The Mistress groggily woke up on a bed, she glanced at her appearance, she was still wearing the same clothes. Her hands reached for her pockets, checking to see if her laser was still there. "Oh, Doctor you silly man," hummed the Mistress as she pulled out her laser screwdriver and twirled it in her hand.

Running a hand through her hair, the Mistress got up form the bed and went to find the Doctor. It didn't take too long for the Mistress to find the Doctor. "You decided to take a few pages out of my book. I'm so proud of you!"

"Missy," warned the Doctor, deciding to used a shortened version of the Mistress. Before the Mistress could reply to the Doctor, the TARDIS was hit by a space ship. "What?!"

The Mistress picked up a ship boy that had landed near her, and turned it around to inspect it. "The Titanic crashed into us!" Laughed the Mistress, while the Doctor repaired the TARDIS. "Last one out is an unintelligent ape!"

The Mistress brushed off the dust on her clothes and left the TARDIS, intending to find out what was outside. "Wait!" Called the Doctor but the Mistress paid him no mind.

Checking outside, the Mistress found herself at a Christmas party on the space ship called the Titanic. The Doctor closely followed her, making sure that she didn't kill anybody. The Mistress spun around, with her hand gripping her laser screwdriver and shot a warning shot, just centimeters away from the Doctors face.

"Count that as your one and only warning, Doctor. Just because I haven't tried to kill you yet doesn't mean that I can't," told the Mistress.

"And this doesn't count as attempted murder?" Hummed the Doctor as he looked at the imprint that the laser had left.

"But I didn't," pointed out the Mistress. Honestly, if she wanted someone dead there would be no 'attempt'. They would be dead, didn't he understand that? "We better get changed, Doctor."

*****

The Mistress and the Doctor changed their clothes into something more fitting for the occassion. The Doctor interrigated a robotic angel while the Mistress stole a drink from a waiter. She watched as the robot malfunctioned and was sweeped away by two cruise men.

The sound of smashing glass brought the Mistress out of her musing. The Doctor and her moved over to the woman who had dropped the glasses. "What an annoying man," muttered the Mistress. "I wonder..."

"Don't," warned the Doctor while he helped pick up the glass. The Mistress rolled her eyes at him. "Careful."

The Doctor made light conversation with Asrid, the waitress. The Mistress said something every now and again. "Your stoleaways," whispered Astrid, careful that she wasn't over heard.

"Of course, Darling," winked the Mistress. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I should report the two of you," said Astrid.

"Go on then,'' told the Doctor.

"I'll go get you both a drink," said Astrid. "On the house," she added as she walked away to the bar. The Time Lord and Time Lady ventured out, stopping at a table with a couple eating.

"Something's tickled them," said the Doctor as he sat down, across from th eating couple. The Mistress took the seat besides him, her eyes going back and forth to the rich dressed people and the costumed ones.

"They've told us it was fancy dress," told the woman while eating a buffalo wing. "Very funny, I'm sure."

"They're just picking on us because we haven't paid. We won our tickets in a competition," explained the woman's husband.

"I had to name the five husbands of Joofie Crystalle in By the Light of the Asteroid. Have you ever watched it?" Asked the woman.

"Is that the one with the twins?" questioned the Doctor. The noise of the snobby rich people added with the drums were gratting on the Mistress'e nerves.

"That's it!"

The Mistress turned to the Doctor. "You better deal with those people or I will, Darling," whispered the Mistress into the Doctors ear. "And I can asure you that my way won't be pleasent."

"But we're not good enough for that lot, they think we should be in the steerage," told the man.

"Oh, can't have that, can we?" Said the Doctor, using his sonic to cause the champaign bottle to pop. The group that was near the bottle were completely drenched in alcohol.

"Oh, we like you," told the woman.

"We do. I'm Morvin Van Hoff, and this is my good woman Foon," introduced Morvin, reaching to shake the Doctor's and Mistress's hand.

