> The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor
>  by Lucky Seven
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> A Grand Entrance
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The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor

A Grand Entrance

Edited by Missy Angel and DustyPwny




It was Saturday, and it seemed that all the citizens of Ponyville were out having a good time. Ponies were talking, playing sports, and a few were simply relaxing and catching some rays. The beautiful day had even attracted a few tourists. Among those tourists was Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts, and self proclaimed ‘best golden thing on the planet’. At the moment, she was heading down the dirt road leading to Fluttershy’s cottage, intent on getting herself a pet of some kind. It was as if almost everypony had one nowadays, and she wanted in on the trend.

Along the way though, Spitfire became aware of a noise in the distance, and she stopped in her tracks. A humming began to resonate, getting louder each time, and it was accompanied by a low whirring sound. She couldn’t help but wonder what the source of the noise was and began looking around, desperate for any clues. But all she could see were fields of grass and flowers. Finally, with no other options left, and the noise only increasing in decibels, she decided to call out to it.

“Hello? Is anypony there?”

As if answering her question, a flash of light appeared in the sky and she took notice of a blue object flying right at her, spinning around like a top the whole time. But there was no time to study it, as it was about to collide with the ground and, by extension, her. Extending her wings, Spitfire took to the air with the speed of a hawk and narrowly avoided being splattered by the mysterious flying object, which slid for a few meters before coming to a rest.













Turning back around mid flight, Spitfire slowed to a mere hover and took the time to examine the blue box. Without having to fly for her life, she could tell that it was some sort of phone booth. But what kind of phone booth could appear out of thin air and fly? Her question was left unanswered as the doors on the front of it suddenly opened.

After a few moments, a... something, walked out of the box. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, and she planted her hind hooves into the ground, ready to take off at a moment’s notice. After all, it could be a threat to her, and she wasn’t going to take any chances.

Examining it more closely, she saw that it had a brown mane, but no tail. It was dressed in a blue suit, and it appeared to be smiling. Odd, considering it had just crash landed, and almost crushed her in the process. Then again, there didn’t seem to be any windows on that thing except on the very top of each side, so seeing her would have been out of the question. Though, considering that it was piloting a phone booth of all things, it was most likely capable of anything.

Spitfire was broken out of her thoughts, however, when the odd looking thing spoke. Not having heard what it said, but only assuming it had been directed towards her, she pointed at herself with a hoof, earning a nod from the creature.

“Yes, you! Can you come down here?”

From the voice, Spitfire could easily infer that the creature calling to her was a male, and intelligent at that, since it was capable of speaking Equestrian. But should she listen to him and go down to where he was currently standing? 

Deciding she had nothing to lose, Spitfire did just that, flying down to the... thing, and his blue phone booth. She came to a stop just a few feet away from him and gently touched down on the ground. For a few seconds, the two simply stared at each other in silence, as if judging if the other could pose a threat.

Suddenly, the creature threw his arms outwards, as if having finally realized something. “Of course! You’re an equine! Pegasus to be exact! I’ve never seen one of you before, oh this is just fantastic!”

“...”

“So have you got a name?”

“... Spitfire.”

“Like the plane?” His questioned garnered an odd look from her, and he chuckled to himself. “Of course you don’t know about planes, you’re a pegasus for crying out loud!” As soon as he finished talking, the new thing was upon her, looking her over, as if trying to find out everything he could about her. “That’s interesting. Your wings don’t seem like they’d be big enough to keep you in the air,” he observed, a baffled expression on his face.

Spitfire gave a chuckle at his confusion, and quickly explained, “That’s our innate magic. It makes our wings stronger than they should be.”

“Magic, eh? Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” he said with a shrug. Spitfire simply giggled as he went further back and began staring at her flank. “And what about this mark on your flank?” he asked, examining the flaming wings closely.

“That’s called a cutie mark. It shows our special talent. Mine is stunt flying. Now just who are you?”

Smiling, the creature stood back up. “I’m the Doctor.”

“The Doctor? That’s your name? Like, your whole name?”

“Yep! Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go see the rest of this planet,” the Doctor said, wheeling around and walking back towards his blue box, hands in his pockets the whole time.

Spitfire had no idea why she said what she did next, but it just seemed to blurt itself out. “Wait!”

In an instant, this ‘Doctor’ turned back around and leaned his head forwards, as if trying to hear her better. “Hm?”

“What’s that blue box?” she asked, pointing a hoof at the object for emphasis.

“Oh, that? That’s the TARDIS.”

“What’s it do?” she questioned, making the Doctor smile.

“My, you’re quite the inquisitive one, aren’t you?” the Doctor asked, earning a chuckle from Spitfire.

“I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve never seen something like that, not to mention something like you,” she replied, pointing a hoof right at his chest. “What are you anyways?”

“A Time Lord,” he swiftly replied.

“Time Lord?”

“That is what I said, isn’t it?”

Spitfire shook her head to rid herself of her confusion before replying. “Whatever. So what can your thing do?”

“This machine can do a lot of things. She’s capable of flying, for one. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” he laughed.

“Duh! It almost slammed right into me!”

“Oh, it did? Sorry about that,” he apologized, sorrow evident on his face.

“Well, I’m fine, and that’s all that matters,” she said, earning a nod from the Doctor. “So what else does the… what did you call it?” she asked, already having forgotten the name of his box.

“TARDIS,” he repeated.

“Right, so what else can your ‘TARDIS’ do?”

“Well,” he began as he walked back to the TARDIS, Spitfire following close behind, “it can teleport to anywhere I want it to.”

“That sounds awesome!” Spitfire yelled enthusiastically, making him smile again.

“It is ‘awesome’, isn’t it? Would you like to see it from the inside?”

Spitfire stopped in her tracks. “No. Way. I can really go inside?”

“If you want to, yeah. Besides, I’ve never had a pegasus on board. Though I have ridden a horse once.”

Spitfire found that last part odd, but decided not to say anything about it.

After a few seconds, the two arrived at the TARDIS, and the Doctor was about to open the doors when a concern crosses Spitfire’s mind. “Hey, won’t it be cramped in that little thing?”

Smirking at her, he replied, “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

With that, he opened the doors to the TARDIS and Spitfire peered inside. What she saw seemed impossible. “It’s…”

“Bigger on the inside,” the two said at the same time, making Spitfire laugh. It was like the Doctor had been reading her mind.

“Why is it so golden?”

“Huh,” the Doctor looked around a bit, then back to Spitfire. “You know, I’m not sure.”

“You’re a strange one, Doctor,” Spitfire giggled.

“Stranger than a pegasus that uses magic to fly?” That got another laugh out of her. She still had more questions, though.

“So what’s this big thing in the middle?”

“Oh, that?” The Doctor went up to the column and rested a hand on it. “That’s the ‘engine’, if you will.”

“And the stuff below it?”

“The control panel.” Spitfire reached a hoof towards it, but found it smacked away by his hand. “Eh, don’t, uh, don’t touch it. Not yet, at least.”

“Fair enough,” she shrugged. After all, she was in his ‘TARDIS’.

“So, where do you want to go, Miss Spitfire?”

“So I can go anywhere?” she inquired.

The Doctor nodded. “Theoretically, yes. Buuuut we don’t want to go to certain places,” he explained.

“Like where?”

“Well, we could teleport into the sun, but that would be a very stupid idea.”

Putting a hoof to her chin in thought, Spitfire began to think of places she wanted to see. The possibilities were literally endless, something that excited her greatly. For some reason, though, her mind kept going back to one area in particular. “Can we just go a bit into space?”

“What, you mean above the planet?” he asked, waiting for confirmation.

"Well, I more meant outside of this galaxy. That's a 'bit' as far as space goes, right?"

“Now why would you want to go into outer space?” he questioned, seemingly intrigued with the golden mare’s decision.

“I just feel like this planet is holding me back sometimes. The skies are sweet, but I’ve always wanted to see more, I guess.”

“What if I told you I could take you anywhere you wanted to go, whenever you wanted?” 

Spitfire reeled back. That question certainly caught her off guard. “W-what do you mean?” she replied, not quite sure of the implications of his question.

“I mean you could come with me, and then you could go anywhere you wanted to. See anything you wanted to see. Do anything you wanted to do!”

“Wouldn't it be a bit weird, though? I mean, we just met, Doctor.”

“Yeah, we did,” he smirked, “but I’m not one for taking things slow.”

“Why’s that? Why rush through life?”

“I’m a time traveler, it sort of comes with the title.”

“Y-you can travel through time, too?”

“Yep.”

“Well… it does sound like it could be fun. I don’t really have anything I’m committed to here other than the Wonderbolts, either. But being captain of them can get so stressful. I was actually thinking of resigning after my vacation anyways.”

“Tell you what. Why don’t we go somewhere together first, and you can decide there? After we go to space, of course. It's been a while since I've had somebody with me, and it can get pretty lonely traveling for eons by yourself.”

“But why me?” she questioned, clearly confused as to why he would pick a mare like her. “I’m not super smart or anything, so why me?”

“Because,” he began replying, “it’s not always experience that makes one best for a job. It’s how willing, or eager, they are to do it.”

Spitfire thought on what the Doctor had just said, but as soon as she saw the inside of the TARDIS, her mind was made up. She wouldn’t tell him yet, though; better to make it suspenseful. After all, that was her style. Taking notice of the Doctor messing with his machinery, she abandoned her thoughts. Unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle before her, she didn’t hear his warning. She tumbled to the floor, and the entire TARDIS began shaking wildly.

But as quickly as it had started it stopped, and Spitfire stood back up, dusting herself off.

“A warning would’ve been nice, you know.”

“I did warn you! No, you know what, let’s just go look at space,” he said, realizing arguing would get them nowhere at the moment.

