Doctor Who: Equestrian Chronicles Series 1

"Oh sweet Celestia!" Twilight squealed in excitement, "A real alien planet! Oh my gosh, this is so amazing! Thank you so much!"

"This can't be right!"

"Oh, and what's that smell?" Twilight activated her horn to find the source of the smell, "Grass! Grass that smells like apples!"

"Yeah, we're in the wrong planet. Wrong century for that matter."

"Flying carriages! Without pegasi to pull them? How is that even possible? Earth is so amazing!"

"Twilight?"

"Yes, Doctor?" she answered.

"I don't think that we're in Earth. This is New Earth. Sniff, same difference."

"Still, this is amazing! Thank you, Doctor," She then gave him a hug, blushing when it ended.

"Alright, Twilight! First of all, welcome to the year 5,000,000,053, give or take a decade, second of all, you need to blend in some more," the Doctor pulled out a strange-looking devise, "Strap this around your hip, and you'll look human."

Twilight followed his instructions.

He whistled, "Wow, that perception filter is pretty convincing!"

She looked down at her new 'body'. "And don't you need to 'blend in' as well?"

With a push of a button, the Doctor reverted to his original body.

He looked down to his fingers, wiggling them in delight. "It's great to be me again!" he stretched his arms, "Walking on all fours can REALLY mess up one's back"

His head turned back on Twilight, and seemed to have a double take.

"Umm, Twilight?" he suggested, "I think we should get you some clothes."

The two were too preoccupied to notice a small metallic spider, spying on their every move.

Meanwhile, underground, two cloaked people in blood red robes huddled up to a screen.

"Did you see that?"

"What? What was it?"

"It seems to be a lavender pony with a horn!"

"But, the prophecy states...;"

"I know what it says," he interrupted, "That is why we must destroy her before it comes true!"

"So, the Sisters of Plentitude were actually breeding humans to find the cures. Pumping in every single disease in the known universe into their bodies," the Doctor told Twilight as they walked through the streets of New New York.

"Really? What happened then?" Twilight asked, engrossed with the story.

The first day of traveling was the most exciting thing that ever happened to Twilight; almost as exciting as the day she became Princess Celestia's protégé. Despite an awkward talk about why humanoids usually wear clothes, she thought it was going great, so far.

Twilight picked out a red sweater and some jeans, or 'pantalons', as the Doctor called them. Walking in awe around the amazing structures, she caught her reflection in the many windows. Or rather, a lack of reflection. Luckily, none of the locals seemed to have noticed or, if they had, didn't care. The Doctor explained that was because the perception filter just alters her appearance, so it doesn't know what to do with her reflection, and leaves it blank.

When the Doctor finished his story, he stopped at a large building with a green circle painted on its side.

"Ahhh, the New New York Hospital," he smiled, reminiscing his achievement on saving the new humans, "I was wondering what happened to it."

Twilight looked around, loving the new, alien scenery. "Doctor," she asked "What happened to the Sisters?"

"They were dissolved by the NNYPD, and then taken into custody."

"What happened to the new humans?" Twilight asked, "Were they out into good care?"

As the Doctor and Twilight rambled on, the same metal spider stalked them, as the controllers plotting a trap for the Doctor and his companion.

"This is great!" Twilight exclaimed for the third time since their arrival. They were currently dining at a 5,000,000,1st café. "Wow! The powers of time travel! What if go back in time to stop disasters like the fires of Trottingham, or the reign of Discord!"

"No!" the Doctor objected, "You can't go back to stop events like that. That's how paradoxes are formed. Another thing I think I should tell you. Never, ever interfere with time and history."

"Your right. I guess that's reasonable." Twilight "Think of the damage it could do to the world as we now it- Doctor? Where are you?"

After lecturing Twilight on the dangers of time interference, the Doctor heard some crying down in the streets. The crying of a little girl. He couldn't help it. No matter the consequences, he has to help children in need.

He saw the girl crying in the city streets. No one passing by seemed to care of her misery, or at least tried not to.

"Hello," he greeted, "I'm the Doctor! How are you doing?"

"Where have you gone this time, Doctor?" Twilight asked, frustrated.

"Hey, Twilight!" her head turned to the direction of the Doctor's voice.

"There you are! Do you have any idea how long I was searching for you?"

"Approximately half an hour, give or take," he answered, "Now I found something interesting."

The Doctor led Twilight over to a small crying female human out on the streets. He then kneeled until he was face to face with her.

