"Look. I'm staying involved, okay?"

The President remained silent.

"She's in my city. She's my guest, for God's sake! You can't ask me to just leave."

The President rolled his eyes. Why did it have to be New York? Why not LA or, even better, DC? He certainly wouldn't have to deal with Tony if she had landed in one of those cities. He didn't mind the mayor as much as many of his peers, but the guy was certainly difficult to deal with. Getting him to back down would be difficult without making the situation an official emergency so he could just order him to stop.

Then again, maybe stubbornness was just what this horse needed. Tony was never known for overseeing mistakes, or bending to the will of what the media wanted. Having him interested in this.. Diplomat? Diplomare? Whatever -- could be good for her well-being.

And, of course, it would give the President somebody else to blame when things inevitably went straight to hell.

"Fine, Tony," he said into the telephone, "You can stay on. Just don't screw it up."

The mayor made a noise of happy triumph, then hung up.

* * *

"So, how do we proceed?"

Twilight looked around the room. The mayor was back, as was the President's associate. Acone had made her another bowl of Oatmeal, which was even better than the first. She had to get that recipe.

Twilight had decided that, for now, it was best to trust the humans. They certainly had ample time to harm her if they were going to. Of course, she wasn't completely open -- She had left out most parts of Equestrian history, as well as all of Equestria's defense mechanisms -- but she did tell them a bit about herself and her role in the world. She had explained magic as best as she could, and even answered questions, mostly from Acone. His smile had gotten so wide Pinkie Pie would have been impressed.

"Well, you still haven't told us why you're here. Which is a bit of an issue." Kyle responded, speaking for the first time in the last half hour.

Twilight blushed slightly. "Ah! Right. I forgot that. Well, I'm not actually supposed to tell you guys - It's for the ruler of the land's eyes only. Which is why I requested a session with your president."

Acone arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't really call him a ruler. More of a... Leader of the people?"

"Executive?" Kyle offered, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah, executive. Still, he'd be the closet thing to what you want. Kyle, you on that session?"

Kyle had indeed been on that session. The President, however, hadn't bothered to schedule anything yet. He sounded like he was extremely tired on the phone, and from what Kyle could ascertain from news broadcasts, he had been in talks with other world leaders for most of the past few days. He wanted to meet the diplomat, but so did all the other "rulers." Twilight didn't know it, but she was now being protected by both the 119th Drone Division and the infamous "Control Key Fliers" of the 2nd Battle of Waterloo. The airspace around her was probably the most secure area in the world. The President had assured Kyle that it was "just a precaution," but he had a feeling that the talks the President was having weren't all exactly positive.

"The President can't make it at the moment." he responded, still focused on the Unicorn. The President was right, she was causing quite a mess. Of course, she didn't know that, nor did she intend to... Kyle shook his head slightly, clearing his thoughts, before continuing. "He's busy with other matters."

"Other matters?" Acone boomed, unbelieving. "What else could be more important than this? It's a trans-universal diplomat! That's pretty important!"

Kyle grit his teeth. "The other matters are related to that, I can assure you."

Acone rolled his eyes. "Politics," he grunted.

"One to talk, Mr. Mayor."

"Would you call anything I do politics?"

Kyle looked over the fat man in the suit, his eyes briefly lingering on the milk stain on his tie before finishing.

"You do have your own... Special brand of it, at least."

"Damn right!" Acone exclaimed, proudly.

"Guys?" Twilight cut in, trying to steer the conversation back on course. "I know that he is busy, but don't you think he can meet with me? I need to deliver news back to my home as soon as possible."

Acone began to pace. "Look, say what you want about the President, but nobody in their right mind would pass up a chance to talk to you unless they have a good reason. I think I saw the guy who re-stocks the Hospital's toilet paper supply on the news last night."

Kyle nodded, but remained silent.

"So, you said that you can only show your plan to the 'ruler of the land,' right? Well, I'm kinda-sorta the ruler of New York-"

Acone momentarily stopped his sentence to glare at Kyle, who had snorted at the word "ruler," before continuing, "And you're in New York. So I rule this land."

"You don't 'rule' anything, and you only oversee the city!" Kyle interrupted, "And we're out of the city! This is twenty miles north of the city!"

"Technically, Sacred Heart Hospital has its main branch in the city, so it's close enough, okay?" Acone responded, exasperated. "Look. You can show it to me."

Twilight licked her lips, her face contorted into an expression of uncertainty. "That's kind of a technicality, isn't it?"

"Eh, it's New York. We run on technicalities."

Twilight nodded. "The document is in my Saddlebags, in a sealed envelope. Open it and read it. I know the contents, as a ruler of Equestria myself, but Celestia, my mentor, wanted you - or any ruler, I guess - to read it for yourself."

Acone bounded over to the bag, snatching out the letter. After spending three attempts to fully break the wax seal before pulling out a pocket knife and slicing the side open, he sat down to read it.

"Dear sir or madame, I would like to cordially extend my deepest blah blah blah... Equestrian people, a race that we hope will whatever... Extend friendship... Request military protection and aide!"

Acone looked up. "You guys need us to protect you? You in a war?"

"You weren't supposed to read it aloud!" Twilight exclaimed, in anguish. "And you didn't even finish!"

"Oh, right. Well, I don't think it would be fair to Kyle here if I stopped--" He muttered, gesturing to the now-pale presidential assistant, "So I'll keep going... Let's see... The changelings, a dark race of love-sucking shapeshifters... Threaten our lands... Could build their own universal traveling system and destroy the world in horrible flames.... Yeah, yeah, sounds like something that we could help out with."

"You seem oddly calm in promising military aide to a different universe, Acone," Kyle accused, his voice cold.

"What, did you see 20 years ago? After that, we can take some Changelingadings, easy!"

Kyle turned out to face the window, briefly catching sight of the black form of a Control-Key R-12 before it continued its rotation about the building.

"That's something for the President -- And the international community -- To decide, Acone."

Author's Note

IT LIVES

BLAME DOTA 2 FOR THE HUGE GAP

NO EDITS BECAUSE IT'S BEEN SO LONG HOLY CRAP
HOPEFULLY IT DOESN'T SUCK