"Foon! Hello! I'm the Doctor," told the Doctor. "And this woman is Missy."

"Pleasure," said the Mistress.

"Attention, please, shore leave tickets Red 6-7 now activated, Red 6-7," anounced a tannoyed. The couple jolted from their seats, going to the designated area.

*****

Astrid, the Doctor and the Mistress were beamed back onto the Titanic, after they had a stroll around London. "I was in mid-sentence," complained the Doctor.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that. A bit of a problem. If I could have your bracelets," said the guide as the passangers gave their bracelets back to him.

"Apologies, ladies and gentlemen, and Bannakaffalatta. We seem to have suffered a slight power fluctuation. If you'd like to return to the festivities. And on behalf of Max Capricorn Cruiseliners, free drinks will be provided," told the steward.

"That was the best. The best!" Exclaimed Astrid.

"What sort of power fluctuation?" Inquired the Doctor.

"Thats what I would like to know too," hummed the Mistress with sadistic smile. Everyone walked back into the reception, were they would get free drinks and food. "I'm getting bored Doctor."

The Mistress moved to Max Capricorn picture frame, using her laser screwdriver the Mistress unfastened the frame and got into the electronics behind it. The Doctor stood behind the Mistress and used his sonic screwdriver to change the picture to the ship's system.

"I think someone is about to commit mass murder, and its not me," complained the Mistress. The Doctor glared at her but went back to trying to contact the Captain of the ship.

"Is that the bridge? I need to talk to the Captain. You've got a meteoroid storm coming in, West zero by north two," explained the Doctor, the Mistress tuned out his conversation.

The Mistress's eyes zoned on the apraoching stewards. "Doctor, we have a problem," said the Mistress.

"Come with me, sir," told the Steward, escorting the Doctor and the Mistress off the deck. The Doctor took the microphone stand from the singer.

"Everyone, listen to me! This is an emergency! Get to the lifeb..." before the Doctor could finish, a host puts its hand over the Doctors mouth to stop him from speaking.

The Doctor, Bannakaffalatta, Astrid, Marvin, Foon and the Mistress were in the corridor. "As much as I like watching the Doctor get dragged away," said the Mistress, holding her laser screwdriver at the steward. "If you don't stop I'll kill you."

"Wait!" Exclaimed the steward as a piece of hot rock broke through the window.

"The shields are down. We are going to get hit," told the Doctor.

"Oi! Steward! I'm telling you, the shields are down!" Shouted a rich man.

"Listen to him. Listen to him!" Pleaded the Doctor. Only for an explosion to be caused by the incoming rocks, sending everyone flying.

The Mistress grabbed onto the wall to help her get up off the ground. Feeling a slight twinge of pain in her left leg, she lifted up her dress to check to see what the problem was. 'It's only a bit of blood, I'll deal with it later,' thought the Mistress, letting go of her dress to cover her slightly bloody leg.

The rest of the passengers were checking their own injuries. "You all right? Asked the Doctor to Astrid as he was closer to her. Astrid nodded her head. "Missy are you alright?"

"Peachy," replied the Mistress. "What idiot thought to name this ship the Titanic?"

"Er, everyone. Ladies and gentlemen, Bannakaffalatta. I must apologise on behalf of Max Capricorn Cruiseliners. We seem to have had a small collision," apologised the surviving steward. The Mistress raised an eyebrow at him.

"Small?" exclaimed Morvin.

"Do you know how much I paid for my ticket?" Complained Slade.

"If I could have silence, ladies, gentlemen. Please. Quiet! Thank you. I'm sure Max Capricorn Cruiseliners will be able to reimburse you for any inconvenience, but first I would point out that we're very much alive," said the steward.

"I think someone needs a Doctor,'' hummed the Mistress, pointing to an injured man. The Doctor went over to him, checking over his injury.

"Are you all right?" Asked the Doctor. The Mistress was closely watching the actions of the steward, something about him was off. Her hand grasped her laser screwdriver in her pocket.

