Source Material

by _Medicshy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Crossover, Doctor Whooves, Roseluck, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Adventure, Derpy Hooves
Length: 88719

Sequel to Newsworthy. Doctor Whooves saves Ink Well, showing him the wonders and perils of time.

It's opening night for Ink Well's musical and he's not sure what to make of all of the attention. Between the gifts and the pampering of the producer, the easygoing pegasus simply doesn't know how to handle all of the attention. But when a mysterious pony saves him from assassination, he finds space is far larger than he ever could have expected, and that time has a nasty way of playing tricks on you. This is a sequel to Newsworthy.

Published 2012-03-27 00:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-02 14:23:08 UTC

Ship Shape

Ink Well's stare alternated between the darkness outside and the pony standing at his side. “Space? You mean like with the sun and the moon outer space?”

The Doctor smiled. “Yes!” He then tapped his hoof to his chin, looking around him. “Well, no, not really outer when you're in it. And technically you're on a space ship, a colony ship if I have to guess, Republic design?”

Ink Well saw The Doctor's calm and tried to siphon it, steadying himself and attempting to piece together meaning from everything said and seen. “So these ponies are sleeping on a metal boat sailing through space?”

The Doctor smiled again. “Yep!” Then it faded. “Sort of.” He shook his head. “Not really. The boat concept is a bit simplified, and technically it would be cryogenic stasis and not really sleep, and there's a number of gryphons in here too... but the overall description is,” he poked the air with his hoof and made a popping sound, “bang on!” He patted the metal floor happily. “This ship right under our hooves is hurtling through billions and billions of miles of empty space to reach a tiny bright pinpoint in the universe to land on a planet and expand the Equestrian race.”

Ink Well looked at the pods around him. “But why are they all frozen?”

“Stasis. Not frozen.” The Doctor corrected him before waving the point into obscurity. “Anyway, there simply isn't enough food for them all to be awake. The weight of that alone would never get off of the ground, so in order to make the trip all these ponies and gryphons around us put their lives in somepony else's hooves for who knows how long, trusting to awake on a distant planet and make their future there.” He spun around for a moment looking at the rows upon rows of pods sitting in the cold chamber. “All of these ponies willing to put themselves on the line for the better of their nation... Ah, you ponies are something else.”

Ink Well regarded him suspiciously. “You ponies. You say it like you're not one.”

The Doctor started to walk away. “I'm not.”

Ink Well looked at the brown earth pony standing in front of him, from nose to cutie mark quite clearly a pony. “You sure look like one.”

“Universal equivalence, very complicated concept, not important. Suffice it to say you ponies just happen to look a lot like me, not the other way around.” He stood at an intersection, turning slowly to survey the pods around him. “What is important is a very simple factor. Any guesses?”

Ditzy poked her head around a pod in which the lion tail of a gryphon sat frozen in mid air. “If these are the passengers, where is the crew?”

“Exactly! But if we are to find them, I doubt that this is the room they'd be in. So let's explore!” The Doctor turned on the spot, pointing before him like a compass before settling on an aisle and taking off at a quick pace. The walls of pods stretched off to a distant metal wall, hundreds of them lining this aisle alone while glimpses through crossways and other rows and even stairs leading to an upper level. The Doctor trotted along, ignoring these distractions as he forged ahead, trailing the pegasi behind him.

Ink Well looked over at Ditzy, who seemed to be fascinated in the environment around her as her misaligned eyes scanned both sides of the aisle at once. “Does he do this often?”

Ditzy's eyes returned to roughly center as she looked at him. “Do what?”

“Oh, pick up stray ponies and fly them to strange distant places, smiling all the while?”

Ditzy looked shocked. “The places he chooses aren't just strange. They're amazing! Think about it Ink Well! We are the first ponies to set hoof in space! Relativistically of course. This is a story to tell the grand foals! Oh, I can't wait to see the look on Dinky's face when she finds out!”

“But this is insane! One minute I was watching the opening of my play, and the next minute I was being whisked away while chasing an assassin that had come to get me through time and space!” Ink Well looked at the floor angrily. “There should be some decorum, or at least some warning! But no, here, there, no breaks and no warnings.”

Ditzy looked over at him. “Would you rather not be here?”

Ink Well was taken aback by the question. “Huh?”

Ditzy looked at him earnestly. “Given the choice to leave or follow him, what would you do?”

Ink Well thought back to the roof, how quickly he'd just gone along with it. Barely a moment of hesitation, instantly weighing his show, his career and his safety against some crazy earth pony... And The Doctor had won. Unquestionably. There was just something there... a sureness of motion and yet something infinitely deeper. “I'd follow.”

Ditzy smiled brightly at him. “I did too, and you know what? I've learned to stop questioning and have fun! This chance comes once in a lifetime, don't waste it all by worrying.”

Just then The Doctor made a sharp turn right, causing both ponies to scramble to follow only to almost run into him as he suddenly stopped at a door. He looked at it for a moment, frowning in the red glow coming from the light above it.

Ditzy walked up next to him, seeing his expression. “What's wrong?”

“This is a horrible design. Nothing to open it, no motion sensors, the door locks from the other side. It makes no sense.”

Ditzy shrugged. “Makes sense to me. It's not like any of the sleeping ponies are going to need to go anywhere.”

The Doctor looked at her, still irked. “But that's not the point. Why-”

Ink Well chimed in simultaneously, cutting off The Doctor. “Why is this door locked at all? If anypony on the crew needs to get in, then a lock is a hindrance, and if the door were to close or if somepony were to wake up, they'd be stuck inside.”

“Exactly! Horrible design! I thought bugs like this would be ironed out of the system early, but they stick around for centuries.” The Doctor sighed, pulling his blue tipped pen from his collar with his teeth and pointing it at the door. It whined loudly, and a few moments later the red light turned green, the door sliding open of its own accord with a muted 'whoosh'. With a smile he tossed his pen in the air, letting it land back in his collar as he walked through the door, the other two following behind.

The space behind it held a solid metal corridor two ponies wide with a fair bit of headroom, electric lights above keeping the whole area well lit. There were three doors set far apart along the right wall and two intersections splitting off to the left. Very far opposite was a door matching the one they came out of, though closed. Every door was topped with a red light, a small panel to the right of each door having a matching light set above a horizontal slot.

The door slid shut behind them with the same muted sound, the light switching back to red and sealing the ponies out. Taking that as a cue, The Doctor walked to the nearest door, pulling a little brown leather book from his collar that he flipped open, sliding it through the slot. The light above it blinked green, the door to its left sliding open to let all three ponies peek in. Metal crates were packed into the room, which stretched both high above and back a fair ways. The Doctor nodded, walking away as the door slid shut. “Storage, good to know. You'd think they'd label these things.”

“Well the crew knows its way around,” Ditzy chimed in brightly, “while we get to find out!” Ditzy hopped into the air, going into a spinning turn as she flew ahead and ducked down the first hallway.

“Well said Derpy!” said The Doctor as he followed her, slipping into the corridor behind his companion and leaving Ink Well to trail behind them again as he placed a hoof on the smooth metal wall.

What was this stuff? It wasn't the familiar brass and wood finish of everything back home, it wasn't even the cold steel of the newer buildings. The pods, the halls, the storage space, all the same brushed metal that felt so cold and... sleek. Even the new hospital felt homelier than this place... Ink Well shook the thought from his mind, rounding the bend the others had taken.

The connecting corridor had a curve to it that slipped to the right and out of view, a single door set in either wall. With Ditzy hovering excitedly around him, The Doctor slid his flip book through the slider next to the door on the left, the door immediately sliding open and letting the trio see inside. It was a library, all the walls were lined with dark wood bookshelves filled to bursting, a balcony around the edge creating a second story in a similar state. Hanging from the center of the ceiling was a banner, a silver star set within a crescent moon, two silver-edged blue wings extending from the moon's edge and all sitting on an alternating navy and blue field. Beneath it was more shelving, filling the center of the ground floor and resting upon blue and silver carpeting that ran the entire room, all of it radiating from a stone statue that dominated the space. It was an aged stallion in royal finery posed nobly, chin held high, wings outstretched. Within the crook of his foreleg was a book, within his mouth a fountain pen, and on his face was determination, his eyes seemingly bright and boundless despite his age. Upon his head was perched a tattered fedora, far out of place from the rest of his clothing.

All three entered the room, Ink Well and Ditzy awe struck by the statue while The Doctor seemed far more interested in the literary splendor around him. “Books! Actual paper books, in space! And is that carpeting? Oh I like whoever built this ship!” He sprinted off to the side, walking excitedly down the bookshelves and immediately lost among them.

Both pegasi ignored him for the moment, instead approaching the statue. Ink Well looked up at the face while Ditzy focused on the writing carved around the base.
“One Source, Endless Possibilities.” she read aloud, causing Ink Well to look at her curiously. She smiled, looking up at the statue again. “Inspiring words.”

Ink Well walked over to the plaque at the bottom, reading it for himself. “How does he...” Beneath the first phrase there was more, which he read aloud. “In memory of the First Arbiter, bringer of peace between the nations.” He looked puzzled. “Who is this pony? Is there a name written anywhere?”

Ditzy circled the statue, examining it carefully. “Nope. Just that. And his clothes cover up a cutie mark, so we don't even get that for a hint.”

Ink Well took a few steps back, taking in the entire piece. “How did he quote what's carved on the bottom of my ink pot?”

The Doctor came back at that moment, a pillar of books piled unsteadily on his back and another gripped in his mouth while yet another book was balanced on one forehoof as he attempted to read and walk at the same time. “Look at this!” he said, dropping the book betwixt his teeth. “Actual analogue books in space! Such a waste of energy for such a noble cause! There's nothing like a good book on a long trip. The smell, the feel, the adventure, nothing like 'em.”

Ink Well kept looking at the statue in puzzlement, his mind on other things than books. “Doctor, who is this pony?”

The Doctor looked at the statue as though noticing it for the first time. “Oh! Him? Well what does the plaque say?”

Ditzy shrugged, landing next to him. “It doesn't give a name. Just says he's the 'First Arbiter,' whatever that is.”

“Then that's who he is!” The Doctor tossed the book on his hoof to the side, picking another off the pile and flipping through it quickly.

Ink Well wasn't satisfied with the answer. “But peace between the nations? What nations? Do I know him? Because why else does he-?”

The Doctor cut him off, tossing his latest read aside. “Ink Well, when you read, do you skip straight to the last page?”

Ink Well's brain skipped a thought, jarred by the sudden topic change. “Of course not, but what does that-?”

“Asking a time traveler about the future is like skipping to the end of a book: all that's there are spoilers and words that ruin the experience.” The Doctor took the last book off of his back, flipping through it in one swoop before placing it in the pile he'd made beside him. “Besides, you'll know soon enough. He springs up in your lifetime.” The Doctor looked around the room, eyes tracing the spines of the many books surrounding them. “But we aren't here for a history lesson, we're here for a crew! Come on, next room!”

Ink Well motioned to the room around him. “I think I'll just stay here for a moment, try to-”

“No you won't.” The Doctor grabbed him up like a tornado, whisking both he and Ditzy from the room and back into the hallway. “Books are wonderful on a trip, but we're not traveling yet, we're on a mission! There will be plenty of time for reading later.” As if to emphasize his point the door shut behind him, blocking the view of the mystery stallion with solid metal once more. As soon as that happened The Doctor stepped up to the door opposite the library one, opening it and offering the pegasi entrance. Flustered by his denial Ink Well entered, jaw dropping at the sight within.

Within the sleek interior was what could only be described as a park, the metal walls giving way to vines and flowers while the center of the room became filled with trees and bushes of all sizes and types, some perfectly recognizable while others were quite alien. Metal flooring instantly became smooth stone and dirt and grass, taking with it all the previous accusations of coldness. The room itself was tear shaped, a door set into the point and two opposite each other while the walls curved around the perimeter, each lined with small glass containers containing delicate looking flowers and ferns, most unlike any Ink Well had ever seen. Set into the center of the room was a beautiful marble statue of Princess Luna reared up and mid-declaration. Beneath it was, standing free from the stone of the rest of the statue was a silver version of her cutie mark with an added star in the center and wings extended form the edges, matching the crest hanging in the library. She was scarcely changed at all from how he'd seen her back at the opening, only a slight change in the princess regalia suggesting a raise in status to that of Celestia's wear. Yet even Luna's impressive visage couldn't hold a candle to the sight behind it.

It was a tree of solid crystal with a brown-tinted angular trunk that grew nearly fifty feet to the ceiling, a glass dome showing the passing stars and asteroids outside. The tree was set on its own island, crystal clear water surrounding the hexagram base. Triangular branches led to green-tinted perfectly square leaves adorning the tree's crown, with pentagonal flowers coming in every every shade and tone of the rainbow, varying from perfectly clear and see-through to an almost black fully opaque violet. Shining down from the edges of the dome were lights, each of them pointing through the slightly transparent leaves and bathing the entire room in a light green, while the lights that fell on flowers spotted the floor with color. Within the trunk swirled a rainbow liquid, flowing like water from the leaves throughout the entirety of its body. From the canopy hung rainbow vines of varying length, from the ends of which grew spherical bulbs that glowed with their own light, radiating a golden sunny light that suffused the room.

Ink Well was drawn to the bulbs like moth to a flame, entranced by the glow as he slowly hovered towards it. The Doctor gently grabbed his hoof, pulling him back to the floor. “Like it? Flora Arbor Pomum Crystallinus, The Crystal Apple Tree. Well, 'plant tree fruit of crystal' if you want to translate directly, but that doesn't flow nearly as well. It operated by splitting magic from light. The magic is stored within various parts, different components of spectra used in different parts of the tree, while the light passes through, creating rainbows from saplings while older ones create the leaf and flower patterns like this one. Excess magic is stored in the fruit of the tree and can be used as a light source, a power source, or a spell in the right hooves.” He smiled, jumping over to the island and tapping the tree trunk appreciatively with his hoof. “Marvelous bit of nature there. A worthy symbol of the New Lunar Republic nearly as important to them as their crest.”

Ditzy piped up from next to the Luna statue where she was reading the plaque. “In the name of The New Lunar Republic? Who are they?”

“Ah! That's a good question, though...” The Doctor thought about it for a moment, casting a furtive glance at Ink Well before continuing. “Ah, a bit of history wouldn't hurt. In the future there will be an Alliance comprised of two nations: the New Lunar Republic, led by Princess Luna, and the Solar Empire, led by Princess Celestia. When the world became full, both nations expanded to the stars, the Lunar Republic having an edge because they started sooner, but both claiming millions of planets in their name throughout multiple galaxies on colony ships like this one. For the Republic the tradition is to plant a crystal tree at the start of the voyage and center the new colony around it when they land, helping with atmosphere both within the ship and on the new planet if the air isn't quite right. Judging by the size of this one I'd say they started... ten years ago?” He looked around the room, slightly puzzled. “That's a fairly long trip for a ship at this tech level. Most land within two...”

He jumped back from the island to the main part of the room, landing next to Ditzy. “You know, there is a funny story about the crystal tree. It's the only one to be found on two separate celestial bodies, one on Earth and then many older specimens on the far side of the moon. It's believed that they originated there as a construct of Nightmare Moon, then migrated on a meteor to...” He and Ditzy walked around the room, The Doctor talking and Ditzy listening in fascination as they moved around the rest of the room examining the other plants.

Meanwhile Ink Well was left behind once more, eyes locked on the tree as he pulled out his notebook and tried to somehow sketch the beauty before him in simple ink, even words failing him at the moment. As he did, a fragrance caught his nose, sweeter than anything he had ever smelled, with notes of complexity that boggled the mind with their sharpness, an almost angularity to the scent. It was beautiful, the smell of pure air through the filter of floral nature, somehow far more alluring than even perfume. If only Rose could recreate this she would...

“Rose...” Ink Well's mind stopped mid thought, his pen dropping onto his notebook as he stared at the incredible plant before him. Here he was in the future on an amazing adventure, seeing something nopony had ever seen before, and who was he with? Was it the pony he loved, the one who'd been by his side for a year now supporting him through both good times and bad? No, it was a walleyed mailmare and some alien, if that was to be believed. He hadn't even thought of her once before now, left behind in the assault and forgotten in the strangeness of everything. And it was a smell that brought her back to him, like she was just some perfumer, nothing more...

Ink Well kicked himself inwardly. What was wrong with him today? First the time change without even asking her and now missing all of this? Well, he could never bring it up. It was a story nopony would believe, one that would have to be sold as a fiction even without any embellishments. But that was the beauty of it! Something like this should have been shared. Now it'd just be some wild tale of his, not even a souvenir except for his little notebook...

Unless... He looked up at the tree, the many flowers high above glittering in the ambient light. While it wouldn't change the situation, perhaps a fragrant little piece of proof could provide the evidence needed and the inspiration missed. It wouldn't begin to make up for her missing this, but it could at least be a start.

Ink Well looked around, seeing The Doctor happily pointing out the various plants to Ditzy while she looked truly fascinated and supplied little inputs and queries. Neither had seemed to notice that he wasn't with them, not for the first time, either. But, seeing they were distracted, Ink Well stealthily flapped to the back of the tree, out of sight of the pair. He flew around the pointed base, marveling how the crystal seemed both so lively and so solid, gnarled like a tree while maintaining somehow the smoothness and crispness of a gem. Reaching the top he scanned the crystal canopy, smiling as his eyes fell upon what he was looking for: a single perfectly clear flower glistening in the light, it's pentagonal petals emitting the sharp, titillating smell directly to him. This close it was amazing, so strong that he was sure he'd be overwhelmed had he not been living with the constant smells of the distillery. For all the pleasantness of the result, it was sometimes amazing the levels of stench that room could reach...

Clearing his head of the wonderful scent he tilted forward carefully, wing beats steady as he tried to keep his body motionless in the air. It looked as though a single would shatter the delicate beauty before him, so sudden movements were being avoided at all costs. But in the back of his mind he felt the duo could miss him any second, and this caused him to urge himself past his care. Gently he let his teeth close around the stem, a small amount of the surprisingly spicy-sweet sap slipping onto his tongue as it gave way to the pressure, both soft like a normal plant but rigid and brittle like glass. Would it snap if he pulled, or would it gently give? A cut mouth was not something he was looking forward to. Slowly he changed his wing's motion, hovering backward and hoping for the best.

Through the vast emptiness of space floated the colony ship, twisting slowly as it approached the dark little yellow and green planet orbiting the nearest star. It was still millions of miles away on a relatively slow approach, but in a few hours they would converge, it's decade long mission finally ending. Surrounding the strange ship were thousands of asteroids, ranging in size from the smallest pebble to the largest continents as they pirouetted through the void, each moving in a seemingly chaotic pattern that the ship's path managed to thread between, its spin keeping a comfortable space between it and the rocks.

It would have been impossible for the ship's sensors to see the electromagnetic spike against the radiation pouring off the blazing star, the blip of light on the asteroid easily attributable to a million different causes. And the slight variation in the path of the room-sized rock seemed normal enough, despite the lack of any impact seeming to cause it. Yet on the face of the celestial boulder, standing firm within a crater, there seemed to be a tiny metal figure, its eyes firmly affixed to the fast approaching hull. Were it alive there would have been a slight tingle as it passed through the shields. Instead a satisfied whirr traveled through the newly entered atmosphere, the sound suddenly appearing from the vacuum moments before rock and ship collided.

The entire ship rocked, the tree itself jumping to the side. Ink Well's heart skipped as he reached for the suddenly free falling flower, grabbing it gently by the stem out of the air. He quickly placed it in the pocket of his jacket, dodging the still shaking tree branches and the tinkling leaves as he bolted to the floor below. By the time he landed the entire room was bathed in a red glow, a klaxon blaring in the distance. He rounded the tree, running to The Doctor and about to ask him a question when a voice echoed throughout the room seemingly from nowhere.

“Would the three stowaways in the terrarium kindly report to the north exit?” the mare's voice calmly asked. “You are to be escorted to the bridge. The captain has some questions for you.”

When the voice was silent and the only noise was the distant klaxon, Ditzy interrupted Ink Well to ask his question. “Doctor, what's going on?”

The Doctor looked not confused, but not entirely sure of the situation. “It felt like we hit something.” He grinned happily. “I suppose we'll find out more once we get to the bridge now won't we Derpy?”

Ditzy grinned back, nodding. “I suppose we will, Doctor.”

Ink Well saw the knowing smile they gave each other and just felt out of the loop, these two ponies oddly grinning in the face of danger just adding to reasons why he wished for additional company. “So... we're complying?”

The Doctor nodded, walking to the door set at the point of the tear and opening it while he talked back to the inquiring pegasus. “Of course! What kind of doctor would I be if I didn't help ponies in need?” He turned around, stopped short by an olive green earth pony in a sharp navy blue jacket outfit with gold bar epaulettes. “Oh! Hello. We were just going to-”

An electric whine pierced the room, focused from a set of small, wicked looking cannons strapped to the pony's sides. She gave the trio a stern look, going over them individually with red eyes protected by the black brim of her kepi. “No sudden movements you three. You're coming with me.” Both her lapel and the front of her hat were emblazoned, her chest with a multicolored array in a block and her hat with the New Lunar Republic crest. On each of her front shoulders were two silver point chevrons, gleaming in the harsh corridor light.

The Doctor took a step forward. “Well we were abo-”

The earth pony leaped back, adjusting the aim on her weapon. “I said no movements!”

The Doctor froze in place, his hoof mid-step. He frowned. “It's going to be very difficult to go with you if we can't move.”

The armed pony huffed, settling down slightly. “Right. Then come out slowly. No. Sudden. Motions. Got it?”

The Doctor nodded and walked calmly into the hall, followed by Ditzy, who, despite her best efforts, just couldn't seem to quite get her hooves in line, weaving slowly to the side and stepping in a cadence that visibly put the earth pony further on edge. Ink Well was last to exit, taking great care while falling into line behind the other two. The door slid closed behind him and he watched with nervous interest as the earth pony strafed behind behind them, her body never orienting in a way that aimed the cannons even a sliver of an inch away.

“March!” The order was resolute and commanding, which made it that much more noticeable when the trio didn't move. Ink Well shifted unsteadily, mentally urging The Doctor to let him walk away from the weapon he could feel itching to fire at him. He glanced back, seeing a very disgruntled face glaring at him. “What's the hold up?”

The Doctor looked back, a worried look on his face. “It appears I don't know where we are marching to. I can't very well lead the group if-”

The olive pony was having none of it, shouting loud enough to make Ink Well wince. “It's the door at the end of the hall, now MARCH!”

The Doctor held up a placating hoof. “Okay. Settle down, I got it.” He began to trot forward, keeping a steady pace that the others were able to fall in line with, creating a parade down the metal corridor. There were a number of doors set into either wall, the ones on the right very close together, almost more like access hatches than proper doors. Each step fell in unison with a muted 'clink' apart from those of the blonde pegasus, marching out a syncopated rhythm all their own.

Despite the calm radiating off The Doctor, Ink Well was feeling none of it. Perhaps it was the weapon he could feel aiming for the back of his head, but this didn't bode well for him, and he didn't like it. He couldn't help but wish himself back at the theater in the nice comfy cushion, the applause wafting up from below as the second act started, the whole attempt on his life forgotten. Nothing worthwhile would have been missed. Not even a good story. What kind of story starts with being taken prisoner on a ship anyway? Actually, that's a bad question, a lot of them do, but those all called for a daring escape he really wasn't equipped for, and something told him the guard behind him wasn't the kind to leave the keys on a nearby table and fall asleep.

The footstep's echoes altered as they neared the end of the hallway, the acoustics changing with the upcoming wall. As they approached the double doors set into the back wall they slid open, two ponies rushing past them and down the hall, an orange earth pony and a zebra, both with tool saddlebags and navy blue caps and ascots, the hats emblazoned with the NLR crest. They ran past the marching quartet, only acknowledging their presence by being sure not to collide with them. The four continued on, traveling through the newly vacated frame.

The view before them was dominated by the void outside. Asteroids tumbled every which way around the ship, each lit by the glaring sun that filled the left side of the window, while in the center rotated a small yellow and green sphere. Around the edges of the window ran numbers and calculations, red arcs appearing and flickering on screen for mere moments before turning green and disappearing.

“Starcall. Atmosphere still holding up?” The voice came from a grand, high backed seat upon a raised platform in the center of the room. A dusty red mane flowed around the edge, but the chair back was all that was visible.

“Yes captain. The hull breach is minor, the shields can hold it while repairs come. Small asteroid collision, one the computer must have missed.” This voice came from a pony in a navy blue shirt on the right side of the room, two long, thin violet ears poking from a shocking blue mane.

A deep rose red hoof clad in a black shoe extended from the chair, pointing to a collection of ponies on the left side of the room. “Right then! Fi, you take over support. I believe the visitors are here.”

“Yes ma'am!” said a yellow unicorn in a navy neckerchief, a tool saddlebag, and a soft hat similar to the olive pony's hat if it were to relax. She saluted, turning to a panel in the wall and speaking into a grille in it.

The door closed behind the entering party. “Halt!” called the pony behind Ink Well, causing the three to stop. The armed pony continued. “Captain! I have brought you the saboteurs!”

“Oh, they are hardly saboteurs, but they are stowaways, so for them I have a simple question.” The chair in the center of the room swiveled, revealing a large deep rose red pony that filled the entire seat. She surveyed The Doctor and his companions with emerald eyes, a stern look coming from beneath a navy blue peaked cap, the NLR crest displayed proudly amongst silver trimming. Around her neck was a matching ascot, a silver four bar chevron at the tie point. However, all of this was overshadowed by a very important detail.

Sitting in the chair before them was an alicorn, the only one Ink Well knew of that wasn't either of the princesses. Her wings were folded carefully at her side, her horn glowing a soft green, though what her magic was focused on seemed unapparent. She had a dusty orange mane with swirling patches of dark red and light yellow collecting and dispersing, waving from its own mystic breeze. Within the long amorphous mane were brilliant points of light, bleeding through the dust from at once a million miles away and a hair's breadth away. Upon her flank shone a pink dust cloud in the shape of a pony's head.

The alicorn leaned forward in her chair, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “What are you three doing on my ship?”

Stowaways

{Hello all, please excuse my interruption, but I would like to give credit where it is due. The concept of Lunar Ponies comes with permission from CyberToaster's comic ( http://cybertoaster.deviantart.com/gallery/32290123#/d48503u ) on Deviant Art , so please send love to their creator! Now back to your story.}

“Well? I'm waiting.” The burgundy alicorn's hoof began to tap on the arm of her throne, though her voice stayed calm. “Or would you like some time in the airlock to think on it?”

Though Ink Well and Derpy were stunned by her presence, after a moment of thought The Doctor was ready. “Right, sorry, how rude of us. Our pods opened prematurely and we were a little confused, so we decided to stick together. Now let me see if I have my...” The Doctor fumbled around, making an act out of searching himself with his hooves before reaching one into his collar, pulling his brown leather booklet free and flipping it open. “Ah!” Ink Well caught a glimpse of writing on the paper within before The Doctor spoke, confidently showing the paper to the captain. “I am John Smith, ship engineer, luckily enough, and this,” he motioned to Derpy with one hoof while he passed his identification over his back with the other, catching it with the first hoof and bringing it to bear, “is Derpy, my assistant. Our cryopods failed and the emergency protocol woke us up.”

The alicorn seemed to appraise the paper suspiciously, carefully weighing their story. With no real indication to her thoughts her gaze shifted from the pair to Ink Well. “And you? What's your story?”

Ink Well felt like a flag flapping in the breeze as he looked over at The Doctor, who once again seemed to have only just realized he was there. The Doctor started to speak, passing his paper behind his back once more, but was stopped by Ink Well taking charge. “I'm Ink... Blot, same boat really, just found myself wandering the room until I ran into those two and they helped me out.”

“Really...” The alicorn looked intrigued, stepping down from her throne and examining the parchment furred pegasus. She circled him slowly, trailing thick wires behind her as she looked him over from his burn-darkened hooves to his messy blue-black mane, her scanning ending on his sharp green-trimmed tuxedo jacket and his cutie mark, partially hidden beneath the jacket's tails. Ink Well couldn't help but stare at the wiring following her every step, at least two dozen tendrils that trailed from points inserted in her crest and down her back, humming energetically as they coiled and looped across the ground before traveling through the throne and out into the floor they now stood on. It looked... immensely painful, both the holes drilled into the pony and the weight she dragged around, but it felt like it had a clear purpose. Still, how could any pony stand that sort of treatment? What could it possibly be for?

As he contemplated the body modifications, Nebula returned to her chair, the wires reeling themselves back in as she sat until they were hidden under her mane, the alicorn looking regal once more. At length she spoke, a grin just edging her mouth. “You know, I don't recall meeting with such a well dressed pegasus before the trip began. Didn't you know the cryopod would ruin your suit?”

“Well, yeah, but,” Ink Well stalled, trying to figure out a convincing lie while that age-wizened gaze stared through him. After much too long a pause thought failed him, so he went with what he had. “I thought it was such an important journey that I just had to look my best.” He glanced over at The Doctor, seeing Derpy looking slightly worried while The Doctor seemed calm, only his eyes betraying his disappointment at Ink Well's shoddy lie.

While the three's focus was all on each other, the captain glanced over to her second in command, the violet pony to the edge of the room. The pony had since turned around, their eyes locking for a moment before the captain shook her head. The pony nodded in return, pivoting back towards the computer while the alicorn's eyes returned to the trio. Not a moment later The Doctor stepped froward. “Now, if I may, Captain, I was wondering about the little jostle just now. Did something impact the ship?”

The alicorn waved the question away. “Do not worry about it at all, Mr. Smith. The turbulence you experienced is being taken care of by our own engineers and then we'll get you three back in your pods.”

The olive pony stepped up beside them, rattling off a sharp salute. “Captain Nebula, I believe these saboteurs are responsible for the failure in our sensors! We can't just take their word on being passengers!” Seeing the lack of response from the Captain, the olive pony tried with a slightly modified tact. “At the very least these ponies are stowaways! You can't have them coming along on your ship!”

The Doctor looked from the olive pony to the alicorn, excitement crossing his features. “Nebula? As in 'first-pony-in-space' 'Captain-of-the-NLR...” he looked over at Ink Well, omitting something from his thought before finishing it “...' that Nebula? How exciting! How long have you been flying?”

Nebula ignored him, causing him to look slightly insulted as she instead addressed the uniformed pony flatly, like she was about to explain something to a young foal. “Lieutenant Fire, it is not good to go throwing words like saboteur around. Let's just think this through for a minute. If they are saboteurs, then you'd think they'd have made their move before now, and you'd doubly think they'd have done so here, in the bridge, where the crew was, or in the engines, the one thing it would have been difficult to replace. They certainly wouldn't target the Colony Sectors, for those are primarily empty space and hardened cryopods, one of which is nearly impossible to destroy and neither of which are integral to the ship. Now if they are merely stowaways, then they have done a good job of hiding from your daily patrols for ten years, haven't they Head-of-Security Rapid Fire?”

The Lieutenant flustered for a moment, pride injured at being called out, but not willing to back down on her point yet. “If they have then they are truly crafty, and who knows what they could be capable of! Just their being here is a danger! We must punish them before they can act!”

Nebula just kept going, a faint smirk showing from her little victory. “I have yet to see them be more than helpful and confused, but if what you say is true, then they will be punished accordingly. For all we know these three may be telling the truth and were released in a pod failure, and Warrant Officer Starcall is looking into that possibility. Right Officer?”

“Right Captain. Now if you three could just look in my direction for a moment.” The voice that sounded matched the one that had broadcast in the terrarium, belonging to the violet pony at the edge of the room, who turned from the banks of monitors to face the newcomers. She smiled kindly from a strangely angular face, which began at her nose and seemed to swoop back to two large rubbery quills stabbing rearwards from her cheeks. A long cobalt blue mane swirled in front of her, balancing her face and matched in length by her thin, tall ears. The backs of her hooves came to points from the legs, one of which was raised to touch a headset on the right side of her face that covered one of her eyes with a small glowing round screen. But her other eye was visible, a dazzling sapphire shining on her features. Yet, there was something intrinsically wrong with it, and it took a second glance to spot: the pupil of her eye was the colored portion while the iris was pitch black, contracting to better see them in the light. To Ink Well it was an unsettling effect, thankfully ended after just an instant as the display on her monocle changed and she nodded to them, turning back to the wall with a “Thank you!”

The trio then turned back to Nebula, receiving a smile born of a calmness in power as they did so. However the Captain's gaze was focused on Rapid Fire. “There. No difficulty at all. But since you are so eager to accuse them, you can be the one to make sure they stay here while Starcall works. Now go set up a containment in the corner while the ship gets back to landing.”

Lieutenant Rapid Fire was rather unenthusiastic about the arrangement, mostly because of the extensive belittling she'd just undergone, but she still rattled off a sharp salute to the Captain before herding The Doctor to the side near the yellow unicorn and a much younger muted-blue pegasus, both of whom seemed quite engaged by a display in the wall. After the trio was far enough out of the way Rapid Fire stopped them with a “Halt!” before pacing back and forth, guarding their exit with her body.

Great, thought Ink Well as the olive pony marched before him. In lock down like some criminal. Real smooth up there by the way, really showed them all of those acting skills. Your father would be proud. You were running better cons with the Equirer you stupid... Frustrated, he paced his own smaller circuit, silently berating himself. You just had to go running off with The Doctor, didn't you? Trapped in the future for being a stowaway, nopony's ever going to believe that anymore than they'll think I met some bunny/pony hybrid with crazy eyes. If you didn't have that flower Rose wouldn't... He sighed, sitting down on the spot and feeling the weight of the crystal jacket in his pocket. You can't end this here, Inky. If not for you, you've got to get out of here for her. He looked over at The Doctor and Ditzy, neither of which were happy with the current situation either, though they didn't look nearly as confused as he was. They were probably used to this kind of thing. Maybe they'd have insight as to the best use of time in this scenario. “Doc-”

“Doctor?” Chimed in Ditzy, cutting Ink Well off. “I thought you said you'd met the last of the lunar ponies in Ponyville just before meeting me. If that's the case, how can there be one here?”

The Doctor smiled, looking at his companion warmly. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing. I thought the Vashta Nerada had managed to wipe them out when I visited the moon, but I suppose there must have been some other than Viva that managed to survive, hiding away somewhere. And since that whole incident, while just a year or two ago for you my dear Derpy, was nearly sixteen hundred years ago if we're on the ship I think we are on they've probably had a long time to reemerge and even integrate with society. The moon was first visited by none other than our captain fifteen hundred years ago, so it would come as no surprise if she was the first to established contact.”

“Wait.” Ink Well cut in, brain failing to catch any of the statements that had just come from The Doctor's mouth. While he had quite a few questions, he decided going in order would be appropriate. “I'm sorry, I think I missed a future history lesson or two and I may be behind. What is a lunar pony?”

“Starcall is.” The Doctor pointed to the violet pony on the opposite side of the room who had returned her attentions to the panel before her. “They were created by Nightmare Moon while she was banished to the moon to keep her company and be her loyal subjects. I had thought they were all wiped out, but if there's one there must be more.” He smiled brightly as he continued. “That's really good news, and oddly enough explains why there was a shift in telescope design after visiting the moon and not before. Matches their eyes.”

“You mean how they're all w-” Ink Well stopped himself, mindful of the swiveling of the large ears across the room, “err, reversed?”

“Yes, you see, these ponies originated in the low atmosphere of the moon which, among many other things, is a perfect place from which to observe the stars without anything getting in the way. I think they probably have a connection to the stars the same way pegasi are connected to the sky or earth ponies are connected to the ground, and since they were created by the magic of Nightmare Moon, their eyes were formed for best viewing ability of their element, though it really isn't too good for close-up viewing, but there's always sacrifices. Besides, it's made up in style points in the ears and the leg spines. Anyway, since they were probably met on the first expedition to the moon, the fact that a telescope with similar principles to their eyes appeared in Equestria a few years later suddenly makes a lot more sense from a timeline perspective, though I do sometimes have trouble with those. You still fascinate me with the way your technology is developed, such an odd cadence to the findings. I believe you might be the only race I've ever come across to figure out space travel before the automobile.”

Ditzy looked at him, confusion in her skewed eyes. “The what?”

Quickly The Doctor shook his head. “Nothing. Nothing. Just a rambling thought.”

Ink Well was starting to get the edges of a concept there, but niggling details were sticking out all over the place. “Earlier you said something about Nebula being the first pony in space. Is that true? Is she really fifteen hundred years old?”

The Doctor jabbed a hoof forward again, punctuating the point. “Indeed! Little more than that, actually, but she is an alicorn. So far as any record shows alicorns are immortal. Both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna remain alive to this day and they're both over four thousand, with who knows how long still stretching out ahead of them.”

“But there were only ever the two Princess alicorns, how could another show up?”

The Doctor shrugged, something he seemed to be little-practiced in as the move came off awkwardly. “It's unknown just how, but occasionally an alicorn is just born to a normal family of ponies, though of course the rare blessing is often made into a leader or spiritual guide of ponies near their birthplace. Just off the top of my head Princess Cadence comes to mind as another one you had in your time, but there were more later on. Nebula was born less than a decade after the end of the Civil War, a time still rife with possibilities for leadership, so the fact that she is a Captain under Princess Luna is... well, noble in a way, keeping the alliance intact and all.”

“But are the other Princesses modified like that? What are all of those wires coming off of her?”

The Doctor moved his hoof, about to speak when another voice cut him off. “Oh! I think I know!” said Ditzy, letting her brain run as The Doctor gave the floor to her. “I think those wires that connect her brain to the ship, letting her look through it's 'eyes'. However, I think they also might have been using her as some sort of power source. There was the sound of humming energy coming off of her, like it was tapping into her magic, and the monitor in the main window was glowing the same color her horn was when we walked in. I only noticed it though because the whole machine has felt like it's been running off of more than electricity since we got here.”

The Doctor looked skeptical. “Oh, I don't know about that. I don't think that ponies would ever submit another to...” He stopped, face growing serious as a thought occurred. “No, wait, that's... that's brilliant! The technology on this ship isn't ready for anything more strenuous than a quick intra-galactic hop, but if the extra energies from her magics were to be channeled correctly... Unicorn magic has been a known power source for years, with magic-infused hextech the basics of everyday life, so having an alicorn at hoof, she could probably run the entire ship by herself!”

Ink Well was distressed by the idea. “But to do that to another pony! The connection points looked so harsh, tapping into her spine... The pain must have been intense! To do that against her will...”

“How do you know it was against my will?” The three ponies turned around, only noticing the alicorn behind them when she spoke. Immediately both Ink Well and Ditzy bowed, while The Doctor simply nodded professionally. Nebula nodded back, smirking at the others as she continued. “Oh, stop grovelling. I'm a Captain, not a Princess, look me in the eye and salute like a good soldier.” The two pegasi stood once more, both looking slightly sheepish for their reactions as they saluted her. Nebula carried on, seeming not to notice their discomfort. “I couldn't help but overhear your little conversation, and while the gaps in your knowledge are... interesting to say the least, I would like to clarify one thing: I authorized the implants myself, many ages ago, for exactly the reasons you mentioned Derpy. They were done centuries ago as the only means to power the first intergalactic hoppers, but much of the same principle were used for this intragalactic beauty. Real leaps and bounds from the prototype combustion engine that sent me into orbit that first time...”

Ditzy tilted her head at the alicorn, brow furrowed as she thought about something. “Wouldn't the ride over have been more efficient if you didn't have a crew? You're connected into all of the systems, you could run everything on your own.”

Nebula nodded. “You're right, I could, and yes, I could've saved a lot of energy letting the crew sleep, but I could've also saved a lot of energy by keeping all the books in data form rather than book, and I didn't do that either. Leaving me alone on this ship I could have run everything, read the entire library through, sat alone in the darkness feeling the seconds slowly slip by, and that was the original plan, but then came Spanner over there,” she pointed to the young muted-blue pegasus, not even eighteen by the look of his still gangly form. “He remembered an elementary school story about another alicorn who spent a long period of time alone and how it effected her both times it happened, and he didn't want anypony feeling that way. And then I needed a pony to train him, so Fusebox came on board, and then Chip and Edge wanted along, and then a few more wanted in and by that point a doctor was necessary so Steelheart joined and, look at that, now I'm anything but lonely. And I still finished every book in the library even with the distraction.” She shrugged. “Well, all but one, but I'm fairly near the end on that. And I even gained a few more friends for the final landing sequence! But just think for a moment what a mess I'd be in now if we'd been hit with no crew. Doesn't seem like such an odd idea anymore, does it?”

Ditzy shook her head, suddenly feeling very silly for bringing it up. Nebula just smiled at her. “Hey, don't worry about it. Honest mistake. The way I see it, with all of space to travel and all the time we have at our hooves, why would we ever want to travel alone?” With that the alicorn walked back to her chair, swiveling it back towards the main monitor and leaving the trio to their silent guard.

Yet the pegasi in the group were distracted by her last words. Ink Well once more felt the weight of the flower in his pocket, a sadness welling in his chest at the foolish choices that got him to this point. Ditzy on the other hoof had sidled slightly closer to The Doctor, a sad look in her mismatched eyes as she looked to the floor.

Chip walked into the Colony Sector A second, the orange earth pony with lime green hair and circuit board cutie mark chatting brightly to her zebra friend who seemed to be getting more and more agitated with each aisle they passed. “You know, I was almost thinking we were going to spend the whole time without a major technical problem! So much of that time was spent on the little wiring glitches or maintenance, and Spanner was the only one ever sent to those! I thought we'd get nothing done! And then why would we have been awake the entire time if we weren't needed? I mean, keeping Nebby company was fun and all, but it's been sooooooo long I barely remember how to use a volt gauge!”

Straight Edge turned around sharply, cutting off the earth pony's chatter with a hoof held to her mouth. “Chip! Please, pay a little attention! I haven't been able to hear our directions at all thanks to your constant talking!” Straight Edge removed her hoof from Chip's mouth, bringing it up to her earpiece and leaning over to hear better. “I'm sorry Fi, where was it?”

The voice of the yellow unicorn back in the control room sounded in her ear, calm and collected in the situation. “Upper story, exterior wall, aisle forty-seven.” The duo began walking again, Straight Edge listening carefully to the continued instruction while Chip's gaze darted around the room, excitement barely contained despite the familiar surroundings. The unicorn continued, “The asteroid seems to have dislodged itself from the hull, so all you have to do is repair the breach. There don't seem to be any problems with wiring and the shield is still holding atmosphere, so it should come down to a fairly simple welding job. Chip pay attention.”

Chip's step stuttered as she climbed the stairs, looking with amazement into the confused eyes of the zebra before her, who'd turned at her stumbling. Silently she mouthed 'How did she know?' which caused Edge to shake her head and start walking again. Meanwhile, Fi's instructions continued. “You're going to be on support. Make sure nothing goes wrong, alright?”

Chip nodded to nopony in particular. “Alrighty!”

“Good. I'll be in radio contact in case of an emergency. Fi out.” The radio cut out, leaving the two mares to continue their journey in what would have been silence had Chip not maintained her enthusiasm.

“Wow! How do you think she knew I wasn't paying attention? She must be psychic or something!” The pony gasped, flitting around the zebra as she started to unravel the mystery of the psychic pony. “Did you know she was psychic? Does she read minds with her horn? Can all unicorns do that? Or maybe it's just something everypony can do! Am I the only one who can't read minds?!” Chip leaped in front of Straight Edge, grabbing onto her shoulders with both hooves and looking awestruck into her eyes. “What am I thinking right now?”

“You are wondering if I can read your mind.”

The orange earth pony gasped in shock before squeeing in delight, tittering in place excitedly. “You all CAN read minds! Oh my goodness, what thoughts have ponies been getting into? I sure hope Steelheart wasn't paying listening in last week when I glanced over in the shower and saw his-”

Straight Edge grabbed onto her excited friend and slapped a hoof across her mouth. “Chip, stop right there! I can't read minds, it was a lucky guess. And as for how Fi knew, well, you're never paying attention. So you don't have to worry about Steelheart being offended by anything, I'm sure he didn't even notice.” Relief shined in the earth pony's eyes and muffled sounds fought around the hoof on her face. Calmly, Edge continued. “Instead of whatever you were about to talk about, could you please focus on the task at hoof? We can talk more when the ship isn't in danger.”

Chip gave her friend a salute and a nod, which was enough to convince the zebra to lower her hoof. Mouth free, Chip spoke eagerly, but restrained herself from her rant. “Okie Doki Loki! You got it Edge, I'll be focused the rest of the time!”

Edge nodded, smiling at her serious-faced friend. “Good. Thank you.” They turned down the next hall, coming to the large gash in the ship's exterior wall. Between two lines of pods was torn metal, bending inwards at the edges, framing a gentle green shimmer through which the infinite depths of space could be seen.

Chip ran forward, sticking her head through the rend so that her hat crumpled itself on the exterior shields. “Ooh. Spacey!”

Edge ran up behind her, pulling her back in. “What do you think you're... never mind. Just don't do anything stupid while I set up the welding gear, alright?”

“Okay!” Chip walked down the row a little, looking in on the passengers on the ship in their icy sleep while Edge began to empty her toolbag of the welding lance, the masks, and the fuel cells. While she began the delicate task of putting all the pieces together, Chip reached the end of the row, turning smartly and trotting merrily back down the aisle.

A moment later her head peeked around the last pod once more, frowning as she caught another fleeting glimpse of a glinting shadow moving further down the main hall. It was barely at the edge of her vision, almost not noticeable as a movement, but she was sure she'd –

“Chip! Come back, I'm about to start!” Chip glanced at the zebra before returning to searching for the source of the movement, but it was nowhere to be found. Puzzled, she shrugged, writing it off as her mind playing tricks on her as she got ready to work.

Fusebox sat at her post, earpiece turned up to maximum volume in an irritated attempt to drown out the interloper who continued to lean over her shoulder. The brown earth pony was far too close for comfort, obviously leaning in in an attempt to overhear something. Every time the yellow unicorn with the golden mane with electric blue swirls shot him an angry look, however, he was nonchalantly looking away, the very picture of innocence. After the fourth time the unicorn snapped, whirling around to confront her irritant. “What? What do you want?”

The Doctor took a step back, looking shocked by her anger, though he recovered quickly. “Oh, just wondering if I could help. I am an engineer after all.”

Fusebox fumed at him, flashing a glare at the muted blue pegasus that stood sheepishly beside her as though it were his fault for the pony vexing her. “No, you can't help out. We have this all well under control, and we really don't need a possible saboteur on the repair.”

The Doctor looked injured at the statement, clutching a hoof to his chest. “Why must you insist that I am a saboteur? I'll have you know that before I came on this ship I was known as The Doctor for the magic I could do with machines, yet you act like I'm going to blow up the ship beneath you!” He pulled out his metal pen with his teeth as he took a step towards Fusebox's monitor panel. “If 'ou 'ould 'ust 'ive me a 'oment I'm 'ure –”

Fusebox stepped in front of him, pushing him bodily away from the panel. “No! Spanner, take him over to Rapid Fire and tell her to keep better watch of him. This is too delicate to-” Fusebox winced as the turned up volume on her earpiece screamed in her ear, silently cursing her previous actions as she turned down the volume, returned to her post, and responded. “Don't worry about her, I'm sure she just got distracted again. You can finish it without her, right? Good, keep me posted. Chip, where are you?”

Meanwhile, the muted-blue pegasus with the grey mane stepped in front of The Doctor, gesturing to the others with his wing. He wore a similar outfit to Fusebox's, a soft navy hat and tie and a toolbag strapped to his back. “Please go back with your friends, Mr. Smith. I'm sure this will all blow over soon and then the others can be a bit nicer.”

“Ah, 'ood lad. Al'ight, I'll 'ive it a 'ait.” The Doctor meandered back towards Derpy and Ink Well, nonchalantly moving the pen around his mouth as all of them waited for something to happen.

Ink Well watched the blue tip swivel back and forth, curiosity and boredom getting the best of him. “Say Doctor, what is that thing? You keep using it for everything.”

The Doctor looked confused for a moment, then seemed to notice the pen in his mouth for the first time. “'at? 'if? If's 'y 'onic 'ewdiver.”

“Your what?”

The Doctor spit the pen into his hoof, offering it to Ink Well. “It's my Sonic Screwdriver. It drives screws sonically.” Ink Well raised an eyebrow at the small smooth aluminum and blue baton held before him. He certainly hadn't seen it used on any screws in his time with it. Seeing his disbelief, The Doctor twirled it in his hoof, elaborating. “Well, it has a few other functions, like scanning and mending wires and hacking circuitry and burning rope and sending out signals and just about anything a good tool would be useful for, really! It's absolutely rubbish with wood, but you learn to get around that.”

“So you closed a lock, opened all those doors, disarmed a metal assailant, removed its faceplate, and learned about how it was made all with a screwdriver?”

The Doctor thought for a moment, as if going over a mental checklist, then frowned. “Yes, though,” he hooked the sonic back to his collar before reaching into it and pulling out his small leather booklet, “I opened most of the doors with this, just the one at the start was the sonic.” He flipped open the book, which seemed to turn before Ink Well's eyes to a pamphlet for his play, his own name omitted from the playwright slot, replaced with a credit to all who supported him. They'd refused that change every time he'd asked for it... How did he get one?

Ink Well's brow furrowed. “Where did you get that? What happened to your booklet.”

