Chapter 10

Folding her arms Evelyn watched the Doctor change in to his smarter attire, his black Crombie jacket and waist coat, simple white dress shirt, slim fitted black trousers and his black brogue boots. "Where are you going?"

The Doctor pulled his sleeves out the end of his jacket "You'll find out."

"When?"

He turned to face her, doing up his waist coat. "Soon."

"But…"

The Doctor held her face in both hands and kissed her "Shush now."

"Was that just to shut me up?"

"Possibly." He smiled. "Now, I'm going to move the TARDIS. Be near the bathroom…"

"…thanks…" She blushed

"…then be in your room or the nursery. I won't be long." He kissed her again, longer this time, making Evelyn feeling like she could float. He placed a hand on her cheek "Pira jyel loma qutCH"

Evelyn held on to his hand but frowned "What?"

The Doctor dropped his hand "Its Gallifreyan." He smiled, starting to walk backwards out of the room. "Maybe I'll tell you what it means one day."

…

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, taking in his surroundings.

It wasn't your typical lying low hide-out. A black iron gate stood in front of the pebbly path leading to the stone steps up to the large grey Victorian style villa, surround by various brightly coloured New Jupiter flowers and a purple front door with a brass knocker. The only thing that possibly made it a hide-out was the fact that the heavy looking curtains were closed. They could peak out but no one could see in.

Taking a deep breath, the Doctor opened the gate and headed up the steps. He had done many things in his life but he didn't think he had ever felt as nervous as he did right now, knocking the brass against the door.

"Doctor?" Missy raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? Where's Evelyn?"

"It doesn't matter." He tried to keep the nerves out of his voice "Can I come in?"

"If you tell me where my daughter is."

The Doctor sighed "She's resting in the TARDIS." 'That's not technically a lie.' He thought to himself.

"Why?"

"We've been travelling around a lot." 'Okay that parts a lie.' He thought

"Doesn't she want to see me?" Missy sounded slightly hurt

"I don't know. She doesn't know I'm here." He put his hands in his pockets. "Can I come in please?"

She stepped aside, allowing The Doctor to step in to the grand looking corridor. It appeared that in decorating terms that New Jupiter was still stuck in the Victorian times, which looked even more outdated against the modern technology.

Missy sat in a large leather chair and poured tea in to a white floral china cup as The Doctor sat on the patterned sofa, she passed it to him. "So this about?" She passed him two sugar cubes. "I'm assuming this isn't a curtesy call?"

The Doctor slurped his tea. "No, no it's not curtesy call…" He put his drink on the table, avoiding the white lace runner. "…Missy, I need your permission."

"My permission?" Missy snorted. "For what?"

He stayed quiet and just rung his hands together, his hearts pounding. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should have just done it instead of having to ask his nemesis. He never thought in a million years that this would happen. If her Mother was still alive he would have asked her instead, but that would be complicated in a whole different way…

"Well?" Missy pressed. "What do you need my permission for?"

"Maybe not permission." The Doctor sighed. "More like I need to ask you for something."

Missy frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Missy. I would like to ask you for your daughter's hand in marriage."

Missy slowly put her cup down on her side table. "Excuse me?"

"Don't make me ask again."

"Then I can't give you my answer."

The Doctor sighed, looking Missy straight in the eye. "Missy. I would like to ask you for your daughter's hand in marriage."

"Well, well, well." Missy grinned "You want to marry my daughter." She reached for a biscuit. "What if I say no?"

"I'm asking you because I feel that I should." He said. "You have never been in Evelyn's life, you should do this for her…"

"What even makes you think she wants to marry you? You aren't the only Time Lord left now, we know that, there could be someone on Gallifrey better suited…"

The Doctor stood "Oh yeah because everyone wants to marry the daughter of The Master, bring him in to the family! I don't care, I've dealt with you so many times, we used to be friends…"

Missy stood also "That doesn't mean you can marry my daughter! She won't have feelings for you!"

"She does!"

"It's probably pity!"

"Its not, trust me."

Missy walked to stand directly in front of him, eyes narrowed. "Try me."

"I can't. But I know. She's said plenty of times she wants to stay with me." The Doctor folded his arms. "Is it a yes or no? Not that it matters because I'll ask her anyway."

Missy narrowed her eyes. "There's something you're not telling me."

"It's not my place to tell you."

"You used to tell me everything…"

"Don't guilt trip me!" The Doctor said "That was before you started to do things for all the wrong reasons!"

"This concerns my daughter…!"

"Who you were never there for!"

"I didn't know she existed!" Missy screamed "Tell me what's going on, is she dying or something?!"

"No of course not! She's pregnant for crying out loud!" The Doctor realised what he had just said, the colour drained from his face. "And on that note I'll be leaving…"

Missy rushed to the door way. "Oh no you are not!" She stood with her hands on her hips. "Is it yours?"

"No, it's a Zygones, of course it's mine!"

"How dare you!" She slapped him across the face. "How dare you do that to my daughter?"

"Hey it wasn't just me! We love each other Missy! I haven't loved anyone like this before. Not even my first wife – its been so long I don't even remember her name – you were there, you were my best man, you knew how much I loved her."

Missy gave him a serious look. "Do you really love her?"

"Yes."

"You'll protect her?"

"With my life."

"And my grandchild?"

"Again, with my life." The Doctor gave her a begging look. "So? Can I have Evelyn's hand in marriage?"