Doctor Whooves: ...But Who you know

Chapters

Red Alert
Have We Met?
Alliteration in Third Person
These are not my colors!
Nothing more... Nothing less
In the Name of power
What Remains to be Seen

Red Alert

Approaching the abomination was easy, the night offered the cover of tired eyes. The rain offered doubt to those who would hear. However it was the maze that offered true sanctuary as the mighty guards thought little of the place. Another oversight, another sign of their ignorance.

Tonight that changes. Tonight it all changes.

There it stood. The testament to their hollow victory. The only feature showing to their shadowed pride. For beings of such great age they truly lacked wisdom. For beings of such long lifespans they truly lacked foresight. They only delay the inevitable. When the weed appears, they merely cut at the stem, never once thinking of the root.

Tonight that changes. Tonight it all changes.

One could not fully blame them for their ignorance. The answer was so simple, so blindingly obvious. There is little shame overlooking in it. It was written on his face, sewn into his movements, seeded in his voice, as was many lies before. Now the prison cracks and the one so carefully guarded will, like the countless times before, escape again and wreck the havoc that it so desperately craves.

Tonight that changes. Tonight it all changes.

It's cage cracked, muscles ached, its eyes opened and then I will be the first it will view. The first that it will try to condescend. The first mistake it will make. The last mistake it will make. It does not know what it will mess with. It does not know where the power truly stands. It does not know how one sided the introductions will be. It doesn't know how it will feel to be powerless

Tonight that changes. Tonight it all changes.

===

He couldn't believe it. He could not believe it. Just when he thought he'd understand. Just when he thought it was starting to make sense. The universe always throws another curveball! He'd seen the impossible and witnessed the improbable. He had toppled gods, defeated demons, rewrote history and once reset the entire multiverse (long story). Never once has he ever seen something like this. It was, for lack of a better term, New. "It's like I told you," said a young voice behind him.

“The more things change, ” the dragon said as he scampered up with snacks. “The more it stays the same.” The dragon started to snack, as beside him the brown colt tried to make sense of the impossible

“Honestly,” the Time Lord repeated again, reaching for the popcorn. “Here we are about to witness the LARGEST supernova ever to happen, EVER!" He gestured his hooves to the open doors he was sitting in front of. Through the blue stained wood frame of the TARDIS, two giant stars started swirling around each other. "And what does she want to do? Go into the library and read up on the event... While it is happening!"

Spike sighed, "It's your fault, you know."

At this The self proclaimed Doctor nearly choked on his popcorn, "What!?"

“You where the one that had to show her The Library.”

"Oh sorry,” the Doctor said in mock offense, ”I thought that going out there and seeing the universe would be a lot more interesting than reading it."

By now one of the stars had turned red as it expanded around the second making everything in it's light a shade of red. "Forget that," the Doctor said as he gestured towards the stars, "This is more of a guys thing anyway. I mean whats more man-er coltly then a explosion? Especially the largest to ever happen in the entire universe. Oh, Here comes the best part!" As Spike turned to look on the Doctor kept his eyes on the amazed dragon's face. Paying no mind to the minor event he had subconsciously started to describe. It was the same as the many he had seen before. The only exception was how new it was through the dragons eyes. "First, that little white star is going to suck up all the gas from the big red star and-"

"Doctor?"

"Wait wait wait this the good bit the small white star will adsorb the gases an-"

“Doctor?! What about that second white star over there?"

"What?" He turned to where the dragon pointed, eyes wide as he gazed out into the space before him. Outside there is little more to see than the two gigantic stars no more than few billion miles away. As they dangerously danced, their lights dimmed every star and speck that would've been plain to see except for one. Among the swirling red and bright glowing yellow-ish white of the soon to be explosion in front of them was a bright bleached white twinkle that was nothing more than a pinprick compared to the massive stars that it outshined.

He shook his head and looked again. It is now the size of a hoof compared to the gigantic stars. Something was far from right. It moved too fast, spread too far. It is far too bright. Worst of all, It seemed to be moving closer. The hues of red started to disappear and were being replaced with a blinding white light as the doctor ran to the control panel. As he neared the controls he yelled, "Spike close those doors and brace yourself!" The TARDIS began to shake the small tremors throwing the two off balance.

"I thought you said this thing was braced," yelled the Dragon as he moved from the TARDIS entryway.

