Will the Original Doctor Stand Up Please?

“And this, my dear Isabell, is most likely my last experiment in the nature of the universe!” Said the unruly Doctor, twisting and turning knobs all around the control console of the TARDIS. Isabell grinned. It was like watching a dancer, one that had just mastered a new piece, and was showing it off to their friend. Every move needed to be perfect, or that special, almost magical feel would be gone.

“And this one would be different from the last ten how exactly?”

“Nine.” Came the immediate response.

“What?”

“Nine. I’ve only performed nine so far. This one would be the tenth.”

“Fine. How would this one be different than the last nine?”

“Easy. The others have all been leading up to this! I needed a bit of one to prove a law, a little bit of this one to prove that the elements needed wouldn’t blow up when mixed and quite possible melted together by the extreme heat-”

“Blow up? You told me that every single one of those experiments was safe!”

“And it was, wasn’t it? Nothing blew up in any case. But moving on!” The Doctor said, waving his hand up in the air, the other putting in figures into the typewriter set into the console. “ As I was saying, the extreme heat generated by the breaking of the most fundamental law of thought!”

“Laws of thought? Never heard of those before.”

“That’s because humans are soo narrow minded. They have all these other laws and regulations for everything around them, but almost none apply to them specifically! Laws of thought basically says that things thought cannot make an impression in the physical world unless there is an action to represent the idea in said physical world! All that the fancy words mean is that an idea, the imagination of an entity cannot do anything in the real world if it is not expressed physically.”

“So, imagination is worthless without actions?”

“That’s dumbing it down a bit, but yes!”

“And breaking this law won’t make any holes in time or space?” Isabell said, giving the Doctor the “Don’t you dare lie to me” look.

The look was lost on the Doctor, who was still spinning dials and splicing wires from one side of the console to the other.

“Nope!’

“It won’t blow up?”

“Absolutely not!”

“And it won’t erase anyone or anything from the existing time-stream?”

“That was an accident, and it was fixed! Now can I please get on with the experiment?” The Doctor had finished doing… whatever it had been to the console. It looked more of a mess than the Doctor remembered it ever looking.

“One last question. What will this experiment do?”

The Doctor flipped one last switch.

“Oh, that is so terribly simple Isabell! I believe that this will discover-”

He threw his arms up in the air.

“-Magic.”

And as with everything that involves breaking the law of physics something else must break first. In this case it ended up in the center console springing a coolant leak.

“Magic? Are you pulling my leg?”

“I very rarely joke about breaking a natural law, Isabell. Ah! The results of mmyyyy-----our experiment!”

Indeed. The TARDIS had been surrounded by an eerie off-white glow that seemed to fluctuate and move on its own.

“And this isn’t bad?”

“Not at all! What we are seeing no other organism in this universe has ever seen before! We are seeing pure magic. Magic without a purpose, granted. That’s why it’s just sitting there, but with time we should be able to create a tool to control it. Perhaps we could make it look like the sonic screw driver.”

“Doctor.”

“Nah, that would get confusing. Thinking I’ve pulled out my sonic to unlock a door and instead pulling out a magical… wand, as it would be, would have devastating consequences!”

“Doctor…”

“It could be the matter of life and death. We would need another design to tell the two apart. May-haps it could look like a portal gun, but then we have the nasty copy-write infringements to worry about…”

“Doctor!”

“Whhhaaattt? I’m in the middle of a design crisis for something we haven’t even decided if it could be done!”

“Should that temperature meter be in the red?”

“What tempera-. Ah, no. Remember the elements that I said wouldn’t explode even under the extreme heat created as a by-product of the breaking of the law of thought?”

“Yes?”

“About that. That only applied when the coolant system worked and kept the materials under constant a constantly cooling… coolant. Without it, the system would overheat in a matter of minutes.”

“And the coolant system is broken I take it?”

“Yes. And that’s not good.”

“Well, we have a couple of minutes don’t we? Fix it before it explodes!”

“Uh, two things. The system broke three minutes ago. And it wouldn’t exactly explode, as it were. With the containing magical field, and the brief amount of time the TARDIS has had to study it, I’ve come to the conclusion that we would be blown to bits like a typical explosion. Everything in this explosion would be taken apart atom by atom, and moved somewhere else.”

“And where would those atoms go to be hopefully put back together?”

“No idea! But the blast should be contained by the magical field.”

Something on the control console beeped.

“And it looks like if it weren’t for that, there would’ve been a hole left in the space time continuum.”

The Doctor walked over to Isabell and hugged her. An unusual display of affection for the raggedy old man, but the situation called for it. He started to whisper in her ear.

“You’ve been absolutely brilliant Isabell. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Remember how we met?”

“You teleported me into your TARDIS while looking for a mythical creature?”

“I’m not a believer in fate, Isabell, but you’ve made me change my mind.”

The center console began to glow brightly.

Throwing his head back, the Doctor shouted one last word, Isabell clinging to him tightly, as only a person who absolutely believes they are going to do could.

“ALLONS-Y”

“Oh, well this is unexpected!”

“What is it Doctor?”

“If I’m reading this right, and I am, then about 15 of your friend’s… what was her name? The orange one with apple trees.”

“Apple Jack?”

“That’s the one! Anywhoof, about fifteen of her tree’s just… disappeared.”

“Okkaayy… that does constitute as weird, but do you know why those tree’s just disappeared?”

“Weelll, No. I don’t. But I’m guessing that there’s been a displacement of mass somewhere. Something that isn’t from this

universe is here, and in order to compensate for the mass, something from this universe had to go to the other universe.”

“Law of conservation of Energy?”

“Basically yes. Give me a second, And I’ll see if the TARDIS is picking up any unusual signatures.”

"Well, in addition to the missing tree's, there seems to be a rather sizable chunk missing out of the backside of the Canterlot mountian. It shouldn't be a stability problem unless there happens to be a considerable amount of rainfall, the like that haven't been seen since the Second year of Celestia's reign!"

"So it's not going to be a problem?"

"Shouldn't. But it probably will sooner or later. Remind me to fix it before it gets to out of hand."

"Of course Doctor."

The console beeped, bringing their attention back to the situation at hand.

It was all just lights and symbols to Twilight, but the Doctor stared at them and got that serious look on his face.

Silence for a few moments.

“This can’t be right. There is no way in hay that this reading could be right.”

“What is it now Doctor?”

The light brown pony with an hour-glass on the side gave Twilight a level stare.

“The TARDIS says that it’s picking up an automated distress signal from another TARDIS.”

Twilight was speechless. She had been one of few to ever learn of his secret. Of why he was the last remaining Time-Lord from Gallopfry. And how there could be no more time-ponies.

“Go.”

The TARDIS took off. ‘Taking off’ being a relative term, as it sort of just…. Faded from reality and into the space-time continuum.

The Doctor woke up, glancing over at Isabell. She was curled up in a ball, sleeping, but waking up by the looks of it.

“Wakey, wakey Bells.”

‘Has she always had the horn? And a tail? And that pocket watch tattoo in her side?’

“Not good. Not good at all.”

Rushing over to one of many shiny bits of the control console, the Doctor stared at his reflection.

“Isabell is soooo going to try kill me.”