No one ever listened to him. They pretended to, sure, but then whenever the Doctor told them to do something very important, they just ignored everything he said. That was why he was sat in a spaceship with the two women in the universe he'd really rather not be with at any point in his life, let alone on the way to his last day.

"Oh, do stop pouting," Missy scolded him and he looked sharply at her. "You're going to your death, not being denied another slice of cake."

"No," he retorted. "I am going to my death with the woman who killed my wife and the old hag who stole her to some end of the universe. Pouting is the least I'm afforded."

"I didn't try and kill her," Clara grumbled. Whilst her feelings on her actions hadn't changed, she had started to defend herself from his constant attacks. She needed forgiveness, not barating.

"You pushed her into a live volcano, dear," Missy replied. "If that's not trying to kill someone then I don't know what is."

"It was a dream, and I didn't want to hurt her," Clara snapped back. "And anyway, how do you even know about that?"

Missy shrugged. "Danielle told me," she said. "And don't think I'm going to let that slide just because we've buddied up for this little adventure."

"Why would she tell you that?" Clara asked, worried that Danni had decided to hate her in their time apart. "Why would she tell you anything? Does she think that I was trying to hurt her?"

"No, of course not," Missy retorted. "She's always so praising of you. It's sickening. I had to put a stop to it."

"What I don't understand is what you actually want with her," Clara said, raising her voice slightly. "You said you like her most when she's fighting, but then you're trying to put that spark out. But then you're not telling her anything because you want to protect that fight. You-You make no sense!"

"What do you expect? I'm bonkers, have you not seen that yet?" Missy taunted. "She's my pet. I want her. That's it."

"Until you let her go," Clara countered. "The Doctor's right, isn't he?"

"Of course he's not right," Missy retorted. "Honestly, you all just follow him like little sheep. She's mine."

"Will you both please shut up, and stop talking about my wife?" the Doctor asked slowly, through gritted teeth. Clara, at least, had the decency to look chastised but Missy just leant back against the wall of the ship, chucking her feet up onto the metal box in the middle of the chairs that separated the two lines of chairs. They sat in silence for a while before Clara leant forward towards him, unable to keep thinking about why Danni was talking about her at all.

"Who is Davros?" she asked him. "And why are you so keen on letting Danni rot to let him kill you?"

"Davros is the child of war," the Doctor replied, ignoring the second part of her question completely. Just like she had expected him to. "A war that wouldn't end. A thousand years of fighting, till nobody could remember why. So Davros, he created a new kind of warrior, one that wouldn't bother with that question. A mutant in a tank that would never, ever stop. And they never did."

"The Daleks?" Clara asked. The Doctor didn't nod, but that was enough confirmation for Clara. It wasn't the first time that she'd heard of the Daleks. She had, after all, seen them in person. They were horrific killing machines but she'd never really thought of the reasoning behind them. Somehow it seemed better and yet so much worse to think of them created as actual soliders rather than just things designed to clean the universe of anything different.

"How scared must you be to seal every one of your own kind inside a tank?" the Doctor asked before he lowered his gaze. She watched that ashamed look pass over his face again and had to wonder what had made him give up so completely. "Davros made the Daleks, but who made Davros?"

Clara swayed in her chair slightly as the movement of the ship changed, and Missy brought her feet off the box in front them.

"Okay, great. Coming out of hyperspace," she muttered. Clara looked out of the cockpit window and saw the streaks of stars they'd been whooshing past start to form individually. It was beautiful to look out on the universe like that, and made Clara feel rather happy to be there as well as incredibly guilty at even thinking like that. She did travel the universe with the two Time Lords to see wonders, but not at their expense.

The ship slowly came to a stop facing a strange looking floating metal space station. It looked a little like a chess piece on top, but more like a classic UFO on the bottom. It wasn't a style Clara would have immediately been able to recognise, but knowing what Davros had done to the universe, the large dome-like detailing on it did seem to be very Dalek in design.

"So that's where he ended up," the Doctor muttered from across from her, leaning forward slightly to look at where they were evidently going.

"What is that?" she asked him.

"I don't know," he replied shortly. "Davros is dying? It could possibly be a hospital, or maybe we're going on a nice family day out."

