A/N: I do not own Doctor Who or Sherlock, just this tangled brilliant mess of story! Please review! -MOTH (Maiden of the Heavens)
At the End of the World: Part I
'Some are inspired, some run away, and some go mad…'
Missy paced in front of the Untempered Schism. The knife she held in her was sharp and dripping red with blood, it also stained her hands. The scent of death and blood caked the air, and the Time Lady could not help smiling. She stopped pacing and glanced down at her blood-soaked outfit, it used to be a beautiful Air Force blue empire waist dress with long sleeves, the dress fluttered out to her ankles. Now it was covered in bloody handprints and torn in various places, her little fire brick red bowler hat with a daisy tucked in it was what Missy thought was adorable askew on the right side of her head. Her ankle boots were carnelian, so all the blood that had gotten on her dress just seemed to pull the entire outfit together. At least it did to her, to anybody else she would have looked insane.
She stepped around the dead Time Lords in their heavy carmine colored robes and their heavy golden shoulder pads, their golden high fold collars and smooth protective golden helmet made them look like deformed turtles. The life liquid from their bodies had soaked into venetian red grass and orange earth, Missy began humming The Final Countdown by the band Europe.
"Mother…" at the sound name humans called the female who had given birth to them, Missy turned around to her twin daughters, Rebecca and Catherine. She had had crafted herself a brand-new vortex manipulator, making a promise to herself that she would not lose her other daughters to the Doctor, like she had losther beloved Corentine. Missy then traveled to different timelines and found what she was looking for, or rather who. She took her own baby daughter from when she was still the Master away from Gallifrey and the dangers that she knew the Time Lords would submit poor Rebecca too. Missy then traveled to an alternate timeline once more, where she was still the Master but was happily married to a very pregnant Lucy Saxon. Missy had to wait until the child was born before she could steal her away. Her beloved Catherine was reunited with her other parent, who was now female instead of male, and her half-sister, Rebecca.
Catherine was not like her sister, Rebecca was taller than her by a hair. But were Rebecca was full Time Lady, Catherine was only half. The licorice black hair dye that Catherine used to match her sister had begun to fade and the roots of her true hair color were beginning to gleam through. It was gorgeous white blonde, thick and silky, it pained Missy's hearts to watch her daughter hide the only trait she had gotten from her human mother, Lucy. Catherine plopped down on the blood soaked red grass and orange dirt below. She took out the contacts she wore to match Rebecca's amber orbs. Her eyes were actually the color the Master's had been when he was the Master of the World. They were a very murky brown, she crushed the contacts in between her fingers and smooshed them into the ground beneath her hand. Catherine did not even care that her tea length tea rose orange dress was now getting coated in blood and red grass stains. She stretched out her legs and stared down at her matching chukka boots.
Her thin and long fingers still gripped longsword she had used to help her "mother" slay the other Time Lords. It was still coated in blood, Catherine wanted to wash it off, she wanted to use the TARDIS she had found while exploring the place that Missy and the Doctor used to call home. Catherine needed to find Corentine, could she save her youngest half-sibling from her mother's horrid plan?
Catherine knew that if Missy found about her plan to rebel, her mother would probably slaughter her too. Catherine glanced over at her nine-month older sister, Rebecca. Rebecca's hair had come loose from the twin buns she had twisted them in before they had come to Gallifrey. Rebecca's bitter black licorice locks cascaded down her back near her waist, she held a butterfly knife in each hand, it was slick with the blood of the slaughtered Time Lords, the blood trickled down to Rebecca's wrists. She even had a smear on her cheek, there was a splash of it on the corner of her fairytale pink box pleated skirt. Her button down over blouse was sprinkled with it, giving the butterfly pattern that decorated it spotted wings.
Catherine could see that her sister's eyes were hollowed from emotion but wild with the insanity that Untempered schism had yanked out of her. When they had landed in Gallifrey clinging to the fabric of their mother's dress like frightened kittens, Missy had pried them off, when they located the Untempered schism, Rebecca had walked in front of it as if she was in a trance. Then Catherine saw it, she watched as her sister fell to knees and screamed and howled yanking at her hair and clutching her head. The Untempered schism had caused her sister to go mad.
"Drums! Mother, they won't stop! Mother, please them stop, please!" Rebecca wailed, Missy held her close for a moment, a wicked grinning spreading across Missy's face.
"Making these ancient geezers bleed will stop the drums, my darling Rebecca. I promise…" Missy lied.
Catherine turned to run, but her mother caught by the arm and practically yanked it out of the socket. Missy pushed Catherine to her knees and forced her to gaze into the untempered schism. Catherine did not go mad like Rebecca, no all she wanted to do was run, and when the Time Lords finally caught up to them, her only way out was to either let them kill her or she could kill them.
Catherine chose the latter, she hauled herself to feet and sheathed her long sword after it wiping it clean of ick and gore in the grass. Missy was too busy consoling a now sobbing into fits of manic laughter Rebecca.
Catherine ran, she ran until her chest ached for air and the muscles in her legs felt like jelly. The Half Time Lady daughter of the Master and Lucy stared at the TARDIS, whose chameleon circuit was still functional. It looked like a wooden door with the heavy lion knocker, she struggled to open the door, but when she was able to get inside and slammed the door shut, she almost wept in relief. She staggered over to the control panel, she had lost her stupid chukka boots, the metal gave her aching feet a sense of relief, she nearly whimpered.
She wanted to get revenge for her mother, Lucy. It wasn't her mother's fault that she fell for the Master, his charms, and his ability to play with Time itself as if it were playdo. Catherine managed to get the TARDIS to function and was able to locate the lavatory. She let the TARDIS whirl and spin through Timespace.
Catharine shed away her bloody clothes and let the hot water pour over, the cheap dye she used to get her hair to match Rebecca's was drained away. She stepped out of the shower, squeaky clean and stared at herself in the mirror. Her heart pounded heavily, she needed to find clean clothes and find some way to track down Corentine.
Once Catherine was dressed in a pair of faded flare jeans, a V-neck t-shirt that said: Save the Chubby Unicorns!' in heavy black letters with the body outline of rhino in between the words save the and chubby. Catherine kept her feet bare, she tied her now blonde and black striped locks into a high ponytail once more.
Just as she belted her long sword through the loops in her jeans, her TARDIS shifted and launched her onto her stomach. Her TARDIS' walls that looked like the inside of cozy and homey pub or Bed and Breakfast split down the middle, the other half become a honeycomb pattern, pure white everything.
Catherine got to her hands and knees, she gazed up as her forehead suddenly met the cold metal of gun pressed against her skin, but the person who had it, their hand shook violently.
Evelyn eyes narrowed with suspicion and fear. Catherine stared at her sister in disbelief, was she really about to be killed by her youngest sister's own hand?