Author Note: Just a mention that this chapter contains Missy X OC fem slash.

Chapter 4

"He's not coming back for you. He lies. The Doctor always lies."

As Missy said those words, whilst sitting in the front room sipping tea, while she cautiously watched her from the sofa, Tina looked at her warily. Everything the Doctor had said about this woman ran through her head, but as she looked at her and the hour grew later and she heard no sound of a returning Tardis, she felt confused.

"I'm glad you invited me in," Missy said as she set down the tea cup in its china saucer, "You see, it's hard to know who to trust, I understand that. But I've come here bearing you no malice. He was chasing me to get this back."

And she drew a crystal out of her pocket, it was deep lilac in shade and its rough edges were unpolished. Tina had expected to see it shine but instead it looked dull and lifeless, a piece of uninteresting rock...

"Why? What's so special about it?"she asked her.

"It's housing for a shape shifting creature,"Missy replied, "And I seem to have..mislaid it..." her eyes shifted left and right about the room and then she looked again to Tina and smiled.

"As long as I have this in my possession, he can use his Tardis to find me. So I've decided to hand it over to you for safe keeping. It's harmless, just keep it for me until I come back for it. I may not be back for a few years but one day, when the time is right, I'll return. And I promise you, if you take care of this crystal for me, I guarantee your safety. When the Doctor returns I'll make sure no harm comes to you. And he will come back one day," she added, "But for this piece of rock – not for you. He doesn't want you. I'm sorry, but its true."

Then she got up and went over to the sofa and joined her, setting the crystal down on the table.

"I think I'm right in guessing he's been having his fun with you," Missy remarked, "I can smell something inviting in the air like somebody's had their pussy eaten recently...is it you?"

Tina's face flushed as she felt a tingle between her legs, Missy's words had woken up all those feelings the Doctor had left there when he had made her come and then said goodbye. She was still aching from him and for him and after the wine, felt a little too horny and loosened up to bother denying it...

"We might have had something together..."she said quietly.

Missy smiled and shifted closer, then without warning grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped it up, revealing her sticky thighs and as Tina parted her legs as she gave into an increasing ache, Missy's hand on her thigh felt warm and soft. Tina's underwear was off, she was exposed and suddenly she wanted her to touch her there, and she shifted back in the seat and opened her legs wider as she gave a sigh.

"Oh, he's really got you worked up..." Missy murmured, her fingers sliding down into warm wetness and spreading her wide in a way that made her gasp.

"I bet if I gave you a little lick I could taste him," she added, and then she lowered her head, sliding her tongue up and down warm, swollen flesh as Tina's legs trembled and she closed her eyes, giving into this seduction that was brand new. She had never been with a woman before, and the thrill of it was exhilarating...

Then as Missy took a mirrored make up compact from her pocket and opened it she looked, down seeing her reaching into the compact and accessing a concealed compartment.

"What are you doing?" Tina said.

By now Missy was knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa between her open legs.

"I've got a little something for you," she said, and she licked her fingertip and dipped it in the powder then closed the compact and put it back in her pocket. Then she held the delicate folds of her flesh wide, placed the coated finger on her clitoris and pressed firmly, rubbing in a slow, circular motion. Tina gave a gasp as the most sensitive part of her body throbbed hard and stayed swollen, as she looked down she saw her sex looking reddened and enlarged.

"What did you do?"

Missy was still holding her spread open, admiring the view. She looked up at her.

"It's just a stimulant to keep you aroused, keep that little pleasure button of yours erect for a few hours... Now, where was I..."

The feeling of such hyper arousal was too much. Tina spread her legs wider and gave a groan loudly as Missy placed her mouth on her and started to suck and then lick in a rough, bruising way that made her cry out and beg for more. Soon she was on the edge, and that was when she stopped and gently blew on the sensitive flesh.

"Not yet," she murmured, and as she toyed with her swollen flesh, teasing her with a fingertip and a nail sharp enough to feel as if she were plucking at her skin, she moved her finger over the place she had called her pleasure button, stopping quickly as Tina thrust her hips forward.

"I'd take you with me if I wasn't so busy with other plans," Missy said as her gaze stayed fixed on her swollen sex as she pressed her fingertip down firmly and began to rub quickly and roughly.

"But I have things to do to. Shame, because I could have taken you away from here and made you my slave. Oh, what fun I could have had with you... First thing I'd do is get rid of this pubic hair...expose you so I can see all your flesh going nice and flushed when I toy with it...and I'd have to make that little button of yours permanently erect, make you turned on all the time and up for anything..."

