The Doctor stepped back into the bedroom, making sure that the door shut quietly behind him. He'd become restless, so he'd left his wife to sleep while he sorted out their plans for the day. The sun was illuminating the room through the drapes, the fabric dimming it enough to not wake his wife. He walked over, leaning against the wall to watch her sleep. She had the covers tucked under her arm, showing off her bare shoulder and reminding him of their night together. One she had initiated, she'd wanted him and the smirk on his face reflected just how brilliant that made him feel.
"You're watching me again," Danni called from the bed and he pushed off the wall, slowly walking over.
"How do you know?" he asked in reply. "You're blind without your glasses."
She sat up in the bed as he sat on the edge, picking up the slender pair of glasses off the bedside table. He handed them to her, watching her put them on with one hand while the other held the covers against her chest, keeping her modest. "I'm not blind, they just help a lot," she corrected. "Where did you go?"
"To arrange transportation," he explained. "The art gallery is further away than the book street, so I've got us a private car."
"Ah," was her faint reply. She shifted slightly, leaning her head on his arm and he automatically tilted his head so he could place a kiss on her hair. "Soon?"
"Not until after breakfast," he replied, before pausing for a moment. "Have you been awake long?"
She shook her head gently. "No, just before you came back."
Good, he hadn't wanted her to wake up alone. It had been one of the main reasons that he'd even thought of this trip, and yet he'd still managed to miss it. At least she hadn't been lying there on her own for long.
He was starting to overcome the hesitance at lying with her while she slept. She had proven to him that she wasn't uncomfortable waking up to find him lying there, awake and just enjoying her company. Still, especially with this being their first night back together, he had worried that she would feel that way. And yet he was still disappointed that she hadn't found him there when she'd woken up.
Was that slightly desperate behaviour?
It was a revelation when he realised that he didn't care. And it was obvious that she wanted the attention as she snuggled into his side, her whole body relaxing.
He turned his torso, tilting her head to place a brief kiss on her lips. "Why don't you go try the bath?" he suggested. "I'll order us some breakfast and call you when it's here." She nodded, that did sound like a great idea.
~0~0~0~
Danni sighed as she sank back into the bubbles, closing her eyes in contentment. This was just wonderful. A weekend away in a posh hotel, her husband showing her wonderful sights, holding her close. The night before...
She smiled secretly to herself, opening her eyes and looking upwards. That had been their first time being intimate since she'd left him, and it was amazing how much relief she felt at it. She hadn't exactly been planning it, more eagerly wishing, that was why she'd packed the black thing. She couldn't stop the images of him running through her mind, the warmth she felt not just from the water she was soaking in.
She hoped he felt the same way. Knowing that they had moved back to bed together without any regrets gave her a lot of hope. Hope that she hadn't known she had needed, but also hope that she was grateful to have. She was getting better at reading his moods and at giving him the room to work, and he was getting better at seeing that what he was trying to get across wasn't necessarily what he was offering out.
And, well… they both still knew each other in other ways. That had never been disputed, but it was always fun to explore.
"Danielle, breakfast," he called through to her in his normal, clipped tones. Ah, the person who was delivering their room service must have still been in the room. She smiled to herself. There would have been a time when she would have thought him to be annoyed with her. But, now, she recognised the fact that he just didn't have patience for other people.
Look at her, growing up. Only took 600 years.
"Coming!" she called, although she was almost reluctant to get out of the bath even though she had been soaking for a while. She climbed out, pulling the plug out before grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around herself, tucking the end in at the top on her chest to keep it wrapped around her. She then grabbed one of the oversized fluffy robes there were hanging on the back of the door and headed out as she tied it. She was just in time to see the door close behind the member of staff who had brought their food.
"Oh, it looks lovely!" she cried happily, looking over the selection of fruit and pastries that covered the trolley. He was stood next to the table it was parked by, and when she made it over, he pulled her chair out like the gentleman he was trying to portray. She giggled slightly as she sat down and he helped her move closer to the table.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked and she nodded, grinning and looking as pleasantly surprised as she felt.
"Tea would be nice," she replied and he poured her a small mug, adding the milk but no sugars he knew she liked, then placed it in front of her. He then dished her out a plate of mixed fruits, placing it in front of her next to a small bowl of yogurt. He sat across from her with just a cup of tea, however his had a plentiful amount of sugar in it.