"Oh, you really don't like her anymore, do you?" Missy taunted, scooching across the bench to his side. "It's quite fun to watch, actually. It'll give me something to tell Danielle when I get home; the Doctor is a right meanie now, isn't he?"

"Shut up," the Doctor snapped at her. "You won, so shut up."

Of course, telling Missy to do anything was never going to get the desired effect, and Clara and the Doctor were subjected to her singing as the spaceship was parked and they were marched out to their holding cell. She didn't stop once they were there, either.

"How long have we been waiting?" Clara asked from her spot on the floor. Missy was also sat down as the Doctor paced in front of them. He was obviously trying to ignore them but couldn't.

"Who knows?" he snapped out, sounding annoyed at the mere fact that she'd spoke. "It's always the way with hospitals."

The door opened and their captor, Sarff, glided in once again like he was on wheels. Perhaps he had borrowed some of the Dalek technology for the use of all the snakes underneath the robe. Maybe they were just sliding along together. Clara wasn't sure, but she tucked the question away for another time once they were free.

Which they would be. The Doctor could be over dramatic, but he wasn't about to just walk to his death. As much as he seemed to have completely given up Clara had to keep that belief in him alive. Danni was counting on him. She was counting on him.

"You will come," the snake-person-colony-thing hissed at the Doctor. It turned to her and Missy. "You will stay."

"Fair enough," Missy murmured. She'd also stood up the moment the door had opened, but unlike Clara and the Doctor she didn't seem to be too bothered about anything that was happening. It was rather infuriating. She shouldn't have even been there.

The Doctor followed Sarff out the door but Clara stepped forward. "Doctor." He turned to look at her. "You sent Missy your confession dial."

"No, I sent Missy the dial and the instructions to give it to Danni," he replied. Clara yet again ignored the lack of Danni's full name; he seemed to drop the habit when he was worried about her.

"My point is," she continued, "we both saw her die on Earth. And, obviously, you knew that wasn't real. Or worse, hoped it wasn't. You told us all she was dead."

He glanced over at Missy, who was swishing her dress from side to side, looking mighty smug. It infuriated him. He stepped a little closer to Clara.

"Of course I did," he hissed. "If I told everyone she was alive then they'd kill her. You know how gun happy Harkness and River can be. I needed her alive."

"Why?"

"Because she knew where Danni was," he replied, sounding like he thought she was an idiot. "If she's dead, Danni's on her own with no one to help her, or worse. She couldn't die until I found out what had happened to my wife!"

"You should have told me," Clara said firmly.

"Why?" he shot back. "It's not like I trust you." He turned away from her, giving one last glance to Missy. "Gravity," he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. "I know," she muttered just before the door shut behind him. The hallway was much like the holding cell; cold, metal, and with no sense of individuality at all. Very Dalek indeed. There were no windows, either. Just yellow lights behind vents. Well, what would a Dalek do with windows?

It wasn't a long walk, and yet it felt like an age before the door was opened and Colony Sarff entered into the room. The Doctor had to duck his head to get through the slightly too small doorway, but he was more concerned about what was on the other side.

In the middle of the room was a platform, with tubes and wires dangling down. And in the middle of the platform was the saddest of sights. Davros, his head propped up on his hand, old and dying and a little bit pathetic as he sat in his little tank of a chair. If the Doctor didn't hate the Daleks so much, if he didn't hold so much guilt over what he had done, then he would have pitied the dying man. Instead, he just felt caution, and shame, and suspicion.

"Doctor," Davros greeted, his voice tinted with the mechanical sound of the Daleks' voice.

"Davros," the Doctor greeted in return, stopping in his circle of the platform. He hadn't really believed it, but there he was. Davros, creator of the Daleks, dying. It felt a little surreal.

"I approve of your new face, Doctor," Davros told him. "So much more like mine. Colony Sarff, untie our guest's hands." The Doctor felt a little relieved to have his hands free. "You may leave us."

The Doctor watched as Colony Sarff slithered out of the door, the metal thud of it closing reminding him that he was just as much a prisoner as he was a visitor.

"You came, then."

His voice sounded tired, like a man with not much energy left at all. The Doctor held his hands out to his side before he slowly started his circle around the platform. "Clearly."

"Without the angry little girl I've been told is now your wife?"

The Doctor straightened, the mention of his wife just angering him further. "She's busy."

