The Doctor once more stared in wonder at his new companion and couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't place what was building up inside of him. He hadn't felt this happy in a long time. Having her arm around his was enough to make his mind a little cloudy and his breathe a little short. And where in the world had she found that dress? He couldn't recall ever seeing it before and he knows of everything that is in the Tardis. He has stepped foot in every square inch of it and yet he doesn't remember ever owning that dress. Oh well, he had to be surprised by something every couple hundred years.
No, no, no. He was never surprised by anything. What was going on?
"And what would your names be?"
The Doctor snapped out of his mental dilemma and stammered, "Sorry? What was that?"
"I said, what are your names?" The guard looked like he completely hated his job.
"I am the Doctor and this is Ms. Ruby Solange." The Doctor flashed the psychic paper at the guard and noticed Ruby look at it with a curious expression
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After he allowed them through Ruby pulled the Doctor aside into a small empty room off to the left and stared him right in the face. "That paper was blank, Doctor."
"No it wasn't."
Ruby looked at him without wavering her expression. "Don't lie to me, Doctor. If there is one thing that I can't stand, it's being lied to." And it was true. She was lied to enough in her life and for the moment she needed sincere honesty.
"This paper, " he pulled out the wallet, "is called psychic paper. Only someone with terrific mind power would be able to tell that it was blank. If I want someone to think that I am—."
"The police." Ruby looked murderous.
"Y-yeah. And it will sh-show them what ever will get them to b-believe me." The Doctor looked at her and the fire in her eyes truly and honestly scared him. He has never been scared. Well he has been scared, many times actually, but never of a human. And certainly never of a small woman that looked as if she couldn't hurt a fly. "B-but you knew that I lied to you. Why are you angry now?"
Her mind was clouded with anger and she couldn't even hear the words coming out of his mouth. Ruby saw his lips moving and saw, in his eyes, the slight fear. She didn't think that she could scare him. She had never scared anyone in her life without kicking him or her in the gut. She had hardly uttered a word and she had frightened the Doctor. Of course she had never been this angry before either. She had to get away. She had always kept her anger under control, but once she was with the doctor for too long she became frazzled and discombobulated.
What was wrong with her?
The Doctor watched Ruby's expression change from anger to wonder to fright in a matter of seconds. And suddenly, without warning, he watched her look straight into his eyes, almost into his soul, and then run out of the room. Before he could process what had just happened, he stood, for a split second, staring at the blank spot where she had stood and subconsciously wishing she were still there.
"Ruby!" the Doctor shouted. He ran out of the room and through an open pair of double doors about ten feet high. Classical music filled his ears and he looked around to find himself in the middle of a dance floor, and a rather large one at that. With a sigh he walked off of the floor and sat down at one of the small tables arranged around the room. It was a table set for two with expensive silver plates and crystal goblets. He ignored the people crowded around and looked at the fortune of the room.
It was incredibly vast and had a beautiful marble staircase that seemed to bleed right into the dance floor, which appeared to also be made out of marble. The walls, however, looked to be curtains hung against the wall making the room appear even more lavish than it already was. Every several feet there were seven-foot tall candelabras with beautiful red candles in them. In the corner of the room was a small orchestra playing Beethoven's 9th symphony and scattered all around the room were tables identical to his own apart from the fact that at his table only one seat was filled.
There was a table with one empty seat, however, with all of the people standing around and dancing with their partners he couldn't see who was sitting there. All he could make out were the shoes. The green heels gave away the mysterious person's gender. The Doctor tried his best to look around the people, but was unsuccessful. Fortunately something distracted a small bunch of people and he finally had a view of the full table.
"Ruby!"
Ruby whipped her head around to find the Doctor making his way through the crowd toward her. "Oh no," she whispered to herself. "Not now, doctor." She had been sitting there thinking that he wouldn't find her through all of the guests gathered around that table. While sitting their Ruby was trying to sort out the mess in her head and she couldn't do that with the Doctor there. It was a simple sorting of needs and wants.
No matter how much she wanted to be with the Doctor right then, she needed to be alone.
She got up and started heading towards the staircase.
"Ruby!" Ruby started to walk faster, trying as hard as she could to ignore the Doctor. "Ruby, come back!"
She ran up the staircase and heard the Doctor's footsteps close behind her. Through a hallway brightly lit with candles, Ruby ran until she almost twisted her ankle. She stopped for a moment to kick off her shoes but that single moment was one moment too long. She had only one of her shoes off when she felt a hand around her waist and was forcefully spun around. Ruby looked up at the Doctor and felt the abnormal amount of strength holding her to the spot.
"Listen, I'm sorry I lied to you. Just don't run away from me," he said.
"Why shouldn't I?" For some reason she couldn't bring herself to tell the Doctor that she needed a few minutes alone.
He remained quiet for a second or two and in that moment she knew that he wasn't going to tell her. Then he tried to change the mood of the conversation. "I understand why you're upset, Ruby."
"No you don't."
"What?" The Doctor felt like he was hit in the face with an oar.
"You could never understand what is making me upset! Hell, I don't even understand what's wrong with me?"
"Ruby?" the Doctor said softly.
"What?!" she snapped.
"Are you-are you crying?"