plotted starter for @twelvesagoodone
No. Oh Rassilon no.
Palm splayed across her abdomen, Missy felt the cold wash of panic sweep over her, digging it’s snare within her mind, tugging at every fear that now threatened to rip her very hearts from within her. She could sense them - their mind, small, barely more than a fractured feeling, reaching up to hers and connecting, that first- beautiful- breath, as if to say,
hello
i’m here
It wasn’t possible - she hadn’t thought - no, it hadn’t been, couldn’t be-
But they were there. As present as Missy’s own body, her own spiraling brain, grasping at the tendrils with terror and awe. She was pregnant.
And it was only then that she realized where she was, who she was with; the console room of decidedly not her TARDIS, but the one who belonged to the man she had spent the last few days attempting to make miserable. If she confused him, hurt him, kissed him, left him, lay with him, she could almost convince herself that she didn’t love him. It had been working; up until two seconds ago, when their child’s presence touched her mind.
When she realized, horrified, that she did love him. Realized, when the first thought that came to her mind in the sea of emotions overwhelming her, was please don’t take them from me.
“Theta,” she whispered, “Theta-”
The Doctor did not love her, yet here he was, allowing her into his TARDIS, sleeping with her on a regular basis, sharing intimate glances with her over the console. The Doctor had told himself he'd gotten over what ever infatuation he'd had with the Master long before he became a her.
Yet he still kept coming back, and would presumably keep coming back because he felt it. Felt the shattering of the mental silence as the tug of another mind that wasn't Missy's broke through it.
This mind was young, only just formed, but there. Part him, part her. This child could burn down whole planets.
He looked up at her with eyes wide, full of a mix of fear and hope. "That was-?" His voice trailed off, they both knew exactly what that was.
