Authors note: The weekend is here! Which means more writing time for me, or it would if I had no finals next week. The next chapter will probably be the last one for a few days. As always any criticism or reviews are greatly appreciated.
Walking through the quiet hallway was irritating for the Doctor, especially because the uncomfortable silence was the fault of the woman rescuing him. Only a few minutes into a conversation did he decide that this woman needed a nickname which well-suited her cruel personality. He nicknamed her "Liar". She would never answer his questions. On the off chance that she responds, her reply is a hoax; one which hides her mysterious secrets, while at the same time stirring the Doctors curiosity.
"Liar, I will nickname you 'Liar'. A name perfectly suited for a madwoman such as yourself." The Doctor quietly, but furiously announced. Lyra acknowledged his small speech by executing a slight nod. Somehow this small movement caused the Doctor to become aggravated. His TARDIS is off to who knows where and he's wasting his time trying, and failing, to talk with a woman who might as well be a brick wall. The Doctor halted, deciding that he is becoming much too angry. Lyra looked over her shoulder, interested as to why the Doctor paused. Her first sincere words since they started escaping leaked through her mouth.
"Are you alright?" She asked, valid concern flowing through her smooth voice. "Are you angry?"
"No, no. I'm sorry, I'm fine. Let's keep going." Lyra observed his gaze with worry. The Doctor laid a hand on Lyra's shoulder. "I'm alright! Don't worry about it" he assured her.
"I'm sorry for not being fully honest with you. I simply don't know what I can say and what I can't"
"Now come on Liar, cheer up! This is a rescue mission, well, it's more of an escape. Either way there is no excuse for frowning." His index finger poked the tip of her nose, yielding a giggle from Lyra. Her cute giggle unsettled the Doctor greatly. She is much too perfect. A naive madwoman lives in an angel's body. They continued walking, silently.
A lady approached around the corner, appearance the same of Lyra. She strode towards them with a knowing smile plastered on her face. At the sight of the woman, Lyra's wings went stiff and her knees buckled. She was much too nervous to speak with the woman. The Doctor noticed her anxiety and understood that the lady was of authority. He gave a soft smile and waited with his hands clasped behind his back. As expected, she scanned the Doctor, observing all his small movements until she was near enough to speak. "Who are you?" The Doctor smiled. This was the simplest question one could ask, and yet the answer was so much more complicated. Lying appeared as best option to the Doctor. He didn't want his name being thrown around in a potentially hostile environment. And yet he told Lyra, an act which he thought was a big mistake.
"John Smith." He held out his hand in greeting. The greeting was not returned. "Okay then." He cleared his throat. "I come from the planet Juvilne. I'm here to inspect the-"
"His name is 'The Doctor"" Lyra blurted out. This action took the Doctor off guard. His mouth was still held open; his expression was one of a dumbfounded man. He turned his body to face Lyra, his hands and fingers moved recklessly in front of his chest before his index finger was pointed at her face. He grumbled and then turned back to the woman, hands hastily clasped at his chest. He stretched them out.
"Alright, yes. I am the Doctor." A smile overcame him as an excellent thought struck. "I am a Doctor who works in one of Juvilne's hospitals." The Doctor reached into his pocket to remove a wallet. Flipping the cover, he smiled, mainly at himself for thinking of such a splendid plan. "See, I have a card." A large grin overtook his smile. The woman only smiled coldly as she inspected the card. Her cold gaze caused the Doctor to arch an eyebrow. His grin gradually faded.
"I am trained to not be fooled by psychic paper." Even her voice emitted a cold edge, like an icicle scrapping against frozen ground.
"Oh." A small pause occurred while the Doctor thought of his secondary plan. "Good, good! You passed the test." He patted her on the shoulder before placing his arm there. A chuckle escaped his mouth "Wouldn't want nurses to be tricked by hooligans." Wings then tickled the back of the Doctor, triggering a withdrawal response and plentiful giggles.
"Do not touch me. You have lied twice now. We do not tolerate lying." Feathers fluttered through space as white wings extended outward. "Not. At. All." A step was taken after every word.