Doctor Whooves: Spoilers!

by Flutters Is Shy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dinky Hooves, Adventure, Derpy Hooves, Crossover, Doctor Whooves, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2403

Somepony or something steals the Doctors Diary. containing unknown knowledge of both the past and future of Equestria, can the Doctor retrieve it before chaos reigns supreme?

The Doctor is old. He's seen many things, both of the past and future.
Everything he's ever seen, he's written down in his little blue book.

The diary of the Time Lord known as The Doctor has been stolen.

Published 2014-08-30 11:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-08 04:29:47 UTC

Day 1

Tuesday, 9:49 am: Woke up, Derpy and Dinky are already gone, Pinkie Pie was in the living room.

Pinkie Pie said that "I" said to say I’m going to be at Sugercube Corner at 6:30 am to help with her latest party
I arrived at Sugercube Corner at 6:24 am, Tuesday.
We ended up making more than a metric ton of cupcakes and fruit punch.
Told Pinkie Pie to inform myself to be here at 6:30 in the morning

Tuesday, 9:28 am: I made my way over to Sweet Apple Acres, giving myself time to arrive normally.
It was then I realized I was supposed to be here yesterday. Or was I here tomorrow? Regardless.
I arrived at Sweet Apple Acres Monday, 9:17. I managed to miss it by a whole day before, so what the hay, gave myself that much extra.
I helped AppleJack with chores, and got 20 bits and a fresh apple pie for my trouble. I tell you what, that dame Pinkie Pie may make a darn good cake, but the illustrious mare Applejack more than knows her way around an apple pie.

Tuesday 12:00 pm, I arrived at that lovely library ran by the element bearer,-Twilight-(see page 712 of book 92-3b-), ate lunch and shared the apple pie with Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Twilight.
Rainbow then told me thanks for the assistance with her training earlier. Mental note. Research how all these paradox's keep popping up. This can't be natural.

Tuesday 10:12 am, I headed over to Breazy Meadows, and I met up with Rainbow Dash to assist with her training.
To lend even more credence to the paradox process, she was confused that I showed up when I did, "very convenient"(her words, not mine.) seeing as she couldn't tell "how cool her new set of moves looked" to observers on the ground.

Tuesday 2:19 pm, I headed over to Rarity's to see if my tie was ready yet. (again, cranberry scone with horseradish sauce? What was I thinking? Utterly revolting.) To my surprise she told me I already got it about an hour ago, then asked me if I was feeling alright. Seriously, even with this much magical energy in this world, the static timeline shouldn't be this...rubbery.

Tuesday 1:13 pm, I went back into Rarity's clothes shoppe, asked if my tie is ready yet. Turns out I overshot my landing and arrived a few minutes too early. Rarity said she was "Just now putting the finishing touches on it," so I waited for a couple of minutes.

Tuesday 1:18 pm, Rarity came out and told me my tie was ready. Looks as spiffy as ever now, so I headed out.

Tuesday 1:19 pm, Was wandering along and out of nowhere got knocked over by Derpy on her mail run. Upon asking what she and Dinky want for dinner, I got the very exuberant response that she wants a salad of mixed flowers.

Tuesday 1:27 pm, I made my way to the market, spent 19 bits on various greens and flowers. (that Cherryblossom lass raised her prices again, its any wonder why people ar-er, scratch that, PONIES[reminder, invent erasable ink] are starting to badmouth her)

Tuesday 2:33 pm, I made my way back to Derpy's house, started cleaning.

Tuesday 4:28 pm, Dear lord her house was messy that took awhile.

Tuesday 4:32 pm, I started making dinner, If I hadn't hurried I might not have had it ready in time, heh.

Tuesday 4:47 pm, Our sweet little Dinky arrived home, her sack scrawled with the word "blankflank". Turns out she was bullied by Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon during lunch again, but they somehow got soaked by a bucket of water that "mysteriously" fell from the second story of the school. All in all, she seems in good spirits.
I excused myself to go get something outside. Good enough of an excuse as any.

