Clara her breath was fastening as she did a last sprint into the Tardis, the doctor behind her, for a second she glanced over her shoulder to see the alien species chasing them, if they weren’t this close to the Tardis she was sure they wouldn’t have made it. “Never doing this again, you need to stop insulting people.” She said, panting.
“I said I was sorry… and I can’t help it, it’s the eyebrows, they are just so angry… it sort of just happens… not my fault they find it insulting.” The Doctor protested as he quickly unlocked the TARDIS doors, pushed her inside, before slipping in himself.
The Master glared at him. “She, not It, She is sentient. Grown not built.” He knew that the man wouldn’t know that, but he was already on his last nerve.
“And i don’t see how you can class a Grandfather Clock as beautiful… especially seeing as you have not seen her from the inside. On top of that, She is my Ship and i don’t want you touching Her… especially with your grubby hands that you have not yet even washed!”
Filthy little apes!
Tony absently waved towards his ceiling while quite nearly pressing his face against the polished wood of the clock. “FRIDAY can tell something is up, and she can’t tell what and that’s definitely not normal because she’s the most advanced AI in the world, but she knows it’s not from this planet and it’s confusing her. You almost broke her when you plopped in, you know. I’d be miffed except whatever this is …” He motioned to the clock, “has both her and I very excited.”
“Sir.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed from the ceiling in a sort of distracted affirmative.
As usual, Tony was oblivious to any sort of danger around him when presented with a new object. New science? Technology? Whatever it was, he was practically vibrating. Still, he registered the personification and pulled his hands back, glancing down at the remnants of grease still coating his hands.
“Er, sorry.” He looked at the clock, ducking his head in an apology, then whirled to face the man and grinned at him. “Sorry about that, didn’t know she was a she. Like I said, FRIDAY can’t figure anything out other than it’s new, and I think she’s trying to befriend your … clock.”
“In this world, yes and only for a few years, a decade at the most, certainlyprimitive for other worlds and what comes in the future, centuries from now.” The Master told him.
A soft hum came from his TARDIS as she felt the AI try to connect. It was amusing that this… child.. would want to talk to her. But she would allow it, she would teach the young AI a few things that were allowed for this time era… perhaps even help her human to protect earth as well… shouldn’t hurt for him to be ready for the years ahead.
~Hello my dear child, perhaps you would like to tell your human that you have connected and we can talk if he wants to.~
“Darling, I specialize in bad ideas.” His crooked smile accentuated the endearment as he leaned over the papers strewn about the table. Crowley wasn’t quite tall enough to lean over the woman, and he wasn’t stupid enough to open himself to the vulnerability.
“This should be no trouble for someone of your talents to accomplish. With your abilities, our combined wits and maybe a dash of chaos, you’ll have exactly what you want and I’ll have ample compensation for my time.”
Missy mock fans her face.
“Oh, you flatter me with your kind words. Now I’m assuming you have at least a beginning of a plan am I correct?” She asked him.
Missy didn’t want to be the only one coming up with this.
“Don’t you sass me boy, you know what I want. Answers. Where are we, how did we get here and who the hell are you?”
“Well… we are on 21st century earth, we Time Travled because you were stupid enough to grab ahold of me when I pressed the button and as to who I am…” he looked at him.
Missy lent against the TARDIS, arms in front of her, holding onto the top of her umbrella, smirking, ignoring the machines unhappy hum.
“Im Missy… Why don’t you guess who i am, and i can only give you one clue.”
Damn it. He lost. How… unnervingly embarrassing. He swore he was quick on his feet; perhaps he’s lacking? He then looked at the TARDIS. He hears that tone of what she makes. The TARDIS isn’t happy about this.
“Guess? Well. You are definitely not from this world, I can tell. Hm… Give me a clue first.”
“Missy is short for ‘The Mistress’ which it the female form of…” she trailed off wanting him to put it together and finish the sentence.
The Doctor’s pet, as she’s known, made a surprised noise of protest when she was pulled forward, not exactly wanting to dance with Missy and less hold her hand.
“Yeah, you don’t usually forget getting trapped inside a Dalek, I’m pretty sure.” Clara always tried to take on a more serious tone, but pinched her lips together as she tries not to trip over the Time Lord’s feet and make matters more embarrassing for herself. “Or maybe I’m just remembering the part when you tried to get The Doctor to kill me while said dalek?”
Missy Pouted. “Come now M’Dear, we still had fun, didn’t we, working together… and not everyone gets to say they got to pretend to be a Dalek for the day.”
