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.

PART 26

Amy found it almost painful opening her eyes. As the darkness slowly gave way to rays of light, she let out a mumble, obscured somewhat by her current condition. Once her sight cleared enough and she saw the world was horizontal, she knew she was lying on the ground.

She blinked a few times, then gradually raised her head off the pavement. She struggled to gather her bearings: what was the last thing she remembered? Going into the TARDIS, after being dropped off from Missy's own time machine back to Clara and the Doctor. The crazy old man wanted a moment alone with Amy's beloved, saying something about Rory waiting to talk to her... and when she reluctantly acquiesced, Amy went to the police box.

Only she never entered... no, she was again hit with the bright light of Missy's personal transporter, and once more found herself standing in the bitch's own console room. Then everything went black.

"You're awake," came a sickeningly-familiar voice. "I was beginning to wonder."

Taking a breath, Amy looked up and saw the Time Lady herself standing imperiously before her. It was then the young woman managed to take in her surroundings. It looked like a London street, but it was... off, somehow. Different. Their were relatively few people on the streets - early morning, perhaps? - and those around were mostly wearing cheap coats and bola hats. What few women were visible were dressed very conservatively, in big-rimmed hats themselves. Alot of people were smoking, too, and no one seemed to have a phone... wait, was that a little boy with a bundle of newspapers under his arms?

And the cars... they looked like something out of a black-and-white film. There was relatively-little marking on the roads, and everywhere around there seemed to be a slight fog.

"You look a right sight, you know," said Missy. "Lying down in the middle of the street."

Amy returned her gaze to her tormentor, and noticed a red telephone box behind the Victorian-glad woman. That too looked ancient. "Where... where am I?" Amy slurred. "What did... you do to me?"

"Just a mild sedative," shrugged Missy, checking her nails. "At least I think it was mild. I never know how much you inferior lifeforms can take. How do you feel?"

Something in Amy burnt at those words. "How do I feel... ?" She tried standing up, but could barely get to a kneeling position. "I'll... kill you... "

Missy tutted. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm sure you will." She shook her head. "Anyway, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. But our mutual friend surprised me when I saw him with that neural blocker, and it kind of threw me into a tizzy. I intended to teleport my Clara back to me, but I hit the wrong button and got you instead."

"She's... not... yours... " growled Amy, still trying to stand.

"Uh-huh." A chuckle now. "But it was no real problem - it just moved my timetable a little. I fully intended to pick you up again and bring you here."

Amy did not even care where she was now. She could feel her strength returning by the second, and all she wanted to do was get her hands back around that monstress' neck. "Take me... back... "

"Now why would I do that, deary?" Missy moaned. "After all the effort I took to sedate you before you had a chance to react, keep you hidden away while Clara was changing clothes in my TARDIS, then bring you here to this exact place at this exact time?" She looked at Amy almost compassionately. "Bless, you really are a 'dumb ginger', aren't you?"

Amy managed to get on one foot...

"Besides, you'll like it here," continued the Time Lady. "Your world's history is usually oh-so boring, but this is actually the start of my favourite period of Earth's."

Both feet...

"Speaking of which," mused Missy, holding out her pocket watch. "You might want to find somewhere to get settled. In a few hours you'll be hearing about something rather big happening in Poland."

Even as Amy clenched her fists, she let out a gasp. God...

"Anyhoo," chirped the Time Lady. "I must be off now. And I'm afraid this will be the last time we'll be seeing eachother, my dear. It's been such fun." She turned and almost skipped to the red phone box. She opened its door, but before entering, she turned back to Amy, who was now stalking towards her. Missy grinned wide. "But don't worry about Clara... I'll take very good care of her."

Her strength returned, Amy flung herself at the red box, just as the door slammed shut...

Amy flew forward... and the TARDIS dematerialised.

Once again on her knees in the middle of the street, Amy choked out breaths.

She was... stranded... in... without...

Amy's whole body trembled. No. No no no no no NO...

Her heart finally broken, she looked up and roared Clara's name to the heavens...

TO BE CONTINUED