"I made sure that there were no bananas in it," he told her. "And plenty of tillis. I know you don't like bananas."
She nodded, picking up a spoon and dipping her head slightly, trying to hide the slight flush in her cheeks. He saw it, how could he not, but he didn't comment.
"You've gone through a lot of effort for me this weekend, Spaceman. I feel rather special," she told him before taking a bite of her fruit, smiling all the more at the delicious taste of the tillis she'd started with.
"You are special, Danielle, fruit has nothing to do with it," he purred in reply before taking a sip like he'd not said anything at all. She paused, looking over at him, all the more confused by him, but at least not in a bad way. He looked happier, as much as he did anyway. He wasn't one for grins like Eleven had been, he smiled when he really felt it, not on a general basis.
"Well, I am pretty fantastic," she agreed after swallowing her mouthful. "Are we getting the shuttlebus to the gallery?" He shook his head, taking another sip.
"I've booked us a car," he replied. "I thought it would be intimate."
She shot him a smirk. "Of course you did," she purred in reply. "I think you just don't want to share me with anyone else. You were the same on the hot air balloon."
"I was right to not want to share you then," he pointed out, placing his tea back down on the table. "Who knows what might happen on a shuttle bus? They're full of other people, and other people's germs."
"You're the one who suggested the bus yesterday," she pointed out. "I think something has changed since then. I wonder what."
She took another bite of the delicious blue fruit in her hand, pretending to look all thoughtful as the Doctor watched her. This felt so much more natural than they had done in a while. It didn't feel like a date, or a trip out, it just felt like they were together again. It was nice. Who knew a night together was all they needed to fall back into their old routines?
No, that wasn't right. He watched her smirking and he knew it was just going to get better than it ever was. For the first time he genuinely wasn't worried about getting it wrong and driving her away. Now he just had to tempt her back into the TARDIS, and he knew he had plenty up his sleeve to do just that.
For now, though, he held out his hand to her. She placed the fruit down before taking it, letting him lead her from her chair over to him. She sat down on his lap and he threaded his other hand through her hair, tilting her head to the side just slightly before kissing her again.
The car wasn't going to be here for a while, after all.
~0~0~0~
Danni still couldn't get over the fact that someone was holding the door to the car open for her. She was bouncing with each step as they walked up to the entrance to the art gallery. It was a very lovely building, that had obviously been added to over the years. The bottom few floors looked reminiscent of old Earth architecture, with strong stone walls and pillars holding up where the roof had obviously been. Now, however, it had a very modern three story extension on the top, one that was much more in keeping with the surrounding buildings.
"It's so very pretty," she told him. "All mismatched like that. Did they do it on purpose?"
"No, the local government refused to pay for the stylised option, if memory serves me correct," he told her, looking at his watch. She was walking particularly slowly as she took in all the detail of their surroundings. Normally he would have loved to watch her. He was very happy to let her experience everything single thing that there was to see, because she treated every detail like it was the most important. However, at this particular moment, they had something to see and he didn't want her to miss it.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, giving her a not so gentle tug in the direction of the doors. "It'll still be here when we get out," he told her. "No need to dawdle until later."
"Dawdle?" she replied. "I don't dawdle."
"Yes, you do," he said. "It's not a bad thing, but we need to make it to the top of the building before it closes."
"I'm sure we will," she promised, threading her fingers through his. "What's so special about the top of the building, exactly? Didn't you say there was a café up there?"
"Among other things, yes," he replied. She looked up at him, suspicious, as they stepped into the lobby. He was being secretive, which meant there was a surprise waiting for her up at the top in the café. He didn't want her to spoil it for herself, but she still felt a explosion of excitement. What could it possibly be?
She smiled at the greeters, remarking that they didn't have to pay to get in. "There's an optional donation," the Doctor had explained.
"We should give something, then," Danni argued back as she was quickly walked into the first room of the gallery. It split off in three different directions, with a grand staircase in front of them leading up to the next floor. "Look at this place, it probably has a lot of upkeep."
"I've already dealt with that," he told her. "Before I came to pick you up. I knew you would like it."
She smiled up at him. "I do, thank you," she replied gratefully before turning to look at the left hallway. "Maybe we can go anti-clock- hey!"
As she was looking at the sign to the left-hand hallway, the Doctor had obviously decided that nothing was worth their attention. He started to drag her forwards towards the stairs. "Th-Theta I wanted to look in there."
