Not so much running to doby DanupertChaptersIt beginsThe shortest chapter ever "OhgodI'msosorry" editionReactionIt beginsAmy Pond was bored. This was one of the first times she had been truly bored in quite a while, usually there was never a dull moment with The Doctor, whether they were rescuing giant space whales or running from statues that can move just a tiny bit slower than the speed of light, she was never out of things to do. Even when The Doctor was doing maintenance on the TARDIS (a task that seemed to take many, many, many hours) , there was still plenty of things to do (swimming, fashion shows in the three storey wardrobe, and enough hyper-vodka to drown a small nation, to name just a few). But no, this time it was more than TARDIS maintenance- in fact thinking about it, The Doctor hadn't really explained what he was doing, he had just seen something on one of the TARDIS’s many scanners, mumbled something about timey-wimey things, and told her to amuse herself for a while. But she had decided it had been “a while” for four hours now, and enough was enough, so she marched into the control room with a look on her face bordering between “amused” and “homicidal”, and exclaimed “I am quite tired of sitting around twiddling my thumbs, and wish you would stop lollygagging about so we could jolly well get going, what what!” I am, of course, paraphrasing as I fear what she actually exclaimed would offend some of my readers. But when she saw The Doctor’s face, all anger was gone from her complexion, for the look on the Time Lord’s face was one she had only seen once or twice before. Piles of paper with complicated Gallifreyan script covering every inch, lay scattered about where he sat on the TARDIS’ floor and, although Amy knew it had only been a maximum of seven hours he had been doing... whatever it was he was doing, he looked as if he had been at work for several weeks. But none of this is what caused Amy to rush over to his side, no, she had seen The Doctor tired before, but the look of defeat marring his childlike face was one that so rarely was seen on the visage of this mighty man, that Amy was now clinging to him more for her sake than his. “Doctor” She said quietly. “What’s wrong?” The Doctor looked surprised for a moment, as if he had only just noticed her presence, but his face quickly fell back to sadness. “I performed every scan the TARDIS is capable of performing and there is no way it could be anything else” Amy looked bemused. “What could be nothing else?” The Doctor let out a rare sigh. “Well, if there isn't a malfunction in the TARDIS, and believe me, there isn't, then ‘It’ is a gap in the fabric of space-time, leading into another dimension” “... And I’m guessing that’s a bad thing, then?” Amy asked. The Doctor jumped up and started an explanation. “Yes. That is a very bad thing, do you want to know why?” The redhead started to vocalize an affirmative response, but The Doctor cut her off “Rhetorical question, Pond. The reason it’s a bad thing, is because I sealed up all the holes in space-time a few years back. Travel between dimensions can get... messy” A dark look crossed the eye’s of the near-immortal man, and for just a second, it looked like every day in his nine hundred year life span was piled on him at once, it was only there for a second, but it was enough for Amy to catch it. “Anyway...” The Doctor continued. “So yes, I sealed them all so nothing could go through, believe me you don’t want dimensions bleeding into each other, but now we have to go through this one... because literally ANYTHING could be on the other side of that thing, it could contain anything from a planet made from cotton candy, to a race of galaxy sized space-creatures that eat supernovas sandwiches for breakfast... and the TARDIS can’t scan through realities... so we have to go in and see what’s what. Any questions?” Amy raised her hand slowly, but realised the stupidity of raising one’s hand when you are the only person being asked, and voiced her queries. “So... how many realities are there?” A look of comprehension passed across the time lord’s face. “Ah, of course, should have explained that first, really. A new reality is formed when an important decision is made, one for each possible outcome, but all completely separate from each other, for example, there is a reality in which young Amelia Pond never went out to investigate that strange blue box that landed in her back garden, never met me, never traveled in time, never helped me save the universe... perhaps the right word is ‘was’ a reality. Nobody’s ever counted, but there must be billions of billions of billions of them. Anything else?” Amy thought for a second. “Will there be another me in this place?” The Doctor feigned fear for a moment. “Two Amy Ponds, I’m not sure the universe could cope” Both