Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to Doctor Who which belongs to the BBC etc, no copyright infringement is intended and no money/profit is being made this is for entertainment only please support the official program etc. I also do not own the song "Mickey" written by Mike Chapman and Nicky Chinn.

Rated M. Warnings: This fic contains sexually suggestive situations, a very toxic and unhealthy relationship, violence, emotional/psychological torment, sci-fi, coarse language, cruel humour and most importantly Missy! Also there will be spoilers for Seasons 8 & 9.

Pairing: Missy x Clara.

A/N: This is a short multichapter story not to be taken too seriously. I am self-confessed Missfle trash, garbage, waste etc! If you happen to be like-minded then I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One: Moth To A Flame.

Clara loved shopping for candles. The small but satisfying indulgence of enjoying a scented candle was a great way to unwind from her crazy and often dangerous life. Cinnamon and bergamot-now that seemed enticing but as she leaned over to take a closer look someone slammed straight into her!

After blinking in shock she turned to see who the obnoxious culprit was. Edwardian dress, elegant bouffant, wide wild eyes...

"EXCUSE ME! WILL YOU WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING! Or is that too much to ask of your primitive species?"

Insane, entitled, destructive...it could only be...

"HEY MISSY YOU SO FIIIIINE! What can I do for you today?" Sang the enquiring shop assistant, as if she was a favoured regular.

How dare she come into Claras favourite shop, rudely push into her, blame her and be getting preferential treatment?! Despite her indignation Clara took a deep breath and made an internal pact with herself that whatever sick twisted mind game Missy was trying to play she would remain calm, keep cool and call the Doctor.

"I need something spicy and warm dear, that BURNS for a verrrrrry long time..."

Clara was absent-mindedly examining the candle as she listened to Missys demands.

"The cinnamon and bergamot would be perfect for you-but we've only got one left I'm afraid." The shop assistant looked over at Clara nervously as Missy attempted to snatch the candle out of her hands.

That was it. This was ridiculous!

"What could you possibly want with this candle Missy?!" She questioned furiously as she gripped onto it stubbornly.

Missy stopped suddenly, her hands still on Claras and locked her into a mischievous stare.

"Why Clara, are you..trying to say..that I'm HOT enough...already...?" Missy bit her bright red lip and pretended to blush.

Clara threw the candle down in rage-the confused shopkeeper looked on in horror at the shattered glass on the floor. She stormed out of the shop and hurried down the street as she fumbled about for her phone. Clara panicked as she realised it wasn't there...

BLOODY MISSY.

Missy must have stolen it from her pocket when she bumped into her. She couldn't go back there, and she couldn't call the Doctor now either-so what was she going to do?