Tuesday 11:30 am, I borrowed a bucket from Cake couple, filled it with water.

Tuesday 11:52 am, I dropped the bucket of water on the annoying duo from the second story of the school. Serves them right.

Tuesday 4:49 pm, come back inside, Dinky asks what I was looking for outside. In a moment of panic I stuttered and simply told her I completely forgot what I was looking for.

Tuesday 4:50-5:32 pm, I enjoyed a wonderful time playing with Dinky. I am apparently now the "Dread Pirate Doctorson". I have a hidden booty of pearls or something. I was vanquished on the "isle of lost letters" by the brave pirate hunter "Dinkius the Brave Pirate Hunter."

Tuesday 5:33 pm, Derpy arrived home, tuckered out from her job. Having to fly all about, and with a big bag of heavy mail? I dont blame her. she should really get a raise. We had a nice dinner, talk about our days. I of course ommited my time traveling exploits, its not that Dinky "can't" keep a secret, its just that Derpy and I have promised each other not to tell her until she's old enough.

Tuesday 6:19-6:29 pm, I washed the dishes, and then put them away.

Tuesday 6:30-7:50 pm, I sat and talked with Derpy and Dinky in the living room, each of us telling more and more elaborate stories to pass the time.

Tuesday 7:56 pm, I put Dinky to bed, read her a bedtime story about a far off land with a flank kicking princess. Its her favorite.
As I gave her a kiss on the cheek goodnight, she said thank you for the one this morning.

Tuesday 6:22 am, gave Dinky a kiss on the cheek, she pretended she was still asleep.

Tuesday 8:00 pm, Derpy and I were both exhausted, we both just went to sleep.

The Doctor closed the time worn book, its cover of blue faded and warped. He sighed, and placed the book down on the console in front of him. It was all so tiring, and for yet how long could he continue, this new found life of calm and tranquility? The terrors he had encountered in the past ate at him each time he closed his eyes, yet every moment he spent with Derpy soothed him. This life was too good to be true, for sure. But how long could it last?

Author's Note

Really short entry. May make more chapters/days if this is received well.

Day 2- Entry One

"I used to hate apples. So my mother put smiles on them."

The Doctor snapped awake, a gasp in his throat and tears on his face. The vestiges of a memory long past played tricks in his mind, echoing the voice of a little girl from days past. A little girl, who called for a doctor. The girl who waited.

"Bollocks, its too damned early for this," The Doctor groused, letting out a yawn and wiping the tears from his eyes.

He looked around the room, taking in the early morning glow that played among the surfaces of the furniture. Derpy was nowhere to be seen, as she was an early riser this was nothing new to be had. Tromping downstairs -and refusing to look at any of the clocks, he knew it was 7:15 and thirty two seconds thank you very much, he didn't need a blasted piece of machinery telling him it was a minute past or earlier due to it's innefficient inner workings- he found the rest of the house just as empty.

Derpy must have left for work early, and taken Dinky with her. A shame he hadn't gotten to say goodbye to either of them, but that was the breaks.

Deciding against staying cooped up inside the house alone all day, he clipclopped his way to the town square. Clipclopped. Clopclipped. Clippity clipper dee dipper clop dee dop.

The Doctor stopped, one hoof freezing in midair slightly above the ground. He had always been prone to his mind wandering off without him at times, especially for the last two regenerations. Well, the two before his current one. Quasi-current one? He had gained an entirely new set of regenerations on the planet of Trensalor, on the tallest tower within the town of Christmas.

That regeneration had been... different from his previous two. So much so that the memories he had of when he was them were so wholey jarring, he was hard pressed to call them his own. Rather as if he'd simply been watching through their eyes, waiting until the time when he could move his legs for himself.

Another big change had come when he came to this world, this tiny little pocket dimension with it's own weightless sun, and stars that were as pinpricks among the heavens. It was little wonder the alicorn leaders had such an easy time rearranging the skies to their whims, the entire subset of physics and laws therin were so detached from what the Doctor was used to.

