DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by the BBC. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

3. For story notes, see Part 1.

PART 25

Missy surveyed the area, and could not help the sly smile forming on her face. She never got tired of the sight of people in distress.

Indeed, whatever her TARDIS landed her in the middle of, it was quite the scene: dozens of people struggling to get to their feet, no doubt just having suffered some sort of ordeal. Missy was just saddened she was not the cause. Still, she could almost taste the fear and pain in the air - it was delicious.

But that could wait. She was here for a reason, and as she scanned the street again, she focused on it. Once she caught sight of her goal, her eyes widened. "There you are!"

Mels, still on her knees, met her gaze, looking like a deer in the headlights.

"I've been looking for you, my dear," the Time Lady sneered. "I read a huge amount of artron energy in this time and place, and had to be sure. I'm so glad I was right."

"Leave her alone," growled the blonde woman in the large coat at Missy's feet.

"Be quiet," Missy said dismissively, before returning her attention to Mels. "I'm surprised your vortex manipulator has such a high reading, but it doesn't matter: I've found you, and now you'll pay for what you've done to... "

"I didn't use my manipulator," interrupted the young woman.

At that, the Time Lady frowned, then, as if her eyes were drawn to it, saw the blue police box.

Inhaling silently, Missy took a beat to calm herself. She should not have been surprised: she assumed the Doctor, upon materialising between her, Clara and Mels, stayed to help the girl who kidnapped her wife. Still, to be faced with the prospect of standing off with her old frenemy again, after two decades of staying away, was slightly worryi... concerning.

But where was he? Missy again looked around, trying to spot the Doctor. She did not see the old, bushy-browed man she last encountered him as, meaning he could be anyone of the dozens present. However, she quickly noticed a small group forming around Mels, and narrowed her eyes at one in particular. "Not so tall now, are you?"

Graham scowled. "I beg your pardon?!"

"Wrong one, I'm afraid," huffed the blonde woman, now on her feet. "Once again you prove your fallibility. You always prided yourself on recognising me no matter what I looked like."

It took a second for the stranger's words to sink in, then Missy gasped again - audibly this time. Her eyes bulging, she could not resist looking the woman up and down. "Well, I must say... this is unexpected." She smirked evily. "For once, I'm genuinely at a loss for words."

The Doctor remained stoney-faced. "Shame that, 'cos I have loads of questions. Though none for you."

Missy tilted her head. "No?"

"I don't need to ask you anything." If looks could kill... "I know exactly what you've done. You took one of the most important people in my life and forced her to do... Gallifrey-knows-what. How'd you do it? Hypnosis? Drugs? Or did you flat-out... " - she evidently found the next part hard to say - "... force whatever you did onto her?"

As always, Missy was unfazed. "I thought you had no questions for me?"

Before anything else could be said or done, a fist came flying into Missy's line of sight, and connected with her jaw. The rogue Time Lady went down like a sack of spuds. All the Doctor's companions gasped. "You bitch!" her assailant screamed. The Time Lady looked up through blurred eyes, and once again, was at a loss for words.

An aged Amy Pond stood above her, bruised knuckles and eyes on fire. "Where is she?! WHERE'S CLARA?!"

Oh shit. Of all the things Missy expected, this was the very last. How the fuck was her wife's ex-fiancee here?!

"Amy, calm down... " The Doctor soothed, while her companions attempted to pull the Scot back.

But Amy was having none of it. "36 years! You left me there to ROT for 36 years! You took my Clara and left me in that Godforsaken time! You took my life with her away, and now you're gonna PAY!" With that, she straddled the Time Lady and gripped her throat tight.

"Amy, no!" cried the Doctor, while Yaz, Mels and Ryan tried wrenching her away. "Don't do this! It isn't right!" Perhaps all the civilians where still shaken by the chaos caused by the anomalous crack, or perhaps they were just stunned by the scene infront of them; for whatever reason, they all just looked on, almost like it was car crash TV.

"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS SHE?!" Amy was like a feral animal.

Even if Missy wanted to talk, she could not - not with Amy's old-yet-still-strong hands crushing her windpipe. Just a little more pressure, and she might start glowing...

"Mummaaaa!"

The shrill scream broke the madness. Everyone turned their gaze to see a small boy dashing to them: who was this?

"Cole, no!" An older lad was running behind him. Both had emerged from the red phone box.

"Let go of my Mumma!" the child sobbed, as he joined in the fracas. Naturally he had no chance prising Amy's hands off Missy, but his presence seemed to get through even the Scot's red haze, as she began loosening her grip on Missy's throat.

Unfortunately, it was too late: in the scuffle, both Missy and Cole's hands touched Mels' vortex manipulator, and in a flash of light, the two Masters-Oswalds where gone...

TO BE CONTINUED