"Hi, again Claire!" the Doctor greeted, "This is... um... Martha Jones."

"Hi," Twilight frowned at the fake name, "What's wrong?"

"My father and brother disappeared last night," the girl sobbed.

"That's terrible!" Twilight gasped, "What happened."

"They just disappeared!"

Twilight turned to the Doctor and said, "Do you know anything about this?"

"Well, this obviously doesn't have to do with the infamous Gridlock; I'd say it's a few years after that little adventure." The Doctor informed, scratching his head in thought, "There's one thing I don't understand, why didn't anyone help you?"

"People have been disappearing all over the city," she said, "And anyone who tries to investigate ends up disappearing, too."

"Ah, so no one knows anything about this, then," the Doctor spoke cheerfully, "I love a good mystery. Don't worry, Claire, I'll find your dad. And while you're at it, if you see any angel statues, don't blink."

"Doctor!"

"Coming! Coming!" the Doctor ran off to Twilight, "Alright, Twilight! Where do you think we should start?"

"Maybe there's somepony who knows something about the disappearances." Twilight suggested.

"You're right. Someone who would have access to any reports of missing persons." the Doctor rubbed his chin, and started running.

"Where are we going now?" Twilight groaned, whose legs were getting tired from running.

"To the police!"

"Hello! I'm the Doctor! And this is... Donna Noble!" he pointed to Twilight, who was still unsatisfied with her pseudonym.

"And what do you what?" the secretary asked, impatiently.

"I'm investigating the disappearing people," he replied, holding up the black casing Twilight recognized as the one used to trick Clyde into letting them into the farm. "As you can see, my credentials should be enough to let us through."

"Oh, my! So sorry!" the secretary gasped, "Right here are the police records." She opened a drawer and pulled out a large file.

"Thank you very much! We'll be on our way!" the Doctor thanked leaving with the file.

The Doctor opened the file on the TARDIS console, as Twilight deactivated the perception filter.

"Whew!" Twilight gave a sigh of relief, "Glad to be my old self again! Not to mention how this 'perception filter' cuts off my torso circulation."

"Hmmm, Twilight?" the Doctor summoned, "I've noticed something about all these people. What do you think?"

Twilight looked at the pictures of all the reported persons and tried to think of a connection. "Umm, they're all human?"

"Exactly!" he gave Twilight a light pat on the back, "Another thing I've noticed is that every one of them was last seen with some sort of disease."

"Wait, you read all those reports, in just one minute?" Twilight asked, astonished.

"I'm a very fast reader," he replied, "Anyway, I think I know who's behind the disappearances."

"Who?"

"C'mon Twilight, let's go investigate!" the Doctor roared, not explaining a thing.

The Doctor ran rapidly out the TARDIS, heading towards the New New York Hospital. Twilight attempted to follow, quickly ran out of breath.

She frantically tried to run. But something was causing her to become drowsy. She soon found it hard to keep her eyes open. The last thing she remembered was the mechanical whirring of gears meshing together.

"... I believe were all killed when the Bliss virus broke out. I should have checked. I always check, but that time I guess I was too busy or distracted. The only one left would be Novice Hame. Nice cat, haven't seen her in a while. Maybe I'll pop by... for... a," The Doctor stopped, realizing that something was wrong, "This is the longest you've ever gone without asking me a question."

He turned around, only to see that he was all alone, without a companion. "Aarghhh, why do they always disappear?"

"Uhhhh," Twilight groaned, "What happened?"

Twilight woke up in a dark room. She shook her head as she tried to focus her sight. She tried to move her legs, but she found herself immobile, chained to a metal board.

"Where am I?" Twilight asked, panicked, "What's going on here?"

"The Destroyer has awoken," a silhouette approached her in the dark, revealing a cloaked human, wearing a hood down over his eyes and nose.

"WHAT!"

"Alright, dear, let's go track down a pony," the Doctor brought down the TARDIS screen, "Search for the current location of the latest TARDIS resident."

"What do you want from me?" Twilight asked nervously.

"You are the Destroyer," the voice answered.

"I don't understand. Could you please explain what in the name of Starswirl's beard is going on?" Twilight pleaded.

"An old legend says that when a purple unicorn realizes her true powers, she will bring the end of the universe!"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"We shall kill you before you learn to destroy us," he replied.

"But... I... I just can't believe... I wouldn't do anything to hurt anypony!" Twilight denied.

