of herself. "Nothing can enter the TARDIS."
"The TARDIS will not be entered." The Supreme Dalek corrected. "The TARDIS will be destroyed."
Clara chuckled. "Yeah, well, good luck because she's indestructible."
"Did the Doctor tell you that because you should never believe a man about a vehicle." Missy counteracted Clara's claim.
"Or his driving skills." I grumbled.
"Mmm, yes. That too." Missy agreed before beginning to walk around the room, in between the Daleks. What was about to happen hit me again and I promptly began scanning the room for a way to survive.
A straight run for the door wouldn't do anything but get me killed. After all, we all saw how far it got Clara. So if you can't fight, can't flight, and can't freeze, then what can you do in a situation like this? Answer: You can hide. And there was only one place to hide in this room.
The TARDIS was still alive and humming. But even so there wasn't much time left; I still had to get inside.
I felt a hand grab mine, snapping me back to the present. I hadn't even noticed Missy's "death". Now it was Clara's turn. And if she didn't let go of my hand: mine as well. I couldn't just drop it though, she would definitely assume something was wrong. Other than the fact that some raging killer tanks were about to kill us, of course.
So when Clara whispered "run" in my ear, I went along with it. I ran, that is, until I heard the Daleks screaming "exterminate!" Then I stopped, letting go of Clara's hand, dropped and rolled, effectively dodging the death rays coming my way. However, the same couldn't be said for Clara. I didn't pause for a second, running to the nearest Dalek and hoisting myself up so that I was on top of it's casing. I began jumping from Dalek to Dalek, aiming towards the TARDIS. Snapping my fingers, the TARDIS doors opened, and I leaped inside, landing in a heap on the TARDIS floor. I raised my arm up and gave the middle finger to the Daleks outside before closing the doors with a snap of my fingers. I put my head down, laying there on the grating, and hoped that I wouldn't be dispersed into atoms along with the TARDIS.
As it turns out, the TARDIS has a built in defense system for when lifeforms are aboard the ship and the Hostile Action Dispersal System is activated. I knew because I actually had a body to move when all was said and done.
Well, perhaps not completely done.
I woke up to a dematerializing TARDIS. The Old Girl must really not like me if she would leave me stranded on the planet of the Daleks. But if that was the case, then why did she let me in in the first place? Perhaps she knew that I was traveling with a future Doctor and didn't want me to die just yet. But then again, Skaro isn't exactly human-friendly. So why would she-
Just then, a ludicrous thought occurred to me.
No. She couldn't possibly hate me that much. I thought.
How else could I get off this godforsaken planet, though? That's why, with a dejected sigh, I ran out the control room door (death ray free thankfully, thanks to the Daleks being overwhelmed by their own sewers) and through multiple hallways as soon as the TARDIS had fully dematerialized and left me behind. I had ran past a room, but as soon as I heard a Dalek saying, "you are a Time Lord" I backed up and ran into the room.
There, standing in the middle of the room and surrounded by Daleks, was Missy.
She had turned a complete circle before speaking. "You know what?" She smirked. "I just had a very clever idea."
Then she noticed me. "Oh! Look who's come to join the party. Come on," Missy beckoned me to stand next to her, "it's alright. I don't bite… much." She snickered.
With a nice "fuck you" face clearly plastered on, I walked over to Missy.
Next thing I knew, I was being grabbed by my arms and had her voice whispering in my ear. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun, poppet." Her malicious grin was the last thing I saw before her arm came barreling down and knocked me out cold.
Chapter 6 is up and much faster than I thought it'd be! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and remember, me receiving a review is like the 11th Doctor receiving fish fingers with custard.