Sunlight streamed through a sliver in the curtains. The light came to rest across the face of Twilight Sparkle as she slept. Twilight began to shift, her face contorted, as if to move the light off of her face. Finally, her eyes sprung open and she gave a disgruntled sigh, annoyed at the world for waking her up.

"Uggh, Spike! Are you awake?" Twilight called out.

The dragon remained silent for a moment before finally replying, "no."

"Make us some breakfast, Spike." Twilight retorted, groggily. Spike gave an grumpy grumble, but managed to haul himself off of where he was sleeping and begin walking to the kitchen.

Twilight remained where she was, staring at the roof. The air felt heavy and her blanket seem to want to keep her in the bed, but she knew it would do her no good to stay in bed all day; so making the, what felt like, monumental task to roll herself out of bed, she walked over to the mirror on her wall. Without warning her horn began to glow and next to her an aura surrounded her hairbrush, it floated up to her mane and got to brushing out the knots her hair had accumulated while she slept. Ever since an adventure in the Everfree forest, Twilight had a gained a paranoia about her horn; but when she parted her hair around her horn she was happy to see it hadn't gained any spots during the night.

Making her way down the stairs the smell of pancakes cooking hit her nostrils, causing Twilight to inhale deeply and exhale happily.

"Spike, you didn't have to go to so much trouble, some toast would've been fine." Twilight said walking into the kitchen.

"It's really no problem, Twilight. Besides, I was hungry for pancakes." Spike replied. Spike stood in the kitchen, wearing his favourite pink apron, and standing on his tippy-talons just to be able to see the pancakes he was cooking. In one claw he held the pan and in the other a spatula, presumably to flip the pancakes. Next to him was three plates, one of them held a stack of pancakes.

Twilight didn't dare come into the kitchen, she had proven herself very incapable of cooking, and so she felt she would invoke some taboo for walking in while someone else was cooking; so instead she chose to lean on the door frame with just her head in the kitchen, waiting for the pancakes to be ready. The kitchen itself wasn't very big but it would've held Twilight and Spike comfortably. Directly in front of her was Spike, and to her right was an old storage cupboard that held a bunch of old books; Twilight was slowly reintegrating the books in there, to the main library.

Although she would never admit it, Twilight had a guilty pleasure. Finding old science books and pointing out errors or flaws in the experiments and hypothesis' in the books. She had been putting a couple of books aside from the cupboard to read and make fun of later; and now she was almost finished clearing out the cupboard, so today was the day she was finally going to start reading the defective books. The thought of this led a smile to creep onto her face.

"Twilight? Twi? You in there? Helloooo?" The baby dragon stood there waving his hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. She was so caught up in her thoughts she barely noticed Spike calling her name.

"Oh, sorry Spike, I must've looked a thousand miles away." Twilight responded, apologetically.

"Sure Twi, that's great, but do you think you could help me with this?" Spike said pointing out the fact he was struggling to hold onto the two plates that were stacked with pancakes. Twilight giggled at the dragons predicament, but took one of the plates into her magical grasp and led it to the counter , with Spike following close behind.

"Thanks Twilight, those pancakes are really heavy." Spike commented as he placed his own stack on the table.

"They're only heavy because you made so many." Twilight responded, rolling her eyes. Twilight didn't think the pancakes were heavy, at least not mentally. Magic requires a certain amount of focus, and the heavier something is the more focus it requires, and for someone who reads for fun, the pancakes weren't very taxing for her mind.

With the two stacks on the counter, they dug in; occasionally making light conversation concerning what the would do today. Twilight told Spike of her plans to read once the storage cupboard was cleared out.

"Wow, Twilight only you could make a day out of reading; I'll be at Sugarcube Corner all day, Pinkie said that she was trying out a new party cannon, and a new cake recipe. She says it's so tasty it'll make the air edible." Spike said in hushed tones, like Pinkie concocting a new way to party was a secret to anypony.

"That sounds like fun, Spike. Be sure to put aside some of that cake for me." Twilight replied.

"Are you sure you don't want to come? It'll be a lot of fun, I think Rainbow Dash and Rarity will be there."

"No, I'm sure. Besides wouldn't you want less people there if Rarity is coming?" Twilight asked with a smirk.

"N-No, it's not like that. I just thought maybe you'd have more fun if you went out with your friends." Spike stuttered, a heavy blush consuming his cheeks. Twilight just laughed at his reaction before going back to her pancakes.

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After finishing breakfast, Spike had set out some food for Owlowiscious, said goodbye and left the library to go to Sugarcube Corner. Twilight waved goodbye to him and when he was becoming noticeably smaller with distance, she retreated back into the library where a stack of books, about fifteen thick, rested beside a wooden desk, with an open book on top of it. Twilight was giddy with the idea of having the house all to herself, no interruptions, no noise, just her and her books.

