Author's note: This is me trying to get over my writer's block by posting a drabble or ficlet every day I don't write at least 100 words in a WIP. Quote at the end is from the books by P. C. Hodgell.
Summary: Did your father know what you were (what you could become)?
"My father knew," said Missy. "Or guessed."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Yeah? Is that why he went mad?"
Rumor had it that the old kithriarch of Oakdown had named the president a traitor, sending his house drudges to assassinate the high council before vanishing without trace into the Death Zone.
"He was terrified his whole life it would be him. When he saw the signs in me, well..." Missy shrugged. "Years after I had left Gallifrey, he called in favors to send me a Matrix vision."
I cast you out. Blood and bone, you are no kin of mine.