"It was!" The Doctor said as he kicked the control panel. "It was braced for a supernova, The Supernova, The Mother of all Supernovas! There is no way you could brace for this!"

The dragon pushed against the wooden doors that refused to close. Outside the light had all but consumed the stars, their once dazzling light a welcome colored shadow amongst the blinding white. "And what exactly is this?!"

Suddenly there was a snap. The doors shut, slamming the dragon on the floor. The TARDIS's lights became brighter almost focusing on a figure laying limply the air. It's snakelike body hung like a puppet before crashing the ground. It's large, bulbous head adorned with mismatched eyes, horns and a smile turned towards the doctor and said in a taunting, teasing voice , "Red Alert!"

Have We Met?

Laughter, the entire control room reverberated with laughter. A laughter the Doctor was more
than familiar with. It teetered on the edge of hysterics and excess adrenaline. The telltale laugh of someone who escaped or rather, somebeing who escaped. "You should– you should see the look– on your face," the thing exclaimed in between manic bursts of laughter, "Priceless!" The creature was writing on the floor, kicking its mismatched legs in the air in its hysteria.

Whatever it was it couldn't be a threat… Yet. The Time Lord did a quick check of his surroundings he was trapped behind the controls and the uninvited guest. It would be impossible for him to get out of the control station. There was however a distinct lack of purple laying by the TARDIS doors. At least Spike was okay, with that the Doctor felt a bit relief...

A relief that became swallowed in sirens and flashing mauve warning lights. What is it with this universe and its impeccable sense of timing. "Pulling out all this fanfare for little old me?" said a all to smug voice. Sometime during the absence of observation the, for lack of a better word, Creature had managed to not only get up and compose itself but also move up behind the Brown colt.

It slowly stalked around the Time Lord on its two of its mismatched legs. "I have to admit it's really flattering," it, raised one of its forelegs that was previously intertwined behind his back and contorted the lion's paw into a shape that showed surprising dexterity. "Nevertheless, flattery does not cure one's headache," and with a simple flick of its forearm came a loud, clear snap.

Followed by another and another and another. They increased in number and pace. Eventually every small finger snap came with an expletive or a high-pitched "NO!" Every snap brought more and more frustration as the Creature turned away started snapping with the Eagle claw on his other side.

The serpentine body that was covered in brown feathers arched over the creatures arms almost completely hiding the gray and black fur that made up what could only be the neck. Its wings one that was bat-like and one in bright blue feathers flared out in anger. Angry muttering and rapid snapping continued, until finally with a snap the alarms went off. Almost instantly the composure of the creature changed. It's straightened up almost a full height and spun around the twist of its mismatched legs. The expression of pride and accomplishment was plastered across its goat-like head. It didn't last.

“There," said the Doctor in a singsong tone. His hooves dancing across the TARDIS controls like there was no tomorrow. "The friction matrix is stabilized, the polarity of neutron flow has been reversed...twice, and the tea is done. Now then,“ The Doctor said, swinging around to see the stunned creature's face, “where were we?" The small brown pony swung a hoof around started to stroke his chin.

"hmmmmmmm," mumbled the Doctor the normal chipper tone draining from his voice. "Let's see in no particular order you have: trespassed onto my TARDIS, taunted me with your bipedal nature, laughed in my face, scraped up my floor, snapped your whatever in my face until I turned off the alarms, and made me spill MY POPCORN! "

With every "crime" the Doctor had mentioned he marched a step forward narrowing his blue eyes. Making the thing take a step back with in both surprise and intimidation. At the end the creature was leaning on one of the guard rails surrounding the control panels.

"I believe we have reached the part where I. Start. Getting. Some. Answers! And they'd better be good ones."

"Why, of course, of course! Certainly Doctor there is no need for interr-”

"What?" The Doctor's eyes widened. "What did you just say?

"I said that there is no need for–"

"No… You just called me 'Doctor!'"

"Well it's what you call your self isn't it?"

"No – I mean – Yes b-but I never introduced myself… Have we met?”

The creature stood there for a second. It's entire body still for what was quite possibly the first time since it entered the TARDIS. The Doctor's last question echoing in it's head. It couldn't help but laugh. It doubled over, clutching what could only be its stomach. Its wings flapped barely keeping it upright.

“I'll take that as a yes," the Time Lord huffed.