The Doctor flipped the pamphlet shut, the leather binding appearing again as the booklet took shape. “I didn't.” He leaned in close, whispering conspiratorially in Ink Well's ear. “Psychic paper, shows anypony exactly what they want to see, though in a pinch you can make them see what you want them too.” He flipped the paper open again, frowning at it as though it had just done something wrong. “Though it normally isn't effective against stronger minds, come to think of it, but you can't rely on tricks for everything and you certainly should never look a gift horse in the mouth.”

Ink Well looked at the paper in the other pony's hoof, mind flicking through all the times he'd had to make due with cons and tricks while he'd been writing for the Equirer. If I just had one of those I could go anywhere I'd like. Think of the things I could uncover. He shook his head, stopping himself. No, you're past that. Journalism isn't your field anymore. Besides, Rose wouldn't be too happy with you running off like that.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by The Doctor putting the paper away and reaching for his sonic again, a mischievous smile on his face as he looked over at Ditzy. “Say Derpy, aren't you a little curious as to what's going on?”

Derpy looked back, a sly smile crossing her face. “A little bit Doctor. Why?”

He waved the hoof with the sonic in it around aimlessly. “Oh, no reason. Though it's a bit rude to keep guests out of the loop on such an important conversation as the one going on behind us. They really should be more considerate.” He then brought it down like he forgot he was holding it, stepping on the screwdriver and setting it off. It whined, tip lighting up blue and pointed back towards the panel where Fusebox sat intently, a grave look on her face and a hoof up to her earpiece.

The pen's whirring stopped, followed not a moment later a shrill scream punctuating the entire bridge.

She hadn't even hardly noticed Chip had left, sending the message in to Fi but finishing the repairs anyway. The hull seemed to have been twisted in, wrenched aside rather than smashed in by the rock, which had left a cleaner rift and thankfully made the repairs that much smoother. But then there was the aftermath.

It wasn't supposed to be anything odd, it made no sense how it could happen, but there was the proof before her, Chip lay unconscious in the main hall, the normally energetic earth pony completely inert in the middle of the cold metal walkway. And, like a real rookie, what had Straight Edge done? Scream, like that was going to help. If anything, it had just scared Fi on the other end... and given away her position to whatever had attacked her friend. “Edge, what's wrong?” Suddenly she realized that the feeling she'd had the last few minutes was that of being watched, and that knowledge brought her adrenaline charged blood to a chill. She ducked into the nearest row of pods, jumping slightly as her earpiece sounded again. “Edge, speak to me, what happened?”

Straight Edge whispered into her microphone, trying to make as little sound as possible as she peeked around the row to her friend's prone form. The orange earth pony's chest was rising and falling at a normal pace, so she was alright, whatever had happened to her. “Chip has been attacked, she's unconscious on the upper level of Section A. She's-” The zebra stopped, eyes darting to a row further down as she could have sworn something moved. It was fast a shadowy bronze blur, only visible for a second. Hadn't Chip mentioned something like that before she left? Oh, why hadn't she paid more attention?

“Edge, what's wrong? Report!” Fi's worried voice sounded in her ear, reminding her that there was a procedure to follow.

“Unknown assailant is present within Section A, requesting medical evacuation, get Steeheart up here to-” There it was again, that blur, but this time so much closer. Far too close for comfort. Taking a deep breath Edge shot up and into the main hall, pounding her hooves along the ground as she continued her report and began her retreat. “Unknown tango in the room. It's fast and chasing. I'm making an exit, hoping to rendezvous at the main exit. Requesting fire assistance upon arrival.”

Clanking sounded behind her, every one of her hooffalls matched twofold by a heavy metallic clang that followed her down the hall, steadily growing louder. Yet every time she looked back there was nothing, a hint of motion at most. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her, staring, evaluating, closing in...

“Rapid Fire is on her way already, just get out of there!” Edge doubled her pace, hooves sliding on the metal flooring as she turned sharply into the stairwell, bounding down the flight and onto the main floor. Even as she did so there was another clang, this time just at the top of the stairs, far too heavy to mistake for anything else. Looking back that time was the first glimpse she got of the attacker. A glint of brass, hints of rubber and a pony shaped form, and then it was gone, jumping nimbly out of sight with a lightness completely incongruous with the thud of its landing, disappearing with only the sound of heavy hooves telling it had ever been.

Edge's own hooves clattered against the flooring as she made a bee-line for the exit, sweat beading at her brow despite the chill canned air of the ship. Risking a glance behind, she saw another motion blur, heart faltering briefly as pitch black eyes glared directly at her, not more than a meter away. Then it was gone, shooting off to the side and untraceable at its pace. Using every bit of energy in her being she took the last few rows at a break neck gallop, skittering across the ground as she tried to grind to a halt before the shut door.

The light above was a resolute red, condemning her to the mercies of the attacker as she thumped heartily against it, unable to stop in time. Her first breath went straight into her mic as she whirled around, pressing her back against the door. “Fi! Get me out of here! It's not reading me!” This door had already done this to Rapid Fire more than once before, leaving her stuck for fifteen minutes on one of her night patrols. She'd been asked to fix it then, but had opted not to because it was amusing whenever Rapid got stuck.

As she saw the brass blur whiz by she vowed never to mess with karma again. She pounded on the door with her hoof. “Fi! What's the ETA?”

“Under five! We're almost there, just hold on!” CLANG! Four heavy hooves landed simultaneously, making the floor almost reverberate with their weight. Straight Edge turned slowly, eyes wide and heart racing as she was cornered by her pursuer.

It was smaller than she would have thought, a full head shorter than her, a body of riveted brass with black rubber connecting all of the joints. But she was sucked into the eyes, deep black soulless abysses, analyzing her, searching her through and through and going deeper than any scan ever could. It's gaze continued to pierce her as a soft whir sounded, followed by a click and a cold, mechanical metallic voice. “Prepare for removal.”

She didn't even have time to scream as it shot forward, the sound in her throat cut off by the brass hoof rapidly approaching her face, followed by the sickening thud of bone colliding with metal.

Lieutenant Rapid Fire galloped down the main corridor of the ship, tailed closely behind by the walleyed pegasus and further behind by her other two captives, Spanner, and Fi. As soon as the shriek had sounded she had started running, not a single thought or order needed. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that leaving the Captain with three possible saboteurs had not been a good idea, but she was the ship's defender, and right now somepony on the ship needed defending. Why her captives were coming along as well was anypony's guess.

The chatter between Fi and Edge was unsettling. How had somepony infiltrated the ship? It had to be some present left by the three following her, she just knew it. If she aimed now she could- “Fi! What's the ETA?” “Under five! We're almost there, just hold on!” No time. Save Edge, then court martial. She passed by the doors to the terrarium, sprinting at full pace and starting to fall behind the pegasus flying down the hall beside her. Why was the interloper so worried for Edge? This was her trick, wasn't it? What kind of pony doesn't remember their own trap? She picked up her pace, not wanting to be outdone by a civilian, friendly or otherwise.

“CLANG!” rang the radio, setting a weight in the Lieutenant's stomach. She was running out of time. “Prepare for removal.” The metallic voice sent a chill down her spine as she banked around the corner, running full tilt towards the door at the end of the corridor. Then came the thud, a sickening smack that shut down Edge's radio and reverberated down the hall. The grey pegasus was already at the door, hovering nervously by the small window set in is as she tried to see to what was going on inside, only barely managing to glimpse the brass beast even after arriving seconds after the thud. The radio crackled again, Fi's voice laced with worry. “Edge! Come in! Are you okay? Edge!”

Rapid pulled her key card lanyard from her neck with her teeth, whipping it above her head and sending it down the hall in a motion practiced and repracticed for just this occasion. It flew quickly, card rotating perfectly before slotting itself in the slider and falling through. The light above the door turned green, the door itself sliding open just as she reached it, running into the room beyond and checking both access lines for contacts. They were clear. Just behind her came the pegasus, who immediately landed by the crumpled zebra laying just out of the door frame. Not ready to trust her yet, Rapid challenged her action. “Hey! Don't touch her! I did not open that door just so that you can kill my friend in front of me!”

“I'm not going to kill her, I'm making sure she is okay!” The grey pegasus made another move forward, only to be stopped by Rapid Fire spinning on her, weapons shining menacingly in the light. The pegasus held up her hooves, backing away from the heap of a figure. “If you don't let me check her she could die before she can get help. Will you please aim away?” Grudgingly Rapid obliged, turning back to halls of pods in search of the mystery attacker.

The pegasus turned again to the zebra, nimbly doing the proper medical checks despite not looking the part of any physician. She spoke quickly, knowledgeably in a low, learned tone. “Still breathing, heart rate slightly high, blood is from the head injury, high likelihood of a concussion. She needs to be moved carefully if we are to-”

It happened in the blink of an eye, but Rapid was already on it. The brass pony appeared from nowhere, landing in front of the pegasus and bringing down one of its hooves in a powerful hammer blow. Rapid twisted on a dime and fired, the heat of the lasers at her sides coursing past her face and straight at the attacker's body. Before even the light could collide though the pony had moved, sliding out of the way to dodge one shot and reflect the other off of its metallic side. The second laser's trajectory altered, landing where the first one had on the door frame at precisely the same moment. While the weapon had been tuned not to possibly go through the ship, the combined energy of both lasers so perfectly aimed melted clean through, causing the four ponies rushing down the corridor beyond to duck and dodge the oncoming blast.

The light above gleamed red, the door slamming shut just as the others arrived, separating the group. The brass pony moved with its dodge, disappearing from view amidst the pods. Rapid's attention returned to the door, where the blonde pegasus was hovering, looking through the window to her companions. Though Rapid Fire couldn't have guessed it at the time, there were not two targets for the pegasus' plea, just one.

For a brief moment both of her golden eyes aligned on him and she mouthed the words she knew would never be heard through the soundproof door. “Save me, Ink Well.”

A Race of Doors

Ink Well watched Ditzy through the window of the door, heart going out to his captured acquaintance as The Doctor ran his sonic over the solid metal. Both front hooves against the wall he moved his head rapidly, a great look of frustration on his face. After a few seconds he stopped, slamming the door with his front left hoof. “Ifs 'ead'ocked!” He dropped his sonic into his collar as he turned on Fusebox, a fire in his eyes. “How is this door deadlocked? You shouldn't have deadlock technology, and even if you did, why in the world would you ever deadlock seal this door?”

Fusebox took a step back, frightened by The Doctor's determined look. “It's a safety measure! The ship thinks that room was disconnected, so it sealed the door to keep the air locked in here, should something happen. Nothing we can do about it.”

“Then get on the radio and tell Nebula to open it!” The Doctor jumped up to the door, looking straight into Ditzy's crossed eyes. “I'm going to save you, just hold on!” Ditzy shouted something back, words unheard, before looking to the side frightfully. A moment later she ran, Rapid right behind her carrying the unconscious zebra. Then shot past the brass blur, chasing down its captured prey.

The Doctor turned around, staring daggers at the yellow unicorn behind him. “Fusebox, you have ten seconds to give me some good news.”

The unicorn shook her head. “How do you know my name? And what do you expect me to-”

The Doctor's gaze didn't falter. “Nine.”

A chill ran through the hall, Fusebox stammering slightly as The Doctor continued his countdown. “I- the door- it-” She stopped, taking a quick breath to steady herself before looking him in the eye once more. “We can't do anything about it from here. If I were back in the bridge I could-”

Before she finished her sentence The Doctor was already past her and running down the hall. “Don't just talk about it, move!” Still shaken from his reaction, Fusebox followed, picking up the pace as she ran down the hall.

“Fi, what should I do?” called Spanner from near the door, beginning to follow as well.

“Just stay here and await further orders!” The two ponies turned the corner, leaving Spanner to guard the door.

To the side of the hall stood Ink Well, completely forgotten in the transaction before him. He might as well have been invisible for all of the use he was. Following The Doctor was disappointing so far, The Doctor forgetting he was there half the time and the other half treating him like a foal. He was obviously more interested in Ditzy, the search for his attackers lowering in priority once she had arrived. And why not? He'd been nothing but clueless so far, with a giant red flag popping up with his pitiful fake name. He should have never left, instead he should have just gone back inside and spent the evening watching his show with Rose like he'd promised.

Ink Well reached a hoof to his pocket, tapping it gently to be sure the crystal rose was still there. This whole thing was a wreck, a ruined evening beyond recompense, and though it was much too late for that, he wanted out. Yet he was sure that Ditzy had called out to him of all ponies. Why? Surely The Doctor is more useful. With the way they were acting they've already been through a lot together, what could possibly rank me higher on Ditzy's priorities than The Doctor?

Questions in mind he walked over to the door, looking through the window. The scene behind was empty, just a few pods and an empty pathway, nothing at all to suggest the skirmish that it had held previously. That brass blur. It had to be that thing from the theater roof, or at least something similar. Wasn't it going back to it's creator? Is there another one? If that's the case then what's it doing here? Why would it be on... this...

A chill ran down Ink Well's spine, realization dawning like the sun over a frozen mountaintop. It's after me. It's my fault it's here. That thing targeted the ship because I'm on it! And now Ditzy and Rapid and all of the ponies on this ship are in danger because of me. He took a step back from the door, face set in a look of determination. No time to delay then. I got her into this mess, and if she wants me to save her, then I'm gonna be the pony to get her out of it. “I've got to get in there.”

A low impressed whistle followed his statement from below his right wing. Beside him Spanner was kneeling in front of the melted section of wall, examining the damaged controls and nodding appreciatively. He turned towards Ink Well, and, seeing that he had an audience, tilted his head towards the door. “That was a precision shot. Went straight through the wiring that would lock the door down without actually damaging any of the mechanisms. And focusing the energy from the two shots into one? I told her not to keep that thing fully charged! But I'm just some colt, why would they listen to me?”

Ink Well looked at the blue mechanic, his earlier thoughts still echoing around his head. “Can you get the door open?”

Spanner pointed to his wrench cutie mark and smiled. “Are you kidding? I earned that thing on this ship. I know it like the back of my hoof. If anypony can open this door, it's me.” He put down his tool saddlebag, wrapping his wing around a screwdriver and reaching into the melted panel. He bit his lip, fiddling with the wiring behind the wall for a full minute before pulling it out, frowning, and returning to his toolbag.

Ink Well stood over him, a little annoyed at the failure of the young braggart. “So how well do you know the back of your hoof?”

Spanner snorted. “Shut up. Just a little rusty is all. Been a while since I last looked at it.” He pulled out this thin snaking tube with an eyepiece at the end. “Just let me get a closer look.” He threaded the tube into the hole, looking into the other end as he wiggled it around. After a few seconds his frown deepened. “Shoot, took out all the wiring to the door. It's not gonna open without a manual override. Gonna have to enter the maintenance tunnels to do it.” As he talked he pulled out the tube, returning it to his tool bag before slinging the bag across his back.

Ink Well watched him start to go. “Maintenance tunnels? Could I get in through those?”

Spanner shrugged, cantering down the hall. “I suppose. They run through the whole ship, though they're a bit tight. I'm not sure you'll be able to fit.”

Ink Well followed, annoyance in his voice again. “Won't fit?”

Spanner looked back, lowering his hat in an attempt to avoid the glare behind him. “Hey, don't get angry at me, the tunnels weren't meant for ponies, they were meant for droids. At the start of the trip I could only enter because I was just a little colt, and now I just barely squeeze in because I happen to have a light frame. I mean, Fi's no heavyweight and even she can't get in. Just stay here by the door and I'll have it open in no time at all.”

Ink Well looked over the other pegasus. He was still in that lanky phase of growing up, tall with all his limbs a bit too long and skinny for his body, but even that didn't have much to it. It was much like Ink Well had looked as a colt. Spanner was lucky he hadn't been dealing with other young ponies growing up. They'd have tortured him to no end, if Ink Well's past was any indication. It was during that phase that Ink Well had shied away from other ponies, learning how to hide and out fly his tormentors and turning his attentions to writing instead of interaction. Even now he had a tendency to eat light, keep active, and avoid crowds, though that was as much from his past as habitual after years of no money and angry interviewees.

Taking a moment to look himself over, Ink Well realized that he really wasn't that much bigger than the colt he was following, just filled out a little more to look lean instead of lanky. He wasn't sure if that was a comforting or depressing thought. You'd think five years would've gotten me out of that look. Still, probably for the best. Ink Well smirked, following the mechanic again. “You'd be amazed the places I can fit into. Just show me the tunnel and point me in the right direction.”

Spanner took a left down the next corridor, stopping at the library door to swipe a card through the lock. As the light blinked green, he shrugged at Ink Well. “Whatever you say.” Ink Well followed Spanner past the mystery statue, through the bookshelves and to a blank section of wall at the far end. There Spanner hit a button, sliding open a tiny hole in the wall, perfectly square, that came just above Ink Well's elbow. Smiling slyly, Spanner taunted him. “Still think you can fit in there?”

Ink Well ignored the comment, instead leaning down and looking at the hole straight on to judge its size. He wasn't fully confident he'd fit, but determined to try anyway, he reached one forehoof in, lowering his head and pulling himself in to his shoulders. The maintenance tunnel was more than wide enough, with a little space available even with his legs positioned slightly to the side. Unfortunately, even with his legs to the side and his wings pulled in against his body, he was bumping the top of the tunnel with every movement. With his neck fully extended forward his ears and mane slid across the metal above him, while both the top and bottom of his jacket brushed metal with each awkward shuffling step. Using his back hooves for purchase he pushed further, sliding in and feeling his jacket snag against a bolt in the roof above him, freeing with a soft tearing sound. With a few more scraping nudges he managed to push his rear end in as well. It was a very tight fit, but he made it in, and that was one obstacle out of the way.

“Coming through!” Spanner wriggled past him, the slightly smaller pegasus able to jam himself through in the space between Ink Well's body and the wall, though he wasn't much better off in the tight space. As their heads passed, he looked over and smiled. “Guess you weren't lying. Alright, follow me.” He crawled steadily through the tight tunnel, moving surprisingly nimbly among the wires and piping from years of running through them.

Ink Well on the other hoof slid through slowly, internally wincing each time he heard a tiny tear coming from his jacket. Rarity is going to kill me for what I'm did to her jacket... Actually, she won't have a chance. Marquee is going to kill me for skipping out on the show. He shook his head, pressing onwards after the other pegasus. Save Ditzy first. Rose will keep them at bay. She's waiting for you, Inky, don't leave her disappointed. He caught up moments later to see Spanner down a side tunnel, waving him along.

“I'm going to get the door open, but the access panel to the colony room is up ahead on the left. There'll be a button set into the wall next to a blank spot.” Ink Well nodded and started down the tunnel, stopping only when he heard Spanner's voice again. He couldn't turn around to look back, but he did try to peer over his shoulder. “Hey, good luck saving your friend! May Luna's light guide your path.”

Ink Well smiled. “Thanks. Good luck on the door, I'm counting on you for a quick escape.”

“You got it Ink Blot.” With that they went their separate ways, Spanner spinning to run down the side tunnel while Ink Well slowly crawled to Ditzy's rescue.

“I'll get you out of there Ditzy. Nopony's getting hurt on my account.”

“Have you figured out who they are yet?”

Starcall shook her head, pointing to her monitor. “Nearly there. I got a little distracted with the whole thing with Straight Edge.”

“Did you-?”

She nodded. “I sent a wake-up call to Steelheart, he'll be up here to help momentarily.”

Nebula nodded back. “Good. Thank you.” She looked out of the main window at the ever approaching planet. The autopilot was already starting the landing procedures. They'd hit the atmosphere within half an hour. Now if only this whole issue could be solved before then...

Starcall gave a curt nod. “Of course, Captain.” She kept watching Nebula for a few moments, seeing her absentmindedly working her left wing, and frowned. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Immediately Nebula stopped, snapping her wing to her side. “No, I'm fine. Just a little stiff, nothing more.” Starcall just nodded, returning to her computer and the check she was running.

Nebula snorted quietly to herself, working her shoulder in an attempt to soothe the pain in her wing joint. She'd felt it when the door was broken, like a needle jabbing through her muscle. But there was no reason to worry anypony about it. There never had been. She rubbed her neck, still slightly sore from the weight of the cables when she'd moved. They were supposed to be simple power and router cables, just pulling magic to power the ship's batteries and use the spare sections of her brain as computing space, but they had a side effect.

She was the ship. Nopony in the hundreds of years since the implant had ever realized that connection, so the fact that Derpy and Mr. Smith picked up on it instantly had been slightly surprising. When she'd first discovered this property she'd kept it silent, not wanting to ruin the concepts of the now ancient transports with worries of hurting her. But try as she might to hide it from others, she reveled in it herself. She could feel it all: every hoofstep, the thrum of the engines, all the sleeping ponies in the pods, the plants growing in the terrarium; every scanner, every warning, every calculation and comm message, they were her. She could feel the electricity coursing through the wires like blood through her veins, the flow of magic just as natural in the ship as through her body. The meteor had been a blow, and her wing still throbbed though the hull was fixed, but this new one wasn't going away. It wouldn't before landing, she'd already tried to reconnect the door to little effect. She'd have to muscle through, there was simply no other way.

The pain didn't worry her. It wasn't an issue. It hadn't been on her unshielded journeys through the galaxy, it hadn't been when her suit failed on that first flight to the moon, and it certainly wouldn't be now. What did worry her was the imperfection on her scans. She could feel Steelheart rousing, could feel Starcall and herself in the bridge, the two ponies moving towards her and the two climbing into the maintenance ducts, even the ones in the colony section, two unconscious and two running. It was what they were running from that was a mystery. It was just a hole in the scans, like they slipped over something. No matter what she did she couldn't pinpoint it. Something she couldn't scan... It was unsettling.

As she focused on this, she felt Starcall's computations end. She looked over to see her second-in-command dumbstruck, just staring at the screen, utterly disbelieving of what she saw. “What is it? What'd you find?”

Starcall shook her head, tapping away at the keyboard. “No. This can't be. There must be an error.”

Nebula smiled, ready for this possibility. Her hoof brushed against the book on her chair, the last in her library. It'd be much more than an amusing story if what she suspected was true. “Don't withhold information Starcall, what does it say?”

“The first is Ditzy 'Derpy Hooves' Doo, supposedly deceased for over 1500 years. Second just says 'The Doctor' and has a list of 'Confirmed Sightings' with different faces and dates stretching back from before Equestria was founded to just a few years ago. And the third...” Starcall leaned closer to the screen, as if she still couldn't believe what she was looking at. Nebula waited patiently, already sure of the answer when Starcall spoke. “The third is Ink Well. The Ink Well,” she said, shaking her head. “That can't be right, I'll run it again.”

“Don't bother.” Nebula turned her chair to the door, looking at it expectantly. “Our database was never wrong before, and right now we have bigger problems than visitations from the dead.”

The door slid open to reveal Fusebox glaring at The Doctor as he chided her. “Ah, yes, military training at its finest when the civilians can outrun you.”

As they stepped inside, Nebula spoke. “Fi, what's the situation? Why has the colony door locked down?”

Fusebox stopped, rattling off a salute. “There is an intruder in-” She was nudged aside by The Doctor, who gave her a stern look. She gave him one back. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Multitasking. You open the door, I'll talk to the military official.” He waved her off like one would a small child, turning to face Nebula. “What you have in there is-”

Fusebox stood in front of him. “You can't just treat me like some foal! I am a military officer and-”

“You are a thick pony that needs to open that door before somepony else gets hurt!” The glare in The Doctor's eyes held the fury of a thousand suns, and under its gaze Fusebox scurried to her computer panel, working on diagnosing the problem with the door. The Doctor then turned to Nebula once more, smiling, but talking quickly and seriously. “What you have in there is a robot or unknown make or origin and unknown capabilities that has locked itself with three members of your crew and my companion, all of which is the biggest mistake it has made in its time active.”

Nebula nodded, intent on what The Doctor had to say. In the back of her mind she felt Fusebox working at the terminal, trying to connect to the sealed door. With each failing the pain in her shoulder sparked up again. Internally Nebula shook her head. That's not going to work. Spanner has the right idea. Changing her attention back to the pony in front of her, she voiced the one question that had been nagging at her mind. “Very well. How do you know so much about it? Why can't I pick it up on my scans?”

He looked into her eyes, his own with a weariness from ages of travel, though tempered with a fire of determination at the task at hoof. “I have run into one before. Though I didn't get quite enough of a look at this one to confirm it's the same thing, I was picking up the same readings when I tracked it here. As for your scans, it's made of brass, magic just slips right off of it.”

Really? Able to travel between galaxies and I've still got trouble with brass? What kind of weak captain am I? Mother would be furious. Shaking her head clear of her own thoughts she decided to test this Doctor. “You've run into one before? You were tracking it? These don't seem to coincide with the story you gave me earlier.”

“I wasn't completely truthful earlier, Captain. I was traveling with my companion following the readings of another brass pony when it diverged. I followed what I thought was the main trail and ended up on your ship.”

He's still lying to me. I'm not sure I like this Doctor. Mine would at least tell the truth. “Would your companion be Ditzy or Ink Well, Doctor? And please stop with the half-truths, if you could. We have a situation on our hooves.” At the mention of Ink Well's name both Starcall and Fi looked up from their panels, Fi with confusion while Starcall was more skeptical.

The Doctor just smiled. “Fantastic! You've been catching up on your reading then?”

“My ship has an extensive library, and I read every book in it but one.” She magicked up the book in question, showing The Doctor the blue cover through the green glow. “It tells some very interesting things. But my grandfather's distaste of spoilers has rubbed off on me, I'm afraid. There is a reason I named this ship after him.” She let the book descend as she kept talking. “How do we stop the brass pony?”

“All you have to do is keep the ship running and land it. I, on the other hoof, will run in there and take care of it as soon as Fusebox gets that door open. By the way...” The Doctor looked over to the unicorn in question. “How is that coming along?”

“I keep pinging the door and I get no response. It's as though all of the circuitry has been disconnected. I'm going to get Spanner to confirm.” Fi tapped a hoof to her ear, activating the earpiece. “Spanner, I need you to run a test on the door. I need to know what's wrong with it.”

The pegasus' voice crackled back, sounding to the room on Fi's modified transmitter. Whatever The Doctor had done, it was effective. “Already did that Fi. Nothing doing, the whole circuit board melted.”

By this time The Doctor had walked across the room to Fi's side, his presence not helping her as she tried to remember the workings of the ship. Mid through she began to tell her plan. “Okay, then we are going to have to trip the mechanism there, it should be doable if you apply power to-”

The other voice trampled her own. “Not gonna work Fi, I already tried that. And before you start, yes, I'm already in the tunnels working on the manual override.”

“Oh, I like him. He's thinking on his hooves.” said The Doctor to a slightly annoyed Fusebox. She turned away from him, mind switching from her own plan to what the results of the override would be. In the silence the voice came back over the speakers.

“By the way, since I'm fairly sure Mr. Smith can hear me unless you got a new comm, Ink Blot went through here into the colony section to save that Derpy mare.” The atmosphere in the room thickened perceptibly, a dread silence encompassing the bridge. It was even strong enough to affect Spanner, who, after a few moments had passed, said “Did I say something wrong?”

All eyes fell on The Doctor, the fire in his features even more prominent now. He walked up to Fusebox's ear and started yelling at Spanner, causing Fi to flinch from the volume. “You just let him in there?! Spanner, you... You have until the time I reach the door have it open. Nopony is dying today. Not on my watch!” With that he ran from the room, followed shortly by a dazed Fusebox, left ear splayed back from the yelling it had endured.

As they left another figure watched them go with interest, only entering when they were out of sight. It was a thin griffon with tawny wings and matching fur. Upon his head were white feathers, with a heart-shaped patch of grey feathers surrounding his eyes and a grey-tipped plume atop his head. He had with him a small bag from which dangled his personal ID, the name Steelheart and his picture prominent on it. With a hint of a high class Canterlot accent betraying his upbringing he addressed the room. “I wasn't aware we were going to have visitors. What have I missed? And why have I been summoned?”

Putting on her best Captain's face, Nebula recounted events. “Ah, Doctor Steelheart, glad you could join us. There's an incident in the colony section, and if we can get them out of there we'll need you to check on Chip and Edge and give them any medical attention they may need. We may also have other wounded, but until the threat is taken out we will not know for certain.” A pinprick of pain lanced through her wing as Spanner did something to the door control, causing Nebula to visibly wince before the doctor.

Steelheart raised an intrigued eyebrow, zeroing in on the source of his captain's pain. “Tell me, Captain, is your wing bothering you? Would you like me to check on it?”

Nebula knew better than to try to hide it from him. Once he spotted a pony in pain it was just a matter of time before he made it better, whether they wanted his help or not. “If you'd like.” She turned her chair back to the window, extending her wing to simplify Steelheart's work. He grabbed the burgundy feathers gently in his claws, retracting, extending, and rotating it carefully to find source of the damage.

Nebula let him continue with his futile search as she looked out the window at the ever-nearing planet. Her ship, the pride and joy of both herself and the New Lunar Republic, the ship she had named after her grandfather in his memory, the ship whose every last bolt and wire was tied to her body, had been invaded. It was no longer safe for the ponies aboard, threatened by something she couldn't scan, couldn't even pinpoint. She felt almost violated by this little brass beast, wanting with all her heart that thing out of her. But instead of being out there helping, she, the Captain, was sitting in the bridge getting a massage for phantom pains. It was humiliating, but just like the twinge in her shoulder, she'd just have to muscle through.

Not finding any issues, Steelheart moved on to his normal checks, starting with the connection points at her neck. As he examined each point Nebula sat strong, but she was sighing inwardly. Her crew needed her and she could do nothing. Now, more than she had during any point in the ten year trip, Nebula wished she wasn't tied to the bridge.

Derpy skidded around a cryopod, followed immediately by Rapid Fire as they hid from their hunter. Once more the clanking stopped, the metallic hoofsteps ceasing the second they tried to glimpse their attacker. Derpy peeked out of her hiding spot, scanning the room quickly as Rapid caught her breath, the weight of the unconscious zebra starting to wear her out. Seeing nothing yet again, Derpy turned to her guard, concern in her whispered words. “Do you need a break? We could probably stop here, for a little while at least.”

Rapid shook her head, still breathing heavily but quickly recovering as she whispered back. “No. If we stop then we'll just end up trapped.” She moved her shoulders slightly, working out the ache no doubt building up in them. “Besides, I came in here to save my friends, and I still have one missing in action.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“The repairs were on the second floor at row forty something, so I would assume somewhere near there. We're in the eighties now, so it's nearly half the sector away.” Rapid looked to the floor. “I should have been there to protect them. It was foolish to let them go alone, even if it was just repairs.”

Derpy placed a consoling hoof on her shoulder. “There now, there's no need for that. You had stowaways to take care of in the bridge. If wouldn't have been right for you to leave your Captain alone either.” Rapid looked into her face, still looking grim, but not as harsh as she did a moment ago. Derpy countered the look with a bright smile. “I promise you that everything will be okay. I'm sure of it.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because either The Doctor or Ink Well will make it so. They always do.”

Rapid snorted. “Yes, that's comforting, an engineer and a long dead diplomat, definitely who I want on my side in a fight. Unless you were talking about that journalist you were traveling with, but somehow that gives me less confidence.”

“Diplomat?” It took Derpy a moment to realize she hadn't used Ink Well's alias, and she hid the reaction by stepping into the hall, this time scanning for possible paths instead of just possible threats. “Right, of course, slip of the tongue, silly me. But there's a lot more to that journalist than meets the eye.” She turned around, looking at her blind spot with a warily eye. Nothing, not even a hint of motion.

Rapid gave the back of the blonde mare's head a skeptical look. “I'm sure...” She looked as though she were about to say more when suddenly Derpy ran off, heading a few rows down before ducking off from the main path. Rapid followed, not wanting to split up in case they were attacked. However, when she rounded the next corner she was met with a cross-eyed smirk. “Where were you going? Were you trying to get us attacked?”

“No, I was testing something. Tell me, did you hear anything as you chased me?”

Rapid grew angrier. “What kind of question is that? No, I guess I didn't, but I was a little more worried about sticking together. If that thing gets one of us alone we're done for!”

Derpy stepped free from cover again, frowning down the hallway. “That's just it. There weren't any pursuing steps. We weren't being chased.” Rapid's face only registered puzzlement. Derpy continued. “I was standing free in the hallway and there was nothing. No chase, no noise, no visual, nothing. It could easily have taken both of us out, me in the hall and you as you lagged behind, but we are both still here. What does this tell you about our attacker?” Rapid continued to giver her a blank stare, this one stemming more from the sudden lecture than a lack of comprehension. “So that's why The Doctor likes to do that so much.” Derpy just smiled brightly as she finished her thought. “Anyway, It means that either it has lost us or chasing us was no longer its top priority.”

Rapid was befuddled as she looked at Derpy, who was smiling proudly for her logic. Her confusion wasn't from the explanation so much as the expression. “Why do you look so happy? That thing is either setting a trap, breaking out of here, or hurting Chip as we speak. We know even less than we did when it was chasing us!”

Derpy's confidence faded, dampened by the practical pony before her. “Well, yeah, I guess, but since we aren't being attacked, this is the perfect chance to go help Chip, right?” Rapid's scowl didn't move, so Derpy continued, voice slowly becoming dejected as her eyes drifted to the floor. “I mean, If it is a trap, it probably isn't set for us, so we can save her without fear. It's the best chance we got...”

Rapid's face softened. After a moment of quiet, she nodded, stepping out into the main hall with Derpy. “You're right. We've got one shot at this, let's make it worth the effort.”

Derpy brightened up a little, smiling and nodding herself before staring down the hall, moving from row to row, eyes trained for any motion. Behind her Rapid Fire did the same, looking behind and around them from the cover of the pods before darting to the next row. Like this they made their way through the silence, not a sound heard, not a soul spotted.

As the rows went by the duo got more confident, moving more quickly and not searching as carefully at each stop. This was why, a few rows from the stairs to the upper level, Derpy was surprised to find her hiding spot occupied by another pony. She slid into the row, bumping against the intruder before she let out a squeal, backpedaling out of there. Rapid ran up behind her, weapons trained on the foreign form.

The parchment furred pegasus in the ripped tuxedo jacket waved his forehooves in front of him, trying to get the mare's attention. “Whoa whoa whoa it's me it's me!”

Derpy looked from behind Rapid, smiling as she recognized the stallion before her. “Ink Well!”

Ink Well's own smile appeared. “Ditzy!”

Rapid lowered her weapons and raised her eyebrow. “Ink Well?”

Derpy leaped over her, catching Ink Well in a flying hug. “You came! I knew you would!”

“You called for me, I couldn't just leave you waiting.” He removed himself from her grip, looking her in the eyes. “I am so sorry, it's my fault you're in this mess, but I think I found a way out. If we can make it to the maintenance tunnels then-”

“You got in through the tunnels? Have you got a better plan? I get how a scrawny thing like you squeezed through, but we'll never fit in there.”

Ink Well ducked away from her, recoiling from the blow to his self esteem. “Ouch, tell me how you really feel.” He waved it off. “It's okay, Spanner is in the tunnels working on the door as we speak, so if you head there then I'm sure they'll be open soon. I'll-”

There was a soft whirring overhead, followed by a loud click. “Source located. Prepare for collection.” Derpy looked up to see the brass pony perched silently upon the top pod in the row, it's empty eyes staring at Ink Well. A moment later it hurtled down at Ink Well, its forehoof arcing with electricity.

Ink Well didn't even look at the assailant, just rolling out into the hall and charging down it. The brass pony followed, sparing no heed to the two mares present or their lifeless cargo as it clattered after its prey. Just before he disappeared down another side aisle, Ink Well called back to them. “I'll distract it as long as I can! You two get to the door! The Doctor should be waiting for you.”

Derpy made a motion to follow him, then stopped knowing better than to chase a fleeing stallion. With that she turned to Rapid. “You heard the stallion, let's go get your friend safe.”

“Will he be alright? Does he have a plan?”

“That is his plan.” Derpy saw the look on Rapid's face and just smiled wider. “I've watched him escape from worse, he'll be okay. He's buying time, so let's not waste it.” With that Derpy flew up the nearby stairs, the clanking coming from the brass pony's hooves no quieter for the floor between her and it. Ignoring it she flew down the hall, not even hardly needing to scan before she found the other injured engineer laying in the center of the hall. She was already working on lifting the sleeping orange mare when Rapid arrived.

“Put her on my back, I'll carry her too.” Rapid knelt down, starting to take on the weight of the pony before Derpy interfered.

“If you're weighed down with both we'll never be able to outrun the robot if it comes back.” Derpy shifted Chip's weight, trying to place the orange pony on her own back. “I'll take her.”

Rapid stopped her, shifting the weight between them. “I want to ensure Chip will be safe, and I just can't if you're in charge of her. I'm more than strong enough to carry both. Help me with this.”

Derpy pulled back. “I am. All I want to do is help you, and you've kept me at bay with suspicion. I will do nothing to harm Chip. Please, let me help you.”

“... Alright. I trust you. Just... Let's get out of here, quick.” With Rapid's help Chip was placed on Derpy's back. Then they left all four mares finally making their way to the door.

Ink Well's heart pounded in his chest as he shot into the connecting row, the brass pony sliding down the hall past him. He ran between the pods, turning at the next hall and continuing on his way. It has no traction. That will probably be the difference between esc– The brass pony reappeared in a blaze of fire, the jets beneath its hooves flaring as it cut him off. Ink Well jumped in the air, placing his forehooves on its back to vault it. Its body sank in, indenting slightly from the pressure. He flapped his wings, removing his hooves and inching himself over the metal pony just as a spark shot over it, the whole body crackling blue.

Another flap of his wings took his back hooves over the arcing surface, the electricity licking against his fur. He landed on the far side in a full sprint, kicking off and taking wing down the tight hall as the pony behind him ceased crackling, its surface returning to the brass finish as gouts of flame propelled it after him. He didn't look back, knowing to do so would simply slow him down, but he could still feel the empty gaze of those eyes running him through. He shook it off with his thoughts. Right, the fire thing, explains the lack of rubber on the hooves, though it does have more over the rest of its body than the last one, and it seems to be a little more flexible. Maybe it's- Signaled by the sudden heat behind him, Ink Well tucked in his wing, rolling into a pinpoint turn into the next row. Get away first, think about it later.

Ink Well executed another turn at the next corner, a hoof connecting with the floor acting as a pivot point for his whole body to slingshot back into the hall. His pursuer ducked in behind him once more, catching up again with its fire propelled legs. Again Ink Well banked sharply into a row, only to be matched by the pony behind him, now wise to his tricks. Even with him weaving between rows back and forth it still was catching up, simply having more speed behind it than he did.

Ink Well made another sharp corner, forced to put three legs to the floor to drift into the next row, the brass pony hot on his trail. He galloped a few steps with additional wing propulsion, then sprung off all four legs to the right, twisting as he did. His body spiraled elegantly, the thin form cleanly fitting through the tiny gap between the pods, barely missing the wiring, piping, and support beams holding them up. The brass pony just shot past, unable to turn fast enough or fit through the hole. It rounded the next bend, entering that row to find Ink Well sailing straight through, a single flap of his wings keeping him upright and perfectly aligned to spiral through another hole in the next row. With an angry whir it shot past him again, about to turn into the next row when it spotted just his hind legs slipping through the wall of pods, twisting as effortlessly as before.

Ink Well pirouetted his way through the last two walls without so much as his jacket touching a wire. At the far end he landed on his hooves directly before the entrance to the maintenance tunnel, tapping the button on the wall lightly and, with his remaining momentum, sliding into it, making a perfect stop against the far wall as the entrance closed behind him. Outside the brass pony whirred in anger, slamming its hooves into the ground as it tried to catch up, but Ink Well couldn't hear the cacophany over his heart pounding in his ears. It worked! By Celestia's Mane it worked! He sat for a moment, absolutely dumbstruck that he didn't crash or mess up that entire spin. Pumping a hoof to himself, he stared at the wall he came from, adrenaline buzzing through his whole body. That never should have worked. Nopony is EVER going to believe you just did that, but you did! It was nothing but luck, but sometimes it's better to be lucky than good, and right now, you are the luckiest colt in-

As he celebrated the door slid open, the piercing stare of the brass pony waiting the second it did. Immediately Ink Well's heart dropped, all of the happiness from the rush of that last stunt gone in an instant, replaced by fear and, at himself, anger. A single of the brass hooves touched down inside the vent, the others contorting around the main body to shuffle it quickly along despite the tight space and the odd angles. Ink Well didn't bother to watch this feat of engineering though. He was too busy running for his life. What were you thinking? Of course it could open the door! Just because you're lucky doesn't give you the right to stop running! You're being chased by a-OH GEEZ it's right behind you! Don't look back, just keep crawling! You can figure this out.

Ink Well shot through the tunnel, moving as fast as he could in the narrow passage, the strange metal spider shuttling behind him at a surprising pace. At the first intersection he kicked off the wall, going down the side tunnel in an effort to lose the beast behind him. It stalled momentarily, turning slowly to face him before scuttling after him once more.

Ink Well started to take tunnels at random, anything to lose it, to get it far out of the way while the doors were opened and Derpy and the others were saved. He could keep this up for hours! It wasn't like the adrenaline in his system was running thin or his lungs were burning or anything. No, that was just his body screaming at him that his mind needed to stop lying to itself, just like it needed to stop hallucinating that voice in his ear.

Wait, that repeated. What did it say? Ink Well kept his ears ready as the voice came back through, Spanner identifiably behind the layer of static. “Take your next left, Ink Blot.” Ink Well did what the voice said, glad to have some sort of bearing in the maze within the ship. Almost immediately the voice chimed back in. “Oh good, you can hear me. I've got you on the monitor, though I can't see what's following. Just listen to me and I'll get you out of there. Next left, then immediately right.” Ink Well did as he was told, moving slightly faster now that he wasn't in charge of making directions, keeping him just that much farther from the pony following him.

“Two lefts from now, then another left, then a right, then book it, you got that?” Ink Well nodded, completely unsure if the pony guiding him would see it, then picked up the pace again, his second wind hitting as he struggled around the first turn, tearing another small chunk from his jacket on the corner. As he made it past that and to the second he caught a glimpse of the brass pony spider behind him, having arguably more trouble sorting its legs out at the turn. He hurried on, the left, then the right, able to see Spanner at the panel giving him the go-ahead. He put all his energy into his legs like he was trying to break the crawl speed record as he heard the clanking of the thing behind him.

On the straightaway it was faster, every second getting nearer and nearer, each thump of the metal hooves sounding off with an angry whir and a crackling buzz from deep within it. Ink Well could start to smell the ozone in the duct, could almost feel his mane standing on end, could swear his hooves were starting to tickle as they touched the metal floor, but he kept going, ignoring it all and scrambling with all his might.

As soon as he passed the threshold Spanner slammed his hoof into the console before him, the entire wall sparking and shorting. Brushing the tip of Ink Well's tail on its descent, a heavy metal wall slammed into place, a resounding thump signifying it as an immovable barrier. Ink Well sat behind Spanner, gasping for air as the younger pegasus looked from the wall to him, seemingly caught somewhere between relief, excitement, and happiness. “Made it! Got you out of there! Though Mr. Smith is going to kill me for that.”

Breathily, between gasps, Ink Well let the confusion on his face spill out.“Why?” *Gasp.* “What did...” *Wheeze.* “...you do?”

“I made it think that the Colony Sector is no longer attached to the ship. It locked down everything in an attempt to keep the atmosphere in. That thing isn't getting out, but neither are we getting in. And...” Spanner looked to the ground, extremely ashamed of the next part. “Rapid and Ms. Derpy aren't getting out either.”

Ink Well looked defeated. “So I just...” *Breath.* “... went in there to save them, and not only failed at that, but, in an effort to save my own flank, got them trapped in there with that thing permanently?”

“No, not permanently. It'll release once we land, but... yeah...”

“Ah. Wonderful. Let me just...” Ink Well flopped back in the vent, legs spread out as the wave of his failure washed over him. He took in a deep breath, letting it all out slowly as, behind the wall, the metal beast pounded away, raging at losing its prey so narrowly. He closed his eyes, picturing Derpy's smiling face waiting behind that door, and sighed. Looks like I failed you... Guess I'm not the hero you wanted after all. With that, he spun around, beginning his crawl back to the library. “Looks like Mr. Smith isn't going to be pleased with us at all.”

A Rude Awakening

Nebula looked over at the only other occupant of the bridge, nervously tapping a hoof on her arm rest as she hoped for conversation. Unfortunately, all she saw was the cobalt blue of Starcall's mane, the rest of her occupied as she diligently checked and double checked the asteroid avoidance and atmospheric interference adjustment algorithms, preparing the ship for its upcoming landing. The autopilot had already been engaged, the planet below filling the entire window. Up in the corner a timer ticked away the last twenty minutes before touchdown, a second counter tracking the seventeen before hitting the atmosphere.

Nebula sighed inwardly, the cables tying her to her chair weighing on her mind even as they let her co-pilot run her calculations. They made for a wonderful power source and a good computer, but they didn't make for a good Captain. Not in times of peace, and definitely not in times of stress. She could still feel that dark spot slipping around inside her, distorting the readings in the vent and just making her feel disgusting inside. That brass menace needed to get out before it ruined everything.

Further out she could sense the others on the ship, The Doctor, Fi and Steelheart all talking with Ink Well and Spanner in the Library under the Statue of the First Arbiter. That whole thing was rather amusing, really. Grandfather would never have wanted something like that built in his name, not any more than Luna liked her statue in the Terrarium. Nebula had taken some flak for them when designing the ship, but it was well worth it. Not honoring that which had brought them there was no way to start a colony. Making the Princess uncomfortable was just an added bonus.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Nebula tapped into the comms, listening to what she could only sense. What she heard troubled her. “Fantastic!” came The Doctor's voice, stern and furious as it scolded Ink Well. “You just thought you'd go in there and save her, hmm? Just go for a friendly romp with the robot trying to kill you? Maybe you could just blow the whole ship up while you're at it!”

“Mr. Smith, he was only trying to help your friend! He didn't mean to cause any harm. If anypony is to blame for shutting off the room, it's me, and I accept full responsibility.” Ink Well wasn't going to like that, Spanner defending him. Especially not against the pony he'd trusted enough to get dragged into this whole mess.

“No, you stupid ponies don't ever mean to cause harm, but it's all you do! You try to help one another and keep one another nice and happy, never thinking ahead, never thinking of the possible consequences! Friendship will always save the day, won't it? It will always pull you through! Don't think about it! Well my closest companion is stuck in there with a deadly machine and friendship hasn't gotten her out yet!” This was definitely not the Doctor Nebula knew from all those years back. Setting aside appearance, he was much more emotional, and with the danger his companion was in, much more furious than he had been before. Nebula wasn't sure she liked this Doctor. Where was hers when she needed him?

The Doctor gave out an exasperated sigh. “No, no, I shouldn't have expected anything different. This will all work out, mind, it's just... give me a moment. I need to be clever.” He walked away from Ink Well, moving over to Fi and holding out a hoof. “Fusebox, may I borrow your earpiece for a moment?” Fi hesitated, but complied, not saying a word. “Thank you.” said The Doctor as he put it in his ear. “Lieutenant Fire! Can you hear me?”

“What are you doing on our comm channel, Mr. Smith?” Rapid Fire and Derpy stood at the door to the Colony Sector, standing behind that pain in Nebula's wing with their two passed out companions. The entire scene hurt Nebula, the actual pain of the disconnected door combined with the thought of her fallen and trapped friends... it was best not to focus too hard on it.

“Such a boring question, Rapid, I was expecting so much more from you. Give me over to Derpy, I need to tell her something.”

“She's right next to me Smith, I can tell her any message she may need. Just... what?” Derpy leaned a little closer, asking something that didn't pick up on the mic. Rapid nodded back. “Hm. Mr. Smith, did Ink Blot make it out there okay?”

“Yes, Ink Blot is here getting looked over by Steelheart, fit as a fiddle. Now could I please speak to Derpy, it's a bit of an emergency.”

“Anything you can say you can say through me.”

“You thick... Ugh, fine. It's a simple message, shouldn't get too garbled. That door is locked down, it won't be moving until after we land on the planet. Tell Derpy to get to the TaRDiS. She'll know what to do from there.”

“I'll tell her.” Rapid's comm clicked off.

The Doctor removed his earpiece, giving it back to Fi with a “Thank you” before walking a little way from the group, talking quickly to himself as he did. Unable to hear it, Nebula stopped focusing on the comms, nostrils flaring as she did so. Even if he was worried about his friend, he had no right to be belittling her crew like this. And that rant against friendship? Who did that Time Lord think he was?

Nebula stopped herself, breathing deeply. Getting angry now wouldn't help anything. The energy surge would just damage the wiring. She shifted position in her chair, sliding into a more comfortable one and nudging the book tucked into her chair with her flank. Looking at the blue cover, she frowned. This can't be all there is. Grandpa wrote about a hero, that stallion had better deliver.

