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‘Mmm. If that's what I have to do. It's time to change. Maybe I've been wandering for too long. Now I've got someone to care for.’

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[serpentae]

New Look

The Doctor knows. The Doctor remembers. Missy. She has left Missy on the ship, alone, vulnerable, dying. She knows what had happened, because the connection between two Time Lords can never really fade away, and she knows she had been wrong about her. She had stood with him, in the very end.

She might be dead already—but she might not be. Hope is a dangerous thing.

The Doctor finds Missy in the forest. She runs to her. She kneels next to her body and puts her hands on her hearts. There is a pulse. Weak, but pulse nonetheless. There is only one thing she can do now. She should have enough residual regeneration energy to do it.

She cups her cheeks and kisses her, pouring Artron energy into her and triggering her own regeneration. Maybe she wouldn’t regenerate at all—maybe she’d just heal herself. That is all in the stars.

A tear rolls down the Doctor’s cheek. It’s working. Missy is waking up.

“Missy!” she calls. “Missy. You’re alive.”

Missy blinks. She is beautiful. “Doctor?”

“Yes, it’s me.” She smiles. She wants to kiss her again—it’s something about this body—but doesn’t.

“I love the new look.”

[serpentae]

wiilgrahams → jaimclannisters

So you might have noticed that I kinda remade my blog and cancelled the aesthetic sideblog I had. I needed change, and I thought it was time for a URL change as well after seven months of having this one. I'd be greatful if you could reblog and spread the word :)

[serpentae]

cross the universe

This is what I wish to happen at the end of The Doctor Falls. Just give me the happy, okay? Some light Twissy ahead.

‘So, what happens now, Doctor?’ Missy looked up. Her voice trembled. She crossed her legs, and her skirt swept a few stray specks of dust off the floor. The Doctor leant against the console, gripping its edge with his hand. The look in his eyes was distant, searching for a mental crutch.

The Doctor has parked the TARDIS in his office and dropped Nardole off. He couldn’t—wouldn’t, really—think of any other place. Earth was a habit, the blue planet an asylum for the two Time Lords. They had a history.

The Master—the other Master, or Mistress now: a Cyberman had shot her—went her own way. The Doctor had wiped her memories of the encounter; she would get them back, eventually, when time would catch up with her and she would reach the moment of looking into her past self’s eyes. It was for the best. Who would they be to oppose the natural course of events and consistency of time?

It was only the two of them. The oldest friends (were they friends, now?) in the whole universe.

He moved closer to the chair Missy was sitting in. One step, two steps. ‘I don’t know, Mistress.’ The TARDIS hummed, perhaps to encourage her Time Lord.

Stand with me. The thought echoed in his mind. The intense brainwaves reached Missy’s, too. The connection they once used to have was still there and never could evaporate. In the battle, she stood with him. It was a tough fight between her past and her future, between good and evil, between herself and the Doctor. The Master had said he would never forgive her for what had happened to his little human, and the Doctor had said he had forgiven her for worse. In the end, she had made the choice, and it had been the right one. She was a different person now. She was good. She tried to be. For her Doctor. But the battle, in which they all had killed, was over now. Did he still want her to be his friend? To stand with him, and by him?

‘Will you lock me up again?’ she asked, and she was afraid.

‘No.’ The Doctor waved his hand in the air. ‘I think you can stay here… with me… if you want to.’ Was that a smile on his face? ‘The TARDIS is nothing but striving in your presence, after all.’

‘Because you are neglecting her, my dear Doctor!’ She was gazing into his eyes, now. Her look was stern, despite the uncertainty on her mind.

‘No, I am not.’

‘Yes, you are. Isn’t he?’ The last words were louder. She turned her head to the ceiling. There was another deep hum. The Doctor opened his mouth in protest but shut it again. He thought carefully about what he would say next. ‘Anyway. What’s in the past is in the past. I believe—I am capable of believing that we can change. That we can make this work. But I need one thing from you, Missy.’

‘Name it,’ said Missy, pretending as if she didn’t care. She did, nonetheless.

He paused. His eyes dropped to the floor as he stepped even closer. ‘I have forgiven you. For Bill, for everything. But I need you to forgive me, too.’ He found the audacity to look his old friend in the eye again. He caught her off guard.

Missy stood up quickly. She took a breath to say something, but the Doctor was faster. For what? she was going to ask. He could hear it. ‘For being an idiot and treating you the way no being should be treated.’ He cocked his head. ‘You didn’t deserve that. You are not my… enemy.’ Not at the moment. Hopefully, not anymore.

It was Missy who got closer now. The Doctor did not push her away this time. ‘You said it yourself. What’s in the past is in the past.’ She took his hands in hers just as before. The Doctor was calm this time. His hearts beat in unison with hers. ‘I would cross the universe for you.’

She would. She did. She would burn it, too, if that was what he wanted. But he never would. That was what made them different. They also had things in common: they would do anything for each other, anytime, even though they might not admit so.

After a few more moments of silence, the Doctor spoke, ‘Thank you.’ He stepped back, letting go of her like he was scared what might happen if he didn’t. His face suddenly lit up, and he was a wholly new person. Excited. ‘Now, are you hungry? Because I am definitely hungry. Let’s have a picnic.’

The Time Lady slowly raised her eyebrows. Sometimes, the Doctor still managed to surprise her. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Yes, Missy. A picnic. Under the stars! Just like the old days, you and me.’ He smiled widely. It was a long time since he gave a smile like that to her. He walked over to the console, pressed a few buttons, and dematerialised. He didn’t tell her where they were going.

