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The Unsung Heroes

by Ponyman

Chapter 14: Wibbley Wobbley

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Wibbley Wobbley

It wasn't too long a trip, and the grey Pegasus in his care was finally at peace, sleeping soundly. The Doctor witnessed it all. The rise and fall of Tirek, the banishment of Nightmare Moon, everything. It was purely for research purposes of course. He had to know the history in order to understand what he and the others were up against. Though his rule of not interfering in historcal events kind of went by the wayside when he found that poor Pegasus. His reading of her memories shown him what had happened, and it broke his heart.

The Pegasus awoke from her slumber, and yawned, her lazy eye drifting off to nowhere in particular. Once she saw where she was, curiosity took over, and she wanted to touch everything.

“You're just as bad a Twilight!” the Doctor sighed. The ship lurched violently as it came to a halt. Were they there already?

Things were vastly different. In fact, if one didn't know their history, it would seem nothing bad happened at all.

“Whoa! Radical trick, dude!” a voice exclaimed. The Doctor saw a light pink unicorn, with a flowing mane and tail of white and purple. Her flanks were covered in numerous stars.

“Ah! A fellow resident! Brilliant! And your name is?”

“Twilight.” She answered.

She didn't look like Twilight. She had the bookish charm, the color scheme, though slightly off. But the Doctor couldn't quite place what was going on.

“Twilight...what, exactly?” he asked, hoping for a clearer answer.

“Oh, just Twilight! I go by one name, ya know? Like Maredonna!”

“Of course...” the Doctor facehoofed.

“Hey! I thought we were going to the school dance!” another voice called. This one belonged to a marroon colored pony who obviously took the fashion at the time too seriously. Her mane and tail were crimped and held in place by copiuous ammounts of spray, and she sported forlock warmers like she thought she was Ocracoke-Newton John. The lighting bolt earrings, checkered flag neckerchief, sunflower cutie mark and braces only added to the nonsensical look.

“Oh, hey Cheerilee! I was just talking to this neato magic pony!” Twilight nodded to the Doctor.

“Hey, now! You don't want HIM to get jealous, do you?” Cheerilee nudged Twilight.

“Who? Oh, you mean Cresent Sparkle? Come on! You know I'm not ready for a relationship!”

“Just one look at him and you know you want to have his foal!”

“Cheerilee! You're embarassing me!”

It was then the Doctor realized his mistake, he didn't go forward enough! “Yes, well. I must be going...” he replied, and bowed curtly.

“Aw! So soon?” Twilight asked.

“Yes. Oh, and one more thing. Crescent Sparkle is a good colt! He'll take care of you.” With that, he went back inside of his ship and with a brilliant flash, disappeared.

“Wow...” Cheerilee gasped.

“Told ya.” Twilight smirked, though she couldn't help but think of what he said about Crescent Sparkle.

Cheerilee glanced down. “Aw! He forgot his kid!” she frowned at the grey Pegasus.

“Don't worry! I know a place we can take her!” Twilight smiled.

“Well that was terribly akward.” the Doctor muttered to himself. He glanced around and noticed that the Pegasus was missing. He smiled and sighed. “Ah well, wibbley wobbley, timey wimey.”

Finally his ship came to a stop once more, and he cautiously stepped out. Everything looked the same still, so this must be the place.

After stepping out entirely, he was rapidly approached by a midnight blue unicorn colt with a moon and star cutie mark. The Doctor opened his mouth to greet him, but was cut off when a cigar was stuck into his mouth.

“It's a girl!” he exclaimed. “It's a girl! I'm a father!”

“Drat, still not far enough! Blasted thing! Ah well, least I got this out of the deal.” he mused, moving the cigar in his lips so he could get a better glance at it. After spending a few minuets pondering how ponies could roll them with hooves, and why they have tobacco in the first place, he shook his head. He had to get back to the present before anyone knew he was missing and began asking questions!

With a sigh, he got back into his ship once more, hoping that the third time would be the charm.

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