shared a short laugh before The Doctor got back to explaining. “But yes, there could be, or it might be that the human race never existed in the first place. But if you do meet yourself, don’t be alarmed if she is drastically different from this version of you.” “Wait, wouldn't the universe... explode... or something, if we so much as made eye contact?” Amy asked, only half joking. The Doctor nearly looked offended. “Really Amy? You've been travelling with me for... how long? And you still think things like that? But no, the universe would not explode, two different time streams, two entirely different Amy Ponds” A short silence filled the TARDIS, offset only by the gentle whuzzing of machinery, before The Doctor spoke once more with a soft look on his face. “One other thing, Pond. Going into this new reality... it’s going to be very dangerous- and I mean dangerous by my standards, so... you don’t have to come along...” The statement was left hanging. And then laughter echoed off the wall of the TARDIS, as The Doctor’s face brightened considerably. “Very funny, raggedy man. Now... I don’t think I have any more questions, and there’s an entire new reality to explore, so...” The Doctor cracked a huge grin, before pulling down a lever on the TARDIS’s control panel, and giving his infamous battle-cry. “GERONIMO!!!” --- NMR--- In the small village of Ponyville, one cerulean pegasus was just dropping off to sleep in her cloud bed, when her sharp ears picked up a faint sound. But she somehow felt this sound was... something more, like this single sound was defying more laws of physics than Pinkie Pie on a good day. That is, she would have been feeling this, but she was too tired to care, so she finally dropped off into a much needed sleep. She would have a very busy day tomorrow, after all. The shortest chapter ever "OhgodI'msosorry" editionThis was it. This was the day all her fillyhood dreams would finally come true. All she had to do was win this race, and she would be in The Wonderbolts. Everything else seemed out of focus as she concentrated on the air around her. Suddenly it was three laps later, and they had already called the race off, as she had lapped all the other contestants at least six times already, and they didn’t want to embarrass the poor sods any further. “And the winner is the incredibly amazingly fantastic, Rainbow Dash!” The speakers in The Cloudeseum blared. And then she was on the podium, being congratulated by Spitfire. “You did so well in that race, that not only have I decided to let you join The Wonderbolts, but I’ve also decided to relinquish my captaincy to you, the new captain of The Wonderbolts!” Rainbow happily accepted the captains pin, and the blue flightsuit that she was somehow now wearing. “I know you’ll do a great job, kid, and don’t forget that BEEP BEEP” Rainbow stared in shock at the fiery maned pegasus, that was now starting to seem far less real. “W-what?” “Like I said kid, BEEP BEEP” “B-but-” “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” ---NMR--- Rainbow slammed her hoof down on her alarm clock. “Celestia feathering damn it! An that one seemed so realistic too...” The cyan pegasus hid back under her covers after her short outburst, unwilling to experience a world cruel enough to not have already made her a Wonderbolt. Eventually, routine won over, and she hopped out of bed, through her bathroom door, and into the shower in one practiced motion. As she cleaned off, she kept muttering things about her “stupid sub-conscious”, though by the end of her shower she was considerably more chipper as she came out of the bathroom with a towel around her midsection, steam billowing out from behind her as she whistled a merry tune. Our winged associate kept walking through her door, eyes closed, as she planned what she would have for breakfast. I think I’ve still got some of that hay-bacon in the fridge, and Fluttershy gave me some of those eggs a few days ago... aw yeah! Time for a fry-up Normally she relented from something so calorie heavy, but it was a saturday, and she was feeling extra hungry this morning. Can’t forget to feed Tank, don’t want the poor guy to- She was pulled from her inner monologue by a sharp pain at the front of her snout. “Ow!” She cried, very nearly toppling over backwards. But she was silenced as soon as she saw what she had bumped into. Many questions flew through her mind at that point, what was this thing doing on her second floor landing? And just how had it got here overnight? But she ended up only vocalizing one. “What the hay is a police box?” ---NMR--- The small impact was not unheard by the two occupants of the TARDIS. Neither of them had left the TARDIS since their arrival, The Doctor deciding it was best -this time, at least- to sit back and let his magnificent machine run diagnostics. And