"She is, after all, a fine, sturdy ship. If you could all stay here while I ascertain the exact nature of the situation," said the steward, moving towards a nearby hatch. While the Mistress, aimed her laser screwdriver at the steward and shot him before he could open the hatch.

"Missy!" Shouted the Doctor, running up to her. Her action had caused everyone to warily watch her.

"What?" Questioned the Mistress, tilting her head to the side. "He was going to kill us all. And besides I haven't killed anyone in days, Oh that means I have to restart again..." the Mistress trailed off, not bothered by the fact that she had just killed someone.

"Can we please leave the homicidal woman behind," said Slade.

"You shouldn't call someone homicidal, it upsets them," said the Mistress with a predatory smile. "And I thought the steward was an idiot." Slade backed away from her.

All right, calm down. Just stay still, all of you. Hold on," told the Doctor, trying to be the peace keeper.

''What happened? How come the shields were down?" Asked Astrid.

"I don't think it was an accident."

"Definitely not an accident. This was planned," added the Mistress, looking at the floating dead bodies and debris. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't do it."

''How many dead?'' Asked Astrid, horrified at the many dead bodies.

"We're alive. Just focus on that. I will get you out of here, Astrid, I promise. Look at me. I promise. Good. Now, if we can get to Reception, I've got a spaceship tucked away. We can all get on board and. Oh," said the Doctor.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Yes, Darling. Whats wrong?" The Mistress eyes widened at seeing the TARDIS in space. "Oh indeed."

"That's my ship over there," said the Doctor. The Mistress left the two, going to find out what had happened.

*****

The Mistress used the a speaking tube to contact the bridge. The Doctor comes back, talking over from a reluctant Mistress. They find out that they have to get to the bridge. "Do you always have to play hero?" Asked the Mistress.

"I don't know what you mean," replied the Doctor, more focused on getting everyone to safety. "Everyone, we need to go to the bridge."

"We're all going to die," cried Foon while her husband was comforting her.

"We're just a cruise ship," said Astrid.

"A murderous one," hummed the Mistress.

"Okay, okay. Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush. First things first. One. We are going to climb through this ship. B. No. Two. We're going to reach the bridge. Three. Or C. We're going to save the Titanic. And, coming in a very low four, or D, or that little iv in brackets they use in footnotes, why. Right then, follow me," told the Doctor, determined to get everyone to safety.

"Looks like he's playing hero-" the Mistress was about to continue but was cut of by Slade. Her hand twitched, and she was about to go for her laser screwdriver but the Doctor gave her a warning look.

"Hang on a minute. Who put you in charge and who the hell are you anyway?" Shouted Slade.

'He's the only reason why you are alive,' thought the Mistress, looking back and through between him and the Doctor. 'But a damaged ship can always lead to accidents.'

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and three years old and I'm the man who's going to save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below. You got a problem with that?" Told the Doctor, while the Mistress walked passed him.

"What? If we don't leave now, we're all going to die, and I for one have no intentions of dying with you," said the Mistress. "Stay here and die for all I care."

"In that case, allons-y!" Exclaimed the Doctor, seeing as there was no objections.

*****

The Mistress pushed open a bulkhead door, which gave her access of the stairway. The Doctor trailed behind her, watching if she was going to do something that would endanger them all.

"Careful. Follow us," said the Doctor.

"Rather ironic, but this is very much in the spirit of Christmas. It's a festival of violence. They say that human beings only survive depending on whether they've been good or bad. It's barbaric," explained the Historian, the Mistress chuckled at his explanation of the human holiday.

"Actually, that's not true. Christmas is a time of, of peace and thanksgiving and what am I on about? My Christmases are always like this."

The Mistress dug under a piece of debris, only to find a host. "Look what I've found," told the Mistress to the Doctor.

"We've got a Host. Strength of ten. If we can mend it, we can use it to fix the rubble," said the Doctor.

"We can do robotics. Both of us," told Morvin.

