Hell hath no fury...

Missy was angry. She'd only just managed to wrangle her way off Skaro alive, no thanks to the Doctor, the sanctimonious git! How dare he, how dare he choose the puppy that she'd so generously gifted to him over her, his oldest and closest friend? He'd sent her his Confession dial, did that really mean so little to him? That he would treat her like she was nothing! But no, apparently it had just been an elaborate deception! And people thought that she was the manipulative one!

She saw it now. The Doctor had never cared for her. Just knew her far too well, knew that no matter how much they fought, no matter how much she had pretended in the past to want him dead, she would always, always drop all pretences and run to his aid the second she knew he was in real danger. “A cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking of” - that's what she'd once said, and despite their enmity, their deadly duels across time and space, that always rang true. And the bastard knew it, and had taken advantage of it. He'd known she'd come to his aid. He'd relied upon it for his plan. Of course he'd seen it was a trap right from the start, and despite his protestations he'd known that she would find a way to come with him to where Davros was all along. Everything had gone exactly as he'd wanted. He'd known all along what Davros was planning, which means he'd known all along that she'd find a way to survive anything the Daleks threw at her, that she'd make her way to a strategic position so that when he finally ‘fell for’ Davros’ plan, she would run to his aid and he would force them to wipe themselves out. Of course he'd had that meticulously planned from the start, no matter how much he played the fool. The only thing that she'd messed up in his plan was to bring the puppy with her. His bleating about her safety while totally disregarding Missy's was proof enough of that. He would destroy anything and everything for the puppy, she'd known that when she picked her. That's why she'd picked her! For all the reasons she'd told him and more. To make him see that maybe they weren't so different, that given the right push, either of them could and would rip apart all of time and space and wreak havoc on the universe.

She'd picked too well, it seemed, although she couldn't help but think that she would love to see the fireworks when it did inevitably kick off, because from the cold fire in his eyes when he'd looked at her, told her to run, his fury with the one responsible would be a beautiful thing to witness! But it wasn't supposed to be directed at her, never at her, and it hurt more than she could have possibly imagined to be ignored, to be pushed away, to be sent into the most dangerous place in the universe with no way of escape, more than that, to be utterly betrayed by the man who'd brought her there under the pretence of friendship! Friendship! There was no clearer sign of it back home, tradition was clear, and as Clara had found out there were psychic barriers in place to prevent anyone else from interfering without the explicit permission of either the owner or that dearest of friends to whom they had left it. She'd always thought that the psychic barrier was stronger than that, that it would know, in a manner of speaking, who that friend was, the one person in the whole of time and space who they considered to have a stronger, closer, deeper relationship with them than anyone else. But how could that be the case when she was evidently little more than a pawn as far as he was concerned, whereas the puppy he held in such high esteem, fragile and breakable though she was, doting on her from the second she entered the room? And all illusions there might have been of his guitar playing being for her or even for both of them when he first saw them had definitely been painfully shattered the moment they left Earth!

She wondered for a second if he'd spared her a moment's thought after abandoning her on Skaro, before giving a harsh laugh. Of course he hadn't, that would suggest he had a conscience when it came to her, and it was clear that he most certainly didn't! All his talk of the idiot in the box, of trying to be a good man, of not using weapons and having the moral high ground, when it came to her, he would never shy away from watching her die, even when there was something he could do about it (with one notable exception, and she remains so very proud of being able to entice some emotion from him with that, for being able to win) - bloody sanctimonious git of a hypocrite, that's what he was! At least she was honest about what she was! Turned good the puppy has suggested?! Pah!

And yet that still wasn’t the main reason she'd attempted to trick the Doctor, the idea had been there, an insurance policy almost, from the moment she'd decided to put the puppy into one of the Daleks, but she'd never intended to use it, right up to the moment where he'd had the nerve to look her in the eyes moments after she'd saved his life and ask for Clara… Clara!! Not even an acknowledgement, let alone a thank you or some emotion to show that maybe he was glad she wasn't dead. But no, it was all part of his stupid plan, and she'd played her part, so no need to acknowledge that! Of course she'd been angry, of course she'd been jealous! Jealous of a stupid puppy! So there'd been no question of anything else, no room in her head for anything but jealous rage, vengeance and a point to prove! And if it had worked? Oh, if it had worked, it would have been glorious! The righteous anger of the Doctor thinking he was taking vengeance while simultaneously destroying the one thing between them, and she would have been there at his side to comfort him, and he would finally have seen her as more than a pawn in his games! But no, the stupid girl had to mess it up, begging for mercy! And he's had the nerve to blame her for tricking him! It was his own fault, he'd forced her hand! She'd actually been slightly loathed to do it after going to so much effort to choose the perfect puppy to keep him company, and growing admittedly rather fond of it herself! But what else was a girl to do?

The trouble was, she thought, that despite the pain, despite the Doctor's indifference to her, despite his betrayal, she knows that she would do it all again, the second she knew his life was in danger - real genuine danger, she would drop everything and run to him all over again. Oh yes, she would plot, scheme, hate in the meanwhile, taunt, hurt and have her revenge on him; but when it really mattered, there was nothing that could ever get in her way to stop her from saving her Doctor. Nothing in the universe. And that was why it hurt. And that was why she was angry. Because nothing would stop her running to his aid, but nothing would bring him to do the same for her. And so she did what she always did, and let rage turn to insanity and a blind lashing out at the universe in revenge of her loss. And that's the way it would always be, the undeniable truth she always tried so hard to forget, something he would never allow. And she would make him pay for that injustice. Oh she was going to make him regret every dark day he ever ignored her, ever rejected her, he would burn with the same pain she had until he finally saw the truth… She smirked, a deadly, malicious smirk. Revenge, a long drawn out revenge. Oh, she was going to enjoy this!