The aching. The never ending feeling of pain. It was all I could think about until the purple pony came. The purple pony with the glowing horn, the horn that made the pain go away. That must have been days ago... Where am I?
Boom! The crack of a lightning bolt woke me from my sleep. The first thing I did was perk my ears up. I could hear the rain pounding on the roof, and the wind rushing past the windows and under the door.
"This is quite the storm." Said somepony who was pacing around the room.
Whoever was talking didn't sound like they were talking to me.
"I hope it doesn't wake him up though, he's been asleep for three days, he needs his rest."
Three days? I had been asleep for three days! I thought about getting up, but decided to feign sleep for a while longer, to see if I could learn any more interesting facts from this mystery speaker. Nothing more was said, they just continued to pace around the room. I decided it was time to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes, and a pang of soreness rushed through my body. It was then that I realized that I was sore. Everywhere. I made a small grunt with this realization. I heard hoof steps rushing towards me, it was the purple pony.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little sore."
"A little sore? It took all my magic to keep you alive. I would have sent for help, but after you showed up, this storm started raging over Ponyville."
Ponyville, I guess that's where I am.
"My name is Twilight Sparkle. I've been taking care of you with the help of my companion, Spike, for the last three days."
On cue, a small purple dragon with green spikes came over to my bedside.
"Hi, I'm Spike."
I just sat there, shocked. This all seemed so unnatural to me, but why? After a moment of slightly awkward silence, Twilight asked
"What's your name?"
I opened my mouth, and nothing came out. A second later I managed to say
"My name is...-"
But I didn't remember. How could I not know my own name? Why is this happening? Of all things, my name should be the easiest to remember. Twilight must have seen my struggling, so she told me to get some rest while she made me a pot of soup. I did just that, finding that after that mental struggle, sleep was much more welcoming.
*** *** ***
I woke up to a pang of pain in my nose. I opened my eyes to see a zebra looking at me, holding an orange liquid in front of my nose. Standing next to her was Twilight, who was looking very concerned.
"You were asleep for hours, and I couldn't wake you, so I had the Pegasus ponies clear the storm, and I sent for Zecora here to help."
I looked up at Zecora, who took the spicy smelling liquid away from my nose.
"This one thing I had to do, I woke you with my spicy brew."
What? Was this Zebra crazy? Once again, Twilight read me like a book. As Zecora walked away to get another potion, Twilight explained.
"She always talks in riddles."
"What did she just put in my face?"
"Firespray essence squeezed from the red fireflower. She's making another potion to keep you from falling asleep again until night."
"How long until I'm back on my hooves?"
"With my magic, and Zecora's potions, you should be back on your way home tomorrow morning. Where do you live?"
"I live over in..."
It hit me like a speeding train. Where did I live? What was my name? Why was I even here? I couldn't remember a single thing about my life. I didn't even know what I liked to do. Twilight looked at me sadly.
"Are you okay"
"Well, no, I'm not okay. I can't remember a single thing about myself."
"Maybe you hit your head too hard when you fell."
I looked at Twilight, very confused. "When did I fall? Is that how I got here?"
Twilight looked back at me, even more confused than I was. "You don't know what happened? Ugh, I was going to ask you as soon as you got better. You see, there are remnants of powerful magic that I don't understand where you fell. There's even a small crater in the ground."
"Wait, if you don't know what happened, how do you know I fell?"
"I'm just assuming, based on your injuries."
"Take me-" I started to say, but was interrupted by Zecora literally pouring a blue potion down my throat. I started to ask what it was, but it became quite obvious as my head hit the pillow.
*** *** ***
I woke to once again find Twilight standing near me.
"We need to stop doing this." I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It was morning, I had slept another day.
"Sorry, I didn't know she was going to do that either. But on a brighter note, you should be all healed up."
"Really?!" I asked, feeling a huge grin take over my face.
"Haha, yep! Why don't you try standing up, maybe we can take a walk around Ponyville."
I jumped out of bed and ran a lap around the room, and almost fell over in the process. My legs felt... Awkward. Almost like I hadn't used them before. I walked a few laps to get used to them, staring at them all the while.
"Sometimes it's hard after you've been injured for a while." Twilight said.
"Why don't you try flying?"
Why not? I bent my knees, flapped my wings, and... Nothing happened.
"I... I don't think I know how to fly."
"You do look a bit unfamiliar with it. I don't know much about flying, but maybe Rainbow Dash can help you. Would you like to go see her?"
I was about to say yes, but then I remembered what Twilight had said to me before Zacora knocked me out.
"No, I want to see where I fell."
Twilight looked at me uncertainly. "Are you sure? Maybe we should wait until your memory comes back. Relearning how to fly could help."
"No, I need to do this."
Twilight gave me an odd nod in acknowledgement, and opened the door. I followed her towards the door, suddenly wondering what the outside world looked like. Why should I wonder that? I'm pretty sure I've been outside before. Oh well, I guess I'm about to find out.
Author's Note
This is just an opening chapter to the story, I plan in making the other chapters longer. As you may have guessed, this will become a Torchwood/Doctor Who/MLP crossover. I'm new to writing, so corrections and ideas are always appreciated.
"Jack, he's waking up!" I heard somebody shout as I cracked open my eyes.
"Make sure he stays secure!"