even when it had discovered that yes, the air was breathable, and that no, the temperature wouldn’t cause them to burn up, he still sat back and performed diagnostics. And so, once again, Amy was bored. Though as soon as the time lord heard the bump, he swung the monitor around and flicked a switch to activate the external camera as Amy started peeking over his shoulder. “Doctor... is that a pegasus?” The Doctor merely observed the bright blue creature that was now staring in shock at his time machine. He only spoke up when the microphones picked up its short exclamation. “A talking pegasus, no less” Those words coming from a mouth that had already formed itself into that familiar smile, a smile that practically said “I’ve no idea what’s going on, but I intend to find out very quickly”. And so, with this thought in his mind, he stepped towards The TARDIS’s doors, flicking the door open with a small motion of his wrist. The rainbow maned creature was still staring in shock at the TARDIS door, or rather, the space the door used to occupy, but that was now taken up by the grinning face of a time lord. “Hello! I’m The Doctor” ReactionSilence reigned for a few moments, the sort of silence that only occurs when a drumroll has ended, but the person meant to announce whatever event deemed important enough to receive a drumroll has just dropped dead. ...Needless to say, it was a rather thick silence- in fact, I’m quite certain I could go on for quite some time about how you would need a very sharp knife to cut this particular brand of silence, or perhaps I would compare its consistency with that of butterscotch, or perhaps chocolate mousse... but I wouldn’t want to bore you In that silence, however, you could hear the gears in Rainbow Dash’s head churning. What is this weird monkey-thing? What is it doing in my house? How did its weird box get in here? Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot, rut, marry, kill? … Perhaps not the last one. The Doctor, meanwhile, was simply waiting for a response, as normally when he gave his signature introduction, he would get an immediate reply. It wasn’t the sort of thing that was answered with silence, in fact, he had specifically designed the introduction to leave one specific question unanswered (he had admittedly grown fond of hearing the old refrain of “Doctor who?”). Finally, the silence was de-throned by the first pondering that managed to make it out of Rainbow’s mouth. “W-what the hay are you doing in my house?” She spread her wings out as she was saying this, a subconscious reaction to being confused and threatened, and she had also risen from her sitting position, now trying to stand as tall as possible. By this point Amy had come up alongside The Doctor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the (before) mythological pegasus- the talking pegasus, no less. As she was staring in amazement and no small amount of child-like wonder, The Doctor was making first contact, and trying to leave a good impression. “Oh! I am sorry, don’t have much control over where she lands sometimes, especially when we’re crossing over dimensions... oh, and this is Amy! Amy, this is... sorry, don’t believe I’ve caught your name.” Under normal circumstances, Rainbow Dash wouldn’t have given her name to the two strange beings that had appeared on her first floor landing overnight... and then she realised what she had just thought, and mentally face-hooved. Yes, because those circumstances are verynormal. Even then, this thing -The Doctor he had said- didn’t seem very threatening for some reason, sure he was a good 3 feet taller than her, but something about his foalish face just seemed very non-threatening to her. After all... what was the worst that could happen? “Uh... Rainbow Dash” The Doctor and Amy both looked slightly amused and befuddled by this strange name, but managed to keep face. “Rainbow Dash... Rainbow Dash... Rainbow Dash” The Doctor repeated the name a few times, almost as if trying to make it fit his tongue. “Rainbow Dash! I like it! Very... colourful. Anyway, Amy this is Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, this is Amy, lovely to meet you, Rainbow.” As The Doctor crouched down and took a step forwards to shake the cerulean pony’s hand, he stepped off the floor of his TARDIS for the first time... and fell straight through the floor that was, of course, made of clouds. “DOCTOR!!!” The yell went up from Amy who made a grab for his collar, snagging the slender band of his bow tie. Sadly not even the most dapper and spifftastic neck wear can stand up to the great force of gravity, as was proven when a loud *RIIIIIIIIP* Sounded in the cloud house. Rainbow dash acted quickly, leaping to the rescue to save the weird alien -ALIEN, that was it! They both had to be aliens!- that she had met less than a minute ago... The girls were NOT going to believe this one.
