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.
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 Eight: Red Lipstick Stains.
Clara had practically dragged the Doctor into the caretakers cupboard the second she got chance.
"Cla-"
"EXACTLY ONE MINUTE!"
"Calm down!" Hissed the Doctor.
"I'm giving you exactly one minute to explain what the hell is going on and exactly what you're going to do to fix this."
"Excuse me. Hang on a minute. Let me get this straight . You wantme to explain to you what's going on?"
"How dare you-"
"You expect me to fix-"
"Put these kids in danger!"
"You can STOP. Right there." The Doctor gestured furiously.
"She's here because of you."
"You're trying to say this is my fault? She's your friend!" Clara exclaimed livid before slapping him across the face.
The Doctor froze for a minute before leaning back against the TARDIS and sighed.
"Yes. But she's taken quite a shine to you hasn't she?"
Claras eyes widened in disbelief.
"I think that we have very different definitions of what taking a shine means, Doctor. So far she set me up with you, she tried to get me killed, she's doing everything she can to make my life here on Earth Hell. She did this..." Clara rolled up her shirt sleeve and thrust her injured arm in the Doctors face.
The Doctor calmly took Claras arm and stared into her eyes clearly.
"And did you think Clara, that I didn't notice the red lipstick stains all over your face and neck after she dropped you off yesterday?"
Clara flushed bright red.
"In fact, I can still see some-"
"Stop. Just stop. Now-"
"Here." The Doctor brushed the reddish purple mark on Claras neck and started to roll down the top of her high neck jumper, revealing a seemingly never ending trail of lovebites until Clara grabbed his hand.
He looked up at her in horror.
"How far do these go?!"