"Yes, later," he dismissed. "It's quicker to get an elevator on the next level, the first always has a ridiculous queue."
"Elevator?" she repeated, bewildered. "Theta, I'm sure whatever is up there can wait a little while we have a look around."
"No," he replied bluntly. "Trust me, the top floor is all we need to see."
The second floor looked even more appealing than the first. As he dragged her along she could see large pieces of beautiful art, each more intriguing than the last. She'd never known much about art, the only thing she'd really cared about was what she liked, but even that seemed too much for the Doctor, who had a plan in mind.
"Theta, will you just slow down?" she cried. "Please, I just want…" she tugged at her hand, removing it from his grasp. He immediately stopped and turned to her. "I want to have a look!"
"It's not going anywhere," he told her, his voice exasperated.
"But I want to look at it now," she reiterated. "You're dragging me through everything, I haven't been able to stop and look at a single piece of art!"
"Danielle, I know what I'm doing," he replied. "This isn't worth wasting your time on. We have to get upstairs before it closes."
"And when is that, exactly?" she asked. "It's morning, isn't it? Surely we've got all day."
She was right, of course. He knew they had hours before the building would close, but he didn't want to wait that long. He was trying to sound urgent to get her moving, but apparently he had just caused her to dig her heels in more than she would have if he'd just let her go through the gallery at her own pace.
She sighed, looking around almost helplessly before turning back to him. "If you didn't want to spend time with me, why did you bring me here?"
That surprised him, but the hurt look on her face said that she very much believed what she had said. "Of course I want to spend time with you," he said. "Why would you think otherwise?"
"Because you're dragging me through an art gallery without actually seeing any art," she replied. "It's as if you want to just get it over and done with. I thought you might have had a surprise for me, but I just think you don't want to be here."
She didn't know what else to think. She'd tried to guess what they were rushing for, but his snappy tone had said that it wasn't for anything at all. Instead, it felt like he was just pretending. He'd invited her out for the getaway, it was his idea to go to the gallery, but she wasn't sure if he actually wanted to be here.
He reached out, taking her hand again, but this time without the tight grip he'd used to pull her along. "I'm sorry," he said honestly. "I know you're going to love the top floor. I wanted to show you first, before you could be disappointed by everything else. I guess that's the old fool in me."
She looked up from where their hands were joined and smiled at the kind look on his face. She could see it, now, and she felt bad about not recognising it before. He was just being the eager child he could be at times, and knowing that was what it was made her smile.
"I like that part of you," she told him. "He gets overexcited when something good happens, it's not something to apologise for."
He shot her a grin, one she had rarely seen on this face but one she was seeing more and more. He was letting his guard down again, he was letting himself be himself around her and it was a wonderful feeling that had her whole body feeling warm. "Well, my Pet, will you let me be excited and take you to the top floor?"
She nodded in agreement. "Definitely, Spaceman."
~0~0~0~
He held his hands over her eyes as he walked her forward from the elevator. She couldn't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. She would have expected as much from Eleven, and even Ten had done it to her once, but not from the man who was gently directing her where to walk. That sort of playful side never came out this much, and she had to admit it was making her feel rather loved that he was showing her.
"Just a little to the left," he encouraged. "Come on Danielle, it's not that hard to follow direction, is it?"
"It is when you keep changing the direction I'm supposed to be going," she replied cheekily. "You told me to go right, you can't then get all snotty when I wasn't going left."
"I meant left, you should have known that," he replied. "Honestly, you call yourself my wife."
"No," she replied. "You call me your wife."
He gently tightened his hold on her so she came to a standstill. "And what do you call yourself?" he asked.
"Excited," she said. "Can I look now?"
He quickly checked around, making sure that they were in the prime position. Unfortunately the gallery seemed to have quite a lot a visitors, but he would be able to work around that. With a nod to himself, he removed his hands from her face. Her eyes were still scrunched up, but he knew that she was just eagerly awaiting his command. "Okay, open your eyes."
And when she did, she gasped in pure delight. Around her were pictures, sculptures, painting and more of Jenny. The whole section seemed to be devoted to her, and she turned on the spot as she tried to take in everything. There were people everywhere, chatting loudly and admiring all the exhibits and dioramas all about her.
"It's Jenny," Danni breathed in complete surprised, echoed by a little boy who had appeared near them with his parents. She glanced down at him, but only saw him from behind as he dashed into the exhibits.