Leaning on the arm rest of her chair she let her mind sink away from the room around her, reaching out into the calming depths of space. She sent out a ping with her magic, immediately receiving a multitude of readings in everything from Radio to X-ray, a panorama painted in colors invisible to pony eyes. With her sensors she could watch the asteroids spin, calculating their trajectories on the fly, while behind them she could see the orbit of this planet around its sun. Beneath her the giant planet turned, storms and areas of calm floating across its surface, the ship feeling little more than a gnat next to it. Yet, despite her miniscule size, even the planet felt tiny as she got readings from the surrounding dust cloud. While her tiny ship came in for a landing, so focused on everything before them, new stars were building deeper in the Pony Head Nebula, greeting them with bright flashes filtered through the rose tint of the space dust. And further still, light years away, their home galaxy shone out, just another light in the darkness. Somewhere back there Celestia's sun was beaming at them, and from Luna's own moon somepony was looking at the stars, waiting to catch word one of their arrival. The importance of their trip was immense, the future of the pony race in the universe firmly on her shoulders. She was making history. Again. She should've been enjoying it...

Pain shot through Nebula's shoulder, a searing whiteness that burned through her calm and forced her mind to collapse from the stars into herself. The bridge was bathed in red, a siren blaring as sensors throughout picked up on something wrong. It was her ship! That parasite was damaging her ship! The whole cruiser rocked to the side, throwing Nebula across her throne. She landed hard, unable to brace her own fall, distracted as she was by the continuing assault, like a flaming blade slowly pressing through her skin. Unable to hold it in Nebula cried out, met immediately by Starcall at her side.

“Captain! What's going on? Are you hurt?”

Hearing her second in command at her side, she tried to sit tall, wanting to be strong for her crew. It was just pain, not even a real one, just a feedback from her connection with the ship. She could do this. She could handle it. It was nothing. Nothing at all.

Tears streamed from Nebula's eyes as the agony continued, the burning moving slowly around the base of her wing and spreading, reaching every fiber of her being. Doing her best to hold them back, she tried to connect it to the ship, to get in contact with somepony to stop the beast or begin repairs, but her best efforts just resulted in her losing concentration, a tortured yelp escaping her lips before she could stop it. Gritting her teeth, she looked over at the worry on Starcall's face, and her heart sank. She was being weak. If she could just endure, just get past the mental, then it wouldn't matter in the least.

But it wasn't just mental, she realized as she shifted her wing, this pain was physical. Through tear stained eyes she managed to look over her shoulder at her wing, and the sight unsettled her. There was a line appearing, as though it had been cut with a searing knife, blood forming and cauterizing immediately. The sight seemed to intensify the agony, pushing it to absurd heights. She couldn't focus, her mind running as fast as it could to stop this.

The feedback was past anything it should have been able to do, past anything she had encountered before. It was impossible. There should have been no chance that damage to the ship could appear on her, yet here it was, right before her eyes. She literally was her ship, it's pain hers.

And her ship was about to lose a wing. Fear clutched her chest at what would happen when the wing came off, none of the possible outcomes doing anything to lessen the burning in her shoulder. To lose the ability to fly... She couldn't even bare the thought. She had to stop it from happening. There was only one option, the true last resort. Teeth still clenched tight to keep a scream from escaping, Nebula spoke to her second in command. “Disconnect the cables.”

Starcall shook her head, trying to comprehend too many things at once as the ship threw her to the side, another bump destabilizing it. “Disconnect the cables? If something goes wrong, you might go into shock. We might lose you to the computer. There's no telling what damage may-”

A spike sent itself through Nebula's shoulder, piercing her wing and the last of her defenses, spurring her to act on instinct. She reached forward, grabbing Starcall's neckerchief and forced her to look into her eyes. Molten agony shot through Nebula once more, only adding to the torment her watery eyes were projecting. Starcall looked deep into them, the message immediately clear. Fearfully she nodded, running back to her post to begin the ejection process.

Nebula fell from her seat, writhing on the floor as every muscle locked up on her, trying to keep her from being injured. Her mind was filled with white, a blinding light trying to steal her consciousness, but she forced it away, determined to at least be strong there. The source of the pain had moved, the front and back end of the slice nearing a perfect ring around her shoulder. As they did, a new pressure was put on her wing, a slow rending twist. The wing moved on its own, agony lighting up her entire side as the wing threatened to snap itself in half, or worse, rip itself free. The sirens blared louder as the ship listed heavily to the side, sliding Nebula further from Starcall, who tapped madly at the panel before her. Nebula looked across the room to her, whimpering, begging for an end to it.

“Just a moment! It's almost done. Hold on Captain!”

Nebula shut her eyes, curling into a ball of torture and tears as her wing bent further, creaking, right on the breaking point. Unable to even cry out any more, she held herself tighter, screaming in her head. Make it stop! Make it all stop!

Her plea was heard.

One moment there was pain, sirens screaming, lights flashing, tapping and whimpering and crying out, the whole world rocking too and fro. The next there was a hiss, and in the following moment, nothing. Not just the removal of pain or noise, the removal of everything. Nebula floated in a dark abyss, suddenly infinitely small. It was all gone, the constant input of data from the ship's sensors, from the heart beats of the ponies she held within her to the burning of the millions of distant stars constantly bombarding her with every wavelength of the spectrum, the sounds of the vacuum, the running of the computer in the back of her mind, the engine thrumming through her as her magic coursed through it, all gone faster than the blink of an eye. Even her body was no more, just her consciousness and the infinite nothing. It was as though she had collapsed into her own head. She felt for her wing, for her hooves, for that centuries old body she'd felt simultaneously inside her, a part of her, and outside her for ten straight years, but search as she might, it was nowhere to be found.

She wanted to panic, but she couldn't even feel her heartbeat, couldn't generate the adrenaline to work her system into a frenzy. There was nothing but her own thoughts, floating vaguely in a void.

Those would have to do. Alright Nebula, you broke it. You acted out of fear and self preservation, you were selfish, and this is probably a just punishment. But you can fix this, just take it one step at a time. First, a head. Remember your head. The flowing dusty mane, the burgundy fur, the Navy blue cap... Muzzle, ivy eyes. Horn, thin and regal. You can do this, remember it all. Slowly every so slowly, coaxed by her thoughts into being, her head formed, a fuzzy ball with a dust cloud around it. But as she concentrated, it condenced, forming details, becoming exactly what she saw in the mirror every time she looked. As soon as it was complete, her mind seemed to jump into it, going from everywhere to where it belonged. Now that she had an anchor point, the work could really begin.

Perfect. Good start. We'll start big and go small. Next is the neck, ports in the back, connects to the big lump of a main frame for the torso, kept lean even while offered everything on a silver platter. Two wings, wide, underused but oh so loved. They got you into this mess, you better remember how they look. A tail, four legs, tall, thin, capped by four hooves. They all there? As she focused on each part of her form it came back into being, connecting to the previous parts, fuzzy at first, then defining more and more with each new part. By the time her hooves arrived, they appeared fully formed, slippers on the end and all. With her last question she flexed each limb in turn, smiling as she did so. With their confirmed arrival, she opened her eyes.

Darkness, just an alicorn floating in infinity. A frown graced her face. This isn't where you were. This wasn't what was going on. Remember? A ship more important than any before it. Grandfather's ship, the bridge, a Captain honoring her nation and her family. Can't you remember? Slowly the bridge materialized around her, her chair beneath and a window to protect her from the dark beyond. Even the cables reappeared, trying to tie to her neck. She shook her head. No, that's not right. Much too peaceful. You weren't good enough to keep that ship going. It's not some resort from which you rule your kingdom. You failed them, thrown from your throne in the heat of the battle. The bridge tilted, the floor moving up to meet her cheek while the rest remained fuzzy.

Nebula's brow furrowed. Come on! You can do better than this! Outside, the planet, so very near. Within, a red glow, alarms, sirens, and Starcall working away at her computer. Slowly they fell into place, able to see herself in position on the floor while still feeling it against her cheek. But something was still wrong. This still wasn't right. Ah! Of course. You cried, didn't you? You couldn't remain strong for your crew, couldn't handle the pain, couldn't keep Starcall from being frightened for you. Heck, it's a miracle you kept any dignity at all in the scenario. Let's add those in, shall we? The tears, the tearing wing, and the truth of the situation: A pitiful, useless mare who couldn't keep her ship safe. Who couldn't keep her crew safe. Who couldn't even keep herself safe. The tears immediately matted into her fur, which stuck out this way and that at odd angles. Beneath her eyes pooled wetness, while in her muscles appeared the dull ache from their clenching, all paling in comparison to the pain slowly receding from the ring around her shoulder.

In that form Nebula nodded. So close. So very close. Now, remember the reality. Starcall standing over you, trying to wake you up. The others, still in the library, waiting for you to take command and solve the problem. All of the ponies in the pods, their faith in you prevailing through their sleep. Nebula's eyes closed, the ground feeling more real, the sounds becoming more prevalent. Slowly, very slowly, she was coming back. But she had one final thought to push her through. Your crew loves you. Right now they need you as much as you need them. Now get up soldier, you've got work to do!

Nebula's eyes opened swiftly, looking up at a very worried Starcall, her running scanner ignored as she looked down on her Captain, nothing but concern on her face. “Captain! Thank the Princess you woke up! Are you alright?”

Nebula looked around, seeing herself sprawled against the floor, the cables trailing from just behind her neck to the chair. The lights seemed to have dimmed, the siren fading as the active power source was removed from its spot. The ship was gone, space just a silent void outside, but she had herself, for once. Smiling, she nodded. “Yes, I'm fine Starcall. You made it in time.”

Nebula placed her hooves beneath her, standing on shaky legs only to be immediately supported by her second in command. “Captain, you shouldn't move as you are. Take it easy. Who knows how your mind or body could react. There's no telling what might have happened.”

Nebula ignored her advice, pulling away and walking, each step with a little more strength returning and a little more purpose in its gait. “I'll tell you exactly what happened. That brass punk that assaulted my crew and banged up my ship just succeeded in ripping it apart, and I am not going to take that laying down!” She glanced up at the main window, the countdown reading five minutes until the atmosphere was reached. “Starcall, you stay here. You're going to have to supplement the autopilot now that it's running on half its computing power and nothing but batteries.”

“Ma'am!” Starcall saluted, but her confusion was betrayed in her face. “But where are you going?”

Nebula stood at the door to the bridge, turning around with a look of sheer determination. “I am going to protect my crew and my ship. Everpony is landing on that planet alive.” With that she left the bridge, the door sliding shut behind her for the last time.

Thrown to the side as the ship pitched, both Derpy and Rapid Fire struggled to keep themselves upright and their unconscious cargo safe. It had happened a few times now, with red lights bathing the area and klaxons blaring in the background, and the worry was getting to both of them that they were in real danger. As soon as they had their footing once more they moved again, running to the back of the Colony Sector and ever towards the TaRDiS. It must be really bad if The Doctor wants us to hide in there.

Derpy turned the last corner, the big blue box coming into view at the end of their row. Derpy pointed it out to Rapid, her face beaming as she did. “There it is!”

Rapid eyed both her and the foreign object skeptically. “What, the blue wooden box? Doesn't seem all that safe to me.”

“Oh, you'll be surprised! Just you wait!” Excited, Derpy ran towards the TaRDiS, causing her to be caught unaware when the room lurched again, throwing her against the cryopods. Rubbing her head from the impact she was oblivious to her slide across the floor, the heavy listing of the ship bringing her slowly closer to her destination. Beside her, Rapid walked unsteadily, her hooves barely managing to find purchase as she made her way to their goal.

Rapid was just a couple meters away when suddenly she stopped sliding, neither she nor Derpy pulled to the edge anymore. Her next step sent her drifting away from the floor and into the ceiling, completely uncontrolled despite her flailing hooves. Derpy ended up having equal difficulty in the lack of artificial gravity, having just decided to stand up only to find herself floating upside down towards her box, Chip slowly drifting away from her. Derpy threw a hoof around Chip, securing the unconscious mare to her before she flapped her wings in an attempt to fly there. The process was not fast, the lack of any beginning momentum putting a damper on her efforts, but she persevered, arriving at the same moment as Rapid at the TaRDiS door. Rapid pulled herself against the box's frame, placing an arm around Edge's waist to keep her safe for the trip.

Just as Edge was secured, a green wall of energy appeared through the wall, slowly constricting on the mares there. There was hardly a moment to register the surprise of its appearance before it passed through them with a tingle, followed by a torrent of wind matching the barrier's retreat. It flowed past them, sucking from the back of the room and buffeting Rapid against the box. Derpy and Chip weren't so lucky. Completely unanchored when the wind started, the two were slammed against the pods behind them, the air forcing them against the cool metal.

Rapid struggled against the current, her one hoof wrapped through the door handle the only thing keeping her from flying off. She looked from Edge to Derpy and Chip, more than fearful that she wouldn't be able to hold on. That was when she glimpsed it. She tried to yell to no avail, the winds drowning her every word out. Yet Derpy got the message, standing on the dome she was slammed against to peer in the direction Rapid was facing. Beyond, standing firmly on one of the pods further down wind, the brass pony stared at her, its empty eyes boring into her skewed ones.

Derpy turned back to Rapid, trying to signal that she should pull herself into the TaRDiS. Rapid just shook her head, her frightful expression unreadable as to whether she didn't understand or didn't think she could. Mustering up the strength, Derpy rose in the wind tunnel, pushing her way over the cryopod to where Chip had landed. She then bent down, grabbing Chip's hoof in her mouth, before looking up towards Rapid once more to see if she'd get the intention. Unfortunately, Rapid was much too focused on the brass pony, whose fiery jets were slowly bringing it closer to them.

With one swift motion Derpy kicked off of the pod, getting extra height in the zero gs in spite of the wind fighting against her. As she reached the apex of her jump, less than a pony's length from the door to the TaRDiS, she flung her head around, swinging the unconscious Chip around in a hammer throw. Rapid's eyes widened as she noticed what the mare was doing, barely able to react before Chip's body hit the door, opening it and pulling Rapid Fire and Edge in with her.

Alone in the rushing winds, Derpy contemplated how she herself would reach the door, her head starting to get light as her lungs strained to pull in air from the whirlwind around her. She braced herself once more against the pods, ready to launch herself forward, when the brass pony landed next to her, its flames whipped away in an instant.

The two just stared at each other, the rushing air the only noise, until a sharp click pierced it, the following words stolen away in the wind. Then the brass pony launched forward, no tensing beforehoof or preparation, hurtling towards Derpy. In a flash she pushed off from the pod, the leap dampened by the force of the wind but still clearing the pony, which she then used as a platform to get a further boost. Beneath her lightning streaked across its form, the bolts slipping under Derpy's rear hooves as she managed to cling her front one to the door's handle. The brass pony did not give up, turning up to gaze at her menacingly before pushing up itself, leaping towards her with blade outstretched. Derpy swung herself flat up against the door, the blade slashing below and missing her by centimeters.

Seizing her chance, Derpy kicked off of the wooden box, her full strength coalescing in her right rear hoof, which connected full on with the brass pony's head. The head crumpled in beneath the force of the blow, the entire body flying down the row as Derpy lost her grip on the door, her own momentum pulling her away. The last wisps of air floated past her, taking all sound and the sparking robot with them. In the absolute still of the room Derpy gently landed, quickly pushing off of the pod beneath her. She drifted for a moment, struggling to keep the air in her lungs from rushing out, before her hoof connected with the TaRDiS door. She grabbed onto it, swinging it open and tumbling inside.

Derpy gasped for air, lungs gulping down the precious gas as she was pulled against the floor by the gravity of the interior. She took this moment to look around, noting the energy of the well lit bronze room. It felt as though the TaRDiS was waiting for something, some purpose not quite fulfilled yet.

Shaking off the feeling, Derpy looked next to her, seeing both Chip and Straight Edge laying calmly, their breathing regular despite the difficulties outside and the impact of their entrance. Rapid Fire, however, had started wandering, awestruck as she stood at the control panel in the middle, hoof poised to press a button.

“Wait!” Derpy called out to her, hauling herself up and flying over to the control panel. “Don't touch that one, that makes the sirens turn on, and they are really, really loud. Hit that blue one over there.” Rapid did what she was told, causing the display monitor before them to turn on, a picture of a sealed door filling it.

It was the door to the main ship, The Doctor, Ink Well, and Spanner clearly visible through the window set in it, though they seemed very concerned at what they saw. Slowly the door grew smaller, the image twisting slightly as it pulled away. Around the door were exposed wires, glowing hot metal, and sheared ducting, the insides of the ship spilling out only to be stopped by the shimmering green shield that now tinted the display. Derpy's heart sank as the image kept growing smaller, full realization hitting at just what had happened. Their section had been disconnected from the ship. The Doctor wouldn't be coming for her now...

In an instant her heart leaped back into her chest. “The Doctor!” Derpy ran around the console, turning a few knobs and pressing a couple buttons. “The Doctor will know what to do! He'll be able to fix all of this, if we can just contact him.” Derpy made her way to a small thing sticking out with a rounded head and a speaker grille, what The Doctor had referred to once as a 'phone,' and spoke into it. “Doctor, can you hear me? Are you there?”

“Derpy! Good, you're alright. Now I'm going to need you to listen to me...” An electronic whine sounded behind Derpy, pulling her attention away from the console. “Derpy, you are alright, aren't you? Did everypony make it into the ship?” Derpy slowly turned around, looking first at Rapid Fire, then at what her weapons were trained on. “Did you take care of the brass pony? Derpy!”

Derpy didn't make a noise, just stared at the brass monster in her doorway, her face resolute.

Whir, click. “Source recovery moved to secondary objective. New primary objective: Capture the TaRDiS. Eliminate those in the way.”

Rapid Fire leveled her cannon, the tip glowing red. “I'd like to see you try.”

“No no no no no no no!” The Doctor ran from the library as the ship pitched, running along the skewed corridor with a practiced ease. Ink Well and Spanner followed, flying through the tilted passage, with Steelheart and Fusebox stumbling behind. When he arrived at the sealed door, The Doctor just looked through its window helplessly, anger building on his face as he watched the hall beyond slowly drifting away, the melted remains of the edges dripping off into space. Around him the lights dimmed, garnering the attention of everyone but himself. He just kept looking into space, watching the green barrier slowly reposition itself just outside the door.

The Doctor turned around, a calm smile on his face, which caught the others off guard. They were all expecting rage. Ink Well was the first to question his sanity. “Doctor, are you alright?”

The Doctor's smile just deepened. “Of course! Everything is fine! I'm sure Derpy made it to the TaRDiS. She's a clever girl, she can take care of herself from there. Probably even land the whole wing safely if she figures out the controls. Shouldn't be too hard, just keep pressing buttons and flipping levers until something works. That's what I always do!”

As The Doctor rambled, Fusebox galloped up with Steelheart, the shock on her face apparent the minute she saw the stars twinkling outside. “The colony sector is gone?!” She shoved past the ponies there, even knocking over The Doctor to replace him in the window, heart falling at the sight. “No, the whole wing is gone...” She stepped away, anger burning as she looked at The Doctor, who continued smiling. “How can you be so happy? Rapid was right, you had something to do with this, didn't you? All of this happened once you got here!” She stomped towards him threateningly, forcing him against the wall with her words.

“He is not to blame.” From further down the hall came a voice, unsteady, its regal tone lost. “Over a thousand souls were sleeping in that section, now lost forever to the void of space.” Everyone turned to look at its source, saddened as the defeat entering it became readily apparent. “This close to our destination, and we failed them.” Nebula's appearance shocked everypony there, from simply being there to the disheveled appearance of her fur, outfit, and somehow even her ethereal mane. It looked like she'd just walked through Tartarus, and nopony knew how to react.

Nopony, that is, except The Doctor, who held up a hoof, fixing his tie with the other as he stood back up. “Not to worry! They are all safe. My TaRDiS is on that section of the ship, and even better Derpy is in it. Once she contacts me I can make this whole thing right.”

“Doctor, can you hear me? Are you there?” The voice rang out from Fusebox's earpiece, drawing all attention from the confident pony to itself. The Doctor just walked over, plucking it from Fusebox's ear and placing it in his own.

“Derpy! Good, you're alright. Now I'm going to need you to listen to me for a moment, as I'm sure you've realized that your section is falling away from the ship. You're going to have to follow my instructions exactly, got that?” The Doctor waited a moment, confidence slipping as Derpy failed to respond. He glanced around at everyone, seeing their worry only growing, and spoke again. “Derpy, you are alright, aren't you? Did everypony make it into the ship?” The silence rang out once more, The Doctor's smile turning nervous as worry crept into it. “Did you take care of the brass pony?” This wasn't right. This sort of wait could only mean something bad. “Derpy!” There was a loud whir, a click, the sound of a laser firing, then static.

Derpy shielded herself from the sparks and the smoke coming from the main console of the TaRDiS, yelling at Rapid Fire. “It's already done that once, why do you keep shooting at it?” The console was a wreck from where the beam had pierced it, reflected from Rapid's cannon off of the brass pony's hull and right through the phone.

“Didn't think it'd be lucky again. Guess I was wrong.” Rapid snarled, shrugging off her weaponry and staring down the brass invader. It hadn't yet moved, though a constant sound of churning gears could be heard coming from it. Rapid lowered herself into an aggressive pose. “It's time for something a little more visceral.”

Pushing off of the grated floor, Rapid launched forward, leaving the ground and swinging a forehoof straight for the dent in the robot's face. At the last instant it moved, a blur of motion placing it behind Rapid in her flight. Missing her target, she shifted her weight to the striking hoof, planting it firmly and swinging her back leg down in. Again the pony dodged, inching to the side and causing the kick to hit the floor, the grating reverberating at the impact. It then raised its own forehoof, a hole sliding open in the bottom as it did.

Looking down the barrel of the leg, Rapid jumped sideways, spinning through the air just as the shot went off, the loud bang followed by the ricochet of a bullet of metal. She used her momentum to try to strike again, the spinning leg sweeping down once more, this time to spark where the hoof slid down the brass pony's plating. Even though it had dodged too slowly, it did not react to the strike except to begin whirring once more. Rapid, however, smiled, taking the momentum of her hit into another spinning kick. The brass pony reacted much faster this time, moving far away from the attacking military pony. She frowned at it. “What's the matter? Not moving as fast as you thought?” Another shot rang out, flying harmlessly into the wall as Rapid deftly avoided it. “Only you get ranged weapons, huh? Well let's see you use them!” She put her head down, charging across the room and after the brass pony once more.

As the battle raged, Derpy looked over the control panel, distressed by the fire starting on it. She ducked under it, reaching into the mess of wiring below the grating and pulling out the fire extinguisher The Doctor kept down there. It was far too big for a normal pony, with a strange mechanism that was almost impossible to activate with hooves. Normally she'd have his help at this, fires being surprisingly common on the TaRDiS, but today she was on her own, propping the nozzle next to the flames and running back to where the red body stood. She placed a hoof on either side of the firing mechanism, squeezing them together only for the hose to fly around, spraying white foam through the air. The nozzle danced like a snake, managing to douse the fire, but leaving much of the console and a large area of the grating covered in a slowly-dissipating slippery goop.

The fire solved, Derpy pushed aside the extinguisher, turning her attention back to the fight. It was getting dangerously near the unconscious ponies on the floor. Bullets were firing sporadically, and while Rapid seemed adept at dodging them, the sleeping ponies certainly wouldn't be. Yes, Derpy had to contact The Doctor, but their safety came first. She flew over the tall railing, rounding one of the natural pillars as the brawl moved under her. The brass pony's blade was out again, swinging at Rapid. She ducked, causing the pony's blade, and the leg it was attached to, to get caught in the pillar. Taking the opportunity, Rapid made a flying leap, connecting solidly with the brass pony's body, sending it flying and snapping the blade. As she landed she taunted her foe. “Where's your weapon now?” An angered whir returned her question, and the fighting pair moved further around the room.

Derpy took that chance to move to the downed ponies, starting by grabbing onto the zebra and pulling her up the central ramp. She then carefully moved her under one of the seats surrounding the central bulb, hoping the cushioning would provide cover and keep her safe. She then ran back over to Chip, pulling the orange pony under another seat to keep her safe as well. As it was done, she looked back to the fight.

The dueling pair had traveled around the lower level, the brass pony leading with his retreat. Rapid followed, lunging forward with another swipe that missed its target. Her hoof came down, causing Derpy to gasp as it landed on the one spot of white left dripping through the grated floor. Rapid slid, losing her balance for an instant, stumbling to keep herself up. The brass pony was on her in a flash, bringing down its heavy hoof in a crushing blow. The hoof connected, impacting sharply, the noise of which resounded in the room.

The brass pony stood above the motionless form of Rapid Fire, somehow seeming smug despite its emotionless mask of a face. It then turned slowly towards Derpy, whirring deeply as it changed targets. It took a few steps forward, its fore hoof rising as it slowly took aim. Derpy focused on the end of the leg, putting all of her energy into being ready to dodge when it fired. The room was silent as the two stared each other down, the sound of the last of the goop dripping through the grating and the clank of the brass pony's hooves deafening in the heavy atmosphere of the room.

“Hold it right there, shiny. You aren't done with me.” The brass pony stopped in its tracks, whirring in confusion as its bent face turned to look to the source of the interruption. The voice rang out again, the tone clear and familiar, but tinted with a chittering quality. “You thought that was enough to take me down? You have another thing coming.” The rest of the brass pony's body shifted, turning back to the one who accosted it and giving Derpy a clear view.

Standing up strong and tall was Rapid Fire, part of the right side of her olive face replaced with a jet black carapace, her eye suddenly a smooth, shiny blue. She smiled, baring a fang that sprouted newly from her lip, and stared down the brass pony. For a moment, it paused, whirring angrily before its surface erupted with electricity. Rapid worked the stiffness from her neck before returning to her aggressive stance, grin deepening. “Let's settle this.”

Ink Well turned from the stars outside, worried as he looked at The Doctor, whose own face was an unreadable mask. “Doctor. Are you alright?” The Doctor remained stoic, his face seeming dark in the light of the hallway. “Is everything okay? How about Ditzy? Will she be fine?”

The Doctor turned on him, a manic smile plastered onto his features. “Oh yes she will! I promised her I would get her home to see her daughter, and she is bloody going to see her daughter! And as for whoever created that brass beauty? Putting it on my ship was the last mistake they'll ever make.” Immediately he set off down the hall, calling to all of them as he went. “Come on! Crew to the bridge! This bird's coming in for a landing.”

He ran past the crew, each of them following him to the bridge as he made his way past Nebula and in o the connecting corridor. The others ran past her, all eager to be landing the ship, but she remained looking down the hallway, a resolute look to her face. As Spanner passed, he turned around, trotting in place. He looked to her, unsure whether to follow The Doctor or his Captain. “Captain?”

Nebula just smiled at him. “Go on ahead. Follow Mr. Smith and start the process without me. I want to stretch my legs a bit more before going back there.” Spanner nodded, still not completely convinced. Seeing this, Nebula stood tall and commanding, brimming with confidence despite her disheveled appearance. “We'll land this ship safely, right soldier?”

Spanner saluted, feeding off of his Captain's courage. “Right!”

“That's right! Now get to the bridge. Starcall and Mr. Smith will take over until I get there.” Spanner finished his salute, then turned, taking wing down the hall to catch up with the rest of them.

This left Ink Well and Nebula alone in the corridor, both standing silently, looking to where The Doctor had just left. Slowly Nebula approached Ink Well, smirking slightly as she spoke. “You're not following him. Is the bloom off of the rose already?”

Ink Well looked at her, mind drawn from some far off corner by her words. “What? Oh, no, it's just-”

“You don't wish to be here anymore, do you? All of this danger just a little too much? Somepony you need to get back to?” Ink Well looked at her, confusion spreading over her face as she partially read his thoughts. Nebula shook her head. “Oh, I know all about him. Brought you here in a magical little blue box, right?” Ink Well nodded, causing Nebula to smile. “You know, I actually met him before, centuries ago, though I suspect he hasn't had that honor yet...” She turned back to where The Doctor had just run off, her smile turning sad. “He tried to do to me what he's done to you, and I had the same reaction. In that first moment he captivates you, promising so much and just so sure of himself. Then you get out there and somehow everything goes wrong, trouble just waiting to greet you at every turn. And it's then that the truth comes out: he's just this crazy little lonely pony in an amazing box, this sad hero hiding behind a manic smile...”

Ink Well continued to say nothing, his mind flashing to the lecture he'd received earlier. The Doctor had been genuinely worried for him, the first time the entire trip, and it had shown. Sure, he had been angry, but it was because he hadn't wanted Ink Well hurt. It was like a father taking care of a child, angry on the outside, but fear and worry within. And all the smiling and all the talking, all of the flourishes and attention grabbing... What was that saying? Those who smile the most have endured the most pain? If that's true, The Doctor must have died five times over.

Ink Well turned to thank Nebula for clearing up his thoughts only to find her no longer at his side, having moved to the locked door when he was lost in thought. She was concentrating, with an ivy green glow surrounding her horn and a matching one enveloping the door. Beyond the glow he could see the stars, burning brightly behind the shield. “What are you doing? There's nothing but space out there now.”

“I know.” Nebula kept concentrating, her magic spreading from the door to the walls as she tried to move the mechanisms keeping it shut.

Ink Well watched the light show, still puzzled by what she was trying to accomplish. “It doesn't really matter anyway. That thing's stuck tight. It's the whole reason we're in this mess. Well, apart from that brass monster.”

Nebula nodded, answering automatically. “True.” Her magic slid through the wall, find the machines keeping the door shut immoveable. Frowning, she took a step closer, her magic centering on the door again. “But I feel it is high time we removed the problem, don't you?” The glow around her horn tripled in intensity, her face showing the barest hint of strain as she shoved the door with both her body and her magic. The door twisted, the metal around it bending and crying out before it gave way with a terrifying screech, rending the door and its frame clear from the ship. Nebula tossed the twisted remains of the problem through the shield, breathing heavily from the exertion, but satisfied with the result.

Ink Well nodded in wide-eyed approval. “Very nice. But this doesn't get us any closer to bringing Ditzy back, does it?”

Nebula snorted, smirking playfully at the writer. “You always were a bit of a pessimist, weren't you?”

“Hmm?”

Nebula shook her head, smiling. “Don't worry, she and all the ponies asleep in that sector will be meeting us on the surface. I'll make sure of that.” She then walked out to the very edge of the melted metal, looking through the shields in an attempt to locate the floating piece of her ship.

Ink Well looked dumbfounded, taking a few moments to take in what Nebula had said and was doing before he realized her plan. She's gonna jump. “You can't be serious. All of the studies have shown that there's no air in space. You'll die if you go out there!”

Nebula's smile deepened as she looked towards him, starting a list on the wall with her hoof. “Sixteen hundred years of study has revealed more than that, Ink Well. There's the many types of radiation, wandering asteroids, super fast dust particles with the kinetic energy to pierce solid steel, burning up on the atmosphere we are entering... just all sorts of horrible things waiting for me past that shield. A lack of oxygen will be the least of my worries.” She returned her gaze from the tally she'd marked on the wall to the stars outside. “It's not going to stop me though. I owe it to my crew.”

Ink Well took a step forward, trying to put himself between her and the glowing shield outside. “But your crew is waiting on the bridge. They won't be able to land the ship without you.”

Nebula shook her head sadly. “As soon as I was disconnected I became dead weight. I cannot for the life of me remember how to fly this thing. I was just a battery, a tool to keep the others going on their flight. But even then, my crew isn't just the ones awake for the journey. Every one of the two thousand ponies and gryphons packed into the pods on this ship is my responsibility.” She turned to him, deadly serious. “I'm not losing half of them because of some robot.”

Ink Well took a step forward, trying to talk down the determined alicorn. “But this is suicide! It would be one thing if you'd be safe, but under these conditions, how could you possibly survive?”

Nebula stared at him, as if puzzled by his question. “Still worried about me, and you hardly even know me yet...” She laughed, looking slightly sheepish as she avoided his gaze. “To tell you the truth, all I have to go on are two facts: One, I am immortal, and so far that has meant I'm pretty hard to get rid of, and two, Princess Luna was imprisoned for a thousand years on the moon, which operates under fairly similar conditions, and she survived alright.” She shrugged. “If she could last that long, I think I can probably take a few minutes.”

Rapidly running out of ways to talk her out of it, Ink Well fell back on his weakest argument. “Do you at least have a plan? Or are you just thinking you'll rush out there and be a hero?”

Nebula looked out into space stoically. “Sometimes ponies need a hero to rally around. Be it peace, war, safety, or freedom, all it takes is one pony in the right place at the right time to change the world.” She looked back at him, glad to see him accepting her statement, and dropped the stoic look, favoring a more playful one. “As for a plan, I've got an idea, but I won't know if it works until I get out there. If it doesn't, I'll wing it.”

“Well, that's all I usually do.” He walked back, away from the opening and from the pony ready to exit it, and looked to the floor, shame eating away at him. “Look, I'm sorry about this whole mess. That thing came chasing me, and when I went to stop it I just-”

Nebula cut him off with a hoof. “Don't you dare blame yourself for this. I saw the warning signs, literally had something telling me this would happen in my hoof, and didn't look at it because I don't like spoilers. If anypony is at fault, it's me. And that is why I am going to make it right, whatever the cost.”

Ink Well nodded, watching Nebula prepare herself for the leap. One last thought tickled his mind. “What should I tell your crew when I get to the bridge?”

She stalled for a moment, just long enough to look back at him and flash a smile. “You're good with words. I'm sure you'll think of something.” She then spread her wings wide, the tips brushing against the walls, and took off, great strokes propelling her through the void beyond.

After a few minutes she became indistinguishable from the night, the glow of the shield hiding her dark rose form from Ink Well's eyes. Hoping she'd feel his encouragement, he saluted her. “Good luck, Nebula.” As the moment passed, he turned, galloping from the corridor and making his way to the bridge. When he arrived, he saw the others in a flurry of activity. Starcall was tapping rapidly at her screens, with two sets of equations running there and a third on her monocle. Fusebox and Spanner were working diligently at their own stations on the opposite wall, while Steelheart was standing on the Captain's chair, a ship's wheel in his claws as he did his best to make himself useful. Finally, The Doctor was running between, monitoring and correcting everyone else's actions.

The door slid shut behind him, drawing The Doctor's attention from Starcall's screen to him. “Ah! Ink Well! Just in time!” The Doctor ran over, shepherding Ink Well to the center of the room and talking as fast as his mouth could go, smile still present on his face. “Go help Steelheart keep the controls steady. One of the engines was on the wing that had the colony sector, and now with the lack of balance and the lack of the main portion of the computer or new energy to run the calculations, the autopilot is over correcting and needs manual override. Just hold onto the wheel all the way to the right and wait for further instructions.” The Doctor pushed him next to Steelheart, pointing out the controls with a hoof as he talked, before suddenly stopping, his face popping up between Ink Well and the ship's wheel. “Speaking of the Captain, when is she coming? She didn't seem the type to keep us waiting.”

Taken aback by his appearance, it took Ink Well a moment to steady himself, but he used that time to find the correct words. He could feel the ears of the whole bridge on him, not just The Doctor's, but what to say just flowed to him as soon as he was resettled. “She said to carry on without her, and she'll meet us all down on the surface. She said she had a promise to keep.”

The Doctor's smile faded for a moment, eyes gaining a far off quality, suddenly deeper than any ocean could hope to be. “I see.” The two words carried a defeat, as though he had just lost something precious. Then he was back in an instant, the fast talking pony he'd always been. “Fantastic! Let's make sure she's got a crew to meet, shall we?” Behind him the counter on the window ticked down, the smaller showing nothing but zeroes.

“Entering the atmosphere now.” Came Starcall's voice, her attention not moving for an instant from her screens.

The Doctor moved to the center of the floor, beaming. “Fantastic. Hold on everyone, this is going to be a bumpy ride!”

The instant she left the shields everything changed. She had not taken a deep breath, exiting mid-inhale to keep what air she had from expanding and hurting her lungs. It had happened before, when her module had lost pressurization during a training run, and she did not want to repeat that experience. Instead the air was ripped from her lungs, sucked irretrievably into the vacuum of space, and she could feel the sweat that had lingered in her fur begin to boil away, unable to stay a liquid in the vacuum. The sun's rays pounded into her, super heating one side of her body while the other felt a chill colder than any she'd experienced before. For an instant she contemplated returning to the ship, but it was immediately apparent that was not an option, as the lopsided vessel was long gone, entering the atmosphere and leaving her behind.

She knew from memory that she should have about thirty seconds before she lost consciousness, so she counted them down, looking around her for any sign of the detached wing. At fifteen she spotted it, a bright silver cylinder drifting gently away from the planet. She shifted her wings, causing her own course to slowly correct. At five she flapped her wings again, expending her magic to give her something to push against. She accelerated towards the chunk, but there was no hope she'd make it in time. At one she still had over two thirds of the distance to travel. She closed her eyes, ready to begin the struggle for consciousness.

But the struggle never came. Her lungs still ached, crying out for the air they were so used to, but otherwise she could feel nothing hindering her. Whatever magic held her immortality made sure of that. In fact, if anything, her mind felt clearer, the lack of oxygen just one less barrier to work through. And in this state, she could feel everything. She could feel the distant stars, the radiation pouring off of them making pinpoints of warmth on her fur, while areas with only void developed a small layer of frost. She could see the dust cloud of the Pony Head Nebula surrounding them, for many millions of miles around, glowing a deep rose red, with orange and yellow bursts where new stars were born within.

It was as though she were the ship again, without the huge bulk of metal and circuitry blocking herself from what she felt. This... this was amazing. How had she let her fear stop her from trying this before? This was why, sometimes, you just winged it. Sometimes it paid off.

Probing out with her magic, she could feel the asteroids surrounding her, one in particular coming her way. With just the simplest flick of her wing, she avoided it, trotting along its cold surface and using it to propel her towards her target, growing ever larger in its slow drift. She sped up, accelerating with her magic. She was calm, a kind of calm she'd never felt before, and in her zen state her mind zeroed in on its one focus: the ponies she had to save. She banked, using her slow drift and the slight spin of the ship's wing to arrive cleanly in the narrow passage opening, right where the door would have let out.

Slipping into the cool cover of the ship, Nebula stood at the entrance for a moment, musing on how simple it had been after all of the drama of earlier. With a gentle push she drifted down one of the hallways, looking into pod after pod. Inside the ponies and gryphons continued to slumber peacefully, their cryogenic stasis not interrupted for a moment in all of the commotion. She sent a magic pulse, testing what remained in the system. The emergency generators were functioning, keeping all of the pods from being little more than glorified coffins, and there was even some residual magic rattling around, primarily within the engine. Satisfied with her check, she tipped off one of the pods and moved to the central hallway. She stopped herself and pulsed her magic once more.

Beneath her lit up like a candle, and all around her the magic resonated perfectly. It was from here, the center of the wreckage, that she would take them home. She used her magic to magnetize her shoes to the floor, letting her stand firm as her magic power built. Her horn glowed a strong ivy green, a matching aura faintly drifting from all around her. She let her magic spread, a stronger glow beginning at her feet and seeping slowly outward. As it did, information flowed back to her; the structural soundness of the ship, the integrity of the engine, the life force of those around her, faint, precious, safe. It then spread further, creeping over every inch of the hull. Suddenly the outside was revealed once more, stars, asteroids, the planet, coming into focus and painting a clear picture in Nebula's mind.

Keeping it all in check, new sweat boiling off of her fur as she maintained the magical field, she focused on the engine, feeding it power to get the wing moving. Beneath her the engine hummed, the entire hull stopping its rotation. A little more finesse turned the colony sector towards the planet, and then, with a weighty push, it was sent on it's way, just enough momentum to get it into the planet's gravity.

Sighing breathlessly from the strain, Nebula let her power slide from the engine and equalize over the whole wing. So far so good. Ice crystals formed on her brow, which she wiped away with a hoof before starting her next task. She closed her eyes, the glow on her horn doubling in intensity so that its brightness bled through her eyelids. She extended her influence from the hull, creating a magical bubble to hold the section safe for landing. She was pushing herself after everything that had just happened, she knew it, but there was no chance to take it safely or carefully. Pressing onwards, the shield hardened, a solid wall of magic just barely free of the wing.

As the glow in her horn dimmed slightly, the energy to maintain a spell less than the energy to cast it, she allowed herself a smile. Now all you have to do is keep this up and wait. She felt the edge of her shield begin to heat, making first contact against the atmosphere. She just stood tall, sending it a little more power. Let's just hope you're ready for a hard landing.

The two armored ponies exchanged blows, brass and chitin colliding in hit after hit. Sparks flew from each of the brass pony's punches, each of which slid past Rapid's nimble dodges, but the sparks would jump, causing fur to recede and reveal her changeling form wherever they landed. For her part, Rapid was even more vicious, going all out in flurries of strikes that dented the brass pony's plating, the electricity coursing over it not hindering her in the least. But the effort was getting to her, and with every passing moment her moves were slowing down, misses becoming glancing blows against her exoskeleton.

As the fight raged behind her, Derpy's hooves ran over the TaRDiS's controls, flipping levers, hitting buttons, spinning spinners, and flitting across keyboards in a display that would put Equestria's finest typists to shame. While it all looked very impressive, and while the ship was certainly rattling and making a lot of noise as she worked, nothing seemed to be coming out of it, and the worry that created was apparent on Derpy's face as she smacked the central bulb. “Come on! The Doctor just presses buttons and all sorts of things happen! He'd have that thing out of this ship in a wink, or sent it to the moon with nothing more than a smile! Why won't you work for me?” She ran around the central console, coming up to what she knew were the space and time controls. These were the one thing she didn't want to touch. She had possibly less knowledge of how they worked than everything else, and one wrong move could land the TaRDiS literally anywhere. But they were the only thing she hadn't tried yet. Maybe if she just...

A loud crackle came out from the other side of the console, drawing Derpy's attention as she looked past the crystal in the center. Rapid Fire staggered back, a shower of sparks flying from a charred point on her shoulder, her uniform sporting as many holes as her legs. “That all... you got?” she wheezed, breathing deeply from the hit. She shook her head to clear it while the brass pony walked closer to her, electricity still skipping over its body as it raised its front hoof, readying another shot. Derpy looked at the controls, then her dazed friend, indecision pulling at her. The right button would save her instantly, the wrong one...

Rapid shook the fuzz from her mind, her shoulder aching from where the electricity had discharged into it. As she did she opened her eyes, her blurred gaze showing a closer brass form standing against a similar colored background, walking ever closer. She knew she had to move, sending the messages to her legs, her wings, something to get her away from her attacker, but they just weren't responding. As she kept looking, her vision cleared. A hoof was pointing at her, electricity leaping over it. In the center, a dark spot, perfectly circular. Oh no. Come on, move! She closed her eyes, willing herself into motion against the ache, much too slow to react.

The shot rang out, and pain lit up in Rapid Fire's body, though not from her chest, where it was expected. It was her arm, the bullet lodged somewhere within. Her eyes leaped open with it, ready to counter strike when they caught a confusing sight. The brass pony was flying to the side, electricity arcing from it to a grey mass slammed into its side. Her heart pumped, another spike of pain and adrenaline clearing her vision, letting her spot blonde streaks on the grey lump, a tangle of hooves trailing behind it. Two skewed yellow eyes looked at her, worry lighting them even as their owner's face froze in a silent scream.

Pain ignored, Rapid was up and running immediately, following the monster and Derpy as they smashed into the wall near the door. Derpy fell away, sparking and shaking, leaving the brass pony to slide slowly away from the wall. Before it could even move, Rapid was upon it, catching it and smashing its head against the wall once more. “You hurt my friends.” Pain lit up her arm, neon green blood leaking from it, but she pushed past it, bringing the robot's head back just to smash it in again. “Chip, Edge, Derpy, you hurt them all.” She smashed the pony's head again, feeling it start to give way beneath her hoof. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, hurts my friends. Do you understand?” Each hit bent the dented face further, until it was almost unrecognizable. In that state, the brass pony whirred and clicked, whatever it was about to say lost in the crunch of machinery beneath Rapid's hoof.

Energy was suddenly being pulled in around her, ionizing each of her breaths. As the feeling built, sparks appearing on everything from the brass pony to the grated floor and even tickling across her horn, she pulled the crumpled heap to the door, bringing it up to her fanged sneer as she looking into the remains of its cold eyes. “Now get off of her ship.” Rapid opened the door, tossing the brass pony outside like a piece of trash. It drifted out into the zero gs, bouncing off of a wall before it collapsed in on itself, disappearing in a silent flash of light.

“Good riddance,” Rapid Fire snorted before turning back to Derpy, who coughed where she lay, woozily raising her head. Rapid ran over, leaning down next to her. “Derpy, are you alright?” The tips of her mane, tail, and wings were singed, her eyes slightly more disoriented than they normally looked.

Derpy just smiled at her. “Yeah. Of course. Not the first time I've been struck by lightning. Are you?” Her eyes traveled down Rapid's leg, stopping at the fluorescent green trail running down it. “Oh no! You got hit? I knew I thought too long...”

Rapid waved her worries off, pulling Derpy up onto her hooves. “You saved me. But why? I'm a changeling.”

“A life is a life. Be it a changeling, a dragon, Cerberus, or my own daughter, I would never let a life end if I could stop it.” Derpy smiled warmly. “And that goes double for a friend.”

Tears began to form at the edges of Rapid's eyes, unseen by Derpy as she walked to the central console, still talking as she tapped a few buttons and looked at the monitor. “By the way, why were you hiding your changelingness? Weren't they recognized fully into the Alliance... oh, when did The Doctor say it was... it was over a thousand years ago, that much I remember.”

Rapid took a few moments to compose herself, keeping her voice steady as she responded. “Yeah, we were, but a lot of ponies still don't like how changelings look. We still scare ponies, and a lot of us still are more aggressive and greedy than most ponies, so we have a bad reputation.” As she talked, she walked over to where Chip had been set down, carefully removing her from under the seat and looking at her surprisingly tranquil form. “I didn't want to scare off anypony or bring up bad old memories, so I hid.” She picked Chip up, laying her on the seat cushion, in an attempt to let her be more comfortable. “It let me get closer to them, become more trusted by them, and thanks to that, I was accepted by this incredible crew.” She began to idly run a hoof through Chip's mane, wincing when she felt the bump on the back of her head. That would take some time to heal... She really should have been there to stop that. “I didn't want to lose any of that... guess it's too late to worry about it now.”

Derpy finished her tapping, turning to face Rapid as the monitor loaded on its own. “I shouldn't worry too much about it. I'm sure they'll love you just the same.” She saw Rapid looking so lovingly at Chip and just smiled, turning back to the monitor. “Maybe even a little more, now that you saved them.” When she saw what the monitor was showing, she frowned. “Huh, that's odd.”

Rapid looked over, about to question Derpy when she caught the image herself. The ship outside their box was glowing a familiar ivy green. After a moment, the picture changed to an outside view, the whole detached wing enveloped in a magical aura. Rapid left Chip's side, looking at the screen as it changed to a third angle: the Captain, sweating, disheveled, with her horn glowing brightly. “What is she doing out there?”

Derpy shook her head. “I don't know.”

The camera angle changed again, showing a shield forming around the wing. Immediately Rapid understood. “She's trying to land us! She disconnected from the ship and flew all the way out here just to save them. To save us...” She watched the screen flit back to Nebula as she concentrated harder on her magic. The sweat boiling off her brow said it all. “I should be with her, not stuck in some box watching.”

Derpy looked at the controls, then the determined look on Rapid's face, her own face mirroring it as she ran through her experiences with The Doctor in her mind. A few seconds later, she smiled, running around the console tapping at it again. The Doctor could wait a little longer to hear from her. Rapid watched, perplexed and about to say something when Derpy cut her off. “Go to her.”

“What?”

Derpy just smiled, pointing to the TaRDiS door. “I'll take care of everything from here. Just go to her. She needs all the support she can get.”

Still confused, but ready to trust the grey mare before her, Rapid went to the door. In its frame she looked back, only to get an encouraging nod from Derpy. She nodded back, trepidation setting in as her gaze moved to Chip. It was a vacuum out there... She steeled her resolve, opening the door and setting out into the broken ship.

Warning sirens in several different pitches blared within the confines of the bridge as it rattled and shook, the reentry process giving the ship a pounding. Those gathered on the bridge, however, were doing their best to tune it all out, instead listening for The Doctor's instructions.

“No! Keep the speed on the engine low. We don't need to be spinning when we land.” He tapped the engineer ponies on the back before running to the Captain's chair. “All the way to the right Ink Well! If the ground is flat ahead you aren't pulling hard enough! Follow Steelheart.” With a skip he went over to Starcall, keeping an eye on all of her screens. “Yes, that's it, you're good at this. Just keep at it, and don't mind me one bit.” He ran further down the wall, pointing his sonic screwdriver at it until a panel fell off halfway down.

All of the crew ponies spared a look at him, wanting to make sure he didn't do anything to their ship, but in return he just smiled and waved before shooing their eyes back to their own works. Taking no more than a cursory glance at the bundle of wiring running past the wall, he grabbed one in his teeth, ripping it free and causing a huge spark. The sirens cut out around him, much to everyone's relief.

Seeing this sabotage, Fusebox started to run towards him, horn glowing as she prepared to stop him in his tracks. “What the hay do you think you're-”

The Doctor held up a hoof, spitting the cable into the other one. “Back to your position, Fusebox! Merely manual adjustments!” Without watching to see if she returned, he reached back into the wall, tearing free three more heavy wires and shutting off the warning lights around them. In the process, a shock visibly ran through him, sending him flying back to crash into the floor a meter away. Ink Well turned just in time to see him stand back up, mane sticking out on end. “Fantastic!” he said, an even more manic grin on his face as he ran back to his post.