"HA! Now Doctor, while I do apologize for laughing in your face… twice." Creatures arms shot out and lifted the Doctor from the floor as it spun in circles. " It's merely because, for the first time since I have met you, I finally have the advantage," the creature shouted the last words seeming to hold more than one meaning. It swung the wriggling Doctor up to eye level with its arms fully extended and looked into his eyes with a sense of longing. "Oh Doctor, just looking back at the things that you are going to experience. All the games we will play, all the intellectual conversations we will have, and all the challenges we both will face. And it will all… start… here."

At this the Frankenstein reject unceremoniously dropped the poor Doctor onto the floor. A look of panic swept across its face as it babbled to itself, "and what an first impression I am making. No, no, this will not do." It swiftly moved to the pathway to of the TARDIS doors, popping up and straddling both legs between the safety rails, giving its already impressive height a small enhancement. It flared both its wings at the side, spread its arms out wide and stretched its long body until it was almost perfectly straight. It cracked a toothy grin and said, "the lack of theatrics aside, you will come to know me, as the clever, cunning and chivalrous Disco –"

"DISCORD!"

The expression on Discord's face didn't have much time change as when he looked in the direction shout all he could see was the rapidly growing cover of Galactic Copyright Law And You as it ushered him like many of its readers into unconsciousness

Alliteration in Third Person

He was gone. He now knew was at stake. So long after he could to do anything to change the outcome. So far after he could do anything to stop it. He was gone but his pride would not subside. He will recover from his fears and challenge me. He will come back and claim what is unjustly his.

I would love to see him try.

They arrived at last, amazing really. It was truly amazing how they can arise at such a time when they could never do anything to help. They were ignorant to what was at hoof. They didn't know what was at stake. They could barely comprehend the facts that danced in front of their eyes. They demanded answers as a foal would demand sweets. They said they will get the information by any means necessary

I would love to see them try.

The silence they received seemed to only anger them. The demeanor that was projected only seemed to further provoke them. Their patience seem strained under their egos and disappointment. They threatened incarceration. They threatened bodily harm. They threatened to take my very life.

I would love to see them try.

Had it not been for their superior's arrival, they would have followed through with those threats. It was almost a shame. They could do with a example. Perhaps they already had one. She was rigid but regal making her attending guards look like they were slouching and shivering amateurs. She spoke in a polite fashion of the yesteryears requesting the few scraps of misinformation from the guard. I couldn't help to hide the smile that swept across my face. She promised on her moon above that she would get information out of me.

I would love to see her try.

===

"Spike! Now!" Roared the purple unicorn galloping to the TARDIS control station. A look of both anger and worry flashed across her features. Several large books hovered around her in purplish pink aura forming a rudimentary shield between her and Discord. She skidded to a stop in between The Time Lord, and Discord. Almost crashing into the TARDIS controls.

"On it, Twilight!" Said the little dragon as he clattered off the librarian's back. He had a saucepan on his head and cookie tray tied across his chest and held a wooden spoon and a lid like a sword and shield. Spike cautiously moved towards the unconscious draconequus spoon raised as if ready for some sort of fight. However, after a few solid pokes with the spoon the dragon sighed and reached behind the cookie tray to pull out a large blanket, oven mitts and some twine.

Before The Time Lord's curiosity could even question what the little dragon was doing Twilight Sparkle stepped into The Doctor's line of sight with the panicked expression on her face.

"Doctor! Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, Ms. Sparkle. I'm fin-"

"Did Discord snap his claws?!"

"What are you talking abo-”

"Did you look into his eyes!?"

"What! Ms. Sparkle stop being ridiculous. What are you getting on ab-”

"I'll explain later! Answer the questions!"

The Doctor was taken back for a moment. Only once before has he seen Twilight Sparkle so worked up over something. She usually emitted a professional, and organized demeanor but now she seemed like a living wreck. Constantly looking over her shoulder at Spike and the intruder. "Yes I looked into his eyes and it did snap it's fingers."The Time Lord calmly disclosed. It would all be fine as long as she didn't -

"Terrific!” The unicorn groaned loudly to the ceiling. The books she was levitating dropping unceremoniously to the floor with a thump as she started to pace around the Doctor. “This tragedy is turnabout to truly tarnishing this theoretically tranquil temporal trek throughout total totality” rambled Twilight as she paced around The Doctor stopping only to glance him over yet again ”...or thereabout.”

“Spike!” shouted The Doctor, “She is Alliterating!”