‘Alright,’ she sing-sang. ‘But you’re making the food.’

They could make it work, maybe, this new alliance. Partnership. It would take time to be open with each other again, but they were, doubtlessly, making progress.

Hope was a dangerous thing, but when did they not embrace danger with open arms?

[serpentae]

Sunset

Have some Twissy fluff I wrote at 1 AM because of @timclady. It’s for you.

The Doctor grabbed a piece of an unidentifiable purple fruit from the stand and smiled at the street trader. The squishy blob smelled like spoiled cheese and made Missy sick. He took a large bite of it.

‘Mmh. This is good,’ he said with his mouth full the pulp. He chewed loudly. He pushed it in front of her face. ‘Do you want some?’

‘Doctor, this is utterly disgusting,’ Missy replied drily, wrinkling her nose. ‘And please, stop eating loudly.’ She gracefully removed his hand with the fruit from her personal space and walked ahead.

The Doctor discarded the fruit and caught up with her quickly. She was eyeing a selection of meats from almost every part of the known universe and dishes made of those with pretended unconcern. It at

The Doctor thought so too, so obviously he had to try half of the soups and stews. Missy only had a flavour of two meaty meals. She intended to keep her figure, thank you very much.

He tasted the fifth kind of goulash. This one intrigued him more than the others. ‘Is this Ramatorrian? I think I can recognise the spices.’

The yellow-skinned woman behind the stall bowed her feelers, and they sniffed at the dish the Doctor pointed a finger at with them and replied, ‘Yes, sir, it’s King Rhoan’s special recipe. He made it himself, for this occasion only.’

It was a huge celebration of the President’s 200th birthday on Clodana, a planet acclaimed for its long-standing food festivals. There were over two thousand stands stretching across miles of land, meals from almost every planet in the universe were served for a period of 30 days, and millions of visitors arrived in the city to experience the diverse tastes. Only this time, it was twice as larger and lasted twice as long. The Doctor and Missy could not give it a miss.

If only the Doctor had not decided to try everything they offered there at all costs. He acted immaturely and inappropriately sometimes, enough to make her feel a bit ashamed of him. He was raving about a pie for two hours not so long ago.

‘Give me two bowls of it to go, will you?’ he said to the vendor and handed her a coin. They left the stand with yet another bag hanging on the Doctor’s arm. His pockets were full already.

As soon as they approached another stand, he noticed someone slicing a giant cherry-like fruit and ran there excitedly. This place overflowed with unknown cultures, and he has always loved discovering new things as much as he hated not knowing of them. Even a child at the Academy, he was fascinated with the worlds beyond Gallifrey and Kasterborous.

That was a part of why she had had a crush on him back then.

It was rather endearing; Missy had to admit that. He was happy as he wasn’t for a very long time, the pain of all he has lost forgotten and all his heavy burdens lifted. She could feel the radiance around him penetrating her mind and filling her with positivity.

There were suddenly too many people at the cherry stand. No wonder: it was from Zairon, a war zone, as the Doctor found out. It was very rare to see such contribution. Missy was getting uncomfortable.

‘Doctor, leave it; you won’t get a piece anyway,’ she told him, emitting waves of anxiety.

‘But that is a Zaironian cherry,’ he objected. Missy was left with no other choice than grasping the Doctor’s hand and pulling him away from there.

When they were far enough, she did not let go of the hand. The connection between them was stronger, then.

After Zaironian cherries, they came to a stand that read SOL III on the sign. Earth. There were examples of foods from all parts of the planet, all familiar to the Doctor and some to her.

‘They have fish and chips!’ he exclaimed. He was even more excited about his favourite British cuisine than all the foreign specialities. Missy rolled her eyes at him but followed his steps and even stole a chip later.

‘I am surprised you still haven’t popped by now,’ she laughed. For some strange reason, she stabbed his stomach with a finger in a playful manner. Maybe it was the wine she has had.

The Doctor chuckled, but his face turned serious quickly. She could sense slight fear and uncertainty.

‘I almost died, Missy. Back on the ship. This body is still weak and needs energy, or it might collapse,’ he confessed. He looked her in the eye. ‘I don’t want to change again. I can’t, Missy. I am doing what I can to stop it, and this,’ he pointed at the stands and cheerful people around them, ‘is me pretending it’s okay.’

The Doctor faced the ground. He has been scared to say that aloud, and now the truth was spoken. Missy put her other hand on his,

‘Doctor, I,’ she faltered, ‘I’m sorry. ...Let’s just get as much food as we can and watch the sunset.’

‘Yes, that sounds perfect,’ he said quietly. ‘Thank you.’

They slowly moved ahead with the stream of people flowing to the Cathedral. It stood atop a hill, and the view of the setting sun was truly spectacular from there. On the way, they passed a large stand with hundreds of kind of ice cream, all odd flavours. The Doctor naturally had to have some. Missy refused to try egg ice cream or a Lon’an lettuce one.

Though, the creamy pink ice looked rather appealing, sitting in the wafer cornet and melting onto his hand in the red blaze of the sun. Still holding the Doctor’s hand, Missy leant into him and rested her head on his shoulder. When he didn’t look (or so she thought), she had a lick. It wasn’t that bad at all.

All of this wasn’t that bad at all, travelling with the Doctor in his TARDIS and discovering and saving planets instead of destroying them. It was beautiful. She believed she could handle this life. She believed she could be good, for him.

The Doctor turned his head at her and smiled. He wrapped one arm around her body. Missy returned the smile and allowed herself to relax.