Doctor Whooves: New Genesis

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* I'm working on combining all the chapters, and re writing them because the writing is terrible. I wrote this on like 20 minutes of sleep.

POV: Time Turner

My name is Time Turner-- well, it was, until about 26 minutes ago.

Yeah. I know.

I’ll get to that later. for now, let me go back, way way way back to the long 26 minutes ago.

Feels like a lifetime.

I was standing across the street from the parking lot, holding my pfone (© Pear computers) up to my head with my hoof. (I didn’t realize how impossible this was until later)

“Yes, I am. I’m looking at it right now. There’s no purple unicorn jumping up and down on the roof of her cart. You’re at Johnson park, right?” I said, quite contemptuously. I glanced across the parking lot. Nothing there. A long pause ensued.

“Twilight! You said Johnson. How do you confuse Johnson and Donaldson? No, you said Johnson. JOHNSON!” I turned around in disbelief, my eyes wide with semi-sarcastic intrigue. Yet another riot of silence befell the peanut gallery.

I looked across the parking lot again.

There was a strange looking blue box sitting on the other side that looked strangely majestic while being ridiculously out of place.

I kept the phone up to my ear as I slowly made my way over to the box.

Hmm.

The door was open by just barely a centimeter. Looking down, I saw a small twig was stuck in the door. Someone must have tried to close it, but not checked too carefully. I nudged it open with my nose, with Twilight still rambling on in my ear about how I never pay attention to things, like when OTHER PONIES ARE TALK--

Her voice stopped. Not very in-character. I looked down at the phone. Lost the signal? But all I did was move my head towards the doorway. Looking down once more, I moved the phone and inch to the left, outside the doorway. Three bars. Back in. No signal.

“What kind of place is--” I looked up. “...This...oh wow.”

I dropped my phone. It was massive. Huge. It was cavernous inside. I backed out and took a walk around it. Small on the outside, bigger on the inside. Okay, what? I walked in. there was a short path of riveted metal, with ottomans on it, slanting up to a big, black tunnel. it was only about 10 feet long. I walked through it. There was a huge chamber inside, with a large, upside-down cone in the middle, like a control panel. It was covered with levers and buttons and dials and knobs and hatches....

.....and muffins....

“Ooh! Muffins!”

There were three strange clear, glass, round seats hanging from the ceiling. Also hanging from said ceiling was a strange metal head-shaped thingy. With a stopwatch in the middle of it. I turned away from it, and poked at the console. It swiveled. I jumped back, my head landing squarely in the head thing.

“HOLY SHIT THERE’S A SPIDER ON MY HEAD GETTIT OFF GETTIT OFF” I screamed, almost hysterical. My hoof shot forward, hitting the console again. But this time I hit a lever or a button or something. It made a strange noise, and I felt a strange tingling in my head and chest. The head thing seemed like it was wiggling and then, suddenly there was a huge, surging pain all over my body. The head thing sparked. I screamed in pain.

Oh, how I screamed.

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POV: Ditzy Doo

I was just sitting here in the Crystal Empire when I heard the sound of wind rushing over a field. Then again. And again. I looked over, and a strange blue box appeared farther down the street. Just appearing there, like it had any right to! just fading in, out, in, out, until it finally solidified with a metallic thhuuudddddddddddd. And the last pony I had ever expected to see just came swaggering out. Time Turner.

Okay, I was definitely blushing. I felt my heart beat faster. Faster and faster. My cheeks were as red as Pinkie Pie’s Hair. Well, that’s pink, but whatever. I didn't care. I turned my head sideways a bit so he wouldn’t see my obvious emotional overwhelment. I looked up, and he was suddenly right in front of me. I blushed harder. My face looked like a cherry lollipop. I could feel myself leaning forward, almost subconsciously. He could probably feel my heart beating, faster and faster, like it wanted to jump out of my chest and run a 5K.

“Hello, Ditzy!”

His voice sounded soothing, almost like my mother’s.

God, I miss her so...

“umm...h-hi.”

My voice was so strained he probably thought I had laryngitis or something. I leaned a tiny bit closer. Suddenly, I heard a slight sort of crackle from his general direction. His head snapped back, then he bent it down and put his hoof on the back of his neck.

Our noses were touching.

I leaned a bit further in. His head popped back up.

“Sorry about that. Just a bit of residual chameleon arch energy. Should disperse soon.”

“Your voice....it sounds di-different.” I faltered. I felt like such a failure.

I don’t think he noticed.

He seemed distracted, like his brains had been rearranged and he was still trying to figure out where his head was.

“Ah, yes.” he said. “Gallifreyan accent. Oh, and my name’s The Doctor now.”

“Doctor who?”

“Just The Doctor.”

“The Doctor.”

“Yep, that’s me!”

We hadn’t spoken much, so I really didn’t have any problems with accepting ‘The Doctor’. Strangely enough, I could see a hint of sadness behind his eyes, masked by his overall playful banter. He seemed....older. Like he had all of existence in his head, but didn’t think it was cool.

God, how I loved him.

“Okay, I’ve got about two to three hours before my TARDIS engines finish absorbing the excess huon energy and I can leave again.” he said, almost casually, like I was supposed to know what that means.

Okay, I have a PHD in particle physics. But still, what? Huons haven’t existed for trillions of years. So how.....?

I stopped thinking as I looked into his eyes again. Oh my god, he was so incredibly amazing I could barely contain myself. My heart started pounding again, like a car engine with a blown gasket. I blushed again. I think the Doctor noticed a bit this time, his hoof still on the back of his neck.

“So...what’s with the blue box?” I asked, trying to hide my blatantly reddening cheeks.

“Oh, yes. That’s called a TARDIS.”