“Just a minute Doctor!”

“Only for the time-twisting-tour-taskpony to trussell with the typification of treachery! Thus troubling this timorous truant to trepidation that the time trekking trumpeter might take to two timing!"

“In third person Spike! She is Alliterating in THIRD PERSON!”

“Almost done Doctor!”

The unicorn was now practically running circles around the Doctor in panic. “Truly this terrible trial is trademark of...”Twilight stopped almost suddenly straitening up to look over Brown Colt's shoulder. Her expression of panic quickly replaced with a expression of anger. “That terrible trickster that trashes tenderness towards others!”

It was at this moment the Time Lord registered that he was the only thing in-between Ms. Sparkle and Discord and came to the only logical solution he had at hand, er hoof: Panic. ”Now Ms. Sparkle, This isn't the time nor the place to start anyth-,” The Doctor babbled As Twilight practically trampled him in her blind charge towards the entropic entity. The heavy books she had entered with gathering in the air around her, stacking up into a alphabetically organized heavy weapon.

“Spike!” The Doctor yelled meekly as he for the second time gathered himself from the floor. “She is heading your way!”

The magical prodigy stood over the the unconscious draconequus now wrapped in a large purple blanket with pink polka dots. That in turn was wrapped with what one could only assume was a whole spool of thick twine or at least all but the two lengthy bits holding oven mitts over his claws.

It would have no chance to defend itself from the large, heavy, and mentally stimulating stack of blunt hardbacks floating just over its head. The books bobbed up and down with a slight curve almost exactly like how someone would try to "aim" with a hammer. Then, as the books reared further back celestial student furiously blubbered, “Time to take out this topsy tervy totalitarian tyrant!”

As if on cue, the pan plated baby dragon appeared from behind Discord and hopped into a ridiculous pose, that contained the ever tacky "double finger gun" gesture, and said," try to say that five times fast."

Everything froze. There was a noise of a balloon deflating. Hardly a soul moved. Probably because one was coming to the realization of her actions. Another was trying not to startle the one holding heavy books over its head. And the last one was honestly curious to know where the noise came from. In any case, the task of breaking the silence fell onto the momentarily confused time traveler. Who handled it like he did all delicate situations....

"What was THAT all about!?"

...with his poise and grace

These are not my colors!

"… and after we finally cured Rainbow. We immediately gathered the Elements of Harmon –"

"Mmm,” The Time Lord mumbled over a ever filling cup of Earl Gray, "Don't you mean the Emotionally Resonating Energy Amplifying Crystalline Structures?" If the colt smiled any wider the top of his head would've fallen off. If looks could kill, then the smile would probably would be the preferable option.

Since the alliteration episode, the Doctor has been trying to do two things: Cheer up, Ms. Sparkle and learn more about Discord. While he has managed to hear what could quite possibly be the majority of what was known of the latter, when it came to the former...

"We immediately gathered The Elements of Harmony,” affirmed the purple pupil with an edged monotone, "And proceeded to confront the dastardly draconequ-sorry, Discord..."

… She had been disconsolate, professional but disconsolate. At first the Doctor thought nothing of it. However, after hearing about what Discord could do. Twilight's panicked reaction was thrown into a much different light. While she wasn't showing it she had clearly been beating herself up over it. She was hurt, and the Doctor wanted to heal or at least get her to crack a smile.

It's interesting in a odd sort of way. Here is the mighty Time Lord. Who had beaten, the frankly mind-boggling, odds of bumping into and defeating his old enemies throughout all of time and space on almost a regular basis. Who could solve almost any problem thrown his way. A being to which death traps, explosions, monsters, and mysteries are commonplace. Yet here he is struggling to hold his own in this awkward situation.

It was times like this The Doctor wished that something would happen to remove the elephant from the room.

“Doctor!,” the dragon yelled as he rounded the Time Rotor, his unintentional squeak reverberating with his pan plating. “I think he is coming to!”

Then there was times in like this that the Doctor wishes he didn't give fate any reason to add a larger one.

“Alright, Now Ms. Sparkle,” The Time Lord said his voice asserting it's authority. ”You know how I feel about violence of any sort.”

"But Doctor I –" the celestial student interjected stopping when the Time Lord raised his hoof.

