Friendship is Tragic, Part one
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Jon ran like a maniac to the base at U.N.I.T., rushing right past the Brigadier, a man in a green uniform who looked like he was in his thirties with a dark mustache peeping out of his pale face, knocking over some of his paperwork. The Brigadier was used to this though, and thought nothing of it, and decided to invite the Doctor to a party he was hosting.
"Oh, Doctor!" the Brig called out, "we're going to the strip club tonight! Any chance you'll be available."
The Doctor then peeked his head from behind the corner he was at: "Are there by any chance any Azgoths of Kre'a in their number?"
The Brig turned and sighed "no, I should think not."
The Doctor then turned around and bellowed "Then it's a waste of time! I'm not interested until you get some decent women!"
"How about the party after then?" The Brigadier shouted at him. Jon Pertwee, our dear Doctor and stand-in for Twilight Sparkle, never responded. He simply ran off to his lab.
With a sigh and a groan, the Brigadier asked himself out loud "why do even bother?" His friend Yates barked with a sharp humor "Hah! That guy has no room for fun in his life! Only books, inventions, and his perpetually high assistant!"
Then the Doctor burst into his laboratory, bashing his poor assistant, Jo Grant, on the nose and smashing a cardboard box she was holding in the process.
"Jo! Jo!" he shouted.
Jo Grant, a petite blonde, let go of her poor nose she held out of pain and shouted "what is it now!? Is it the envitable return of Valeyard Moon and the eternal Damnation he shall bring upon this world?"
The Jon Pertwee, who was of course the Doctor, said with a small smile "No, I just saved 15% on my TARDIS insurance by switching to TimeCo!"
TimeCo, 15 minutes can save you 15% or more on TARDIS insurance.
"But, Valeyard Moon is important too" the Doctor added. Then he paused "What's that stuff on the floor?" the Doctor asked, looking at the spilled contents from the cardboard box.
"Well, it was a present from myself to me, all the way from Guatemala..." she frowned, seeing all the precious white powder fall to the floor.
"Oh Jo, we don't have time that," the Doctor replied, hardly paying attention, perhaps not even entirely aware what it was. "This is urgent."
"So are my needs" Jo said miserably, for several thousand pounds worth of cocaine was ruined.
The Doctor used a step stool and searched for books up on his top shelf, muttering to himself until he found the right one
"Ah-ha! Here it is!"
He opened the ancient tome and read aloud:
"Upon the longest day of the one-thousandth year, the stars shall aid in his escape from his prison, and the Valeyard shall be free once more."
He paused unhappily, and then reached his hand out to Jo: "Paper?"
Jo ripped out a piece of paper, and gave it to the Doctor. "Paper."
"Thank you Jo" he said with a smile. He then wrote a quick letter to Princess David Tennant, with some muttering in the process. Then he walked into his TARDIS, a tall blue police box, and pulled out a miniature version of it.
"What's that?" Jo asked.
"It's a space-time mailbox!" The Doctor explained. He then opened the top, put the letter in, and set the knobs for a very specific date in space and time.
He rubbed his hands together in excitement, and as soon as he heard a ding from the box, he quickly and excitedly got the letter from the box, and read out loud.
"My faithful student, Jon Pertwee,
I'm pleased with your concern for the fate of the Earth, but you know, just enjoy life and all that. Your head is filled with your dirty romance novels, so go to ponyville, prepare for the Summer Solstice, make some friends there, and well, you know the drill.
Just go and...Have a nice life.
- Yours truly, Princess David Tennant
P.S. Under no circumstances must you eat any ponyville pears.