"Is that because you suspected a trap?" Davros asked. The Doctor shot him a look.

"I still do."

"Then why are you here? Did you miss our conversations?" With what seemed like a struggle, Davros pressed a button on his chair. The room was suddenly filled with the Doctor's many voices, all talking about Davros and the struggle he had between what was right and what was wrong. His circling became more frantic as he tried to ignore the memories that were being projected onto a screen on the wall.

He couldn't listen, he didn't want to listen. Just more reminders of him fighting with being a good man. More reminders of how he almost failed. More reminders of how he'd fought with himself. Of how he'd never live up to her standards. Of how she'd seen past it all, and he'd still managed to let her down…

His hands started shaking again and he clenched them closed. He couldn't focus on her because he'd never go through with it. He just wanted to see her again. He wanted his wife. He wanted Danielle.

"Yes, yes, yes, okay, you've made your point," he snapped, turning away. He kept moving, kept circling around the room, taking in every detail as he tried to push the thoughts out of his head. She would be safe. She would be okay. Missy would let her go, she would get the TARDIS, and she would be free of the horrible man that he'd become.

"Have I?" Davros countered. With another tired press of a button, the Doctor's Fourth face appeared on the screen.

"If someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you, and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?"

The Doctor couldn't listen to it anymore. He couldn't listen to the accusations of his past being thrown into this face. He couldn't bare the shame of his actions, of the judgement that would be brought down on him once the universe – once Danielle – heard that he'd left a child to die.

He rushed over to Davros's chair, almost tripping over his own feet to turn off the screen. "I get the point."

"Do you know why you came, Doctor?" Davros asked him. "You have a sense of duty. Of guilt, perhaps. And certainly of shame."

Oh, if only he knew. He had no idea of the shame that threatened to overwhelm him, or the dispair he felt at being forced to be apart from the woman he loved. The audacity at the old man trying to psychoanalyse him infuriated him and his lips pulled back into a snarl.

"You flatter me," he spat, turning away. His eyes searched for an exit. He had expected to come to see Davros to die, not to suffer through more torment. If he'd known that he would have been more reluctant to come.

"Pity. I intended to accuse," Davros replied as he headed over to the window that looked out onto the stars outside. Danielle always loved the stars. He hoped it wouldn't change. He ran his finger over the window, expecting dust but finding now.

"I believe that for the ultimate good of the universe, I was right to create the Daleks," Davros stated.

"You were very wrong," the Doctor replied as he turned back to look at him. It really would have been a sad sight had the Doctor not been so broken himself.

"This is the argument we've had since we met."

"It ended in the Time War."

"It survived the Time War," Davros corrected. "But it will end tonight. That is why you are here." An alarm started to sound and Davros turned his head to look at a monitor on the wall. "It seems your friends have gone exploring."

The Doctor frowned, although he didn't correct Davros as he walked over to the monitor. It showed a feed onto the holding room they had been deposited into, but the room was now empty.

"What are you doing?" Clara's voice came from the open doorway.

"Treading softly," Missy replied. They were heading out of the airlock. He'd been right. They weren't on a spaceship at all, the gravity had been too good, too perfect. He headed back over to the window. He looked out, trying to see anything out of the ordinary at all. But he saw nothing.

He turned back to the monitor, but also saw nothing but the empty holding room. He didn't move any closer, but he kept listening intently. Missy was insane, but she was incredibly clever and, now that she was out of the room, she could help him work out exactly what was going on with this strange little hospital. He knew when to investigate himself, and when to use the resources given to him.

"No, no, there's ground," Missy told Clara. "This is the ground."

His attention shot back to the window. If that was ground, and not floor, that meant they were on a planet and not on a space station as they had all first thought. Davros had been moved to a planet to die. But why? Where?

The fact that it was invisible was simple enough. If you needed to hide a planet, it was definitely the most complete way to go about it. Once he started to sync with the spectrum he knew he'd be able to see outside. That was very clever. Danielle would have liked that.

He rubbed his fingers together and saw the dirt from the window appear. It was starting. He watched out of the window as buildings, sand, sky and ground all began to materialise in front of him. His hearts froze. His blood ran cold as ice as he found himself thinking how stupid he had been to think otherwise.

"No!" he exclaimed, backing away from the window in horror. This had been a mistake. He'd made such a terrible mistake.