Walking over to the doors of the TARDIS, he motioned for Spitfire to come with him. As soon as they reached the doors, he nudged them open and Spitfire’s jaw dropped. She was looking at space. She was actually looking at space, from space. Nopony had ever even been to the highest point on the planet, and she had already trumped that one thousand fold.

“Marvelous, isn’t it?” the Doctor’s voice broke her free of her stupor, but she could still only manage a nod, her jaw still wide open at what was happening. “It really makes you realize just how small we actually are. Your planet is just one of billions.”

“What, uh, what are we looking at right now?”

“Oh, this? This is the Eagle Nebula,” he informed her, much to her confusion.

“But it doesn’t look anything like an eagle!”

“Sometimes, it takes a bit of creativity to see things the way you’re supposed to. To some, a book might just be words on paper. But for others, it’s an adventure that you could only wish to live out in real life.”

“I don’t get it. I mean, I do, but this is just a blob. It’s nothing like an eagle!”

“Had you looked at the finer details, you’d see that it’s not just an ordinary blob. It’s blue, it’s green, it’s a wild mishmash of colors! And the shape is clearly the head of an eagle, too.”

Taking a closer look, Spitfire could see that he was right. But that wasn’t what was on her mind right now.

“I’ll go with you,” she stated. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to see if we like traveling with each other. But remember, just one trip for now!"

The Doctor, who looked pleasantly surprised, smiled. “Well, that’s brilliant!” he exclaimed, closing the doors to the TARDIS, and walking back over to the controls. “Now, how would you fancy a trip to the lovely planet Koorharn for some ice skating?”

“Let’s do it!” Spitfire grinned.

At her exclamation, the Doctor smirked and smacked a button, sending them on their trip.

“ALLONS-Y!”
> Ice Skating on Koorharn
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The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor

Ice Skating On Koorharn

Edited by MissytheAngle & DustyPwny




“What’s happening?!” It felt as if the entire universe was shaking, yet the Doctor only laughed at Spitfire’s question.

“We’re landing,” he replied as the TARDIS smacked into something with a thud. “There we are. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He joked, earning a glare from Spitfire. “Right then, off we go.” Slamming open the doors, the Doctor peered outside and began taking in their surroundings. “Huh, this doesn’t seem right.”

“What’s wrong, Doctor? Aside from your piloting skills, that is.” Spitfire poked her head out, trying to see what the Doctor was.

“Well,” he explained, “We were supposed to have arrived on the planet Koorharn. But it seems like we’re still on your planet,” he surmised, stepping out of the TARDIS and into the sunlight. “What’s it called, by the way?”

“It doesn’t really have a name,” she replied, following him out. 

“Your planet doesn’t have a name? Well that’s odd.”

“We just call the land we live in Equestria,” she shrugged. “But where are we?”

With a better look at their surroundings, it finally hit her. “Wait a second… we were just here! B-but the road is gone, and--” She paused. There didn’t seem to be too many differences aside from that. “What the hay is going on?”

“Well, it’s about time we went and found out!” exclaimed the Doctor, running off in a random direction. Spitfire let out a sigh and hovered close behind. Shockingly though, it wasn’t too long before they came across a pony tilling some land. Slowing to a walk, the Doctor motioned for Spitfire to stay quiet while he talked.

“Excuse me, sir,” the Doctor grabbed the farm pony’s attention, “might I ask what year it is?”

The pony didn’t respond, simply gaping at the sight of the Doctor, who let out a frustrated sigh.

“Yes, I know. Bipedal, ape-like, I look odd. Can you please tell me the year? Oh, and the day, if it’s not too much of a bother.”

“June fifth, five hundred eleven, sir,” the pony drawled out.

Satisfied with the pony’s answer, the Doctor turned around, only to notice something was wrong. Spitfire looked... haunted. “Spitfire, what’s wrong?”

“June fifth, five hundred eleven,” she repeated.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, Spitfire?”

“Tomorrow is the worst day in the history of Equestria,” she responded vaguely.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“Discord comes to power...”













“Okay, so this ‘Discord’ fellow. You say he’s going to come to power tomorrow?” The Doctor asked for clarification, following Spitfire though a very primitive Ponyville. The town didn’t look too different from what she had remembered, but there were certainly fewer ponies. In fact, some buildings were still being built at the moment, most likely due to the increasing migration to Ponyville in the five hundreds. Spitfire chuckled inwardly at that. School had finally come in handy for once!

“That’s what they told us in school, at least. Supposedly, he rises up and overthrows the King and Queen.”

“And how long does he remain in power?” he questioned, to which Spitfire shrugged.

“Nopony knows. Supposedly, he destroyed every bit of evidence surrounding his first rule right before he was imprisoned in stone,” she explained as she weaved in between ponies, the Doctor following close behind. “The legend goes that he ruled for hundreds of years before Celestia and Luna put a stop to him.”

“Imprisoned in stone, eh? That sounds terrifying,” the Doctor said, inwardly feeling sorrow for any creature that had to go through such a fate, no matter how horrible.

For a few minutes, the two walked in silence, but the Doctor began noticing something.

“Spitfire, why are there no pegasi here?”

Looking around, Spitfire realized that he was right. There were no pegasi. Not even any unicorns. Just a bunch of earth ponies. “Huh, you’re right. And why haven’t any of them reacted to seeing you?”

“It’s beginning...” the Doctor mumbled, too quiet for Spitfire to comprehend.

“What, Doctor?”

Grabbing Spitfire and pulling her closer, the Doctor leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You said he makes ponies crazy? I think he’s here, and his influence is affecting them.”

“So what you’re saying is...”

“Something terrible is going down through the entire town,” he stated matter-of-factly. “We need to move, Spitfire. Do you know of any place we might be safe?”

“But I don’t--”

“Now!”

“Uh, the Ponyville Library? It’s been there for almost two thousand years,” she recalled, suddenly scared of this new, serious Doctor.

“Great, lead the way!” he exclaimed. Spitfire gave a mock salute and did just that. As she turned around and took to the air, the Doctor stayed close behind, weaving in and out of the many ponies in the streets. “You know, you’re lucky you can fly!”

At that, Spitfire merely turned around and smirked for a second before turning back.

… and slamming right into a tree. Stopping in his tracks, the Doctor chuckled. “Ooh… maybe not so lucky.”

After a few seconds, Spitfire began slowly sliding down the tree, and eventually came to a rest at the bottom. Rubbing her head, she looked up to see the Doctor looming over her, a hand extended towards her. Extending her hoof, she felt him take hold of it and pull her up.

“Thanks.”

“No trouble. Now, is this the library?” he asked, taking notice of a sign next to the door. It was written in a strange language, the likes of which he had never seen before. ‘That’s strange, the TARDIS wasn’t able to translate this…’ he mentally noted.

“Yeah, this is definitely it,” she confirmed, looking up at the familiar branches of the tree.

“Let’s go in, shall we?” asked the Doctor in rhetoric, going to open the door, only to find it locked.

“Guess it’s closed,” Spitfire said, stating the obvious.

“Yeah well, that’s never stopped me,” replied the Doctor, taking out a little silver object with a blue tip. Spitfire didn’t have much time to wonder what he was doing before he put it up to the door and it began glowing. She heard the familiar click of the door unlocking, and the Doctor pushed it open, stepping inside. Spitfire gaped for a second at the technology the Doctor possessed, but eventually walked in after him. “Good thing this lock was made of metal.”

“What's that thing called?” she whispered, hoping nopony was in the library at the moment.

“Sonic Screwdriver,” he stated simply.

“Well, what can it do?” she pushed on.

“Oh, lots of things,” he began, “but... it looks like we’re not alone,” he finished, pointing in front of him.

What Spitfire saw made her gasp. A white filly with a pink mane, and the sun for a cutie mark.

“Oh my gosh, it’s Celestia!”

The filly whirled around, now aware that she was being watched. “Who are you?”

“Well, there goes the element of surprise,” the Doctor said, causing Spitfire to blush embarrassedly. “I’m the Doctor, and this is Spitfire.”

“What are you doing in my home?” the filly questioned.

“Alright, I need you to listen very carefully,” the Doctor began, to which the filly nodded, “Someone is going to come tomorrow. Someone bad. He’s already beginning to affect everyone.”

“A-a bad guy?!” the filly yelped out. In a jiffy, the Doctor was kneeling next to her, holding her shoulders.

“Celestia, I need you to keep calm. Can you do that for me?”

Slowly nodding, she smiled. “Okay, mister.”

“Alright, good. Now, I need you to stay in this house. Do not, under any circumstances, leave. Do you understand?”

Nodding again, Celestia responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, stop it with the ‘sir’ and ‘mister’ nonsense. Just call me ‘Doctor’, alright?”

Celestia simply smiled, and the Doctor turned back to Spitfire.

“Now, how did you know her name, Spitfire? She’s obviously important, but why?”

“Doctor, she’s the princess of Equestria in my time,” she explained, the Doctor’s eyes widening as she did. That just didn’t sound right. Was she the one who would defeat him? Not only that, but the fact that she lived for so long after made even less sense.

“But that’s impossible! No equine has ever lived for more than sixty two years, and you’re telling me that she lives for one thousand five hundred?”

“Yes!” Spitfire exclaimed, unable to understand why the Doctor didn’t believe her.

“Ahem,” came the sound of Celestia clearing her throat, shutting the two up instantly. “I’m gonna be princess?”

Sighing and looking down at Spitfire, the Doctor scolded her. “Now look what you’ve done.”

“Me, you’re the one who yelled!” she retorted.

“BE QUIET!” screamed Celestia, causing the two to stop what they were doing and cover their ears. The first known use of the Royal Canterlot voice, and it was used on the Doctor of all people. After a few seconds, they regained their hearing, and Celestia began speaking again.