“I’ll even let you have a sharp pointy stick this time.” She joked. “Come on… join me, we can do the stuff that the doctor never does because he is a goodie two shoes and a spoilsport.”
Missy Dipped the Girl and then pulled her back up, still dancing to the music that had come out of nowhere.
“Ah, so the Doctor’s an owl, and your a cat? Guess that makes sense, can’t believe I didn’t come up with that before.”
Clara had picked up a tendency to relate people, or more specifically, TimeLords to various earth animals. She called The Doctor a penguin originally, but settled with owl just recently.
“Exactly.” Missy grinned at how clever the girl was to put things together.
It didn’t take too long for them to find the Local Cat Cafeteria. Missy walked inside and moved straight toward the pretty black kitty that sat near an empty table.
“‘Ello lovely. Aren’t you a pretty kitty.” She cooed stroking the cats head after letting them sniff her hand.
Clara quickly followed along, not like she had much of a choice with their arms linked together.
Her eyes widened a little as she smiles at the cat as well, brown eyes going straight for the cats black little paws. She had such a soft spot for kitty paws. “Look at those feets.” Clara whispers to Missy, softly touching one of the cats front paws with her finger.
“So cute…” she murmured and sat down on the couch, only for another cat to setting down on her lap.
“Can I tell you a secret. It’s the cats that stop me from fully distorting earth…. I think that, if the Doctor just showed up with a kitty… I’d probably abandon any plan and demand him to take me to a planet with a whole life of cats… but that also might be just this regeneration… not too sure about the others.” She grins, stroking the putting ginger tabby.
@clara-oddwald – (continued from ask) – 11th Doctor/flirting
“Thens what were you doing?” He asked raising a brow.
“I mean it’s completely understandable if you were… I am rather dashing.” He grins and straightened his bow tie.
“You’re less fine than you are good at lying.” Clara claims, though she would say the Doctor was good at fibbing and sometimes even lying to her, but she knew his sad smile like that back of her hand.
She scurried over to follow him, staying near the console.
“Yeah… well…-it’s a secret.” He blurted out as he tried to keep the console between them, not wanting her to see the blush on his face.
Clara moves to follow him, ending up on the other side of the console with her hands on it, body leaned forward. “Doctor. Are we really playing tag around this console?” She almost finished with something that could’ve exposed her previous flirtation, but held back.
“Um… Er… no… I… I just- um…” he was struggling to come up with a clever and reasonable excuse.
“I’m just… -not feeling too good! Yes that’s it.” He pointed and mock-coughs into a fist.
The Doctor’s pet, as she’s known, made a surprised noise of protest when she was pulled forward, not exactly wanting to dance with Missy and less hold her hand.
“Yeah, you don’t usually forget getting trapped inside a Dalek, I’m pretty sure.” Clara always tried to take on a more serious tone, but pinched her lips together as she tries not to trip over the Time Lord’s feet and make matters more embarrassing for herself. “Or maybe I’m just remembering the part when you tried to get The Doctor to kill me while said dalek?”
Missy Pouted. “Come now M’Dear, we still had fun, didn’t we, working together… and not everyone gets to say they got to pretend to be a Dalek for the day.”
“I’ll even let you have a sharp pointy stick this time.” She joked. “Come on… join me, we can do the stuff that the doctor never does because he is a goodie two shoes and a spoilsport.”
Missy Dipped the Girl and then pulled her back up, still dancing to the music that had come out of nowhere.
“Ah, so the Doctor’s an owl, and your a cat? Guess that makes sense, can’t believe I didn’t come up with that before.”
Clara had picked up a tendency to relate people, or more specifically, TimeLords to various earth animals. She called The Doctor a penguin originally, but settled with owl just recently.
“Exactly.” Missy grinned at how clever the girl was to put things together.
It didn’t take too long for them to find the Local Cat Cafeteria. Missy walked inside and moved straight toward the pretty black kitty that sat near an empty table.
“‘Ello lovely. Aren’t you a pretty kitty.” She cooed stroking the cats head after letting them sniff her hand.
@clara-oddwald – (continued from ask) – 11th Doctor/flirting
“Thens what were you doing?” He asked raising a brow.
“I mean it’s completely understandable if you were… I am rather dashing.” He grins and straightened his bow tie.
“You’re less fine than you are good at lying.” Clara claims, though she would say the Doctor was good at fibbing and sometimes even lying to her, but she knew his sad smile like that back of her hand.
She scurried over to follow him, staying near the console.
“Yeah… well…-it’s a secret.” He blurted out as he tried to keep the console between them, not wanting her to see the blush on his face.
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