He turned to Davros. "Skaro!" he continued. "You've brought me to Skaro?!"

Davros didn't lift his head from his hand, nor did he look particularly bothered that he was being shouted at. "Where does an old man go to die, but with his children?" he replied softly.

The Doctor shook his head once. He couldn't let this happen. He'd allowed himself to be tricked to go to the one planet he'd hoped he'd never see again. Not only that, but his actions had led to both Missy and Clara being there as well. His mind raced. He needed to get Clara away from the Daleks. Danielle would never forgive him if his actions led to the death of her best friend, no matter how much he felt that title was much too precious for Clara to hold.

And Missy. If Missy died… then what would happen to Danni?

On the monitor it was clear that a Dalek had already found them, one that wouldn't have been visible to them a moment ago. He had to get them both away. He had to save them all!

He rushed to the door, banging on it, trying to find a way to open in. "Let me out!" he demanded. "Let me out!"

"You cannot help them now, Doctor," Davros told him. It didn't stop him trying to physically open the door. The one person in the universe who would be able to help track his wife down was being led away by a Dalek. He'd done that. He'd damned Danielle. Again.

He turned, eyes wide as his mind raced. He'd been happy to come to his death. He'd been content in the knowledge that Danni was going to be safe, relatively, and much better off without his corruption. Now he knew that wasn't the case. Now he had to escape. He had to get free from Davros, and the Daleks, and get to his wife's side. He had to apologise, to beg for her forgiveness. He had to save her.

It didn't take long for the Dalek to march Missy and Clara into a control room, where every type of Dalek the Doctor could think of were standing to attention, waiting for the prisoners. His eyes quickly scanned what he could see, but it was the TARDIS that held his attention. And his horror.

The TARDIS had been brought to Skaro, the one place he had hoped she would never land again. The Daleks would attempt to destroy her, which was absolutely fine. The TARDIS was bigger, better, stronger and unimaginably more clever than any Dalek. But, there was always the slight worry that they might best her. If they bested her, how would he get away? How would the TARDIS get to Danielle?

Of course, there was also the concern that the killing machines had Clara and Missy in their grasps and that they might just kill them as well. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to happen. Missy was his enemy, was his problem. No one else was allowed to deal with her but himself. It was his responsibility after failing so badly before.

"Daleks! Pay attention!" Missy called, stepping out into the room and walking between the Daleks. The Doctor shook his head.

"Don't. Just don't," he begged softly, as if she could hear him. As if she would actually listen even if she could. Her taunting was only going to get them both killed and, with them, his last ever chance.

"You know what this is? This thing you're about to destroy? I'll tell you! It's the dog's unmentionables. And you know all about those, don't you?" She actually had the audacity to tickle a Dalek before moving on and up onto a platform. "This is a TARDIS. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, kill anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before. You just need one thing. Me. You need me. A Time Lady, to show you how it works. With this and with me, everything can be yours. And you can burn it all, for ever and ever and ever." She waited a moment for a response. "Or would you rather just kill me?"

All the Daleks turned in unison to their leader, awaiting orders.

"Maximum extermination."

With her natural flare, Missy disappeared into nothingness with a flash of her skeleton and the Doctor felt it like a blow to the chest. Part of him, a deep dark part of him, lamented the loss of an old friend. A much more vocal and pain stricken part of him screamed at the loss of the last lead to his wife. But then the Daleks turned to Clara and he saw a flash of Danni's hate filled eyes. She'd forgive him for running. There was even a chance that she'd forgive his cowardliness at his actions towards Davros in the past. There was no way she would forgive him leading Clara to her death.

He turned to Davros, shaking with teary eyes. "Please! Please, I'm begging you," he beseeched with a hoarse voice. "Please, please. Please, save Clara."

"I gave the Daleks life. I do not control them," Davros replied. The Doctor fell against the door, squeezing his eyes closed as he couldn't bear to watch anymore.

This was all his fault. He'd caused more death. He'd run away, like he had done all his life, and this was what it had brought him to. His friendship with Missy was long since dead, and his friendship with Clara may have ended on that imaginary volcano, but he'd never wished death on anyone.

Well, maybe not anyone…

As Davros taunted him, as Clara screamed as she was shot and killed, as the Daleks blew up the TARDIS and his home, there was one person he wished dead. There was one creature in the universe that had caused all this heartache and suffering.