"We work on the milk market back on Sto. It's all robot staff," added Foon. The Mistress stayed behind with the couple to fix the robot. While the rest of the group went to further explore the ship. The ship shook again, causing the Doctor's group to get somewhat stuck.

"Thing is, how are Mister and Mrs Fatso going to get through that gap?" Slades voice echoed to where the couple and the Mistress was. Foon put her head down in shame.

"Hey, hey. Come on, sweetheart. Don't listen to him," said Morvin, embracing his wife.

"Your two are more bearable than that man. You certainly have more balls than him, after all your wife the homicidal lady," added the Mistress, cross checking the robots wiring.

"No, but it's all my fault, though. The tickets," told Foon.

"We won them fair and square," said Morvin.

''I know. I never told you. I dialed the competition line five thousand times. That's five thousand credits. I might as well have paid for the tickets. I've been hiding the phone bill for months now."

"Five thousand credits? You spent five thousand credits?" Morvins eyes widened at the large amount of money.

"Don't hate me," Morvin couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Five thousand?"

"We'll never pay that off."

"I know. I'll have to work twenty years, you mad, bloody woman."

"You're not cross?"

"Does it matter? Look at us. You drive me barmy. I don't half love you, Mrs Van Hoff. Come here." Morvin gave a kiss to his wife.

The Mistress smirked as she thought of something that would help the couple. "Lets rob a bank together after this."

"What?!" The couple laughed at the thought of it. Confusion made its way onto the Mistress's face, which only made them laugh more.

'Do they think I'm joking?' Thought the Mistress. They were nearly done fixing the host.

"We're almost done!" Cried Morvin.

"Good, good, good," said the Doctor, turning his attention back to Mr Frame, who was at the other end of the speaking tube. "How are things?"

"Doctor, I've got life signs all over the ship but they're going out one by one," told Frame, looking at the screen only to see people dying.

"What is it? Are they losing air?" Asked the Doctor.

"No. One of them said it's the Host. It's something to do with the Host," warned Frame.

"Oh Doctor, we're finished!" Called the Mistress, as the host reactivated.

"It's working!" Exclaimed Morvin.

"Kill," said the Host, hands reaching out to strangle the nearest thing, the Mistress. Before the Mistress could reach for her laser screwdriver, the Host had its hands around her neck.

"Get off me you stupid machine," choked out the Mistress.

"Turn it off!" Shouted the Doctor, running down the stairs to the Mistress and the Host. If the Mistress went for her laser screwdriver the Host would crush her neck.

"I can't, Doctor!" Exclaimed Foon as she was trying to pull the host of the Mistress, with the help of Morvin.

"Kill. Kill. Kill," repeated the Host.

"Let her go!" Shouted the Doctor, using his sonic screwdriver to try and switch it off. "Double deadlock." The Doctor yanked the Host's hands of the Mistress's throat.

The Mistress gasped for breath as she was pulled away from the Host by the Doctor. He dragged the Mistress up the stairs, Foon and Morvin were in front of them. "Don't expect a thank you,'' said the Mistress.

"I wasn't," replied the Doctor. "Quickly, go up the stairs!"

Morvin step in front of the hole, going through it with the help of the people on the other side. Foon went through the hole, only to get stuck half way. The Mistress pushes her through the hols.

"That's it. We've got you. Doctor, come on, get through," said Astrid, helping Foon up.

"Information override! You will tell me the point of origin of your command structure!" Exclaimed the Doctor to the moving Host.

"I can't hold it!" Called Copper

"Information. Deck thirty one," answered the Host.

"Thank you," replied the Doctor as he was yanked into the hole by the Mistress, dragging him to the other side. Copper let go of the bar, causing the debris to fall and crush the Host.

The Mistress watched in pleasure as the Host was crushed to death. She then let go of the Doctor's hand and walked away from him.

"They've been programmed to kill. Why would anyone do that?" Asked the Doctor to Frame.