“I’m a princess?”

“Apparently so,” confirmed the Doctor, “but we can’t focus on that right now. Right now, we need to learn more about the monster that’s coming.”

“He’s more than a monster, Doctor,” said Spitfire, grabbing their attention. “He’s more powerful than you can even comprehend.”

“Well, his name is ‘Discord’, so one can assume he’s most likely a god, or near to being one. His powers reside in the unbelievable, the things that shouldn’t be able to happen. Which means that he’s capable of doing literally anything,” he guessed, causing Spitfire to gape in shock. “Oh, so I was right, then?”

“Spot on, actually,” she mumbled out, still in shock at the Doctor’s seemingly endless amount of good traits. Not only was he a time traveler who helped save what he had called ‘people’, but he was a genius to boot.

“Alright, now,” the Doctor turned back to Celestia. “Where are your parents?”

Upon hearing his question, Celestia teared up a bit, and the Doctor already knew what was wrong. Kneeling down, he hugged her close, rubbing her back for comfort.

“There, there. It’s okay. But I need you to stay focused, alright, Celestia?”

Celestia gave a little nod, and the Doctor pulled away from her, standing back up as she wiped away her tears. “Yes, Doctor.”

“Alright, so! Do you know of anything we can use to stop him, Spitfire?” he asked, turning to face the golden mare.

Spitfire’s response was swift and absolute. “The Elements of Harmony.”

“The what now?” The Doctor bore a baffled expression.

Spitfire groaned, unprepared for having to explain what the elements were, and how they worked. “Uh, well, they’re supposed to be like, the six elements of friendship.”

To put it simply, this was one of the few times that the Doctor actually couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Care to elaborate? What are these ‘elements’?”

“Oh! Well, the elements are kindness, laughter, generosity, honesty, loyalty, and magic.”

“Magic,” he stated bluntly. “Magic is an element of friendship?”

“Magic is supposed to be friendship, or something like that. I honestly don’t get it.”

“Wait, wait, so let me try and understand this,” he said, gesturing his hands forwards to stop her from talking. “You’re saying that we need to gather these ‘Elements of Harmony’, and use them to stop Discord?”

“Actually,” she began responding, “we won’t be the ones using them.”

“Then who?”

Slowly, Spitfire rose a hoof up and pointed next to the Doctor, right at Celestia. “She will. Well, she and her sister.”

“M-my sister?”

“Yes, but we don’t have time to talk to her as well. You tell her that we’ll be back, alright?” 

Celestia nodded her head vigorously, and the Doctor turned around and began walking with a newfound determination, right out the door which they had neglected to close upon entering. Seeing the Doctor so confident was good news to Spitfire, considering what they were going up against, and she quickly followed behind him, shutting the door in her wake.

“Doctor, where are we going?”

“To find the Elements of Harmony, and stop Discord, of course.”

“But we don’t even know where to look!” she argued.

“That may be the case for me, but you know exactly where they are. Now think, where were they originally found?”

“Um… I think it was in… the Everfree Forest!” she yelled triumphantly, realizing school had paid off twice in one day.

“Okay, but where is this forest?” he asked, needing clarification before they went on their journey.

“Just South of here, let’s go!” she yelled, taking to the air, the Doctor following close behind.





“So, what kind of creatures inhabit this forest?” the Doctor asked as they reached the edge of the treeline. It was best to know exactly what to expect instead of rushing in headlong with no idea.

“Well, before Discord got to it, it was just a normal forest. There were no monsters or anything, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she explained, making the Doctor chuckle.

“And I thought this would be a challenge. Let’s go, Spitfire,” he called back to her, already having started walking into the forest. Doing as he said, she took to the air and caught up with him. Deciding that she was tired of flying, she dropped to the ground and trotted by his side.

“So, Doctor, why’d you come to Equestria in the first place?”

“Well, I was meaning to go to Koorharn, the place I said I would take you, but something happened with the TARDIS,” he explained, only serving to raise even more questions.

“What was wrong with it?” Spitfire asked, genuinely interested in the Doctor’s funny blue phone box.

“I’m not sure, actually. She’s been acting up lately, taking me to places I’m not trying to go to.”

“Well,” Spitfire began with a smile, “I’m happy it took you to Equestria. I mean, what other pony can say they’ve gone back in time and stopped Discord?”

“Well, don’t be so sure of that just yet, Spitfire. We still need to find the Elements of Harmony.” With that, the two stayed silent for a few minutes until they came to a fork in the path. “Alright, Spitfire, you know the forest, so which path do we take?” the Doctor questioned her, needing her knowledge of the Everfree once again.

Spitfire, though, had absolutely no idea which path to take. She didn’t want to disappoint him, though, let alone come off as too cowardly to go in a stupid forest. “Um, right? I think?”

“Not much else to go on, so that’ll have to do.”

So they went right, continuing on their journey. It didn’t take long for Spitfire to speak up again, a few concerns crossing her mind. “So, Doctor, once we get the elements, don’t you think Discord will be on to us?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably scared to death of them.”

“What do you mean?” she questioned. “They haven’t even been discovered yet, so how would he know about them?”

“Well, he’s a creature of pure chaos, which would mean that he doesn’t have to follow the same rules as everyone else. He probably already knows about Celestia and her sister, as well.”

“But that’s--”

“Unfair?” he supplied, earning a nod from Spitfire. “I agree, but hey, we already know who loses in the end,” he cracked a goofy smile.

“That’s true, but it’s still unfair,” she replied with a harumph.

“You know what’s unfair? You being born a ginger while I’m stuck with this brown hair,” he stated.

“Being ginger isn’t that awesome,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Oh, yes it is.”

“Yeah...” She replied with a cocky grin.

At that, the two laughed. Laughter that died off as they came upon their first obstacle. A bridge that, while it looked stable, could likely collapse if too much weight was placed on it. He'd seen enough rope bridges to know that.

“Alright, we’ll have to cross it carefully if we want to--” he began, turning to look at his companion. But when he looked, she was already gone, having flown across the canyon, much to his chagrin. “Talk about unfair...”

Slowly, the Doctor turned back to the bridge and lowered a foot down onto the first plank. Instantly, the plank fell into the water below, causing him to jump back. After a few seconds, he went to try again, but felt himself being lifted into the air. Looking up, he saw that Spitfire had grabbed him, and was flying him across the canyon. Realization hit him like a brick. He was over a hundred and fifty pounds, and this pegasus was carrying him like it was nothing. Just how strong was she? But before he delved too deep into his thoughts, he felt his feet touch down and Spitfire released him.

“Yes, well. Thank you.”

“No problem. Now come on, I can see something up ahead!” she yelled back, having already left him in the dust before he even realized it. Again.

Letting out a sigh, he began walking forwards. “I can already tell adventuring with her is going to be quite the experience,” he said, a chuckle escaping at the end.

After trekking forward for a few more minutes, he came upon a large stone structure. It looked to be only a few years old, and and it had a large stained glass dome on the top.

‘No doubt the Elements are in there,’ he thought to himself. That was when he noticed Spitfire was already standing at the door, watching him look over the structure.

“You gonna ogle that thing all day, or are you gonna come inside?”

The Doctor elected the second choice and quickly made his way inside the structure, Spitfire getting behind him as soon as he passed her. “Alright, Spitfire, I need to be very clear. Don’t. Touch. Anything. There could be traps for all we know.”

“Why would there be traps?” she asked.

“Always expect the worst in places like this,” he replied, waving his sonic screwdriver around at the walls.

The Doctor led them through every room of the structure, the buzzing of the screwdriver echoing throughout. It seemed as if each room was just one large circle, and they were all interconnected by one enormous one in the middle. So, obviously, the goal was to get there. But the question was, how?

“Doctor, I think I found something,” Spitfire called out. He walked up to her and looked at what she was pointing at.

“A bunch of levers,” he said simply, turning to look at a large door on the adjacent side of the room. “And they most likely control that door.”

“It looks like a puzzle, Doctor. We'll need to solve it before we can get the elements.”

“I don't need to solve a puzzle,” he replied, taking out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it at the large door, “I'm the Doctor.”

With that, the sonic screwdriver glowed blue and the door lowered, allowing the two to pass by. They did just that, and as soon as Spitfire crossed the threshold, the door shut behind her.

“So what now, Doctor?”

“Now,” he looked around a bit as he spoke, “we’re in the room that the Elements are most likely kept hidden in.”

The two wasted no time examining the room they were now confined to. It was a large circle, with just a few statues and a bookshelf on each side. Nothing too impressive, but hey, chambers made exclusively for keeping immensely powerful artifacts hidden away didn’t need to be pretty. They just needed to be big enough to hold the artifacts.

After examining the room, the Doctor looked up and pointed at the stained glass ceiling, causing Spitfire to look up as well. “Those stone spheres painted onto the glass, are those the Elements?” he questioned, looking down to Spitfire for the answer.

“Yeah, that’s definitely them,” she responded with a nod.

“Great, then it’s time we started looking around,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, but where do we start looking?” she wondered. The room they were in was small, and it was unlikely the Elements were there if they weren’t already in plain sight.

“See these pedestals?” he asked, motioning to the six scattered around the room. She nodded, surprised she hadn’t noticed them upon entering, “I think we need to lower them.”

“But there’s no levers or anything. How do we do it?”

“I’m not quite sure. Then again, I never do quite know what I’m getting myself into. Let’s just scour every inch of the room.”

Spitfire had no reason to argue, and the two began searching. Spitfire took to one side and began searching everything in sight. The bookshelves, the statues, even under the rug in front of the bookshelf, but she couldn’t find anything.

