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@floofydoctor (continued)
She nearly staggered with the weight of him as he sank into her embrace instead of going awkward and stiff or trying to extricate himself from her grasp as she’d expected. It was both a welcome and a worrying surprise, Missy thought as she wrapped her arms around him more tightly.
“I’ve got you.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple before resting her cheek against his head. “It’s okay, Doctor. I’m here, I’m here. I’ve got you.”
@allhailthebigtalkingbird (continued)
Too late, Missy realized her mistake. This was going to be an awkward next few minutes, at the least. She doubted that she could trust Frobisher to keep a secret from the incarnation of the Doctor he had come to know, even if it was with the purpose of keeping the Time Lord’s future intact.
“…There wasn’t one, all I said was ‘wanted criminal’. You must be hearing things, dear. I know they thought you didn’t have a concussion, but maybe I should double check.”
Pushing herself upright gingerly and swinging her legs over the side of the hospital bed, Missy reached out with her uninjured arm. She could probably perform a memory wipe without making physical contact, but this lowered the risk of anything going wrong–as long as Frobisher didn’t get suspicious and try to resist, because then she might just have to tell him the truth and hope for the best.
@allhailthebigtalkingbird (continued)
Missy merely laughed and shook her head, letting her hands drop to her sides. “Oh, the look on your face… I wasn’t going to actually eat you, silly thing! Of course not!”
Her laughter subsided quickly, leaving only her bright, wolfish grin. “As you said–that’s what the ‘kiddies’ are for.”
@allhailthebigtalkingbird (continued)
Miraculously, she managed to get all the way to the TARDIS door without having to dodge any attacks, even carrying a semi-conscious chatterbox whifferdil in the form of a penguin. If she wasn’t in a hurry, she’d have taken a moment to gloat, privately, but every second counted. Besides, the blood starting to stain her favourite coat put a bit of a damper on things.
Missy adjusted her grip on Frobisher so she could snap her fingers, opening the door of her TARDIS, and ducked inside. She kicked the door shut again, and strode down the stairs on the far side of her console to where she kept her emergency kit.
“If you’re stuck in this form, then the zero room might not… work properly on you.” She explained as she set him down and started rooting through the kit. “Better to be careful. Gotta fix you up manually.”
The console room’s lights flickered--a silent alarm. The Sontarans had found them, no doubt. Missy sighed, and stood, moving quickly back towards the console. “Just hold on, try not to bleed out, we have to get out of here before I can stitch you back together. Put pressure on the wound. Obviously.”
@allhailthebigtalkingbird (continued)
She turned her head towards Frobisher, eyebrows raised. “Sartre. You know, ‘Hell is other people’? No? …Huh. Wasted a perfectly good reference on you.”
Missy rolled onto her side and struggled to her feet, intent on investigating the damage done to the rest of the room to see if anything useful could be salvaged–and furthermore, to try and figure out what or who had triggered the blast earlier than she’d anticipated. As she sifted through the rubble, she addressed her companion.
“This was not part of the plan, no. Well, it sort of was. But I was counting on us being… elsewhere before all this happened. Which obviously didn’t work out.”
@magnusofprydon (continued)
In a flash, Missy had sat back up and wrapped her arms around Magnus.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m fine. It was just pretend, precious. Just me being silly. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She soothed, pulling the child into her lap and holding her close. She kissed the top of Magnus’ head, then drew back to cup her daughter’s face and wipe away all trace of tears.
“You never ever have to worry about anything bad happening to me.” She said seriously, locking eyes with Magnus. “I promise--no matter what happens, I’ll come back from it all right every time. For you. Because I love you so very much.”
She ended her declaration with a kiss to the girl’s forehead, and a soft smile as she pulled her into another hug. “Okay, Maggie? Feeling better?”
@theoldgirlsboys (continued)
“It was in the last place I thought to look, of course.” She called back to him, skimming the fingertips of her free hand along the console as she headed towards a set of stairs leading up to one of the kitchens. “In other words, right where I’d left it!”
Missy laughed, and started up the stairs. “Don’t think you can get out of answering my question, dear. Is there some special occasion that warrants such a sweet gift?”
Her footsteps slowed to a halt as she looked down at the rose she was twirling in her fingers, lost in thought. His evasiveness, the slight blush on his cheeks, the loveliness of his gift--it almost felt like he was courting her. Oh.
“...Or did you just miss me?” She asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft and serious as she turned back to face him again.
