A lone blonde woman walked down the deserted street. Every so often she looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed. Satisfied that no one was around, she turned the corner into an alley.

The alley was deserted, but not empty. A tall, blue phone box… thing stood inconspicuously in the back. It fit in with all the other random junk that seemed to be piling up around it, with its aged wood panels and fading colors. A white sign had the words “Police Call Box” painted on it in old weathered letters.

The blonde woman pulled out a necklace made of old twine and a small key from underneath her sweater. Putting it into a rusted lock, she turned it. The door gave way with a click and the girl stepped into the box, disappearing into the dark doorframe. What was on the inside did not match the outside as she stepped into a completely different world, the interior of a massive spaceship's bridge.

"You moved the TARDIS, didn't you!"

The blonde woman stomped across the circular room of the TARDIS control room. In the center of the room sat a cylindrical panel with a myriad of buttons and switches and meters and levers. Underneath the controls a wirey looking man with crazy hair stood haunched underneath.

"I'm sorry, Derpy, I needed to make an emergency shift to calibrate the system." He didn't even turn to look at the woman. He was busy holding a mug underneath the panel, collecting drops of a black substance that was oozing out of the controls.

Derpy stood over the crazy looking man, arms folded. "You were gone for over a week, and I was stuck here! I was stuck helping a binging alcoholic detox, which is not pretty by the way. And you nearly got me killed, I was being cha— Doctor, what on Equestria are you doing?"

"Dunno, trying to figure out what this stuff coming out of the TARDIS controls is. I think I’ve ruled out bio-engineered, super virus, and intelligent hitchhiking protozoa, unless it’s very intelligent… and toying with me. Hmm..."

When the mug was filled with the black liquid, the Doctor raised it up, sniffing it suspiciously then took one big gulp of the thick, oozing sludge. Derpy almost gagged as she watched him drink it.

There was a pause as the Doctor tried to figure out exactly what it was that he just drank.

"Well, I'll be!" he exclaimed. "It's licorice! Liquified black licorice! I wonder how that got there..."

Derpy continued to smile smugly as the Doctor finished his drink of liquid black licorice.

"You'll never guess who I met today."

"Oh, was it Star-Swirled? He's still time traveling, right?"

Derpy shook her head. "No, not him. Twilight Sparkle."

The Doctor loudly spit out his drink.

"What? The Twilight Sparkle? Derpy, what did I tell you about meeting important historical figures?"

Derpy let out a long sigh. "Not without you and definitely not without a camera..."

The Doctor's face went very grave as he grabbed Derpy's shoulders in a vice-like grip, shaking her for effect. "Listen to me very carefully Derpy, you can not let Twilight Sparkle see you again."

Derpy swore she had never seen the Doctor this serious before. "Why?"

"Time can be rewritten, and Twilight is a very important person. She has to experience her life in an exact way for history to occur as it should. It's not a very good idea to let her see you. She's smart, she'll suspect something's off. we can’t influence her actions or the outcome would change the fate of the world. It would be an apocalypse every day outside: fire would bubble up from below, plagues would spread over the land, chocalate milk would rain from the sky!"

Derpy gave a nod of understanding and like that the Doctor's expression lightened up.

"Now who wants to go see some windigos?!"

Derpy's hand shot straight up.

[Because you've all been so patient with me, I thought I'd share the first part of the second half, it's just a snippet, but I feel you guys deserve it.]

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Dash walked quietly through the garage. Each tiny footstep a bomb exploding in the silence. Dash clutched the welding rod tightly, her knuckles burning white.

Carefully she stepped over the clutter on the ground, avoiding them as if they were landmines. Another sound, this one closer. A wrench drops off the rack. A shadow jumps out of sight, a mirage across the corner of her eye. Every muscle in Dash's body is tensed for a fight.

Didn't Twilight say there was a Beast or something on the loose? Dash thought as her mind and her eyes raced around the room.

Quickly she spotted Rainbolt resting atop the workbench. It was only ten feet away, but as another noise rang through the garage, nearly right on top of her, she quelled any ideas of being able to reach it in time. It might as well have been a mile away for all the good it was going to do.

Something moved on the other side of Dash's project, its tarp rustling faintly. Slowly she edged around the side, ready to pounce.

Then Dash felt a disturbance as a tuft of air moved against the back of her neck. Something was behind her. Blindly she swung, aiming at the thing's head, but as Dash's welding rod arced through the air, its target moved with a supernatural speed, as if it already knew where the strike was going to land. And as the welding rod speed through the air, it only managed to slice a few pink strands of hair.

It was a good thing too, Dash would hate to have to explain to the others how she almost killed Pinkie Pie.

"Pinkie! What the hell do you think you're doing here?!" Asked Dash.

"My toes were wiggly!" Pinkie said.

Author's Note

Sooooo I've been working on the second half of Episode 2, and realized this has been sitting in my completed box for a pretty long time, just as a little wrap up to a side plot that I wanted to do.
All thanks go to my fabulous (and I do mean flamboyantly) editor cwiis, he's been a blast to work with. If you guys haven't seen my blog that is going to basically give the plot to everything I'm writing for the next eternity I encourage you to go see it over here. That should be sufficiently enticing to get your guy's attention, and provide proof I came up with those ideas in the case of the show actually does some of them (Which happens to me more times than you think. I wrote a story that was basically the exact same plot as Mass Effect 2...seven years before the first one)