Tina could only cry out as her thighs shook and Missy continued to rub at her swollen flesh.

"But I suppose I'd better stop now – I have to go...a little harder...does that hurt?"

The rubbing had become hard and brutal and suddenly as orgasm exploded through her body, making her scream as wetness ran from her, Missy stopped rubbing, watched as she slumped down against the sofa, then she paused to pat the reddened flesh between her legs – movement that made Tina whimper now because she was so sensitive the pat had felt more like a slap.

"It was fun, I bet I'm more fun than he was...And don't forget dear, look after that crystal for me."

"Okay, I will," she said breathlessly, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Missy had left her now and was walking out the door. Tina wanted to follow but her thighs shook as she closed her legs, then she put her hand down there and pressed, giving a weak groan as more feelings of arousal shuddered through her body and wetness made her thighs damp.

Two hours later it was dark outside and Tina had gone to the bathroom and soaked a wash cloth in cold water and put it between her legs and been partly successful in bringing down the swelling, although little throbs of arousal still shot through her red, still swollen sex. She didn't bother with underwear because the swelling would have made wearing it uncomfortable, and so she just packed up her stuff, put the crystal in her pocket and hoped that Missy – despite the fun they had shared – had been lying when she said the Doctor had no intention of coming back for her.

Of course he would come back.

It was nightfall now, and he had promised...

Then came the sound of the front door opening.

She had run down there hoping to see the Doctor – but instead it had been Mr Franklin, and he was carrying a heavy case.

"Evening Tina," said the heavy set, middle aged man in the sharp suit, "If you're ready to go, I'll just take this upstairs and go and get your money."

Then he went up the stairs carrying heavy suitcase. And she waited, but then curiosity got the better of her, and, as it usually did, time played out in the way it was mean to happen:

She had walked in and seen the diamonds. He had grabbed her, they had struggled, and then as she had been slammed onto the mattress, he had shoved up her skirt and seen how aroused she looked. That was when the look in his eyes had changed, and she realised not only was she not getting out of here alive, but the bastard was going to rape her first...

That was when she saw it, during the struggle - gun concealed at his side beneath his open jacket.

She had grabbed it, done it so fast he hadn't realised until it went off and he was soaked in blood and so were her hands... that was when the look in his eyes had changed, just after she pushed him off her and he fell to the floor lifeless, staring up at the ceiling while the blood continued to spread beneath him.

Tina had started to shake as she saw the mess and blood and then it dawned on her that she had just shot someone. She ran to the bathroom and washed the blood from her hands and the gun and then dried the weapon carefully using a towel and tossed it to the floor next to the corpse.

She had looked down at her clothing:

No stains. It had just been her hands, and they looked clean now, even if she knew differently.

The case was hard to shut. She slammed it down twice before the catches snapped shut, then she grabbed it by the handle, hauled it off the bed, picked up her over night bag and stepped over the body, half expecting it to come back to life and grab her ankle like she had seen happen in horror movies. But the man everyone said was a gangster stayed dead, and she hurried from the room and down the stairway, paused in the front room to get rid of the wine bottle, washing it out then smashing it into the bin, and then she grabbed her bag and the case full of diamonds, turned the lock sharply and wrenched open the front door, and then she was gone.

Then she was running away from the house and down the lonely, quiet road, carrying a suit case full of diamonds, running in the dark in white stilettos and as she ran she thought of the Doctor. He should have been back by now...

But when she reached the other side of the bridge and sat down, no Tardis came. Then she looked skyward and wondered where he was, and that was when she started to cry, feeling sure she would always be watching the stars, even if he had no intention of coming back, because she knew a small part of her would always be hoping that he did...

Twenty-Seven Years Later:

The Tardis landed smoothly in the woodland, sending just a light flurry of leaves torn from branches protesting at the sudden whirlwind. And the last of the leaves fell to the ground, the door opened and the Doctor stepped out. Coming back here brought back fond memories of Tina, and the promise he had made. The time he had spent in the Tardis had healed him and his only regret was that perhaps he was too late – not too late to save the world, but certainly too late to save his friendship and more that might have been with Tina, because on the way back he he had realised his error – he had taken the Tardis forward too far, twenty seven years, to be exact...

But even as he had tried to change course, the Tardis had refused to allow him that choice. It was then it dawned on him that he had been right about Missy – she had left something here, and it took twenty-seven years to mature, at which time the creature would be open to suggestion from Missy, the captor who it now saw as its owner, and all she had to do was tell it to destroy earth and...