Turning back to the ship's wheel, Ink Well noticed something out of the corner of his eye. At his feet was a small blue book, well worn with age rather than use, obviously Nebula's reading material. He was about to dismiss it when he noticed two things. First, the design on the cover, looking for all the world like the TaRDiS, the blue background having with white signs on it and small latticed windows along the top. Second was the title, replacing the words that normally ran along the TaRDiS's top sign. The Time Traveler's Tales, A Collection from Across the Ages. Curious, he kicked open the front cover, landing on the dedication page. “For all of those who travel. Our dreams travel with you. -Ink Well.”

He was about to see if he could open it further when The Doctor popped up next to him, shaking his head and trailing a pair of wires behind him. “Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I? Steelheart, I thought you'd be keeping a better eye on him.” Steelheart made to speak, but was cut off as The Doctor grabbed the book, tossing it over his shoulder and into a far corner of the room. “Spoilers, Ink Well. They ruin all the excitement. Now then, further right, I'll tell you when to let up.”

Starcall piped up from her station, voice wavering. “One minute to landing. Velocity is too high. Fatal crash likely.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, hooves working the board before her frantically. “Maximizing braking thrusters, redirecting-”

“Hold that thought Starcall!” The Doctor called as he hopped down from the Captain's chair, running with his cables to stand before the window, less than a minute left on the landing timer. From what Ink Well could see, the ship was going much too fast, rocketing into the verdant planet at a very odd angle. The ground was on their right, the sky on their left, and a large red mountain was looming on the horizon and growing every second. “Starcall, ready the brake systems, but do not activate them until I say so. Spanner, Fusebox, keep the engines steady, they're going to hate what we're about to do to them. Ink Well, Steelheart, as hard as you can left, right...” The Doctor held up the two cables with his hooves and the sonic screwdriver in his mouth, he brought the cable's ends very close, though not touching. Seconds passed in terrified silence, the mountains growing larger, the trees growing nearer, the shaking reaching terrible heights and jostling all of them around.

“Now!” cried The Doctor, slamming the two edges of cable together and turning on his screwdriver, causing sparks to fly from the connection. Ink Well and Steelheart slammed the wheel to the left, Starcall poured everything to the brakes, and all of them hoped beyond hope for a safe landing.

Nebula could feel her magical reserves draining as she maintained the shield, every moment fighting the atmosphere far too much for her weakened state to be keeping up. At this rate, she feared what would happen upon the actual landing. The wing could not be slowed, it would land on the surface at terminal velocity, the only thing stopping it from destruction her magical abilities; the same ones that had been being pulled from for ten years to power the rest of the ship. Not counting her weakened physical or mental condition after disconnecting as a factor, she had left the ship with perhaps half of her full magical power available. What she was doing now was far beyond a stretch for her powers. It had taken three days to generate the shield on her ship. Trying to do it all at once, she could feel her magical reserves straining.

If she didn't land safely, it would be sort of fitting, though, wouldn't it? The captain, making the ultimate sacrifice, giving everything she had trying to be a hero and save her crew only to die in the process, failing all of them. Maybe that would prove alicorns weren't some all-powerful being, were just ordinary ponies like anypony else, with flaws like the rest of them. Huge ones, like being unable live up to the responsibility given them, yet not refusing it when it became to much. Truly, she wasn't worth all the titles and commendations they had given her. She was about to fail the biggest mission of her lifetime, fail thousands of lives, fail the crew that had been by her side the whole way.

The glow on her horn faltered, her thoughts pulling her mind away from the spell and causing a wave of heat to rush through the wing as the shield briefly fell. She tried to pull it back together, managing to put up a weak shield again, but the ground was getting ever nearer. There was no way she could stop it... they were all going to die. All of the ponies around her, gone. They would have been better off in space. Or even better, never trusting their lives to my hooves...

She closed her eyes, pushing the last of her magical power into the shield. Just as she was about to run out, she whispered one final message to the ponies around her. “I'm so sorry. I'm a terrible Captain. I've failed you all.”

She nearly jumped when a comforting hoof was placed upon her side, a response coming to her message. “You aren't terrible at all, Ma'am. I am honored to have served under you.” Nebula opened her eyes, looking down to the source of the contact. A changeling stood beside her in a singed and torn uniform, its blood staining its leg and tears in its eyes. “You, Nebula, are the best Captain a pony could ask for, and I would follow you to oblivion and back.”

Tears appeared at Nebula's eyes too, not boiling away, but sliding down her cheeks to the floor. “Rapid Fire, what are you doing here? You would be much safer in the TaRDiS.”

“When I started this flight, I promised I would be by your side to defend you no matter what. There is no place I'd rather be at the end of it than by your side, Captain.” Rapid smiled up at her, her teary, fanged grin full of confidence and hope. Her horn started to glow as well, the power from it feeding directly into Nebula. “We're going to see this through to the end.”

Nebula smiled, invigorated and encouraged by her Defense Officer's presence. “That we are, Lieutenant. And let it be said, whatever happens, it was an honor serving with you too.”

A few moments passed in silence, the two mares readying for a very likely demise, before Rapid turned to her Captain again with a question she couldn't leave unanswered. “How long have you known?”

“I have always known, Rapid, though I don't think any of the others do.” She nudged Rapid's side, smiling. “But I'm glad I could see the real you, and I'm sure the others would be too.”

Rapid nodded, determined like never before. “Then let's make sure they get that chance.”

The two went back to standing in silence, side by side, eyes closed and horns glowing, ready and willing to face anything.

The fireball of orange and green streaked through the sky, skimming the tree tops on a collision course with the mountains. It listed heavily to the right, rotated so far that the cylindrical wing was the lowest thing to the ground, the remains of the hall leading to the other one sticking up in the air. Trees were catching fire behind it, and at the speed it was going the mountain would pulverize it for sure. At the last possible instant thrusters roared to life on the underside, spinning the entire thing like a horizontal top as it banked impossibly hard to the left. The whole ship turned, sliding in midair and decelerating incredibly fast. In a maneuver completely contrary to the burning violence of its entrance, it gently glided to a stop on the mountainside, depositing itself perfectly with only the slightest bump of a collision. Shortly after, the green shield fell, six figures exiting from a door in the rear of the ship.

Ink Well stumbled from the ship and straight into a bush, struggling to keep his lunch after the roller coaster that was the landing. Behind him came the crew, each of them in varying states of unwell, though Steelheart seemed to be combating it the best by checking on the others. Last came The Doctor, smiling away as he walked from the ship and out to the edge of a nearby outcropping. “What was all that screaming right at the end? I told you all it would work, and none of you believed me. I'd be hurt if I hadn't not believed me either. But look at this! First planet outside your galaxy colonized by The Great Equestrian Alliance, and by the New Lunar Republic no less. The youngest nation of the ones to form the alliance, but it really has some drive. I mean, look at this view! It's brilliant! All those new trees and rivers and mountains, untouched by ponies or any sort of advanced life if I have my planetary history correct. Oh, just think of all the adventures you'll have! I'm almost jealous, I'll have you know, but one shouldn't interfere with the actions of-”

“Shut it.” Fusebox smacked him on the shoulder, causing The Doctor to be quiet for a moment as she looked over the view. Slowly all of the others did as well, forming a line along the edge of the ledge, the morning breeze blowing through their manes as they took in their new home.

A lush forest spread out beneath them, as far as the eye could see, with a river running through it that originated somewhere in the mountains, passing through a gorge to greet the trees and then leaving them into a set of rolling plains, eventually getting stopped by another line of trees just on the edge of sight. Behind them ran some mountains, the rock showing an ancient red, but largely covered with grasses and trees much of the way up to the peaks, which looked as though they may see snow in the colder months. Yet the air was warm and crisp, not too humid nor too dry, completing the almost textbook definition of an idyllic setting.

Ink Well stood at the edge of the cliff, realizing with the others just what this moment meant. They, all of them, were standing on an alien world, in a galaxy that wasn't their own, the first ever to do so. It was an experience Ink Well committed to memory, not even attempting to get out his notebook for fear of ruining the perfect moment. Even so, he found his mind wandering as it had before the crystal tree, wishing just one pony could be added to the scene.

Starcall was the first to break the spell. “It's beautiful. I knew that stats, but it never said it would look like this.”

Steelheart concurred, looking over the landscape warmly. “I shouldn't think we'll need to access the ship's food stores for quite a while in a land like this.”

Spanner looked over to the forest, a frown coming over his features. “It's a shame about the trees, though the flaming trail where we came down is a nice touch.”

Fusebox was the last to speak, her voice much more dejected than the others. “But we are missing so many, Rapid, Chip, Edge, the Captain, that whole wing of the ship... They're all gone.”

Spanner walked up next to her, smiling as he did. “Don't give up yet. She said she'd meet us down here, and she's never let us down before. She wouldn't start now.”

Fusebox turned on him, a hurt expression on her face. “What do you mean 'she'll meet us down here'? Where would she go, huh?” Behind her, a bright green cylinder became visible in the sky, streaks of orange pulling off of it. Everyone else's attention was drawn to that, but Fusebox kept going, a point to make. “It's not like there's some other ship to ride or some way to walk it. That was space! The great, cold, dark void, and she didn't even have a suit on when she left, I counted!” Slowly the invading body grew larger, a low rumbling coming to the ears with it from very very far off. “Even if she could somehow survive that, she'd go drifting out into the nothing, and if, by some miracle, she did manage to find the missing piece, she couldn't move it.” The rumbling had slowly grown louder, to a point where the others were sure Fusebox would hear it, but she just raised her voice to match, speaking over it. “It had no power, no shields, nothing but a bunch of pods slowly burning through their emergency power.”

“Fi.” said Starcall, unable to remove her eyes from the incoming ship piece.

“If we're lucky, then maybe it will get caught in the planet's gravity well, or an asteroid will be kind enough to bump it towards us so we can salvage what remains-”

“Fusebox.” said The Doctor, a grin spreading across his face once more.

“-but until that day, I'm afraid they're just lost, gone forever,-”

“Fusebox, look.” said Spanner, pointing out the now massive missile with a hoof.

“-and we're just going to have to accept that WHAT IS MAKING THAT RACKET?” Fusebox said, turning around to try and find the source of the deafening rumbling around them. It didn't take long, as just seconds after she did, the missing wing from the ship crashed into the nearby plains, spewing a shower of earth high into the air and creating a deep crater. Dirt and rocks rained down even on the bluff they all stood on, and none of them could help but stare at the ensuing dust cloud filling up the sky.

Oddly enough, Ink Well was the first to respond, taking flight as the rocks stopped falling and shooting down the mountain. The Doctor went right behind him, followed by ground by Starcall while both Spanner and Steelheart joined Ink Well in the sky.

Fusebox stayed behind, backside fallen to the ground and jaw hanging open, stupefied even as a small chunk of grassy dirt fell from the sky, landing delicately on her hat.

When they had arrived, Ditzy was waiting for them at the entrance to the severed wing, both Chip and Edge laying gently on the ground next to her. The ship piece itself had landed surprisingly softly, barely indenting the ground on its own as it sat within the huge crater, the shield having cushioned most of the fall. As the others approached, Ditzy flew from the ship, colliding with The Doctor in a tackling hug that sent them both into the dirt, laughing merrily.

Ink Well, as glad as he was to see Ditzy safe and well, went with the crew ponies inside, as curious as they were of the state their Captain would be in. Inside the ship was dark and silent, only the dim emergency lights offering the faintest of glows, so Spanner gave out flashlights to continue the search. Starcall was the one to come across them, calling the others to the center of the downed section. There they looked in confusion on the scene, an unknown changeling in a tattered uniform and their Captain resting against each other, sweat on their unconscious forms and a smile on their faces. Everyone was able to make the guess that the changeling was Rapid except for Ink Well, who had never encountered one of the jet black species. He decided not to ask about it once Steelheart arrived and began his medical examinations, though, in case it would be rude. The Doctor could fill him in later.

A few minutes later he was enlisted to help carry Nebula and Rapid outside, their condition being safe to move them in. Spanner, Starcall, and he brought out Nebula, while Steelheart alone carried Rapid out, her leg already bandaged and the bullet removed. When all were safely outside, Ink Well sidled over to The Doctor, asking what the 'changeling' was and where Rapid had gone off to. The Doctor returned his question with the strangest gaze. “What? You don't know what a changeling is? I thought for sure nopony could forget them after the whole incident at the Royal Wedding.”

This just confused Ink Well more. “Royal Wedding? What Royal Wedding?”

“Oh yeah, that hasn't happened for you yet... Well, won't you be in for a surprise!” Ink Well tried to question further, but The Doctor dismissed him, going inside to check on the TaRDiS with Ditzy. Not moments later the crew members perked up, grins on each of their faces as something happened Ink Well was not privy to.

Spanner was the first to notice his confusion and took off his earpiece, giving it to Ink Well. As soon as he placed it in his ear he heard Fusebox's voice, sending a transmission from the ship. “...ll has landed and I managed to get the long range communications working. None of the ship's systems appear too damaged, and we are good to open the pods as soon as I get the go ahead from the Captain. She is alright, isn't she?”

Steelheart's voice replied, echoing in his head as he heard it from the earpiece and his location near Nebula. “She's doing wonderfully, just some minor fatigue and strains. She'll be right as rain within the hour.”

Fusebox's voice came back, sounding very relieved. “Good. Have her call me when she is up for it. Fusebox out.”

An hour later all four of the unconscious ponies were on their hooves and everyone was in full swing. Starcall, Steelheart and Spanner had gone back to the ship to oversee the unloading and unfreezing process for all of the ponies, while off to the side Rapid Fire and Derpy were telling Chip and Edge everything that had happened. Edge wasn't looking too impressed, but Chip was enraptured by the tale, and the more she got involved, the more Rapid added to the story. No lies or embellishments, just her being more willing to talk to her audience.

The Doctor and Ink Well were standing at the opening to the wing, The Doctor having come out once he'd finished repairs on the TaRDiS. “Well then, with everything solved here, I think it's time we headed off, isn't it? We've still got your mystery attacker to find, after all.”

Ink Well hesitated a moment, sticking a hoof into his pocket. “Yeah, Doctor, about that... I-”

“Doctor, a word with you, please?” Nebula interrupted, walking up to the broken opening, the raise from the ground putting her at eye level with The Doctor.

“But of course.” Ink Well made a motion to continue speaking, but was cut off with a gesture from The Doctor.

Ink Well snorted, a final straw breaking his patience. “Fine, I'll be in the TaRDiS if you need me.” With that he walked into the crashed wing, grumbling all the while.

Both The Doctor and Nebula watched him leave, Nebula the one to continue the conversation. “I suppose you'll be off then? You wouldn't like to help with settling the colony in, would you? I'm sure a pony of your qualifications could do wonders for the place.”

The Doctor just smiled, shaking his head. “No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't do much of the cleanup. It's really best to interfere as least as possible with these sorts of things.”

“Ah, so that's what what you're doing with Ink Well. Not interfering.” The Doctor's smile faded slightly, and before he could speak, Nebula continued with her point. “You do realize the importance of the pony you have with you, right? The danger in just having him on your ship? Were something to happen to him, be it a death, a physical injury, or even a changed view of the world that wasn't supposed to happen, the effects on Equestria's future would be unfathomable.”

The Doctor looked taken aback that he would be challenged, a cocky smile hiding his annoyance. “Does this mean you don't trust me? Because I can assure you that I have had centuries of practice with this sort of thing and will do everything in my power to get him back home safely.”

“Just as I did everything in my power to land my ship intact.” A breeze passed between them, a silent tension building. Eventually, Nebula went on, stepping onto The Doctor's level and towering over him. “I'm not saying I don't trust you, I merely had to make sure you realized the gravity of the situation. But since you don't seem to be taking this seriously, I'm just going to make one thing clear: If one hair on my grandfather's head get's put out of place thanks to you, I will personally come back from whatever paradox universe I reside in and make your life a living hell. You got that?”

The Doctor's face hardened as he took a few steps away, all the bounce out of his demeanor. “Why must you military types always be so aggressive? What happened to that caring, loving, intelligent leader I saw on the ship? The one that almost threw her life away to make sure everyone reached the surface safely?”

“Every rose has her thorns.” Nebula let her words and glare set her meaning perfectly clear before she turned away, tapping the earpiece she'd borrowed from Chip earlier. “Fi, begin the defrosting and get the drones to work on the housing. I want everyone up and sheltered before nightfall.”

The response was immediate. “Yes ma'am!”

The Captain nodded, glad to hear her crew still so loyal as she began her next order. “Starcall, send Princess Luna the letter. Notify her of what happened, and let her know that, while it'll never fly again, the N.L.R. Ink Well has landed safely.”

Starcall's answer came as soon as the order was done. “Yes Captain.”

And now it was time to drop the bomb shell. “To everyone listening, I'm not the Captain anymore. I refuse to be a higher rank than anyone else now that we aren't flying any longer, I'm just another pony in her new home.”

Silence followed on the comms, holding steady for a long while. Nebula had feared this, and was about to ask for confirmation when a voice called out behind her. “If you say so, Nebula.” Rapid Fire gave her a wave from where she stood. Nebula waved back, going over to join the conversation.

From the entrance to the ship, The Doctor called his companion. “Derpy, it's time to be off, let's go!” Derpy looked over at him, nodding before turning back to Chip and whispering something in her ear. After a confused look, a couple questions, and a gasp, she was still whispering. The Doctor just called again. “We don't want to leave Ink Well waiting, Derpy! Lot's of places to visit, only all of time to do it in!”

“Coming!” Derpy tapped Chip on the shoulder, smiling at her before flying off, landing next to The Doctor and looking quite satisfied with herself.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at his walleyed companion. “What were you telling her, hmm?”

Derpy rocked innocently on her hoof tips. “Oh, nothing. Come on, let's get going.” The Doctor turned inside, leaving Derpy for a moment as she glanced back at the ponies outside. Chip trotted over to Rapid and, without any warning, kissed her right on the tip of her chitinous nose. Derpy smiled at the look of surprise Rapid gained, and it was only reinforced further when Rapid kissed Chip back. With that, she left, cantering happily after The Doctor and leaving the new couple to sort things out from there.

The Doctor entered the TaRDiS like a whirlwind, trotting around the central console flipping switches and spinning spinners as he spoke. “Right then! That's one lead down, but I think I can find the signal once more. Only a couple possible paths it could take, we'll find your attacker yet, Ink Well! Just say the word and we'll be off.”

“No.”

The Doctor stopped mid-press, a loud buzz hanging in the background as his hoof sat on the button. He turned to face Ink Well, a look of utmost confusion on his face. “No? What do you mean 'No'?”

Ink Well looked at him, his demeanor as flat as the first answer had been. “No, we'll not be off after the brass pony. I want to go back to the theater.”

The Doctor let off of the button, running to the railing and leaning on it. “But why? The search could send us to such wondrous places! It could be hiding anywhere in space and time! Doesn't the prospect thrill you?”

“Not in the least.” This caused The Doctor's look of confusion to only deepen, a head tilt adding to the puzzlement. Ink Well looked around the ship, readying the words for what he had to say. The interior of the TaRDiS was spotless, or as close as he supposed it ever got. What evidence there had been of a battle had been removed, leaving only Ditzy's story to tell what had happened within the ship. But Ink Well could feel it in the air, like something had come and violated a sacred space. That feeling found the correct words for him. “If I go with you, those brass pony things are going to follow me, marring whatever place I land in with terror and trouble in their search for me. It already happened twice, once backstage at my opening, and again on that ship. They attacked me, or at least tried, and when they couldn't, the went for whoever got in the way. At the theater we were lucky enough to stop it with no casualties, but on that ship? I almost got two thousand ponies killed just by being there. If I hadn't been, the ship would have remained intact, landing without incident. Rapid wouldn't have been shot, Chip and Edge wouldn't have been knocked out, and Nebula could have stayed bored in her chair, reading her book all the way to the ground.”

Ditzy walked up to him, concerned at what she was hearing. “You can't blame yourself for that, Ink Well. There was more to it than just going after you. There had to be.”

Ink Well shook his head. “Even if there was, would it have changed anything? All I did was get you locked with it. It attacked you right here, where we are standing! Maybe you and Rapid were able to defeat it, but what if whoever it comes up against isn't? What would have happened if Chip and Edge had been left alone with it? I can't take that risk.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at him, his signature smile still absent from his face. “So you want to lead it back to the theater full of ponies?”

Ink Well nodded. “If I'm back in my own time I can at least find a safe place were nopony can find me and get hurt. I can make it so that the only pony in danger is myself.” He placed his hoof against the crystal flower in his pocket, a pain spiking through his heart as he realized what that really meant. I'd have to break my promise to Rose... But she'd understand this, wouldn't she? She understood before. He thought for a moment, gripping the flower even tighter. She didn't let me before... I'll have to leave without telling her. It's the only way to keep her safe. “Even if I don't like the math, losing one pony is much more desirable than putting a thousand in danger. Wouldn't you agree, Doctor?”

The Doctor just stared at him, his eyes suddenly much older and deeper than they were usually. Eventually, however, he spoke, his voice dark and stern. “Yes... yes, that's preferable...” He turned back to the console, adjusting what he'd already input. “If this is what you really want to do...”

“It is.”

“Then that is what we will do.” The Doctor spun one more dial, readying his hoof against a knife switch.

Ditzy took a step towards him, pleading. “But Doctor, we can't just-”

The Doctor shook his head. “Derpy, Ink Well has chosen, and I think we should respect that. You and I will stop the attackers, and we'll get back to him as soon as we can.” He then threw the switch, immediately causing the room to shake as the otherworldly noise of its travel started at a discordant pitch.

“Doctor, that doesn't sound quite right.” said Ditzy as she braced herself against the shaking.

“No, no it doesn't.” The Doctor looked at the panel strangely, trying to see why his ship was acting so funny. “What is it girl? What's got you acting up again?” He moved a knob, causing the whole ship to bump heavily to the side, throwing everypony to the floor. An instant later he was back on his hooves, gripping the console and wrestling with the controls of the bucking ship. He tapped at buttons, pounded on the panels, and even tired to throw the switch again, but nothing would stop it. After a few more minutes of rocking it stopped on its own accord, one more almighty bump signaling the sudden end.

In the silence Ink Well stood up, resolved in what he was about to do despite the bumpy arrival. He walked towards the door, ready to open it and begin his disappearing act.

At the console Ditzy joined The Doctor, looking at the monitor in confusion. “Where were we trying to go, Doctor? Because that looks like Ponyville outside.”

“Manehattan, but something drew the TaRDiS past it. We seem to have over shot, we're about a year early. There must still be something wrong from the laser. I'll just need to...”

Ink Well stopped at the door, a chill running through his heart at what he'd overheard. A year ago? In Ponyville? But... no, we couldn't be... He pushed open the TaRDiS door to a bright and sunny afternoon, though far in the distance thunder could be heard, a storm brewing over the Everfree. The town seemed largely empty, odd for an average morning, and with the thunder came a tension in the air, a feeling something was about to snap. It was all so familiar to Ink Well that he stopped, heart speeding up as an unwelcome thought entered his head. It's not possible. Even if The Doctor messed up, there's no way we'd randomly end up there. It just wouldn't happen.

The TaRDiS had landed in the back of an alleyway, hiding it well, but making seeing the rest of the town rather difficult. Ink Well decided he'd go to the end of the alley. If he just got a look around, maybe he could assuage his fears. It's all just a big coincidence. I'm just getting hyped up over nothing. He calmly walked to the end of the alley, peeking his head out to look around town.

It was peaceful, nothing going wrong, the tension just a byproduct of the storm. Ink Well let himself sigh, feeling the adrenaline that had built up ebb as everything turned out alright. “See, nothing to worry about, just a weird little circumstance.” He stretched his wings for a moment, trying to work out some of the jitters that had built up as he walked back down the alley. “I mean, honestly, what was the likelihood that we'd come down at-”

A scream echoed around the town, emanating from the center and voiced by dozens of ponies at once. Ink Well immediately shot to the end of the alley, looking towards the source of the sound. At the sight, his eyes widened, whole body locking up, just shaking as he relived what he saw. The Town Hall was in flames, ponies running every direction to escape them. One even bumped into him, bouncing off and continuing running without another look back.

Behind him he could hear The Doctor calling out to him, though he couldn't have turned to acknowledge it if he tried. “Hey! Ink Well! Where'd we end up?”

Ink Well let the words fall out of his mouth. They were only thought in his head, the one day he feared most.

“The Battle of Ponyville.”

Smoke Signals

“The Battle of Ponyville?” said Ditzy, running next to Ink Well and looking out into the town. “What's that?”

“Oh, come now Derpy,” said The Doctor, walking out of the alley and standing in the center of the road. “The Battle of Ponyville! You must remember it. It was the only large conflict to ever hit Ponyville during your time. Weren't you there?”

Ditzy just shrugged, looking confused. “I don't think so. I might have already transferred. Was it a big thing?”

“A big thing? The Enforcers, the army of a madmare named Viper, attacked the town in a revenge mission after her plot to overthrow Princess Celestia was discovered, sacking and burning a large portion of Ponyville. The townsfolk and the many visitors who were trying to get a glimpse of Twilight and her friends in the rush after the Gala rallied against the attacking force, defeating them so completely that the Enforcers surrendered to the Royal Guard upon their arrival.” He sniffed at the air for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning to face the burning town hall. “Ah! There it is; the start of something big. Come Derpy, Ink Well, The Doctor is on call!”

The Doctor took off for the burning building, Ditzy on his heels, leaving Ink Well to stay locked in place, legs completely unwilling to move. His mind was working much faster than his body, however, and it was going to win out. Think about this. You have a chance to fix what happened back then. Even better, you don't have to do it with stitches and a broken leg. Fate brought you a second chance here, a greater one than any of your wildest dreams! Now shake your fear and take it! Bolstered by his own thoughts, he took to the sky, flying low and fast to catch up to The Doctor. As he did, he looked towards Sugarcube Corner, remembering where he'd been the original time. In fact, there he was again, flying behind Rainbow Dash and still unaware of the scope of the danger. Oh what today will do to you...

Ink Well ignored himself, landing next to The Doctor in a gallop. Around them panicked ponies had appeared, flocking away from the fire to the best of their abilities. Yet the three didn't have any trouble pathing between them, the crowd parting ways for The Doctor almost subconsciously to let them through. They arrived within minutes at the stoop of the burning hall, the only ones keeping their ground as everypony fled in terror. Even the mayor was frantic, running back and forth and pleading for help, though she was unable to be heard over the stampede.

Just as the The Doctor and his companions arrived, there was another commotion as a highly bandaged pegasus fell out of the sky, caught seconds from impact by a cream pony with beautiful butterfly wings. She grabbed him in her arms, carrying him a few meters to a safe place before putting him down. “Ink Well, are you okay? Snap out of it!” But Ink Well couldn't snap out of it. Tears began to well in his eyes as he beheld her, all the longing in his heart over the last what felt like an eternity threatening to escape at once. Even as she looked tired and worry worn, doting over the bandaged him's unconscious form, she was even more beautiful than he remembered her, especially with those shimmering wings. Unbidden came the memory of the storm over the Everfree, the moonbow, quite possibly the most amazing flight he'd ever been on. What I wouldn't give to let her have just one more flight with me... Unthinking, he moved to go to her, only to be pulled aside by The Doctor.

“Where do you think you're going?” He turned to Ditzy, sighing heavily. “Now I remember why this was throwing up red flags, this is where Ink Well got his start.” He turned back, face the definition of serious. “I want you to go back to the TaRDiS and wait this one out.”

Ink Well gave him a look one would give a mad pony. “What? Why would I do that? With my knowledge I could warn them. I could save somepony that got hurt!”

“Yes, and every pony that you saved would cause a minor paradox, and who knows how many of those we could have before space-time begins to tear. And should you do something that directly affects you...” The Doctor blanched at the idea. “I will not deal with temporal phages again.”

“So, what, you want me to just sit this out while my friends and town get attacked?”

“Yes. That's exactly what I want.” Ink Well tried to push past him, only causing The Doctor to get angrier, pulling him aside and pushing him against a wall. “Ink Well, time is not linear, and it is not unchanging. Just my and Derpy's presence may be enough to change your past, and you would never be any the wiser. But if you were to do it, then we would have a paradox on our hooves, and nobody wants to suffer the wrath of paradox space. If that happens, every pony here could cease to be, this whole time period swallowed by the void.” He let Ink Well down, looking very seriously into his face. “I will do everything in my power to make sure as many of these ponies are safe at the end of the day, but I need you to sit this one out. Do you understand?”

Ink Well raised an eyebrow at him, an anger boiling up inside him as thoughts collided in his mind. “If you can go back in time, if you can change all of these horrible things that have happened before, why do you still let bad happen? Where were you for Nightmare Moon? For Discord? And if you were there, the ponies affected didn't look too saved to me. Sorry if I'm not entirely convinced by your words.”

The Doctor looked taken aback, almost stumbling over his next sentence. “Time is... Events are... Some events are fixed, they must happen the same way every time or there are terrible consequences. So long as those happen correctly, the rest of the mess of time will generally sort itself out. Both the return of Nightmare Moon and Discord are fixed, though the time around Discord's return is thrown into such a disarray that, were it not fixed, everything past it would be in such a constant flux the future wouldn't even exist in a similar form from one moment to the next.” The Doctor could see Ink Well's distrust and couldn't help it, putting the last efforts into his voice. “Please, Ink Well, just go.”

Ink Well looked past The Doctor to where the past him stood, bandaged and motionless, before the burning building. The rest of the group had just arrived, and Twilight was talking to the mayor. Around all of them were the throng of ponies: members of the town, visitors, fillies and colts, all scared out of their minds and running every which way. He could save them. He knew what happened. He could stop it. He could save Rose and the others all the trouble they would go through.

But he would put them all at risk. He didn't understand what The Doctor was talking about, but it sounded like everypony's lives would be destroyed. He couldn't do that to them. He'd already done enough of that the first time this day happened. “Alright. Fine. I'll go to the TaRDiS.” He started to walk off, then turned back to The Doctor, a hint of pleading on the edge of his voice. “Just try to help as many as you can, could you?” The Doctor gave him a nod, then returned his attention to the burning building, leaving Ink Well to walk away amongst the frightened crowd.

Not ten seconds later, Ditzy landed in front of him, a look of concern on her face. Ink Well tilted his head, not entirely willing to be kind right now. “What is it Ditzy?”

“I just wanted to try to explain The Doctor's actions a little more. He doesn't want to send you back, that I can promise. It's just that we... I have caused him a lot of problems with paradoxes. Sometimes they worked out, because that was how it was supposed to be all along, or sometimes they're so small that they don't matter after The Doctor nudges a few things, but... more than once I have almost broken reality because I wanted to fix something, and a lot of ponies were hurt in the process. The Doctor has been extremely understanding of everything, especially when I messed up, but there's only so much one pony can handle, even if he is a Time Lord. Because of this, it is something we now avoid at all costs. There's just no telling what could go wrong.”

She kicked the dirt and looked at him with her crossed eyes, frowning slightly as her words seemed to have the opposite effect on Ink Well. “I know how hard it is to let this go past, and how much harder it is to wait it out. It's even worse not knowing what will happen to you when you are sure you can help, but a wise stallion once told me that, even when times are bleak, all it takes is one pony in the right place at the right time to change the world for the better.” Ink Well looked at her, her words easing his mind and bringing a smile to his face, but inwardly he was confused. Why does that phrase seem to follow me everywhere? Ditzy just saw the smile and continued, confident in her words. “I know today must be really bleak for you, but The Doctor and I won't let anything happen, alright? We'll do everything in our power to make it better for you.”

Ink Well looked at her, his smile deepening slightly. “Thank you Ditzy. It means a lot.”

Ditzy smiled back. “Good. I won't let you down, Ink Well, that I promise!”

“I'll hold you to it.” Ditzy flew back to The Doctor's side once more, again leaving Ink Well to his own as he began the long trek back to the safety of the TaRDiS.

Ink Well walked slowly down the Ponyville streets, torn in his decision. If what The Doctor said was true, then of course it was the best idea for him to sit out. Tearing the universe apart would be horrible, the exact opposite of anything he'd want to accomplish. But he couldn't just run away and leave his friends to the day he remembered. The state they were in the next morning, Rose with all those bandages, the bruises on all the others, the injuries on the nurses and the ponies in the crowd... They'd been missed in the excitement of the Princess's visit, but now, looking back, they were so very apparent. You could stop it all from happening, every bruise and cut and wound, if you'd just stay and fight. With the options before him, the danger he knew or the danger he didn't, he just couldn't make up his mind.

As Ink Well was lost in thought, a tingling appeared in his ears, followed by Twilight Sparkle's voice magically transmitted directly to his ear. “Everypony listen up! It's not going to do you any good to run! We need to...” her voice continued, but Ink Well was already speaking his own thoughts.

“'It's not going to do any good to run'...” He shook his head, continuing on the path. “No, The Doctor said to get to the TaRDiS, and he knows best.” Ink Well stopped, sitting down with a frown on his face as his thoughts flowed. “Just like he knew all about friendship when he was ranting against it, or how he knew all about today, forgetting my involvement entirely. Or how he knew so much about those plants that he just had to go tell Ditzy about, leaving me flapping in the breeze on a space ship. Or how he knew how to give me a back story and reason to be there for Nebula, not let me fend for myself...”

Ink Well stomped a hoof down, talking to the street around him. “What does The Doctor know, exactly? All he does is solve problems that only appeared when he did! And the whole time he's abrupt and rude and cheeky and amazing-” Ink Well shook his head, not wanting to let his own argument derail. “-only one of which is an attribute a hero should have! If he thinks he knows about ponies and still thinks I'm just going to leave my friends to get hurt, well, he's got another think coming!”

As if to affirm his resolve, Twilight's voice returned, sounding in his ear at full volume. “Let's move it ponies, time is of the essence!”

Ink Well pivoted on the spot, ready to help out. Time was of the essence! And this time, he was going to use it right.

Ink Well took to the sky, eyes sharp and ears open for any sign of Enforcer activity. Instead, he was amazed at the flurry of activity to go up after Twilight's speech. The air was abuzz with pegasi, all flying to collect every cloud they could find, while the streets beneath him were a hive of activity. They were no longer panicked ponies running every which way, but now ponies with a purpose, converging on the Town Hall as they returned from their collecting of buckets and hoses.

It was in this flow that two ponies stuck out like an injured hoof: Rose and himself, her glorious wings arched over him protectively as they limped and struggled to a safe location. Ink Well's gaze lingered on her, the shimmering from her wings tantalizing to the eye. Oh look at you... Those were amazing! Twilight did a real wonder with them. To think you're going to lose them tonight. He frowned, stopping himself in the air. But that's why I'm here, isn't it? She's going to get to fly.

Determined once more, he turned his gaze to move on, but as he did, he spotted them. Two suspicious pegasi trailing along the roof above Rose, one red with a brown mane and shades, the other yellow with a green mane and a matching bandana on his head. Both of them had a red kerchief covering their faces, the Enforcer's mark making them stand out further against the sea or ponies moving the other way. Ink Well dropped down onto another roof, watching them like a hawk. Neither of them seemed to see him, too focused on the labored movements of the target beneath them to expect any interference. They were the attacking force, not expected yet. Who would there be to stop them?

Ink Well tailed the two for a couple buildings, watching them follow Rose's movements down the busy street before she cut into an alley, one of her favorite shortcuts on the way to Rosewater. He kept his distance, unsure what he was going to do to actually stop them when the time to act arrived. Rose stopped in the alley, the bandaged him below seizing up, refusing to move. He saw the two of them pull out blackjacks, readying themselves to pounce. Without thinking, he shot forward, fueled by both a protection and a self-preservation instinct. He collided with the chest of the pony with the shades, causing both of them to crash through the thatched roof of the building the Enforcers were perched on, slamming into a supporting beam inside before falling to the floorboards. Ink Well landed safely while his target flopped limply, having lost consciousness in the impact.

Ink Well looked up through the hole he'd left, just in time to see the pony with the bandana peeking into it, shock in his bright blue eyes. Ink Well moved quickly, leaping up and wrapping his arms around the pony's neck. When gravity took hold once more, the Enforcer was pulled with him into the building, flipping over and landing hard on his back, knocking the air out of the invader. Ink Well then brought his hoof into red kerchief in a sharp jab, knocking out the winded pony immediately.

The fight finished, Ink Well popped his head out of the hole in the roof, looking down to see Rose still standing next to the him below, a worried look on her face. “Hey, once this is all over, we're going to go for a nice flight, alright? That storm is still swirling over the Everfree and last night was just so magical, I would love to see if we could top it tonight. But you have to snap out of it, okay?” He could hear her pleading, speaking with the voice he remembered pulling him through that horrible nightmare that trapped him below. Every word coming from her mouth was so familiar, the words he had drawn strength from when he needed them most. That voice had been nothing but supportive the past year, helping him so much, belonging to simply the best mare a guy could ask for, especially some two-bit writer like him.

Suddenly he felt a pang in his heart. No matter how much he cared for the Rose beneath him, she wasn't his. At least, not yet. His was so very far away, waiting for him to return by her side and finish watching the show. But... would she even be there? Worry wormed its way into his mind, a nagging fear taking over. What if you just messed with time? What if she was supposed to get attacked there? He shook his head, frowning. No, she was on the bucket chain, nopony attacked her until Viper... right? He couldn't be sure. Between when he had his breakdown and when he met her again, Rose refused to talk about what happened. Was it because she didn't want him to feel bad? She hadn't looked bruised when he'd met with her later, but that didn't mean anything, did it? For all he knew, the Rose he wanted to return to was forever changed because of this little fight...

No, that's impossible. And even if it's true, it will only be for the better. Yeah, you could fly all around town trying to stop the attacks, but how many were there? Fifty, sixty separate incidents? How many could you stop, even with The Doctor and Ditzy's help? He ran the numbers for a second and sighed. It didn't look good. They promised they'd do their best, and so will I. I will make up everything I owe Rose now, before she has a chance to be worried about them. He looked down on her from his post on the roof, smiling as his plan fell into place. You'll just make one pony's day better, the most important pony in this town right now. Really, isn't that all you wanted? Ink Well hopped back down into the building, looking at the two unconscious Enforcers before a smile crept on his face. And she won't even know.

A short time later Rose finished talking to the unconscious Ink Well below, taking to the air and heading towards Town Hall. As soon as she was gone, the returning Ink Well popped his head once more from the hole in the roof, his eyes blocked by the shades and his mane hidden under a green bandana which, luckily enough, matched the green of his tie and the trimmings on his torn jacket. Seeing her on her way, he took off, cutting straight to the lake bucket chain.

There was one section on the chain that was a steep, rocky hill, and while going around it was an option, lengthening the chain was wasting valuable time. Since all of the pegasi in Ponyville had been sent to deal with clouds, the task of surmounting the hill had fallen on some unicorns at the bottom, who were using their magic to move the buckets up and down. It was working, but the strain on their face was obvious and buckets full of the much needed liquid were piling up around them. Ink Well touched down next to them, grabbing three buckets without a word and taking off.

The unicorns around him were confused but pleased to have the help. Even laden as he was, he was moving as fast as their buckets, meaning three came up and down for every one of theirs. He kept his eyes open for anypony who may have been skulking about, but, seeing none, focused on the task at hoof. As he landed at the top for the third time to swap full pails for empty ones, Rose flew overhead, spiraling down to the bottom of the hill. Ink Well dived after her, passing her on the way up, a bucket in each of her hooves. He grabbed another three, taking off once again in pursuit of the pony he would guard.

At the top of the hill she was taking off right as he arrived, the worry on her face apparent, differing from the determination the other ponies held. He quickly swapped his buckets for empties again, sure he'd catch up to her on the way down. The two landed simultaneously, and Rose gave him a curious look as she grabbed a new pair of buckets. “I thought all of the pegasi were helping the weather team?”

Ink Well gave her a friendly smile, only grabbing two buckets so that he could converse. At the last second he caught himself, covering his voice with a bad, stereotypical Manehattan accent. “I, uh, I'm not all too useful with those clouds, so they sent me to help out with the buckets. They figured I'd be more helpful here.”

Rose smiled back, a bit of relief edging her words. “Well, I'm glad to see another flier here. I don't think I'd have been much help on my own.”

Ink Well shook his head. “I'm sure you'd've done fine on your own, but glad I can give ya some peace of mind.” In unison they took off, flapping their way to the top of the hill to set their cargo down, then zipping back to the bottom with the empties to start the process over again. After the cycle had been repeated a few times, Ink Well turned to Rose, seeing her begin to calm as the routine kicked in, though the worry on her face never left. Leaving his body on autopilot, he tried to lighten the mood. “I'm surprised those pretty little wings have so much strength in them. You're really moving fast.”

Rose raised an eyebrow at him as she picked up the next two buckets. “Do you really think this is the time to be complementing me? I think we have more important things to worry about, don't you?”

Ink Well flapped his wings, taking off in sync with her. “Whoa, whoa, didn't mean anything like that, ma'am, just never seen a pegasus like you before.”

Rose passed the halfway point of the hill, distrust still on her face as her wings fluttered away. “That's because I'm not one, scruffy. These wings are magic, a gift to me from a dear friend.”

Ink Well thought for a moment about the proper course of action to go from there. He could leave it be, but just being this close he could feel the tension in her. She had something heavy weighing on her mind, and he had a hunch he knew what. All he needed was to get her to talk about it. “Wow, he must be some unicorn to cast a spell like that. I couldn't do anything that special for my girl no matter how hard I tried.”

Rose set down her buckets, grabbing the two waiting empties and turning to head back down. “Even more surprising, considering he's a pegasus, not a unicorn. Still, even if it was just a favor, it was something special...” She flew for a couple seconds in silence, talking only when they landed and were back at work once more. “But I don't think he's actually... no, never mind, it's stupid to worry about right now.”

Ink Well's smile slipped a little as he looked at her dejected face. Seeing her sad, he couldn't even hardly keep up the happy act. “What's wrong? Troubles with the guy?” Her eyes screamed that she wanted to say more, but didn't think it was right. He'd have to be the one to get her talking. “Need somepony to talk to?”

Rose sighed. “No, I don't want to bother you with it... It would just weigh you down too.”

Ink Well smirked at her. “The only things weighing me down right now are these buckets and my need for a tailor.” He looked into her eyes, smirk softening into a comforting smile. “Words are just thoughts and air, but if they could take some of the weight off your chest, I'd be more than happy to listen to them.”

Rose gave him a slightly inquisitive look. “You're not going to go blabbing about it to anypony, are you?”

Ink Well shook his head, his smirk returning. “Look, I'm not even from this town. Horrible time to pick for a vacation, but what can ya do? Even if I wanted to tell somepony, who would I tell?”

Rose seemed to consider it, thinking the entire way up the hill. At the top, she conceded. “Alright, I guess it won't hurt... But I hope you're in for a story.” They swapped buckets once more, then she began. “I met him just a month ago. He was a reporter, in town on assignment, and I was the first pony he ran into when he was asking around. I tried to make it seem nice. You know, show him around, be friendly. I even got him a special at the spa, and in return he was great for conversation the few times we talked, always having something witty or interesting to say. Apart from his weird self-esteem issues he's a great guy, just enough faith and fantasy while still keeping his hooves on the ground. And he was famous for a while, but he didn't get snooty or anything, like so many other ponies do.”

Ink Well nodded politely, slightly uncomfortable hearing himself described in such a positive light. “Yeah, I know the type. But I've met enough of the normal type of celebrity. Not worth being friends with, in my opinion.”

“Yeah, well... Something went wrong with the story he was working on, and he kind of yelled at me, which was for the best, because it made me see the light about what I'd been doing... But he did something bad, and it got the attention of some very bad ponies. He lost his house in a fire and got badly hurt, flying all the way out to me for help. Of course, I was worried about him and did everything I could, but after that fiasco, something else went wrong, and all I seemed to be doing since then was run around for him. I hardly knew the guy, but I was his errand girl. Honestly, it was a little annoying.”

Ink Well didn't really know what to say to that. It was the confirmation of all of his worst fears. I've always just been some burden on her. From the very start... He tried to keep himself indifferent as they worked, but he could feel the sadness breaking the mask on his face. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice as she continued.

“But then, when I came back, he was just so worked up trying to help the others, trying his very hardest even though he was injured and just making it worse. And he was beating himself up, acting like he was alone and the world was on his shoulders... I didn't want to feel that way. He was sad and lonely and hating himself for every action and...” She teared up a little, having to wipe off her eyes before picking up the empty buckets beneath her. “He gave up, and it was possibly the most heartbreaking thing I ever saw. And I know he feels like he's been pulling everypony down and saying the wrong thing, and I lost my temper with him when he got his flight back, with everything going on. And in return, to make up for a little temper snap and the things I was doing out of my worry for him, he got another friend to give me these wings, promising something he really didn't want to do. He then went a step further, showing me the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced, and he was still so sad through it all. So when all of this was happening today, I just... I couldn't just...”

She stopped at the bottom of the hill, tears flowing freely. Even so, she tried to work through them. Ink Well put his buckets down, walking over to her and hesitating. He wanted to throw his arms around her and comfort her, but, in his disguise, that would be horribly inappropriate. Instead he just patted her on the shoulder, trying to do the best he could with the gesture. The unicorns working looked at him, but seeing the moment, decided it better not to intrude.

Rose kept talking through the tears, her words edging a full breakdown as all the fatigue of the last few days caught up to her. “I left him out there! Alone, hurt, scared, not even acting like himself, and I just left him to help with the bucket chain!” She was beating herself up over it, so much hatred for her actions coming through her words... Ink Well had never seen her do that to herself. It broke his heart. He hugged her, fully expecting it to cause her to freak out, but instead it calmed her, letting her keep talking it out. “I tried everything to cheer him up and even more to keep him going, and nothing I did seemed to work. I'm certain he thinks this is all his fault. He might even be partially to blame, but he's killing himself, and I don't want to see that happening! I want him to just be happy for once, but I'm here instead, making you miserable. What kind of horrible pony am I?”

Ink Well shushed her gently, pulling her slightly closer to comfort her while fighting back tears of his own. All this pain she was already holding onto, and I was the cause of it all. Ink Well, you truly are the worst. “There, there. It's alright. You have been put through a lot, and you have been strong through it all. I don't know how much you'll believe me in all of this, but I think it was just what your friend needed. I'm sure he knows you're doing your best, going far beyond the call of friendship. I'm positive that, right now, he would just feel worse if you were worried about him and fussing over him instead of helping. He probably thinks he's not even worth the effort.”

Rose tried to hold back the tears to little avail, looking at Ink Well with an almost broken look to her face. “But I just left him in an alley! I couldn't get him to move any further, and he's all alone and exposed and... and...”

“Now I'm sure it's not as bad as that. You did everything you could to keep him safe, probably even explaining the situation to him even though he wouldn't understand. You cannot blame yourself for whatever happens to him.” Ink Well stepped in front of her, looking her in the eyes through his stolen shades, the only thing really masking his identity anymore as his accent dropped away long ago. “You have been the most amazing friend anypony could ask for, going through so much and being strong through it all, and he knows it. Right now, I am sure that he is fighting back at whatever is ailing him thanks to your help, just to get back to you. I may not know the guy, but I think he cares for you just as much as you care for him, that he would do anything to be by your side. I think he's just afraid to show it.”

Rose looked at him, the tear tracks down her tired face shining in the afternoon light. “You really think so?”

Ink Well smiled at her, putting every bit of reassurance into it as he could. “I'm positive. In fact, he's probably going to be waiting for you when this whole fire mess is dealt with, just you watch.”

Rose wiped the last of her tears away, smiling back at him and nodding resolutely. Calmed down, she began to return to work when a voice came rolling down the hill. “The fire is put out! We did it! Everypony to the Town Hall!” A cheer went up throughout the chain, and immediately everypony ran around or up the hill to get back.

Rose stayed behind for a second, however, just beaming and looking at Ink Well next to her. “Thank you for letting me talk it out, Mr... I never even got your name.”

Ink Well smiled back at her, holding out a hoof to shake. “Call me Pen Stroke, Ms...?”

“Rose,” she said, shaking his hoof. They both took to the air, heading towards Town Hall when Rose looked at him curiously. “You know, it's the funniest thing, but I swear you and him have the same smile. Do you have any brothers or anything?”

Ink Well faltered for a moment in the skies, nerves jittering as he feared recognition was imminent. “Nope, just a coincidence, I guess. You have a good day, Ms. Rose, I have something to take care of.” He dove into an alley after that, leaving Rose to shrug and continue to the Town Hall.

From his position on the ground he watched Rose leave, a warmth in his heart to know he'd helped her out. But there's one more thing you could do, isn't there? With one simple action. One that would improve both this day and so many ones to follow. Smiling to himself, he removed his shades and bandanna, walking out of the alley-

-and straight into the frizzy pink mane of Pinkie Pie. “Hi there Ink Well! How are you? You look a lot better than you did when I last saw you.” Ink Well jumped back, mouth flapping as he tried to figure out a way out of this one. “Or, wait, you're not normal Ink Well, are you? Hmm... Nice clothes, scarred hooves, startled expression. *Gasp* Are you from the future? Did you come here with The Doctor?” If anything, this left Ink Well more stunned, the leap in her logic landing so flawlessly sending his mind reeling, utterly failing to put together a coherent sentence. “I was wondering if The Doctor would show up! He always is here for the really important stuff. Like when Nightmare Moon showed up, or the night of star bear attack! Do you know where he is? Can I see him?”

