Chapter 16: That's my sandwich!
Missy (Mary) pov:
"You know. Considering the circumstances. You should probably have gone for something other than a white dress in the clothing department."
The Doctor told her teasingly as they ran from their pursuers. Mary considered the frilly white dress she had been wearing since she woke up a few months ago.
On one hand she still couldn't help imagining the pure look of horror all her past selves would make at the sight of her. Like they had been forced to eat a lemon a chemically enhanced to be even more sour.
Especially the one right before her who would recognize the dress from his least favorite scene in a movie he despised (cartoony penguins and that stupid nonsensical song about a stupid nonsensical word of all things). Oh, the mere thought made her smile.
On the other hand… white and frilly didn't really feel like… well… whoever she was supposed to be. Too girly and innocent.
Perhaps she should choose a different Mary Poppins outfit (one particular from the reboot she had watched in The TARDIS's media room came to mind). One that weren't so… conspicuous. And highly inconvenient when one was trying to escape ones pursers with a malfunctioning perception filter.
Yet another thing The Doctor hadn't gotten around to fixing yet and she weren't able to recall how to fix at this current point in time. Mary felt as another crack formed in her mental barriers around the chaos that were her still unsorted memories as The Master.
Mentally rolling her eyes in irritation Mary focused a higher percentage of her mental focus on keeping her memories at bay until they reached The TARDIS and she could excuse herself off to bed.
She really needed to expand her mentality-maintenance-and-reparational-naptimes, but then she would have less spending-time-with-her-best-friend-time. And she had already missed out on so many of those times.
Oh great. The mongrels have pulled out the guns.
"Watch it."
She exclaimed, pulling The Doctor to the side in the nick of time before he got hit by one of the shots. Mary sent The Doctor a look and said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Remind me to consider your fashion advice when we are not in a coral-forest being pursued by gun toting man-crabs."
Despite the circumstances the two of them couldn't help the smiles growing on their faces as they kept on running. The reason they were being pursued in the first place was due to quite the ridiculous circumstances involving a starfish, a pineapple, a sponge and one humongous banana-cream pie.
And… there just might have also been her singing the opening song from Spongebob.
"You know. I don't believe they are Spongebob-fans."
Mary said teasingly to The Doctor as they hid behind one of the corals. That was all it took to make them both break down in laughter. Which was not so good considering they were supposed to be hiding.
"There they are!"
And at that The Doctor grabbed her hand as they (still laughing mind you) ran the last stretch to The TARDIS. Slamming the doors shut The Doctor ran over to the console and steered The TARDIS into the time vortex (Mary was banned from driving excluding emergencies in light of her spotty memories).
Mary couldn't keep the grin of her face. These past few months with The Doctor were in so many ways like a dream come true. She was for the first time in so long the only one in control of her mind.
Nothing noisily pushing or pressing her in whatever direction of their choosing. Nothing she had to push or press back against to try if not stop then at least set back. Nothing she had to fight for control. She was the one in control with no backseat drivers trying to trap her in the car trunk and take her place as the one at the steering wheel.
And now. Now she was with her first and best friend doing what they had wanted to do since they were Time Tots. Traveling the universe. Seeing the stars. Together. Like they had promised each other so many years ago.
"Stop it!"
Mary looked over at The Doctor and asked.
"Stop what?"
Looking back The Doctor asked confused.
"What?"
Mary asked again with furrowed eyebrows.
"You asked me to stop it. Stop what?"
Looking around in confusion The Doctor replied.
"No, I did not."
And the confusion grew.
"Yes, you did. A second ago I heard you."
"Regenerate!"
Mary flinched at his tone.
"No need to sound so cross and how do you mean regenerate? I'm not even unwell."
Mary said defensively.
"Um… Mary? I did not say that either. Are you all right?"
The Doctor asked looking increasingly worried. Worried? What's there to be worried about? Wait… what was he asking about that had him so worried? Mary wondered with a tilted head.
The Master couldn't remember. Hang on. Hadn't he just become the prime minister? That is a good thing, right? Oh, he should tell him, maybe he was worried about him winning the election.
Looking over at The Doctor with a grin he sauntered over and said.
"Guess what Doctor? I'm the pr…"
Professor Yana stopped up and tried to remember what he was about to say. Oh well. Couldn't have been too important if it slipped his mind so easily. He really needed to get back to working on the Utopia project.
"…ary…Mary? Mary?!"
Snapping back to reality Professor Yana's eyes focused on the leather clad man shaking his shoulder. Oh my. The dear fellow seemed rather worried about whomever this Mary was.
"I'm terribly sorry I don't believe I've met whoever this Mary is."
Which is rather odd considering how few people were left in existence. Speaking of.
"I say dear boy. Would you mind telling me who you are?"
Professor Yana looked around. This was not his laboratory.
"And where I am?"
The poor fellow looked a tad panicked before reeling it in and introducing himself.
"I'm… um… I'm The Doctor."
"Doctor?"
Professor Yana asked delightedly.
"Are you here to assist me with the project?"
Professor Yana shook his head.
"Oh, silly me I haven't even introduced myself."
He reached his hand out intending to introduce himself as the professor in charge of the Utopia-project.
"I'm the professo…"
Did that wanker just eat his sandwich? The Masters face contorted in rage.
Authors note: Well, here we go. The misunderstandings deepen and Missy is now pissed over The Doctor stealing her sandwich in his third body during a swordfight. Hope you like it!