"This is amazing," she declared in disbelief. In the corner she caught sight of a mannequin wearing an outfit she assumed the blonde woman had worn at one point.
"She's celebrated here," the Doctor explained, letting her cling to his hand tightly as she looked around. "She saved their planet, created their world. She's a hero. There's a national holiday dedicated to her."
Danni looked up at him. "Is that this weekend?" she asked and he shook his head.
"I did think about bringing you, but it gets incredibly busy. You wouldn't have been able to enjoy it with people everywhere."
She giggled at the distain in his tone. "I can't believe it," she told him. "Well, actually, I can believe it. She's amazing, she was amazing, wasn't she? Showing them all that they could be better by being the best."
"Well, she learnt from the best," he said, gloating just slightly and she looked up at him with a smirk.
"Proud daddy?" she asked and he shot her a look in reply.
"Proud step-mother?" he asked and she turned back to look at the giant room.
"Most definitely," she confirmed. "Let's have a look around, I want to make sure they've not got anything wrong."
The rest of the art gallery held no interest for her now, the Doctor could tell. He'd suspected as much when he'd first had the idea to bring her to see it and he'd not been disappointed. She took her time to read each plaque, correcting little things she knew were wrong and commenting on things she had never known about the Doctor's Daughter. She was particularly interested in the time after they had left the planet. Jenny had helped set up an infrastructure before she had left, and the tales painted on the walls showed her settling arguments and fighting the good fight. One particular photo showed her opening the first hospital. Danni wondered if that was because of her father.
They were standing in front of the standard outfit that the clones had been first generated in, a simple t-shirt and combat trousers number, when Danni looked up at him. "You know, she wasn't supposed to stay so long on Messaline."
"Oh?" he replied, a tad surprised. She'd never really talked about what she had known when she had been jumping around, which had been a thousand years ago now. Her pursuit of keeping her spoilers to herself had been very precious to her, and he'd never pushed it. She had always said that she'd only known up to the end of the Ponds anyway, and their adventures together had proved that.
She nodded. "She was supposed to just jump up and run, like her dad," she explained. "But you were going to invite her to travel with you, and I knew that with the Danni you were with… Well, it wouldn't have ended well. So I convinced her to stay, and look what she did."
The Doctor watched as she looked around. "She's amazing," she breathed. "All that potential, and put in the right place she helped shape an entire civilization."
"You always could see the best in people," he commented. "I always thought it was why you could put up with me."
"You've always been brilliant," she corrected. "You would have been without me there. I didn't change much in your life when I knew where you were heading."
"Maybe not," he agreed. "But I'm sure I was infinitely happier."
The way she shuffled slightly on the spot told him that his compliment had done its job perfectly. He gently tugged on her hand. "There's one more thing I want to show you."
She happily followed him, but he had a bit of a task to keep her attention on moving forward rather than their surroundings. At one point he had to practically drag her from a video about Jenny helping build the first school, but he knew it would be worth it.
"'The tale of the twins'?" Danni read from the top of the plaque he'd parked her in front of. She looked up at him, bewildered. "What is this?"
He just nodded, directing her to read on and with a shrug, she stepped a little closer. "The progenation machine that first created Jenny is credited as the source of her wilful defiance that helped end the war between the humans and their Hath brethren. Found at the same site were two remarkable women, both with red hair and identical features. Twins had not been seen for generations, and would normally indicate a fault in the machine. This time, however, the twins that had been borne from the progenation machine were a blessing rather than a curse upon the warring armies. Some say the duplicates were there by coincidence, but leading historians place Jenny's 'faults' down to the pair. Now known as the Mo…" she stuttered, turning to look at the Doctor. He nodded, encouraging her to continue. "Now known as the Mothers of the Nation, really they are considered the true creators of Jenny, and the parents of a person who should have had only one."
She shook her head. "This, this is all wrong," she declared, almost alarmed. "I wasn't even from the machine, and I'm definitely not her mother." She turned back to her husband, and he couldn't help but be amused at the indignant look on her face. "There's not a mention of you at all! This won't do, I need to," she looked around. "I need to talk to the curator."
"My Pet," he said, grabbing her hand before she stormed off. "Even if you find someone, they are not going to believe you. Jenny died hundreds of years ago for them. They're never going to believe you. I'd rather you didn't get locked up on our first romantic weekend away for a very long time."