And as any pocket dimension that came with it's own set of rules, so to did he have to abide by them. Within reason, of course. If the Doctor had been a vindictive creature, he could completely twist and destroy this universes fragile rules with but a snap of his fingers. Quite fortuitous that this temptation was denied him, along with his fingers.

Crossing over to this reality had once more changed the Doctor, something he henceforth reffered to as a 'side-regeneration'. He hadn't died, and been forced to regenerate from his new pool of regenerations, but he had been changed to closer fit within the place he was traveling.

Four legs, a snout, bushy tail and mane, and STILL not even a speck of ginger. Shame, that. One would think that if they had an entire body covered with hair at least ONE of the blooming strands would be ginger.

Along with his outward form, the Doctor found his temperment ebbing back towards his eleventh regeneration, veering away from his newest mindset. Once more, he found himself looking back and wondering what his past self had been thinking.

"Morning miss Buttercup," he greeted the green coated mare, stopping her momentarily. "A lovely day we're having, is it not?"

Three, two, one, a blur flew by on it's way to school. An orange coated pegasus puttering her wings to cause the scooter she was perched to zoom off at dissproportionate speeds, the little red wagon tethered behind it containing two scared looking fillys, one a unicorn the other an earth pony.

They were alright for today, he'd have to replace the front left wheel on the wagon before sunday though, otherwise Applebloom would get thrown from it and break both her forelegs. An agonizing situation for any child, even more so for one so energetic.

"Those girls," Buttercup muttered, a smile on her face, "If I hadn't stopped to talk to you, they might have rammed right into me! Somepony should get them to slow down once in a while."

They would have actually missed her. She would have been startled by the close encounter though, causing her to stumble and chip a hoof. She would have then been in a foul mood the entire rest of the day, and an irritated Buttercup is NOT a Buttercup you want assisting in dental procedure. If Colgate knew the headache she'd just been saved, she would have glomped the Doctor and never let go. As it was, the only ponies who could truly reign in Buttercups temper tantrums were her sisters Blossom and Bubbles. And they had their own lives to live.

"Quite," the Doctor agreed, giving her a wide smile, "Well, no harm no foul, wouldn't you say? I hope the rest of your day is so lucky, do give Colgate my best, won't you?"

"I will, and don't you forget you have an appointment coming up, the twenty third of Neigh."

Neigh, May, this world had so many delightfuly bad pony puns. The Doctor was barely able to restrain a smile.

"When have you ever known me to forget a date?" he asked.

"Not even once!" she joked. With that she went on her merry little way, leaving the Doctor to remember what came next.

White Whisper was supposed to be coming down the road now. If she wasn't stalled by thirteen seconds, she'd end up hearing one of her friends making a joke, and become offended to the point where she'd say some choice words herself she'd end up regretting.

The Doctor looked down the road, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting some more.

Waiting eeeeeeeven more.

Oh come on, where the heck was she?

After several more minutes, the Doctor was officially freaked. None of the ponies were doing what he remembered them doing.

What was going on?

Diary End

I'm really sorry to anyone that actually liked this story, but I have decided to mark it as 'Cancelled' and discontinue it.

This is due to multiple factors, mainly that my main desire for writing this story came from my interest in the DR Who series. While I still like it, I no longer feel the desire to go back and endlessly watch episode after episode, and thusly after Netflicks removed the series from their streaming service I promptly lost all ability to watch the series at all.

As such... I really don't care as much as I did about the show that I once did.

Add to that the fact that this story has laid dormant for so long... I never really had any idea of where to take this story. I had the basic idea of 'Dr Whooves has diary, diary gets stolen', but I never went farther than that on the ideas board. I kept coming back to this story, hoping that I would feel inspired to continue it, but nothing ever came of these efforts of futility.

If anyone else wants to use what I have already written up, then feel free to. I won't delete this story from the site, because that would just be running from a failure I was unable to pull myself over. I failed in this story, but I won't throw a fit because of that. I will continue writing my other stories, striving forward to write better works. For those that stuck around to see if this story would ever update...

My apologies for having failed you.