THE THREE COMPANIONS SHUFFLED back into the Tardis after their impromptu lunch of chips. Lyla sighed as she sunk into the captains' chair next to the console. Aww yea, relaxation. "What do you think you're doing? Don't get comfortable." And there went my relaxation. The voice of the Doctor interrupted her resting, "To the med bay with you."
"Okay. Okay I'm getting up," she huffed. So, with a heavy sigh she rocked back to her feet still without the use of her hands and shuffled her feet to the entrance of the hallway. Lyla stopped and looked back to see the Doctor say something that she could not hear. She watched as Rose took a seat on the recently vacated captain's chair as the Doctor left her to follow his hurt companion to the med bay.
Lyla turned back around and started the journey down the hallway. She felt the Timelord's hand rest on her shoulders as he steered her through the twist and turned down the hallway. OK, that's gonna take some getting used to. I could have sworn we took a right last time. Lyla spoke up after an observation, "Is it just me or has the med bay moved locations."
"It's the Tardis. She moves rooms around for ease to her occupants or just to punish if she is in a mood," the Doctor answered softly.
Lyla laughed lightly, "For some reason I feel like she does that a lot with you. You upset her often, Doctor?" You know Doc. You should probably not hit her with a mallet if you want on her good side.
"No. I try not to anyway. She sometimes gets her feelings in a twist about some things," he replied as we turned into the med bay.
Lyla took a hop up on the cot and held out her hands to the Doctor, "Well. She is a female Doctor. Of course, she gets her feelings in a twist when a male does something that is not approved of." Wow. Doesn't matter the species it seems. Men will be men. She looked down at her hands to see that the paste had shifted colors again to a bright neon purple and was slightly shiny when turned exactly right in the bright med bay lights.
The Doctor hummed as his answer to her observation of his ship and was gently holding her wrist to get a better look at the Texans' palms. He started to peel the paste from Lyla's wrist to her fingers. As the paste lifted, new pink skin was revealed underneath. Lyla watched in fascination as her new unblemished skin was exposed to the air and lights. What the burn unit at hospitals would give for this.
Once both hands were free of the paste, he slowly turned her hands to make sure that all was healed. He slowly stroked a finger down the fresh pink skin causing Lyla to gasp and jerk away slightly. Okay not fair. Why did that have to feel so good? He froze and asked quickly, "Pain?"
"Nope, just sensitive," Lyla muttered as she felt her face flush lightly. Gotta change the subject so I don't say something that I can't take back. With a clearing of her throat she asked, "So, are we good? No lasting damage, right?"
The Doctor resumed his light stroking with his thumbs across her palms as he finally looked away from her hands. "Yeah, you're all good. No lasting damage but they will be sensitive for the next hour as the skin and nerves adjust." He searched her face as he asked his next question with a light smile, "Is this going to be a routine thing that you do? End up in my med bay. Because I don't think my hearts can handle it."
"Well, I hope not but you never know," she answered with an upturn to one side of her mouth in a crooked smile. "Wait… Did you say hearts? As in plural."
"Yeah. Two hearts. Me." He replied with a smile.
"Good to know just in case I have to perform CPR on you," she said flippantly.
He looked back down at her hands and finally seemed to notice the tattoos on her arms. "What is this for," he asked curiously as his fingers stroked the body of the phoenix on her forearm.
"Hmm," Get your mind out of the gutter and answer him. Lyla hummed as she looked down to where his fingers were now resting. "I rise from the ashes. Reborn and stronger after all the struggles. The infinity symbol on the wrist is a mother daughter tattoo. We got it together after the hardest year of our lives. Hers has a heart instead of a cross though."
His eyes flicked down to both arms and just stared with a thoughtful look before he finally dropped both hands and stepped away and back to a cabinet where he pulled out another device to use on Lyla to check her health. Lyla took a deep breath to clear her senses of the Doctor. One more second of him being that close and the stroking, and he was going to find himself with an armful of horny 23-year-old. Control.
She made a questioning noise when he approached her. "It's just to check your water and electrolyte levels after the dehydration," he answered the unspoken question.
Once the device beeped its results, she asked, "All good?" Please be all good.
"Yep," he stated, popping the 'p' at the end of the word and a widening smile.
Lyla hopped down from the bed and waited for him to put everything away, "So, can we go back to Rose, and you prove that you have a time machine that can go both forward and backwards in time." Her smile widened as the affronted look crossed the Doctor's face.
"Oi. I do have a time machine," He placed one hand to his chest and stepped back from her like she wounded him with her doubts.
"Prove it Timelord," she sassed back with a wicked grin. Right… What control?
Before Lyla knew it, she was being dragged back to the console room by the Doctor and his wounded ego. She threw her head back and laughed as she tried to keep pace with the alien.
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