" Ah ah ah! No buts. This is my ship Ms. Sparkle, and we will do as I say.“ As he moved from his seat on The Joys Of Tax Laws one of his darker smiles cracked across his face. “So, if he does anything that could, even by a stretch, be considered even a threat of violence...” The Doctor turned and slid the large law book towards the dazed unicorn. “Well come on then, what are we waiting for," the Doctor said as he moved towards their unwanted guest, “It's time to get some answers.”

The control room was trashed. Well, it was more trashed then usual. Well, actually with the near obsessive compulsive behavior of Ms. Sparkle, The TARDIS was probably in the most organized state it has been for decades, if not centuries. Even with half of The Doctor's collection of “hilariously stupid” law books littering the floor.

Through this organized mess, leaning on the TARDIS's whitewashed doors was the Pink poke-doted, tied up form of Discord. The draconequus was rather pathetically sprawled in almost the same position that he landed in.

“You know,” the Time Lord said half way down the pathway, “for a being that is titled 'the deviser of deception.' You're rubbish at playing possum.”

“You know,” Discord said smugly, “for someone who is the supposed origin of the word 'Doctor.' You certainly have no bedside manners. I mean look how you left me!”

"What do you want Discord" Twilight roared as she pawed the ground.

“And this blanket!” The entropic entity cried as he looked down on his bindings, “These are not my colors!”

“Answer her goat breath!” Yelled the baby dragon as he rose his “shield” and wooden “sword” while he ether tactically or foolishly moved in front of Twilight.

"You would think that a generous soul, such as you Doctor, would have at least grant me the mercy of a chair.”

“Oh trust me, I am granting you mercy from the chair,” chuckled the Doctor, “and from the spoon. Oh! and from...roughly half of my best coasters. Now, I believe that Ms. Sparkle had asked you a question.”

“Oh? So it is Twilight Sparkle,” The draconequus said mock surprise dripping from his voice, ”and her little lizard too.” A smile cracked across his face as he eyed the baby dragon. “What was your name again? hmmm...Oh Yes, Rainbow Dash!”

SLAM!

There was a thunderous explosion of noise as the areas beside Discord's unflinching head were suddenly and violently filled with large textbooks.

“What,”growled the unicorn, “do you want, Discord.”

“Temper, temper, Twilight Sparkle,”The trickster said his smile growing with every word. “You know full well that I have no reason to have a reason to stop by. I was merely felt the ur-”

“The urge to show up right on the cusp of a temporal wave?” The Doctor interupted, “Or the urge to desperately teleport yourself into my TARDIS? Perhaps it was the urge to show yourself withou-”

“Is this the gratitude I get for saving your pathetic lives,” declaimed Discord. “To be bludgeoned, trussed and interrogated? Alright! You forced your confession from me! I am here to settle a debt.”

“What?!” exclaimed Time Lord, “What do you mean by 'settle a debt?'”

“Uh, Doctor,” the baby dragon said, “I think the better question here is, the one about saving our lives!”

“Mmmmm, Point. What do you mean by 'saving our lives?'”

“What do I mean by-Oh for goodness sake!”The draconequus cried as he sprang up onto his foot/hoof “If it wasn't for me tripping your TARDIS's Intruder alarms, then this entire ship would be nothing but quanta floating in space.”

“Don't believe him Doctor!” The celestial student shouted, ”This flagitious fibber has been forging fables before fire and farm! Furthermore there is no foundation for his frankly fictitious fariy tale!”

“Uh...YEAH! What she said,”elegantly replied Spike.

“She has a point Discord. With your history, its easy to assume your lying without evidence to the contrary.”

Discord's scowl grew deeper as he leaned back against the white washed doors.“Very well,” he huffed. “If you really require more evidence other then my good word,” with a simple gesture the blankets, mittens and twine fell to the floor at his feet. He sweeped his arms behind him and with a clack flung open the TARDIS doors.

“Then I guess I'll just have to provide you some.”

Nothing more... Nothing less

One could not help but feel awe in a vestibule of such high quality. It was immaculate, as was the gardens that it overlooked, or the toy soldiers whom marched throughout the two. They all were there to serve their purpose. A purpose that they strived and sweated for. A purpose that they worked their entire lives to realize. They had become what they always wanted to be, candy to the eyes and nothing more...

It is almost sad...

Realization danced amongst the ornaments. The pending panic of their old enemy sending shivers down their spine. Whispers and rumors flooding the seething silence as they eyed the gigantic doors. They waiting anxiously for their masters orders. It would have been rude to compare them to dogs. Dogs at least have a sense of dignity. They have a mind to act on their instincts even when outside of their master's orders. Instead they wait...

