Mercy Amelia Song isn't your normal alien time traveller. Between meeting her own parents backwards and forwards and back around again, She has quite the life trying to keep it straight. While a Prophecy telling of her horrific future haunts the gir...
"Missy!" Mercy stopped, planting her feet. "How do I know you're not lying?"
"Stupid girl!" Missy put a hand to the bridge of her nose, "I wouldn't waste time with your silly little problems if I wasn't getting anything out of it, and right now I need to prove to your Daddy that I'm not as deranged as he thinks I am."
"Are you serious?! When have you ever cared about what the Doctor thinks of you?" Mercy ripped her wrist from the woman's grasp. "Why are you here, except to tell me I did something wrong?" Her toes curled into the carpet, trying to root herself in place, incentive to stand her ground. Though Missy was just ever so slightly shorter than Mercy, the elder Timelady's tendency for unhinged violence, a storm-like temperament, and loud heels made up for every lost centimetre.
"The longer we stand arguing here, the more likely you are to die... alongside your family." Missy mocked, "And as much as I'd enjoy watching that, I would rather not live in a universe dominated by Gallifrey." Her steely blue eyes almost glowed in the moonlight that shone through the thin window panes, but her face was otherwise unreadable.
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"This is bullshit!" Mercy replied. "Everyone keeps expecting me to make some devastating choice, but I'm not worth anything to them any more!"
Missy shook her head, "And what are you exactly, Child?"
Mercy folded her arms, frowning at Missy, "I'm Timelord, same as you."
"No, you're a genetically modified Regeneration Energy Bio-battery that Rassilon ordered from Genetics Chef Kovarian with a side of schismatic prophecy." Missy spat back. "Whether you like it or not, you're still perfectly valuable to them."
"They took all my regeneration energy!" Mercy argued.
"Did they?" Missy raised an eyebrow.
"I'm still mostly human!" Mercy added.
"Your blendered genetics can be restored, idiot." Missy reached out and whacked the girl beside the head.
"Ow!" Mercy whined, stepping back. "Wouldja please stop doing that every time we meet?"
"Of course not," Missy tapped her foot. "Now, are you coming or not?" She fixed Mercy with a look.
"What's even after us?" Mercy asked, rubbing her head distrustfully.
"Rassilon's army." Missy answered quickly.
"But I thought he didn't have a planet or an-"
"Oh do try to keep up When do you plan to stop the arguing and get to the Universe saving, again?" Missy cut her off. "I'd rather like to not bring the Time War back."
"Since when has the Time War been a part of this?" Mercy frowned, deciding not to follow the Timelady. This felt too much like a trap. It wasn't like Missy had ever been wrong in the past. Unhelpful and inconvenient, for sure. But wrong? No. Yet this whole sudden flaming emergency felt suspicious to Mercy. She felt like there should have been a little more forewarning or evidence for such extremities than just Missy turning up to smack her brains out again.
