Return of the Master

The Doctor has gotten slightly better in the last few hours, but not much. The spasms have been less frequent, and his fever has gone down, though he hasn't woken up yet. Derpy says not to worry. "He's the Doctor," She had said. "He's been through worse and been back in time for muffins. He'll be fine." Though, Twilight wasn't too sure. Spike was really disappointed. He hasn't gotten a taste of what it's like, travelling with the Doctor. Everypony else has!

Twilight was laying in the spare bedroom in the basement of the Library, thinking not only about the Doctor, but also about the TARDIS, which had been left in the town square to waste away and rot. It was already dead, no use keeping it. As Time moves on, it'll be buried. Derpy said he's tried that before. She flew it back to him. How? Twilight had no clue, she hadn't asked. And it didn't matter anymore anyway. The TARDIS was dead.

Like she needed reminding.

"Augh... H-hello?... Where am I?" The Doctor asks, staring into a black void. He could feel ground beneath his hooves, and even felt wind on his face, so he knew he was somewhere in the physical world. "I- My name is Time Turner..." The Doctor says to nobody. What was he doing, talking to himself? Nopony was here, he should just walk away and get back to Derpy, Spike and Twilight.

So, why didn't he?

It was possibly the adventurer within him. The excitement of the unknown. The lust for mystery. It was so great, yet so terrible. He should walk away... Walk away... Walk away...

But why? No harm in finding out where I am.

Your friends would be worried.

.... What?! Wh-Who are you?! Get out of my head!!

I'm not in your head. I'm a figment of your imagination.

Yeah, well I was Amelia Pond's imaginary friend until I showed up at her wedding. How do I know you're not somepony wanting to take a physical form?

Well, you're not at a wedding. That's different.

... Well played, voice in my dreams. Who are you?

....

Not going to tell me then, huh? Well... I guess I'll have to find out by myself...

Spike went for a walk. The sun was setting, so it wasn't completely dark out, though if he went too far from home he would need to hurry. He wasn't scared or anything, but Twilight would start to worry, and he didn't want that, with the Doctor being bedridden with some sort of super freaky Time Lord sickness or whatever. Spike didn't entirely trust the Doctor, but if Twilight trusted this guy, it was good for him.

Kind of.

Sure, he didn't really have a choice not to trust him, but he didn't.

He walked into the town square, the dead TARDIS only a few feet away from him. He walks over to it, and opens the door with an audible creek. He looks around the dark console room, and walks in. "So... The Doctor had those adventures in here..." Spike says, and goes up to the controls. He puts his hand on a button, and slowly presses it down.

Nothing happens.

Spike sighs. Hunk of junk.

Then, Spike grins.

He rushes to the controls, pressing buttons and imitating the sounds of lasers firing. "Commander, we're hit!" Spike says in a deep voice. "Set the shields to high! Starlit, man the blasters!" Spike says, now in his normal voice. He presses buttons and flips levers, making different voices, with his normal voice being the leader. He then makes an explosion-like noise, and shakes the console.

"We're going down! The alien scum is too strong-!"

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Pretending to fly the TARDIS... How cute..." The voice sounds familiar, but different. It was a Stallion's voice, that's for sure. Spike turns around to see the outline of a medium sized Stallion, just taller than Twilight or Derpy. "Looks like you need to know... Never... Touch.... The TARDIS..."

"D-Doctor?!"

The Stallion laughs. "No."

"Call me... The Master..."