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. Warning: 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 Seven: The Gallifreyan Invasion.
Finally Clara could get back to reality and maybe even recover from her crazy weekend of mad renegade timelord shenanigans! The sun was shining, the kids weren't too rowdy and she even had a genuine smile on her face as she walked through the corridor and entered the staff room for the teachers meeting.
"Good Morning, Miss Oswald!" Greeted the head teacher cheerily.
"Good Morning!" Clara replied brightly, her smile still there as she scanned the room acknowledging her colleagues until she reached the far side of the staff room.
Claras jaw dropped in outrage as Missy smiled sweetly.
"Miss Oswald, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Saxon our new drama teacher." The head teacher stated merrily.
"Oh there's no need for that!" Missy dismissed the gesture with a dramatic wave of her arm.
"You two know each other already?"
If looks could kill then Claras fierce glare would have made short work of the Mistress.
"Know each other? Why Clara and I are the best of friends, aren't we?" Missy questioned, clearly enjoying every second of Claras obvious discomfort. She rolled up her sleeve subtley to reveal her disintegrator before winking at her devilishly.
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Asked the head teacher.
"Mr Smith."
"Please, come on in!"
The Doctor entered the staff room.
"Mr Smith, I'd like you to meet Miss Saxon, the new drama teacher. Miss Saxon this is Mr Smith the caretaker who will be joining us once again this term."
"John!" Missy squealed in delight.
"Congratulations on your new position." Played along the Doctor, as Clara shot him a look of horrified confusion.
"Well it seems like everyone knows each other, how wonderful! What a great term this is going to be."