The Doctor wasn’t having much luck, either. No matter where he looked, nothing was to be found except dust. But just as he was about to stop searching and go check on Spitfire, he took notice of a strange looking book in the bookshelf on his side. It was brown, but with a golden trim on the spine, and was larger than any of the other books. Taking it out of the bookshelf to examine it, he took a moment to stare at the golden horse head on the front.

“I think I found something,” he called to Spitfire as he opened the book to the first page. But instead of seeing words, as expected in a book, each page was inhabited by nothing more than pictures.

He felt a gust of air as Spitfire landed next to him. “What’s up, Doctor?”

“Well, I think I found a book that shouldn’t exist yet,” he explained, not taking his eyes off of the book. As he continued leafing through the pages, he made a variety of faces that Spitfire had to stifle her laughter at. “Very curious.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, it tells the tale of how Celestia banished her sister to the moon. At least, I think it does.”

“What? Let me see that!” she yelled out, yanking the book from the Doctor’s grasp and looking at it. To her shock, she saw that he was correct. The images in the book were the same as the ones on the stained glass in Canterlot Castle’s throne room.

“I think we’ve stumbled upon an ancient prophecy, Spitfire.”

Spitfire nodded dumbly, unable to tear her gaze away from the book. So she missed seeing the Doctor take out his sonic screwdriver and open the door that they had used to enter the room. However, the noise of it opening broke her out of her stupor, and she began questioning the Doctor. “What are you doing, Doctor? We can’t just leave.”

Unbeknownst to her, the Doctor had no intention of leaving, and simply walked over to the levers from before. He pushed them all down one by one, and the room Spitfire was in began to shake.

“That’s it!” he yelled out in glee. “The levers were for the pedestals!”

“That’s great, now get in here!” Spitfire yelled at him, having taken to the air to avoid falling over due to the room’s shaking.

“I think I’ll wait for them to lower, actually!” he yelled back.

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘this is it.’

After a few more seconds, the room ceased its shaking, and he crossed the threshold, stepping back into it. Looking up, he noticed Spitfire, and she looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Nice of you to finally join the fun, Doctor,” she said with a scowl.

“Had fun, did you?” he asked in rhetoric. At that, Spitfire flew down, and punched him playfully on the shoulder.

“That’s for leaving me in the room of death.”

“Well, it all worked out in the end. We’re about to have the Elements, after all!” he exclaimed, giddy at the thought. As the pedestals continued lowering, the Doctor looked down at Spitfire, smiling the whole time. “I told you we'd find them!”

“I never doubted you, Doctor. In fact, this was pretty fun. You know, for a possibly life threatening adventure.”

The Doctor chortled at that. He hadn't expected it, but Spitfire had proved a great companion to this point. After a few seconds, he looked back to the pedestals to see that they had finished lowering. Inspecting them closely, he noticed one sphere shaped stone adorned the top of each.

Taking a chance, he reached out to grab one. But as soon as his hand touched it, it disappeared in a flash of light, with the other five following suit.

Unsure what was happening, he turned around to Spitfire for answers. But it wasn't Spitfire he was looking at. He was looking into the last set of eyes he wanted to at the moment. Still, he grinned, confident that everything would turn out fine.

“Pleasure to meet you, Discord.”

To be continued...
> The Final Hour
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The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor

The Final Hour

Edited by MissytheAngle




“Pleased to meet you, Discord.”

“The Doctor, I presume?”

The Doctor wasn’t overly surprised that Discord knew his name, given the nature of the creature. He had more important matters to attend to at the moment. “Bring her back, Discord. I’m warning you.”

“Or you’ll do what, exactly? I have the Elements of Harmony now, so the best you can do is stand there and pout.”

“Trust me when I say I’m the last person you want to deal with,” he glared at Discord to get his message across. For a fraction of a second, he could see a hint of fear on Discord, but it was replaced by a grin. “Tell me what you did to her.”

“I put that mare in her place,” Discord laughed, “and I think she’d like it if you joined her.”

With that, Discord snapped his talons and the Doctor was engulfed in a white flash, forced to close his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened them to find himself in a cell. Aside from a tiny barred window on the door, there was no source of light. Looking through said window, he saw a guard standing next to the door, keeping watch.

“Doctor?” came a familiar voice from behind him. Turning around, he took notice of his newest friend. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know, Spitfire,” he turned back around, using his sonic screwdriver to unlock the door. “Discord just said he was taking me to you.”

“Well, you know what we’re gonna do, Doctor?” Spitfire asked, walking up to the Doctor.

“What’s that?”

Grinning, Spitfire turned around and reared her hind legs. Taking notice, the Doctor moved out of the way and watched as she bucked the door with all her might and it flew open, smacking the guard who had been standing next to it and knocking him out.

‘Odd,’ the Doctor noted inwardly. ‘She had enough force behind that kick to break open the door even when it was locked. After all, it was just a simple wooden door. So why wait until now?’

Grin still plastered on her face, Spitfire walked out of the cell, the Doctor following close behind.

“We’re gonna kick Discord right in his sorry flank.”













“And how, exactly, are we going to do that, Spitfire?” questioned the Doctor as they walked down the hallways. “In case you haven’t noticed, he got rid of us with a snap of his fingers.”

“Then we find the Elements of Harmony,” she replied quickly, as if that was going to be a simple task.

“He teleported them away, Spitfire. I have no idea where they are.”

“Well, do you have any ideas as to where he might have put them?”

By the time Spitfire had asked her question, the Doctor was already deep in thought. Where would someone like Discord hide the one thing that could destroy him? Considering he was a creature of chaos, it wouldn’t be in a likely spot with booby traps and such. In fact, it was most likely in a very obvious spot.

“Uh... Doctor?”

Probably somewhere like a museum, or a library, or even a laboratory. Some place where something that Discord would find boring would be found at.

“Doctor.”

Maybe it was--

“DOCTOR!”

Spitfire’s voice finally managed to break the Doctor from his thoughts, and he turned back to Spitfire. But she wasn’t alone. A strange pony, concealed in the shadows, was holding her up on her hind legs with a knife to her neck. After a few seconds of silence between the three, the mysterious pony finally spoke up.

“Ah, so you must be the ‘doctor’ that m’lord told me about...”

“How did you figure that out?” he asked in rhetoric. “Her yelling it? Out loud?”

“You’ve got a smart mouth, you do.”

“I think ‘clever’ is a better word,” the Doctor smirked. “Now how about we talk about this like civilized individuals?”

“Civilized?” the mystery pony repeated. “Civilized is DEAD! Say hello to the new world, Doctor! A world of unimaginable horrors! A world where our lord and master Discord is supreme overlord!”

“Well, that’s too bad,” replied the Doctor, eyeing a chandelier placed conveniently over the pony’s head, “because you’ve left me no choice.”

“‘Left him no choice’, he says! Oh, this one’s got a sense of humor, he does!”

“Okay, who are you even talking to when you do that?” Spitfire groaned, still in his grasp.

“S-shut up!” was the only retort he had, and it was a flimsy one at best, causing Spitfire to laugh.

“Alright, so now that we have the chit chat out of the way, let’s get down to business,” the Doctor teased. Taking out his sonic screwdriver, he aimed it at the chandelier above the pony and activated it. The chain holding up the chandelier broke, and Spitfire kicked herself free of the pony’s grasp as it landed on him.

The Doctor cautiously walked over to Spitfire and helped her up, keeping an eye on the unknown assailant the whole time. Now that he could see him, the pony clearly looked insane. His dark blue coat was covered in dirt and strange tattoos. Symbols he’d never even seen or heard of before His mouth frozen in an incredibly creepy looking smile. His light blue mane had what looked like an orange streak of paint going through it, and the same was true of his tail. He would need to memorize this pony in case they came across him again.

“Are you okay, Spitfire?”

“Yeah, but that knife chafed my skin, YOU BUCKER!” she screamed, kicking the stallion’s unconscious form, making him giggle in his sleep.

“Wow, he really is insane,” the Doctor said. ‘But something isn’t right here,’ he thought to himself. 

“Who cares, let’s go, Doctor,” pleaded Spitfire, already walking off down an adjacent hallway. The Doctor took one last look at her attacker before putting his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket and following after her.

It took a few minutes for him to catch up, and along the way he noticed a few odd things about the prison they were in. First of all, there were no occupants except for him and Spitfire. Second, it was unnaturally chilly, as if Discord had turned down the temperature just to spite him. But his thoughts ceased as he caught up to Spitfire without noticing and bumped into her.

“Watch it, you doof,” she joked.

“Alright, Spitfire, let’s stay focused,” he chuckled. “Now, before that pony assaulted you, I was doing some thinking.”

“About what?”

“Where Discord may be hiding the elements, and I have a few ideas.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Spit it out!” Spitfire exclaimed.

“Alright, so with Discord’s nature in mind, he most likely hid the elements in a spot you wouldn’t think to look. Somewhere incredibly obvious.”

“You mean like in these dungeons?” she asked, causing the Doctor to smile widely.

“Exactly!” he exclaimed, starting up on one of his famous rants shortly after. “Imagine it. We try to escape the dungeons as fast as we can, but by doing so, we miss the elements and Discord wins. The future is altered drastically, and instead of Celestia ruling you, you have Discord.”

“Well, I am a mare of many talents,” she replied, her already enormous pride hitting a new peak upon hearing the Doctor compliment her.

“Alright, don’t let that go to your head,” he warned her. “For all we know, Discord could prey on that pride.”

“Right, sorry. Now let’s go get those elements!”

“Well, allons-y!” shouted the Doctor, continuing along their chosen path and taking a right before continuing down the long hallway. That is, until they came across a familiar pony standing in their path.

“You again?” Spitfire looked very much miffed at the return of her assailant, who bore a creepy smile.