Ink Well ran over to her, covering her mouth with a hoof so he could get a thought in edgewise. “Pinkie, could you calm down? I don't think you should be saying my name so loud. I might hear you!” His brow furrowed as he looked at her, hoof coming free of her face. “Wait, aren't you supposed to be at the Town Hall? I thought you were there.”

Pinkie nodded, a huge grin on her face despite how serious she sounded. “I was! But after I told Twilight about the disappearances and filled in the chain, I thought I'd hop in the hot air balloon and see what I could see!”

“You have a hot air balloon?” Ink Well shook his head, going for the more important information. “Don't do that, I'm about to suggest a storm, and that isn't safe weather for ballooning. Just keep yourself with the others and safe tonight, alright?”

Pinkie saluted him. “You got it Mr. Future Writer Pants!”

Ink Well's face turned grim. “Good. I've got a score to settle.”

“Oh! Is it in connect four? Because I love that game! Though you don't take score in that... Pin the tail on the donkey? Or mahjong?” The flat stare Pinkie received caused her to calm down, ears drooping a bit. “Okay, I'll just go back with the others. But you need to cheer up! In fact, the next time I see you, I am going to give you a cupcake to do just that!” She galloped back towards Town Hall, waving after him. “Have fun storming the castle!”

Ink Well waved back, regaining his composure as he turned to his destination and flew down the street. There was just one thing he had to change to make everything better, one pony standing in his way. And he knew just where to find her.

Minutes later he landed outside of Rosewater, the perfumery a bastion of calm considering the troubles the town was about to face. He could already see the smoke rising from the second fire, and faintly, just on the edge of his hearing, he swore he could hear the sound of his cast striking metal ringing out from town hall. He didn't have much time... Flying up to the second story, he pulled open a window and slipped inside.

The interior of the house was empty, a heavy silence weighing it down. There were the two beds, Rose's cushioned one stained from his staying in it, while beside it was the cloud the earth pony had slept on the night before. From all around him came the smell of lilacs, soothing, completely wrong for the fight that would be occurring there so soon. It was... odd, really. The only difference between the day of the battle and the house he left this morning, what seemed like forever ago to his tired limbs, was the scent of the room: lilac for his burns instead of the floral ones Rose usually kept around. That and the little divot in the floor where Viper's blade had fallen. A difference I aim to remove.

Viper was in the house already. He could feel her, likely downstairs, readying for his entrance through the front door. Won't she be surprised to see me? He made his way to the stairs, careful to tread lightly, when he felt a presence behind him. He whirled and ducked, expecting a blade, but instead was greeted by a gleam of brass. He stood straight up again, face falling into annoyance. “Oh, it's you. Are you still chasing me?”

This brass pony was bulkier than the previous two, extra battle plating covering its body and a horn protruding from its forehead. It's soulless black eyes fell on him, piercing him through as they seemed to scan his very being, a feeling he was growing annoyingly used to. This was followed by a whir and a loud click, the brass unicorn's booming metallic voice shaking the silence of the still room. “Scan complete. Source confirmed. Remain still and prepare for collection.”

Ink Well felt his blood boiling. Across space and time, and even into his past they just wouldn't let him be! They were messing with everything, even this of all days. He was in no mood to deal with this right now. “I am about to go down there and preempt the fight of my life, and you think I'm going to stop for some fake like you? Quit following me! Get back to your master and tell him to stop messing with my life!” He turned back around, ignoring the brass beast to look down the stairs, making sure nopony was directly below. He was sure Viper would hear something, and if he weren't prepared... he wasn't dying now.

The brass unicorn cocked its head, the whirring sounding confused as it took a few heavy steps towards him. Click. “You will be collected. Do not resist.” Its hoof swung around, landing upon Ink Well's shoulder solidly.

Ink Well stared at the offending hoof, eyes narrowing. “You know, normally I would run from you, but right now,” he said as he whipped around, striking the brass unicorn across the muzzle with a back-hoof. “I don't have time.”

The machine's head stayed off kilter for a moment before realigning, turning to him once more. Whir. Click. “Source resisting. Assistance required.” Sparks then danced across its hoof, reaching the end only to find Ink Well no longer under it.

“Really, I am sick and tired of you guys and your little lightning show.” He flew back, pressing up against the wall with his hooves before springing off at full wing speed, forehoof ready to strike. “Back off!”

The electricity visibly moved across the brass unicorn's body, centering itself on its chest just as Ink Well's hoof connected. He felt the electricity course through him, stiffening his muscles and shocking his heart, but he pushed through, completing the strike and sending the unicorn staggering back a full meter. He landed afterward, letting the electricity pass through him into the floorboards with an angry sigh. Even though he'd never been a weather pony, all pegasi were used to a shock from time to time. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

Ink Well looked at the staggered brass unicorn, it seeming so smug at that moment, so sure of itself, and glared. “You know, you bear quite the resemblance to Viper. One might almost call the similarity 'shocking.'”

Before he could even chuckle at his own pun, Ink Well felt cold metal touching both of his flanks. He couldn't even think about escape before electricity coursed through both contacts at once, causing all his muscles to lock up and spasm where he stood. He held up under the combined jolts for what seemed like forever, his organs heating and straining within as they were forced into overdrive by the charge. Eventually the shock stopped and Ink Well still stood, stumbling forward with fur smoking on his body. He turned around woozily, seeing for the first time the two brass ponies behind him. One was strikingly similar to the first he encountered, while the other had magnificent brass wings sprouting from its back. Seeing the two interlopers, Ink Well moved his hooves beneath him, slowly turning to face them. He looked each of them in the eye before slowly, resolutely, raising a hoof and opening his mouth to speak.

All that came out was a weak cough, a puff of black smoke filtering from his body. As soon as it left, Ink Well toppled over, crashing into the wood floor limply. The last sound he heard was the tinkling of broken glass, like a tiny bauble shattering. Then there was only darkness.

Revelations

Derpy flew to Town Hall along with all the other weather pegasi celebrating the dousing of the flames. Spotting the Doctor, she landed next to him, setting down gently at his side. “Hello there, Derpy! How was your time?” He gave her a smile when he saw her, but his mind was working busily, and it quickly became a frown.

Derpy returned his smile, though hers dissipated with her words. “Oh, it was alright, but I was barely able to stop anything. I caught one Enforcer in the act, but a whole bunch of them were taking ponies out when nopony was nearby.”

The Doctor nodded, still focused on something. Near the front of the crowd a minor rumbling was occurring as a pony ran up to Twilight Sparkle, but neither of them paid it any mind. “I had a very similar problem, though I did manage to stop a few by running off on my own. While out and about I noticed something odd. I could have sworn I saw you here, Derpy. And it wasn't that one pony that looks a lot like you, it was you tip to tail.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I thought you said you hadn't been around.”

Derpy shrugged, just as confused as he was. “I don't remember being here, and you'd think I'd remember something like this. But I might have forgotten...” This had been a full year and a half before she met The Doctor, and she'd been a very different pony then. But forgetting this was far past the fog she'd kept herself in... And she seemed to remember news of this reaching her in Manehattan, not Ponyville...

She just shrugged again. “I don't know what to say.” Looking over at him, the furrow to his brow was starting to weigh on her. Normally anything that kept him from smiling this long had much more impact than a fire or a battle. “Something you want to talk about?”

He looked at her as though distracted. “No, just... Something doesn't feel right about this situation. It's like-”

“Hi Doctor!” Pinkie Pie popped up between Derpy and The Doctor, placing a hoof over both of their shoulders. Derpy's heart gave a start when she popped up, but it quickly settled into an amused smile. Pinkie always somehow knew all about The Doctor, even when he was confused with his own timeline. This was just her being her. “There you are! What brings you back to Ponyville? Normally you show up only for the BIG stuff, like Winter Wrap Up, or that party last month. Does that mean this day's gonna be big? Because my knee has been pinchy all day, and it's really making bouncing tricky.”

The Doctor smiled, throwing his own hoof over her shoulder as a metallic clinking rang through the air. “Hello Pinkie! The TaRDiS was just acting up again. Since we were here, we thought we'd help.”

“Couldn't be a better time! It looks like something important is happening.” She pointed to the front of the Town Hall, where the highly bandaged Ink Well was starting his speech.

The Doctor ignored it, appraising Pinkie with a raised eyebrow. “How did you find us, Pinkie? Your Pinkie Sense give me away again?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Nope! Ink Well told me you were in town! When did you start traveling with more than one companion, huh? I thought you only had the one! Did you start changing rules on me?”

The Doctor's face went rigid. “Ink Well told you? Was this a while ago, before the chains were starting?”

Pinkie jumped up, shaking her head. “Nope! It was just a moment ago! He said something about settling a score and then flew off towards Rosewater. I asked him about the game he was playing, but he just– Hey!” Pinkie was tossed aside as The Doctor sprinted down the road, Derpy taking wing to follow, though taking a moment to offer Pinkie an apologetic smile. Pinkie just crossed her front hooves, turning back to the Town Hall and sticking her nose in the air right as Ink Well finished his speech. “Hmph. Why's everypony being so rude today?”

Derpy landed in a full sprint beside The Doctor. “So why are we running? Ink Well obviously didn't do anything bad. The reapers haven't shown back up.”

“No, but something has changed about this moment in time, and who do you think is at the epicenter?” Derpy just nodded, following The Doctor's quick pace as they headed for the perfumery.

The cold floor felt wonderful against Ink Well's fur, the shocked muscled throughout his body unwinding at the chilly touch. Yet, the very fact that there was cool, hard stone beneath his cheek, no matter how soothing, was enough to warrant panic from his mind. Without thinking he placed his forehooves beneath him, pushing himself up only to regret it a moment later as the dull ache throughout him erupted into a fiery tension. He let himself back down slowly, finding motion difficult, and instead let his eyes open slowly, taking account of his surroundings.

All alone? Check. Cold hard stone? Check. Small bare area of space? Check. Strong metal bars? Check, though brass. Classy. “Please tell me the opening just had a very wild after party,” he said to the room, hearing his words echo off of the far walls. When no response came, he sighed, watching the few particles of grey dust displaced by his breath swirl from the similarly colored slate beneath him. They passed through the bars of his jail, settling on the far side on what appeared to be an ancient, tattered red carpet with fraying gold trim.

Noticing the odd jailhouse amenity for the first time, Ink Well picked himself up again, dragging himself over to the bars to get a better look at his prison. The carpet ran from a large arched set of wooden double doors on one side of what seemed to be some sort of great hall, up a set of stairs, and right up to an empty throne, the golden gleam of which was a stark contrast to the decrepit state of the rest of the hall. Behind the throne were two doors, one in each of the side walls, each much smaller and less ornate than the double doors at the other end. Incredibly tall, cracked and aged walls hemmed in the narrow corridor, meeting high above in a peaked arch much like that on the doorway. Punctuating the wall behind the throne was a giant arched window of perfectly clear glass, set dead center and giving a view of a white-grey pockmarked wasteland, with deep craters abound and nothing in the way of plant or animal life to be seen. This landscape sat beneath a starry sky, incredibly dark and clear, through which familiar constellations could be made out even at a quick glance.

Wherever I am, it can't be too far from Equestria. Ink Well frowned, sitting down and reaching for his notebook to sketch the scene and write down his thoughts. As he did that, he let his mind wander, eventually voicing the issue bouncing around his skull. “The question still remains, where am I?”

“A fine question indeed, though I am afraid I do not hold the answer,” said a voice from his left, causing Ink Well to start and spin to face it. Beside him sat another cell, just a small enough space between to make them feel connected, though more than far enough to stop any interaction more substantial than speaking. However, when his eyes fell upon the cage's occupant, his fear was quelled immediately, though the shock still remained. The occupant looked at him with her purple eyes, a gentle smile forming on her white face. “Long time no see, Ink Well.”

Hurriedly Ink Well bowed his head in deference to the alicorn before him, asking his question while mid-supplication. “Princess Celestia? What are you doing here?”

“We had hoped you might be able to enlighten us on that matter, but you seem to be just as confused as we are.” Ink Well spun around at the new voice, still surprised, though his shock had left him enough to bow to the new voice's owner much more rapidly. She giggled at that, waving away the gesture with one of her indigo hooves. “Oh, Ink Well, you need not bow to us. We thought that habit would have left you by now.” Her teal eyes twinkled with curiosity as she watched him stand. “You are looking much better than when we last saw you.” Before he could even begin to think of a response, the alicorn shrugged, continuing her thought. “Granted, 'twas your funeral. You looked so old in the casket. Age does not wear well on some ponies.”

Ink Well looked taken aback, a flood of questions pouring into his head. What does that-? Did she-? Wait, was I just insulted by Princess Luna? Unable to pick an appropriate response, he let his mouth run on its own. “I'm sorry?”

Celestia shot her sister a glare. “Selene! Manners! Was it not you who instated the rule against talking about age?” She looked at Ink Well, rolling her eyes knowingly. “I am very sorry Ink Well. She never did relearn proper etiquette. Five thousand years and she still uses the royal 'we.'”

“'We' will have you know that the citizens of the New Lunar Republic actually encouraged us to speak this way. They said it was a wonderful quirk to have a ruler so forward thinking that spoke in an 'archaic' tongue and were, in fact, crushed when we tried to change it.” With this said Luna turned her back to her sister, sticking out her tongue playfully.

Celestia frowned at the display. “See? No manners at all. It's a wonder the Republic ever crowned you.”

“We all know we were a fine ruler. Right, Inky?” Luna turned an expectant gaze at him, only to have it returned with a look of confusion. After an awkward pause doubt started to creep into her look. “Ink Well?”

Ink Well stammered for a moment, trying to get his brain to terms with what was going on. The princesses were looking at him expectantly, and while Celestia looked exactly the same as always, Luna had changed over the years, mostly in outfit. In place of the dark blue crown that used to reside upon her head there was a silver circlet, not overly decorated, but still intricate, with much care going into the design, which culminated in two sapphires that sat on either side of her horn. Around her neck ran a silver necklace, much like the circlet in its careful yet simply design, with the New Lunar Republic crest set in the center of it. But there was more than that, there was a confidence that she hadn't shown in any of her public appearances since her return; a way she held herself and an air around her that spoke volumes of her time as a leader, as well as a familiarity Ink Well just couldn't return. These were The Princesses, the near-goddess Equestrian royalty, and he was just one writer that had met them once. What could he say to them?

As Ink Well stammered, Celestia looked him over, particularly his outfit. It only took a moment for understanding to alight in her mind. “Ink Well, how long have you been traveling with The Doctor? Before being brought here, of course.”

Ink Well jumped on the save, not even surprised the princess had caught onto it. “I-It's been just a few hours, I think. Though it's feeling longer every minute, highness.”

Celestia nodded sagely. “I'm sure it is. Time has a way of wearing out its welcome much too soon. I can imagine you'd like to return and stop all of these strange happenings, yes?”

Ink Well shrugged, starting to get a little more comfortable now that he was in known territory, even if it was talking about himself to a princess. “It's starting to become quite the wish, your highness.”

Celestia smiled at his response. “Please, call me Tia. There's no need for formalities.”

Ink Well looked struck by the suggestion. “Are you sure about that, highness? I don't think I'm fully comfortable-”

Celestia held up a hoof, calming him with a simple gesture. “Please don't worry about it at all, Ink Well. I don't wish to see you tense right now.”

Nervously, he acquiesced. “Alright, uh, Tia.”

Her smile returned. “Thank you. Now, this may sound odd, but how well do you know me?”

Ink Well stalled a moment, fearing a wrong answer may have repercussions, when Luna cut him off. “Sister, what is this line of questioning? Your speech is formal and your tone of voice suggests you talk to a loyal supplicant! Has your view of him so soured in all of these years, or is it not your friend you speak to now?”

Tia looked to her sister calmly, raising an eyebrow at her. “Is it, Luna? Look at him. His youth, his confusion, his nervousness; is this the Ink Well you remember?”

Luna seemed to look at him more closely, a hint of doubt entering her voice. “What are you saying?”

“Take a good, close look at him, Sister. Particularly his outfit. Does it not remind you of something? A certain night, perhaps?”

Luna began to scrutinize Ink Well, taking in every detail as well as she could. An instant later, recognition reared its ugly head and her vision grew sad and cold. “This is the outfit from the opening of Night's Wrath, is it not?” Ink Well nodded. Tears edged Luna's eyes before she could turn away, and she was silent for quite a long pause. Eventually she spoke again, hurt seeping in her words. “Is this some sort of cruel joke?”

Celestia's calm broke, sadness touching her face as well. “Sister...”

Luna shook her head. “You aren't even he! Are our emotions but some plaything to be used and tossed aside? Does time itself feel we are to be punished for some galactic 'bad' we perpetrated?”

Ink Well shuffled nervously, feeling horrible to have brought up a bad memory. “Princess, I'm not some joke. I don't even-”

Luna spun on him, venom in her eyes and voice. “Do not speak to us!” Ink Well flinched at the sight, causing her to regret her action immediately. She turned away again, looking at her cell. “Just, remain quiet. We shall focus our efforts on trying to escape.” Her horn glowed a deep blue, which prodded and poked at the brass bars to little effect.

Ink Well looked over at her, fairly certain what he'd done wrong, when Celestia's voice brought his attention to her. “Do not mind my sister right now. You... remind her of a friend.”

He smirked at her. “I remind her of myself, right?”

The hesitance in her regal voice spoke volumes. “Oh, well...”

His smile dropped, face getting serious. “Don't bother trying to hide it, she practically said it outright. Nebula said it too when I ended up on her ship. Something about being the same 'after all these years.'” He turned to the side, muttering to himself. “Time stuff, it may be complicated, but in the end it's fairly straightforward. I'm not as clueless as I act. I notice things, pick up on the subtle hints. I would have never been a journalist if I didn't, even if it was just for the Equirer.” He shrugged, waving his own point away. “But that changes nothing. You are The Princesses, and I am just some writer. Why would the three of us be kidnapped and held together? How am I ever to measure up to you, no matter how much future is put before me?”

Celestia shook her head softly, chuckling to herself. “Nebula was right. You haven't changed at all. But it's not surprising, is it?” She nodded again. “We all knew you in the future, after you...” Celestia paused for a moment, and Ink Well picked up on it. She's hesitating. She thinks it's dangerous for me to know this. The Doctor did it too. More 'spoilers?' Before he could press further, she continued. “...did so much for a lot of ponies. You helped them immensely, caused them to see the error of their foolish actions, and in doing so earned their trust more than any pony since you left. You made such an impact on... everything. You...” She stopped, carefully picking her next words.

Ink Well raised an eyebrow. “I?”

Celestia looked away, still hesitant. “Well...”

“You carried the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Both turned to look at Luna, who still faced out to the empty room around them. “You took on all of the troubles of everypony as though they were your fault, and you were determined to set them right. You wouldn't take no for an answer, would help even when they dodged the question. You, with no input from anypony else, did amazing things. Truly wondrous acts. We cannot risk telling you because you are not yet... you, but there is one thing we want you to know. When you left... when you died... we-”

Celestia cut her off. “Luna, don't. You don't have to bring up such a topic now.”

Luna turned around, distraught from her own thoughts. “If not now then when, Tia? Is a later him suddenly going to arrive? I think not. This is our one chance.”

Celestia shook her head. “Luna, you heard The Doctor's thoughts on such a thing. You might change the past. Who knows what could happen?”

“We don't care, Tia!” Luna looked at her sister like she was heartless. “How can you not feel the same? You were also his friend, were you not? We know that for a long time Ink Well was our best friend, and we know he was close to you too. So why do you refuse to let him know?” Her eyes narrowed, a coldness behind them. “Is this why you refused to grieve? Our nation gave him a holiday in memorial, and yours held barely a moment of silence! To you he's just another pony standing before you, but to us-”

Celestia looked stung by Luna's words. “He is not 'just another pony.' Yes I miss him. Yes, he was my friend. But he was not the first, nor was he the last. We are immortal, sister, and while you have your tendency to remain aloof and distant like your own precious moon, I have been among them. I have been all of their friends, I trusted all of them, and one by one I have had to watch them all slip away. Even my students, even my most faithful student, there one day, then gone the next.” She sighed. “To grieve for one would make those for whom we didn't unworthy. It would make one pony superior to the others, one life weigh more than those around it, and that is wrong. All life is of equal value, even his.” She sat there for a moment, the weight of her eternity sitting heavy on her shoulders. “I may not feel the passage of time, but that does not mean it doesn't hurt me just as badly.”

The room was silent for a while, Celestia looking to the floor and Luna looking on her sadly, all of her anger gone from her face. “'Tia... we are sorry for our outburst. That was not what we meant at all. We just... while we had this chance...” Luna shook her head, letting the thoughts dies unsaid. “Time can be too cruel.”

Ink Well looked between the sisters, both now staring at their cold cell floors, sadness radiating off them. He hadn't fully caught everything being said there, but there was one thing that he was sure of. It's because of me. They were both imprisoned by those things looking for me, and now they're grieving over me for something I did in the past... or the future, or something. I just can't do anything right, can I? All I do is bring pain and misery wherever I go. He sat on the floor, completely out of ideas, and reached into his pockets. Maybe, if he took notes, he could do something useful.

As he did, he felt a shard of something poke his hoof, which he pulled out. It was plant green crystal, a perfectly square leaf with a large crack running diagonally down the center, all that remained of his gift for Rose. Delicately he turned it over, only for the top half to break away and shatter on the floor. That was the final straw. I want to be home. I want none of this to have happened. Not their pain, not an instant away from Rose, no spaceships or brass monsters or anything. I am one tiny little pony completely out of his depth, and I have no reason to garner his attention, that's been proven the entire trip. I didn't need it before, but I sure as sugar need it now. He looked at the flower, dejection filling every word. “Doctor, where are you?”

The Doctor ran up to the front of Rosewater just as thunder decided to roll over the town, a very light rain beginning to sprinkle around him. Immediately he took a deep breath, eyes focusing on the open window on the second story. “Derpy, fly up there and see if you can find him.”

Derpy looked at him, ready though slightly confused. “Sure thing, Doctor! But why can't we go in the front? I think the door is open, and it would be a lot easier.”

The Doctor shook his head firmly. “No. It is imperative that we do not interfere with anything that's happening. I'm not entirely sure what's happened, but it would be better not to test with things until we know where Ink Well is. Now hurry up before somepony comes.”

Derpy nodded, taking flight into the window. As soon as she landed inside, she turned to see The Doctor running into a nearby alleyway, hiding from Twilight Sparkle and the highly bandaged Ink Well that were running down the road. She made a point to duck from the window frame, confusion powering her mind. Why is The Doctor so worried? He's never worked so hard to be discrete in the past. Whatever it is, it must be important. His worry was infectious, creeping into her head, but she decided to work with it, using it to hurry the task at hoof.

Unfortunately, she didn't know what to look for. There were bandages and flowers scattered about every surface in the room, but none of it looked out of place or moved, making no obvious place to start looking. She walked slowly across the floor, peering around the dim room for anything that might be a clue when a loud thump came from below, startling Derpy and causing her to misstep, tumbling over the central dining table in the room and falling to the floor. As the crash devolved into sounds of struggle, Derpy came to her senses, her eyes falling on the exact clue she needed.

Right in the center of the floor, not far from the staircase down, was the remains of a crystal rose. The petals were cracked and broken, the stem snapped in two places and the pentagon base shattered beyond recognition, but it was unmistakable, a shining oddity in the room. Immediately she gathered them up in her hooves, hopping into the air and flying out to show them to The Doctor.

She was stopped at the window by a cautious hoof from The Doctor in his alleyway hiding place. She ducked down just in time to see a pony in a Royal Guard outfit flying from the building. As soon as he was gone, The Doctor waved for her and she flew over, landing next to him. “What happened? What was a guard doing here?”

“I don't think he was a guard.” The Doctor pointed to the door, which was now secured shut with a rope, before shrugging. “But that is part of today, and not something we are going to concern ourselves with. Did you find anything?”

Derpy nodded, holding out the flower's remains proudly. “Yup! I found this, I think it's from the tree on the ship. Ink Well must have been here.”

“Fantastic! That's a wonderful find Derpy! Give it here.” He took one of the petals from her, tapping it to his tongue. He recoiled back at the touch. “Whoa! That is seeped with temporal residue!” He brought it to his nose, sniffing cautiously, and grimaced. “Yes, matches the brass pony perfectly. They've definitely got him. Come Derpy, to the TaRDiS!”

The two of them took off at a sprint, heading straight to where the TaRDiS was waiting. As they ran, The Doctor's worry continued to radiate off of him, and Derpy couldn't help but voice her concern. “Doctor, why are we being so stealthy? You were fine with us making a presence when we first got here.”

“Yes Derpy, I was, but something's changed.” He shuddered as he ran, shaking from head to hoof. “Time just feels... solid right now.”

Derpy just looked confused. “Isn't that a good thing? It means it isn't in paradox, right?”

“Yes, but it's over-corrected. When we arrived it was very wobbly, in a state of almost constant flux. But now it's just...” He shook his head, as if unable to comprehend his own thoughts. “It's fixed.”

Derpy smiled at him. “That's good, right? It was broken before, wasn't it?”

“No Derpy, it wasn't broken, it was in flux, as most time is, but now it has become a solid point in time. The events here are now a fact when before they were just a possibility.” He turned into the alleyway, doubling his efforts to reach his blue box as he did.

Derpy followed him, having to fly to keep up. “So... is that bad? You've told me about fixed points before like they were just a fact of the time vortex.” She pushed open the door moments after him, but he was already at the main panel working away.

“Fixed points are normal. There are usually a few scattered throughout the time stream, but they don't just pop into existence. They have always been.” He tapped at the console, confused by what he saw. “No, they aren't fixed, they're just... focused. Half of the possibilities have been removed.”

“What?”

“All the possibilities used to be here, but now...” He shook his head. “Everything Ink Well has done, all of the most important decisions, all of them have now become locked in the positive.”

Derpy frowned, puzzling over the implications. “So... he can't choose not to do something?”

“Not can't. Won't. He will always make the same decisions; will always reach the same conclusions; will always make sure to get to the same place and make the same choice no matter what happens to him. He no longer can take the other option.” He sighed, hating the thought. “Think of the lost possibilities! And I don't know if I can fix that.” He tapped a few buttons, watching the result on the display. “There is only one thing that could have been the cause. The brass ponies. We need to find their source.”

Derpy walked up to him, watching the display change with his actions. “Can't you just follow their trail? Find him that way?”

“No, we did that and ended up here. It's too muddled. It's from their design.” He pulled up a picture of one on the display, rotating it. “The sonic's readings were everywhere, picking up all sorts of technology levels. Magnetic tape, hextech, punch card, clockwork, nanomachines, biowiring... Its amazing the thing could run at all! And then there are sections that look like they are held together with bits of food and shoestrings. I have never seen-” His pupils narrowed, fear awakening in them and causing a matching panic in Derpy. “I have...”

“Doctor, what is it? What's wrong?”

He turned to her, speaking calmly, but with a voice that was ice cold and begging to be fearful. “I know who created the brass ponies.” He then turned to the display, face hardening in determination. “And I know exactly where to find him.”

The silence in the holding cells was broken by the entrance of a brass pony, the pegasus, which walked from the large doors at the end of the red carpet along the hallway. It looked into each of three cells, happiness at what it saw conveyed in the cold whirring of its gears before it continued on, around the throne and out one of the smaller doors in back. Ink Well watched it in its motions, a fire of anger sparking as he did, but he did not try anything with the beast. When it was gone, he turned around, glaring daggers at the wall behind him. “How could those things have captured me? I evaded them so well before.”

At the sound of his voice both princesses exited their saddened stupor, both giving him a quizzical look, though Luna was the one to speak. “You encountered them before and escaped?”

Ink Well gave a curt nod. “Yeah, twice. Wasn't much, just a whole lot of running. I've always been good at that.”

“A pony after The Doctor's own heart.” Luna looked impressed. “Well, you have us at an advantage. We were captured in our sleep. No time to struggle.”

Celestia sighed, leaning against the bars of her cell. “I was in my throne room, surrounded by guards, and it got me anyway. Magic did nothing to it, not even with three of us trying. Though now I know better than to rely purely on unicorns for personal guards.”

Ink Well raised an eyebrow at their accounts. “Really? They just stormed the castle for you two? After all the cloak and dagger they did around me, I'm surprised. Though some of that was probably tainted by the Enforcers.”

Celestia tilted her head at that. “The Enforcers were in league with the brass ponies?”

Ink Well shook his head. “Oh, no, the TaRDiS brought us back to The Battle of Ponyville. That's actually where I was captured, since I stopped bothering with them and was focused on Viper.”

“Ah, The Battle of Ponyville...” She nodded slowly. “Those were troubled times, though nopony knew it yet. You actually blew the lid off of all of it.”

He waved the thought away. “It was nothing any journalist worth his salt wouldn't do.”

Celestia shook her head, strengthening her point. “No, it wasn't nothing. Remember when I once told you that one pony in the right place could make all the difference in the world? Time and again you proved yourself to be that pony. I could not have fathomed how apt those words were when I stated them.”

Ink Well blushed, rubbing a hoof at his mane. “You flatter me, Princess. I'm not nearly as big as all of that.”

“Nay, Ink Well! You are far greater than you give yourself credit for.” Luna hesitated, thinking for a moment. “The only personal knowledge you have of us is the letters for your musical, yes?” Ink Well nodded. “When you asked for our half of that story, not just the tale of the elements, you did a great thing. We were in a dark place about the whole ordeal, still worried of the stain it carried on our name, and your show helped us see it in a new light. Even on that night we could not thank you enough for your work.”

Ink Well shied away from the praise, trying to almost hide from it. “It was just a story, nothing worth any praise.”

Luna smirked at him, though it faded as she continued to talk. “Don't be so quick to trivialize yourself, Ink Well. On that night, before seeing the play, we had contemplated attempting a takeover once more of the throne. We are ashamed of it now, so silly was the idea, but it was you who kept us in line, allowing for much more than anypony could have imagined to happen.”

Ink Well continued to wave her words away, though they were starting to hit home. “Nonsense. I'm just one little writer, what could I have done?”

Luna frowned at him, placing a hoof on her hip. “There you go again, deflecting complements and belittling yourself. You must work on your self esteem problems! You are truly amazing, even if it's just being the right pony in the right place at the right time, you have done so more than any other pony we are aware of.”

“Oh? Give me a few examples then.” Both sisters shied away from his gaze, causing his face to gain a grim smile. “I thought as much. You can't. You keep promising like I'm amazing, but I'm so unimportant you just avoid talking about my failures.”

A sharp baritone voice sounded from behind the throne at the end of the hall, dripping with smug satisfaction and charm. “That's where you're wrong, Ink Well.” From behind the throne stepped a blue earth pony with blonde hair, a greasy smile on his face. He was dressed sharply in a tuxedo shirt and jacket, with a red bow tie around his neck. Upon his flank shone an hourglass, identical to the one The Doctor had. His smile held, he continued his talk as he walked down the carpeted stairs. “They do hide quite a bit from you, but it is so you do not get a swelled head or fail to achieve it. They are worried that if you are told what you did, then you won't do it.” He stopped in front of the three cages, looking between them like one might look down at an ant. “I, however, have no such qualms. After all, it would be only fitting for you to know exactly what you'll miss.”

He cleared his throat, glancing just once at the pony before him before continuing. “Ink Well, The Wanderer, The Running Light, The Storyteller, The Truth Finder, The Source of Change, Harbinger of War, The Changeling's Heart, The Gryphon's Wings, Blessed of the Sun and Moon, Uniter of the Four Nations, Apostle of Peace, The First Arbiter, The Great Arbiter, The Father of Space Travel,” stated the blue pony, rattling off the names as though it were rehearsed a million times. He stopped here, raising an eyebrow at the skinny off-white pegasus before him. “The list goes on. Now, I can't see how some scrawny little thing like you could ever hope to achieve all of that, but the proof is there, written in the history books for all to see. Arguably you, Ink Well, are the single most important pony since the princesses beside you.”

Ink Well was stunned. That couldn't possibly be right. He couldn't have ever done anything that could cause all of those to be his titles. “You can't be serious. That's not all true, is it?” He looked to the princesses, who each diverted their eyes when he looked their way. “... is it?”

The pony smiled cruelly. “Oh yes, it's all true. Bloody hard to believe, but true none the less. They also say that there isn't a planet in the alliance that doesn't have an Apple and a Source on it, sometimes the same pony.” He shrugged. “But I doubt that. The Apples were a much more prolific bunch than any that came from you.”

Ink Well was still a few sentences behind, trying to get everything to sink in properly. But there was one huge thing blocking it. “Hold on. I got all of those titles somehow. How? I'm really just a writer, not worth the attention of your brass ponies, let alone the princesses they also captured. Why am I so important?”

The mystery pony gave him a blank look. “You really are thick, aren't you? Weren't you listening at all?” He rolled his eyes, voice taking on the tone of someone explaining to a little foal. “It's not you now that's the important one, it's you in the future that is. You now is absolutely useless, just an ink pot with a brain. But what you become, with all those places you end up in at just the right time, that's useful to me. It's the whole reason you're here at all.”

“So that I can't become me?”

The pony laughed. “No, so that I can become you. All those fancy titles... I feel giddy just thinking about it!”

“But who are you?”

“Me?” The pony looked shocked, as though he couldn't possibly imagine somepony not knowing who he was. He then smiled darkly, his voice returning to its smooth, sinister self. “You may call me The Master.”

The Finale

The Doctor and Derpy stood in the TaRDiS at the center console, The Doctor speaking as he worked at the controls. “You know how I have always said that I am the last of the Time Lords? That was only partially true. My home planet, Gallifrey, was time sealed, locked forever out of anyone's reach after the Time War. I thought nobody had escaped, but with the technology I've seen... There's only one other I can think of that could have possibly found any way of escaping, and if he has, and made it into this universe...” The Doctor shook where he stood. “I don't want to imagine the consequences.”

The screen before him came up red and he growled in frustration, smacking the console with a hoof. “No! It's not this hard! Show me where he is!” The screen continued to blink red at him, and after a few more smacks to it, he stopped, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Thick. That's what you are. Bloody thick!” He smashed his hooves into the main console, self hatred dripping from his every pore. “Why didn't you keep a better leash on him? You knew he was a danger, and you assumed he'd just stay locked away like the rest?”

Derpy stood a fair ways from him, fearful of him during his raged outbreak. But as he continued to berate himself, she walked up to him, placing a hoof on his shoulder that stopped him in his tracks. “Doctor, calm down. You'll figure it out. We've come out of a lot worse than this.”

The Doctor shook his head slowly before turning around to face her. “No Derpy, there is nothing worse than this. This is my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. One stupid bloody mistake and now the entire universe will-”

Derpy placed a hoof to his mouth, silencing him. “Just talk it through. You always do a lot better when you can bounce your ideas, and I'm right here for that.” Lowering her hoof, she gave him a reassuring smile. “Now, who escaped?”

His face grave, The Doctor started talking. “On Gallifrey, there was a coming of age ritual done to every child. They were shown the heart of the Time Vortex, forced to watch the chaos of time in its rawest form, and afterward they were to pick their new name and role in society. Some embraced it, becoming brilliant masters of time and space. Some ran from it, never stopping. And some could not take it, going completely mad. He looked into it and it stared back, changing him into a sociopath and a madman, dangerous beyond all belief. And then he chose his name, and what he picked should have been more than enough warning...”

Derpy was fascinated, never having heard hardly anything about The Doctor's past, let alone his universe or his home planet. But she could feel the sadness in his tale, the loss and sorrow apparent even with the fear and anger layering over the story. He was getting something off of his chest, something he kept a secret for far too long, and she knew it was good for him. He just needed a little prompting. “What did he pick?”

“He called himself The Master.” This name seemed to impact Derpy, though it was lost to The Doctor as he continued his thoughts. “He gained a smooth tongue, and with it could convince even the most stable of people to do insane things, all for him. He was on a never ending march towards war, even resurrected to fight our greatest foe, but that was at the end of the war. Right before it all went too far...”

Derpy's eyes crossed further as a faint memory awoke in the back of her head, arising from the fog of her younger years. From long back, before she'd even had Dinky to brighten up her life, that name burned in her thoughts. A smooth baritone voice, one she had just met, but one she would come to trust, full of itself and accompanied by a stunning smile. “Please, Ditzy, call me The Master.” She tried to follow the memory, to clear up the clouds blocking it or put a face on the voice, but it was too far gone. Yet the memory brought with it wonder, fear, and sadness; the excitement of the thought, a fear rooted deeply in broken trust, and a loss unlike any before it... Lost in her thoughts, she let the words simply slip out. “The Master...”

The Doctor took on a tone of resolve, his mind steeling itself for what lay ahead. “He is a danger to anyone he may be near. The only other Time Lord in existence... He slipped free of his chains to wreak havoc on your world, and he must be stopped. Only destruction follows in his wake.”

The change in The Doctor brought Derpy from her muddled memories, and she put herself aside to give The Doctor the springboard he needed. “If he's so dangerous, then his presence should be obvious. Can you scan for anything he might have done?”

The Doctor shook his head. “No, his first move seems to be the brass ponies, and they are popping up everywhere. You'd think something as large as a Time Lord would-” a revelation hit The Doctor, causing his face to light up. “Derpy! You're a genius!” He turned back to the main controls, running around them and carefully hitting buttons at random. “Of course this brilliant thick head of mine would focus on what he did, but he has been careful to hide that. He doesn't want his plan seen until it can't be stopped. But he is a Time Lord linked to the Time Vortex, and not only that, he has been pulled from my universe. If we follow the movements of the brass ponies, add in a few variables, look for a little bit of residual void stuff, then we should be able to do this!” He flipped one last switch, grabbing the screen with his forehooves and swiveling it towards himself. The grin on his face just spread. “Fantastic!” He ran over to Derpy, whose own smile had grown with his rapid movements across the controls, and grabbed her in a large hug, kissing her strongly on the cheek. “Derpy! You are amazing!” She blushed at that, her smile getting just a bit larger, but that was lost as The Doctor ran over to the time controls, hooves dancing to lock them in.

Not a moment later he stared at her, his manic smile back and a fire in his eyes. “Hold on tight, Derpy! We've got a writer to save.”

Derpy grabbed onto the central bulb just as the TaRDiS's dematerialization noise began, her blush gone but her own smile and determination just as prominent. “We're coming Ink Well! And this time, I'm saving you!”

The Master smiled viciously. “Now that we are all well acquainted, I'm sure you must have questions.” He looked at the three ponies before them, all glaring, but otherwise silent. As the silence dragged on, his smile slowly shifted to a frown. “No? No questions at all?” His cool demeanor dropped for a moment as he sagged. “Oh, please? I've had years to prepare the speech, one of you must at least be curious.” He leaned towards Ink Well's cell, putting on a slightly higher voice in an offensive impersonation. “'But Master! What could you possibly want to do once you're in my position! Oh no! My whole life, gone! Oh woe is me!'”

Ink Well rolled his eyes, knowing The Master wouldn't shut up until he was placated. “Fine. What do you have planned once-”

“I'm glad you asked!” The Master said, hopping back to his collected, presumptuous demeanor. “I don't like the way you ran things. 'Apostle of Peace?' 'Uniter of the Four Nations?' 'The Great Arbiter?' Please! Peace and order for millenia? What kind of Alliance does this? Even the third Great and Bountiful Human Empire had wars! In fact, I instigated one of them. But you ponies? Nothing but a bunch of pansies.”

“So you would replace him to end the Alliance?” said Luna, a begrudging curiosity on her face.

The Master laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, Princess, how small your thoughts are. No, your alliance was truly powerful. But it had one flaw.” He walked up, placing his hooves on the bars of her cell. “It couldn't hear the drums.” He rapped his hoof against the bar for four quick, steady beats. After a short pause, he repeated it again, and again after a similar pause. As he did this, he leaned closer, a mad smile on his face. “Can't you hear it?” He paused, letting his hoof continue to tap out the rhythm uncontested. “It's glorious.”

Ink Well continued to glare at him, the only response he could think of for the mad pony's expression. “And what am I listening to?”

His smile deepened as he broke away from the bars, still tapping out the rhythm with his steps. “The drums of war. Pounding endlessly, marching to Equestria. And I will be their herald.” He began to clap his hooves together in excitement. “All I have to do is take your place and make events unfold, and that won't be hard. History was very detailed in what you did to create the Alliance. And then, once I get crowned at the head as you did, Equestria will mobilize and take over the galaxy, with me as its leader.” He looked out of the large window as though he were lost in a dream.

Celestia shook her head, abashed by The Master's presumptuous effort. “But your plan will never work. I've already met Ink Well, and so have the Elements of Harmony and many other ponies at the time. Surely we'd notice if he was suddenly not himself.”

“Oh! But that's the beauty of it!” he said as he turned towards the solar princess. “You won't notice a thing, all because of this!” He held up a small, plain necklace. “And please, don't call me Shirley.”

Ink Well raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the trinket before him. “And what is that?”

The Master turned to him, still grinning happily. “This is a perception filter. Normally it would make me essentially invisible, but this one... well, why don't I show you?” He put the necklace on, and instantly he was a clone of Ink Well, down to the wings now sticking from his back. When he spoke, his voice even matched Ink Well's pitch. “Not only does it hide the real me, it substitutes the real you. I tuned it in to your biosignature while you were asleep, fine tuning it while you three talked. Now my every action, my every word, is his.” He spun around once, showing off how complete the transformation was.

Ink Well tilted his head in confusion, feeling his skin crawl at the sight before him. There was something inherently wrong with seeing himself doing anything but motions in a mirror. Even so, he could feel a dangerous truth starting to appear in The Master's words, like his plan could actually work. He has to be stopped, but the only pony that can do that now is The Doctor. He looked towards the double doors, expecting Ditzy and The Doctor to burst in at any moment, or the TaRDiS to simply appear and the duo to step out. When they failed to, his heart sank. Doctor, where are you?

The Master stood proudly as he finished his turn, still in the guise of Ink Well. “It's really an amazing device, isn't it? It'll fool anypony, even those close enough to Ink Well to know him for years. And to think of how easy it was to make.”.

Luna, however, wasn't nearly as convinced. “We would never go to war with any other race. Each one has been approached peacefully as we expanded into space, and no amount of manipulation by you is going to upset that.”

The false Ink Well merely raised an eyebrow, appraising the angered princess as though he were amused. “Really, now. You think I didn't account for that? Do you think me bringing you here had no purpose?” He started walking towards the throne at the far end of the hall, continuing his speech as though he didn't care if they were listening. “I brought you two in because, eventually, you will find me out. Probably just after the signing of the Alliance Treaty when you finally notice I haven't aged a day in over twenty years. But that is why I grabbed you from when I did. Each of you had hardly any meaningful protection around. It was like taking candy from a baby! I mean, honestly, did a few thousand years of peace lower your guard that much? And now I have both of your signatures keyed into their own filters.” He sat down on the throne, leaning nonchalantly on the armrest, a bored smile on his face. “Now, what do you suppose I'll do with those, hmm?”

Celestia smiled back, though it wasn't nearly as confident. “Nopony would betray their Princess. If you aim on finding allies after your election, you are out of luck.”

The Master's smile dropped completely. “Oh come now, Princess. I thought you brighter than that. Why would I possibly let my plan fall on some variable when I have five candidates of my own design?” He clapped his hooves together twice, and immediately the brass pegasus and unicorn were at his sides. “Model Princesses at my own beck and call. With them underhoof, who would need you around?” Both Princesses seemed to bristle at the implication, but they fell silent, no longer with any flaws to voice at his plan. It was certainly crazy, but he'd caught them once. He could probably do it again. And his false Ink Well looked and sounded so convincing... he seemed like he might be able to make it work, and that scared the Princesses more than anything. He looked upon the caged trio and yawned, ending it in a frown. “Well, you three sure know how to suck the fun out of a room. I hope you enjoy boredom town, because my chariot awaits.” With that, he clapped his hooves again, signaling the other brass ponies to wheel in his 'chariot.' He smiled at the reaction it garnered from the three below.

Behind The Master one of the doors swung open, and through it was pulled a truly massive machine. Tesla Coils and Jacob's Ladders protruded from the top, sparking and arcing between themselves with a loud BZZZZZZRT! even as they barely scraped past the frame of the door they exited. On either end of the machine was a great bubbling tube filled with electric green liquid, and along the top ran a string of warning lights flashing on and off. Set between the tubes was a circular platform, an arch running over it and connected to the brass box it was contained within by a writhing mess of wires. To one side was a command console and a giant knife switch, primed to bring the machine to life with one mighty swing. It was in every detail the invention of a mad scientist in a motion picture, brought to life in full color and sound, and it had the intended effect on its witnesses.

Both Celestia and Luna's jaws dropped at the sight, as did their haunches to the floor. They seemed unable to process the machine before them, so unstable was its design. Ink Well's jaw, on the other hoof, dropped for a different reason.

Seeing the extravagance in the machine, he realized his opponent's flaw. The Master is a villain and a narcissist, a pony who is evil because he enjoys it and it brings him attention and power. Practicing speeches, revealing his plans, the robots and the crazed look of the machine; it was all practiced and timed. He's like the worst type of actor, playing the role purely for the fame and affection of the audience before him. And just like an actor, he'll keep bowing so long as I keep clapping. A smile crept into the corner of Ink Well's mouth. It's your curtain call, Master, and I aim to keep you bowing 'til The Doctor takes the stage.

Ink Well let his haunches drop as well, shock stealing his face, though unlike the others, he announced it. “What is that?”

The Master acted like he hardly noticed, though the smile on his face was unmistakeable. “What, this? Oh, just the lynch pin in my entire plan. I present to you my time machine!” Ink Well's face looked down at the caged trio with a self-centered smile as he showed off his invention with an outstretched hoof.

The real Ink Well made a mental note to kick himself if a smile like that ever touched his face. “A time machine? That thing? But it looks like the creation of a mad scientist!”

The Master looked surprised at the statement. “A mad scientist?” He looked at the machine, then back to Ink Well, shrugging slightly. “I suppose, though I've always hated that term. Their inventions always worked. How could they be mad?”

“And does your device work?”

The Master wheeled on him, indignity flashing behind his eyes. “What was that?”

Ink Well knew he had to be careful. This was thin ice he was treading, and the wrong move would set The Master off to do untold damage to the past. “I'm sorry, Master, it's just that I have never seen a machine like this, and it seems so ingeniously made. Could something like this really work?”

The Master smiled, seemingly placated by the use of his name. “Ah, I understand now. You are from such a primitive time, aren't you? Not even a transporter or a television to get you through your day. This must seem like some crazy dream.” He took a few steps away from the machine, glowering down at Ink Well from the top of the steps. “I can assure you, though, that this is real. And you'll be the first to witness it work.”

He saw The Master start to head for the platform and called out after him. “But why such a large machine?” Ink Well could feel both of the Princesses looking at him now, and could spy Luna's confusion out of the corner of his eye, though it seemed to be laced with hope. Don't hold your breath, Luna. We aren't out of the woods yet. “The brass ponies travel through time without anything like this. If you could do that for them, why couldn't you do so for yourself?”

The Master turned back around, his smile now impressed rather than amused. “A good question. Perhaps you aren't as thick as you look.” Ink Well let the jab slide, feigning interest as The Master walked towards him, explaining. “You see, the perils of the time vortex are many, and while an inanimate object like a rock or a hunk of metal can pass through without so much as a scratch, anything living going unshielded would shred apart like tissue paper in a tornado. What this machine does is add the necessary shielding while also precisely and accurately sending me on my way. With the robots they may be as much as a few days and a few miles from where they intended to jump, while I could place myself on the head of a pin falling through the air if I so chose.” He stopped just in front of Ink Well's cell, animatedly contemplating something in front of the three detainees. “Of course, had I access to more advanced technology I could have made it smaller, but the other flaw you ponies have, next to your penchant towards peace, is a love of old technology. You seem to make due with forms that should have died off centuries before, and as a result spend your entire time line behind your full potential. It's just one more thing I'll have to fix.”

As he said this, he turned back to the trio, seeing anger on both Luna and Celestia's faces and nothing but interest on Ink Well's. The Master's gaze grew cautious at this, and he stepped right up to the bars, glaring curiously at Ink Well. “Why is it that you want to know all of this, hmm? Some escape plan forming in your head?”

Ink Well shook his head a little too quickly, trying to calm his doppelganger down. “No, Master, sir. I wouldn't even know the first way to go about it.”

The Master didn't seem to convinced. “I'm sure...” He turned sharply, hurrying back up the stairs and to the machine. “But you have held me back more than long enough. I have history to rewrite.”

Ink Well tried to think of something to stall him further, but he couldn't figure out a segue that wouldn't seem horribly out of place or raise The Master's suspicions further. Something. Anything. Just hold him a few more seconds! Mind abuzz, he watched The Master, still disguised as him, run up onto the platform before turning back to the room and smiling. “Ta ta, all! Have a fantastic eternity, if you still exist. And if you don't, it was fun while it lasted, wasn't it?” He nodded towards one of the brass ponies, which had a horribly defaced and crumpled head. The pony went over near the knife switch, inputting something into a console next to it.

Electricity shot from the machine, the giant beakers bubbled much faster, and the archway around The Master began to spin, slowly at first, but gaining speed every second. Within moments it was almost a blur, and the pony standing within found himself floating just off of the ground, surrounded by a light blue glow. A maniacal laugh filtered from him as lightning shot from around him, his transportation nearly complete.