"That's not the only problem, Doctor. I had to use a maximum deadlock on the door, which means no one can get in. I'm sealed off. Even if you can fix the Titanic you can't get to the bridge," said Frame.

"Yeah, right, fine. One problem at a time. What's on deck thirty one?" Questioned the Doctor.

"Er, that's down below. It's nothing. It's just the Host storage deck. That's where we keep the robots," replied Frame.

"Well, what's that? Do you see that panel? Black. It's registering nothing. No power, no heat, no light."

"I've never seen it before."

"One hundred percent shielded. What's down there?"

"I'll try intensifying the scanner."

"Let me know if you find anything. And keep those engines going." The Doctor sat down next to the Mistress.

"Can't you sit somewhere else? Or do you have to stalk me?" Asked the Mistress. "Astrid."

"Saved you two some. You might be a Time King from Gaddabee but you need to eat," said Astrid, bring over a plate of food. "You too Missy."

"Yeah, thanks," told the Doctor.

"So, you look good for nine hundred and three," commented Astrid.

"You should see him in the mornings he looks like an Abzorbaloff," laughed the Mistress.

"Okay," chuckled Astrid. Mr Copper went over to the trio and had a small discussion with them about Christmas on Earth. The sound of banging against metal pulled everyone out of their own thoughts.

"A Host! We need to leave!" Exclaimed the Doctor. He lead the group to the next bulk head, using his sonic screwdriver to the open the door, which lead to the engine room. A giant beam had fallen, creating a pathway in the middle of the ship.

"Is that the only way across?" Asked Slade

"On the other hand, it is a way across," replied the Doctor.

"The engines are open," said Astrid.

"Nuclear storm drive. As soon as it stops, the Titanic falls."

"But that thing, it'll never take our weight," cried Morvin.

"You're going last, mate," told Slade.

"It's nitrofin metal. It's stronger than it looks," informed the Doctor.

"All the same, Rickston's right. Me and Foon should-" before Morvin could finish, the metal from were he was standing gave way and caused him to fall into the engine furnace.

"Morvin!" Cried Foon, watching her husband die.

'There goes one,' thought the Mistress, who pushed Slade out of the way and stepped onto the beam. '

"I told you. I told you!" Complained Slade.

"Just shut up. Shut up!" Shouted Copper.

"Bring him back! Can't you bring him back? Bring him
back, Doctor!" Exclaimed Foon, crying from her loss. The Doctor hugged her in comfort.

"I can't. I'm sorry, I can't," whispered the Doctor, pulling away from Foon. The Mistress winced as her knees made contact with the warm metal. It took her until Slade steeped onto the beam, to get across.

"You promised me."

"I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Doctor, I rather think that those things have got our scent," told Copper, hearing the voices of the Hosts. Slade stepped onto the beam but fell from the impact of the ship shaking.

"Careful. Take it slowly!" The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to lock the door and keep the Hosts from coming in. Once Slade made it across the beam the others, apart from Foon and the Doctor stepped onto the beam.

The Hosts turned silent, only to appear from the ceiling and floating down to them. The Mistress aimed her laser screwdriver at a Host, shooting it down. "Prepare yourselves," warned the Mistress as she was talking care of the Hosts attacking her.

The Hosts used their halos as weapons while everyone else grabbed a piece of metal to deflect the incoming halos that the Hosts were throwing at them. In the end Bannakaffalatta and Foon sacrificed themselves so that the others could get to safety.

*****

The Doctor gave the remaining survivors instructions to follow while he and the Mistress went together. He wasn't about to let her out of his sight. They were currently heading to deck thirty one.

"Did you enjoy that?" Asked the Mistress, referring to the kiss that Astrid gave him.

''Why? Are you jealous?'' Asked the Doctor with a cheeky grin. He wondered how she would react.

The Mistress rolled her eyes at the Doctor's implication. "Is that the best that you could come up with, Doctor?" Asked the Mistress, shoving the gallery's door open. "Oh, lovely more play things."