She stopped in her step, but still bounced from foot to foot. "But there's no mention of you in that," she protested. "You're her father, not me- I mean, I'm not her mother, not really. You deserve recognition."
"Maybe," he replied cheekily. "But I was forgotten long ago by the people of Messaline. Quite rightly as well." He looked around the room, at all the things that represented his daughter and yet didn't include a thing about him. "Imagine how simpler our lives would be if people forgot I existed."
"Don't say that," she warned him before her face softened. She looked genuinely upset. "It's not fair. You're the one who taught her about running, and talking, and everything that made her such a great pioneer for them. All I did was argue with myself."
"Maybe that's what you see," he replied. He wrapped his arm around her and turned her slightly, showing her the tapestry that was next to the plaque. She could barely keep her surprise at bay. The story it told was obviously the day that Jenny was born, but the red that symbolised her old hair was splashed all throughout it, telling her story rather than the woman of the day. "What history sees is something completely different. To them, you're the mother of their planet."
She shook her head minutely. "But it's not right," she whispered and he pressed a kiss against the side of her head.
"I'm afraid, my Pet, you're learning a lesson I learnt long ago; history doesn't care. You may not have been her biological mother, but it preferred this story to some stuffy old Time Lord suddenly given fatherhood." He smiled as he looked up at the depiction of his wife. Maybe not entirely factual to the day, but truthful to a fault. "I have to admit, so do I."
"You would say that," she replied softly. There was something nice to be offered such honorary role in the history of a planet. That they felt like she had a hand in making them what they were today. But, more than that, they thought her good enough to be Jenny's mother, and that was incredibly touching. "I can see why you like museums," she told him. "It's rather fun, isn't it? Especially when it's about you that they're wrong."
"All the better to point out, my Pet," he agreed. "Would you like to check to make sure they got the rest wrong as well?"
She nodded, tugging him away from the tapestry. "We really need to bring a pen, next time," she told him. "If we write it down, maybe they'll take it more seriously. People love a good letter."
~0~0~0~
The fireplace was on, although it was warm enough without it. For some reason Danni preferred to read in front of a fire. It added a certain amount of atmosphere to a room that always improved a good book.
Unfortunately, that wasn't what Danni currently had. She'd bought a large selection of books the day before, but she'd already tried three and discarded them as dull. She'd probably pick them up eventually and read them all through, but while she was on holiday she wanted something worthy of her time.
She pulled her legs closer, curling up as she attempted to get comfortable on the sofa in front of the fireplace. It was a lovely room. The Doctor really was spoiling her, and while she didn't expect him to lavish her with such grandeur all of the time, she did appreciate it when it happened.
The sofa dipped and she looked up from her mediocre book to smile at her husband. He'd had a shower and now sat in just his trousers and shirt, looking very casual and very comfortable. It was nice to see him relaxed. He reached forward and picked up the cardboard photo frame that sat on the coffee table in front of them.
"I'm guessing you want this in the bedroom as well?" he asked, although his tone didn't hold the annoyance his words suggested.
Danni nodded, taking a look at the photo with him. In the Jenny exhibit there had been a section when you could take a picture with a cardboard cut-out. Danni hadn't been able to resist, and had convinced the Doctor to be in the picture with her. "I like it."
He had to agree. After noticing that all of the pictures of them together since he regenerated had him looking rather grumpy and irate, he'd really tried not to pull the same face in this picture as well. His smile looked a little forced, but at least he looked as happy as he'd felt at the time. "They could have at least got the scale right," he commented. "She's not actually almost as tall as me."
"I guess that's because they idolise her so much," Danni reasoned. "They must see her bigger than she actually is because of what she means to them."
"It's just another level of historical inaccuracy. They would have had records, it's not like it was the dark ages."
"We should have complained," Danni told him yet again. "A lot of it was wrong and you didn't want to say anything. They'll never learn unless we tell them."
"You're starting to sound more and more like me every day," he said as he placed the photo down. He leant back and reached over, pulled her close and held her against him. "I'm not sure it's a bad thing."
"You wouldn't," she shot back. She closed her book and put it down as well, just enjoying being snuggled against him.
"Are you having a good time?" he asked softly. She nodded.
"It's a shame that it's almost over," she replied. "It's been lovely. Just the two of us, no running, no worrying. I would have loved to try the pool, but you can't do everything. Are we eating out for dinner?"
"There's a restaurant in the hotel I thought we could try," he said. His hearts thumped in his chest slightly and he stared straight ahead. "We could stay longer, if you would like."