It beginsAmy Pond was bored. This was one of the first times she had been truly bored in quite a while, usually there was never a dull moment with The Doctor, whether they were rescuing giant space whales or running from statues that can move just a tiny bit slower than the speed of light, she was never out of things to do. Even when The Doctor was doing maintenance on the TARDIS (a task that seemed to take many, many, many hours) , there was still plenty of things to do (swimming, fashion shows in the three storey wardrobe, and enough hyper-vodka to drown a small nation, to name just a few). But no, this time it was more than TARDIS maintenance- in fact thinking about it, The Doctor hadn't really explained what he was doing, he had just seen something on one of the TARDIS’s many scanners, mumbled something about timey-wimey things, and told her to amuse herself for a while. But she had decided it had been “a while” for four hours now, and enough was enough, so she marched into the control room with a look on her face bordering between “amused” and “homicidal”, and exclaimed “I am quite tired of sitting around twiddling my thumbs, and wish you would stop lollygagging about so we could jolly well get going, what what!” I am, of course, paraphrasing as I fear what she actually exclaimed would offend some of my readers. But when she saw The Doctor’s face, all anger was gone from her complexion, for the look on the Time Lord’s face was one she had only seen once or twice before. Piles of paper with complicated Gallifreyan script covering every inch, lay scattered about where he sat on the TARDIS’ floor and, although Amy knew it had only been a maximum of seven hours he had been doing... whatever it was he was doing, he looked as if he had been at work for several weeks. But none of this is what caused Amy to rush over to his side, no, she had seen The Doctor tired before, but the look of defeat marring his childlike face was one that so rarely was seen on the visage of this mighty man, that Amy was now clinging to him more for her sake than his. “Doctor” She said quietly. “What’s wrong?” The Doctor looked surprised for a moment, as if he had only just noticed her presence, but his face quickly fell back to sadness. “I performed every scan the TARDIS is capable of performing and there is no way it could be anything else” Amy looked bemused. “What could be nothing else?” The Doctor let out a rare sigh. “Well, if there isn't a malfunction in the TARDIS, and believe me, there isn't, then ‘It’ is a gap in the fabric of space-time, leading into another dimension” “... And I’m guessing that’s a bad thing, then?” Amy asked. The Doctor jumped up and started an explanation. “Yes. That is a very bad thing, do you want to know why?” The redhead started to vocalize an affirmative response, but The Doctor cut her off “Rhetorical question, Pond. The reason it’s a bad thing, is because I sealed up all the holes in space-time a few years back. Travel between dimensions can get... messy” A dark look crossed the eye’s of the near-immortal man, and for just a second, it looked like every day in his nine hundred year life span was piled on him at once, it was only there for a second, but it was enough for Amy to catch it. “Anyway...” The Doctor continued. “So yes, I sealed them all so nothing could go through, believe me you don’t want dimensions bleeding into each other, but now we have to go through this one... because literally ANYTHING could be on the other side of that thing, it could contain anything from a planet made from cotton candy, to a race of galaxy sized space-creatures that eat supernovas sandwiches for breakfast... and the TARDIS can’t scan through realities... so we have to go in and see what’s what. Any questions?” Amy raised her hand slowly, but realised the stupidity of raising one’s hand when you are the only person being asked, and voiced her queries. “So... how many realities are there?” A look of comprehension passed across the time lord’s face. “Ah, of course, should have explained that first, really. A new reality is formed when an important decision is made, one for each possible outcome, but all completely separate from each other, for example, there is a reality in which young Amelia Pond never went out to investigate that strange blue box that landed in her back garden, never met me, never traveled in time, never helped me save the universe... perhaps the right word is ‘was’ a reality. Nobody’s ever counted, but there must be billions of billions of billions of them. Anything else?” Amy thought for a second. “Will there be another me in this place?” The Doctor feigned fear for a moment. “Two Amy Ponds, I’m not sure the universe could cope” Both shared a short laugh before The Doctor got