It was then that another sound cut through the room, an otherworldly noise that seemed to come from everywhere at once, swelling and ebbing, an unforgettable sound signaling something truly amazing. Everypony in the room recognized it, even Ink Well, who had only heard it from within the machine, and in unison all heads turned towards the double doors, before which a blue box slowly appeared. Before it had even fully materialized, The Master was speaking, calling to his free minions. “No... You must be joking. Take care of him! Don't let him stop me!”

A moment later the TaRDiS had arrived, and the door opened, revealing The Doctor and Ditzy. Relief washed over Ink Well for just a moment. Then the brass ponies attacked.

Three steps into the room and Derpy was already overwhelmed by what was going on. There were two Ink Wells, one in a crazy machine with lightning sparking everywhere,and one in a brass cage, the Princesses, and she was being attacked by the brass ponies. The Doctor was much more attuned to the situation, merely scanning the room once before taking action. “What's his trick? Illusion spell?”

“Perception filter,” called the caged Ink Well.

The Doctor just nodded, calmly pulling out his sonic screwdriver as the brass ponies closed in. “Derpy, could you give me a moment? I need to get a good look at our friend up there.”

Derpy nodded. If her time traveling with The Doctor had taught her one thing, it was to do whatever he said in situations like these, as normally he was thinking much faster than she was. She kicked her wings into gear, shooting in front of the three encroaching metal ponies and bringing their attention to her. She bumped one in the chest, sending it into the other two, before she whirled up high, just tempting them to follow her. Immediately two of them took flight, the jets igniting under both the brass unicorn and the false earth pony's hooves and sending them after her. The brass pegasus, meanwhile, turned its attention back to The Doctor, a dangerous glint of intelligence shining behind its dead eyes.

Derpy whirled around the room, flying upside down and in strange, twisting paths. It was wrecking havoc with the brass ponies' tracking systems, but not causing any problems for her. In fact, it was easier than it should have been, as she just released the usual restraint she held herself to when flying. Normally, to fly straight, she had to constantly direct and redirect her flight path, keeping in balance despite the odd readings given to her by her senses. Not doing all of that came as a bit of a relief, even if it was for a chase.

She looked behind her as she flew, smiling as spiraling smoke trails filled the ceiling of the tight space. The brass ponies couldn't hope to match her lilting motions, only succeeding in stiff zig-zags and, on more than one occasion, a hard collision with either the roof or each other. They were definitely distracted, only proving a danger to themselves in this state.

Keeping one eye on the air around her and the barest part of her attention on her flying, Derpy looked to see how The Doctor had dealt with the faux pegasus. He hadn't. Instead he was running around the room with the sonic screwdriver in his mouth, seemingly much more interested in it than his pursuit. It was closing in, its mechanical wings set into a frenzy as it pushed through the air to catch up to him, but he managed to, with the slightest of movements, slip away from each grab. His path was tricky, but eventually it took him wandering right to the broken pony at the control panel, much to the annoyance of The Master.

The brass pegasus seemed to be one step ahead of him, blocking off his path to the broken pony with an electrified hoof. The Doctor didn't even notice, running at it full pelt until, at the last second, he stopped, pointing his screwdriver towards the hoof and letting it whirr for just a moment.

A jet fired in the pegasus's hoof, sending the hoof straight into the back of the broken pony's head and knocking it to the ground in a sparking heap. The rocket kept firing, causing panicked whirs to fly from the brass pegasus as it spiraled across the room, completely unable to control itself. Its wings spread and flapped, trying to regain control, but it made little difference as it careened towards the far wall of the room. It whirred once more, energy piling up slowly on its body, then disappeared when it made contact with the wall, a brilliant flash of light, a puff of smoke, a loud crackle, and the smell of ozone signaling its exit from the room.

Satisfied with this turn of events, The Doctor turned to the false Ink Well, who was floating in the machine, the anarchic glow of energy around him seeming to calm as input ceased from the console. “Now then, let's have a chat, shall we? Just you and me.” The Doctor turned the sonic screwdriver towards the floating pony, activating it for a second. The image of Ink Well distorted, flickering and warping sickly before disappearing entirely, leaving The Master revealed.

“Derpy, go free Ink Well. Setting 38,” said The Doctor, tossing his sonic screwdriver high in the air. Derpy altered her pass, swooping low to catch it. She then seemed to wilt, falling through the air and causing the ponies chasing her to veer from their path to avoid colliding. A moment later she caught herself, aiming a salute at The Doctor before soaring towards the cages.

She stopped in front of Ink Well's prison, placing the sonic in her hoof and pointing it at the bars. It whirred at a few different pitches, jumping around as Derpy found the right setting. Eventually it hummed perfectly, and as it did, the bars slid up, opening just enough for Ink Well to walk out.

The moment the bars lifted, Ink Well leaped from the cage, latching onto Derpy and bringing both of them to the ground. When they landed, she looked at him, a nervous smile on her face and a giggle in her voice. “Ink Well, what are you doing?” Ink Well didn't speak, instead grabbing the sonic from her hoof, spinning around, and activating it. Immediately the cage slid shut, trapping within it the two brass ponies in a tangled lump where they'd crashed into the marble floor. She looked at them for a moment, a warmth running into her face. “Oh...”

Derpy looked from them to Ink Well, seeing him turn around, a happy smirk on his face. “Hey there Ditzy.” He offered a hoof up from the floor, helping lift her onto her own. “Sorry about that. Didn't really have time to warn you.”

Derpy flushed, a little annoyed at what had just transpired. “Can't I ever just save you for once?”

Ink Well looked stumped by the question. “What do you mean? If you hadn't shown up when you did, The Master would have gotten away, and without you, The Doctor would have been swarmed by brass ponies. You're a hero, Ditzy!”

Derpy tilted her head, thinking about what he said. “I am?” Sure, why not? It made a lot of sense, even if she was just helping out. Every little bit was important! She smiled brightly. “I guess I am!”

“Of course you are. Far more than I could ever be.” Derpy was about to correct Ink Well when a cough sounded from behind him, drawing both of their attentions to the still-caged Luna and Celestia. He shied away at that, rubbing a hoof to the back of his neck before turning back to face Derpy. “And the hero is always the one to save the Princesses, so you might want to get on that.” He stepped aside, walking up the stairs to The Doctor as Derpy got to work on the other two cages.

The Doctor lowered his steely gaze on The Master. “How did you escape the time war?”

The Master glared back, annoyance readily apparent on his features. “You again? A different universe and you still come to foil my plans? CAN I NEVER WIN?”

The Doctor's anger rose to a boil, barely contained beneath the surface. “Answer me. How did you escape?”

“Escape? That's old news, the same trick I used last time. But if you must know...” The Master smiled. “Say it.” The Doctor continued his death stare, only prompting a deeper smile from The Master as he shifted positions, leaning back and idly kicking a hoof through the air. “You aren't winning any awards here, Doctor. I've got all the time in the world, floating here. I've already passed a few decades, what's another few minutes? But you were always the impatient type. So, if you want answers, say it.”

After a moment of hesitation, The Doctor asked again. “How did you survive, Master?”

“Thank you.” The Master continued to smile at his old foe, still smug even though he was helpless. “Now then, Doctor, this is, what, the fourth time I've 'died?' I'm becoming rather good at this. I can't believe you're still surprised. And I must say, you do look rather good in beige.” He looked himself over, shaking his head. “I'm afraid blue just doesn't do me justice.”

“If you don't want to answer, fine. It doesn't matter.” The Doctor shook his head, though his determined eyes never fell from The Master's face. “It's just you and me now, Master. We are the last two time lords. We can still be peaceful about this.”

“What? Again? Didn't you learn enough from this last time? I even made a big scene and everything. I'm not going to...” His smile dropped, curiosity holding his gaze. “You... you don't know about the last time, do you?”

The Doctor's gaze held strong. “I don't care what happened in the past. You can come with me. We can go, right now, together, and-”

“How could you possibly think-? You can't honestly-!...” He looked into The Doctor's eyes, and from them extracted the truth. Immediately his curiosity was replaced with anger. “I can't believe this! I refuse to believe this! I will not be defeated by some unripe little Doctor playing 'Save the world!' After the foe you were once, this is just a cruel joke.” He waved a hoof violently at The Doctor, dismissing him. “Go on, go live your life back in the other world. And when you've caught up, then try to stop me. Until then...” The Master shifted again, leaning forward until he was face to face with The Doctor. “You aren't anywhere near my level.”

“Doctor! Look out!”

The Doctor turned like lightning, finding the broken pony reared up behind him, it's entire body crackling with energy. Before he could move it bore down on him, pouncing on his unsuspecting form as, behind him, The Master laughed wildly.

In slow motion he watched it descend at him, then pull away, replaced an instant later by a parchment colored body, then the ink-black mane soaring over him, a trail of electricity sparking in the air. The two connected ponies moved exceedingly slowly over the machine, the metal one colliding with a Tesla coil on top of the machine, flinging its assaulter over it.

The explosion rocked the room, followed by a discharge of energy as The Master disappeared in a flash, his machine exploding around him. Behind it all came the shattering of glass and a rush of wind, the void outside the window trying to claim the atmosphere held within.

And above all of the noises of destruction, two words pierced the room, uttered in fear by The Doctor's companion. “Ink Well!”

Lights twinkled brightly in the open sky, drifting across his vision as Ink Well slowly spun. Around him were shards of glass, spinning off into the darkness and blinking each time they caught the light from inside. The black sky with the pinpoints of light, contrasted with the surprisingly bright landscape below him, pockmarked as it was with dark craters, were a true sight to behold, like looking at the edge of a mirror: seeing at once the world you knew and its negative spreading out in opposite directions.

Unfortunately, Ink Well couldn't enjoy this for long, as his attention was drawn to his burning chest, where droplets of blood were boiling away in the lack of atmosphere. His jacked was singed from the explosion, the shirt beneath stained red around a large shard of searing brass embedded in his chest. Ink Well was sure that it should have hurt more, but his brain was a little fuzzy after the last few moments, working much slower than it wanted to.

He tried to breathe in, finding it impossible the instant his mouth opened, his saliva steaming off of his tongue. Again, he was sure he should be worried, but for some reason he felt unnervingly calm. Is this how it ends? Spiraling into space after saving The Doctor? Seems an anticlimax after all those promises inside... He shook his head, trying to clear it. No... I still have a promise to Rose to keep. I always keep my promises... He turned slowly, wincing as a very bright light appeared on the edge of his vision, bringing with it a burning heat. He placed a hoof over his eyes, shielding the majority of the light. With it dimmed, he could bear to look at it, a nearby sun, with a planet sitting nearby.

It was so small, just a little ball of green and blue silhouetted against the brightness behind it, and yet, somehow, it was instantly recognizable. It was Equestria, its moon orbiting peacefully, the planet itself turning happily in space. On the dark sides of both planet and moon, lights shone into space, cities lit up in the night, with ponies running their nighttime errands. Seeing his home so close, he could feel tears forming at the edge of his eyes, only to join his blood in bubbling away. It's... beautiful. This sight... Even better than the one I showed Rose. Everypony should be able to see this. So small, so lovely...

... so defenseless. As he looked at it again, fear sparked in his heart. Equestria was defenseless. They had no clue of the attack that had nearly happened, no clue that there were even such things as space travel or time travel, going about their lives like nothing could ever happen. They have to know, they have to prepare, to be able to protect themselves. And if they won't believe me, then I'll just have to protect them myself. Alongside the fear, determination rose through him, building and pushing everything to the side. For Rose, for Equestria, for everypony on that planet, I am making it back!

Ink Well's mind lit up like wildfire, and instantly his whole body was in tune. Pain sang from his lungs and the wound, his muscles ached, every part of his body started turning in claims for everything he'd done since he'd left that little ball of rock before him, yet he didn't care. He spread his wings, flapping once, ready to soar back inside and land beside The Doctor.

Except his wings pushed on nothing. He flapped again, harder, but still nothing happened. Try as he might, all he could do was slowly wiggle himself to face the broken window, all movement impossible in the void. And what was worse, his vision was starting to fade, the lack of air and his own exertion catching up to him. He scowled at the lit room so far away, willing it closer with everything he had. I am not ending here. The story will be told. Despite his determination, his vision continued to darken. Feebly he tried to swim his way to the window, but his legs would not respond. They were just too heavy to move...

As his vision finally faded, one last thought passed through his mind, sad compared to the resolve of before. I can see her now, coming back to the booth, noticing I'm not there... I can't leave her wondering... I've got to return to... Rose...

With that last thought he lost consciousness, though somewhere in his mind a faint tingling around his body registered.

Princess Celestia acted quickly, throwing a shield over the shattered glass and keeping the majority of the atmosphere within the room. As she did, her sister ran past her, bounding over the steps with the help of her majestic wings and landing on the far side of the destroyed machine. Precious seconds ticked away, each one counted in her head as Luna centered her magic, sending the bubble out through her sister's barrier. She had thirty seconds before he started having brain damage. Thirty seconds until her friend could be damaged beyond repair. She was already at twenty. The other ten had to count.

He was excruciatingly far, propelled quickly by the explosion, and such a small target on top of that, but Luna ignored the doubts. In five seconds she had his location pinpointed, two more and the bubble was nearly there. At the start of the third it enveloped his hoof, still so very far from where the protection was needed. She could feel it pulling him in, trying to make him safe...

Just as the last second ticked down, it swallowed his head, holding Ink Well in a shell of Luna's magic filled to the brim with the oxygen he so desperately needed. As she reeled him in, she smiled, blinking back the tear that had threatened to form at her eyes. “'Tis alright, Ink Well. Our blessing has always been upon you. Even so long after your death, by Our moon's light you will always be safe.”

A few seconds later Ink Well was brought through Celestia's golden barrier, gently placed upon the floor before the royal blue surrounding him dissipated. With his safe landing came a wave of relief, washing through everypony in the room and easing the tension that had filled the air.

However, one pony stood unchanged by the welcome turn of events, staring at the twisted remains of The Master's machine with a dark look on his face. He knew that presence, instantly recognizable, impossible to forget, and he could remember what it had felt like when it had died. That was not what he could feel now. No, The Master was still out there, somewhere... a chill ran through his heart. Such a blight on the universe would have to be taken care of immediately. He couldn't just-

“Doctor?” Derpy walked carefully up next to The Doctor, worry apparent, even though she was putting on a happy face. She could feel his anxiety, and even the safe rescue of Ink Well could do little to lessen the impact of The Doctor's worries. “Ink Well is alright, though Luna is personally tending to the wound in his chest, and the brass ponies seem to have shut down.”

The Doctor shook his head, forcing a smile and talking animatedly. “Did they now? Fantastic! That's one less trouble for the universe to deal with, always a good day. And nopony died! A red letter day indeed.”

Derpy watched him as he talked, his little glances towards the machine and the way he held himself reading like a book to her crossed eyes. “You don't think that's the last of him, do you?”

The Doctor stood for a moment more with his smile still plastered on, trying to keep up the act before dropping it all with a sigh. “No. The Master is tough. He's come back from far worse than a little explosion like that. I don't even think his meddling in the affairs of time will end, and look at all the damage it's already caused. He changed something in Ink Well today, made that pony be completely set in his ways, closing off half of the possible time lines. While it says wonders for the good of Equestria, think of the strain he's placed on poor Ink Well! I can't imagine a life like that...”

Derpy smiled, stifling a giggle as she watched The Doctor bluster. You put up a big front, acting all cool and collected, always the ageless, weary stallion trying to save everypony, but beneath it all you're just a big softie. Holding back another laugh from her thought, she looked over at Ink Well, bathed in the glow of Luna's magic and looking much better with the metal removed from his chest. “You know, I don't think that's actually such a bad thing. Looking back, I can't see Ink Well being anything but himself. Thinking of him ever not helping somepony just feels... wrong.” She walked over to The Doctor, giving him a sly smile. “Kind of like somepony else I know.”

The Doctor wasn't looking her way, leaving her smile to fade as he was distracted once more by the remains of the machine before him. His face grew dark once more. “The way he talked worries me. He seems to have more memories of me than I do of him...” He took a few steps towards the machine, hoof reaching for the spot on his collar where he kept his sonic, when he stopped, shaking his head. “No. Not now. Those are spoilers, and I will have nothing to do with them.”

Derpy held out the sonic screwdriver, grinning as The Doctor took it. She then looked over at the machine, one thought sticking in her mind and eating at her joy. “Say, Doctor, where do you think he ended up?”

The Doctor looked at the machine once more. “I don't know.” He turned to her, smiling a genuine smile as he did. “We'll just have to keep a lookout for him in future, won't we Derpy?”

She smiled back, nodding brightly. “Yup! And next time, we'll be ready.”

“Yes we will.” With that the pair walked from the machine, meeting with the others to take care of The Master's aftermath.

The Master struggled along the cobblestone alleyway, pain erupting in his forehead as he removed the shard of his invention from it. That meddlesome Doctor and his companions, throwing themselves away to save him. I hope every one of them- “Aargh!” burns!

The Master fell to the ground, feeling blood run down his face, only to be swept away by a familiar sensation. Like growth happening extremely quickly, or weeks of healing passing by in a few seconds, he felt the energy of regeneration taking root, and he wanted nothing of it. No! I will not lose my life so easily to him! He felt the glow begin to take over him, touching his fur all the way up and down his body. I will not leave yet. There is too much left for this body to do! I can't replace it with another already! The Master raised himself from the ground, growling with the effort as he fought the regeneration process. “This isn't over. This is not the last time he will encounter The Master.” Slowly he felt his determination winning out, the sensation of growth receding slowly from his body, instead coalescing on his forehead, right where the cut had been. “I will defeat him as I am, and he will pay for defying me!” Slowly the glow extended, reaching from his head in a thin cone. “I am The Master! I will not be ignored!” With one final burst the glow disappeared, the regeneration ending early. In it's place, upon his forehead, there was a blue horn, a gentle spiral running from tip to where it connected with his skull.

The Master ignored the new growth past registering its existence, shedding what remained of his tuxedo jacket and shirt, their tatters falling to the side in the Canterlot alley. Out of it stumbled a blue unicorn in a red bow tie, with a blonde mane, an hourglass cutiemark, and vengance on his mind. Barely paying attention to the streets beneath him, he stormed away from his arrival point, mind much more focused on the plots he was devising. So one plan failed. There are a million more to be had. And now, with this... thing on my head, I have access to so much more. Magic, I believe they keep referring to it as. Pff! Magic, as if something like that could- His train of thought was cut off as he ran into a passerby, and he rounded on it, ready to strike.

“Are you alright, mister?” His pupils dilated at what he saw. Before him was a young pegasus mare, with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, grey fur, bright yellow eyes, and bubbles on her flank. She looked at him curiously, concerned by his appearance and stumbling instead of angry that he'd run into her. “You don't look to well. Do you need a doctor?”

The Master felt ice run through his veins. It's her! She knows! I have just barely arrived, and already she- He calmed himself, letting his hearts return to beating as he studied her expression. No, she doesn't suspect a thing. She's just offering help. No need to be paranoid yet. “No, I'm alright. Just a little woozy. I don't think a doctor will help much, it was a Doctor that did it to me in the first place. Miss?”

The blonde mare looked confused for a moment, before recognizing the question tacked onto the end. She smiled and held out a hoof in greeting. “Ditzy Doo.”

The Master shook it, smiling politely, though inwardly he still raged. “Miss Ditzy.” Here she is, young, unaware, completely trusting of a perfect stranger. She will have to learn her lesson.

Ditzy's smile fell quickly, again replaced with concern. “Are you sure you are alright? I bumped into you fairly hard... Is there any way I can make up for it?”

The Master simply shook his head. “Oh, no, not at all.” You can make it up to me with your blood, interloper. If I had my way, I would destroy you for daring to help him. A cruel smile flashed across his face, replaced instantly by a much friendlier one. No, don't destroy. Use. “Well, there is one thing I can think of...” Ditzy tilted her head, curious at to what he could have to say. He glanced up at the sky, noting the position of the sun. “If you would give me the pleasure of your company at lunch, I think I may be able to look past our surprise meeting.”

Ditzy blushed, shaking her head politely. “Oh! But we just met! I couldn't possibly. Especially not after I just ran into you. It wouldn't be fair at all, Mr... Oh, I don't even know your name.”

The Master looked downtrodden. “Oh, alright. If that's the game you're going to play. Get a guy's hopes up and then bring them crashing down. I see how it is.” He turned around and slowly plodded away.

Ditzy's blush only intensified, now embarrassed for what she'd done to him. “Oh, no, I didn't mean...” She bit her lip, trotting nervously in place for a moment as she considered the options. She then ran around him, stopping him in his tracks. “Okay, we can do lunch, Mr...?”

The Master smiled, his outward expression much more joyous than the feeling he had beneath. “Master. Please, Ditzy, call me The Master.” He held out an arm, offering her to take it. “Shall we?”

“Alright, Master.” She placed her arm through his, and together they walked off, looking for a place to eat.

As they walked, The Master looked over to his new companion, holding back a laugh that was threatening to break free. Instead he merely smiled. Ditzy, you are a tool I shall enjoy breaking.

The shuddering and the ethereal groaning of the TaRDiS stopped, the entire machine silent as it came to a landing in Manehattan. Both Princesses had been returned to their proper places mere moments after they had been taken, though not before Luna finished using her magic to heal Ink Well. He'd be fine, though he was still weary, right down to his muscles, but that was something only a few days of good sleep would cure. He would get that soon enough, but at the moment he stood at the door of the TaRDiS, breathing in the city air with more than a hint of wonder. “So, it's still the opening, right? I'm back, like nothing happened?”

The Doctor just smiled at him. “Yes indeed. We're currently two blocks away from Trottington Grand, right when you left your seat. If you hurry, you might even catch the rest of the finale.”

“Fantastic...” Ink Well looked down the street, just taking it all in. I'm back, and I didn't miss a thing... But then a thought struck him, and he looked towards The Doctor, a sly smile on his face. “Wait? We're before I left? What if I run into myself and, say, warn myself not to follow you?”

The Doctor returned the grin, though there was a hint of seriousness to his voice. “It would cause a paradox and kill everypony here.” Ink Well looked shocked by the answer, which only caused The Doctor's grin to grow. “But I doubt you'd do that. I think you've had enough messing with time for the day.”

Ink Well nodded, taking a step outside the door. “Yeah, I'm done with it for quite a while, if you don't mind. I think I like my time linear.”

Ditzy shrugged. “I used to think like that too. Traveling with The Doctor is not for everypony.”

The Doctor looked at her, slightly offended. “Oh, come now. You like it.”

She smiled at him, bumping him playfully. “You bet I do.”

Ink Well watched their interplay, smiling, yet managing to look slightly forlorn. “So... I guess this is it, then.”

The Doctor's smile lost some of its edge, but it stayed genuine. “For now. But I'm sure we'll meet again someday.”

Ditzy nodded. “Yeah, probably real soon. There's a lot of fun stuff coming up.”

Ink Well chuckled. “Sure there is, and I'll get to it on the slow path. It has been a pleasure traveling with you, and, if it ever strikes your fancy, stop by anytime for a conversation. You've got quite the interesting lifestyle there, and I want to hear all about it. Though feel free to take a little while before visiting, alright?”

The Doctor nodded. “Alright. I must admit, It's been fun having you around, and if need be, I'd be more than willing to do it again.” He then gave a sidelong glance at Ditzy, who returned it with her own. She then nodded, prompting The Doctor to continue. “Who knows, we may even take you up on that offer for conversation, if we can find the time.”

The three all laughed at the joke, and when it had died, Ink Well felt the time was right. He bowed to the two ponies within the box. “Farewell! And have a safe flight.”

They both bowed back. “Enjoy your show Ink Well,” said The Doctor. Then the door swung shut, the beautiful blue wood of the TaRDiS exterior sealed with Ink Well outside. He looked at it for a moment thoughtfully, the smirked, shook his head, and started to walk away.

Just as he did, the wonderful noise sounded. It was one he'd only heard from inside the machine, and yet it was something that burned into the soul, a sound he would carry in his memory for a lifetime. He spun around, watching the light on top of the box glow and fade, getting dimmer each time, and with it, the box becoming less solid. For a moment he watched in awe, the he waved at the box as it slowly ceased to be. It wavered a few more times, its call getting quieter with each one, and then it was gone, just a whisper of a breeze and the distant echo of its song claiming it was ever there.

He stood for a while, just looking at where the TaRDiS had disappeared from, until an urgent thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. Enough about that! You've got a show to get to! Immediately he turned tail, running down the street. He could see the flashing lights of the theater, and could even make out a small crowd still trying to get inside. Wow, it's this popular at opening?Is it really that good? I don't think-

“Why hello there, Mr. Big Time Writer. What are you doing outside?” Ink Well was stopped in his tracks at the voice, turning to the street to see Shoeshine sitting on her carriage, a charming smile on her face even as she looked at him like he was full blown insane. He hopped down from the driver's seat, circling him with a playful air. “What, did you get tired of the fame and glory? And what happened to your tux?”

For the first time Ink Well noticed the state of his clothes. The jacket was threadbare, with rips and tears all over, culminating in the burning across the front, causing it to be held together by one flimsy button. Beneath it the white undershirt was clearly visible, with little burn and scorch marks across it as well, and with a large red blotch in the center of his chest. Somewhere he had lost his bow tie, and since he'd left his hat in the box, well... He looked a mess. Too tired to try to explain what had happened, he just gave her a weary smile. “A lot has happened tonight, not all of it pleasant.”

Shoeshine smirked back. “I guess not. Apparently Bridleway shows are rough.”

Ink Well just waved the comment away, noting as he did that the carriage was sitting empty, not hooked up to anypony. “Where are the others? Were you just sitting out here alone?”

Shoeshine nodded. “Yeah. Somepony had to keep an eye on the cart, and I figured I'd let the boys get the time off.” She then looked over to the theater entrance, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “Besides, this close to the theater, I can almost hear the music. It's almost like I'm there.”

Ink Well looked over at the theater, then back to Shoeshine, a frown forming on his face. She should've been allowed in. She'd wanted to be there more than he did when they arrived. It wasn't right that she couldn't go in. He pondered that thought for a moment, and as he did, he stuck his hoof into his jacket pocket, pulling out his notebook. Well, maybe I can at least give her an interesting tale or something to keep her occupied. “Hey, Shoeshine, I know it's not much, but I think...” Ink Well flipped open the front cover of the notebook, about to move onto a story when something caught his eye. His frown immediately broke into a smile as he continued his sentence. “...I might be able to get you in.”

Shoeshine dropped her dreaming, looking at him hopefully. “What? Really? You could do that?”

Ink Well held up his hooves, trying to calm her down. “I might be able to. I'm not sure how high we can get our hopes, but, in the confusion of my arrival, they missed one very important detail.” He pulled out what he had seen, two tickets to the premiere of Night's Wrath “They never took my ticket.”

Shoeshine gasped in excitement, grabbing the ticket in her hoof and pulling him into a big hug. “Oh my goodness! I can't believe I can actually go inside to see the show!”

Sorely, Ink Well pried her off of him, again calming her down. “Hold on there. I don't know how well the bouncer will take to this. He might not be too keen on letting either of us in. Let me do the talking.” Seeing the disbelieving look he was getting from Shoeshine, he returned it with a serious one. “Hey, I wrote the play. Even looking like this, that has to go for something. And when I was a journalist I got into a lot nicer than this without a ticket.” He turned around, aiming for the door. “This should be a cakewalk.”

Ink Well set off down the road, Shoeshine in tow, until they came to the small crowd around the door. There were about two dozen ponies in various attire standing behind velvet ropes, all wanting to get a glimpse of the theater within. Ink Well just pushed past them all, stepping under the velvet rope and walking to the door as though he owned the place, immediately catching the bouncer's attention. “Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?”

Ink Well pulled himself up to full height, a good head shorter than the burly stallion at the door, but looked him in the eye anyway. “I am here to attend the opening of my show. Now let me through.”

The bouncer was unimpressed. “Look, even if that were true, and it's not, it isn't going to happen, pal. Get back behind the rope. And while you're at it, find a tailor. You're messing up the place.”

Ink Well huffed, turning around and stomping, seemingly flustered. As he did, he signaled Shoeshine over. “Oh! You don't believe me? I've got my ticket right here, as does my plus one!” He waved the ticket in the bouncer's face, making sure he saw that it was the genuine article.

The bouncer's eyebrow raised, but he still managed to show no emotion. “Sorry bud, ticket or not, I-”

It was then that Shoeshine walked up, looking worried and on the verge of tears. “Ink Well, honey, is something the matter? Are they not going to let us in?”

Ink Well was taken back by her little bit of ad libbing, but ran with it. It made for a much more convincing story. “No, he doesn't think I'm actually Ink Well. I guess the cutie mark, the mane, the fur, and the tickets just don't cut it anymore!”

The bouncer was much less certain than he had been, but still held to the line he'd been told. “You can't be Ink Well. Ink Well came in with his plus one right before the show started, and-”

Ink Well raged, having far more fun acting the part than he should have. “WHAT?! You let another pony into the theater under my name? Did you even THINK to check for a ticket, ask for identification, anything? I can't believe you'd do such a thing!”

“I wasn't the one on duty when it happened, so-”

Shoeshine's voice grew weepy, as though it were on the verge of crying. “After that horrible carriage accident and walking all the way here, running just to make the opening... I knew we were late, but this is just... just...” She sat down, looking on the edge of a breakdown.

Ink Well walked over to her, patting her on the back. “There there, darling. It will be alright.” He turned on the bouncer, giving him an evil glare. “Look at what you did! How could you do this to her?”

The bouncer took a few nervous steps back, clearly on the back foot. A rowdy crowd was one thing, but a weeping mare wasn't in his job description. “I-I didn't mean to-”

That was the time to strike. “You know what? If you still don't think we're who we are, get Marquee out here. Right now! She'll recognize me, and then we'll see who's in the wrong.” Ink Well bluffed, playing the strongest card he had. He knew that if Marquee came out, he'd get back in, but Shoeshine definitely wouldn't. He just had to hope the bouncer wouldn't call it.

The bouncer looked between the pair of ponies before him and the crowd around him, all of them scowling as he beat up on this poor pair of ponies. He even made one of them cry! Trying to save face, he gave in. “Alright, alright, I'll take your tickets and you can go in. Just, please, stop making a scene.”

Ink Well and Shoeshine both gave him the tickets, Ink Well walking through in a huff, a barely consolable Shoeshine under his wing. As the doors closed and they entered the front of the house to the thunderous music of the finale, both of them looked around. When they were sure they weren't being watched, in unison they burst out laughing, almost rolling on the floor and hardly able to breathe. When they finally calmed down, Shoeshine was the first to speak. “That was amazing! Did you see the look on his face?”

Ink Well wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, geez, I thought I was going to lose it when you called me honey. The crying was a nice touch. And the carriage crash? How'd you think that one up?”

Shoeshine smiled brightly at him. “Something had to explain your outfit. I'm just glad he didn't take a good look at mine.” She took a step back, giving Ink Well an odd look. “How did you do that so convincingly? Are you an actor?”

Ink Well gave her one right back. “I'd almost have to ask you the same thing. But no. My dad was, and he gave me lessens before I moved out. Best thing I ever learned, after writing, of course. How about you?”

Shoeshine waved the thought away. “Oh, I always dreamed, but I just can't get an agent in this town. Had to do something to keep myself afloat.”

“Hey, after that performance, I'm surprised you aren't on stage now.” He turned to the main doors to the house, listening as the finale crescendoed towards the end. “Speaking of which, if you want a seat, I think there were a couple in back at ground level. You'd better hurry in.”

Shoeshine jumped in place, as though she'd just remembered something important. “Oh! Right!” She started to run towards the doors, but stopped, turning back to Ink Well and bowing her head gratefully. “Hey, Ink Well. Thank you so much for this. I don't know how I'll ever repay you.”

“Don't worry about it. You just enjoy yourself.” He then motioned for her to go, watching her run inside with a smile. After a few moments, he caught himself. “You better head back too. Don't want to be seen like this-” The final chord of the finale hit, followed by thunderous applause. Ink Well sighed, defeated by his own timing. “-when intermission starts.”

Not a second later the house flooded open, hundreds of elegantly dressed ponies pouring from every door, leaving Ink Well slightly stuck for what to do. It was far too late to hide, and even now he was already starting to gather a crowd of curious and slightly disgusted onlookers, wondering what he could possibly be doing looking like that. Under all of the stares and murmurs his mind shut down, causing him to do little more than wave and smile weakly at the ponies around him. “Um... hi...”

Luckily, he was saved moments later by an angel, a vision in ivy green, who ran to his side, shielding him from the view of most of the ponies around them. “Are you alright? What happened to you? One minute you're in the box waiting, and the next you look like you've been hit by lightning!” Ink Well looked at Rose's face, made up beautifully with so little done to it, her deep eyes, shining at him with a worry born of love, and it was all he could do not to start crying. It was, by far, the most stunning sight he'd seen, surpassing space, the alien planet, the crystal tree, her wings... all of it. Fighting to keep the tears at bay, he threw his forehooves around her, nuzzling into her mane. She was surprised by the gesture, though she returned it warmly, wrapping her own hoof around him. “Inky?”

He pulled his face from her mane, but kept her close, whispering into her ear. “I've never been better, Rose.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek, wanting to do more, but once more wary of the eyes on him. “I missed you so much...”

Rose pulled away slightly, looking at him, confused by his words. “Where did you go?”

Before he could even hope to begin, the moment was broken by a jade green bouffant that burst its way between the couple. “Ink Well! What in the hay do you think you're doing? Standing out here looking like you just came through Tartarus, having fun with your little lovebird right in front of everypony. What was all of that you said earlier about not making a scene?” Marquee actually pushed Ink Well and Rose apart, much to Ink Well's dismay, before stepping right in front of him, her gaudy lime eyeshadow inches from his face. “I don't know how they do things in Ponyville, mister, but we have class out here in Manehattan. Why, if you do just one more thing like this, I personally swear that you will never work in this town again, you hear me? I mean, really, how could you think that-”

“Marquee, shut up.” The entire room fell silent, even those far in the back who could not possibly have heard Rose's outburst. But most shocked of all was Marquee, stuck mid-thought with her mouth half open. “Ink Well had obviously just been through something rough, and the first thing you do is badger him?” Rose took a position between Ink Well and Marquee, backing her up into the crowd around them. “This is the opening of his show, a wonderful evening for him to enjoy how he wanted, and all you've done is made him uncomfortable.” Marquee was about to say something, and Rose just cut her off. “No, not literally. All of this attention, the fancy train car, the high class carriage, the fancy suite at the hotel, it's all brilliant, and all much more than Ink Well ever wanted.

I know he asked for you to minimize it all, I was there when he wrote some of the letters, and I don't appreciate that you didn't listen.” Rose stopped when Marquee bumped into a pony in the front row of onlookers, choosing to lean over the trapped silver unicorn. “Now, Ink Well is going to fully enjoy this evening, and you nor anypony else is going to stop him, got it?” Marquee was trying to occupy a space far too small for her, and her dress and tail were getting crushed as she tried to make herself even smaller. At the end of Rose's rant, Marquee held up her hoof timidly. “What?”

In a tiny voice, Marquee asked, “Will he still make the after show speech?”

Rose looked over at Ink Well, who pulled himself out of his own shock long enough to nod. Rose then turned back to Marquee. “Yes, he'll still do the speech.”

Marquee's voice remained tiny. “Okay. That's all I wanted. Thank you.”

Rose smiled. “Of course.” With that she turned back to Ink Well, flicking her hair once to fix an errant strand and causing it to set immaculately back on her head. “Inky, you may want to head over to the bathroom and wash up. And don't let Rarity see what happened to the suit she made. I think she might-” An airy gasp came from the crowd, followed by a thump. Rose sighed. “-faint.” She turned around, seeing that the crowd's attention had moved from them to the flustered pony in the back, and nudged him on his way. “Now's your best chance. I'll see what I can do to calm them down.”

Before he could say anything to her she had waded back into the crowd, trying to disperse them and set them mingling again as she made her way over to Rarity. Ink Well, on the other hoof, walked into the bathroom, glad to see it completely empty despite the fact that it was intermission. He must have really been quite the scene...

He shook his head, walking over to the mirror and looking at himself properly. Immediately frightened by what he saw, he decided instead to list the damage. He had huge bags under his eyes, which were red from a lack of good sleep after far more time awake than he's have liked for one day, his mane was a mess, his wings needed a good preening, the jacket was a complete write off, practically falling off of his body, his fur was sticking out at odd angles, he had soot and dirt everywhere, most prominently on his cheek... combined with the scarring on his hooves from the fire, which normally were just a dark accent, but in his current state looked like the aftermath of an explosion, he wasn't going to win any beauty awards any time soon. Sighing, he took his notebook and pen from his pocket, then removed the jacket and shirt beneath, setting all of it aside.

He turned back to the mirror, and there he saw his last souvenir of the night, a permanent reminder of what had happened. In the center of his chest sat a large, thin scar right where the piece of metal had imbedded itself. Princess Luna had done her best to heal him, that much he knew, but she could do nothing about that, try as she might. And, really, he was okay with it. He would never forget anything that happened on the trip;The Doctor and Ditzy, the space flight, the way he was treated so kindly by all of those alicorns, the lunar pony, the changeling, the brass ponies... the book he apparently was going to write, that list of titles The Master said were some day going to be his, like he was some vastly important pony...

The sight of Equestria, spinning in the dark, so small and so alone in this big universe, and the vow he made to protect it. All the times he had wished for Rose, and the time he helped her without her even knowing. The flower from the crystal tree she'd never get to see, and all the stories she'd never believe... It was all fresh in his mind now, but some day it would fade. Go fuzzy at the edges. End up a legend like so many other tales in this world. Except, now he had a reminder every time he looked in a mirror. In a way, he was glad Luna's healing spell hadn't been completely successful. It was a key to a treasure chest of memories, one he could never, ever lose.

Looking in the mirror now, he winced, mostly at the dried blood mixing with the rest of his problems. He had to fix that, and fast. How long had he even spent reminiscing, there? No matter. He turned on the water faucet, splashing some over his face and mane before gently washing off the dirt and blood and working out the odder spots. He preened, he primped, the entire time glad that he seemed to be alone in the bathroom, nopony entering at all. He didn't even want to think what one of them would do catching him cleaning up in a public restroom. It would probably be some huge scandal or something.

Letting that thought go, he splashed water on his face once more, waking himself up for the second half of the show. That complete, he reached for his tattered jacket, ready to make the best of it, when he noticed something wrong. His ripped jacket had been replaced with its match, brand new, like it had been that morning. Sitting next to it was his notebook and pen where he left them, but on top of his notebook were two new objects: a note and a crystal rose, gleaming in the light. Ink Well picked up the crystal rose carefully, wondering where it could have come from, before reading the note for answers.

'I saw the state of your clothes when you left, and that didn't seem the right look for an opening, so I got you a replacement. It should be fine so long as you don't let it come in contact with your old coat, but just to be safe, I took that with me. Also, I seem to recall you finding this flower nice. Maybe you could stick it in your lapel, or maybe you have something else in mind. Either way, enjoy your night. You earned it. -The Doctor'

Just as he finished the note, the bathroom door opened and shut, causing him to start and drop the note. He spun around, but there was nopony there. Whoever it was had just exited, not entered... but there'd been nopony in there... Confused, he reached for the note again, which sat upside down on the ground. He picked it up, flipping it over to find something strange on the other side. The wording had changed, even the writing different.

'Oh, and just a little something for a good friend, you should hold onto this piece of paper. It's a bit psychic, and can get you out of a real bind. You would not believe the pleading I had to do to get The Doctor to do this, so make good use of it, alright? I'll see you soon! -Ditzy Doo.'

Ink Well read the note twice more, sure he had to be reading it wrong. When the wording didn't change, he just shook his head, slowly. “No...” He smiled. “He didn't...” He flipped it over again, finding something new on the back.

'P.S: Yes, this paper really is psychic. Derpy trusts you, so don't abuse it. -Dr.

P.P.S: Go get her Ink Well! -D.D.'

Grinning ear to ear, Ink Well put on his new jacket, marveling that it fit perfectly, just like the old one. He then folded the psychic paper and put it in his notebook, then pocketed everything, including the crystal flower, though he kept that separate and was as gentle as could be with it. He had something special in mind for that, and wouldn't lose a second chance to clumsiness.

Ready to face the public once more, Ink Well made his way out of the bathroom to find the public rather relaxed. Everypony in the room was abuzz about the show, and were having a wonderful time, even with the drama that started intermission. Smiling, Ink Well walked amongst them, greeting and being polite. After a minute or so of that, the lights in the the room flickered, signaling everypony back to their seats for act two.

Ink Well looked around awkwardly, not really wanting to set off for the viewing box alone. As he searched the moving crowd, a voice came up behind him. “Hey, Inky, you look fabulous! But you forgot one thing.” He turned around, just in time to have his top hat placed upon his head, set in place perfectly by Rose. She then took a step back, smiling at him. “You look quite dashing, Ink Well.”

He smiled back. “And you still look stunning, Rose.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”

She accepted, slipping her arm through his. “We shall.” As they walked up the stairs behind the other stragglers to return, Rose turned to look at him, curiosity in her eyes. “Say, where did you get a new jacket? I thought Rarity only made the one.”

Ink Well nodded. “She did. This one was a gift.”

Rose's curiosity just grew. “A gift huh? From who?”

Ink Well shook his head. “I'll tell you, but not right now. It's a long story, and it would only clash with the one on stage.” He walked up to the curtain, opening it for his mare. “And, like you said, it's the show's opening. I think it deserves your attention right now.”

Rose rolled her eyes, walking into the viewing box. “Oh, alright. But don't think you've gotten out of answering.”

Ink Well shook his head. “I wouldn't dream of it.”

In the house the lights dimmed, the music from the orchestra beginning sharply and demanding the attention of all in the building. And it had it, except for one pony. He would enjoy the show, but for the entr' acte, he just nuzzled up against his Rose, happy beyond belief to finally be home.

Curtain Call

As the last notes of the finale resonated through the theater and the curtain began to fall, they were met with thunderous applause from every last pony in the building. The whole house was standing, pounding their hooves against the floor, as clapping them together just was not loud enough to prove their enjoyment. When the crest of the applause had passed, the music for the bows began and the curtains rose once more.

One by one the actresses entered the stage, coming in reverse order of size of role. First were the background ponies, then the dancers, and then the minor roles, each group being met with progressively stronger applause. It came in waves, each one crashing down in time with their bow and threatening to drown out even the orchestra. And thanks to his position so near the stage, Ink Well felt each the adoration crashing on him as well. He'd regretted the seats more for the second act than he had for the first, as some of the magic was lost when you could see the tech ponies standing in the wings, but being able to see the crowd so clearly as the unbridled joy ran rampant on their faces nearly made it worth it. They were cheering, every single pony in the audience, including both of the Princesses. And they weren't just praising the actors, but the whole of the group who made it possible. When the actresses who portrayed the Princesses stepped out, signaling the cross from minor to supporting roles, and took their bows, the clapping doubled, cheers and whistles raising throughout the house even for parts as small as them.

Ink Well was floored. This was truly amazing, far more than anything he could ever have expected. They actually liked his work. In fact, if the continually rising cheers for each of the stage Elements of Harmony were anything to go by, they adored it! It was exhilarating, much better than anything he'd experienced before at perking up his tired body. And then, as the final two solo bows were given, the house exploded. A deafening roar went up for both the part of Twilight Sparkle and, in a swirl of blue smoke, Nightmare Moon, threatening to tear the very roof from the building with its intensity. Then the entire cast bowed in unison, faces beaming, completely unable to handle all of the support and love they were receiving. Ink Well's face matched theirs as one thought ran through his mind. A standing ovation? They liked it! They actually liked it!

After five bows passed the rain of applause was not letting up, but the curtains did decide to fall, shielding the actors with their cloud-faced folds from the unending torrent of love. Even almost a full minute later, when the bow music ended and the house lights rose, there was still a smattering of clapping ponies amongst the seats. It was then that Ink Well was finally able to tear his gaze away, turning to see his companion beaming at him, grabbing him in a huge hug. “Ink Well, that was amazing! Your show is wonderful!”

Ink Well returned the hug warmly, though he couldn't fully agree with the sentiment. “Oh, it was hardly my show anymore. The actors did all of the hard work, and with Blues' music and Blockwright's directing I barely did anything at all.”

Rose pulled away from him, a playful frown on her face. “Oh, take the compliment for once! You wrote the script, did the interviews with everypony to make things accurate, flew out here every time somepony wanted to add something or wanted some extra character work... You put more work into this than any two ponies on that list you just gave me combined. And though you keep deflecting it, I saw the smile on your face when the applause came rolling in.” She tapped him on the nose. “Admit it. You think you did a good job too.”

Ink Well rubbed a hoof against the back of his mane, watching the ponies file out of the house. “Honestly, I think I could have done better...” he saw Rose's frown beginning to slide from playful and shrugged, smiling, “but the audience enjoyed it, so who am I to throw a sour light on it?”

Rose shook her head, sighing dramatically before saying “Close enough.” She then smiled, nodding towards the curtains that led from their box. “Come on, we've got an after party to attend. Your fans are waiting.” Before he could answer, Rose walked out, leaving Ink Well to follow.

The two of them walked down the short hallway to the stairs to the main area in silence, Rose smiling away, but Ink Well in silent dread. Even with the boost of energy from the applause, he was tired, and the last thing a pony like him really wanted was to have to mingle with other ponies. Inwardly he hoped it would at least be a quiet affair, maybe just the musicians, the actors, and the VIPs, with the rest leaving or being led out. That seemed like a thing Marquee might do. Then he could at least enjoy his success in relative peace.

His dream of a quiet affair was dashed upon reaching the top of the stairs, where his arrival was met with a cheer rising up from hundreds of ponies. The sight left him awe struck. It was one thing to hear the applause in a theater, or to see all of them lined up in rows of seats, but when they were all packed into the front of the house, there seemed to be so much more. And all eyes were on him.

From a small raised platform in the center of the crowd, Marquee gestured to Ink Well with one hoof, a microphone floating before her and amplifying her voice for all to hear. “There he is! The stallion of the hour, the playwright himself, Ink Well!” Another cheer went up for him, this one causing him to blush. I don't know about this... I'm not sure I want to speak in front of quite this many- Marquee waved him down, an expectant and slightly strained smile on her face. “Come, Ink Well! Give us a speech!”

“Ooh! Yeah!” called Pinkie Pie from within her circle of friends, all of whom held a prominent position near the front of the stage. She bounced into the air repeatedly, each hop punctuated by the word “Speech!” until it became a chant picked up by the whole of the crowd.

It was slightly surreal, seeing all of those elegantly dressed ponies chanting like a group of foals on a playground egging another one on, but it had the intended effect. Even if he wanted to, Ink Well couldn't possibly sneak away from this one. He looked back at Rose, who just shook her head at him. “You promised.”

He hung his head in defeat. “Yeah... I did.” He slowly walked down the stairs, almost wincing as the muscles in his legs ached with each step. Somehow he didn't think anypony would go for 'I've just spent about a day awake in the span of intermission and could really use a nap' as an excuse, though, so when he reached the bottom of the stairs he just kept working his way to the stage. He could see ponies trying to clear a path for him, but there were just so many that they had nowhere to go. And the oddest part was that they were apologizing to him, as though they were in his way instead of him pushing through them. All this respect and attention... I think I liked it better when nopony knew about my work.

After what seemed like ages Ink Well finally arrived at the raised platform, walking over to Marquee and accepting the offered microphone, curling a wing around it to hold it steady. He looked over the sea of expectant faces, and turned around to see even more behind him. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, all on him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned back around, scanning the crowd for a kind face to latch on to. It was then that he found Princess Celestia, surrounded by the Elements of Harmony, regal as ever, and watching as intently as the rest, and his heart froze up. The Princess is waiting. Say something. He tried to speak, but nothing came out, just causing him to feel even more foalish.

After another moment of heavy silence, he just stopped, breathing deeply and letting his mind run. Ink Well, it's just the Princess. You were speaking to her just fine a few hours ago. In fact, today, you have traveled through time, spoken with three separate alicorns, stood on an alien planet, ran from brass ponies, walked through The Battle of Ponyville again, saved Equestria from some terrible warmongering future, been sucked into the vacuum of space, and opened a fabulously popular show on Bridleway. You're tired, you've been through a lot, but compared to all of that, what's talking to a few hundred ponies?

Sure, it wasn't the most inspired speech, but somehow it motivated Ink Well's weary, fearful mind, and he was able to start his speech. “Hello everypony. First off, I want to thank all of you for coming out here this evening and enjoying the show. Your applause was more than I ever could have hoped for.” A small round of applause went up through the audience, and Ink Well used it to gather his thoughts more. “Second, I would like to thank the actors, who did a stellar job with everything I threw at them, taking it all to a level I couldn't have dreamed of when putting pen to paper.” Another round of applause went to them, and the few who were in the crowd waved, accepting it. When it was done, Ink Well continued. “Next, I would like to thank Blockwright for his stunning directing, Blues for his amazing score, Perfect Pitch for his musical direction, and Marquee for being a wonderful producer. All of you put in so much work on the project, making what I did seem pale by comparison. Without you, none of this would be possible.” They got applause too, though a few voices were denouncing Ink Well's statement trivializing his part. He just ignored it, turning to the group he'd spotted earlier.