"Still, it's better safe than sorry," he gave a dark chuckle, "Wait, what the hell is that noise?"

Whoooooosh whooooosh whoooooosh

The TARDIS materialized in the center of the room. Twilight's captor gaped in amazement. Then the door opened.

"Hello, Twilight!" the Doctor greeted, "Sorry I'm late, it took a while to find your location."

"YOU HAVE A FRICKING TIME MACHINE!!!" Twilight hollered, clearly peeved off, "Now hurry up and free me!"

"Alright, alright, hold your horses," he pointed up his sonic screwdriver.

Whhiiiir Click

"There, that should do it!"

The locks of the chains snapped off, freeing Twilight. She quickly ran back to the TARDIS, but was stopped by the Doctor and handed the black wallet.

"Who are you?" the cloaked figure demanded.

"I'm the savior of planets and the Universe, I'm the destroyer of countless armies. I'm the Oncoming Storm," he gave a wide grin, "I'm the Doctor."

At this revelation, the mysterious hooded man backed away.

"No!" he shouted, "That's impossible!"

"Oh, its not impossible. Now it's my turn to ask. Who are you?"

Though Twilight couldn't see his face, she guessed that the man was glaring at the Doctor.

"I am your future", he answered, "And you are my past."

"Really? That would be confusing, but I already had practice with wibbly wobbly timey wimey timelines with River."

"I could kill you right now," he threatened, "And keep you from ever causing me the problems that brought me here."

"I wouldn't do that, you see, that would cause a paradox. Plus, I really doubt you can kill me."

"I hold powers that you couldn't possibly dream of, Time Lord!" the cloaked man shouted manically, "I can end the very existence of this world if I wished!"

The Doctor raised both eyebrows, the pony equivalent of receiving a heart attack.

"Well, I'm impressed," he admitted, "I've never seen someone with as much power as you claim you do. I'm guessing that you're not human, correct?"

"Not at all, Doctor. Now, I'm guessing that you're going to defeat me now and fly off in your magic box, isn't that right."

The Doctor shrugged, "More or less, yeah."

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"Oh, c'mon, someone with amazing psychic abilities like yours?" the Doctor leaned closer to the man, "Couldn't you just use telepathy?"

"How do you know this information?"

"My Psychic Detector went Pinkie Pie crazy," he explained, "And now there's a mysterious creature that thinks that he can destroy the Destroyer of the Universe on his own. I just put two and two together. It's four, by the way. Anyway, if you're wondering how I'm blocking your telepathy, I just imagined a door to my mind. Then I chained, welded and deadlocked that door shut. And-"

"But my dear Doctor," the cloaked man interrupted, "What makes you think that I'm alone?"

On cue, a whole group of hooded men appeared from the shadows of the room.

"We've been saving our power to kill the Destroyer, but I think we can spare some for you Doctor!"

The men pulled down their cloaks, reveling a humanoid head, but with a large brain replacing much of the upper half. The brain was protected by a thick, translucent membrane. A single eyestalk protruded the front of the brain, with a long reptilian pupil. The back of the neck covered with sensitive tentacle feelers.

"Oh, and I'm not sure if you noticed, but I gave something to Twilight while you were too busy freaking out about me. It was my psychic paper. On it, I put directions to the TARDIS medicine cabinet. And she should be back right... about... now."

"Doctor! I'm back with the-AHHHHHHH" Twilight screamed seeing the creatures without their hood for the first time, and nearly dropping a black bottle that she received from the TARDIS.

"Ah, thank you, Twilight," he took the bottle, "Do you know what this bottle is full of? A virus with no cure. All you have to do is explain why. Why did you kidnap these people?"

Twilight's captor smiled. "We don't need to answer anything. Anything we dream of becomes reality, even a cure for this 'incurable virus'"

"Oh, really? Because, do you know what this virus does?" The Doctor asked rhetorically, "It tampers with the mind. For you, it should shut off all your powers and give you IQ of a child. An unintelligent child. And then you will die. And don't try any funny business, I can make it blow with this." He pointed at the bottle with his sonic screwdriver.

"Now, why did you kidnap these people?"

"Because we needed food."

"Food? Food? Is that what you think of them? And why the sick ones?" The Doctor demanded.

"Because they are unimportant. We try to keep ourselves secret. And we have a pretty good way of keeping the others from being suspicious."

"Unimportant? If one thousand years of traveling has taught me anything, it's that no one is unimportant. Who do you think you are?"

