Author's note.

Okay, guys, here's the plan. Since I can't finish 'The Traitor' story arc now, I'll start another one and then finish the previous one. Why? Because I totally can. Also, check the story description: it's changed! For the better, I hope.

For those of you who think: 'But Master, it's complicated! So many story arcs, so many interludes!' I can say:

Guys, as soon as I finish the whole story (Celestia knows how long will it take me), I'll unite each story arc, omitting the interludes and author's notes, and publish each story arc as one separate chapter. The same I will do with the interludes: toss them into one big chapter. That way, those of you who would like to read the story normally will get the opportunity to do so, as well as those who would like to read the whole story arc at once.

In fact, I so should be writing a fic for February Write Off now... Anyway!

Comment, rate, love and tolerate!

Peace.

P.S. Yes, I like to be called 'Master'. Do call me Master, please. It pleases my ego.

P.P.S. The chapter is veeeeery short because it's an introduction with no lyrical digressions. I hope you'll understand.

P.P.P.S. Comment or be damned. That is all. Just kidding. Or not...

***

Hello. It's me, The Doctor. Remember when I said that I had almost ruined the world due to my natural idiocy? Well, it's high time I told you about this. Allow me to remind you: when I kissed... performed artificial ventilation on Fluttershy, I let her think it was actually a kiss, remember?

That's it.

You see, the history of Equestria could have changed because of that tiny, almost unnoticeable event. How, you may ask? That's easy. You know Crimson Apple, one of the leaders of Equestrian Marexists? Well, he is in fact a descendant of Fluttershy and Big Macintosh's foals. Ruining the surprise, huh?

If it were not for me, if only I hadn't come to Fluttershy's house in the first place and simply proceeded to Tia's chamber - the history would have flown the way it should. But I appeared in the poor pegasus' life, commanding all her attention and sympathy. Not only that, I accidentally made her fall in love with me!

How could that happen? I guess it's time for another story. Prepare yourselves, for it will be an exciting one. I hope. If not - you can always blame the Narrator: he's the one responsible for writing the story, not me, the genius named The Doctor.

Allons-y!

***

Twilight was in the mood for something new. Definitely. She was tired of reading books every evening. While the routine was quite pleasant, she grew tired of it as time passed. She wanted something more... light-hearted. Something more... defiant. Something more... rebellious.

Twilight giggled as she closed the door to her room and made sure Spike was asleep. She then proceeded to her bed, taking a wrapped object from beneath. She giggled again. Oh, this was so... hmm... dirty. She couldn't believe a proper mare like her would do such things. But a change of plans is a change of plans, after all!

She opened the package. Oh yes... she whispered, blushing hotly as she put the rectangular object on the bed.

Screech... Screech...

A strange noise disrupted her calmness, and she jumped up on her bed. Who could that be?

She looked around. Not a sign of a pony. Of course! It was the wind. Just the old good wind, flying through Equestria, scaring little foals... and her, she mentally added, huffing and returning to her... activity.

"Reading The Bookworm's Guide To Fashion, Twilight?" A whisper percolated into her ear.

Twilight shrieked and fell on the floor. As she rose to her hooves, she saw a familiar, a painfully familiar brown earth pony, an hourglass as his cutie mark.

"Doctor!" Twilight yelled, forgetting that she could wake up Spike... or the whole town, in this case. She galloped towards the earth pony, throwing herself into his embrace.

The embarrassed Doctor gave her a friendly pat on the back before she finally let him go and blushed at her emotional outburst. Then she realised something, something very important.

"Don't you dare tell anypony what I was doing," the lavender mare said, sending a glare towards the Time Lord.

The Doctor smiled with The Charming And Disabling Time Lord's Smile [TM] and nodded.

"Okay, I haven't seen you reading a fashion magazine for bookworms, anyway," he replied.

"Good, then- HEY!" Twilight yelped as the brown pony burst into laughter.

When she regained her composure, she started bombarding The Doctor with questions:

"When did you get here? How did you get here? Why are you here? Why did you leave so suddenly back then, two years ago?"

"Just now. On my TARDIS. Because my TARDIS has crushed into pieces. Because... two years?!" The Doctor interrupted his laconic answers and widened his eyes.

"Yes, two years and a month, to be exact... Haven't you noticed?" Twilight asked suspiciously, raising a brow.