“However, even more important than the group who made the fake look so good, I need to thank those who actually did what I wrote about. Thank you Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity, for saving us all from Nightmare Moon and being so willing to tell me the story, even though you weren't sold on the idea when I first brought it up. And I would also like to thank our regents, both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, for responding to my letters, questions, and interviews and allowing me to portray the events as I did. Your tale is inspiring to us all, and I am honored that your would let me be the one to write it down.” This was met with another round of applause, centered around the ponies in question, each of whom bowed to the crowd and accepted it politely, apart from Rainbow Dash, who flew above them and signaled for more applause when it was dying down, and Fluttershy, who hid behind her friends, only waving timidly with much prompting from the others.

When he felt the attention of the room fall on him once more, he turned around, seeing Rose on the stairs where he had left her, watching with a calm smile on her face. Seeing that, he smiled as well, all doubt leaving his mind. “There is one more pony that I need to thank. One pony who has helped me every step of the way, who has been nothing but supportive when I needed it most, and without whom I would not be here today. And that pony is Roseluck.” He stuck a hoof out towards her, sending the attentions of the crowd to her and bringing a blush to her face as she waved at them. Feeling his heart warm at the sight, he continued. “Rose, please come down to the stage.” She looked at him with confusion, and he just smiled back, calling her over with a hoof. She started down the stairs, making her way through the crowd, and to cover her movements, Ink Well kept talking.

“Just about a year ago I showed up to Rose's house a bloody wreck after an attempt on my life. Now, I won't go into details about all of that, as this is not the place for something like that, suffice it to say those were dark and interesting days. At the time, I had met Rose only a couple of times, just talking for a little while each visit. Even so, she took me in in my time of need, keeping me cared for and bringing me out of the dark place I was in. During my entire recovery she was there for me, helping when I needed it, standing aside when I needed to do something on my own, and offering me her home to stay in after I barged in so rudely. Even once I was well and writing again, she put up with everything so well: not complaining when I wrote through the night and slept through the day, making sure I was eating even when I was too lost to the words, accepting all of my quirks and the mess I made of her workspace, simply taking it all in stride.” Rose reached the platform at that point, and Ink Well waved her over to him, placing his other hoof in his pocket. There it ran over the edge of the crystal flower. He could picture the tree still, the scent wafting from it and filling the whole room. His first thought then had been for Rose. Even thousands of years apart, he'd still thought of her.

When Rose got next to him, he continued speaking, leaving her to look at the crowd and smile nervously at the attention. “Rose was even a perfect angel when this play made its way to Bridleway, completely fine with every time I had to pick up and fly to Manehattan, even when it conflicted with plans we had already made. She didn't once complain as the show stole more and more time, until I was almost spending more time here than I was at home. She kept it all quiet, knowing that this was important to me. She even pointed it out to me when I refused to see it myself. She only said a word against it once during the whole process, and that was on the train here tonight. And on that train, I promised that we would spend more time together. I promise it again here in front of all of you, not because I need witnesses, but because I want to spend as much time with her as I can.”

With the crowd silent in rapt attention, Ink Well turned to Rose, kneeling down in front of her. Rose turned in confusion when she heard his words and saw him move, a confusion that only deepened when she saw the sight before her. “Rose, you mean the world to me, and there is not a single day I would not want to spend by your side.” She seemed to recognize what was coming before the words were said, beginning to blush as her breath joined the one held collectively by Ink Well and the entire audience. In that expectant silence, Ink Well pulled the crystal rose from his pocket, offering it to her with his wing. “Rose, will you marry me?”

The entire crowd watched in fascination as Rose looked from the flower to Ink Well, tears forming in her eyes as she brought a hoof to her mouth, determined not to cry. A second later she took her hoof away, and, losing the battle to cry, threw her hooves around Ink Well's neck in a deep hug. Ink Well just barely managed to position the microphone in time to catch her response. “Oh, Ink Well, yes!” She then brought her lips against his, kissing him deeply in front of the entire crowd.

The audience cheered for the newly engaged couple, but the two didn't care as Ink Well dropped the mic, wrapping his wings around Rose and deepening the kiss further. This was bliss, embracing her, locked together, just the two of them. With her this close, he could do anything, and he would do anything to get back to her should they be forced apart. He'd already proven that. To pledge the rest of his life to her only seemed right.

Only when the two of them were nearly out of breath did they come out of the kiss, seeming to only then notice the many eyes watching them. Rose leaned in close to him, whispering slyly in his ear. “For somepony so eager to avoid attention, you sure know how to draw a lot.”

Ink Well just smiled. “Most things I don't need everypony knowing about, but that? That I wanted the world to see.” Ink Well then took a step back, taking the crystal rose and sliding it behind Rose's ear, its beauty just adding to hers, a little touch that made her entire outfit perfect. “I love you Rose, and I want everypony to know it.” They kissed again, then walked from the stage, letting Marquee get back to what remained of her pre-party announcements. Though as he walked off, Ink Well thought of one pony he'd forgotten in his announcements. With a twinge of guilt he spared a thought from the mare at his side, sending it out as far as he could. Thank you, Doctor. Wherever you are.

Seventy five years in the future, in the house of the same theater, a scream echoed throughout the room as Spotlight cowered before a cloaked figure. It brought it's hoof high, a blade sticking from the end of it, and readied for the death blow. A moment later the scream was abruptly silenced, cut off by the hoof that dropped down onto Spotlight's head.

“Oh, quit yelling, will you? I've already stopped him,” said a beige pony with chestnut hair, one hoof in the actor's mouth and one holding up a sonic screwdriver, which whirred happily at the cloaked form standing above them. It remained motionless, its blade stopped just centimeters above the actor's head, seemingly stuck in his mane. A few jet black hairs fell from his head, and he watched them fall, shaking where he sat. The beige pony didn't seem to pay any attention to him, looking over his shoulder, slightly confused. “Derpy, are you sure this is the one that jumped? I don't remember any of them having a cloak.”

The grey pegasus he talked to was on the stage, staring intently at the script left abandoned at the floor. At the sound of her friend's voice, she looked up, reminded of what was going on. “Oh? I only remember the one disappearing from the battle after you shot it towards the wall. Isn't this one it?”

The beige pony looked closely at the form before him, pulling away the cloak to reveal an earth pony made entirely of brass, locked in position by whatever he'd done to it. After a moment he shook his head. “No, I could have sworn it was a pegasus. Are we sure we missed anything? Is the TaRDiS reading any more signals?”

Derpy's attention had returned to the script, but she pulled it away once more, looking to a small box that hung around her neck. “Nope, there's not a single active signal from the brass ponies. If this isn't it, then it must have been taken care of.”

The beige pony looked slightly confused, scratching his head with the screwdriver. “Huh. Oh well, I suppose there's not a lot we can do about that.” He looked to his companion again only to find her once more engrossed in the script beneath her. “What've you got there?”

Derpy shook her head, looking a little closer at the page beneath her. “I dunno. I think it's something about Ink Well, but I can't quite make it out...”

Spotlight, befuddled by the events before him but infinitely grateful of the intervention of these two ponies, decided to try to alleviate their confusion. “Iphs a fwipt!”

The beige pony removed his hoof from the actor's mouth. “Beg pardon?”

“It's a script! It's about somepony called Ink Well fighting somepony called Viper. It's supposed to be for the fiftieth anniversary of the Alliance.” Spotlight pushed himself up from where he was cowering in the chair, taking a heroic pose. “And I am playing the lead.”

“Oh. That's nice,” said the beige pony as he walked up to the stage, joining his companion in reading the script.

Spotlight just stared at the two incredulously. How dare they ignore him? He cleared his throat loudly, striking his pose once more. When they didn't react at all, he drooped a little, glaring at them. “Hey! You two. Don't you know who you're talking to? I'm Spotlight, best pegasus to hit the stage in a hundred years. You better show me some respect.”

The beige pony shook his head, ignoring the pontificating actor. “Oh, no, this won't do at all. This doesn't sound a word like him, does it Derpy?”

Derpy shook her head as well. “Not at all. He's not going to like it, is he Doctor?”

The Doctor looked disappointedly at the pages, flipping through them rapidly and talking sidelong at his friend. “No, he's not. It's a shame too, he was going to show up unannounced and make a splash at the opening, but he might walk out at this. It's too bad nopony could ever quite capture truth like he could.”

Fuming, Spotlight leaped into the air, flying onto the stage with a double corkscrew to snatch the book from between them before landing on one hoof. Maybe that little display would get their attention. They'd regret the day they ignored Spotlight.

The Doctor walked calmly up to him, placing a hoof gently on Spotlight's back leg. In an instant Spotlight lost his balance, crashing to the floor. The Doctor just shook his head. “I may not be able to do anything about the script, but I can do something about you. Ink Well was a brave pony, never one to give out that high-pitched yelp you made a few minutes ago, and while he did a lot of amazing things and got recognition for all of it, he is most noted for the fact that he never once got a swelled head. Despite everything he accomplished, he always felt he could have done a little bit more, always looked back on what he could have fixed, and strove to do better the next time than he did the last.

But that's motivation, what you should take to heart and incorporate into your character if you want him to seem real. If you want to know who Ink Well actually is, it's as easy as this: Ink Well is the Arbiter.” Realization dawned on Spotlight, who looked confused at the possibility. “No, really, that ancient stallion, the one who keeps the two nations in check and keeps the Alliance strong, that's Ink Well. And, in celebration of both the fiftieth year of the Alliance and the fiftieth year of his term as Arbiter, he is coming to see your performance.”

Spotlight felt those words sink in. “Ink Well, the one I'm acting as, is the Arbiter, and is coming to see my show?”

“With both Princesses, yes. And if they see the way you currently portray him, none of them are going to be happy. Understand?” Spotlight's pupils shrank, and he just nodded slowly. The Doctor smiled. “Fantastic!” He then turned around, looking at Derpy and nodding into the shadows off stage. “Now that our actor friend is on the right path, would you like to go?”

Derpy landed next to him, grinning widely. “Yup!” As they both started to the shadows, Derpy kept talking. “Before we go, would it be alright if I visited Dinky again? I wouldn't like to keep her waiting...” The voices continued a back and forth, but Spotlight wasn't paying them any mind. He was busy reevaluating his performance. It wasn't until the faintest whisper of some otherworldly sound drifted onto the stage that he snapped out of his thoughts.

Walking back to the script, he started to scratch out his lines in pencil, writing in ones with much more fitting for the Arbiter. It would drive the others crazy, especially the writer, but, in the end, it would prove to be a better play.

It took nearly an hour for everypony to come up and personally congratulate the new couple, much to their chagrin. And even though he was running on pure happy energy when Rose accepted his offer, it had drained by the time the last face had gone by. So when a few faces from earlier shoved their way back in, asking Ink Well about his writing and offering this, that, or the other thing, he was down to the last couple fraying edges of his temper. However, he had just proposed to a guardian angel, and she new exactly how to handle the annoyance.

Rose deftly managed to nudge the conversation to herself and her perfumes, sucking the well-wishers into her practiced sales speeches. Almost immediately she held their attention, and with the subtlest of signals, Ink Well was given the okay to roam the latter part of the party.

It was almost midnight already, and many of the actors and musicians had left, as well as the older and the less willing to brown-nose patrons, leaving only the very wealthy, the very posh, and those in charge of the party itself. Many of the posh and wealthy were flocking around the Elements of Harmony, trying to get in good with Equestria's saviors, but there was an almost equal number surrounding Princess Celestia, doing their best to please the monarch. It made him feel a little sick that they'd capitalize on his after party like that, using it to climb the social ladder, but, knowing that any action he took would just end poorly, he simply let it be, walking over to the food tables that had been set up.

There was almost nothing left, a disappointment to his stomach, which had only recently realized how empty it actually was. The only things remaining on either of the two tables were the frosting on the plastic cake knife, the last dregs of the punch, and one serving of something that looked mysteriously like a combination of a deviled egg and a spring roll, with a smell like month old cabbage soup. It couldn't have been how it was served at the beginning, quite possibly an amalgamation created by some silly pony who thought it would be appetizing. Ink Well was hungry, but he wasn't quite hungry enough to try the mystery food. Dejectedly he let his eyes instead rove over the party guests, wondering if there were somepony he'd actually want to talk to to take his mind off the meager fare and round off the night.

Blues was gone, as was Shoeshine, though he was sure that was so she wouldn't be spotted by Marquee. Rose was still talking to some very impressed nobles, holding her own against them, as was Princess Celestia against her own bevy of leeches. All of the Elements were occupied, and only Fluttershy didn't seem to be having much fun. Not that she couldn't hold a conversation, just that she was wishing for a different conversation partner. Unfortunately, her current one had her monopolized, so Ink Well wouldn't have much luck saving her. She'd be able to make it through, it'd be alright. The only other option was talking to Marquee... Ink Well shuddered at the thought.

Out of options, he shrugged, turning back to the table to think about what to do next. As he did, he noticed one pony all alone, standing in a corner under the stairs, far from the nobles and elite that filled most of the room. It was Princess Luna, looking more than a little forlorn, her mane absolutely stationary and her face the picture of dejection. That wasn't right at all. This was a show about her, he'd just have to cheer her up a little.

Circumventing the few ponies just mulling about the party, Ink Well made his way to the stairs under which Luna stood. He walked up quietly, trying not to appear eager or wanting or anything like that, but it had the unintended effect of causing him to go unnoticed. With a heavy sigh, Luna turned on the spot, clearly set on doing something, but becoming startled when she almost ran right into Ink Well. In return he held up his hooves, trying to calm her down. “I'm sorry, Princess Luna, I didn't mean to scare you.”

Luna placed a hoof to her chest, initially angry, but calming as she saw who it was. “Nay, 'twas a silly thing to be startled such.” She then held out a hoof in greeting. “You are Ink Well, yes? We...” She winced, visibly berating herself for her statement. “Er, I am very glad to finally meet you in person.”

Ink Well took the hoof, shaking it firmly. “The pleasure is all mine, Princess. I was just wondering, are you alright?”

Luna instantly straightened up, putting on a firm face. “How ridiculous! Of course we, I am alright. What would give you the notion I am not?”

Ink Well didn't push the issue, just stating what he saw. “Well, you didn't look very happy at the start of the show, or just now. And the moon was a little different than normal when I saw it earlier.”

Luna looked genuinely surprised. “You noticed that?”

Ink Well just nodded. “Yeah. It was a little off from its full shape, like it was anxious to rise or something.”

Luna blushed a bit at that, looking to the floor. “Ah... yes, I will admit that We, er, I was a little... nervous of tonight's show. But it has proven to be quite well done, and much more... lenient than We... I thought it would be.”

Ink Well noticed the delicate word choice and frowned, wishing she'd loosen up just a little bit more. He may not have known her well, but seeing any pony that on edge wasn't something he liked. “I just tried to write what actually happened. That's why I asked you about the night. I didn't want you being hounded by what others thought you'd intended.”

“Well, it is greatly appreciated. We,” she winced again as she used the second person, only raising her tension further, “I don't think that many other ponies would have done the same.”

“That doesn't seem right. Yes, what you did was a bad thing, but it's in the past. All of us have done something we don't like. To hound a pony over their past just isn't right.” Then, tired of seeing her fret over her words, he reached up, placing a hoof on her shoulder. Something in the back of his head yelled at him for daring to touch the Princess, but she didn't seem to much mind, actually calmed by the gesture, so he figured it was alright. “Also, don't worry about the whole We/I thing. I won't tell anypony if you won't.” As he said this, he gave her a conspiratorial wink.

She smiled at him, relief visibly running at least partly through her. “Thank you. We just get so worked up over it, but it is difficult to change habits after a few thousand years.” She then raised her eyebrow at him. “You are the only pony to notice the change in our moon. How did you notice something so subtle? It was only raised ten minutes early, barely enough for anything perceptible.”

Ink Well just shrugged, leaning against the stairs and looking off into the distance. “I've spent a lot of time writing under that moon, and more nights than I can count traveling or hiding beneath its silvered rays. It has given me some of my best works, and seen me through my worst times. So when something was wrong with it, I couldn't help but feel bad about it. I thought maybe I could help it through something, for once.”

Luna looked touched, raising a hoof to her breast. “'Tis a very sweet thought you have there, Ink Well.” Immediately her happiness fell, a lonesome sadness overtaking it. “We wish more ponies saw your way. But they are all much too busy with Our sister's light.” She gestured over to the crowd around Celestia, speaking with a hint of annoyance. “They care not about Our graces, only hoping for the affection of our solar Princess.”

Ink Well just shook his head, letting his own annoyance out. “Oh, don't worry about them. They're just like most ponies, always praising the sun because it shines so bright and does hard work for them: growing trees, warming homes, and lighting the world. They just don't appreciate the much softer light of the moon, nor the presents it brings. The time for innovation, creation, and thoughtfulness, the cooling breezes, the intricate beauty of the stars, the tranquility of the sleeping world, and the love that always seems to blossom best under the moon's gentle rays.” He looked over to Rose, waxing poetic as he did. Sometimes she brought the worst out of him... “The moon shines just as bright, reflecting the sun's hard working light, and though it seems so cold and dark, it keeps us guarded through the night.”

He sighed, turning back to Luna and seeing her almost enraptured by his words. Slightly embarrassed by both the attention and his moment of poetic outburst, he rubbed the back of his neck, continuing on. “I've always liked the night better anyway, and yet I've always been called an odd one. But it's just because ponies don't yet see the value in your moon. They're too busy wanting things from the sun. Some day they'll figure out that you're not bad at all, that the monsters and the cold and the things they fear are not products of the moon, but of the dark itself, a beast nopony can control. When they figure that out you'll be at least as popular as your sister over there, just you watch.”

Luna just looked down on Ink Well, a pure joy in her eyes from the words of the oddity before her. Even her mane was flowing faster, a wind generating of the kindness she now felt. “Thank you very much, Ink Well, you are much too kind to Us.”

Ink Well shook his head. “Nonsense, Princess. You deserve a lot more attention than you get. I, for one, am just glad you liked the show, and I hope that some ponies will come to see you as your sister's equal because of it, if they don't already.” He gave her a friendly smile after that, and the one she returned was genuine, far deeper than the simple gesture could easily convey. Not a moment later, Ink Well yawned, his day catching up with him one more time. “Now then, Princess Luna, it has been a pleasure talking to you, but I'm afraid I'm about done for this evening.”

Princess Luna just nodded. “Of course, 'tis late, and you must be tired. Still, We have enjoyed talking to you as well, Ink Well. Have a wonderful evening.”

Ink Well bowed to Luna, then departed, walking straight back to Rose just as she finished up a conversation with the last of the well-wishers. The mare she was talking to looked quite enthused about something, but she left before Ink Well could hear any of the conversation. As he walked up, Rose's face just lit up. “Ink Well! You are not going to believe the luck I had selling perfume to those ponies. I think my orders for the gala might double just from tonight alone!”

Ink Well smiled, nodding appreciatively, but far too tired to say anything useful. “That's great, Rosy! Just fantastic. Would you mind if we headed back to the hotel? I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my eyes open much longer.”

Rose's smile faded from overjoyed to just happy and she nodded. “Sure. I was just getting to the end of my rope as well.” Walking side by side, the couple started towards the doors, only to be stopped by a gentle, regal voice.

“Excuse me, Ink Well, Roseluck. I had something I wished to ask you about before you left.” Both ponies turned immediately, bowing to Princess Celestia, who stood behind them. She just chuckled a little, motioning them to stand up. “I see that you are tired, so I shall try to make this fast. I'm sure you're aware that the Grand Galloping Gala is to be held in two weeks time, yes?”

Rose nodded. “Of course. Nopony in Equestria doesn't know about the Gala.”

“Wonderful. And, as of the moment, I don't believe either of you have a ticket to go, do you?” Ink Well shook his head, not sure where the Princess was heading with this line of questioning. “Well, I would like to fix that. I would like to personally invite both of you to the Grand Galloping Gala, as well as extend an invitation for you to stay at the castle for the weeks before it, if you so choose.”

Ink Well was shocked, staring speechlessly at the Princess. After a few moments, he pulled himself together, stammering out a reply. “I just don't know what to say! I'm honored, Princess.”

The Princess waved a hoof casually, brushing aside the comment. “Oh, don't worry about it. It just seemed a good way to thank you for this wonderful evening.” She then pointed to Princess Luna, who was looking towards them, smiling. “Luna thought it would be a good way for you to look around Canterlot, in case you hoped to have your wedding in a city other than Ponyville.” Celestia then leaned in a little closer, talking to the two of them more privately. “She said the castle gardens under the moonlight cannot be beat for a romantic setting, but I've always found the grand hall at midday to be much more grand.” After that, she stood up tall again. “Anyway, should I ready a room at the castle?”

Ink Well looked over at Rose, seeing her just as shocked as he was, struck silent by the offer. Ink Well then thought about the perfume sales she just made, and how important the next two weeks would be for Rose's shop. He's made a lot of decisions without her today, most of which he at least partially regretted, even if they'd worked out just fine. He wasn't going to go making another one that might mess something up. “I don't know, Princess. Could you give us a moment?” He then took Rose under a wing, turning from Celestia and talking in a hushed voice. “Rose, what do you think? Can we afford a trip to Canterlot with the perfume rush coming on?”

Rose just looked at him like he was insane. “Are you crazy? Princess Celestia just invited us to stay at the castle, then go to the Grand Galloping Gala, and you think I'd say no? I thank you for asking me first on this one, but really, there was no need here. Lily can cover Rosewater while I'm gone. She still owes me one.” She then pecked him on the cheek, smiling. “Besides, you promised a getaway, just the two of us, wherever I liked. I think this will count just fine.”

Turning back to face the Princess, Ink Well nodded. “Yes please, Princess, that would be lovely. Though, nothing too fancy, if that would be at all possible.”

The Princess smiled. “I'll see what I can do.” With that, she left, returning to her flock of leeches, all of whom looked at Ink Well with a little more respect than they had a moment ago.

Still slightly stunned, Ink Well and Rose turned once more to leave, making it all the way to the door of the theater before they were stopped again, this time by Pinkie Pie. “Wait! Ink Well, I almost forgot!” She was waiting outside when the doors were opened, which was odd, considering they'd both seen her inside when they were headed out. Before either could ask anything, Pinkie Pie shoved a cupcake into Ink Well's hooves.

He looked at the vanilla treat and its red frosting heart with a tired confusion. “Pinkie? What is this?”

Pinkie gave him a strange look. “It's a cupcake, silly! Duh! What did you think it was?”

Ink Well shook his head. “No, I mean, why did you hand me a cupcake?”

“Well, I said I'd give you a cupcake the next time I saw you, and though I've seen you around a whole lot since then, I didn't see you you until tonight, so here's your cupcake! I even made one for Rose, since I thought something like this might happen, see?” She then procured a second cupcake, identical to the first, and gave it to Rose. “Congratulations, by the way! Do you know when the wedding is yet?”

Ink Well shook his head. “No, we haven't gotten that far yet... thanks though.”

Pinkie saluted him. “No problem! You can always count on Pinkie Responsibility Pie! Just remember that when you're planning the reception!” Before they could respond, Pinkie bounced past them, almost immediately returned to her group of friends, even though they were halfway across the room. There was just no way she could move that fast.

Both Rose and Ink Well looked at her, then each other, then the cupcakes in their hooves, confusion firmly set on their features. A second later, Ink Well shrugged, taking a bite of his cupcake and attributing all the silliness to the one thing it could be, simply saying, “Pinkie Pie.” Rose nodded in agreement, taking a bite of her own cupcake as they both made their way out to the street.

The carriage was waiting for them outside, with Shoeshine in the driver's seat looking even happier than she had when she picked them up this morning. She jumped down, opening the door for them and helping Rose into the carriage. When it was Ink Well's turn to enter, Shoeshine gave him a small wink and whispered, “Thanks again!”

Ink Well just nodded back, even the sugar from the cupcake doing nothing to help keep him on his hooves. He just needed back to the hotel, now. He stepped into the carriage, sitting next to Rose on the extremely plush seating as the door closed. This was it, the end of his night... and what a night it was. He yawned, feeling the carriage begin to roll, and laid down, his head resting against Rose's flank.

Rose smiled at him, not minding in the least. “So, are you ever going to tell me what happened to you tonight?”

Ink Well peeked an eye open, looking up into her face, and smirked. “I don't think you'd believe me, even if I did.” He then pulled himself up a little further, until his head was resting on her chest, and smiled a little deeper. “But I've got all the time in the world to try.” He then craned his neck upwards, kissing Rose gently before shutting his eyes, falling asleep against his love.

Overture

The tan furred pegasus leaped back, dodging the swinging blade and landing lightly on the wood floor. Before him stood the dark green unicorn, a cold look in her eyes and a glow around her horn. Between them floated the blade, long and gleaming in the dim light, a green glow around the gilded snake-themed grip. She smiled cruelly. “Come, come, Ink Well! Don't tell me you're giving up already. Where's all of the bravado from earlier? Weren't you going to stop me?”

The pegasus snarled at the smug unicorn. “I will defeat you Viper! I will not let your evil spread any further!”

The green unicorn laughed. “Evil? No! Celestia is just such a boring ruler, it's time for a change! And I'll be the one to bring it.”

“Not if I can help it!” The pegasus jumped forward, swinging wildly with a hoof that was easily sidestepped by the unicorn. He swung again, this time with the brace that wrapped his right front leg, and was parried by the sword. The sword swung around, scything the air and connecting with the pegasi's wing, a red splash appearing on it.

The pegasus stepped back, staring at the unicorn with a wounded look on his face. “Hey! What was that for? Be careful with that thing!”

A frustrated sigh came from the darkness surrounding them. “Ugh! Lights!” Light flashed on in the room, revealing a large proscenium arch, the two ponies standing center stage. Not five feet away stood a silver furred unicorn in a black beret, a golden glow surrounding the megaphone floating before him. He walked over to the pegasus, megaphone filling the space between the unicorn's mouth and the pegasus's ear. “WHAT IS IT THIS TIME, SPOTLIGHT?”

The pegasus recoiled away, his blond mane flowing behind him and his blue eyes looking pained. “What are you yelling at me for? Center Stage was the one who messed things up!” Upon his flank shone a golden star for a cutie mark.

The green furred unicorn shook her head, her orange eyes glaring at Spotlight. Upon her flank was a stage, the red curtains flung wide. “I did not! You're supposed to get hit there! Maybe if you learned the choreography...”

The pegasus rounded on her. “Oh so now it's my fault? You're the one swinging wildly!”

The two ran at each other, held back by the silver furred unicorn with the megaphone cutie mark. “Ponies! We don't have time for bickering! In less than a week it will be the fiftieth anniversary of the creation of the Alliance, and we don't have time for mess ups like this! They will be expecting a perfect show at the celebration, and we can not disappoint!” He sighed, tapping a hoof as he turned to the empty house behind them, hundreds of white cushioned seats staring back at him. “Nearly three quarters of a century ago the pony you portray, Spotlight, opened his first show in this very theater. He had so much from his own life to pull on and would gain so much more, and instead he told the legend of the Elements of Harmony's return in his famous play, Night's Wrath. He was a great writer, a humble stallion of unlimited potential, and a shining example amongst ponies. And it is down to us to tell his story.”

The director turned around, an angry look in his eye as he advanced towards the pegasus, megaphone slowly being placed to amplify his words. “So if you think that this selfish diva attitude is going to get things done, you can just STAY HERE AND PRACTICE ALL NIGHT! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYTHING BUT PERFECTION! GOT THAT?” The pegasus recoiled again, the megaphone amplified past the norm with a boost from the director's magic. The director waited until Spotlight's head stopped reeling before continuing. “You are going to channel him, get in tune with his spirit. Run your lines, practice your choreography, and do NOT leave this building! I expect a marked improvement by tomorrow or I shall be looking for a new Ink Well. Got that?” The director's chin rose, snubbing his nose at Spotlight. “Center Stage, we go! Let us leave him to his studies.”

The two unicorns left the stage and walked the long walk through the house, the green unicorn giving Spotlight a smug smirk and a victory huff before proceeding through the door, the silver one on her heels. Soon after they left the house lights dimmed, leaving Spotlight alone in a pool of white light on the open stage.

He kicked a floorboard, muttering quietly to himself. “If you love the old colt so much why aren't you doing that show instead of this piece of trash. 'Get in tune with him' he says. 'You're being a diva' he says.” He frowned at the ground, stomping hard on the wooden floor. “Oh I'll show him I'm no diva! I'll be the most accurate, most perfect, most humble actor he's ever seen!” He stood up proudly, a hoof over his heart and a fire in his eyes. He smiled vindictively. “That'll teach him not to recognize true talent.”

“No Princess!” Spotlight swept a hoof through the air in front of him, conviction in the motion. “Be not so hard on the poor ponies of the magazines! They knew not what they did. Instead, allow them to pay penance with their printings. Let an apology be written, along with the truth in print for all to see!” He completed the final swoop of his leg and stopped, face contorting as he looked back at the script sitting at the edge of the light. “That can't be right. This can't have been written that badly...” He hovered over the book, scanning the page with a disbelieving frown. “Wow... I guess it can. Humble pony my flank.” He kicked it closed, the pages fluttering shut before him.

As he walked into the pool of light once more, muscles at the ready for dramatic posing, a sound drifted from the dark auditorium to his ears. Footsteps clacked down the aisle of the theater, slowly approaching the stage and oddly loud considering the muffling effect of the carpeted floor. Spotlight smirked, seething quietly as he stared into the wall of darkness. “So, had a change of heart, have you? Saw my magnificence and realized your error?” No response came, the steps echoing loudly in the empty building. Spotlight's brow twitched once, a saccharine smile masking his annoyance as he spoke in a singsong voice. “I am as kind and friendly as can be, ready to work with my fellow actress and be truly humble. Isn't that nice?” The clanking stopped, a silent presence visible at the stage's edge, staring at him. The two stood there for almost a minute, the figure motionless, Spotlight's smile slowly fading as he awaited a response.

Spotlight's lip curled, sneering at the silent figure, indignation spilling out. “Well? That's what you wanted, isn't it?” He walked closer to the silent figure, anger showing with each step. “Come on! What's all this teasing? Speak up!” He flew from the light, circling the dark figure once before landing in front of it roughly. A hood concealed the owner of the form, an impenetrable darkness leaving it invisible, which only enraged Spotlight further. “Quit with the games and tell me what you want!”

The hooded figure did nor move, did not acknowledge him, but from the hood came a faint whirring noise, followed at the end by a loud 'click'. “I am here for the source.” The response was cold and mechanical, each word sharp, ringing with a metallic tone.

Spotlight took a step back, confusion adding to the creases of rage on his features. “What is this? Who are you?”

The figure was still, the whirring and click happening again before the response. “I came for the source.” A differently pitched whir came from the hood and Spotlight felt as though he was being evaluated through and through, all the way to his bones. After a few moments of this the whirring stopped, replaced by the original tone, cut off once more by the click. “You are not the source.”

Spotlight sputtered for a moment, shaking his head and giving the figure a look reserved for a lunatic. “Of course I'm not 'the source'! Don't you know who I am? I'm Spotlight, greatest actor in Manehattan! Who do you think you are just barging in here? Doesn't this place have security? This is it! This is the final straw. I am walking!” He stormed past the figure, bumping against its shoulder in an attempt to push it aside, but the form was surprisingly solid, causing him to rebound off and fall against the seats. He wheeled on the immobile figure. “Hey! Watch where you're going bud!”

The sound of metal sliding on metal caught his attention, followed by a menacing 'snick!' that forced his vision to the front of the cloaked form. Its leg was raised, a long, light blade seeming to extend from the base of its hoof. The figure turned rigidly, the blade catching the light from the stage, gleaming coolly. The pegasus backed up, all rage replaced with fear as he tried to placate the form. “Hey, hey. We don't have to go that far. Just a misunderstanding, right buddy?”

The figure faced him, hood still hiding the pony within. Whirrrr. Click! “Copies must be removed.” It took a step forward, leg swiveling to point the blade at Spotlight's neck.

The pegasus's eyes stayed locked on it as he slowly backed away, quickly running once more into the seats behind him. He stared frightfully at the cold steel. “No! What are you doing? I didn't mean it!” He sank into the seat, legs locking and wings trying to form a barrier between the two. “Stop! No!” He let out a scream as the blade raised, cowering into the chair.

The leg fell, the screaming suddenly silenced.

Within four dusty rose walls stood a parchment furred pegasus, the ends of his legs capped with darker patches, like paper licked by a flame. Upon his flank gleamed a golden ink pot, a blue fountain pen leaning against it. He was rummaging through a brown messenger bag with a clasp that matched his cutie mark, his emerald eyes going over each and every item in detail. “Ink, pen, paper, money, ticket, train ticket, directions to the theater, directions to the hotel...” He turned around, grabbing a matching brown fedora off of a peg at the top of the stairs, affixing it upon his inky blue-black mane. “Hat! That should be everything.” He slung the bag over his back, feeling its weight settle on his left side as he went down from the living room and into the room below.

Darkly painted walls surrounded the windowless room, the area within dominated by the many varied brass beasts, large carefully decorated tanks and vats with similarly plated piping snaking off of them and going every which way. Most would not know what possible purpose this room could hold, marveling at the intricate machinery, but the pegasus entered the perfumery without a second glance, used to the sight of the stills. He had, after all, been living here for eight months, though the telltale signs of it were limited to the cloud bed upstairs positioned next to the down filled one and the state of the worktable in the distillery: half of it occupied by flowers, woods, and fruits and the other half matted with an array of papers covered in writing and scratchings. Even though he'd been here so long, and despite his girlfriend's insistence, he still thought of it as 'her' house. That said, it was certainly growing on him.

He went through the door at the other end of the distillery, the only exit other than the stairs, and ended up behind the counter of the Rosewater perfume shop. Rows upon rows of displays were filled with glass perfume bottles, each filled with a slightly differing colored liquid from the ones around them. A small display on the counter held jet black bottles labeled 'Rose Ink', not a single bottle missing from it.

Near the center of the shop stood a cream colored earth pony, her bobbed rose-and-pink bi-colored mane framing her face as she gazed intently at the worn brown suitcase beneath her. As the pegasus rounded the counter she looked up with her ivy eyes, smiling at him. “Hey there Ink Well! Got everything you need?”

Ink Well tipped his hat at her, then nodded to the bag at his side. “Yep. Everything I could possibly need.”

The earth pony frowned. “Let me guess, nothing but writing supplies, right?” The look on Ink Well's face answered her question for her. “We're going to Manehattan for just two nights, what'll you have time to write about?”

He looked offended by her statement. “Hey! You never know! Perhaps inspiration will strike for my next novel, and then where will I be? Better to be prepared than regretful.”

“Uh huh.” She walked over to him, noting the hat on his head and the playful smile that had worked its way onto his face. “You're just going to wear that to the opening, aren't you?”

He looked confused, hesitating to respond. “...Yeah?”

She bumped him with her shoulder, snatching the hat off of his head while he regained his balance. “You wear that every day! Don't you have something better?”

He looked at his hat and bag. “What's wrong with these? Fedoras are cool!”

“Cool, yes, but not acceptable!” She placed the fedora on her own head, looking at him from under its brim. “This is a big occasion Ink Well, it calls for a special outfit.”

He smirked at her. “Special outfit? You'd be amazed how many fancy parties I got into with shabbier than this.”

She walked over to him, tapping his nose with her hoof. “Yes, but you were just a scruffy journalist back then, Inky. Now you're a big Bridleway playwright, and you're going to have to look the part!”

Ink Well waved his hoof dismissively. “Ah, Rose, you know I'm no big time pony. Dressing up wouldn't be me.”

Rose tapped a hoof on the floor, shaking her head. “I'm not hearing it. We've got fifteen minutes before the train leaves.” She moved behind him, pushing him gently towards the door. “You run to the Boutique and see if Rarity can fix you up with something. I need to go finish packing, so far my suitcase is just samples, but I'm sure I'll find a buyer for that ink line, I can feel it!”

Ink Well turned around at the exit, smiling playfully. “Oh, you're always thinking about sales, Rosy. Come on! Enjoy it! It's a free trip to the big city!”

Rose tipped Ink Well's hat at him. “I will Inky, don't you worry, but I can work and have fun at the same time.” She tossed him his hat, which he caught with ease, placing it back on his head. “Now get moving, I'll meet you at the station.” She picked up her suitcase, walking towards the back room of the shop as Ink Well went through the front door. Once outside he inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh Ponyville air before leaping up high, extending his wings banking towards the Carousel Boutique.

Ink Well entered the store a minute later to the jingle or a silver bell and a call of “Just a moment please!” He took a few steps into the highly decorated building, with dress forms in beautiful outfits next to the grand purple curtains that lined the walls, and waited for further instruction. After a moment a blue glow surrounded a screen on the central stage, whipping it to the side to reveal Rarity herself with her pristine white coat and flawlessly curled purple mane. She looked over her small red glasses, playing with the tape measure around her neck before her face lit up with recognition. “Ah! Ink Well, come in! I'm just going to finish up with Twilight and then I'll be right with you.” Ink Well walked further into the shop, peering around a curtain to see Twilight also on the center stage on a small raised area, a brilliant deep blue dress with a night sky motif complementing her purple fur perfectly. Rarity was leaning in close, magically placed a few pins and fixing the hem while Twilight waved at Ink Well.

“Hello Ink Well. It was so kind of your to invite us to the opening of your play. I know it'll be amazing.”

Ink Well shook his head, like what Twilight said was absurd. “Of course I'd invite you, it's your story! All I did was write it down.”

Twilight smiled. “There you go deflecting compliments again. Still, it means a lot to us. Rarity even made us all dresses for the occasion!”

Ink Well looked at the dress she had on and marveled. “She does some amazing work, I must say. Are you going to be on the upcoming train too?”

Twilight shook her head. “Oh no. I'd be at the train station already if that were the case. All of us decided to take the later one.”

Rarity stood up from where she'd knelt down, a joyous look on her face. “There! Perfect. You're done now Twilight, I'll have it ready with the others when we leave.” Twilight nodded, heading off to the changing area while Rarity turned to Ink Well. “And what brings you in, Ink Well?”

He stated his purpose dismissively, waving a hoof lazily.“Oh, Rose insists that I get some nicer clothes for the opening, but I don't-”

Rarity gasped, running over to him. “You were going to go to the opening in this?! Oh no no no no! Rose is right! Luckily, when she came by she thought something like this might happen, and I was prepared!” One of the dress forms flew over from the side of the room, this one in a black tuxedo and top hat with emerald green bow tie and accents. “Understated, yet with the class necessary, a simple jacket that just beams 'important'. Do you like it?”

Ink Well looked it over as Rarity's magic rotated it before him, nodding in approval. “Wow, very nice. It's perfect except for just one thing...”

Rarity looked disheartened. “And what is that?”

“There's no way to carry anything.”

Rarity looked at him like he was insane. “Carry anything? This is formal attire, darling! It's for looking good, not for lugging around items. What could you possibly want with you?”

Ink Well kicked the floor sheepishly. “Well, call me crazy, but I like to have my writing supplies on me at all times. You never know when something is going to happen. I'm still kicking myself that I lost my notes on the Discord debacle just because I only had the one piece of paper and the pencil. Granted the way they turned into a whale and a potted plant respectively while I was flying over Ponyville was an interesting story in itself, but if I'd had my notepad with me maybe the day wouldn't be relegated to memory of the sticky red confetti that accompanied the whale's impact...” He noticed the horrified look on her face and just smiled. “Yeah, well, long story short, could you incorporate a bag into this somehow?”

Rarity's look of horror slowly faded, replaced by an unsure affirmative nod. “Y-yes. I could do that. When are you leaving? I'll have it ready by then!”

Ink Well looked out a nearby window to the clock tower of the school. “About... ten minutes.”

Ink Well could have sworn he saw her mane frizz in front of him, a faint twitch appearing under her eye for just a second. “Ten minutes...” She composed herself remarkably from the shock, fixing her mane with a quick shake of her head and her smile returning in an instant. “I don't think I can manage a bag that fast, but I could whip you up some pockets. I'm afraid those will have to do.”

He nodded. “Of course, whatever you can manage would be amazing. Thank you Rarity. Sorry for the extra work.”

“Not at all!” She was already magicking over a sewing machine and the needed materials, and in a short eight minutes two outside pockets and an interior one had been added, all fitting the overall look and form of before without a hint of alteration. After that she folded it all and wrapped it in a neat bundle for him, which he placed in his bag. “There you are!”

“This is wonderful. How much do I owe you?”

Rarity thought for a moment, then smiled brightly at him. “Consider it a gift for the upcoming show! Just be sure to tell anypony who asks who made it for you!”

Ink Well looked at her, stunned by her generosity. “Of course, but are you sure? It doesn't feel quite right to-”

Rarity nudged him towards the door with her horn. “We can talk about right and wrong later, Ink Well, right now you need to be on your way or you'll miss your train!”

Ink Well snapped to attention at the word. “Oh inkblots you're right.” Wings flew open as he ran towards the door, calling once more behind him before he took off. “Sorry to run, but thanks again! I'll see you tonight!” Rarity went to the door to wave him off, but he was already long gone, just a pair of flapping wings and retreating legs skimming over the rooftops.

Ink Well ran into the train station just as the whistle was blowing, steam billowing out of the engine as it rared to go. Through its swirls he saw Rose arguing with the conductor to hold the train just a little longer. He ran up behind them, ticket already in mouth for inspection and breathing heavily from the sudden sprint, having made it across town in a time Rainbow Dash would have found impressive. Rose rolled her eyes, getting on the train as the unicorn in the blue uniform took the ticket snappily, glaring at both him and it before returning it and letting him on. “Next time try to be here before we leave, will you?” Ink Well gave him a sheepish grin and an apology before jumping on the train, hearing the whistle blow its farewell and feeling the train move beneath him almost immediately.

He caught up with Rose in the private cars, finding the cabin that matched their ticket number within and hurrying inside. Along one of the red wood paneled walls was a long plush red seat with gold trimming sitting perpendicular to the window, the red curtains drawn aside so they could see the countryside already beginning to rush past. Across from the seats was an equally plush double bed, the red and gold motif continuing here, and a small wood cupboard for luggage. Beneath their hooves was red carpeting that they seemed to sink into, with swirls of gold creating an intricate fire pattern on the floor.

Both stood for a few moments admiring the room, Ink Well in slight shock with it all. He was only broken from his stupor as Rose moved past, placing her bag within the cupboard and taking a place on the seat. He moved slowly into the room, attention now drawn to the hills rushing past outside. “Are all trains like this?”

Rose arched an eyebrow at him from her seat. “Surely you've been on a train before? It must have been part of the job.”

He shook his head, eyes not moving from the hurrying landscape. “No. I always had to fly everywhere, and that's nothing like this. I mean, we're going so fast! All without having to flap or run or anything!” He turned around, jumping up onto the bed and feeling the mattress absorb his feet. “And this room! This bed's competing with clouds for softness, and all the gold trimming...” He flopped down on the bed, messing up the comforter as he snuggled into it. “If this is what all trains are like I'm never winging it again!”

Rose laughed at the pegasus as he scrunched himself into the sheets, rapidly becoming a ball of fabric with a brown fedora sitting on top. “Enjoy it while it lasts. The general sections of these aren't nearly as posh.” She moved herself slightly on the seat, sinking into an even more comfortable position with a contented sigh. “Or as plush. They must really like you to be shelling out these kinds of bits. Last time I was able to afford a train ride all I got was a hard wooden bench and a window. Then again, it was the class trip, we weren't exactly buying for luxury.”

Just then the door opened, the conductor walking inside. “Tickets please.” As he noticed the occupants of the room his neutral demeanor turned slightly sour. Rose offered hers as Ink Well slowly extricated himself from the sheets. He offered his ticket once more, garnering a confused sneer from the conductor who obviously thought him unworthy of the cabin. The unicorn punched a hole in the tickets before returning them with a lackluster “Enjoy your trip.” He then exited, leaving the two alone in the cabin once more.

Ink Well looked over at Rose, nervously running hoof over the back of his neck. “I don't think the conductor likes me...”

Rose looked back at him, shaking her head slowly. “I don't think he does either. But at least he let you on! Another thirty seconds and I think you'd have been left at the station.”

He kicked reluctantly at the carpeting. “That's all my fault for wanting Rarity to modify that tux... I'm sorry.”

She smiled at him as she returned to her seat by the window. “Hey, don't worry about it! I shouldn't have let it go to last minute like that. But it's all in the past now. Just be glad I was there to stall for time.”

Ink Well nodded as he took of his bag, placing it in the storage area. “Oh I'm glad for that. And for sending me out for that spiffy outfit...” He turned back towards her and sat down, starting an invisible tally as his list continued. “...and making sure I was eating when I was focused on the writing, and your smiling face in the mornings, and for taking me in after that whole mess last year...”

Rose sighed at him. “If you're going to keep bringing that up we're never going to be on even footing. I already told you I was more than happy to.”

“Yeah, I know, but it was kind of a big thing.” He walked over, sitting down next to her and smiling. “I don't know what I'd do without you.”

Rose looked back at him, slightly annoyed. “Well you seem to have been making a good go of it these last few months. Barely seen you with all your last minute flights to these rehearsals.”

Ink Well's smile faded as he saw the look on her face. “Oh... I'm sorry Rosy. I wasn't even supposed to be involved once the script was turned over, but Blues had me running notes to the musical director and the producer just insisted that I keep getting called in so that 'it would be just as I envisioned it' and then they wanted that extra song added and character work...” He scooted closer on the seat and threw a wing over her, hugging her close to him. “I promise I'll make it up to you, alright? When this is over we'll go on a getaway, just the two of us, whatever you like.”

Her look didn't change. “Promises promises.”

Ink Well looked hurt. “I always keep my promises.”

She looked into his eyes, annoyance slowly turning to a smile. “You do.” She sighed worriedly, smile sinking into sadness. “But we can't afford a getaway Ink Well. And with the Gala coming up it's getting near the big rush, I can't go leaving anyway... But I don't want to go anywhere. I just want our paths to converge a little more often.”

Ink Well nuzzled her softly. “They will.” She continued to look disheartened, mind elsewhere as she looked at him. To pull her from her state he leaned in close, kissing her lightly on the nose. “I love you Rose.”

She smiled warmly, returning the kiss before snuggling closer to him. “I love you too.”

The couple sat together the entire train ride, talking and laughing and catching up with each other. The train rocked and clacked around them, the world whizzed past the window, and passengers walked down the length of the train to get out of their hard seats and stretch their legs, but within the red wood walls the two ponies were oblivious, focused entirely on their companion as they made up for lost time.

Five hours later the couple was stretching their legs in the afternoon Manehattan air, the bright sun shining down and baking the tall concrete buildings that surrounded them. Rose gazed upwards, instantly entranced by the buildings above, the sky scrapers far taller than even the spires of Canterlot. Ink Well on the other hoof was focused on the ground, taking out the directions to the hotel and looking for street signs. Getting his bearings from the nearest intersection he walked back to collect Rose and begin their travels when he was stopped by a sky blue earth pony in a sharp light grey uniform that matched her mane. “Excuse me, are you Ink Well?”

Ink Well nodded, curiosity trumping trepidation. “Yeah, that's me.”

The pony smiled, her orchid eyes beaming friendliness as she tipped her hat to him. “The name's Shoeshine. The company sent me to drive you to the hotel. Is she your plus one?” She pointed to Rose, whose gaze had traveled down from the sky and to the large crowds moving along the streets.

Ink Well nodded. “Yeah, that's Rose. But you were sent to drive me?”

Shoeshine nodded. “Yes sir!” She whistled loudly, looking down the street. As Ink Well turned to look, he saw a shiny black stretch carriage being pulled down the street by two gleaming white stallions. It pulled up next to them, gliding to a halt on the cobbles. Ink Well was looking over the magnificent vehicle when Shoeshine popped up behind him. “Here we are! Your ride.”

“Wait, this?” Ink Well was embarrassed as he looked back at the large black vehicle, the tinted windows and the gold trimming setting this a league apart from most carriages. He looked over at the street sign nervously. “I don't think we need to be driven... it's only a few block away.”

The pony shook her hoof at him. “Ah ah ah! Yours is not to question, but to enjoy the ride.” She pulled open the carriage door to reveal a blue velvet interior, which despite his hesitance drew Ink Well in with its comfy appearance. Inside was a pair of seats facing each other, a small ice chest with sparkling cider and glasses, and cool crisp air that washed over him, drawing his hooves unconsciously closer. Shoeshine smiled as he stepped inside. “I'll just let you get acquainted while I get your friend.”

By the time Rose was led to the carriage and the door was closing behind her Ink Well was sprawled on his back across the backwards facing seat, a blissful smile on his face. She sunk into the seat opposite, sighing joyfully as the seat cradled her. A moment later the vehicle was on it's way, the cobbles beneath slowly rolling by. Ink Well sighed contentedly from his seat, looking out at the buildings sliding away. “So soft... I could get used to this.”

Rose smiled as she reached out for a cider bottle. “They sure are treating you nicely. There has to be a catch for all of this.”

Ink Well flipped over, looking slightly worried. “I don't think there's a catch, but... it's just a play. I don't think we needed the paid train tickets or the private carriage... And I'm starting to fear what the hotel will look like. It's not that long or tiring of a flight... I don't deserve all of this.”

