Doctor Who adventures: Season 1, episode 1, Pink

Castle of the Two Sisters

Prince Blueblood was powerless, for the second time in his life he was completely and utterly powerless. He hated that feeling more than anything. It was a dark abyss that seemed to draw every positive feeling in the world in. He had only known this feeling once before. The day he’d lost everything.

He still saw them sometimes, in his dreams, those metal monstrosities. He’d sworn that day that he would never again be made to feel less than. He could not let other ponies look down on him, he had to be better than them. If he was on top, then who could make him feel small again, who would be able to give him that loathed feeling of helplessness.

This creature, this thing whatever it was, he would make it pay, he tried his horn. It merely sparked pathetically and fizzled out. His horn had been useless ever since that day. He had tried daily, not that he’d let anyone see, not even Aunty Celestia.

Eileen, the creature had introduced herself as, had continuously tried to escape from the body of that commoner. He had figured out that she wanted to take his body, something about starving.

He shrunk back at another scream. As the red smoke that he had seen many times now, was dragged back into the body of the pegasus. “AAARRRGHHH. I DID NOT ESCAPE THAT GODFORSAKEN WAR TO STARVE IN THIS FLESH BAG!” Prince Blueblood closed his eyes and prepared to receive another blow.

But the blow never came, Eileen just slumped down against the wall, staring intently at the entrance of the castle.

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Three hours had passed when Spike returned. He was sweating, but what Pinkie saw was not resignation, he had a fire in his eyes. Twilight, who had been pacing in front of the entrance for the past hour, scooped him up into a protective hug.

Emerald cleared her throat, an annoyed expression on her face. “This is all very touching. But may I remind you. MY HUSBAND IS STILL POSSESSED!” Her voice rose steadily and ended with an enraged scream.

Celestia appeared behind Emerald, putting a hoof on her shoulder to calm her down. “I agree with Emerald.” She turned to Spike. “Spike. Could we please discuss this ‘Eileen’ character? It has my nephew.”

Spike pried himself of Twilight and turned to address the room. “I saw Blueblood, he is alive.” Celestia’s eyes lit up. “But he’s in bad shape. She, the creature I mean, seems to be trying to escape High’s body, she grew enraged and hit him. Judging from his demeanour, it wasn’t the first time.” Celestia lowered her head.

Everypony lifted a hoof to their mouth. Even Rarity, who had every reason to hate Blueblood, looked away.

Emerald spoke up. “She was attempting to leave High’s body?” She looked hopeful.

Spike gave her a look that wiped the hopeful look from her face as quickly as it had appeared. “I’m sorry but…” Spike hesitated and, not meeting her eye continued. “His body went completely limp.”

”That doesn’t mean anything.” She snapped. “Of course, he’s exhausted, anypony would be after what he’s been through.”

Spike looked up to meet her eyes, but Pinkie took the initiative and zipped to Emerald’s side before he could say anything. Putting a hoof around her, she spoke fast. “You’re right Emerald. I’ve known High for years, he’s always been a tough cookie. It’ll take more than this to put him down.”

“You think?” The beginnings of a smile graced her face.

Pinkie returned it with a full smile. “Sure do.” Spike looked about ready to say something to the contrary but Pinkie shot him a stern look and a slight shake of her head, and he decided against it.

With Emerald feeling better, Pinkie motioned for Spike to continue.

Spike nodded. “There was one more thing.” Spike looked around the room before continuing. “When Eileen left High, before being forced back in, it was a cloud of red smoke with a ball in the middle. It almost looked like a snake before it-“

“That’s impossible.”

Spike was cut off by a quiet but stern voice. Everypony turned to the source of the voice. The Doctor, who had been silent this whole time seemed to be trying to stare a hole into Spike.

Pinkie spoke first. “What do you mean Doctor?” Everypony tilted their heads along with her.

“I said that’s impossible. She’s dead.”

