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/psychogical 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 Three: Playing With Fire
She could handle this couldn't she? Part of her was starting to regret lying to the Doctor and finding and confronting the Mistress on her own.
The finding had turned out to be easier than she anticipated, after retracing her own path from the candle shop "Playing With Fire". There was a vintage themed café only a couple of doors down and Clara had spotted her through the window. She pulled back swiftly, sure that her heart had skipped a beat.
You really didn't think this through did you Clara? You know how dangerous she is, peoples lives could be at stake! And you decided to go after her alone just to prove a point...
That's probably what she wanted you to do. It's a trap. For Gods sake why didn't you realise that before. Traps are her flirting.
That last line had popped into her head like a gunshot, violent and sort of life-threatening. Crazy as it was, it wasn't as if she had any other option, apart from finding the Doctor again and admitting that she lied-which wasn't going to happen.
Clara took a deep breath, hoped she looked confident and entered the café. She stepped in front of the Mistress' table. The time lady stared straight through her, as if Clara wasn't even there.
"Missy?" She sat down tentatively, her mind frantically preparing itself for danger and disaster.
Finally Missy's clear blue gaze settled on her and she smiled in acknowledgement.
"Now then...this is a pleasant surprise. How are you my dear?"