P.P.S. You need to supervise the completion of the summer solstice celebration for fabulous ol' me. First look for the apple orchard, the people should be preparing food, but as they include your first incarnation, chances are they're getting distracted by cavemen and Aztecs. Then check the weather; it should be managed by a young man who acts like a cross between a grandpa and a child. He should get on top of things quickly, but he's rather scatterbrained and can use some guidance. When that seems managed, go to a Carousel Botique, check on the decorations; the decorator is quite the colorful character, but his tastes are not suitable for human eyes. Try to steer him to the straight and narrow of good tastes. Then there is the one in charge of the music. He's very good with androids and is teaching some deranged and upgraded ShowBiz Pizza 'droids to sing for my arrival. Just make sure he's making progress. They should all be ready by the time I arrive, but on the plus side, they're interesting enough to be good friends."
Jon Pertwee dropped the letter in absolute despair at those last two words and held his head in his hands.
Jo Grant, on the other hand, cheerfully trotted up to him and asked "so, do we get high now?"
The Doctor sulkily sat down and muttered to himself "oh, what am I to do, what am I to do?!"
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They entered the TARDIS in his lab a few minutes later and set the time coordinates and set the place to be ponyville. "What's so bad about going there anyway? Going to new places, seeing new people, isn't that what you always liked Doctor?" Jo asked, punctuating it with a punch to the shoulder.
The Doctor wistfully looked away; "Not when it involves meeting my previous and future incarnations."
Jo wore a face of indescribably confusion. "What?"
The Doctor wasn't sure how to explain this. "Would you really like meeting your past self, or your future self?"
Jo paused and thinked about it before coming to a conclusion: "Not really, unless myself offered me a doobie."
"Exactly. It's going to be embarrassing. Oh dear Lord, oh dear Lord..." he kept muttering, his face in his hands.
The pillar in the middle of the TARDIS console stopped lifting up and down with a slow grinding, indicating they were landing, and Jo excitedly opened the doors to reveal a quaint little town, with small buildings down the main street, and each one with a little bright green lawn.
"Think about it Doctor! The nostalgic memories! It might be interesting! Oh! Look at that hot young gentleman there!"
He was a very handsome and firmly built man, with long locks of chestnut hair. Jon Pertwee approached him and asked innocently and politely, "um, hello?"
The highly attractive man turned and suddenly gasped, and ran away.
"You're right, Jo, that was interesting" the Doctor said with dry and even slightly hostile sarcasm. "Let's go to our first assignment."
This was of course the gathering of food for the summer solstice for Princess David Tennant.
There are many worlds, but they all share the same destiny, and here, we see a world share the same fate as Eqestria...
Once upon a time, in the magic horror known as the BBC World, there were two great princesses, Princess David Tennant and Princess Christopher Eccleston. They governed the day and the night. They were arguably the second handsomest Doctors (sorry, Colin Baker and Peter Capaldi are more handsome than big-ears and bent-nose; so is Paul McGann) and more debatably still, the second hottest or something like that (Matt Smith and Jon Pertwee may have funnier faces, but slightly firmer figures; Paul McGann's figure is also firmer; this makes him the single most attractive Doctor). Anyway, because as most fangirls have really picky tastes they began to say "skip the Ninth" because for some reason in fan-frick brains, the Ninth's more tender moments from "Father's Day" and his silly moments from "The Empty Child" and "The Doctor Dances" never happened. What the frick?! Anyway Princess Eccleston found himself with fewer fangirls than Princess David Tennant, and so out of raw envy he turned into Valeyard Moon!
He threatened to permanently enshroud the Earth with darkness and bananas, so Princess David Tennant had to stop him. He tried to reason with Princess Eccleston,but when your fanbase of groupies is largely made up of "Twilight-Mom" types rather than hot young girls, there is no reasoning. So ultimately, Princess Tennant had to use the Eyes of Harmony to send Valeyard Moon into, well, the Moon, until he could think of a cure.
Meanwhile, Princess Eccleston would be stuck in the Moon doing Moony-Woony things, until the set time would end and he would make his escape.
Those were the words young Jon Pertwee, a tall and leanly built man who looked like he was in his latemost 40s with hair of mottled white, silver, grey, blonde, red, and brown, read (he was at the tender age of 600).
"Now I'm sure I read something like this somewhere before, about the Eyes of Harmony, but I'm not sure where...hm."