However, since he was still a coward, he didn't take it out on himself. His blood boiled anew at the fact that Danni would never receive the TARDIS. It boiled because the Master just had to have abused and become obsessed with the woman he loved. It boiled at the fact that if Clara had just asked for their help, then Danni wouldn't have been taken in the first place. It boiled because if she had just asked, then Danni would have been by his side on that battlefield on Skaro and he would have helped the little boy Davros instead of leaving him.

And it boiled over that his last day was spent with the summation of his failure. Half a man in a tank, surrounded and proud of the killing machines he'd created to start and finish a war with the universe.

He rushed around the room, looking at all the spare parts and the discarded bits and bobs that the Daleks never seemed too keen on cleaning up. For a species that lived inside a tank they seemed to leave a lot a mess wherever they went. It was good, though, because it gave him stuff to work with. Davros continued to taunt him, but the anger inside him helped him tune it out easily. He just had to…

Ah ha

He grabbed the discarded Dalek blaster and immediately pointed at the source of his fury, jabbing it into the back of his neck. Davros didn't seem fazed.

"Ancient. Inoperable," he dismissed. The Doctor moved around him, keeping it pointed directly at the other man. With a quick reconfiguration, it lit up, ready to fire.

"Genius," the Doctor corrected.

"You would threaten a dying man? Have I not suffered enough?" Davros asked tiredly.

"Get out," the Doctor snarled in reply, gun at the ready.

"I cannot leave this chamber. It sustains me."

The Doctor rushed over to the chamber, pushing through all the dangling wires. He didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore except him getting his revenge. If he was going to die, if he was going to leave Danielle alone in the universe, then he was going to take anything and everything he could with him. He'd make her proud. He'd take the Daleks with him.

"Get out!"

~0~0~0~

Clara could feel the pressure in her head before she'd even fully woken up. It wasn't painful, but it sat funny and she knew it wasn't right. She was also aware that she was spinning before she had opened her eyes, and when she did she found she had to squint. Not only was the sun bright, but the surroundings that blurred together in her vision were just adding to her headache.

She slowly came to a stop, upside down, and facing Missy who was on a rock a little away from her. They seemed to be in a desert, and she was holding something in her hand.

Scratch that. She was sharpening something in her hand.

"Consider the Doctor," Missy started without looking up. "The Doctor, trapped. The Doctor, alone." She glanced up at Clara with a grin on her face. "You all right there, dear?"

"Where are we?" Clara asked in reply as her spinning seemed to slow down. She was hanging upside down. Of course she was. "How did we..."

"Shh, now. Mummy's talking," Missy interrupted as she continued to sharpen the stick she was holding. "Okay, I'm going to tell you a story of the Doctor. It's classic. On the run. No TARDIS. No friends, no wife, no help. In other words," she looked up, "the Doctor, happy. It was a long time ago. Doesn't matter which face he was wearing, they're all the Doctor to me. So let's give it to the eyebrows."

"But the Daleks..." Clara tried again.

"Yes, I'm coming to that," Missy told her.

"Shouldn't we be, um? I don't want to say dead."

"Hush!" Missy scolded, pointing her knife at Clara before going back to her work. "He's travelling by teleporter. Unfortunately, his teleporter is out of power. Also unfortunate, he's being stalked by, oh, say about fifty android assassins? I may be rounding up."

She pressed her finger against the end of her newly sharpened stick and winced. "Ow."

She shook it off, going back to her story. "Fifty invisible, indestructible android assassins, all exclusively programmed to kill him. Surrounded. Outnumbered. Outgunned. And freeze. Nanoseconds to live. Four, I'd say, being generous. Now, my question is this. How did he survive?"

She had stood up, walking over to stand next to the dangling woman. She poked Clara with the tip of the stick, as if she had any choice but to pay attention. "Oh, come on, Clara! You know him. Consider the Doctor."

Clara did know him. She wasn't sure just how well she knew him anymore, but she knew how he worked. She just had to put the situation into a context where she knew him the best. So she kept Eyebrows, but she superimposed the woman they both had been fighting over, and to find.

The Doctor and Danni running away from android assassins? That sounded about right for them.