Rose gave him an annoyed smirk, popping the cork on the bottle and pouring a glass for each of them. “Maybe they were thinking about me. Not all of us are graced with those lovely wings, Ink Well, and the trek by foot takes nearly a day.” Ink Well looked at the floor, slightly embarrassed, while Rose's smile warmed. “But I see what you're saying. They certainly went overboard.” She gave him his glass, raising her own slightly before sipping from it, feeling the cool tingling apple taste spread out. This was high end, even better than Applejack had to offer. She looked up to see Ink Well just staring at the glass worriedly, unwilling to take a drink. She smiled at him, trying to get him from his funk. “Hey! It's a vacation, remember? A free trip to the big city? If they want to pamper us, I say we enjoy it while it lasts.”

Ink Well nodded. “You're right. I just need to stop worrying. If they feel I deserve this, who am I to question it?”

Rose smiled, reaching over to top off her glass. “Exactly! It's a compliment! They aren't all bad like you seem to think.”

As she poured the carriage came to a gently stop, the door soon after opening to the beaming face of Shoeshine. “Here we are! The Shetland Hotel. Please watch your step as you exit the carriage.” She noted the bottle in Rose's mouth, mid pour. “And feel free to take that with you. It would just go flat in here.” She offered a hoof to help Rose and Ink Well from the vehicle, Rose's suitcase waiting for her as she exited. Rose thanked Shoeshine and walked inside to check on the reservations while Ink Well stayed behind.

Ink Well turned to Shoeshine, tipping his hat. “Thank you very much for the ride.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “Not at all! It is my job after all.” She looked at a watch on her foreleg. “Huh. Three o' clock. Bit later than I thought... Well, I'll be back at five to pick you up again, alright?”

Ink Well furrowed his brow. “Five? The show starts at half past seven, why would we want to get there so early?”

Shoeshine shrugged. “Dunno. That's what the company said, and I don't ask them questions. It's simpler that way.” She looked at him like he wasn't thinking straight.. “But don't you want to get a good seat? It's a Bridleway play! I'd give my left hoof to get into one of them!”

Ink Well rubbed his neck nervously. “I've already got a seat waiting for me. And I dunno, maybe I'm jaded on the whole prospect, but I really don't want to have to mingle too much beforehoof... Not much of a ponies pony, ya know?”

Shoeshine nodded knowingly. “Ah. Gotcha. How's about... oh let's cut it close! Seven good for you?”

Ink Well nodded. “That would actually be amazing, but won't you get in trouble?”

She waved it away. “Don't worry about it. You're the ride, after all. What you say goes. Besides, the boys'll appreciate the extra time off.” She climbed up onto the front of the carriage, grabbing the reigns and waving as it started to move. “Have a good one!”

Ink Well waved back. “You too!” When the carriage turned the corner, Ink Well turned around, walking up the grand red carpet into the Shetland Hotel.

Just before seven Ink Well stood in the penthouse suite dressed in his tuxedo and top hat, mane and tail brushed and overall cleaned up quite nicely. While he'd not tried on the jacket before, it was tailored perfectly, as expected, with both his notepad and pen fitting in without distorting the coat. It was almost like Rarity had known he'd ask ahead of time, not rushed them in ten minutes. He smirked at the thought as he crossed the marble floor from the giant green and gold double bed and knocked on the bathroom door. “Come on Rose! How long does it take to get ready? We're going to be later that our already delayed arrival!”

“Just a moment more! I'm trying to look my best. Though I would have liked it if you asked me about showing up later. I would have agreed.” Came the response from behind the door.

The pegasus sighed on the other side. “Yeah... I know. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking... Just... do hurry.” He paced into the center of the room, looking over the space they'd been given for the weekend and feeling inadequate in the space suited for royalty. Between the jade statues, the potted plants, the chandelier, the green and gold carpeting, the beautifully papered walls, the stunning vision of most of the city from the high vantage point, the lights twinkling far below... It was all way too much. Too large, too grand... it could never be a home. And he knew he didn't deserve this nice a treatment, no matter how much they liked his work...

Behind him the door swung open, the sound of a hoof landing on stone coming behind it. “Here I am Ink Well, how do I look?”

Ink Well's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was a stunning vision in an ivy evening gown, a simple vine pattern running down it, culminating in a rose clasp at the shoulder. Her feet were adorned with delicate green slippers with ribbons that wound up and around her legs. Her hair was styled no differently, but seemed to shine with a light of its own, accentuating her perfectly made up face: not too much, but just enough to bring out her beauty.

After a few moments in stunned silence Rose smiled. “I take it that's good?”

Ink Well shook his head, putting his mind back in order. “Oh yes. You look, well, stunning. Shall we?” He offered her a leg to thread her own through, which she did, and together they walked through the door and down to the front of the hotel. Waiting out front was the carriage, the door already open, and Shoeshine, a smile on her face as she readied to drive. Ink Well helped Rose up before climbing in himself, closing the door to their blue velvet box as the vehicle began to roll.

A few brief luxurious minutes later the carriage pulled up to the front of the theater, the Trottington Grand. Marble columns adorned the corners and the entryway to the three story behemoth, the exterior painted and carved to look as though made of clouds in the Ancient Pegasus fashion. A red carpet lined the sidewalk from the twin double-doors, the empty ticket booth sitting prominently between them. Lines of ponies ran down the block on either side of the entrance, straining behind the red velvet ropes that kept them at bay. Ink Well and Rose were led down the carpet by Shoeshine, both somewhat nervous under the attentions of the ponies gazing raptly at them. Halfway down the runway they were greeted by a whirlwind of a silver unicorn, her jade green mane overly styled and her lime eyeshadow much too obtrusive, matching her gaudy lime dress. “Ink Well! Darling! Where have you been? You were supposed to arrive almost two hours ago!” She turned to Shoeshine, who was standing unobtrusively to the side. “Why were you running so late, huh? What do we pay you for?”

Ink Well held up a hoof, trying to calm the unicorn. “Now now Marquee, it wasn't her fault. We had a slight wardrobe problem and it took longer than expected to fix it. But we're here now, so let's just send our lovely Ms. Shoeshine on her way and leave making a scene to the show.”

The unicorn breathed deeply, stretching out a hoof and calming herself. “You're right, you're absolutely right. Come, let's go.” The new trio of ponies entered the theater while the fourth backed away, returning to her carriage. Marquee continued talking the entire way to the door. “Now you've missed all of the pre-show festivities, including the arrival of the Princesses and the Very Important Ponies, as we are asking everypony to take their seats now. It was all very tactless, you know.” She shot a glare at Ink Well, causing him to lower the brim of his top hat with his wing, shielding him from the evil eye. “But I'm sure you will be able to make it up to them all with the post-show speech at the after party.”

Ink Well titled his head at her. “Speech? What speech?”

Marquee opened the doors, showing off an intricate fresco that adorned every wall and the ceiling, bright electric lights set high above to resemble the sun as pegasi of old flew and danced and spun around it, frozen forever in the painted cloud city. Unfortunately it did not have much time to be appreciated as she hurriedly led them up one of the grand side staircases and onto the upper landing. “Your speech to the opening crowd! It's become a tradition that the director make a speech before the show, which you missed, and the writer make one after, which you won't.” She continued to walk quickly, causing both ponies behind to have to canter to keep up as she hurried down the hallway past the cherubic baby pegasi on either side frolicking through the clouded garden in the walls.

Her mouth moved faster than her legs, which is good or Ink Well and Rose would never have kept up. “It's mostly thanking them all for attending, particularly the royals, and things like what inspired you and how you'd like to thank the actors for their hard work. Nothing too impressive. However, you should know that you have written one of the most popular shows to open on Bridleway in years! For the next two months not a seat in this house will be empty, so your speech better live up to that, you got it?” Punctuating the question was her sudden stop as she pulled aside a white curtain, signaling the two to enter the private viewing box.

Ink Well nodded dumbly. “Got it. Inspiring speech after the show.”

Marquee smiled sickeningly sweetly at him. “Good. Enjoy your work!” With that she closed the curtain, leaving Rose and Ink Well to ponder their surroundings.

The viewing box was set into the right wall of the building near the stage, giving a fairly poor angle from which to view the show when the cloud themed curtain finally raised, but a wonderful one for viewing the audience. Looking down Ink Well could see straight into the orchestra pit, the many musicians warming up. However the sound of their instruments was drowned out by the sounds of conversation coming from the veritable sea of ponies of all types and colors, all dressed in their very best, which flooded the raked ground seating area as well as both of the balcony levels. In the center on the same level as him, in the very best seats in the house, were both of the alicorn Princesses, Celestia's white coat and golden accessories contrasting Luna's deep blue coat and even deeper blue crown. Seated to Celestia's left were all six bearers of the Elements of Harmony: Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applejack, each looking excited for the show, though Applejack and Rainbow were decidedly less excited about their voluminous attire. The dresses they all wore were rather flashy, it had to be said, but they pulled them off amazingly. Next to their excitement Princess Celestia seemed to radiate a calm happiness that could be felt just by looking at her, her pink blue purple and green mane flowing magically in an unfelt wind. However, next to her, Princess Luna looked positively glum, her magical starry night mane hardly moving at all.

Ink Well sat on one of the provided cushions, white and fluffy to match the rest of the décor, his own face showing a hint of worry. Rose sat next to him, immediately picking up on his distress. “Inky? What's wrong? You should be excited! Your show is about to open!”

Ink Well nodded. “I know, it's just... Two months of ponies booking this show? What if they don't like it? What if it isn't good enough? And, even worse, what if one of the Princesses or Fluttershy or her friends don't like the way they were portrayed? It's going to be running for a long time, years if all goes well! I don't want anypony to hate me for it...”

Rose smiled at him. “They aren't going to hate you! You interviewed them beforehoof, got their story on what happened and only wrote down the honest truth. You even wrote a letter to the Princesses asking about it and clearing it with them! You went above and beyond, Ink Well, I think they'll be alright with a little embellishing for the sake of story.” She shrugged. “Besides, I'd be more worried for Blues and his songs. There's no way all of those happened.” She leaned over the balcony, scanning the audience with her ivy eyes. “Say, where is the guy? Isn't he coming to opening night?”

Ink Well smiled back at her, shaking his head. “You're looking in the wrong place. After I collaborated with him on the music, they asked him to conduct the same time they asked me to direct. Now I'm no director, but he jumped on the chance to get out of the farmer's life.” He moved up next to her, pointing down at the big blue stallion standing before the orchestra. “He's down there now. I also heard he joined up with... oh what was their name... The Heartstrings Quintet, I think, and is going by the name Noteworthy.”

Rose laughed. “Some ponies, one bit of fame and they get a swelled head. Meanwhile here I am with you, a pony trying to avoid fame like the Cutie Pox.”

Ink Well shrugged, taking off his hat and placing it on the floor next to his seat. “I learned my lesson long ago. Don't need a repeat of it.”

The lights in the theater dimmed, the audience growing quiet. Slowly, quietly, music began to flow from the orchestra pit, permeating the building as it grew to a slow throb. It was serene, flowing, like a brook through a quiet town. The overture continued as the curtain drew away to reveal Ponyville in miniature, sets almost indistinguishable from the houses of the town, and a purple unicorn arriving on her lonesome, accompanied musically by a single violin. She sang about the town, about Canterlot, about her studies, about her mentor and the evil portents she'd uncovered, neatly setting the stage for the play in the first song with a voice so lyrical and a melody so soothing it entranced the audience, taking them all mentally to the quiet little town. Even far in the back of the theater Princess Luna was hooked, enjoyment plastered on her face. Despite the many repetitions in rehearsals and being on the team that wrote it, Ink Well could do nothing more than shake his head and smile appreciatively. “His head may be swelled, but he is good.”

The song ended. Eliciting applause from the crowd as the unicorn went on her way, beginning her quick mission to check on preparation for the next day's celebration. Behind her ran a small filly in a purple and green dragon costume, keeping tabs on the pony and offering smart responses to what she said. First the unicorn met a pink earth pony, with mane frizzy like cotton candy, who, despite the swelling of the music beneath her, gasped and ran, preempting the upcoming song. But with a change in lights and a set swap so smooth it was hard to notice the unicorn was in an orchard, meeting an orange earth pony with blonde hair and a friendly southern accent. And while she weren't one fer' singin' on her own, a multitude of ponies came to join her, her family springing from the woodwork and all introduced in a flurry of melody. Amid another round of applause she sent her new unicorn friend on her way.

And so went the show, the characters revealed, happy songs sung, the one-sided friendships budding with each new character until the six main characters had all been introduced. And soon enough came the party, a fifteen minute dance of whirling ponies, confetti and cupcakes on the stage within the narrow library set. But as it neared its end, the sun preparing to fail to rise, movement stole Ink Well's attention from the show. Rose was standing up, carefully moving towards the exit curtain. Whispering despite his non-proximity to other patrons, Ink Well called to her. “Where are you going?”

“I'm sorry, I've got to use the restroom.” Came the quiet response.

Ink Well looked shocked. “What, now? Can't you hold it? The act one finale is coming up and, if I may say so, it is not something to miss!”

Rose just looked at him blankly. “I know what happens, I was at the actual event, but I'm afraid it's not going to wait any longer.”

Ink Well rolled his eyes. “What were you doing that whole time at the hotel?”

“Getting ready.” She pouted at him. “Don't give me that look, it's a very delicate process that didn't leave time for business.”

“Well, try to get back before it starts.” Rose exited, leaving Ink Well to abandon disbelief once more and let himself be absorbed by the show.

Only moments later the curtain opened again, hoof steps entering the private box with a soft 'clack'. They moved in time with the dramatic underscoring of Celestia's disappearance being found out, the steps stopping behind Ink Well as he watched. He could feel somepony hovering behind him, and when the music lulled he whispered over his shoulder, “Well that was fast! Nightmare Moon is about to make her grand entrance! Come on and sit down.”

“Don't mind if I do.” Came the response, not in a whisper but in a bright male's voice, a hint of a northern accent slipping into it. Confused, Ink Well turned just in time to see a brown earth pony with short, messy chestnut hair and bright blue eyes plop down next to him, munching away happily at a bag of popcorn. Ink Well just stared at the intruder, who adjusted his green tie before placing another hoofful of popcorn in his mouth. The pony smiled, giving a friendly wave before pointing at the stage. “Ah! I love this part! Smashing effects on this one and just brilliant writing for her dialogue. Fairly close to what she actually said too.”

When finally Ink Well was able to wrap his mind around the pony sitting next to him he asked the first thing on his mind. “What are you doing here?” The stallion just looked at him, not seeming to comprehend the question, so Ink Well tried again. “Why are you in my private box?”

Understanding dawned on the interloper. “Ah! Right! Almost forgot. I'm here to tell you to duck.”

“What?”

“Duck!” Ink Well felt the air shift behind him and, following the advice of the mysterious pony, dropped to the ground. Thunder clapped on stage, lighting flashing as above him swung a cloaked hoof, occupying where his head had been just a moment before. He looked up at the cloaked figure assaulting him, dramatic music fitting as he stared at the shrouded face. Cymbals crashed, lighting flashing once more on stage as the raised hoof sparked above him, electricity arcing over it. It was raised high, preparing to smash down on him amidst a blare of trumpets.

A hoof wrapped around his own, pulling him out of the way as the sparking leg descended, discharging into the floor. “Run!” Came the advice of his saviour, and next thing he knew Ink Well found himself whisked outside of the curtain, running down the hall as it narrowed to a door that read 'Stageponies only! Do not enter!' Ignoring the sign the brown stallion pulled the parchment pegasus through, slamming it behind him. He then pulled out a strange metallic pen with a blue light at the end, which whined with an unearthly noise. Just audible over the noise of the pen and the sounds of the orchestra came a soft 'click' from the door's lock. That sound caused the earth pony to sigh, replacing the pen and leaning against the door. “Well that could have gone better.”

It was then that Ink Well's brain caught up with him, questions flooding to his mouth all at once. “Who was that?”

The earth pony smiled. “Try 'what.'”

Ink Well tried again. “What was that?”

The earth pony just shook his head, still looking excited by the whole thing rather than the startled Ink Well felt. “I have no idea. Fun, innit?”

Ink Well's confusion just deepened. “What's going on here?”

The earth pony looked over the railing next to them, able to see far below onto the stage. “I believe it's a show, but I have been known to make that mistake before.”

Ink Well's first question from the box finally caught up, the only question his brain could form in its addled state. “Who are you?”

The earth pony stood. “Ah! Now that's an easy one!” He smiled, giving off a childish grin. “I'm the Doctor.”

Set Change

Leaning nonchalantly against the door, the brown earth pony with the hourglass cutie mark looked at the beige pegasus. “Now that that's out of the way, who might you be?”

Ink Well looked at 'the Doctor' confusedly. “Huh?”

The Doctor walked along the catwalk towards him. “It's customary that after someon-err somepony gives their name, the other party responds in kind. I gave you mine, what's yours?”

Ink Well rubbed his head with his hoof. “That's your name? It's a title! Doctor what?”

The Doctor shook his head. “No, no. Just 'the Doctor'.”

Ink Well raised an eyebrow at him. “The Doctor?”

The beige pony waved. “Hello!”

The pegasus nodded slowly. “Right... I'm Ink Well.”

The Doctor looked surprised. “Oh?! The writer of this play Ink Well?”

He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah...”

“Well I love your work. Your writing is fantastic, and quite accurate considering you weren't actually there. I rather like how you put in the extra effort for accuracy. Better even than the average historian! You know, I've never much liked historians. Always collecting away history in museums and studying it, never really going out there and experiencing it. And they always have to apply some interpretation to it, never bothering to ask the conquered how they felt about the whole thing. I happen to know for a fact that...” Ink Well zoned out, letting the Doctor rant as he looked at the stage far below, seeing actors in their guard costumes preparing to rush Nightmare Moon. Dramatic music was playing, filling the high dark space as Nightmare Moon reveled in her appearance, the crowd oohing and aahing at the special cloud and lightning effects surrounding her. It was now, just before the first act finale, that the guards would fly in, only to be struck down by lightning and stagger woozily off stage to await their next entrance in act two. The scene would never change, the script unable to be rewritten, yet they'd do it every time.

The guards made their entrance, flying onto the stage and confronting the evil presence. At the same time, Ink Well turned to rambling pony. “Doctor, I need you to unlock that door.”

“... who was actually a very nice person once you got to-” The Doctor cut off mid thought, giving him a confused look and simply stating “What?”

Ink Well walked over to him, determined despite the lack of response. “If we don't do something about that attacker then somepony else is going to run into it. I don't want anypony getting hurt when I was clearly the target.” He walked past the confused earth pony, reaching for the door handle. As he ducked to grip it, his face was showered with splinters and bits of timber as a long, wicked blade burst through the door, halting itself abruptly just above his mane, removing a few unlucky hairs from the top. Ink Well looked up at the sword tip, flashbacks to the battle of Ponyville erupting in his mind as he slowly walked backward, careful not to lift his head..

The blade retreated into the door, then came back at an angle, causing Ink Well to stagger as he dodged its hacking. He fell backwards into a waiting Doctor, who steadied him as they watched the hole slowly widen beneath the blade. The door was turned to rapidly toothpicks before their eyes, hole quickly widening to reveal the cloaked pony behind it. Seemingly unaware of this, The Doctor set Ink Well steady, stepping between him and the dwindling door and giving him a cheerful smile. “I don't think we'll have to worry about others.” Ink Well gave a slow, stunned nod as he looked around The Doctor, both curious and frightful of the nature of his attacker. The Doctor saw this and leaned in a little closer, whispering conspiratorially. “It might not be a bad idea to start running again.”

Both ponies started moving at that, running along the catwalk mere moments before the door failed and fell to pieces. The shrouded figure stepped though, seeming to scan the area despite remaining unnaturally motionless. After a brief delay it seemed to hone in on them, and in far too few steps it had instantly matched pace with the two sets of hooves retreating. Its heavy hoof beats clanged on the metal catwalks, shaking them beneath Ink Well's hooves and garnering more than a few angry glares from the tech ponies on the floor below.

With each passing moment the figure slowly accelerated, growing ever closer until it was clear the two ponies would be unable to outrun their assailant. The Doctor kept a lead on Ink Well as they ran and when he reached an intersection, hurried right down the available staircase, bounding down to the first landing. He had rounded that and was halfway to stage level before he realized the complete lack of pursuing hoof steps or shaking stairs. Looking up in the leftover stage lighting he could just make out the two dim figures wheeling away on the catwalk above. He followed beneath them, swerving around sets, bewildered actors and techs who called out quietly but angrily after him. Ignoring them he plowed through, his focus locked on the chase above.

Ink Well looked back as he made the left turn, immediately regretting it as he saw the cloak gaining ground. He looked forward to see a few earth ponies handling ropes and rigging on the catwalk, unaware of his presence as they blocked the path, waiting for the next cue. Nightmare's speech was at full volume, with music preparing to swell for her Decree of Darkness, and the chill it inspired spurred Ink Well to double his efforts, increasing his speed. The two ponies seemed to notice the vibrating under their feet, looking around just in time to see the chase as Ink Well vaulted the techs, leaping over the first flapping his wings just once to clear the second before landing lightly on the other side in full stride. His pursuer wasn't as nimble, crashing through the two frightened ponies and bowling them over, causing their grip to slip on the ropes they held. A muffled yelp came from the stage as Nightmare dropped. The techs scrambled for the rope, the heavier of the two leaping forward to grip it with his teeth. The harness caught Nightmare painfully when her fall ceased, but her speech didn't falter for more than that moment, taking the slip up in stride.

The cloaked pursuer seemed to pick up speed effortlessly, returning to and surpassing its old pace as Ink Well took a right at the next corner. This proved to be a bad decision, placing him on a small dead-end platform near the ropes of the rigging. He immediately turned around to see the cloaked figure blocking his exit, the dim light bleeding through the drop behind back-lighting him menacingly. The figure advanced slowly, hooves clinking on the metal walkway. Ink Well looked around, not sure he could fly in the tight space between the rigging and his hunter.

A few feet away the hunter stopped, holding stock still for a moment as a whirring emanated from beneath the hood. Ink Well felt uncomfortable as he watched curiously, fascinated despite himself as his fur stood on end. The empty darkness under the cloak seeming to peer into his very soul, taking inventory of every part of his being. A few moments later the whirring changed to a higher pitch, followed by a sharp 'click'. “Source confirmed.” The voice from the hood was cold and harsh, like the echoing of sound through the pipes of Rose's distillery.

Ink Well's fright was replaced by an adrenaline charged confusion. “Source? What source? What are you talking about?”

The whirring returned, followed by another 'click'. “Prepare for collection” was all the assailant said before his hoof raised up, the bottom giving a faint metallic gleam that was absent from a small circle in the center. The Darkness Decree's music began, swelling to a fevered minor pitch as lighting crashed and Nightmare on stage called for everlasting night. Trumpets blared, timpani pounded, and, behind Ink Well, a faint whizzing noise could be heard.

Behind the shrouded figure a drop moved, the fabric buckling and falling as it lost support, a flowing black wall slowly moving towards the catwalk. Ink Well's tail was gripped, pulled upward by a brown blur attached to the rigging rope that blazed by. As he moved out of the way, a puff of smoke left the end of the assailant's hoof, a dart launching forth. It seemed to take ages to pass before him, the tip sliding just under his nose as his body was propelled upwards tail first. He watched it go, reaching the brick wall at a point now a few feet below him and harmlessly bouncing off.

The heavy drop engulfing the figure, its only reaction an emotionless stare as it watched Ink Well retreat. The next level of the catwalk blitzed by, followed by the grid at the top of the building, which Ink Well found himself dangling from. He looked down the length of his body, seeing The Doctor standing on the metal beams, Ink Well's dark tail firmly held in his mouth and a sword clutched in his hoof. The Doctor smiled before giving a pleading look, prompting Ink Well to flap his wings and alight on the grid. The Doctor spit out his tail, grinning madly as he looked at the prop sabre in his hoof. “That was fun! Ever since I was on that pirate ship I wanted to do that! Like a zip line but vertical. Too bad about the drop though, but I'm sure they can fix it before it's needed.”

Ink Well heart was pounding as he looked down from his high perch, seeing dozens of feet below the bright morning Ponyville sun crinkled and drooping over the catwalk. Almost a dozen pegasi were taking to the air around it to lift the painted drop back into position, while the glow of a few different varieties of supporting magic suffused the dim space below. He looked back at The Doctor, smiling wildly. “They've got 'til the end of act two, and intermission is coming up. It'll be fine.”

Above the music rose cries of confusion from below, causing both ponies in the grid to look down. Smoke was billowing from beneath the drop, and as one edge lifted a dark figure shot out on a pillar of flame. The cloak billowed around the assassin as it perched atop the fire that shot from its legs, the reflected fiery hue betraying a metal nature. It slowly rose into the air, the dark hole beneath the hood staring straight upwards, coldly evaluating Ink Well even as he stood so far away.

Ink Well was snapped from the sight below him with the touch of The Doctor's hoof on his shoulder and looked around him. All of the rigging of the theater ran through the grid, dozens of ropes of all gauges running from various points around the stage to the pulleys at the back wall. With one look he knew this was not a place to face his chaser. “This whole place will go up like a candle, and all that falling on the ponies below... Doctor, follow me.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, where are we going?”

“A more suitable stage. The show must go on.” Ink Well hovered in the narrow space between the grid's beams and the roof to the far side where there was a small hatch set above. He pulled on the handle, yanking hard to open it and causing a narrow set of stairs to fold out. He motioned The Doctor up them, getting an amused grin from the earth pony, seemingly enjoying letting Ink Well take over. On the other side of the grid he saw his attacker land, the jets of flame that emanated from its legs cutting off as it began to make its own way across. Ominous music thrummed far below, focusing determination coming from the dark hood into a chill down Ink Well's spine. Ink Well nodded to the figure, then flew up the hatch to join The Doctor above.

The two ponies stood in the open Manehattan air, the bright lights of the buildings surrounding them bathing the whole area in a warm glow. Far above, barely visible with all the light pollution around them, the moon gazed coolly from the sky. Ink Well gazed back at it, the familiar orb above not feeling quite... right. It was odd, just off from the perfect circle it always was, and higher for this time of night, as though it had rose a little early.

Shaking off thoughts of what it could mean, he examined his choice of battle stage. The roof was large and flat, with little to be said for it apart from the hatch in one end and the small drainage holes along the side. A short wall surrounded the perimeter, making it an almost perfect set for a duel. Nothing to get in the way, nothing to hide behind.

Ink Well's ran the upcoming fight in his head. His attacker had an arsenal, with everything from darts to swords to electrified clubs, and seemed to be some strange immensely powerful amalgam of pony and machine. It felt emotionless, only focused on him for some reason, and to top it all off it was faster than him and could also fly despite lacking wings. Ink Well had...

He looked over at The Doctor, who had taken up a similar position next to Ink Well in the center of the roof. He hefted a prop sword in one hoof, which was apparently sharp enough to cut a rope, and had a faint grin on his face and a wild look in his blue eyes, like he was really enjoying the danger. 'You've got some crazy pony you don't know with a sword and a glowy blue pen. You've got nowhere to run, nothing to hide behind, not even a weapon. Just a notepad and a pen...' Ink Well smiled nervously, turning to The Doctor. “You wouldn't happen to have a plan to fight this guy, would you?”

The Doctor looked over at him, still smiling away. “No, can't say that I do. It's a scary thought, isn't it? I could do anything!”

Ink Well turned back towards the hatch, knees trembling and sweat pouring down him in the cool night air. 'Oh, what could I have done to make somepony attack me? Okay, bad question, you angered a super wealthy and powerful mare in the world of business with her own army, but she is under the careful watch of Princess Celestia... who is downstairs enjoying the show you wrote about her sister turning evil and imprisoning her.' He swallowed at a lump in his throat as the cloaked figure rose from the hatch, turning to face the two with it's blank hooded stare. Oddly, this caused his trembling to stop. 'I'm dead. I'm on the roof of a theater with a crazy pony as my only ally, and I'm dead. Well, it was a good run. Shame about missing the rest of the show. I bet it would have been nice.' The assailant moved closer, coming to a point opposite the two ponies on the roof before stopping. 'Manehattan. It had to happen in Manehattan. I couldn't die in Cloudsdale or Ponyville, somewhere beautiful with family or friends. No, the big blocky city...'

As Ink Well pondered over the life choices that had brought him to this point, The Doctor took a step forward, brandishing his sword. “Right then! I've had about enough of this. Why are you so interested in my friend here?”

'Even the train would have been better than this. That way you could have at least died with Rose nearby...'

The cloak whirred and clicked one more before speaking. “My orders are to remove the Source.”

“The source? The source of what?”

Whir. Click. “Change.” The hood turned in the pale moonlight, aiming itself towards Ink Well. Whir. Click. “Prepare for transport.”

'Rose... I promised I'd spend more time with you, then this happens. Guess I'll have to break my promise...'

“Hold on! Transport where?” The hoof raised once more, the center hollow, gleaming coolly. “Where are you to take the Source? Who's orders are you following?”

Rose's voice chimed in Ink Well's mind like a siren's song, pulling him from the fog of doubt. 'But you never break your promises.'

A puff of smoke emitted from the bottom of the hoof, another dart flying towards Ink Well, whose unfocused eyes seemed to resolve a moment too late. Just before arriving there was a blur of metal, The Doctor's sword deflecting the shot effortlessly. The Doctor frowned at the assailant, visibly perturbed by it. “Why won't you listen to me?” He whipped Ink Well's flank with his tail before charging at the cloaked form, sword at the ready. The upraised leg rotated, the interior of the hole changing as its aim adjusted.

Ink Well reacted, finally freed from his own mind, and began to circle the hooded pony, trying to position himself better for attack. The hood followed him rigidly, it's gaze never leaving him as its body rotated, the leg spinning once more to its original position and pointing towards Ink Well. Mid way through turn, The Doctor appeared next to him. “I don't like to be ignored.” His sword struck, clanging off of the leg and causing him to stumble back with the sword's rebound.

The cloaked pony's hoof rotated once more, his own sword sliding from it slowly before locking in position with an audible 'snick'. It swiped down, striking back as The Doctor blocked unsteadily. The hood focused on him, a cold frustrated anger emanating from it for the distraction. It stepped forward, thrusting, which The Doctor parried before rearing onto his back hooves and assuming a fencing pose. Irritated whirring came from beneath the hood before the next attack came, also effortlessly dodged by The Doctor who returned the swing with his own thrust.

While the two were locked in combat, Ink Well circled around, taking a running start before leaping at the cloaked pony in a flying kick. The form whirled around, glaring at this new assault and blocking it with the flat of his sword. It barely reacted to the attack, the full force of the impact bouncing back and shaking Ink Well as though he'd kicked a solid wall.

“One shouldn't get distracted in a fight,” said The Doctor as he slashed forward, cutting the back of the hood cleanly down the center before his sword was stopped dead on the body beneath.

The hood fell to either side, sliding away to reveal a brass body that gleamed in the light. Black, empty eyes stared at Ink Well calculatingly, while an annoyed whirring came from the grille where is mouth should have been. The metal pony spun back around, gaining another swipe from The Doctor's sword which caused the rest of its cloak to fall away. Beneath it lay an entire pony of brass, with plates running from nose to rear, the joints scaled and interlocking like a folded fan. The body was absent of hair, instead a metal seam and rivets ran where a mane would flow. Without the muffling effect of the cape, every motion was accompanied by soft whirs, clinks, and groans of machinery as it struck out at the brown earth pony.

The Doctor smiled warmly at the brass pony assailing him. “Ah! You're beautiful! But I don't recognize the construction...” He parried a blow, sending the metal pony past him in the direction of Ink Well, then dropped the sword, ignoring the metal pony next to him in favor of his small silver pen. Luckily for him, the mechanical pony ignored him as well, the empty black eyes immediately locking back onto Ink Well as the metal legs groaned into motion.

Ink Well instinctively reached for his notebook, pulling it from his jacket with his wing and reaching for his pen before his brain reminded him that the approaching figure wouldn't give him time to jot down notes. The shining pony rapidly accelerated, causing Ink Well to start flapping his wings ineffectually, dropping the notebook as he backed away, skirting around the edge of the roof. He sprinted as quickly as he could, hearing strong metallic hoof beats behind him but not looking back in case the act were to slow him down. His imagination was more than enough to keep him running. Instead he looked towards the center of the roof where The Doctor was fiddling with his glowing blue pen, pivoting to follow the brass pony around and pointing the lighted end at it.

Ink Well risked a glance back, seeing the gleaming metal figure closing the gap, and launched right, bee-lining for the earth pony standing in the center. “Doctor! What are you doing?”

The Doctor kept staring at his pen. “Analyzing it. Just a few more moments...”

Ink Well took to the air, speeding up once he lost contact with the ground, and banked into a wide circle around The Doctor. His chaser followed, flames bursting from its feet as it gained altitude and yet more speed. “Doctor! A little help?”

The Doctor raised the hoof balancing the pen to his mouth, staring at it more intently. “Shhhh!”

Ink Well banked harder, coming into a tight spiral that pulled him closer and closer to the brown pony in the center. The brass pony behind him banked as well, the ring of fire trailing behind him closing in until, from above, it looked like a giant firework spinning across the ground. The billowing flames heated the whole area as it closed its distance to Ink Well, hoof sparking as it came into striking range. “DOCTOR!” Underneath the thrum of electricity and the roar of the flames, a vibration buzzed, unnoticed in the commotion.

Except by one pony. “Aha!” The Doctor stepped forward, holding out his pen to the blur of motion in the very tight tornado around him. Ever so carefully he brought it forward, tapping the glowing tip to the metal pony. Instantly the flames shut off, the form falling heavily to the ground and tumbling across the roof to crash into the far wall. The Doctor smiled, placing his pen in his teeth as he walked over to the prone form and leaving Ink Well to circle a few more times as he slowed himself to a landing.

By the time Ink Well landed The Doctor was standing on the prone metal pony pointing the blue light at it. He continued to talk rapidly, but most of the words were muffled by the pen. “Oh, ou're a real eauty aren't ou? 'et's ust et is afepate off an fee what mafes you 'ick!” After a few moments of concentrated whirring the blue pen seemed to have an effect, the front of the brass pony's face disconnecting and sliding forward, revealing a clear dome filled with moving gears and flashing lights. To Ink Well it looked like parts of a speaker and a clock were jammed haphazardly into the dome, but The Doctor whistled, dropping his blue pen into the collar of his tie. “Oh, you are a beauty aren't you?”

Ink Well took a tentative step forward. “Doctor, what is that thing?”

The Doctor ignored him in favor of licking the clear dome of the metal pony's head, garnering a very strange look from Ink Well. The Doctor however looked like he'd been struck by inspiration. “Ah! A transparent aluminum alloy! This is centuries early on its own.” He moved the clear dome around quickly, examining every angle, while every motion elicited a tired whir from the ponyform below. “Clockwork construction, pneumatic limbs, magnetic tape recordings to the speaker system, magic scroll subroutine,” he sniffed deeply at the black mesh where the grille had been on the faceplate, “and is that a bio-carbon link for the wiring? Now?” The Doctor got up from the metal pony, eying it suspiciously. “Everything from tubes to nanofibers in you. That's not standard for anything. Oh, you're a real mess my robot friend, so where do you come from?”

There were a few distressed whirs and hisses as the brass pony struggled to get all of its limbs in order, seemingly unable to despite The Doctor no longer standing on it. He waved a hoof at the metal pony. “Ah ah, disabled your stabilizers, and might I add gyroscopes are a nice touch, really add to the enigma that is you. No, you aren't going anywhere until you give me a name. Now who built you?”

The metal pony's clear head turned, large dishes where the eyes should be fixing on Ink Well one final time before whirr came from its mouth, a small tape behind it winding to the correct spot before it clicked into playing. “The Source is confirmed found. Unable to retrieve. Returning to base to report.”

The Doctor smiled down on the robot. “Ah, that's even better! Lead us there! It'd make my job a lot easier.” The glass dome lit up as a red light bathed the interior. Energy could be felt in the air, expanding from the prone metal form. Ink Well felt his hair raise on end as energy charged through him. The Doctor's eyes widened, a hoof going up to try to stop the grounded robot. “No!” Electricity crackled around the body before it seemed to collapse on itself in a flash of light with a soft thunderclap.

Ink Well found himself drawn to the spot, stunned by the sudden disappearance of his enemy while The Doctor ran around looking up at the sky. “No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no awwww!” He smacked his head with a hoof. “I am so thick! Teleports! Of course the thing can teleport, that kind of technology? Jet feet? The sonic even said it!” He smacked his head in rhythm to his words. “Why didn't you listen to the sonic?”

Ink Well stood dumbfounded, staring at the fuming earth pony. “Doctor, what was that thing? Where did it go?”

The Doctor walked over to him, still berating himself until he suddenly stopped at the spot where the brass pony had disappeared, nose wrinkling as his eyes shot open. He circled the point like a dog before breathing in deeply and looking over at Ink Well with curious eyes, one eyebrow raised in question. “Do you smell that?”

Confused, Ink Well sniffed, smelling the strong metallic tang that comes after a lightning strike without the cool water components of a storm. “What, the lightning smell?”

“No, not that, underneath...” The Doctor smiled, raising a hoof in exclamation. “That's temporal!” He looked at his hoof for a moment, dejected. “Aw, forgot I can't snap.” After just a moment of this he pointed his hoof at Ink Well, back to his smiling state. “Tell me, what does temporal energy remaining when something that small teleports just scream at you?”

Ink Well stared at him blankly, and awkward silence growing between the two stallions. The Doctor gave him a slightly disappointed look. “Right, apparently not a lot.” He turned around, pacing to continue his train of thought. “What it screams to me is that the temporal shift was done primitively, leaving behind one heck of an energy signature in space-time.”

Ink Well wasn't sure he was following. In fact, he was fairly sure he'd been lost somewhere near the stage door, but he gave it his best shot. “So... you can track where it went?”

“I can do you one better! I can track when it went!” Before Ink Well could object that that made no sense The Doctor was off, heading over to the edge of the roof. He hopped onto the ledge, signaling Ink Well to follow before leaping across the alley, landing on the fire escape of the adjacent building and hurrying down the stairs. Ink Well watched him start to leave and looked around the roof. The hatch looked so inviting, the final few chords of the finale barely making it into the night air. Just one easy path and this whole night could be forgotten.

His eyes then fell on the tiny scorch mark left in the roof where the pony had disappeared and knew exactly what had to happen. He dusted off from the ceiling, swinging past where his notebook had landed to pick it up before rising high up and diving into the alleyway.

The Doctor reached street level in the dim theater alley and took off like a shot, leaving Ink Well to twist in the air and hover above him as he galloped away. “Where are we going?” Ink Well called at the chestnut mane beneath him.

“That's part of the surprise, isn't it?” The earth pony just turned at the next alleyway, stopping at the front of a large blue box sitting between two dumpsters. “We are going to track it.” He tapped the blue painted wood, grinning as he did. “With this baby!”

Ink Well looked the box over. It was fairly tall, but small, looking like it could hold maybe six ponies if they crammed into two pillars three ponies high. There was also a row of small latticed white windows around the top, above which was a lit sign that read “POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX.” To top it all off it had a light sitting at the top, currently off, as well as a plaque on the front written with instructions next to a very small handle and key hole. The instructions read something about a 'Police Telephone', whatever that meant. “We're going to track that mechanical pony with a blue wooden box?”

“Yes!” The Doctor pushed open the door, his smile unwavering as he stepped confidently into the light that spilled from it into the narrow alleyway. Ink Well hesitated outside, waiting for the crazed earth pony to bump into the other side or turn back around and step out, but instead just his head appeared. “Come on! Don't you want to know where that thing came from?”

Ink Well walked over to the front of the box, preparing a friendly reason why he wasn't going to cram into the booth with somepony he barely knew when the sight within dropped his jaw. The tall doors of the box led to a room far larger than it could contain. Amber light saturated the room, a dome surrounded by light emitting hexagon fixtures and supported by columns that seemed to grow naturally from the ground to the ceiling, which itself was about a dozen feet higher than the exterior allowed. A metal grille platform sat raised in the center, with a green glowing glass tube rising from it to the ceiling, a massive bulb at its base. Around the center part of the floor ran guard railings that reached above Ink Well's head, while set into the wall were two other doors, both far taller and wider than a pony would ever need.

The pegasus felt himself drawn into the room, trying to wrap his brain around the impossibility before him. The Doctor stood at the door, smiling knowingly while the thought made its way to Ink Well's lips. “It's smaller on the outside.”

The Doctor frowned, shutting the door and making his way to the bulb at the base of the pillar as he talked. “You're the second being to say that. Most reverse the observation.”

Ink Well was now following the cables that ran from the center of both the ceiling and the floor beneath the grille to the exterior walls, brain still a little strapped for wording. “How did you fit all of this into such a tiny space? Is it magic? A very powerful unicorn? Did Twilight help you with this?”

The Doctor stopped, looking back at him. “Oh, you know Twilight? How is she doing?”

Ink Well had to think for a moment, the friendly recognition throwing him off. “She's alr-”

“Good, great to hear.” The Doctor reared up on his back hooves, barely able to reach the top of the bulb, which was set with and eclectic arrangement of knobs, buttons, pumps, levers, wheels, valves, and things Ink Well didn't recognize, and pulled over a swiveling display screen, setting it before him. He ran around the bulb, jumping up to hit button and flip switches before returning to the screen. He looked at it one more time before turning a valve next to him. “No, she will be just as confused by this as you are. There's no magic in this ship, and unicorns were a bit of a myth in my dimension, but that's neither here nor there.” He pushed a button, causing the entire room to shake. Faintly a loud, beautiful otherworldly whine like a broken galactic pump resonated between the walls, while a much louder thumping came from the glass pistons pumping in the center of the room. The Doctor ignored all of this, tapping a hoof against his chin thoughtfully. “Well, mostly it's there, but that's a fair ways away, while this,” he slammed down a knife switch, causing the sound, the rumbling, and all the moving parts to slow to a stop, “is far closer.” There was a knock at the door behind Ink Well. “Could you open that?”

Ink Well turned around, carefully pulling open the door and peering into a blinding afternoon sun and a pair of bright yellow eyes that peered back. “Oh! Excuse me, I didn't know The Doctor would have company.” Ink Well blinked in amazement, ignoring the feminine voice before him to instead look at the lack of alley beyond the door. “Hello? Are you listening?” Green grass, blue sky, bright yellow flowers and the twittering of birds instead filled the outside, along with the distant, familiar chiming of the Ponyville clock tower. “If you could just step aside I could get in.”

Ink Well stood in shock. “We're in Ponyville. In the day. How did we do that?”

The voice outside the door giggled. “Ah, you're new then. Yep! This is Ponyville! Didn't The Doctor tell you about the TaRDiS?” Ink Well shook his head, prompting the voice to continue on. “Well, it stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, and it-” A polite cough came from behind Ink Well, causing the pony outside to cease her explaining. “Um, could you let me in? I think The Doctor wants to leave.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Ink Well blinked a few more times, making sure the landscape didn't go anywhere as he stepped back inside. The owner of the eyes and voice made her way past, closing the door behind her. In the dimmer golden light of the TaRDiS grey fur and a long messy blonde mane were visible, along with the small bags she held beneath her wings. Bubbles moved on her flank as she walked past, and while it took a little bit for Ink Well to pick up on, there was a strange cadence to her walking and an almost imperceptible wobble to her path.

The pegasus made her way to The Doctor, frowning. “You're late! I had to hide in a bush so I didn't run into myself!”

The Doctor smiled apologetically. “I got a little delayed. You already met the reason. I believe you were explaining the ship to him?”

“Oh, I was wasn't I?” The pegasus put down her bags before walking back to Ink Well, looking at him with skewed eyes that split the difference: one higher than center and one lower. “Right, so it stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space and it is able to go...” Her eyes slid into a more normal position as she focused on his face. “Ink Well!” Recognition caused her eyes to skew once more as she smiled and began to shake his hoof. “Long time no see! I didn't recognize you without your hat, sorry. How have you been?”

Ink Well tilted his head in confusion, wondering why the wall eyed pegasus was so familiar. “You're, um. You're...” Her smile faded, looking slightly injured that he didn't remember her. He wracked his brain for the relevant details. 'You know her. Way back. Back when you were still a journalist. It was a D name. Dah, duh, dih, dit-'

“Ditzy! That's right! Ms. Ditzy Doo, I gave you that story all those months ago.” Her smile returned, causing him to smile as well before it was cut off by a memory. “I promised I'd say 'Hi' when I next saw you, didn't I? I can't believe I forgot! Hi! How are you?”

Ditzy looked confused. “Why are you calling back all this old stuff? That was ages ago. Did everything go alright after the fall? I know you were worried about somepony, are they alright?”

It was Ink Well's turn to look confused. “Fall? What fall? The Equirer?”

Ditzy huffed. “No! How can you not remember the fall? All that running around in the-”

“Ah, ah, uh...” The Doctor appeared beside her, cutting her off with a hoof and pulling her back up to the platform shaking his head. “Not yet.”

“You mean he hasn't-?”

“Five months.” He let her go, turning back to his console and moving the many objects on it again. “He was at his musical's opening when he was attacked, robo pony, completely the wrong time period, so I'm tracking it.” He looked at the display once more, focused on its readings. “It's starting to fade, I'm going to lock the TaRDiS onto the signal as we take off. Everypony hold on!” The Doctor pushed a few buttons on the panel beneath the display, all of which seemed too small for his hoof to press accurately without a lot of care, before pulling on a lever and ringing a small bell. The entire room rocked and shook, jolting to the side and staggering the occupants as a yellow light flashed on the console.

Ink Well swayed with the room by the door, watching as Ditzy and The Doctor ran around the central bulb pushing buttons smiling at each other. While The Doctor was an anomaly, it seemed that Ditzy had fit right into the flow here, and they worked gracefully around each other. They must have been together for a long time before he'd gotten here. Ink Well felt rather superfluous to the process, so instead found a place where he could lean and pulled out his notepad, trying to find words to describe the wonderful room around him. He pulled out his pen, chewing on it softly to adjust it, then placing tip to paper. Ink flowed with the pen strokes, and over the short period he had, he managed to fill a page purely with the what had happened so far. When he finished he read it over, shaking his head. 'Nopony is every going to believe this.'

A large jerk shook him from his writings, causing him to look at the center platform. The Doctor was gripping his display, looking at it worriedly while Ditzy held down two levers at the very edges of her wingspan. She looked over at him, her smile missing from her face. “Doctor, what's going on? I thought you had a lock on it!”

“I did! It veered off and disappeared. I'm going to try to land us where it was headed.” Without looking away from the display, he spun a valve next to him, scrolling a wheel with his other hoof and pumping a handle with his mouth. The room lurched once more, then seemed to stabilize before 'landing' with a whump. The Doctor ran to the door, pulling it open and sticking his head outside. “This looks right.” He pulled his head back inside, grinning back at Ditzy. “Here we are! Let's look around.” He walked outside, followed quickly by Ditzy, who flew from the center pedestal and zipped out the door.

Ink Well trailed out last, a slight hesitance in his step. 'You're already this far, it's a little late to turn back.' Curious as to the wonders behind it, he pushed open the door revealing...

A metal wall and floor. A small silvered hallway, by the look of it, with pipes running along the ceiling. Disappointed, Ink Well stepped outside, looking for The Doctor. Rounding the back of the blue box he saw The Doctor and Ditzy walking down the narrow hallway. Both sides of it were lined with egg shaped metal things with glass tops stacked two high, and whatever was in them had the rapt attention of Ditzy and the interest of The Doctor, as he seemed to be talking rapidly as he zipped between them. Unable to resist his own curiosity, Ink Well walked over to the nearest one, peering into it.

All that he could see was a layer of frost on the outside, so he wiped a hoof over it and tried again.

Within the metal egg lay a blue-green unicorn on a rigid, frosty bed. It did not move, not even breathe, it just lay there motionless. Unnerved, Ink Well walked over to the next one, wiping away the frost to reveal another pony, an earth pony, laying in the same pose, unmoving. He moved down the line faster and faster, each frozen pony revealed redoubling his fears.

He ran along the pods, catching merest glimpses of the forms within before running headlong into The Doctor, knocking them both over. At the end of their tumble Ink Well was atop The Doctor's chest, shaking visibly. “Oh! Right, you're here too, aren't you? Must have gotten lost in the excitement.” The Doctor noticed Ink Well's condition. “You alright there stallion?”

Ink Well shook his head. “All these freezers... ponies... Is this some sick joke?”

Ditzy fluttered next to him, confusion on her face once more. “What are you talking about?”

Ink Well flung a hoof out towards the pods around them. “Who would display dead ponies like this?”

The Doctor smiled, placing a hoof on the shaking pegasus's shoulder. “Ah! Is that what this is? They are just sleeping, kept in cold storage for the trip, like vegetables.”

Ink Well stared at him, shocked at how calm he was. “They are frozen solid! They aren't breathing!”

“There wouldn't be supplies if they were awake. Not food, water, or even air for the length of it.” Ink Well still looked shaken, leading The Doctor to put a foreleg around Ink Well. “Perhaps I can give you a better visual.” The Doctor led him down a short side corridor to a large window set into the wall. Beyond it was nothing but a moonless night sky, pure darkness filled with a multitude of tiny pinpricks of light that shone coldly in the vastness. Very close to the window tumbled a giant grey rock that floated past on its journey through the dark.

Ink Well jumped in the friendly grip, looking at the steadfast pony beside him. “Doctor, what is this place?”

“You're really shaken, aren't you?” The Doctor looked at him with warm eyes before looking back out the window. “Relax Ink Well. You're in space.”