Inside the gallery was more Hosts. "Don't," said the Doctor, taking the laser screwdriver off of the Mistress. "Security protocol one. Do you hear me? One. One! Okay, that gives me three questions. Three questions to save my life, am I right?"

"I'm going to kill you if we get out of this alive," hissed the Mistress, thinking about the loss of her beloved laser screwdriver.

"Information. Correct," told a Host.

"No, that wasn't one of them. I didn't mean it. That's not fair. Can I start again?"

"Information. No."

"No! No, no, no, no. That wasn't a question either. Blimey. One question left. One question. So, you've been given orders to kill the survivors but survivors must therefore be passengers or staff, but not us."

"We're not passengers or staff but stowaways, and so you have to take us to your creator, on deck thirty one. Chop, chop, I haven't got all day,'' told the Mistress.

"Brilliant Missy," the Doctor turned back to the Host. "Take me to your leader. I've always wanted to say that," delighted that he got to say it.

"Give my screwdriver back!" Whined the Mistress as they were escorted by the Host to deck thirty one.

"I'll give you it back later."

"I could kill you right now and pick it off your dead body."

*****

A Host opens the door for the Mistress and the Doctor. "Wow. Now that is what you call a fixer upper. Come on then, Host with the most, this ultimate authority of yours. Who is it?" Inquired the Doctor.

"Isn't it obvious Doctor, who the man behind this is?" Questioned the Mistress, figuring out who would benefit the most from the Titanic crashing into the Earth.

"Oh, that's clever. That's an omnistate impact chamber. Indestructible. You can survive anything in there. Sit through a supernova. Or a shipwreck. Only one person can have the power and the money to hide themselves on board like this and I should
know," said the Doctor as the doors open and a machine with a head entrapped in glass wheels in.

"My name is Max," introduces Max and his gold tooth shines.

"And you say I'm dramatic," mutters the Mistress.

"It really does that," mumbled the Doctor.

"Who the hell is this?" Questioned Max at the intruders.

"I'm the Doctor and this is Missy. Hello."

"Information. Stowaways," told the Host.

"Well..." the Mistress tuned out the Doctor and Max's conversation, her lips curved seeing Astrid hidden in playing sight.

'She couldn't resit,' thought the Mistress.

"Oh, but I can, Doctor. I can cancel the engines from here," said Max, turning off the engines. The Hosts hold the Mistress and the Doctor, to stop them from doing anything.

"You can't do this!" Shouted the Doctor.

"Use my screwdriver you idiot!" Exclaimed the Mistress, frustrated by the Doctor. Astrid drives in on a fork lift.

"Mister Capricorn!" Shouted Astrid, gaining the attention of Max. She drives the fork lift towards Max. "I resign!" Astrid lifts up Capricorn's machine and moves towards the guard railing, a Host throws its halo at her.

The Doctor uses the Mistress laser screwdriver to destroy the Host that held her. The Doctor then throws it at her to catch it, and does the same with him. "He's cut the brake line!" Exclaimed the Doctor as Astrid fell into the engine with Capricorn. "Astrid!"

"Doctor we need to get to the bridge," said the Mistress, looking at a devastated Doctor.

"Titanic falling. Voyage terminated. Voyage terminated," announced a computer.

*****

The Doctor and the Mistress uses the Hosts to fly up to the bridge. One Host used it's fist to create an opening through the floor, so that the Doctor and the Mistress could get in.

"Deadlock broken," said a computer.

The Mistress looked out of the large Titanic window. "It's a shame that I'm still on this ship," said the Mistress.

"Ah, Midshipman Frame. At last," hummed the Doctor.

"Er, but, but the Host," said Frame. He wanted to know why the Host wasn't trying to kill them.

"Controller dead, they divert to the next highest authority, and that's me."

"There's nothing we can do. There's no power. The ship's going to fall."

"As much as I love watching you too flirt. Don't you want to save the Earth?" Asked the Mistress.

"What's your first name?" Asked the Doctor.