"I am Jalastrefoica. You can call me Jalast," He bowed "I am of the species of the Somniumforms."

"Somniumform? Also known as the Dream Men by Clom? My, my, my, I've never met one of you. Until now. Anyway, back to the poin-tah, why are you here?"

"New Earth is such a wonderful place. Such potential. But everyday, humans must ruin its surface." Jalast answered in detest.

"I've heard that before," he rolled his eyes, "How do know of this 'Destroyer' stuff? Twilight isn't a destroying type, I know that."

"The legend came to us years ago. One night, every Somnuimform had the same vision. A purple unicorn destroying the Universe."

"Alright. Now, I want you to stop this conquest. Go home, NOW!"

"But where will we go? We have no more home planet. Somnious was destroyed in a great war between two terrible species. I fairly certain that you're familiar with it."

"Doctor, what's he talking about?"

"Twilight, get inside. You lot, there are other uninhabited planets everywhere, scattered around the universe! And with your power, you could make them able to support life." the Doctor protested.

"But this one is perfect," Jalast argued, "And such a wonderful food supply. We have already "

"I'm warning you. I have just enough mercy left for that one warning. Then the virus breaks out. I can destroy you with this. Now, what do you say?" he said

"I say that you're a coward," Jalast replied, "You can't kill. Because that's not the type of man you are."

"Then, looks like I'm a different man when you first met me. Because that was the wrong answer."

Whiiiiiiir

The bottle broke to pieces. It released the gaseous swarm of the virus. The Somnuimforms screamed in pain and terror. Jalast took one last look at the Doctor.

"Goodbye, Doctor," he coughed out, "Until our paths cross once again."

The Doctor walked back in the TARDIS, greeted by Twilight.

"I'm guessing by the look on your face, they didn't agree to your terms."

The Doctor shook his head.

"Well, you did what you had to," She consoled, "Looks like the disappearances will stop."

"Yeah, I guess your righ-" the Doctor stopped mid-sentence, "The disappearances! Twilight, you're brilliant!" He gave himself what Twilight guessed was a face hoof.

"What, what did I say?"

"When you get food, what do you do?"

"I put it in the fridge."

"Exactly!" he hugged her tightly, "If I'm right, the Somniumforms must have stock held the missing persons somewhere!"

Claire sat on the street bench, night was almost upon her. She sang to herself for consolation.

"Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water,

Jack fell down and broke his crown

And Jill came tumbling after."

She was ready to give up on waiting for the Doctor and Martha, when she heard a voice.

"Claire!"

"Daddy! Bobby!" she embraced her lost family with strong hugs.

"Hello!" The Doctor shook his hand, "Told you I'd find them!"

"How on New Earth did you do it?" Claire asked.

"Oh, it wasn't that hard. And sorry it took so long, I had to take care of business," he gave a shrug.

"Oh, thank you!" she looked around, "Where's Martha?"

"She's taking care of a few other kidnappings. Though, that song you sang, what was it?"

"Jack and Jill. Why?"

"Why did you sing that specific song? Did your mum or dad sing it to you when you were going to sleep." Claire's answer was a shake of a head.

"Just curious, I always look out for important things."

"And it that important?"

"Everything could be important, Claire." The Doctor answered, "You just have to look."

"What does that-" Claire's question was interrupted by some sort of wheezing noise.

Whoooooosh whooooosh whoooooosh

"Sorry, love to stay and chat, but my rides here," he apologized, scratching the back of his head.

"Wait," Claire's father grabbed him by the wrist, "Who are you? What was that box?"

"I'm the Doctor, and that's the TARDIS. Can't give you a straightforward answer, sorry."

"In any case, thank you for bringing us back to Claire."

"Don't worry about it!" he smiled, "All in a day's work."

And he slipped into the strange blue box of his.

"That felt good, was able to save more lives!"

Twilight smiled at him, before realizing something.

"What about the virus?"

"What, you mean the bottle? That was just hydrogen. When I released it, it interacted with the oxygen in the air, and created a cool smoke effect."

"What about the Somniumforms?"

"I know enough about them from research. They said that anything they dream of becomes reality. That's nightmares included."

Twilight gaped at him.

"So you're saying that they killed themselves with a virus, which they created with their powers?"

"That's about it,"

"You are one clever alien,"

"I am, aren't I!" he agreed, "So, still want to go with me?"

"Yes! Of course!"

"Good. Because, next stop, old Earth!"