Deadlock

Chapter 15

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"It itches."

Rolling her eyes as Seb moaned for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes Osgood for once tried to emulate Missy's distinct lack of interest. Even if it was becoming harder by the second to ignore that the only clothing they had been able to scrounge up on Missy's Tardis was heavy and itchy and far too big for her.

At least Seb wasn't tripping over his feet every time he took a step but Osgood knew better than to complain, there was something to be said for perspective of the bigger picture. Of course Seb was probably sulking that he ended up matching her instead of matching The Master's outfit, yet there was only one set of reinforced armour and considering how constricting it looked Osgood had been only too happy when The Master had claimed it.

The timelady was a whirling dervish at her Tardis controls, one moment flicking switches then next her bright blue eyes would narrow locked on the display as she stared down at symbols and figures that made Osgood's head hurt just staring at them.

Occasionally Missy would speak out loud yet Osgood was as still in the dark about where they were going or why The Doctor was in danger as she was the moment they set foot on board Missy's Tardis and part of her smarted at being so completely dismissed and ignored.

"..he thinks he's so bloody clever.."

"Surely you must have something that isn't so scratchy."

"...thinks no one could ever think there way out of one of his little traps.."

"And I really don't think red is my colour."

"...well I'll show him..."

"How about something in blue or grey?"

"...I'll make him scream apologies..."

"Or black..."

"Please god just stop!" Osgood's scream of frustration surprised herself as well as the others; Missy's scowl at being distracted from her work had Osgood swallowing nervously, yet it was the growing smug smile on Seb's face that really pushed her over the edge.

"Careful Skip we wouldn't want our trip through time and space to come to abrupt end." Missy hissed. "Say by accidentally being pushed out of the Tardis whilst it's moving?"

"Just tell me what is happening, perhaps I can help?" Osgood added hopefully, shuffling around the console to where The Master was working, ignoring Seb's scoff.

"You help?" He commented derision dripping from his lips. "How could a mewling infant like you help anyone?"

Yet Missy tilted her head thoughtfully an almost smile playing about her lips. "But what if it was dangerous Skip? What if it meant risking that fragile little life of yours?"

"Are we going to save The Doctor?" Osgood demanded lifting her chin as Missy's smile only grew.

"Amongst other things, I'm afraid we'll probably die horrendously unpleasant deaths."

"What other things?"

"Why revenge of course." Missy replied simply as if the answer was so obvious it didn't need spelling out, yet her thoughtful look continued and Osgood continued to feel nervous as Missy smiled.

"There is something you could do Skip if you really do want to help save The Doctor..."

Nodding her answer Osgood could only step forward as the smirking mistress beckoned her forward with one crooked finger, like a spider enticing a fly into its parlour. She tried not to flinch as Missy seemed to ooze around her, the warmth of timelady's breath on her cheek as she pressed herself against Osgood's back and rested her chin on the younger woman's shoulder.