“Yeah, me. Now are you two gonna come quietly, or am I gonna have to rough ya up a bit?”

“Oh, please, the Doctor isn’t scared of a buffoon like you!”

“Buffoon, eh? At least I’m not some hairless monkey!”

“Hey!” exclaimed the Doctor, taking offense, “I am not a ‘hairless monkey’!”

“Whatever! You two are comin’ with me!” yelled the pony, taking off and galloping towards the Doctor. But it was too easy, and the much taller Doctor simply ran straight at his enemy, Spitfire flying by his side, and jumped over him. As he skidded to a halt, he grabbed Spitfire around the waist and ran off to an adjacent hallway. As soon as a cell was in sight, the Doctor ran inside and slammed the door shut, much to Spitfire’s resentment.

“What was that?! We could have taken him!”

“I prefer not to fight if I don’t absolutely have to, Spitfire, now please stay quiet.”

Spitfire obeyed the Doctor’s command, albeit reluctantly, remaining absolutely still and not making a sound. The Doctor, meanwhile, was looking through the little window on the door, keeping an eye out for the crazy pony who was out for them. Once a few moments had passed and he was certain the pony was gone, he reopened the cell door before walking into the hallway, Spitfire still following close behind.

“This way, Spitfire,” the Doctor called back to her, pointing to the right.

Giving a nod, Spitfire made haste, sticking close to the Doctor as he led them through the winding halls of the prison they found themselves in. Eventually, though, they came to what looked like a door leading out of said prison. There was sunlight leaking through, which baffled the normally confident Doctor.

“Well, that’s strange...”

“What is?”

“Well, we just walked through every hallway in this place, but there was no sign of the elements,” he elaborated, looking around the walls of the prison, as if trying to spot something.

“Maybe they weren’t here after all?” she said, trying to alleviate his worrying.

“No, they’re here, Spitfire. I’m sure of it.”

“But we looked in every hallway. They’re not here, Doctor.”

“But they have to be!” he exclaimed. “Unless...”

“Unless what, Doctor?” Spitfire questioned, unsure of what the Doctor was planning.

“Unless this prison isn’t real,” he stated. “Which means you’re not real either...”

As he came to his conclusion, Spitfire gave a shocked look. “Are you kidding, Doctor? That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

“No, it’s not stupid. Not when we’re playing by Discord’s rules,” he explained. “I had a feeling earlier, when we were in that cell, but I thought maybe this world played by different rules.”

“Rules? What are you talking about? There’s no rules, Doctor, this is Discord we’re talking about!”

“Even Discord has his rules.” As the Doctor put an exclamation point on his theory, the prison the Doctor found himself in faded away, leaving him staring into the eyes of one very familiar draconequus.

“Oh, pony feathers! I should have known that trick wouldn’t work on someone like you!”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Discord. It would have, but one big thing gave you away,” the Doctor said, pulling his sonic screwdriver out and examining it.

“Oh?”

“The doors in that prison were made of wood, and sonic technology doesn’t work on wood. I thought perhaps you’d changed the way it worked, but when it also worked on the chandelier, that theory proved wrong.”

“Well, I guess fair’s fair.” Discord snapped his talons, and he disappeared in a flash of white, leaving the Doctor to himself. With Discord out of his face, the Doctor was finally able to see where he was currently located.

“The TARDIS!” he exclaimed, ecstatic at being back in his proverbial home. He began examining it and couldn’t help but smile widely at the beauty of it all. The control panel appeared the same, and the many coral-like support beams still remained. But the main room itself had changed vastly. Many staircases now adorned it, branching off into different rooms. It was as if the TARDIS was a full fledged house now.

“Oh, you are just gorgeous! But this does raise the question of just why you changed...”

I wonder if Discord did all this, he thought to himself, intrigued at the prospect.

“Well, I can worry about that later. For now, I have some elements to find.”





“Do you think she’s okay, ‘Tia?”

“Yes, little sister. With us caring for her, I have no doubt in my mind that she will be just fine.”

“Do you know what it is that is ailing her?”

“I know not the cause of her ailment, but I do know that it matters not. She will be just fine.”

“And Discord?”

“Will be dealt with. But for the moment, we have other matters to attend to,” Celestia sighed.

“But what if he plunges Equestria into chaos for thousands of years? Is it possible?”

“No, little sister. He will be dealt with by our new friend.”

“And what of our new friend? What of the Doctor?”

“Fine, I’m sure. No doubt he’s looking for his friend at this exact moment.”

After a few moments of silence, the younger alicorn finally decided to voice a question that had been bugging her all day. “... Why, ‘Tia?”

“Why did I appear as a little filly to him and his friend?”

“Yes.”

“Because, little sister, I needed to be sure the legends were true.”

“Legends?”

“Just bedtime tales told to foals by their parents,” Celestia began. “Legends of a creature that saved all of Equestria before it was even referred to as such.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you had to appear as a filly, ‘Tia.”

“If he knew I was already an adult, do you think he would have been as willing to help us?”

“I suppose not. So you believe the Doctor is the creature from these tales?”

“Yes. The legends told of a ‘man’ saving an ancient civilization, our predecessors, with nothing but his wits and a big blue box.”

“But we have seen no sign of a blue box. How can we be sure?”

As if on cue, a low whirring noise made itself present, and the TARDIS began fading in and out before finally coming to a full stop. After a few seconds, the doors opened, and the Doctor stumbled out.

“Greetings, Doctor.”

“Ah. Hello, Celestia. You’ve grown. Say, you haven’t happened to see Spitfire around, have you?” he asked his question with fervor, eager to find her and get things wrapped up as quickly as possible.

“Yes, but she is resting at the moment.”

“Ah, well then, I suppose I can wait a few hours for her to wake up.”

“She’s in a coma,” Luna added.

“Of course she is.”

“We’re trying to help her, if that means anything,” Celestia offered, hoping the Doctor wasn’t too upset.

“It’s fine, Celestia, I’m used to things going wrong sometimes. Well, a lot. Well, all the time. But I just wanted to let you know I found the elements.”

“Where were they?” she asked, curious as to how the Doctor had found them so quickly.

“Right where they always were,” he replied with a grin. “I just went back in time to before Discord took them away and took them for myself.”

“But how can you both have the Elements?” Luna wondered aloud. “Time doesn’t even work like that!”

“It works a lot differently than one may assume, trust me.”

“And where are they now?” Celestia butted in, trying to hurry things along.

“In the TARDIS,” he gestured back towards the blue box.

“May we retrieve them?” the blue alicorn asked.

“In a mo’, Luna,” he stated, raising a finger to quiet her. “First, why aren’t you a child anymore, Celestia?” he asked, turning his head towards the sun princess. “Decide that being an adult is more fun, did you?”

“How did you know my little sister’s name?” she shot back, and the Doctor smirked.

“Touche. Alright, I’ll go get the elements. You can come in the TARDIS with me if you’d like.” With that, he turned around and walked into the TARDIS, the two alicorns following close behind. As soon as they walked in, their mouths fell agape. But the Doctor didn’t have time for this, and summed it up quickly. “Yes, yes, bigger on the inside and all that.”

“N-no,” Luna stammered, “it’s just so... pretty.”

“Oh. Well, she did have some renovations done recently. Very recently.”

“Focus, little sister,” Celestia gently reminded her sister. “We need to get the elements if we are to defeat Discord.”

“So, a question,” stated the Doctor as he started up the TARDIS engines, sending the three off on their journey to find Discord. Unlike Spitfire, Celestia and Luna seemed prepared and braced themselves. “Spitfire said you two weren’t princesses until after you defeated Discord?”

“Merely legends, Doctor,” Celestia stated, further confusing the Doctor.

“But why? If you two are still alive so far into the future, why not just tell the truth?”

“Because sometimes, Doctor, the truth is best left untold.”

The answer seemed to satiate the Doctor, but suddenly, a thought popped into his head. “Or… maybe Discord took away everyone’s memories of you.”

Celestia let out a groan, but couldn’t help but let out a chuckle right afterwards. “See, little sister, I told you he’s good.”

“So that is the case. Which, by extension, means that Discord never really ruled for hundreds of years. He just made the ponies think he did. Well I’ll give him one thing, he’s very clever.”

“Very good, indeed,” agreed Luna.

“Alright then! I’ll be right back, you two. Just gonna go grab the elements before we land.” As the Doctor ventured off into one of the TARDIS’s many new hallways, leaving the two sisters alone, they pick up where their prior conversation had ended.

“Do you think he would want everyone to know, ‘Tia?”

“Know what?”

“That without him, we would not have defeated Discord.”

“He doesn’t really seem like the type to want such recognition.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Luna.”

“Yes?”

“You do realize you’ve rid yourself of the Royal Canterlot dialect, right?”

“I’ve been working at it for a while now,” she replied, blushing. “It certainly makes dealing with nobles easier.”

“I don’t know. I thought it suited you very well,” Celestia said, a smile gracing her features.

Before Luna could respond, the Doctor walked back up to them, dropping six stone spheres on the floor in front of them. “Alright, here they are,” he said, observing the two pick up the spheres with what he assumed was magic. “Oh, and we’re about to land, so hang on!”





“M’lord, we’ve received word of a strange object flying towards the castle.”

“What is it?”

“Our scouts are saying that it’s a blue box!”

“And where was it last seen?”

“It was seen flying over the castle gard--”

Interrupting the servant, the TARDIS made its presence known by crashing through one of the throne room’s many stained glass windows and crashing right into the throne. Discord disappeared in a flash, not wanting to be crushed. The doors to the TARDIS slammed open and the Doctor walked out, making his presence known.

“Ah, look at that, the Doctor is in!” Discord gleefully mocked his enemy as he reappeared. “And how do you expect to beat me without the elements, hm?”