Walking over to the desk, her eyes locked onto the top of the page, the title read: 'Atomic Models and You'. With a coy smile she turned the page over and began reading, next to her was a quill and some red ink, to highlight any mistakes she found.

Hours went by and she was about halfway through the pile, the red ink was beginning to become a little scarce, and several books were open next to her with red circles around some of the lettering. She was ruthless, pointing out any grammatical mistakes along side any scientific ones. The next book was called 'A Theory on Magical Mathematics'. She had read this book before, but she had noticed it was the 'Original and Unedited' version as the cover proudly displayed. She grinned broadly, knowing that mathematics was one of her strong suits.

"Mr. Book, prepare to be revised!" Twilight proclaimed loudly. Going at it like a madmare, Twilight flipped through the pages, carefully scanning for any mistakes. It took about an hour to reach the last page, and in that time, Twilight had circled nothing.

"Huh... I thought that would be easier." Twilight said to nopony. Turning back to the front, Twilight began to reread it carefully analysing each word to make sure nothing was amiss.

Taking about four hours longer than the first time, Twilight still came up empty handed. "This doesn't seem to be working, but there are plenty of mistakes in the revied version! I just don't get it." Twilight commented. She turned back to the front and slowly reread the title.

"A... Theo... ry... on... Magic... al... Math... mat... ics." Twilight said, slowly reading the raised letters. "It's the same! Maybe someone else wrote this." Although she didn't think that was likely, she did lower her eyes to the bottom of the cover. "See! Dr. Technic Electric! Exactly the sa-. Wait, what? Dr. Technic Electric? who in the hay is Dr. Technic Electric? The revised version says it was written by Dr. Emit Earth. Why does this one say Dr. Technic Electric?" Twilight had begun ranting to nopony but herself, trying to make sense of the situation. Turning the book over, Twilight began to read the author's notes, hoping they might shed some light on the what was going.

Uh... do you know how much of a pain it is to publish a story without the help of a printing press and still make it look typed? It's a big pain.

First, let me tell you about myself, at the moment I am twelve, and the year is 988 of Celestia's Lonely Rule. It doesn't really matter if you believe me or not but I am a child prodigy, or so I've been told, I grew up in Canterlot, after showing a lot of promise I was snatched up by the Princess and she let me live in the Canterlot castle from about six. I have no friends, but that's okay, Celestia says I have some sort developmental disorder, and so I have never really been bothered by friends. I only really know Celestia and another girl Twilight... something. Celestia says she and I have a lot in common, but I had my books to read so, I guess I never met her.

Anyway if you're reading this you are probably pretty confused. I don't want to disclose full details but if you can come to Canterlot and ask for me, that would be a big help, and try and be discreet about. There are some people who would rather I didn't come to light.

"What in the hay? This guy knew me?" Twilight was astounded by this revelation. She racked her brain for any time she had heard the name Technic Electric. She had some sparse memories of her childhood, where Celestia would say something similar to that name, but she couldn't be sure. Giving an exasperated sigh, Twilight said "Why did I have to be such a nerd growing up?!"

"You weren't that bad." Spike's voice floated in from the doorway. Twilight didn't even here the door open. "What are you doing, Twi? I thought you would've finished that pile by now. What's up? Oh, and I brought back some cake for you." Spike said nonchalantly, putting his things down.

"Quick! Spike, do you remember Celestia saying anything about somepony named Technic Electric, when we lived in Canterlot?" Twilight asked, pressing her nose up against Spike's face.

Backing away a bit, spike rubbed his face, specifically the area where Twilight had pressed up against. "Uhh, yeah I remember something like that, she wanted you to meet him because you two were similar or something. But she stopped mentioning him when you were ten or eleven."

Twilight sat quietly listening to his answer. "I see, well then, Spike go pack your bags, we're going to Canterlot in the morning." Twilight said solemnly.

"What? But why?" Spike said, somewhat distraught.

"I'll explain on the way there but right now you need to get some sleep. We've got a long trip tomorrow." Spike just gave a defeated sigh, before walking around Twilight to hopefully get ready for bed.

It might have seemed a little weird, but Twilight's mind was made up. Who was this mysterious Doctor? Why did he have to publish a book by himself? Why didn't he want to explain everything in the author's notes? And why did he need someone to discreetly ask for him at Canterlot? There were just too many questions and only one stallion with the answers.

Peering out the window, Twilight looked out at Canterlot in the distance. "You'd better deliver, Dr. Electric." Twilight whispered, hoping that it would somehow find it's way to the perplexing Doctor.

Author's Note

Hey there, first story so if you're reading this, you probably read the story, so thanks for that. Like if you liked it and favourite it if you feel brave enough. Comments would be nice, Thanks.