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 br taken too seriously. I am self confesssed Missfle trash, garbage, waste etc! If you happen to be like minded then I hope you enjoy.
Chapter Two:She Wants To Burn Things.
The Doctor was stood outside her door, so Clara hurried over in relief until she looked up and she saw the fear in his eyes.
"I am so glad to see you.." she started, before she was shocked to be interrupted by a hug. Clara looked up at him in bewilderment at this impromptu display of affection.
"I am so sorry I didn't get here earliar Clara." Stated the Doctor humbly.
"As soon as I got your message I headed straight over...are you hurt?!" He continued in almost alarming concern, looking Clara over for possible injuries.
"My message? But my phone was stolen. I haven't been able to send you anything!"
The Doctor frowned in confusion and showed her the message he had received on the TARDIS screen from her phone less than an hour ago...
SHE WANTS TO BURN THINGS. SHE TRIED TO...I HAD TO RUN..I AM SO SCARED...I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. I AM SO SCARED OF HER. HELP!
Clara was speechless with anger. How dare Missy pretend to be her and then make her out to be some sort of pathetic wimp to the Doctor.
"So if someone sent this from your phone, then they must have assumed this was the number for a medical doctor. Sounds like trouble, but I can't say I'm not relieved. I thought it was you telling me that Missy was on the loose or something."
"Good God no." Lied Clara.
"That would be terrible." She continued, trying not to show any signs of her fury.