Saints and Sinners

To Business Then

The Doctor looked down at the napkin Missy had scrawled out the name of her hotel on and looked back up at the building in front of him. It matched alright. But it just didn't make sense to him. Hunters didn't exactly live in the lap of luxury; they usually didn't get paid at all for what they did and had to go about things in other manners. But this woman clearly must have come from money or she was just really good at conning the right people. There was no way he would ever be able to afford a room in a five star hotel like this. How she could was beyond him. But he stuffed the napkin back into his pocket and strolled into the lobby, suddenly feeling a bit underdressed in his hoodie and coat. He told the receptionist the room number and she pointed him the direction he needed to go to find it. To find her. He took the elevator to the twelfth floor and quickly made his way out of the metal contraption as soon as it reached his level. He wasn't much for tight spaces, he felt trapped in them. He glanced down at his outfit as his stood in front of her door before knocking. He wasn't sure why he cared what he looked like in front of her. She was just an other eccentric Hunter like all the rest, right? Or maybe there was something more to her than he realized. Whatever it was he didn't care. She was company in a time he needed it most. He knocked on the door and rocked on his heels as he waited for the familiar Scottish woman to open the door. He hoped this wasn't some sort of elaborate prank. Or worse. Every second that ticked by made him overthink the situation more than it needed to be. And by thirty seconds he was going mad. But thankfully Missy opened the door before he had completely lost it. "Sorry love. Didn't expect you so soon." She apologized, swinging the door open and holding a hand out to welcome him in. He stepped inside, gawking at her marvelous room. He had to admit he hadn't expected it to be so big on the inside. She closed the door behind him and gave a little half smile. "I want to apologize. Things aren't quite in order and I'm not fully dressed yet." He of course, glanced up at those words. She was in a long white slip, a white corset and not much else. He honestly had been too impressed with the room to notice her state of dress. "I had just finished up dinner and was putting on something presentable. Do give me a moment to..."
"It's fine." He was quick to stop her, not really knowing why himself. "You look fine. It's just me."
She raised an eyebrow at him, her red lips curling into a smirk. "Just you?" She asked, chuckling a bit. She made her way to her closet though, pulling out a long purple skirt and a button down shirt. "Who are you to me, Doctor?" She asked, pulling the shirt on over her corset and buttoning it to her throat.
He watched her, for some reason unable to pry his eyes from her. "Yeah... I-I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this." He apologized, finally adverting his eyes from her.
She grinned at him as she finished dressing and sat down on the edge of her bed, gesturing for him to sit in one of the arm chairs across from her. "No need to apologize, love. You're hardly the first man to look at me."
He blushed even redder at her comment as he obeyed and sat across from her.
"So. To business then?" She asked, folding her hands in her lap and smiling at him.
He nodded, finally composing himself. He truly did not understand what had come over him. He was usually rather calm and collected, even when it came to women. But not her for some reason. "Aye. Business then."
She nodded and smiled at him. "You're going after Koschei. You know you can't do that alone, right?"
He sighed, not replying right away. He knew that was probably true. But he really didn't want to get anyone else involved in the mess he'd started. People around him always got hurt and it was far too soon after Clara's death for him to even think about involving himself with anyone else. "No." He states flatly looking up at her. "I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. I have to do this on my own."
She rolled her eyes. "Doctor, I know you're looking out for my safety or whatever but this is different. I'm a hunter same as you. Not one of you little friends who travels around with you. Yes I know the rumors about you. Don't pretend like you're shocked that I know you keep non-hunters around for company."  She held up a hand to stop him from talking at the mention of his past companions. "I know what I'm doing. I've fought off demons before, killed a few actually. This isn't anything new for me. I can handle myself. And no this isn't an offer. You don't have an option. I'm going to help you track her down and kill her. And if you don't accept my help I'll do it on my own. And you and I both know that going after her alone is a suicide mission. I'm willing to accept that. But are you willing to take the blame for my death?"
He didn't speak. She had a point. He could tell she wasn't bluffing either. She was crazy enough to go after the succubus on her own. And she was right. He wouldn't be able to bare the guilt of her death if he allowed her to go into it on her own. So he nodded. "Fine. But let me help you get those vamps first."
She grinned smugly, clapping her hands together. "It's a deal then, Doctor dear!"