When We Travel | Whouffaldi

Missy's Daughter's Name?

Missy's POV

I looked at Clara upside down spinning slowly.

"Having fun up there?" I asked as she made eye contact with me.

"Errr where are we? And how are we alive?" She asked, confused. I looked down at my stick that I was currently sharpening, "And more importantly. Why are you sharpening that stick?"

"Well. What if I get hungry? I'll need something to hunt with!"

Clara started to look around, "I don't see any animals." I then smirked at her. "Oh. No no no, you better not come near me with that stick!"

"Relax! Don't fuss so much!" I said, "I wouldn't want to eat you anyways. Even though the world would do better without your bossiness and stubborness..." I stood up as she started to complain some more,

"Excuse me? I am not bossy OR stubborn!" She glared at me, "And can you let me down, please?"

"I don't know. What's in it for me?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Doesn't sound like a fair deal." I said as I finished off sharpening the stick. "But I guess I can't leave you hanging for too long. Don't want you to pass out and die. Not yet anyways."

"'Not yet?!'" she questioned.

"Well you can't die without-" I paused as I cut her down. "a lil ol' kiss from your one true love." I said in an accent. She dusted herself off as she stood,

"What are you talking about now?" Clara stared at me, annoyed, after a few seconds she said, "No, Missy!"

"What do you mean 'no'?" I asked.

"You know what! We are never going to kiss because we don't like each other! I'm just his... travel buddy or something!"

"Oh really?" I asked. She nodded. "Is that why you were practically drooling over him when he was playing the guitar on a tank?" She tried to talk back but all that came out were little stutters. "Cat got your tongue?... Or do you wish The Doctor caught your tongue with hi-"

"Shut up, Missy!" Clara cut me off as I smirked at her. She then started to walk away.

"And where do you think you're going?" She then stopped in her tracks. "We need to go in there and save The Doctor. Who knows what Davros is doing to him."

"There are thousands of Daleks in there." Clara started, "Do we even have a weapon?"

"Well-" I began, "I have a pointy stick." I raised the stick up.

"Great." Clara said slowly.

"Let's go! Haven't got all day!" I announced as we walked off into the wasteland of Skaro. After a few seconds of silence, Clara asked,

"Why the hell did you call me a puppy by the way?"

"Why not?" I asked.

Clara's POV

I glared at Missy.

"Even though your a control freak. I feel like you could be controlled. ESPECIALLY by The Doctor." she smirked.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked.

"A lot of things..." She said.

The Doctor's POV

"You are gonna regret killing her, Davros..." I warned.

"It wasn't me who killed her, Doctor. It was the Daleks, they do what they want, when they want." he replied. I then walked in front of him and said slowly and quietly,