back to explaining. “But yes, there could be, or it might be that the human race never existed in the first place. But if you do meet yourself, don’t be alarmed if she is drastically different from this version of you.” “Wait, wouldn't the universe... explode... or something, if we so much as made eye contact?” Amy asked, only half joking. The Doctor nearly looked offended. “Really Amy? You've been travelling with me for... how long? And you still think things like that? But no, the universe would not explode, two different time streams, two entirely different Amy Ponds” A short silence filled the TARDIS, offset only by the gentle whuzzing of machinery, before The Doctor spoke once more with a soft look on his face. “One other thing, Pond. Going into this new reality... it’s going to be very dangerous- and I mean dangerous by my standards, so... you don’t have to come along...” The statement was left hanging. And then laughter echoed off the wall of the TARDIS, as The Doctor’s face brightened considerably. “Very funny, raggedy man. Now... I don’t think I have any more questions, and there’s an entire new reality to explore, so...” The Doctor cracked a huge grin, before pulling down a lever on the TARDIS’s control panel, and giving his infamous battle-cry. “GERONIMO!!!” --- NMR--- In the small village of Ponyville, one cerulean pegasus was just dropping off to sleep in her cloud bed, when her sharp ears picked up a faint sound. But she somehow felt this sound was... something more, like this single sound was defying more laws of physics than Pinkie Pie on a good day. That is, she would have been feeling this, but she was too tired to care, so she finally dropped off into a much needed sleep. She would have a very busy day tomorrow, after all.
The shortest chapter ever "OhgodI'msosorry" editionThis was it. This was the day all her fillyhood dreams would finally come true. All she had to do was win this race, and she would be in The Wonderbolts. Everything else seemed out of focus as she concentrated on the air around her. Suddenly it was three laps later, and they had already called the race off, as she had lapped all the other contestants at least six times already, and they didn’t want to embarrass the poor sods any further. “And the winner is the incredibly amazingly fantastic, Rainbow Dash!” The speakers in The Cloudeseum blared. And then she was on the podium, being congratulated by Spitfire. “You did so well in that race, that not only have I decided to let you join The Wonderbolts, but I’ve also decided to relinquish my captaincy to you, the new captain of The Wonderbolts!” Rainbow happily accepted the captains pin, and the blue flightsuit that she was somehow now wearing. “I know you’ll do a great job, kid, and don’t forget that BEEP BEEP” Rainbow stared in shock at the fiery maned pegasus, that was now starting to seem far less real. “W-what?” “Like I said kid, BEEP BEEP” “B-but-” “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” ---NMR--- Rainbow slammed her hoof down on her alarm clock. “Celestia feathering damn it! An that one seemed so realistic too...” The cyan pegasus hid back under her covers after her short outburst, unwilling to experience a world cruel enough to not have already made her a Wonderbolt. Eventually, routine won over, and she hopped out of bed, through her bathroom door, and into the shower in one practiced motion. As she cleaned off, she kept muttering things about her “stupid sub-conscious”, though by the end of her shower she was considerably more chipper as she came out of the bathroom with a towel around her midsection, steam billowing out from behind her as she whistled a merry tune. Our winged associate kept walking through her door, eyes closed, as she planned what she would have for breakfast. I think I’ve still got some of that hay-bacon in the fridge, and Fluttershy gave me some of those eggs a few days ago... aw yeah! Time for a fry-up Normally she relented from something so calorie heavy, but it was a saturday, and she was feeling extra hungry this morning. Can’t forget to feed Tank, don’t want the poor guy to- She was pulled from her inner monologue by a sharp pain at the front of her snout. “Ow!” She cried, very nearly toppling over backwards. But she was silenced as soon as she saw what she had bumped into. Many questions flew through her mind at that point, what was this thing doing on her second floor landing? And just how had it got here overnight? But she ended up only vocalizing one. “What the hay is a police box?” ---NMR--- The small impact was not unheard by the two occupants of the TARDIS. Neither of them had left the TARDIS since their arrival, The Doctor deciding it was best -this time, at least- to sit back and let his magnificent machine run diagnostics. And even when it had discovered that yes, the