It is almost sad...

Another moment passed before they came out, a few shirking shadows of their pride wisped in their very motions. A mask hiding their emotions. Did they realize what was at hoof? Did they know what has just happened? Or will they again be ignorant to the facts in front of them. Will they again ignore the signs? Will they again ignore the answers? Will they again ignor-

"Has he said anything?"

"Nay, all that we have inquired has been responded in kind with silence."

"Do you think that that monster did anything to-?"

"Big sister! Our time is finite! He is nothing compared to what is to come. We all must continue with haste!"

...Nothing? Nothing! Do they not realize what that means? Do they know nothing? Nothing is beyond comprehension. Nothing is beyond their sight. Nothing was here long before time and nothing will exist long afterwords. Nothing is unchangeable. Nothing is eternal. Nothing can never fail and nothing will always succeed. Nothing can not be lost. Nothing is smarter, faster, stronger, better. Nothing is scarier. Nothing is unstoppable. Nothing is essential. Nothing is impossible. Nothing is perfect... And to them I am nothing...

It is almost sad...

===

Nothing. There was nothing to describe what was outside the TARDIS's blue stained doors. Quite literally, nothing, zero, zip, zilch, nada. There was simply the lack of anything. It was all gone. There wasn’t even the comfort of a infinite black void that usually came with space. There was no light, darkness, hue, or color. Just a “Just-like-yet-not-at-all-like-gray Gray” brought about by the mind's natural tendency to try to keep itself sane. It almost hurt to look.

"Well! What you have to say to that!" said the draconequus in a smug serene.

“Wow,”deadpanned the unfazed baby dragon,“What a cheap looking effect.”

“Effect?! What?”

“Really? you think we would respectfully regard a renegade reality warper that recently removed his restraints,”Twilight growled as she was barely restraining herself. “Especially when hes running around repeating his 'revealing revelations' red herring routine! It's almost insulting that you imagine that we are so stupid that a single showing your infamous illusions would answer all our questions. ”

“Illusions?! Why Ms. Sparkle while I would appreciate the compliment of even thinking I am capable of creating such illusion. Sadly its is my displeasure to inform you that this isn't so. While I could create any illusion from the Big Bang to the Final Moment, this is well outside my artistic bounds. Only reality, or in this case the lack of, could create such a beautiful horror. Wouldn't that be correct, Doctor?"

"… No… "

"See!" The draconequus exclaimed smugly his paw pointing at the Time Lord. "Even your Doctor can manag-” Discord's gesture froze, as the Time Lord's words finally caught up with him. “Wait, WHAT?!"

“... No...” repeated the Doctor, oblivious to all but the oblivion outside his door. “ ...No...No,” The brown colt continued his pace and volume picking up as he ran towards the controls. “No no no no no!” He blubbered as hastily flipping switches and pulling the scanner around scanning the shifting circles that spun on the screen. "...No..."

"What wrong, Doctor?" The defensive unicorn inquired, "What did Discord do!"

"Oh," Discord groaned "This again! Get this through your thick horn Twilight. I didn't do anything."

"Watch it buddy!" Spike yelled, "You haven't proven anything yet."

Discord sighed, "Oh have I? Perhaps if a certain Doctor would stop gobbing like a cod fish..."

"It's not right. It can't be right! It's down right Impossible!"

"Pl-ease, Doctor!" the entropic entity laughed, "You use that word so often I am surprised it hasn't lost all meaning."

" Shut it Discord! Doctor, whats going on? What is this?"

The Doctor didn't move for a second. He stood there, his front hoofs on the ether side of the scanner. his mind searching for the words. "... A nightmare Ms. Sparkle...A old Time Lady's tale. Like Face-Spiders or Grandfather Paradox. But nothing at all like them."

The Time lord paused again his eyes scanning the ceiling for answers (its bound to happen eventually). "Its like....It's like… You know those old stories parents tell their children to keep them in line? Those tiny little fictions that you would never hope to dream of but know somewhere some how they are real? This is what that is to the Time Lords. They called it many things back in those days."

The Time Lord paused again. This time instead of scanning the heavens for answers, his eyes buried themselves in the ground to avoid memory. "Way back in those days… But! There was one name that always stood out. One name that was always there. The Equilibrium. The aftermath of flawless perfection. Everything that is, was or ever could be instead replaced by a system of perfectly spaced quanta and evenly distributed energy."