He couldn't think about that consequence.

To think of the earth being ripped apart by a shape shifting alien creature that didn't know right from wrong was too much to bear.

Would Missy really go that far?

Perhaps she had other plans, maybe the creature was a bargaining chip and she had other ideas. If she did, he was sure he figured in them some how...

Either way, the Tardis had been determined he stay on this course.

The Doctor walked towards the house. He opened the gate and went up the path, thinking how little had changed since he had last been here. Almost thirty earth years later and the house looked the same, the garden still well kept and in the full bloom of summer.

As he reached the porch he stood there for a moment, looking about him again:

There was a gleaming silver car in the drive way and the garage door was open. In the garage was another car, small, red and sporty. He stepped back and glanced up at the house again, recalling that day back in the late '80s when he had turned up after crashing his Tardis. That day it had been raining but today there was not a sign of rain nor the hint of thunder in the distance to herald the coming of a summer storm. The brick work looked a little more weathered and the curtains that had once been frothy net were now sheer and elegant. The door had been painted blue – same shade as his Tardis, and that made him smile as he wondered how often she thought of the day he had stumbled into her life.

Then his smile faded as she considered the years that had flown by – for him it had been a matter of days but for Tina, almost three decades.

Maybe that was too much to forgive...

His twin hearts felt heavy as he knocked on the door and the brass knocker gleamed in the morning sunlight.

The Doctor waited.

Five minutes passed, then he knocked again.

The door opened.

"Yes?" she said.

He looked at her, and as the memories hit him sharply, he felt washed through with fondness and his eyes misted with tears at the sight of the woman in the doorway, who strangely looked much as he remembered her – she was wearing jeans and a light T shirt and her honey coloured hair fell to her shoulders.

"It's so good to see you again!" he said warmly,"I'm sorry I was late – my mistake...or maybe it wasn't...maybe I was meant to return now, because there's something you need to be aware of -"

"Who are you?"

"It's me, the Doctor..."

He blinked, and that mist in his eyes brought about by emotion cleared. Then he blinked again, staring at the young woman in the doorway with black eyeliner and a gold nose ring who looked to be around twenty-five.

"You're not Tina?"

She shook her head, and as she looked intently at him, her face paled.

"I'm Lucinda...I'm her daughter...Oh my god...it really is you!"

She turned back from the doorway sharply.

"Mum!" she yelled, "Get out here, he's back!"

The Doctor stayed on the doorstep as Lucinda heard a reply from somewhere in the house, and then she ran down the hallway and he heard a quick exchange of words, but spoken low, and then as he heard footsteps approaching the front door, he looked up from the polished floor where she walked in stiletto shoes that clicked on the wooden boards, her legs were toned and her hips shapely and the black dress she wore was thin and the hem of it skimmed her lower thighs. The plunging neckline of the dress reminded him of all he had missed out on these past three decades, and then she was in front of him at the door, her fair hair falling in perfect, salon cultivated waves to her shoulders as she paused to run a manicured hand through her hair and the sunlight caught on a slender, platinum bracelet.

Her face wasn't in the flush of youth any more but her skin looked great and her make up had changed, it was light but expensive like her perfume and her eyes were smoky and dark and her sheer lipstick shone. There was barely a line on her face although her figure was slightly heavier now. She was a beautiful woman but yes, that look was in her eyes now – it always would be, because after he had left, she had shot dead the man who attacked her and stole the diamonds from him, the spoils of a robbery. But fate had brought her back here as he knew it would, and now she felt tied to this place for ever more. She had the mansion and the money. And she knew there was no fairytale ending.

"I left you less than a week ago," he began, "And I was sore and tired and I made a mistake with my calculations – I didn't mean to be this late -"

The slap to his face knocked him sideways and where he was sure most people would be seeing stars at a moment like that, as she hit him, he just briefly saw Clara flash to mind, because that slap had stung like hell.

"Bastard!" she said bitterly, "I waited for you! And you never came back! Not for twenty seven years, you just abandoned me!"

Her eyes were blazing with hurt and anger, and he knew he had to get past that if he was going to salvage their friendship and save the world from a potential threat that she was yet to understand.

"Please let me explain, this is important," he began, looking at her pleadingly as he paused to rub his stinging cheek.

Fury burned in her eyes.

"You've got five minutes," she said bitterly, "And this had better be good!"