She tilted her head up. "Really?" she asked. "How? Didn't you book two nights?"
"Well," he started with a drawl. "I've not actually booked it yet. I wasn't sure if you would say yes, and I didn't know how long, so I thought I would deal with it afterwards."
She shot him a look. "That's incredibly cheeky of you," she told him off, trying to scold him. "What if we'd turned up and you'd not managed to book it?"
"I wouldn't have stopped until I had," he replied, offended that she thought he wouldn't have succeeded. "Do you – Would you like to stay longer?"
She nodded. "Yeah, alright," she replied and he huffed slightly.
"If you don't want to…" he started and she giggled at his overplayed indignation.
"Of course I do," she replied. "You couldn't keep me away."
He tightened his hold on her. "Good," he purred. "Because I'm never going to let you go."
~0~0~0~
"Thank you very much," the helper told the couple. "Your picture will be available at the kiosk down the hallway in about 10 minutes."
She smiled at the pair in the way she smiled at every visitor – slightly forced but cheerful – before waving them away. The blonde woman seemed like a kind person and she'd thanked her kindly, but the older gentleman she was with didn't pay her a second glance. If she hadn't been told by them that they were husband and wife, she would have assumed that she was his granddaughter. It wasn't just the age difference, either. She seemed to be caring for him, directing him where to stand and talking nonstop about what they were doing that day. The only other thing that had given anything away was the way the man watched her as she'd rambled. It was like he couldn't see anyone else, and when Maggie had interrupted them to take the picture, the look he had sent her way was actually rather scary.
Hopefully one day she would find someone who wanted to hear her talk that much.
Until then, she had a very boring, rather repetitive and underpaid job to do. That was why she'd taken the money when it had been offered to her. A strange woman in strange clothing had approached her earlier that morning, with only one request; that her companion could take the picture of the married couple. It had been a strange request, but she'd handed her a rather large stack of cash and so Maggie had taken it. It didn't really matter, after all. It was just a photo.
She told the next people to wait just a moment, the walked through the door. The camera was located behind a one-way window. It had been sold as a safety feature for the staff, but they all knew that it was for the equipment.
The woman who had paid her was stood on one side of the dark room, checking her nails like she was bored. The other was pounding on the window, crying heavily as she screamed after the man and his wife.
"Theta!" she sobbed. "Theta, please! I'm right here! Please!"
The woman glanced at her when she realised that the door had opened. She looked heartbroken, and terrified, with her ginger hair sticking to her bright red face. She then bolted towards the door, as if she was trying to escape.
The other woman didn't even look up from her bored task. She just lifted her other hand and pressed a button on a control that Maggie hadn't even noticed her holding. The ginger woman dropped to the floor, screaming out in agony and Maggie quickly shut the door.
"You can't do that!" she hissed. "People will hear, I'll get fired."
Missy looked up and over at her with a distinct look of interest as her Danni thrashed on the floor. "Oh, it's rather sweet that you think I care about your job," she purred out. She released the button on the control and Danni curled up into herself, sobbing heavily. "She has to learn she can't run from me."
Missy walked over and grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her to her feet. "Apologise, Danni dear," she said. Her voice seemed soft, but the hard edge caused Danni to look up at Maggie.
"I'm sorry," she murmured before her eyes widened, a thought striking her. "If he comes back, tell him I was here," she begged. "Please, if the Doctor comes back, tell him that I was he…"
The room changed instantly from the museum to the bedroom that had been her prison since she'd been taken. Missy quickly chucked her to the ground, but Danni glared up at her in defiance.
"He's going to find me," Danni snarled. "You can parade me as much as you like. One day, he'll notice, and he'll find me."
"You keep believing that," Missy replied. She stepped over the woman like she was a discarded toy. "You'll learn eventually, my Pet. Even if he finds you, and you know he isn't looking, I'm never letting you go. You're mine, Danielle. You always were."
Danni continued to glare as Missy left the room, locking the door behind her and trapping her until the next time she felt like being entertained. Still, when the door closed, the look wavered into one of anxiousness.
She hadn't dared to open her mind up to link with the Doctor's because Missy would just push in herself. It wouldn't have been the first time. She'd learnt from experience that Missy would take any opening she would give.
Still, he hadn't heard her, even as she screamed for him. What if Missy was right? What if he is wasn't looking for her at all?