They would all fire at once, and Danni would gasp in surprise and horror. The Doctor would turn his back on them, closing around her as he went to take the shots himself…

No, he wouldn't. That was Eleven. Twelve wouldn't get himself to a point where he would die and leave her in danger. That was the Doctor that she knew. He'd work out how to get them both out so he could continue to protect her. What did he have at his disposal? What could he use?

Her eyes shot open, despite not knowing she'd closed them, and she stared at Missy. "Where did he get that teleport thingy?"

"Oh, good, good," Missy praised, stepping a little bit away from her. Clara felt slightly safer with the stick away from her. "He stole one from an android."

"So, I'm guessing he uses the same energy as the android weapons, right?" Missy nodded her head, giving her a little bit more praise. "Okay, then. He uses the energy wave from the android weapons to recharge the teleport bracelet and at the exact moment he's supposed to disintegrate, he actually teleports." Her eyes widened as she realised how both she and Missy had escaped the Daleks. "Hang on, that's how you did it. That's how we escaped the Daleks!"

"I modified the same principle for our vortex manipulators, yes," Missy confirmed. "Blew them off, I'm afraid." She started pacing, ranting as she did. "But the Doctor, he, he improvised it. He must have got through several thousand calculations in the time it takes to fire up a disintegrator. Seriously, what a swot!"

"So the androids think he's dead and the Doctor escapes," Clara finished.

"No, he's the Doctor. He fell into a nest of vampire monkeys," Missy replied. "But that's another story!" She disappeared from view and Clara found herself suddenly, and rather painfully, falling to the ground.

Missy came back, staring down at her. "Why does the Doctor always survive?"

Clara sighed, coming to the end of her patience with all these stupid questions. "Because he's clever!" she snapped.

"Yes, but there's lots of clever dead people. I love killing clever clogs, they make the best faces." Clara had to agree there. She'd met some clever people, the Doctor had too. What made them all… well… why were they dead and the Doctor wasn't?

She jumped up. "Because he always assumes he's going to win," she realised. "He always knows there's a way to survive. He just has to go and find it."

"Yes," Missy said, pointing her stick at Clara. "Except this time, he made a will and threw himself a goodbye party. Now, if the Doctor assumes he's going to die, what happens then?"

Clara didn't like that thought. "We do."

Missy turned, looking out into the landscape and at the Dalek city they were quite far away from. " He's trapped at the heart of the Dalek empire. He's a prisoner of the creatures who hate him most in the universe. Between us and him is everything the deadliest race in all of history can throw at us. We, on the other hand, have a pointy stick." She looked down at the stick, then up at Clara. She had a grin on her face. "How do we start?"

Was she actually enjoying this?

"We assume we're going to win."

Missy's grin fell. "Oh," she replied, disappointed. "Pity, really. I was actually looking forward to punishing you for trying to kill my pet."

She started walking off without another word and it took a moment for Clara to realise that they were now leaving. Ignoring the thread, she jogged after Missy and fell by her side. "I have a question."

"I'm not surprised in the slightest," Missy replied. "I would recommend you ask them a lot. You humans are so behind on everything."

Clara ignored the dig. "The Doctor has given up. The Doctor is in a situation where he thinks he can't escape, but that's new. That came after we found him." Missy nodded as she listened along. "What I don't understand is why he still went along with it? How come he didn't just grab you, chuck you in the TARDIS and not let you go until you gave Danni back?"

Missy glanced at her. "Is that what you think he is? Some big, bad man who bullies his way to what he wants?" she asked curiously.

"No, he's desperate and running out of options," Clara corrected. "I thought that the moment he saw you he'd… well, he's rip you to shreds finding her."

Missy smiled, tutting her like she'd given a wrong answer to a really easy question. "Well, my dear, that's because he's clever, isn't it?" she reminded Clara. "Like I said, he can do several thousand calculations in a nano second or two. He took one look at me, went through every possibility and came up with the truth."

There was silence for a few moments while Clara waited for her to give the asnwer. She didn't. "Which is…"

Missy sighed in exasperation. "Does he always have to spell it out for you?" she taunted lightly. "How very tiresome."

She sped up slightly and Clara rolled her eyes before storming after her. "Missy!" she exclaimed. "What did he realise?"