"Alonso," replied Frame.

"That's something else I've always wanted to say. Allons-y, Alonso. Whoa!" Said the Doctor at the sudden change of moment on the ship, he looked at the Mistress

The Mistress gripped onto the Titanic's and spinned the wheel. "Oh, this is fun. Doctor its Captain Missy now!" Her lips twisted into an insane smile.

Deciding to help the Mistress, the Doctor turns on a scanner to see where the ship's impact area. "West Central London, ' muttered the Doctor. He grabs a comm to warn Buckingham Palace of the incoming Titanic.

"Engines active. Engines active," repeated the computer.

The Doctor and the Mistress grab the steering wheel and pulls it as far back as they can. The Titanic barely misses Buckingham Palace. Everyone on the ship breaths a sigh of relief.

"Woohoo!" Exclaimed Frame. "How did you do it?"

"The heat of re-entry to fire up the secondary storm drive. Unsinkable, that's us," laughed the Doctor. The Mistress playfully rolled her eyes.

"We made it."

"Not all of us. Teleport! She was wearing a teleport bracelet," said the Doctor, running to the reception, to try and bring back Astrid. The Mistress followed the Doctor, intending on using a teleport bracelet to leave.

*****

The Mistress hummed a Melanie Martinez song as she placed the bracelet on her arm. She gave one last look towards the Doctor and him trying to get Astrid back, then teleported down to Earth. "Now to find Sexy," said the Mistress.
 

The Mistress sat outside the TARDIS door, in the freezing cold. She used her laser screwdriver to tap the drums pattern on her leg. She had taken a look at her knees, and found the bleeding to have stopped. Due to her superior biology, her injuries were already healing, at a rapid speed.

"Took you long enough," told the Mistress as she stood up from the ground. "Is Astrid still dead?"

The silence was all the answer that the Mistress needed. "Shes flying through space now," muttered the Doctor.

The Mistress blinked and then replied. "At least she's not doing something boring." She turned her attention to Copper. "You're still alive?"

"Yes, I am," nervously laughed Copper. He didn't want to set the Mistress off.

The Mistress held out her hand near the Doctor. "Give me the TARDIS key," told the Mistress. "Or open it for me like a gentleman. How else are you going to babysit me and stop whatever diabolical scheme that I have made."

Seeing the point of her words, the Doctor reluctantly                                                                                                         unlocked the TARDIS. He stayed behind to talk to Copper. "I'm warning you, Missy," warned the Doctor.

"And I'm cold and a QUEEN fan, but then again only a moron wouldn't like QUEEN,'' replied the Mistress as she blew the Doctor a kiss and walked into the TARDIS. "Hello Sexy!"

The TARDIS hummed in the Mistress'e mind. "Go and clean your injuries."

''Oh, I will Sexy," laughed the Mistress as she went to the medical room, she wasn't surprised to see that she was mostly recovered, thank to her time superior biology. She plopped herself onto a bed and started her work. 'He's in the TARDIS,' thought the Mistress.

"Hello, Doctor," said the Mistress to the Doctor who was leaning on the medical rooms door frame with a frown. "Turn that frown upside down."

"Missy..." started the Doctor, looking at the Mistress legs. "Your legs are injured."

The Mistress smirked at him. "My oh my, what a pervert you are Doctor. Do you have a leg fetish?" Laughed the Mistress, the Doctor rubbed his head in annoyance.

"No, Missy," said the Doctor, only to give his own smirk. "You might though," added the Doctor.

"I do not have a leg fetish!" Exclaimed the Mistress. "But you're not going to leave me alone. No, you'll be my own personal stalker."

"I won't be leaving you alone, and I am not a stalker," told the Doctor, the Mistress playfully rolled her eyes.

"Course you're not," hummed the Mistress. "You're a stalker with a TARDIS," added the Mistress, the Doctor looked like he wanted to scream in frustration. The Mistress placed the palm of her hand to her chin, she could do this all day.