"Hmmm, Flawless… Perfection…" Discord said as he put claw behind his head and a paw on his hip." No wonder twilight thinks I caused this Equates thingy"

"This isn't funny!" The Doctor said his voice layered with an icy fury," The entirety of reality has collapsed around us! Do you know what that means!"

"More than you could possibly imagine."

"Then enlighten us Discord!"The Doctor dared, as he looked into Discord's apathetic face."Give me one reason why I shouldn't throw you out of my ship right now!"

"Only one?" The draconequus chuckled, "I can think of three. First off, even if you had the guts to throw me out, your shields would become compromised and your little Equinox would get in. And that isn't even taking into the account of my ontological inertia.

"Second, I like you would never wish for this event to have ever happened. The last thing I need is for them to… Is to have a universe of never-ending boredom.

"And finally, the one whom I believe is the cause of both our troubles has taken something so very dear to me. And I must have it back."

"From what I heard I don't think you deserve your powers back!"

"Whoa! Wait, What!" Said Spike.

"Doctor," Twilight hissed, "When were you planning to tell us that particular piece of information!"

"I thought you knew."

"No, " Discord continued unabated, "he has stolen something much more valuable. Something much more dangerous. Something that even you would respect."

"And what would that be?"

"He. Stole. My. Name"

In the Name of power

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a few seconds, nothing continued to happen. This time however it continued alone and unobserved outside the TARDIS's closed doors. Proving, quite literally, that nothing has a better work ethic then the Doctor's mouth.

"But thats impos...But I thought that you...Isn't your name Discord?"

"No," The entropic entity sighed before turning around. "Discord is a name of mine but, it is not my Name. As In spelled with a capital."

"Well..."The Doctor said in a tone normally reserved for stunned astonishment, "That certainly changes matters."

"What? that's it?" Twilight implored, "That's all they need to say for it to 'change matters.' So someone using his name. Whats the big deal?"

"Whats the big deal?! WHATS THE BIG DEAL!!" The draconequus shouted as he marched up the entryway, "My Name isn't being used. It has been stolen! Don't you understand what this means?! Some ignoramus is running around doing things with my good Name!"

"Doctor," Twilight said as she stared to back away from the pacing draconequus."What is he talking about?"

"Magic," the Time Lord replied "he is talking about magic, old magic, dangerous magic. A magic that every civilization though out time, space and dimension has feare-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Spike grumbled impatiently, "very dramatic Doctor but it could we skip the theatrics and get to the point where somepony tells us what in Tatarus is so dangerous."

"NAMES!" exclaimed the draconequus startling the pan-plated dragon off his feet. " He is talking about Names, Lizard. Names have rather unique magic to them. They shape the mind, bend the body and bind the soul into an Identity. Names are so powerful they can even shape destiny itself."

"That's ridiculous!" Twilight exclaimed, "Names are just ...names! Labels. They are just ways to communicate. They don't bind or shape anything especially our futures."

"Oh,"Discord chuckled "Really now? That's real rich coming from you, Twilight Sparkle. The pony who reunited the Princesses of Night and Day. The spark that rekindled the Elements of Harmony."

"Oh, come on." Twilight said while she rolled her eyes. "I'm Celestia's prized student. I was sent to over see the Summer Sun Celebration. Everything else just happened. It has nothing to do with destiny or my name. It's just a coincidence"

"Then I guess its just a coincidence that the first pony to do a sonic rainboom in centuries just so happens to be named Rainbow Dash?" Discord countered as he moved from the entry ramp pushing floating tomes out of his path.

"There must be hundreds of Pegasi name with 'Rainbow' in there name," Twilight floundered, "Its merely chance th-"

"Merely chance? Merely chance! Then i guess It is 'merely chance' that a unicorn named Rarity has the ability to find Gemstones with ease?" The draconequus continued as he looped around the time rotor towards them..

"Hey," Spike exclaimed, "Don't you talk about Rar- I mean, it could be just happenstance."

