Once a Time Lord, Now a Pony

As they walked the Doctor and Twilight got to know each other better.

"So Doctor, what is it that you do? Besides breaking into creepy old hospitals to investigate rumors that may not even be true?"

The Time Lord smirked back at her.

"Hey, you broke in here for the same reason." He replied with a grin.

"Dodging the question Doctor."

The Doctor muttered "Oh, she's good..." before sighing. "Well, if I told you wouldn't believe me. Let's just say I travel. See the sights and all that. It's quite fun, actually."

"I don't know, I believe a lot of things. Did you know for example, that in 760 of Celestia's rule a family was set to go out on a cruise round the world before a old family friend urged them not to go. A few days later, the ship they were to set sail on was attacked by pirate raiders and everypony aboard was killed. Oddly enough, the family friend looked quite a lot like you, Doctor." Twilight said, her gaze seemingly boring right in the Doctor.

He whispered "Oh I take it back. She's more then good. She's brilliant." before letting out another sigh.

"Okay, you got me. I'm a time traveler. I live in a box and see what all of space and time has to offer. Guess you really would believe that. Wow, most of the time there's denial. How'd you know I exist?" The Time Lord couldn't help but to inquire.

"Celestia. She keeps getting things from you. Once I walked in on her listening to one of your messages and I got... curious. Did a bit of light reading." Twilight smirked. The Doctor smirked back.

"More then a bit of light reading I suspect."

When Twilight flushed red enough to make Big Mac proud, the Doctor laughed. Twilight quickly changed the subject.

"So what are we looking for, anyway?" She asked.

"Well I did a bit of reading myself. There's a basement below here. But on some old blueprints locked up tight as a drum in the city records office there's a sub-level only on those. Now I wonder, why is it on those and those alone and what's down there?" He murmured aloud to nopony in particular.

"Kind of pointless if there's no way down there. I doubt they'd have stairs down there. They were probably bricked up long ago..." Twilight replied.

"Ah, you say that but not all of them. You just have to look hard enough." The Doctor aimed his sonic at a wall after pushing a gurney aside and with a groaning sound of age, the wall opened up like a door.

"Into the looking glass, Twilight." He said with another grin. Carefully, the lavender unicorn stepped inside the now revealed passageway with the Doctor following after her after shutting the now no longer secret entrance. Little did they know however a security camera watched them enter and in a room far below sat a one winged figure.

"Well well, looks like I've got visitors. Guess I should lay out the welcome mat. It'd be rude of me not to." He growled.

Meanwhile, the Doctor and his companion after treversing what seemed like miles of steps found themselves in a big open room filled with chambers. The Doctor opened one and quickly regretted it. In it was a doctor who was very, very dead. But that wasn't the strange part. His fur was a unnatural sea green color and had what looked to be zits, but not quite zits as they were bigger and brown colored along with covering the body.

"It's like New Earth all over again..." The Doctor whispered sadly. Twilight meanwhile was struggling to hold back the bile that was rapidly coming up her throat.

"What sickness is that? I've read up on many of them but I've never seen one like that before... Is is safe?"

"Yeah, the air's sterile. Just whatever you do, don't touch them."

A very familiar voice came from behind them.

"Do you like it? It's a variation of the Everfree Blackwater Sickness. Much faster on the onset and much more potent. Able to be transmitted by touch as well. It's ingenious, I say." Doctor Ironclaw said with a insane look in his eyes.

"Doctor Ironclaw." The Doctor growled. "And I was just beginning to like you. Do your bosses know what you've been doing down here, or do you just keep them in the dark?"

"What they don't know won't hurt them." Ironclaw laughed aloud.

"You're sick." Twilight snarled, her horn beginning to glow with her magic. Ironclaw only laughed once more.

"Oh no, I'm not sick. Everyone else in this city is just stupid. They enjoy the peace with the ponies. I don't. Ponies are heathens and deserve to die. And this is what I'm going to do it with."

"So you're a bigot." The Doctor stated. "Well, I'm not going to let you succeed at this. Not while I live."

"I can fix that. And who are you anyway? I doubt it's John Smith."

The Doctor grinned. So, he wanted to know did he? Well what Ironclaw wanted is what he'd get.

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 903 years old, and I'm the man who's gonna stop you. You got a problem with that?"

Twilight, on hearing those words felt a distinct feeling of hope growing in her chest. The other being, the one whom the words were directed at, felt something different however. Pure amusement. Ironclaw burst out laughing again.

"So, you're a comedian then. Sadly, I'm not in the mood to be amused. Good-bye."

With that, he flipped a switch and all the chambers opened with their occupants stumbling out...