He isn't Gone

Some leave.

Some die.

Some...forget...

No one stays with the Doctor forever...

Maybe that's why Dinky didn't go with him, even though she had all of eternity to spend by his side.

I've lived a filling life. Became the primary element of harmony, was enslaved and kept as a trophy in another timeline, fell in love with a Timelord. Heh, me and Dinky even mediated a peace with changelings and ponies.

The best thing I've done is be the Doctor's companion.

I still keep in touch with the others, even though my Dinky is powerful enough to use all the elements on her own. It's good, we're kinda missing our kindness.

I miss him, he had to go. He didn't want to, but he had no other choice. We all told him it was okay, and he promised to come back.

But it wasn't okay, and he hasn't come back.

Ditzy sighed. Dinky was somewhere in Canterlot, Carrot Top was at a family reunion, Sparky at college, and her son fast asleep.

It'd been a year since the Doctor left. He still hadn't come back.

On her bed, the mare couldn't sleep.

"I'm still waiting...where are you?"

Just as her eyes fluttered shut, Ditzy heard something rattling around in the attic. Moaning, she groggily flew out of her room, finding the attic ladder pulled down and the nursery door room.

"I really don't understand how he keeps doing that..."

The mare climbed the steps, finding a colt sitting in a clean, square area. A fez on his head and a bow tie in his mouth. Both were stolen from an open box.

"I really don't understand how you do that!" She groaned, exasperated.

She took the tie from his mouth and the fez from his head. He whined, but relented to the much larger mare.

"Do you have something to say, mister?"

Silence.

"Oh come on, I was talking at your age, your sister was talking at your age, why won't you say anything?"

"Ba."

"I hate you..."

She placed the items back into the box, lifted the lid, then stopped.

My Thingies! was sloppily written in yellow crayon.

"Hey, this is from when I was a filly."

She looked through it, various photos, old drawings, and a tattered, yellow doll lay within, a note within proclaimed "this box belons to Derpy, no peeking exept dady". "This is my old keepsake box. I made it when I was still with your darned grandmother. A stallion found it out on the the street. Luckily, he was friends with Golden Harvest, and he gave it back to me. I can't believe I still have it..."

She took another look at the two odd pieces of clothing. "Wait a minute."

When it hit her, it her hard.

Tears streamed down Ditzy's eyes.

The mare picked up her son, placing the fez back on his head. "You're just like you're father, aren't you?  I guess we knew that, but I didn't think you'd start ending up in the wrong place at the right time until you were older."

She picked up the bow tie, and fastened it to herself. "I'm so stupid. All these years, and I never realized it. Guess I was pretty small, and he was so different."

She glanced at the colt.

"I wonder if you'll remember this...Guess it needs to be relayed. It's how he trusted you. I'll tell you again when you're older, if need be."

She leaned in, whispering two words in her colt's ear. "That makes us special, we're the only two ponies in the world that know his name. Not even the other elements know, or your biggest sister."

"Daddy." He said.

Ditzy beamed. "That's right."

He tapped her muzzle. "Mama."

"Good job. Come on, we need to go to bed.