Smirking, the Doctor made a motion with his head as if to say “look behind me”, which Discord did. What he saw wiped the smug grin right off of his face. Celestia and Luna, with the elements in their grasp.

“Well then, I see you do have the elements,” the shocked draconequus said.

“Yes, demon,” began Luna, “and now we’re going to kill you.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, Luna! Kill him?” the Doctor questioned incredulously. “You can’t just kill him!”

“Have you seen what he’s done to the world, Doctor? Houses fall over as if they were made of cardboard, the grass is plaid, and the skies rain chocolate!”

“Yes, but he doesn’t deserve to die for that,” he reasoned. “He deserves to be punished.”

“And why is that, Doctor?”

“Because until he kills someone, he doesn’t deserve to be killed. You’re better than that!” he yelled right at Luna’s face.

“But--”

“He is right, little sister...” Celestia said, attempting to calm her sister. “If we were to kill him now, we would regret it for the rest of our lives.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Discord finally spoke up, to which everyone responded with a unanimous “NO!”

“Look,” the Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose, “just blast him and let’s be on our way.”

“Right,” the royal sisters agreed in unison. With that, the elements began to give off a glow, and the sisters slowly rose into the air, their eyes glowing white.

“Well, if I’m going to go out, I may as well look presentable,” Discord quipped, taking a pose that looked as if he was mid-dance. As he did so, the elements shot off what looked like a rainbow. As the rainbow struck Discord, the Doctor finally realized why these objects were considered so powerful.

Slowly, Discord’s body began turning to stone. Starting with the feet, and rising upwards before finally reaching his head. Once the transformation was complete, the statue fell over onto the ground with a resounding thud, and the Doctor winced. While Discord looked jubilant in his current pose, he was going to be stuck like that for a long time.

“Didn’t that seem a bit too easy, Doctor?”

“Well,” he began answering Celestia, “sometimes that’s just the way it goes.”

“Besides, ‘Tia, would you rather have dragged this out?”

“I suppose you’re right, Luna. What do you suppose we should do with him?”

“Put him in the gardens we passed over on the way here,” the Doctor suggested. “That way he’ll get to witness you two rule every day. It will serve as a reminder of his defeat today. A reminder to everyone else who would dare to rise up against you two. A reminder that this world is defended!”

The royal sisters smiled at the Doctor’s speech, and watched as he turned to get back in his TARDIS.

“Wait!” Celestia called out, hoping to ask one more question before he left.

“Yes, Celestia?”

“Where will you go now? Will we ever see you again?”

“I’m not sure where I’m going, but you two can bet on seeing me again,” he confirmed with a smile. “But you just reminded me, I need to do something with you two.”





“And where have you been?” Spitfire poked the Doctor in the chest with her hoof.

“Oh, just helping the royal sisters defeat Discord.”

“You mean...?”

“Yep, Discord is defeated, all is as it should be, you get the picture. We did it.”

“Well, you did it,” she said disappointedly, head hanging towards the floor.

“Oh, but I couldn’t have done it without you, Spitfire,” the Doctor attempted to raise her spirits, and it seemed to work as she smiled. “Now, come on, let’s get back in the TARDIS.”

Spitfire had no complaints about that and followed him back inside. But something was… different. “The TARDIS, it’s... beautiful, Doctor.”

“That she is, Spitfire. Now tell me. How did you wake up from your coma?”

“Well, I think it was a spell by Discord or something like that. So when they turned him to stone, I woke back up because the spell had broken.”

“Makes sense. Now, Spitfire, where do you want to go?”

“I thought it was just one trip, Doctor?” Spitfire joked. Of course she was going to keep travelling with him, if it meant being able to go on more adventures. “Buuuut, I guess that trip to Koorharn doesn’t sound so bad right about now.”

“Right then,” the Doctor said as he began messing with the control deck, “Allons-y!”





“How did you learn to skate so well, Doctor?”

“Well, nine hundred years gives you the chance to learn a lot of new things. But what about you? You’re a stunt flyer, right? Why are you so bad at this?”

“Oh, shut up!” exclaimed Spitfire as she yet again face planted into the ice.

“Come on, it’s easy!” the Doctor yelled back as he completed yet another complicated maneuver, stunning Spitfire.

“But HOW?!”

“Practice makes perfect, Spitfire!”

The Doctor soon did yet another trick, prompting Spitfire’s jaw to hit the ground. Literally.

“B-but that was a backflip!” she yelled in shock before letting out a huff and making her way back to the TARDIS, falling down every so often on the slippery ice.





Back in the TARDIS, Spitfire let out another huff. “How come you get to be good at everything?”

“It’s not about being the best, Spitfire. It’s about doing your best.”

As a smile graced her features, she let out another playful little huff. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Well, not always. I’m rubbish at weddings, trust me,” he quipped. “Especially my own.”

“Doctor, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Well, have you ever--”

A crash interrupted Spitfire mid-sentence, and the two immediately ran to the doors of the TARDIS, opening them up and walking outside. Spitfire closed the doors behind them, but that turned out to be a mistake. The Doctor’s eyes went wide, prompting Spitfire to look at the same thing he was.

“What’s wrong. Did we crash into that statue?”

“Spitfire, whatever you do, don’t look away, and don’t blink.”

> Bonus Chapter ‘B’
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The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor

Bonus Chapter ‘B’

Edited by MissytheAngle




“Put him in the gardens we passed over on the way here,” the Doctor suggested. “That way he’ll get to witness you two rule every day. It will serve as a reminder of his defeat today. A reminder to everyone else who would dare to rise up against you two. A reminder that this world is defended!”

The royal sisters smiled at the Doctor’s speech, and watched as he turned to get back in his TARDIS.

“Wait!” Celestia called out, hoping to ask one more question before he left.

“Yes, Celestia?”

“Where will you go now? Will we ever see you again?”

“I’m not sure where I’m going, but you two can bet on seeing me again,” he confirmed with a smile. “But you just reminded me, I need to do something with you two.”





The royal sisters glanced at each other. They weren’t quite sure what the Doctor meant by that. Celestia, wanting to know just was going to happen, spoke up first. “And what, Doctor, is that?”

“I’m going to wipe your minds.”

“You shall do no such thing!” shouted Luna, and the Doctor frowned.

“You say that like I want to,” the Doctor sounded morose, and Luna relented. “If I had a choice, I’d let you keep your memories of me. But for the good of your country, I need to do this.”

“And why, Doctor, is that?” Celestia wondered aloud.

“Because, Celestia, say word of me got out. What happens then? What happens when the ponies learn that their princesses needed the help of an alien to defeat Discord?”

“They may begin to worship him, ‘Tia,” Luna answered for her.

Letting out a sigh, Celestia smiled at the floor. “Very well, Doctor, but grant me one last favor.”

“Anything, Celestia.”





Luna was the first to wake, and the first thing she noticed was what looked like a blue box flying into the distance. Slowly, she rose up and made her way to her sister, prodding at the larger alicorn with her hoof.

“‘Tia, what is that?”

The prodding and questioning seemed to have an effect, and Celestia’ eyes shot open. She only got a glimpse of the box before it disappeared, but she could worry about it later. For now, they had other matters to attend to. “I’m not sure,” she replied, head pounding. “We need to move Discord to the… gardens?”

That was strange. She wasn’t thinking gardens, but it was as if her mouth had forced her to say it. Luna shared her sentiments, unsure of why the garden would make a good place. “The gardens? Would he not scare off the many ponies who visit?”

Celestia thought on that for a moment. Her answer to that query was in the back of her mind, and she knew it. She was just… having trouble accessing it for some reason. She glanced over to Discord, hoping that perhaps the sight of him would jog her memory. It was still hard to believe. Turned to stone in a matter of seconds, and he hadn’t even tried to get away. Of course, it was likely that he knew he couldn’t run from the Elements forever.

That’s when it hit her, and she looked back to her sister. “Quite the contrary, Luna. His existence in the castle gardens will serve as a reminder of his defeat for centuries to come. If he truly is the spirit of chaos, then he can likely see or hear everything we’re doing.” Celestia looked back towards Discord as she spoke, with a glare that could pierce even the stone he was imprisoned in. “Do you hear me, Discord? You lost.”







Five Hundred Years Later… 

“I’m sorry, I’m trying my best to understand. You want a statue of what, Princess?”

“A box. It would look exactly as I’ve drawn it on the paper, Mr. Slab.”

“Please, just ‘Marble’ is fine,” the sculptor smiled.

“Of course.”

“But, what’s a... ‘police box’?” He questioned, looking at the paper Celestia spoke of. “I’ve never heard of such a box.”

“Well, that’s not what he called it. He called it the ‘TARDIS’.”

“He?”

“The Doctor.”

For a few moments, Marble Slab stared at Celestia blankly. “You may have finally lost it, Princess, but okay. I’ll get started on a sculpture of this... ‘TARDIS’.”

“Very good. I trust that this project is in good hooves?”

“The best, Princess.”

Celestia smiled at Marble one last time before exiting his office. Satisfied that her sculpture would be created, she resigned herself to her thoughts. 

‘Silly Doctor, thinking it would be that easy to make me forget about you. For a while, Luna did, but then you came back. Oh sure, you may have had a different face, but underneath it all? You were the same man that helped us defeat Discord all those years ago. I’m sure you know just why it is that Luna changed, but you can’t come to face it yourself. In time, you will, but I know you’re out there right now, saving someone. What face you’re wearing, I’m not sure of, but I’m sure we’ll meet again some day…’ 
> The Angels Have the Phone Box
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor

The Angels Have The Phone Box

Edited by MissytheAngle




“Spitfire, whatever you do, don’t look away, and don’t blink.”

