A Pregnant Mistress- part 1: the big revealMissy was rudely awakened to the feeling of her stomach acids erupting from their fleshy container.
She sprung up from the bed with great force, in a violent rush to the bathroom.
She clenched her flat belly as she emptied the little contents of her stomach.
Once she had finished, she struggled to get up on her feet and began to brush her teeth, trying to wash away the stench of vomit from her mouth which was already plagued with the sickening scent of morning breath.
She spat out the foamy, now greenish substance from her mouth and began to wash it out with water.
Once she finished, she stepped into the hallway, being sure to turn off the bathroom light, as the Doctor's bedroom was right in front of it and he for some reason always kept his door open. Which was quite a dumb choice since he was living with Missy.
She walked down the confusingly laid out corridor which Clara was still dumbfounded at how missy memorized it.
She walked wearily into her bedroom and lazily laid
Hell hath no fury...Missy was angry. She'd only just managed to wrangle her way off Skaro alive, no thanks to the Doctor, the sanctimonious git! How dare he, how dare he choose the puppy that she'd so generously gifted to him over her, his oldest and closest friend? He'd sent her his Confession dial, did that really mean so little to him? That he would treat her like she was nothing! But no, apparently it had just been an elaborate deception! And people thought that she was the manipulative one!
She saw it now. The Doctor had never cared for her. Just knew her far too well, knew that no matter how much they fought, no matter how much she had pretended in the past to want him dead, she would always, always drop all pretences and run to his aid the second she knew he was in real danger. “A cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking of” - that's what she'd once said, and despite their enmity, their deadly duels across time and space, that always rang true
Last Christmas - Deleted Scenes"Good, because there is only one way that I can communicate with Clara..."
He was beginning to doubt himself, even as the dream crab lowered itself over his face - what if he was wrong, what if it didn't work, or their dream wasn't a mutual one? What if he forgot what he was there for and the creature feeding on his mind stopped him from remembering and he fell into his own private dream world which enticed him to be there? What if...
The Doctor woke with a start, safely in his bed in the TARDIS, calling out from the remains of his dream.
Confusion set in a moment later as his dream - and it had been such a bizarre dream - quickly faded from his memory, leaving him completely disorientated and wondering what had caused him to call his friend's name so frantically. There was something important he was supposed to remember he was sure - something about her. But Clara was with Danny Pink, and he was... Well he was...
His thoughts were interrupted as a voice came from
Teasing You Into ShapeIt had been a few weeks since the Doctor had taken the Mistress aboard the TARDIS, and thus far things had gone surprisingly well. Granted they'd each had their fair share of angry Scottish rants, and she'd definitely done more than her fair share of personal space invasion over those days, which had been the cause of a significant number of those rants, on his part at least. But on the whole she'd been remarkably well behaved, considering things had not gone her way at all, and her plans had gone askew.
The Doctor was wandering through the TARDIS - generally he kept a fairly close eye on her, because of course he didn't trust her running loose on his TARDIS, but he had insisted on keeping the rare moments of sleep when they were needed apart, and not only because he didn't trust her around him while he was asleep. He'd go and find her later of course, but it was good to have some moments to himself again, especially as he was enjoying the solitary side of life a lot more since regener