Once a Time Lord, Now a Pony

Shining Armor led the Doctor (Along with the Princess) to the Tardis, which had been kept in the lower bowels of the castle, inside a storage room packed with crates of every size and description, along with various other items of note like staves and even a giant crystal ball in one corner of the room. The Doctor gazed around the room in wonder.

"Wow, someone's a hoarder."

It was then he noticed Celestia's offended look.

"...Sorry, didn't mean it like that. My mouth isn't always connected to my brain. Quite a gob, I have. Say, what is this place anyway? That little area where you keep the stuff you don't want to lose? A vault, perhaps?"

Shining explained.

"This is the Black Archive, where only the most dangerous of artifacts would go. In short, don't touch anything. There's a reason half of this stuff is best left forgotten."

The Doctor very quickly retracted his hoof from a staff on hearing this. He headed toward the Tardis, and it's doors were swiftly opened and he and his two companions stepped inside. There were two gasps of shock.

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"It's... It's not possible!" Celestia exclaimed.

Shining quickly stepped right back out of the time machine and walked all the way around it. He then stepped back inside. He'd seen many magics, but none such as this. If it was even magic at all, which a small part in the back of his mind said but he refused to believe it at the time.

"It's smaller on the outside."

The Doctor heard him and frowned. He loved it when they said "Bigger on the inside." Shining then asked the immortal question. No, not that one. The other one.

"Why's it look like a Police Box?"

"It's not supposed to! There's a circuit, but it's broken!"

"And you're too lazy to fix it?" Shining teased.

"Y-NO! I like it this way."

"Very impressive magic Doctor." Celestia observed. Like Shining, a small part in the back of her mind said this could not be magic, but she too refused to believe it.

"Magic..." Haven't heard that one in a while..." The Doctor muttered as glanced towards the controls. How was he supposed to use them now? As he thought over this, he pulled Celestia aside, out of the range of a certain Captain's hearing.

"Sooo... What's with him? He seems awfully cold..."

The Princess sighed sadly.

"He's, let's just say he's had some bad experiences that's made it hard for him to trust others."

The Doctor grinned, much to Celestia's shock.

"Well, I'll have to fix that at some point, won't I?"

Celestia eyed the Doctor. Something was bothering him and she knew it. It was obvious, the way he glanced off into space at some points and his general body language.

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing at all."

But Celestia was having none of it.

"Don't lie to me Doctor. As old as I am, I'm not stupid nor am I senile. I should be able to tell a truth from a lie. Now tell me yours."

The Doctor finally gave in. He supposed his newfound friend deserved to know.

"Alright, it's just that... I have friends okay? Or had. They die and yet I live on..."

"I know the feeling. Sometimes I think we immortals live for far too long." Celestia mused sadly. For far too long, she's watched dear friends and sometimes more pass, and without her sister she was alone to bear it all. Nearby, the Doctor then pressed a button and the Tardis began to hum as it searched all of this world for one very particular life form, hiding among thousands of others. But this life form was quite possibly the only of it's kind here, at least that was what the Doctor hoped. And if he was wrong... No, it was best for him not to think about that. He currently needed a plan to deal with just this one.

"Doctor, what are we dealing with?" Celestia asked. "I need to know, so tell me now."

And it was at this point the Doctor finally explained his fears.

"A Weeping Angel, oldest and most deadliest lifeform in this or any other universe, accepting no others. Must have fallen through the same crack I did, only arrived much earlier. Time's funny that way. Wherever you found it, you should have let it be. Let it die and rot away. Now it's on the loose, the potential timelines of everyone on the planet to feed and gorge itself on, like a pig!" The Doctor growled, as he searched through a nearby chest. His lost hand from the battle above Earth on Christmas Eve was in a jar nearby. He tossed various items out of the chest, like a banana and a part of the Eye of Harmony.

"Doctor, one of my best men may be dead, and I'm not happy." Shining said as he trotted over. "How do we stop it?"

"With this!" The Doctor cried gleefully as he held up a mirror. It was right then the Tardis finished locating the Angel, announcing this with a loud ding. Shining's eyes widened when he saw where the Angel was.

"T-that's the Wonderbolt's training school!"

The Doctor turned a wheel like device on the console.

"Hold on! This will get a bit bumpy!" The Doctor shouted and his two companions did so as the Tardis groaned it's signature sound. VWOOP! VWOOP! VWOOP! A few minutes later, all three ponies were outside the school. "Think you've seen it all? Think again, outside these doors we may seen anything." The Doctor said. He and Shining made it inside the school's front doors, but they shut right in front of Celestia.

"Damn it!" Shining swore.

"Entering this world must have given the Angel tremendous magical power if it could do that to her." The Doctor stated firmly, as he pulled out his sonic while the Captain did the same with his sword. Shining grinned.

"Mine's bigger."

"Oh, we're really doing this?" The Doctor sighed before continuing. "Look, I don't know what happened to you that made you loose your trust in others, but I don't care. You need to start trusting me now if we're going to live through this and save anyone in this school. Now, are you with me?"

"...Yes, now let's get to it."

The twosome searched the school at one point even running into Fleetfoot who was teaching her class.

"Hey, you haven't see a statue around here have you? Mad, possibly with fangs bared. Official statue inspectors. See, here's our card." The Doctor said as he pulled out what he hoped was his psychic paper. It wasn't.

"...That's a library card." Fleetfoot said dryly.

The Doctor looked at it and saw a picture of his first incarnation on it. He grinned in embarrassment, while Shining facehoofed.

"So it is. Oops. Uh, what is it you teach here?"

Everypony present stared at him in disbelief. Surely he couldn't be serious, right?

"How can you not know who the Wonderbolts are? Best stunt flyers in Canterlot, hello?" Fleetfoot said in shock.

"Sorry, I'm a member of Hobos United. All of us meet up every so often to talk about, uh, caves."

As soon as he said this, The Doctor remembered he'd used this excuse before. Old age... must be getting to him at last, he thought for him to forget things like this. It had to happen eventually, he supposed.

"I'm not with him." Shining said to nopony in particular. Celestia showed up about then, having broken through the Angel's lock at last. The whole class bowed and Fleetfoot asked "Milady, why are you here?"

"Just looking. You haven't seen any statues by perchance as of late?"

If that statement confused the class, the Doctor certainly didn't help the matter.

"Yeah, big, grey, moves on it's own and very deadly?"

Everypony present slowly shook their heads in a no gesture. Fleetfoot turned to Shining.

"Boy, your coltfriend's not well, is he?"

Shining's jaw dropped.

"I'm not... He's not... I'm not gay!" He sputtered. The Captain looked upwards at the ceiling and muttered "Why me?" as Celestia giggled. He very quickly changed the subject.

"So what's with that mirror you grabbed? You gaze in it every so often or something?"

The Doctor was only too happy to answer.

"Glad you asked! If the Angel takes a gander it won't move ever again. Simple! Simple insanity, that is."

"You're not having a very good day, are you?" Shining asked.

"Let's review the kind of day I'm having shall we? I got ponified, and now to hunt down a bloody Weeping Angel! So no, I'm not having a very good day! Not a good one at all..."

There was silence in the classroom for the next few minutes before Fleetfoot finally chose that moment to speak up again.

"...So, not a statue inspector after all?"