Spitfire looked from the Doctor to the statue and back to the Doctor, confusion evident on her face. “Doctor, it’s just a statue.”

“Listen to me, that thing is NOT a statue,” he pleaded, trying to inch his way back to the TARDIS. “We need to get back in the TARDIS right now.”

“But Doctor, it’s just—”

“Look,” the Doctor cut her off, “I’ll explain later. Just do as I say and whatever you do, don’t—”

Spitfire waited for the Doctor to finish his sentence, but the end of it never came. Taking a look to her right, she saw that the Doctor was no longer there. But that’s when stuff got really weird. Her surroundings suddenly changed, and she found herself lying in a dark alley. 

There wasn’t much time for her to get used to her new setting before she heard footsteps coming from behind her. They stopped as soon as they reached her side, and she looked up at her new guest’s face. He had a very pronounced jawline, and a bit of his hair hung down over his forehead. Perhaps most importantly, he was smiling at her.

“Come on, Spitfire, it’s time to get down to business.”





There was one question lingering in Spitfire’s mind as she stared down the person in fron of her. “Who are you?”

“I’m the Doctor.”

Spitfire took another look at the man in front of her and scoffed. “No you’re not! The Doctor doesn’t wear a lame bow tie. Plus, you don’t even look like him!”

“Oh, right, you haven’t traveled with me yet. Well, I guess you have, but it’s complicated.”

“What are you babbling about?” Spitfire asked, impatience clear in her tone.

“I’m a future version of the Doctor, Spitfire. You travel with me, but right now you’re traveling with a past version of myself.”

“Well, if I travel with you, then where am I? Shouldn’t there be another of me following you around?”

“I told you— I mean her, to stay in the TARDIS,” he explained. Spitfire smiled widely at that, and he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Don’t even think abou—”

“Can I go meet her?” she cut him off.

“Absolutely not! You’d likely tear a hole in the universe! And for the record, she likes my bow-tie,” he added with a smirk. “Besides, that’s not what I’m here for.”

“Well then what are you here for?”

The Doctor smirked. “To get you home.”













“So tell me again. Why can’t we just take the TARDIS to find him?”

“Because, Spitfire, if I were to meet a past version of myself, the results would be catastrophic!”

“And why is that, exactly?” Spitfire pressed further.

“Because I just can’t. Okay? Good,” he concluded, not giving Spitfire a chance to ask more questions.

“Ugh, whatever, let’s just go find the Doctor. My Doctor,” Spitfire added as she saw the new Doctor opening his mouth. “This is confusing…”





The Doctor could feel his surrounding change in an instant, and it felt as if he had had the wind knocked out of him. But he knew what had happened. A Weeping Angel had gotten ahold of him and Spitfire. The odd thing though was that, upon looking around, she was nowhere to be found. Perhaps there was more than one Weeping Angel?

Taking this time to get a better look at his surroundings, he spotted a nearby pony, working at some sort of flower stand. ‘Odd,’ he thought, ‘why would the Weeping Angel take me back to Equestria?’

He didn’t have much time to think on it as he heard many gasps from around him. It looked like that flower pony wasn’t the only one in town right now. There were hundreds of them. How had he not noticed that? Strange that none of them were speaking up, though. He guessed that he would have to take the initiative, but that proved to be incorrect when finally, one of the many ponies said something.

“Are you here to hurt us?” The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at such a ridiculous question, which didn’t seem to help the situation. “Oh my gosh he’s going to eat us!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you.” The Doctor smiled. “Don’t have much of a taste for cheval.”

“What’s ‘chev all’?”

“Oh nothing, don’t worry. I’m actually here to look for a friend. Do any of you know a ‘Spitfire’?”

“You’re friends with the captain of the Wonderbolts!?” he heard someone in the crowd yell out. “Oh man, you gotta tell me how!”

“Hush up, Rainbow Dash!” another voice piped up. “We’re tryin’ to hear!”

“Um, I know her,” came a voice to his left, and basically every pony in the crowd turned to face the source of it.

‘The flower pony? .’ The other ponies obviously though so too, and that ‘Rainbow Dash’ from earlier spoke up again.

“You know Spitfire?”

“I sold her some flowers a few months or so ago,” the pony spoke quietly, and the Doctor walked over to her stand. “She said they were for a good friend of hers.”

“She was in town a few months ago and you didn’t say anything!?”

“Sorry, Rainbow Dash, but she didn’t want to be hounded by ponies. She came in disguise.”

“Nevermind that,” the Doctor grabbed back her attention. “Who did she buy the flowers for?”

“I doubt she even gave me a real name, mister. It just sounded like an alias or something.”

“What was the alias?”

“‘The Doctor’.”





“Getting you back will be simple, but stopping those Weeping Angels presents another problem.”

“Why not just break them?”

“No, that wouldn’t work, we’d just be ambushed by the others.”

“Others?”

“Oh, there were three of them,” the Doctor said, “nasty little things, too. Tell me, where were we when the angels got to us?”

‘Crap, what did the Doctor call that planet?’ She racked her brain to find the answer, but couldn’t. “Um, I can’t remember. He said he liked to go ice skating there, if that helps.”

“Oh, of course, Koorharn!”

“That was it!”

“Where are we now?”

The answer to that was obvious for Spitfire, as they’d apparently wandered into a bustling city street without even realizing. All eyes were on them, and it made her a tad uncomfortable. “We’re in Canterlot, we just need to— Doctor?” It appeared that he had wandered across the street, and was talking to someone. Spitfire trotted over to him. “It’s rude to walk away while someone’s talking, ya know.”

The Doctor ignored her, and she huffed. “It’s a shame about your shop, but the economy is a cruel mistress. If I might ask, do you have the date?”

“June seventh.”

“And the year?” The pony gave him a strange look, and he chuckled. “Yes, yes, I know, weird question. The year, please?”

“Two thousand one.”

“Right, thank you,” the Doctor turned back to Spitfire. “I have an idea.”

Before she could ask about his idea, he was already walking off in another direction. That settled it. She wasn’t a fan of this new Doctor. Deciding to just glide over everyone to catch up to him, she sent him a glare. “Do you ever finish your thoughts before walking off?”

“That would be a bit too normal. Besides, I thought my idea was obvious. We’re going to leave a message for my past self to find in the future.”

“... And how is he going to know where to look?” Spitfire wondered, landing next to the Doctor and doing her best to keep pace with him.

“Simple. I’m him, he’s me, so I already found the message I left for myself before I became this version of myself.”

“Let me get this straight.” Spitfire’s mind was boggled. “You’re going to leave your past self a message in the future, and your past self has already found this message even though you don’t know what the message is or where you’re going to leave it?”

“Did he not explain the wibbly wobbly to you?”

“The… what?”





“Oh, that’s just brilliant!” the Doctor exclaimed. “Did she tell you anything else?”

“Nothing, sorry. But that guy, ‘the Doctor’, was with her. Why? Is something wrong?”

“What’s your name?” He asked, deflecting her question for the time being.

“Rose.”

‘Rose,’ he repeated to himself. ‘I hope my Rose is fine,’ he thought back to his friend, who was still trapped in another dimension. Spitfire was his first companion since then, and he wasn’t going to lose her too. “Well, Rose, you just made my day,” he smiled. “Can you give me any information on the person she was with? What he looked like, what he was wearing?”

“Well, uh, he looked like you, I guess? But his mane was longer.”

“His mane…? Oh, you mean his hair!” the Doctor practically shouted. By this point, the many ponies of Ponyville were beginning to encircle the two. “Alright, long hair. What was he wearing?”

“A suit, kind of like yours,” she observed, “but with a bow tie.”

“Pray tell, did he have one of,” reaching into suit’s front pocket, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and held it in front of Rose, “these?”

“Yes! But his was a bit different.”

“Different? Different how?”

“It had a brown trim on it, and the end was green. What is it anyways?”

“Sonic Screwdriver,” he replied, stuffing it back in his pocket. “Now this next question is very important. Was he… ginger?”

“Um… no?”

The Doctor groaned, and mumbled something about never getting to be ginger, then looked back up at Rose. “Would you mind looking through your order manifest?”

“I don’t—”

“Have an order manifest, right. This is just a flower stand, after all,” he finished for her. He decided on using his sonic screwdriver, pulling it out and aiming it at the mare’s head, who began to look a bit frightened. “Not to worry, I’m just going to perform a quick brain scan,” he assured her. The screwdriver sprung into action as he pressed the button, and he moved it all around her head as the ponies surrounding them watched. “You heard them whispering. What were they whispering about?” he asked, putting his screwdriver away in its pocket.

“Um, I, um…”

“I know, you don’t like to listen in on private conversations, but if you heard anything, I need to know.”

“Well, they were very quiet, but I think I heard Spitfire say something about leaving a message for ‘the doctor’,” Rose spoke slowly, and the Doctor urged her to continue. “I thought it was odd because she was already with someone she was calling ‘the doctor’.”

“Did she say anything about where she’d be leaving the message?”

“I’m sorry, no. Why are you so invested in this, mister…?”

“Oh, I’m the Doctor,” he replied with a smile. A murmur spread throughout the crowd, and Rose looked especially confused.

“There are two Doctors?”

“Yep. Well, technically there’s only one. I’m him, he’s me,” he grinned, hands in his pockets.

“Prove it,” Rose dared him. He was happy to oblige, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

“I would, but I can’t. At least, not yet. That’s why I need to find Spitfire. Thanks to you, I think I know where to start looking.” With a wave of his hand, he was off. Nobody made a move to follow him, leaving him with only his thoughts as company. ‘Now if I were me, where would I leave myself a message?’





“So time isn’t a line, it’s a ball?”

“If that helps,” the Doctor clarified. “So, do you know where we’re going next?”

