A/N : Yes I know Run was a oneshot, but lots of people wanted more of Missy sassing everything in the universe. So here's Part 2 of my twoshot (?)

The whizzing of a teleporter filled her ears and her vision was covered with a sparkling veil of blue.
"Where are we?"  Missy asked the Dalek that was now nosing about a hole leading to the sewers gingerly. It obviously knew that their older generation weren't all bingo halls and Werther's Originals like they thought. She looked in the distance at the steampunk buildings falling into themselves and heard cries of mercy from hundreds of crushed Daleks. Clara Oswald had taught them to be merciful; Missy didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing.
Suddenly she heard voices from beside her, not Dalek and not herself, unless her drums had decided to become sentient.  She looked around, flicking away a curled piece of brunette hair that had fluttered down her forehead. There over staring across the ruined landscape was the Doctor, hands stuffed in his tartan patterned trousers with his sunglasses still sat on the bridge of his nose.
Clara wandered towards him, half noticing the ladder running up the front of her tights and the black stain on the side of her dress. She didn't want to even start thinking about what it could be. Calmly she put her hand on the Doctor's arm,  rubbing it lovingly as he placed the golden confession dial in his pocket, hoping she wouldn't mention it.
"Hands off", thought Missy, watching from afar, "He's mine, you scrawny little puppy". Hundreds of thoughts rushed through her head, half of them impossible ways that the cliffside could just fall, taking Clara's sweet little chihuahua face with it. Her gaze wandered to the TARDIS parked just behind a tree and an idea popped into her head. Voices echoed around the cliff again, but overrun by a high pitched whining coming from behind her.
"Time Lord, where is The Mire? Where is the glorious Dalek victory?" cried the robotic voice of the Dalek. It then started chanting over and over, "Victory to the Daleks, Victory to the Daleks".
"Oh my Giddy Aunt, shut up!" Missy yelled at it, hoping that The Doctor hadn't heard her. Oh who was she kidding? The Doctor already knew she was alive, he knew she would find a way out. Annoyed, she pulled the dark star alloy brooch from her jacket, and for a second watched the Victorian silhouette shine in the Skaro sun. The Dalek didn't stop.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1", she counted slowly, before stabbing it right in the front of its armour plating. Air whizzed out of the newly punctured hole and it looked at it.
"We. Had. A. Deal!" It shouted. "Exterminate!" It moved towards her rapidly, the sound of its exterminator ("Whisk", Missy thought) firing up.
"Oh how boring", she lulled and with a swift push sent it crashing down the topaz coloured cliff face. She looked down onto the ground below, looking mighty pleased with herself, but then the whirring noise of the TARDIS materialising filled the air. "No, no, no, stupid Daleks getting in the way of things. Doctor, you're not getting away that easily". Quickly she ran towards the fast disappearing machine and in a moment of panic hit the door with the wrist holding her vortex manipulator. "Stupid Clara, she actually believed me when I said it had blown off", Missy chucked to herself. The glass screen cracked in the middle, so now it was pretty much useless. "Have to go and pinch one off Torchwood again", she thought and in a minute of madness (or a minute of more madness than the rest of her life) clung to the deep blue side of the TARDIS. It materialised away with her and she shut her eyes tight as the time vortex zoomed around her, purple and blue. The drums seemed louder than ever, beating like a heartbeat. She had thought it had gone for some reason after her regeneration, maybe the shock of turning into a girl had shoved it back into the Time Lord that had thought up the idea, but no. However, it seemed the Doctor was her antidote. Every second she was with him seemed like a second without the constant sound in her head that was as annoying as that Dalek that was probably still chanting at the bottom of the cliff. A few seconds later birds started chirping in her ears, and she cautiously opened her eyes. Two doors swung open and she fell backwards into a nearby bush. "Great", she thought and started fighting her way through the tightly knitted foliage, but her eyes were heavy with tiredness and her feet just failed her. Plus the branches were actually comfortable. Everything just led to one thing. She gently drifted to sleep to the sound of swords clashing.