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 Nine: Fetch.
"So. Warm up. Let's play a game. You make three statements, one of them's a lie, if I can guess which one then you're rubbish. I'll go first. I used to be a man." Missy stated in casual nonchalance, as the class giggled.
"I'm an alien." She continued, and Courtney Woods stared at her suspiciously.
Missy noticed Clara stood in the doorway and decided to make the most of a great oppurtunity to wind her up.
"Clara hates me."
"But all of those are true." Clara contested as she entered the classroom.
Missy made a heartbroken face to the children before turning to flutter her eyelashes at her teasingly.
"But you love me really Clara. We can all see it." She purred.
"Hang on." Interrupted Courtney
"You're Jane Austen, aren't you?"
Missy whipped round to face her insulted.
"No I'm not. I'm a gender-bending alien!"
"Yeah right."
"I should warn you, that I don't give detentions. I will not hesitate to vaporise you if you insist on irritating me." Courtney looked at Clara, who looked at Missy who was pouting sulkily.
"Gender-bending alien can I have a word with you in private please?"
"That's not politically correct."
"But you just-"
"I have transitioned, and I prefer the term extra-terrestrial visitor. I would appreciate your sensitivity in future. Remember, we must set an example to the children Clara."
"Fine. Then don't call me Clara it's unprofessional, Miss Saxon."
"Okay puppy." Missy replied condescendingly, as the class laughed.
"I'm actually trying to teach a lesson here, so no you can't have a word, but you can photocopy this for me." Missy shoved a thick script into Claras hands.
"Twenty copies please. If you make it back in fifteen minutes you might get a treat." She ordered and patted her on the head, as Clara glared at her in outrage.
"Well go on. Fetch."