“Um…”

“Right, Ponyville.”

“But I didn’t—”

“We’ll have to leave a trail for your Doctor to follow if he’s to find you,” the Doctor cut her off again. They were at the Canterlot train station now, but there was only one problem.

“We need a boarding pass,” Spitfire groaned. “I don’t have any bits on me, either.”

“Not to worry,” the Doctor replied, pulling out what looked like a notepad. “I have a ticket.” Walking over to one of the royal guards, he flashed the pad at them and they lowered their guard, allowing him to pass. “Are you coming, Spitfire?”

She did just that, trotting past the guards and onto the train. “What’s that?” she whispered, eyeing the pad.

“Psychic paper,” he replied. “Now come on, let’s go find a seat, it’s going to be a long journey.”





Of course he’d leave a message for himself here. It was, after all, the first significant location he’d visited on this planet, and it was very secluded as well. As he looked over the ruins of the castle he’d been in less than twenty-four hours ago, he had mixed feelings. Getting here had been difficult, what with the manticores and serpents. Crossing the bridge had been a chore, too. Still, he was that much closer to being reunited with his new companion.

“Right, in we go,” he spoke to himself. Stepping inside the ruins, he could see the damage became even more evident. There must have been some sort of battle here, and it couldn’t have been pretty. Decay over time was one thing, but this place looked ransacked. One thing was for sure, though. It didn’t take him long to find the message Spitfire had left for him. Left right between the pedestals the elements had rested on so long ago.





“So why did we have to go to that flower stand?”

“I told you, we needed to leave a trail for me to find,” the Doctor replied. “But now that we’re at this castle, and good job with that manticore by the way, we can leave myself a message.”

“What’s the message going to say? And how do you even know he’s in the future? If the Weeping Angels work like you said, he could be anywhere.”

“Not possible, otherwise I wouldn’t be here talking to you right now.”

“I… guess that makes sense?”

“It does if you’re a time traveller,” he replied with a grin. “Now come on, let’s get to writing this message.”

“And what’s this message going to say?” She asked again. This time, she got her answer.





‘Doctor, I’m at Twilight’s library’. 

He didn’t know who Twilight was, but he definitely knew where the library she was talking about was. That message had led him there, and he rapped twice on the door. It wasn’t long before it opened, and a purple pony greeted him. “Doctor?”

“Twilight?”

“Spitfire is inside, please come in. If you need anything, I’ll be upstairs,” Twilight smiled as she ascended the steps. Taking a look around, the Doctor was left with one question.

“How did she—”

“Know exactly when to be here?” Came his friend’s voice from around the corner. “It was simple,” Spitfire continued as the Doctor came into her view, “your future self told me when you’d be here.”

“Heh, time travel’s a funny thing, isn’t it?” He replied, flashing a smile at his companion. “But that still leaves us with the problem of not having a ‘TARDIS’. Did I happen to say where we got it back from?”

“All he would tell me is that Discord was the key. I don’t know what that means, though.”

“Discord is the key…” the Doctor repeated to himself. “Aha! Discord is a statue. The Weeping Angels are statues! Don’t you see?”

“I don’t—”

“Oh, it was all so simple! Think of it, Spitfire. Where do you ponies keep most of your statues?”

“Um, the Canterlot Royal Gardens?”

“Right. So if the TARDIS was stolen by statues, then it would be...?” the Doctor trailed off, waiting for Spitfire to understand.

“Doctor, you’re a genius!” Spitfire exclaimed. “But won’t we have to wait a while?”

“Normally, yes. But I noticed something when I was talking with that flower pony earlier. What day is it?”

“Um, July sixth. Why?”

“And what day was it in your timeline when we travelled to Koorharn?”

Realization hit Spitfire like a brick house. “B-but that means—”

“Right, the angel didn’t actually send me back in time, and I think I may know why. You see, if we landed in the Royal Gardens, then Discord would be there as well. His chaotic energy would likely cause some trouble when it comes to magic, time travel, anything of the sort. ‘Discord is the key’. Meaning that if an angel wanted to send someone back, say, eighty years. it might only send them back four years.”

“So because Discord was there, the angels weren’t operating at full capacity?”

“Bingo,” the Doctor grinned. “So now, we simply need to head back to Canterlot and knick my ride from the angels without being touched. They’ll know we’re coming, though.”

“What about the keys?”

“Right here,” the Doctor replied, pulling them out of his pants pocket. Spitfire smiled, and nearly tackled the Doctor with her hug.

“Let’s go get our time machine back,” she grinned confidently.





“Do you have any idea which ones are the angels?”

“Just the one,” the Doctor motioned in its direction, and Spitfire could see that it was indeed covering its eyes. “I don’t get it, what’s the point of occupying such a crowded area?” He asked, his face contorted in confusion.

“Night time,” Spitfire replied. “No ponies are admitted after seven.”

“Of course, so they meant to get into it during the night, while there are only a few guards on duty.” Peeking around the bush they were situated behind gave him a great view of the main courtyard of the gardens. From what he could tell, there were at least two other Weeping Angels. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the petrified Discord. It had been over a thousand years and he was still frozen.

“Alright, Spitfire, you said you were the captain of the Wonderbolts? That makes you fast, yeah?”

“Pretty,” she replied. “But I don’t know if I could outrun those angels.”

“Of course you can’t, but you can do one thing they can’t. Fly. Here’s the plan. You’re going to fly up into the sky and keep a bird’s eye view of those statues. Remember, as long as they’re being observed, they don’t actually exist.”

“Lemme guess. While I keep a vigilant eye on them, you’ll be unlocking the TARDIS?”

“Well of course, what else would I do?”

Spitfire rolled her eyes, but nevertheless agreed. “You better hope you’re right about them not being able to fly, Doctor,” she shouted, taking off into the sky. As soon as she was airborne, the Doctor pulled out his key and sprinted to the TARDIS. As he did, his eye caught something different about Discord’s statue. But he didn’t have time to focus on that right now. Right now, he needed to unlock that door. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to do just that, and now it was time for Spitfire to show off her speed. “Alright, mare coming on board!”

With speeds unlike any he’d seen of a horse, she flew down, curved her flight path, and went straight through the open doorway. The Doctor, while not as quick as her, bolted back inside and locked the door as fast as he could.

“Oh man, I’m never leaving you again!” Spitfire exclaimed. The Doctor was about to reply when he realized she was talking to the TARDIS, trying her hardest to hug the floor. Making his way over to the controls, he decided to tell Spitfire about what he’d seen.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Spitfire, but there was something wrong with Discord’s statue.”

“What do you mean?” Her head shot back up upon hearing the draconequus’s name. “Wrong how?”

“It was cracked,” he answered, fiddling with the control deck. “On his chest, there was a small crack. I think some of his chaos energy is leaking through that crack.”

“That’s bad, right?”

“Very. Because as it just so happens, the angels aren’t the only ones being affected by it.”

“And what does that mean?” Spitfire asked. The Doctor didn’t have much time to answer before they felt a thud, and both fell to the ground. “What the hay was that?!”

“It’s the angels, they’re trying to get inside!” the Doctor sounded distraught, a tone she’d yet to hear from him. “And it just so happens that with Discord’s energy seeping through that crack,” he lifted himself back up as he spoke, ready to take off, “we don’t have any navigation.”

Spitfire didn’t have to ask what that meant. “So if we take off, you don’t know where we’ll be going? Or even what time?”

“Nope, but we don’t exactly have another option.” He started up at the TARDIS, and the engines began whirring to life. “Anything is better than being trapped in the past at this point!”

“You better hope we don’t transport into a Sun like you said,” Spitfire laughed. It was an infectious laugh. One that spread to the Doctor. 

One thing was certain. At least there wouldn’t be any more Weeping Angels where they were going.
> Bonus Chapter ‘D’
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


The Amazing Adventures of Spitfire and the Doctor

Bonus Chapter ‘D’

Edited by MissytheAngle




“Are you sure he was here?”

“Yes, sister. A guard by the name of Silver Wing reported seeing him in the Canterlot Market this morning.”

“If what you say is true, then we can’t delay, Luna.” Celestia punctuated her remark by opening the doors leading to the main hallway and quickly trotting towards an adjacent corridor. It didn’t take her long to reach her destination. A golden set of doors that hadn’t been opened in nearly five years. “What I am about to show you must never leave this room, is that understood?”

“Of course,” Luna nodded. Whatever was in this room was clearly important to Celestia, and Luna wasn’t about to betray her trust. Not again. As her sister slowly pushed open the doors and she got a peek at what lay inside, she was… disappointed, to say the least. “A statue?”

“This isn’t just any statue,” Celestia giggled. “This statue of the TARDIS is the key to peace in Equestria.”

“But… how?” Luna asked, puzzled.

“Long ago, while you were still imprisoned in the moon you now raise every night, the Doctor returned. He gave to me a device that I could use to call him in a time of great peril.”

“But what does that statue have to do with it?” Luna interrupted.

“This isn’t just a normal statue, dear sister,” Celestia smiled. “Its creator may have passed away many years ago, but the secret he bestowed upon it at my request is still just that.”

Luna watched as her sister walked up to the statue of the Doctor’s fabled ‘Police Box’, still befuddled. “Just what?”

“A secret,” Celestia replied, pushing her hoof down on the top right of the statue. The stone gave way, and Luna heard a click as the tiny ‘door’ on the left opened, revealing…

“A button?”

“The Doctor said that if this button were pushed, a signal would be sent to his ship and he would return to help us.”

“But why are you showing me, sister? We require no help.”

“I thought the same was true, Luna, until this morning. One of our scouts returned with a grave message.”

“What was the message?”

Celestia slammed her hoof own on the button, then turned back to the machine and placed it in its spot. “The changelings are invading…”