Chapter 20: Reawakening.

Missy pov:

Clawing herself to consciousness The Ma… Ar… Ma…? Whatever her name that-she-could-not-remember-for-the-life-of-her-at-the-moment was. Oh well. Anyway! Holding her head, she looked around in a hazed confusion.

Looking around at the room themed after… what's the word? Something in the sea? Yes. She was pretty sure it had something to do with the sea, the word she was looking for. Or was it the forest? Hang on. Never mind that. Where for the love of her crazy aunt Vespa was she?! After a few seconds her head cleared enough for her to get a vague sense of familiarity, like she had been here before.

Oh, now she remembered! It was her room in her friends… what was the word? T… TT-capsule? Sounds about right. Speaking of. She thought as her head snapped up. Where had her friend gone off to now?

Getting shakily off the bed. She ignored her pounding head and the worried hum she got from the TT-capsule as she got out of the room and out into the hallway. Fully intending to go find her friend.

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After stumbling down a few hallways she stopped up mid-stride… Where was she again? She wondered as she looked around. Looking downward something caught her attention. Her face contorted in disgust at the sight. Why the heck was she wearing a frilly, white dress?!

Her disgust grew as she grabbed a corner of the dress closer to her face. It felt like something snapped within her as she furiously started to tear the dress to SHREDS!

Breathing heavily, she looked at her handiwork. A crazed grin formed and she let out a laugh at the sight of the remaining rags. Straightening up her head felt much clearer. Now then. Time to go find The Doctor. She decided. Looking back at what remained of her clothing she sneered before deciding to take a little detour to the wardrobe.

She wasn't certain in the least on what suited this version of her, but girly, frilly, white and innocent was NOT it.

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Rummaging through the clothing racks she growled in frustration and fought the urge to tear a bigger amount of clothing asunder. Why the buggering hell could she not find anything decent?!

Fists clenching, she tried to reign in her temper. Flying off the handles would not help. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something purple. Head twisting she looked fully on the offending object. A smile broke out at the sight of the purple Victorian-styled high-waisted skirt and its matching jacket.

Huh, seemed like she was rather fond of purple this go around. She mused as she hummed to herself while grabbing the clothes along with a white wingtip collared blouse.

Looking at herself in the mirror after donning the outfit she felt rather pleased at the outcome. Now this felt like her.

Head tilting, she once again tried to remember her name. She sighed at the negative results. All she could remember was that it started with an M and maybe ended with a Y. One would think it would not be so hard to remember something as basic as ones own name. She thought to herself irritably.

But no matter. Looking closer at herself in the mirror she decided.

Well, know what? I'll go with… Missy. Since I am clearly a miss this go around. Now then. Where has that wayward Doctor gone off to?

Missy thought to herself before moving in the direction of the console room. Looking up she asked the TT-capsule's consciousness.

"Is The Doctor in?"

Receiving a negative hum Missy sighed. Seems like she's going out then. Arriving in the console room Missy looked around.

"Oh, there's my umbrella."

Missy exclaimed before grabbing it from where it was hanging on the railing. Smiling fondly as vague memories of her working on her little project emerged. Looking over at the TARDIS (OH, that's the word) console she told her.

"Well then. I've got my clothes. Got my… I think laser-umbrella? Or was it sonic? No matter! I've still got it. Now I'm just missing my dear Doctor. I'm off to find him."

Blowing her a kiss Missy waved and said teasingly.

"Don't wait up."

Before skipping towards the exit. Just as she reached the doorhandle she froze before twirling around.

"Oh, by the way. Almost forgot. Sorry again."

Missy said before exiting the TARDIS. She could not for the life of her remember what she had been apologizing for, but she had a feeling it was more than warranted.

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Missy laughed as she skipped down the white hallway. This was rather fun she thought as she shot down another of the pink little pests in lab-coats that seemed to live here with her umbrella. Watching them drop like a marionette that got its strings cut was oh so entertaining.

Giggling with glee, Missy shot down another two that had just rounded the corner in front of her. Oh, she had nearly reached The Doctor now. Pushing open the white double doors she could feel her dear Doctor's mental signature behind her laugh cut off abruptly.

All signs of amusement faded as she saw her best friend chained down to a table. Several of the pink, four-eyed, lab-coat wearing, INSECTS standing around it. One of them about to lower a knife down to The Doctors bare chest. All of them had frozen up in surprise and looked at her upon her intrusion.

Missy took the scene with a blank face. The only thing betraying her rising anger was her eyes.

Missy clenched her teeth.

How. Dare. They.

Authors note: Well then. Here's the newest chapter. A bit more going on this time. Tried to have Missy's darker side is showing a bit. I have no plans to have her as a constantly happy and innocent character. This is still The Master we are talking about after all.

Btw. If everything goes as I have planned so far then the next chapter is the last one before starting on writing Missy into the actual show. That and there's a reason why I've decided to go with the whole fainting and unconsciousness to maintain her mind thing.