Heaven and Hell

The Wings of an Angel

Missy lay on her chest on the bed of their fancy hotel room, her head resting in her arms folded in front of her. The Doctor still kept asking her questions even after the few months they'd had together after being reunited again. She tried to explain to him that in many aspects she was just as clueless as him. There wasn't much she remembered of what it was like to be an angel; she'd fallen too far from grace too long ago. But this particular night he had asked her if Angels really had wings.
So instead of answering she had taken off her shirt and laid facedown on the bed. He had given her a confused look at first but sat on the edge beside her. She grinned up at him and a moment later two large, tattered black wings unfurled. He was astonished at first but his hands soon quickly found their way to her back, running along the base where her wings met her back and along the shafts.
"Why have I never seen them before?" He asked as his fingers ran along the feathers. Even in her demon form she'd never shown them.
She hummed, her blue eyes closed, enjoying his touch. "An angel never loses their wings, Theta." She began, her body relaxing as he massaged the base of each wing. "They weren't in this shape when I fell." Her answer was cryptic, she knew that. But she was enjoying his touch far too much to let her mind wander to the pain that had brought her black wings to the state they were in now.
His hands stopped. She whined a protest but that didn't seem to faze him. "You didn't answer my question, Koschei. You actually just opened up more questions."
She groaned. There was her name, her real name. He only ever used that when he was being incredibly serious about something. She knew he wasn't going to let the matter go. She flexed her wings out again, trying to get attention back on them. "Don't stop touching me and I'll tell you." She groaned.
The second his hands were on her again she sighed, melting into his touch. Her wings had been long since neglected and to have his loving touch on them was pure bliss. "Missy..." He began, trying to get her to talk.
She grunted, trying to relax for the moment before keeping her end of the bargain. "When an angel becomes a demon it's not an easy transition." She began. "The physical transition is rather painful, I'm told it's similar to being burnt alive. But yet still an angel never loses their wings, even if they become a demon." She paused for a moment, feeling his fingers twitch against her at the thought of her being in such pain. "As you can imagine demons don't take kindly to holy beings and even though my wings had turned black they wanted them gone. A swarm of them came at me with claws and knives trying to rip them from my back." She stretched her wings to their full expanse, showing him just how much damage had been done to them. "I fought them off, killing a few in the process. They quickly learned I was a hell of a lot more powerful than a normal human-born demon. But my wings never healed."
He ran his hands along her outstretched wings then back to her back. He didn't know what to say, but he was outraged by what she'd gone through.
She folded her wings back again and sat up, a moment later the tattered things were gone again. He'd never really understand how she transitioned her forms but for her it seemed like the simplest thing.  "They show a weakness." She muttered under her breath. "That's why you've never seen them."
"Missy I..." He began but she placed a finger to his lips.
"Don't." She stated simply. She'd never shown so much vulnerability to him or anyone else. The only other time she'd even came close was when she had told him who they were to each other. But even then she hadn't let her weakness show fully. "And yes. You have them too. You just don't know how to use them yet." She answered, before he could even ask.
He shrugged it off though, he knew she was trying to advert the conversation away from what had happened to her but he wouldn't have it. "Missy. Don't try to turn this to me."
"I don't want to talk about it, Theta." She sighed, closing her eyes as she pulled her shirt back on. "Please."
He groaned, standing up and going to the window, looking out at the fountain in front of the ritzy building. "I won't let them get away with this." He muttered under his breath.
She looked up at him, slightly confused. "Who..? I already told you I killed..."
"Not them." He cut her off, but quickly changed his mind. "Them too. But the others."
"Others?" She questioned, starting to think he was going crazy now too.
He looked back at her, a hatred she'd never seen on him before blazing in his eyes. "The ones who did this to us. To you." He turned his attention back outside but this time his eyes were on the clouds filling the dreary grey sky. "Rassilon."