"That was two weeks for me," the Time Lord shrugged.

"I am so happy to see you! The girls will be so happy to see you! Especially..." Twilight grinned slyly. "Fluttershy," she finished, winking.

The Doctor shook his head in lack of understanding.

"What's so special about Fluttershy?" he asked, looking around.

The room has changed slightly, in the way that there were much more books. Much, much more. Otherwise, it was still the same cosy bedroom. Or reading room. The Doctor mentally concluded that it was both at once. The shelves were filled with various books - thousands of them. Books on science and poetry books, novels and article compilations, ancient books and newly-printed ones... It would take a whole day to read through all of them... (Considering my ability to read any book in a second, it is quite a long time, actually - T.L.) The room was dark so The Doctor instantly understood it was either evening or night. Good, at least the collision didn't draw attention of the whole town. The brown pony shook his head to get rid of the lament thoughts about TARDIS. He would think over it later. Later.

"She's in love with you," Twilight replied plainly.

"Oh, good, for a second I thought that... WHAT?" The Time Lord jumped up in astonishment, looking towards Twilight, hoping it was a joke.

Unfortunately, it was not.

"She keeps talking about how you kissed her... for two years as of now. If that's not love, then I don't know what is," the librarian continued calmly, yet a bit exditedly.

The Time Lord started running around the room in circles, hooves attached to his mane. Twilight mentally wondered how it was possible. But hay, he was a Time Lord, after all! Nothing ever works with that psycho... she thought.

"Hey!" The Doctor stopped. "I'm sane, for your information!" He yelled before continuing his fervent activity.

"But how... Don't tell me you are reading my thoughts again..." Twilight groaned. "STOP RUNNING AND STOP READING MY THOUGHTS!" She roared, making the brown earth pony freeze.

"Wow, never expected you to have such an... energetic voice," he replied, casting the same spell that prevented him from reading the unicorn's mind two years ago. Two years and a month, to be exact. (Two years, a month, four hours, seven minutes and 45.9867 seconds, to be very exact - T.L. (always punctual!)

"I've been practicing, you know?" Twilight chuckled, relieved that her thoughts were now hidden from the vigorous Time Lord. "So, are you going to invite me to your and Fluttershy's wedding?" she carried on.

The lavender mare was obviously in the mood for some mockery. However, The Doctor parried her verbal attack with ease.

"I'm not into pony mares, Twilight," he replied, stopping and trying to recollect his thoughts.

"Oh, I see..." Twilight nodded understandingly. "Trotting on the other side of the street now, right?" she winked at the stallion, who nodded absent-mindedly. "Oh, I think I can find a nice stallion for you!" the mare exclaimed and clapped her hooves, smiling. "It's gonna be so exciting! We'll have Pinkie prepare the cake, and the balloons, and the streamers and-"

"No!" The Doctor hushed her. "I mean I'm not into pony mares, not mares. I'm not into ponies!" he continued. "I'm not even a pony myself! You are aliens to me!" He exclaimed, hoping it would clear the misunderstanding.

"Oh yes, I totally believe you, Doctor..." Twilight said , hopping on her bed once more, hiding the ill-timed magazine under the blanket. "But how come you are dating Princess Celestia?" she asked innocently.

"Oh that - you see..." the Time Lord began but had to stop immediately. The door opened, and a small purple dragon came into the room, freezing in place at the doorway.

At least he saved me from explaining myself... I owe him a bit, The Doctor thought.

"What-ho!" he tried to say in the most friendly manner his face could process.

The dragon raised a brow.

"You do realise ponies stopped using that phrase centuries ago, don't you?" he asked coldly before rasing his voice. "Who the hay are you, by the way?"

The brown pony opened his mouth to answer but Twilight preceded him.

"He's a Time Lord, travelling through Time and Space," she said as nonchalantly as possible.

Spike slowly took a step back and started closing the door.

"I don't want to know about your role-playing games, Twilight..." he said, almost having closed the door. "But next time you bring a stallion to your... ahem, chamber, at least tell me so I can go sleep in the basement," he grumbled before shutting the door.

"Now that was awkward..." The Doctor and Twilight said in unison and, looking at each other, burst into a severe fit of laughter.

"Doctor..." Twilight said as she wiped a tear off her eye.

"Yes, Twilight?" The Time Lord replied, repeating her gesture.

"I'm glad you're back."

"So am I."