Celestia was at his side in an instant. “You know this ‘Eileen’?” She raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head. “I know OF her” He corrected, eyes never moving from Spike. “She was a scientist employed by the Time Lords in the last years of the Time War. She was working on a device that would allow one to possess another being, completely draining them dry and hoping to another.”

“But what could they gain from a device like that?” It was Luna this time.

“How can you fight an enemy when it’s in your mind?” His response was so blunt it took Pinkie off guard.

Everypony reacted with varying levels of disgust, more than a few turning a bit green. “That’s horrible. Why would your kind authorize such a weapon?” Luna’s voice held a hatred Pinkie hadn’t heard before.

“The war took its toll on the Time Lords.” He turned his gaze to the room. “The problem is the project had too many problems. Once merged with the device she became dependent on it, she had to feed and had to jump bodies or she’d starve. On top of that, the time it took to drain a creature was too long, so the project was scrapped. The point is she went missing and was presumed to be dead. Even if she’s not she shouldn’t be here.”

“And why is that?”

“Because she should be trapped in the Time Lock.”

“Didn’t you say that this ‘Gallifrey’ briefly escaped, Perhaps she escaped with it?”

At Luna’s suggestion, The Doctors gaze clouded over for a second. But he shook his head. “It’s possible.” His voice betrayed none of the anxiety Pinkie knew he must be feeling.

He went quiet. Emerald was the next one to speak. ”So you’re saying that if we leave it, she’ll die. But what will happen to High?”

“He’ll be a shell. He won’t be dead, but he will never open his eyes again.” Emerald looked down, “He can be saved, it takes 72 hours to fully absorb him that still gives us just shy of a day.”

“Actually,” Celestia interjected, “we have less than 5. She still has Blueblood.”

Spike nodded. “I will not abandon my friend, no matter how much he’s changed.” Pinkie admired his determination.

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Prince Blueblood had given up hope that he would be rescued. At this point, he was just waiting for it all to be over. He would die, and the final trace of his home would be snuffed out. He began to think, at the end, if he had been right. He had to have been.

Eileen had left mumbling to herself about hearing something.

From the moment he had arrived at the palace, everyone looked down at him as somepony who was weak, somepony that needed protecting. Not as an individual, but as a thing to be pitied. He had had to behave as he did, make them understand where they stood. He was stronger than any of them. They who had lived a life of luxury, they who had been too late, he was stronger. He had to prove it.

But then, there were those, like Spike and Celestia, who had never looked at him like that. They had treated him as a friend, as an equal. He could still remember his last proper conversation with Spike. He had been offered Prince hood, Spike had supported him.

But he had told Spike he could not be seen with him, the nobility had a poor opinion of dragons, and associating with him would earn him the same ire many of the nobility held toward Aunty Celestia. He had heard how they talked behind her back, admonishing her for allowing “savages like those within our borders.” He had fallen in with the crowd, even adopted their thought process, all to fit in with his peers.

Truthfully he hated himself. “The pony at the Gala was right about me.”

“As long as you are aware.” At the sound of that distinctive accent, he looked up to see a silhouette of a unicorn with a shape on its back stand atop one of the columns. It jumped down and into the moonlight. A white Unicorn with purple curly hair, and on her back-

“Spike?” Spike rose a clawed hand with a “Yo.” He looked to Rarity. “And…I don’t actually your name.”

“Of course you don’t. I’ve only helped save Equestria six separate times at this point.” She looked down at him with disdain but sighed as she reached a hoof out. “We are not getting anywhere just standing here. Stand up.” He reached a hoof out and yelped as she yanked him roughly to his hooves. “For your information. It’s Rarity.”

“But what about Eileen.” He looked around frantically.

Spike grinned. “Don’t worry. We’ve got it covered.” With that Rarity gestured for him to follow and began galloping into the woods. Prince Blueblood, deciding it was best not to argue, followed close behind.