air was breathable, and that no, the temperature wouldn’t cause them to burn up, he still sat back and performed diagnostics. And so, once again, Amy was bored. Though as soon as the time lord heard the bump, he swung the monitor around and flicked a switch to activate the external camera as Amy started peeking over his shoulder. “Doctor... is that a pegasus?” The Doctor merely observed the bright blue creature that was now staring in shock at his time machine. He only spoke up when the microphones picked up its short exclamation. “A talking pegasus, no less” Those words coming from a mouth that had already formed itself into that familiar smile, a smile that practically said “I’ve no idea what’s going on, but I intend to find out very quickly”. And so, with this thought in his mind, he stepped towards The TARDIS’s doors, flicking the door open with a small motion of his wrist. The rainbow maned creature was still staring in shock at the TARDIS door, or rather, the space the door used to occupy, but that was now taken up by the grinning face of a time lord. “Hello! I’m The Doctor”
ReactionSilence reigned for a few moments, the sort of silence that only occurs when a drumroll has ended, but the person meant to announce whatever event deemed important enough to receive a drumroll has just dropped dead. ...Needless to say, it was a rather thick silence- in fact, I’m quite certain I could go on for quite some time about how you would need a very sharp knife to cut this particular brand of silence, or perhaps I would compare its consistency with that of butterscotch, or perhaps chocolate mousse... but I wouldn’t want to bore you In that silence, however, you could hear the gears in Rainbow Dash’s head churning. What is this weird monkey-thing? What is it doing in my house? How did its weird box get in here? Soarin, Spitfire and Fleetfoot, rut, marry, kill? … Perhaps not the last one. The Doctor, meanwhile, was simply waiting for a response, as normally when he gave his signature introduction, he would get an immediate reply. It wasn’t the sort of thing that was answered with silence, in fact, he had specifically designed the introduction to leave one specific question unanswered (he had admittedly grown fond of hearing the old refrain of “Doctor who?”). Finally, the silence was de-throned by the first pondering that managed to make it out of Rainbow’s mouth. “W-what the hay are you doing in my house?” She spread her wings out as she was saying this, a subconscious reaction to being confused and threatened, and she had also risen from her sitting position, now trying to stand as tall as possible. By this point Amy had come up alongside The Doctor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the (before) mythological pegasus- the talking pegasus, no less. As she was staring in amazement and no small amount of child-like wonder, The Doctor was making first contact, and trying to leave a good impression. “Oh! I am sorry, don’t have much control over where she lands sometimes, especially when we’re crossing over dimensions... oh, and this is Amy! Amy, this is... sorry, don’t believe I’ve caught your name.” Under normal circumstances, Rainbow Dash wouldn’t have given her name to the two strange beings that had appeared on her first floor landing overnight... and then she realised what she had just thought, and mentally face-hooved. Yes, because those circumstances are verynormal. Even then, this thing -The Doctor he had said- didn’t seem very threatening for some reason, sure he was a good 3 feet taller than her, but something about his foalish face just seemed very non-threatening to her. After all... what was the worst that could happen? “Uh... Rainbow Dash” The Doctor and Amy both looked slightly amused and befuddled by this strange name, but managed to keep face. “Rainbow Dash... Rainbow Dash... Rainbow Dash” The Doctor repeated the name a few times, almost as if trying to make it fit his tongue. “Rainbow Dash! I like it! Very... colourful. Anyway, Amy this is Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, this is Amy, lovely to meet you, Rainbow.” As The Doctor crouched down and took a step forwards to shake the cerulean pony’s hand, he stepped off the floor of his TARDIS for the first time... and fell straight through the floor that was, of course, made of clouds. “DOCTOR!!!” The yell went up from Amy who made a grab for his collar, snagging the slender band of his bow tie. Sadly not even the most dapper and spifftastic neck wear can stand up to the great force of gravity, as was proven when a loud *RIIIIIIIIP* Sounded in the cloud house. Rainbow dash acted quickly, leaping to the rescue to save the weird alien -ALIEN, that was it! They both had to be aliens!- that she had met less than a minute ago... The girls were NOT going to believe this one.