Secure? Are they talking about me? I opened my eyes the rest of the way, there was a bright light shining right over me. I tried to look around, but my head was strapped down. After a quick round of violent struggling, I found that there were straps on my head, wrists, ankles, and waist.
"What's going on!?" I shouted. I tried to make it sound angry, but fear and confusion seeped into my voice.
"Why don't you tell me?" A brown haired man dressed like a doctor said as he came over to check the straps.
"How did you get in here?"
"What? How did I get in here? I was about to ask you the same thing! I don't even know where here is!"
The man gave me a flat look. "So you want to do it that way. Jack, he doesn't want to talk."
Footsteps sounded, coming closer. "Who are you and what do you want." A in a large coat asked as he strides over to me.
"I'm... I'm..." I couldn't remember... I couldn't remember my own name...
"Alright, we can play it like that. Owen, put him out."
"No! Wait! I can't-" I was cut short by a needle in my arm, that put me sound asleep.
*** *** ***
In... Out... In... Out...
I took each raspy breath deliberately as I slowly came to. Raspy? What's wrong with my throat? I took a large breath to clear my throat with, and that's when I noticed it. The breathing continued while I held my breath. It wasn't my breathing.
My eyes snapped open and went wide with shock. I was in a small cell with concrete walls, concrete benches coming out of the walls, and a glass door that I'm guessing was bullet proof. Laying down across from me was a sleeping... Something... It looked like a monster from some story you read as a child. It was the size of a large muscular man, it had large teeth, a hairless, rodent like face, and it was wearing a jumpsuit. It was also sleeping, which I was very grateful for.
"It's called a Weevil. It's been sedated, for now." The man with the trench coat had appeared outside the door.
"I'll make you a deal. You tell me who you are and how you got in here, I'll let you out before that thing wakes up and eats you."
"Please, you have to believe me! I don't know how I got here, I thought you brought me in!"
The man gave me a stern look fora few seconds, and then a smile broke out on his face. "I believe you"
"You do?"
"I put a chip on the back of your neck, it won't let you lie. That's why I put you in the cell with the weevil, I figured it would distract you from it."
I looked at him strangely. This must be some sort of trick.
"Here, why don't you come on out, I'm Captain Jack Harkness, you can call me Jack." He said as he opened the door.
Still cautious, I slowly got up and walked out of the cell, and followed Jack down a hallway leading to a large underground chamber filled with technology.
"Welcome to Torchwood."
He took me into a room with a projection screen and a long table, which four people were sitting at.
"This is Owen, Tosh, Gwen, and Ianto."
They waved a quick hello to me, but it was obvious that we were about to get down to business.
"You can sit down by Owen over there. Owen, take that chip out for him."
As Owen took the chip off of the back of my neck, which was surprisingly painless, Jack opened a video up on the screen.
"The CCTV network went offline a second before your appearance, but we managed to get this."
He played the video. First, the camera was just rebooting, then it showed a view of a plaza, open space. There was a large reflective monument of some sort in the center. The same monument, I realized, that was going right through the center of the building we were in. After a second, I noticed myself, laying on the sidewalk, naked, and sleeping. There were burn marks on the concrete around me. The section of sidewalk that I was on suddenly started sinking into the ground, and down I went, apparently going to where I am now.
The video stopped, and Jack said "That's all we got of your entrance. I can tell you though, we all heard a small explosion right before you came down. We assumed that you had knocked yourself unconscious with your own explosive device, attempting to get into the hub."
"Is that where I am now? The hub?"
"Yes, this is the Torchwood hub, but we have bigger things to worry about. Tosh was just looking at the recordings of the rift at the time of your entrance. There was a huge spike of rift energy when you came in."
What is this guy talking about? "Rift energy?" I asked, not trying at all to mask my confusion.
"Cardiff, where we are now, is in the center of a rift, a tear in the fabric of time and space. It routinely throws things from other times and universes into our world. But you're not from another universe, or another time. That's the mystery. You don't remember anything about your past?"
"No, not a single thing...." I replied solemnly.
"Well we can't have him walking around without a name can we?" Gwen chimed in.
"What should we call you love?"
"I don't know, I just...." It was too much, it was all starting to hit me. I was here with those strange people, I didn't even know my own name, and I had absolutely no idea what to do. It didn't take long for me to start tearing up.
"Oh it's alright, why don't you come with me. We'll get your fingerprints, a DNA sample, and who knows, we might yet find out who you are." Gwen led me to back to the table that I was laying of when I first woke up. She took my fingerprint, a small blood sample, and a picture, for some fancy facial recognition software. I stood looking over her shoulder, fingers crossed as she plugged the information into the computer, and began searching for my identity.
Jack walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "This is going to take a while. We searched for clues, but we found nothing, just a few scorch marks, would you like to see it?"
Apprehension grasped me for a moment at the thought of going outside... Why? It's not like I've never been outside before...
"Sure" I agreed.
Jack pressed a button, and a panel lowered from the ceiling. We got on, and once again I started to feel weird about being outside. The concrete platform started to raise. As I looked up and saw the blue sky above me, fear clenched at my gut. Here we go.
Author's Note
I just recently regained the compulsion to write stories again. I started off by adding a bit to this chapter. More chapters on the way, along with another story.
