Too Far Gone

The Doctor sighed as the purple Alicorn Princess approached him through the familiar yet ever-confusing halls. He threw a careless gaze over his shoulder to confirm what he already knew. His head drooped forward as he spat back to her.

"I would've thought you had learned your lesson. Honestly, why is everyone but me so FUCKING STUPID?!"

Twilight was taken slightly aback at the uncharacteristically random burst of rage until she quickly realized that uncharacteristic was characteristic, now. She feebly trotted up closer to him, head ducked down in fear.

"I..." she momentarily panicked, She hadn't thought this all the way through. She hadn't thought this all the way through! "I, I, I'm too weak?" It was phrased like a statement but spoken like a question. At first, it was just a little lie, but as she thought on it, she realised that she likely was too weak to fly or... well do anything, really. She was exhausted, plain and simple.

The Doctor huffed, not believing her but reluctantly glad she had stayed. He was beginning to feel his own exhaustion (though likely on a much higher level) and was himself ready to retire for the next century or so. He scolded himself inwardly. That joke was not even remotely funny, not worth telling and, therefore, not worth thinking.

"Fine," the grey pegasus spoke with a groan, "you can stay for a little while, but in three days I'm kicking your ass off wherever we are. I don't care where, honest. You will be hurled into the damned cold reaches of space, do you understand?"

He still spoke back to her, but was at least looking at her now. She nodded quietly as she continued to follow him through his travel capsules' winding corridors.

Suddenly, a loud, whiny noise erupted from somewhere within the TARDIS. Twilight recognized the sound as the alarm that alerted the Doctor when ponies were in trouble. She watched him expectantly as he just rolled his eyes, shook his head, and let out a deep sigh, all at the same time.

"Are-are you going to help them?"

The stallion suddenly turned on her with a powerful glare, anger already the once again dominating emotion.

"NO! No, I am not! And why the hell should I?! No. If the universe isn't going to even try to keep itself saved, then why should I do it for... it..."

His charisma melted away as he shook his head and huffed, trotting further down the corridors with a meek ex-companion following behind him. He did not even look back as he turned into the bedroom. She followed him still. He flopped, tired, onto the bed, small, spaced out tears discreetly making their way down his cheeks. He rolled over and stared at Twilight when she did not follow his example. She looked at him hesitantly from the side of the bed (She decided also, for the benefit of her health, to not mention the crying,)

"Well," he rested his head on a hoof impatiently, "get your ass on the bed. The ride ain't free and for right now me spooning you is the fee."

She looked over herself in trepidation. "But-but, I'm... dirty."

The pegasus sighed yet again in agitation. He began pulling her, less forcefully than previously, onto the bed, despite minor struggling on her part.

"Look," he said finally, "I am absolutely not okay and could not care less about you sullying the sheets." He paused momentarily. "Upon further reflection, I also have no idea why I was so forthcoming with my emotional state. Just... don't argue."

She briefly mulled it over before nodding in consent, crawling under the covers with the broken soul. She smiled lightly to herself as she felt his hooves wrap around her and pull her form closer into his. The Doctor himself smiled into her mane, making sure that any evidence of said facial expression was non-existent, though he knew he did.

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A dark force in the timelord struggled slightly as memories of who was fought with who is to be. Externally, the stallion nuzzled deeper into the mane of his sleeping bedmate, both asleep.