Missy came to a stop, turning to face her. "That I can't take him to her," she snapped before looking slightly embarrassed about admitting it. "Because I have no idea where she is. I'm looking for her too."

Clara frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she went and escaped, didn't she?" Missy replied before shrugging. "Of course, he doesn't think that. He probably thinks I killed her or something gruesome, or perhaps he thinks I've forgotten where I put her. But it's why I came here. A last ditch attempt at looking for her." She set off again. "I really thought she'd show up to his last day, but obviously something bad must have happened to stop her. I'm rather disappointed in her, really. She used to be better than that."

Clara couldn't quite believe it. Her hope suddenly soared, a million different ideas all coming into her head before being pushed out by the thought that Danni was out there, away from Missy. Out there where the Doctor could find her. She was probably searching for him just as much as he had been searching for her. If they could just get to the Doctor then Missy could tell him herself and he would start fighting again.

They would find Danni again.

"You mean she's out there?" she exclaimed happily. Missy nodded.

"Oh, everyone's out there somewhere."

"You-You have to tell him!" Clara continued. "If he knows that she's searching for him, then he wouldn't be stuck in the middle of a bloody Dalek city." She jabbed her hand in the direction of the city for emphasis, because Missy must have seen what she had done by keeping that from him. "Of course he's going to get himself killed if he thinks she's dead as well!"

"If he can't see what is in front of his face it just proves he's not paying attention to the bigger picture," Missy replied simply before starting back on her way. They did have a long way to go, after all.

Clara chased after her. "Then we should make him see it," she argued. "You want to save him don't you?"

"Of course I do," Missy snapped back. "You think I would be wandering towards certain death with you if I wasn't a little invested."

"Then tell him!" Clara insisted. "He won't believe me."

"No, I don't suppose he would anymore," Missy agreed. Clara growled in frustration.

"What is wrong with you?" she snapped. "You're just making this harder for everyone!"

Missy pointed to herself. "Insane evil genius," she reminded Clara. "If I tell him she's looking for him, then he'll go looking for her."

"Yes, that's the point!"

"Exactly!" Missy agreed. "If I tell him he'll go looking for her, and he'll find her. I want to find her find her before he can get his grubby old man hands on her." She turned to Clara. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to clean her? It was a nightmare."

Clara paused to close her eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm herself down. Arguing was only going to waste time, and breath, and maybe get herself killed. And, if anything, it would stop Missy helping even more. If that was even possible. Because she was being rather bloody unhelpful.

"Alright, let's try something else," Clara declared. "You have no idea where she is at all?"

"Do you think I would be wasting time with you, my dear, if I did?" Missy countered. "She should have been here."

"Well, if she's not here, there where could she be?"

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There was a flash in the desert, and a woman fell down into the dirty sand, skidding with a very distinct lack of grace. She quickly jumped up, though, checking around to make sure she wasn't in immediate danger.

She wasn't, which was a first. She quickly brushed the dust off her clothes. "Does nowhere have a decent janitor service?" she murmured to herself. The whole outfit was new. She'd only bought it a few hours ago.

Well, not bought, borrowed.

Well, not borrowed, stolen.

Now that she was out of danger and no longer being followed, she took a moment to take in her surroundings. She was in a desert and it was rather hot. Maybe the leather jacket wasn't the best choice for this jump. Well, she hadn't exactly known what the weather was going to be like, did she? Plus, she pulled it off amazingly.

She ran his fingers through her hair as she quickly put it up into a ponytail to get it off her neck before she overheated. She then checked her vortex manipulator. She winced away as it sparked at her, then tentatively tried to see the screen again.

"Skaro," she read off. "Nice. Planet of death, just where you want to be." She chewed on her lip. It would be so easy to just type in different coordinates and try again. Well, it was easy to type the coordinates into the manipulator. Whether she would actually get to her destination was still a work in progress.

"Alright, come along Danielle, your husband is in there somewhere," she said to rile herself up. "Obviously." She sighed. This was never going to be easy, was it? He couldn't have been on the planet of eternal free ice cream. No, he had to be in the middle of the Daleks.

She started the long walk to the city. "Let's go save his arse."

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Sorry for the late chapter, but I was at Disney World so I really wasn't going to get one up XD

Also sorry for the bridging chapter, but it was just kinda how it went. We should have much better content next chapter, I promise!

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