"It must be pure happenstance that the timid soft spoken Pegasus just happened to be named Fluttershy?" Challenged Discord as he slipped into the only seat in the control room...upside down. His smile stretching well beyond normal means. "And don't even get me started on the Apple family. Its is almost a shame really. Any other species, on any other planet, in any other universe and I never would have won this argument. You could have scraped together some form of counter-argument. However here you are, you and all of your friends, Nothing more then Puppets to your Nam-"

"Wait a second, wait a second," The Doctor interjected, "Aren't you your missing someone?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"You're missing one of Ms.Sparkle's friends. Isn't that correct,Twilight?" The Time Lord Replied as he nudged his stunned companion back to reality.

"Yeah," Twilight said, "What about Pinkie Pie?"

Discord sat there for a second. His eyes and mouth opening wide. "Oh, Now that's just unfair!" He said almost sounding personally offended, "I expected better from you two. Honestly, bringing Pinkie Pie into a logical argument. Whats next? Bathing ourselves in anti-matter."

"I'm not hearing an answer?" The Doctor taunted.

Discord shot the Doctor a glare that could have ended worlds."Fine, for the sake of the argument we'll just say that Pinkie Pie is... " The draconequus huffed as he some how managed to slouch in his awkward position in the seat. While every single feature of his face seemed to be trying to converge into a single point. "Pinkie Pie is..." His annoyed expression seemed to sink his face as he slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath through his teeth and said"Pinkie Pie is... Pinkie Pie! she doesn't exactly follow any sort of logic, including my own particular brand. Instead of letting her Name shape her, She shaped her Name. Happy?"

"NO!" shouted Spike, as he pushed pasted the two ponies. "Not at all! I've had to sit through all this stupid drama and I still don't know what is so dangerous!"

"Listen, Spud," Discord sighed,

"It's Spike!" yelled the quite literally fuming dragon.

"Right, Spike, whatever, I'm gonna need you to be quiet. The grown ups are talking"

"Hey, I might not be grown up but I am way more mature then your feathery a-"

Spike, SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE.

Whatever it was that Discord did it wasn't in any way, shape, or form speaking. Speaking means that at some point, the brain takes an idea, tries to conceptualize into words, and then makes specific noises based on those words. What Discord did was skip anything to do with concepts and put the idea out in their purest form.

Despite the volume of the sound it echoed off every wall and floor. it reverberated on every pipe and plate. It rang throughout the control room to the point that it seemed that everything, from the smallest speck of dust to the Time rotor itself, seemed to vibrate in its power. Almost instantly vibrations turned into shakes. Shakes turned into shutters. Shutters turned into tremors. It seemed as if everything close to the travelers seemed to quake as the noise increased in volume.

Until with a pang the baby dragon was shot screaming into the "coral" support that hung above him. Bouncing off of the support and landing infront of the stunned equines. The saucepan Spike was wearing clearly dented around his Dragon head.

"Now then," Discord said as the room filled with steam, "Where were we?"

What Remains to be Seen

Author's Note

Sorry to those who waited for this to update. I have had quite a bit of change the last 2 years and I am not much of a writer. However I resolve to finish this with some spare time I have gathered up. But for now a teaser.

What Remains to be Seen

There is some way to describe this. There was some way to preserve and perceive this. Pity?... No that is too forgiving... Surprise?...No. Far too inadequate...Rage?...Yes, Rage, That is the correct word. Rage seems to be the only word to describe it. Rage seems to be the only word that would work. Rage is the only proper response to this lunacy. The only response one should give to the blatant misappropriation to their power. It is almost enough to make one sick...

Almost, but not quite.

Perhaps this is the price for knowing the truth. Is this why it hurts so much? Is that why it burns the soul? To lose the hope that they would know and respect power.... to lose the hope that we were ruled by the intelligent and wise. Maybe it is these atrocities. These over-whetted metal sticks and paltry parlor tricks that line the walls. Fill these rooms. Their mere existence a blatant disrespect to power itself. it was easy to see that they thought too highly of them. It was almost as if they were only showing their mindless naivety...

Almost, but not quite.

No...No. They were oblivious but not naive. They made this room so... unlike the others. Those were elegant, orderly, and pure. They contained polished plaques and glass cases. They contained deviously complex alarms and extremely potent spells hidden just enough to be obvious to the trained eye. They were meant to be seen...They were made to be seen. They were created specifically to broadcast out the frivolous notion that this is power. Never knowing how close they really were to the real power. Never thinking that tucked away in some narrow old hallway, behind a rather boring looking door. Was Power. Power so grand and magnificent that almost nothing could best it...

Almost, but not quite.

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