//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Silence // by Taranasauruso_o //------------------------------// FimFiction: Author's note: Hey there! This here is the first draft of Chapter two, released exclusivly for you guys. I'm still waiting for Isophone to get through his list of stories far enough to be able to check mine (No pressure, Iso!). Anyway, enjoy, and any critism you have would be greatly appreciated. Also, guess what? I'M GOING TO JAPAN! on the 20th of Jan, I shall leave Australia (For the first time) and travel to Japan, I r so happyz guys! Enough of my ramblings, READ! [2] The silhouette at the end of the hall stood taller than Rarity, . The shadow moved forward, turning to one side so that Rarity could see it in a better light. ‘It’ was a he, and he was looking directly at her, one eyebrow raised, the other lowered slightly. “Hello,” he said, his heavy Manehatten accent showing up strongly. “I’m the Doctor.” He held out his hoof for Rarity to shake, but she just stood there dumbfounded. “D-Doctor?” She asked, her voice cracking. “Yes, the Doctor,” the stallion replied, his corners of his lips twitching.. “Doctor w-who?” Rarity asked, taking a step back. “No, Doctor Whooves,” The Doctor explained. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first person to mix up my name, and you certainly won’t be the last.” He broke out into a lopsided grin, looking towards Rarity. “Wha- who? H-How did you get in h-here?” Rarity gawped at the stallion before her. “Oh, well I came in this of course,” the Doctor told her, gesturing towards doorway. Rarity squinted into the light, and could just make out the shape of a large rectangular prism, with a small, pulsating cylinder on top. This seemed to be the source of the strange light. She could vaguely make out the words ‘Pony Box’ inscribed near the top of it. “But, how d-did that thing get in m-my basement?” Rarity said, taking a step back. “Well its simple really, all I had to do was set the sizomactor to five thousand, then lock onto you with the thermal stabili... ” The Doctor trailed off, noticing the look that Rarity was giving him. “B-Bu? Wa-? How?” Rarity stared at the Doctor, making no attempt to hide her expression of confusion. She begun to feel light headed, and felt her hooves sliding on the floor. Rarity fell backwards, allowing unconsciousness to envelop her. **** Something wet pressed against Rarity’s head. It sent a cool feeling surging through her body, and she sighed deeply, allowing a sense of relief to flood through her. Her breath was cut short by the sound of something moving in her close vicinity. She kept her eyes closed, and instead listened for any kind of sound that would give away her intruder. “Ah, so you are awake,” The doctor said, pushing on her side gently. Rarity’s eyes flashed open, and she sunk lower into the couch, trying to shield her eyes from the sudden input of light. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the new level of light intensity, and then tried to focus on the brown, blurry shape that was in front of her face. The stallion stood over her head, the handle of a cup of hot cocoa clasped between his teeth. He noticed that she was looking at the drink, and said, “I made this for you. It should help you feel better” Rarity sat up, the damp cloth sliding off of her head and onto the couch beside her. She accepted the drink without a word, and eyed the cup cautiously. She then glanced up to the Doctor, who had a strange smile on his face. Deciding that the drink was fit to consume, she took a long gulp. The warm drink dripped through her body, and she felt its heat spreading into her limbs, giving her a sense of homeliness and restoring her energy. She recognized the concoction as one of pinkie’s ‘special’ mixes of cocoa. “See? I told you that it would make you feel better.” The Doctor had noticed her smile, and he took the cup from the clutch of her hooves and placed it on the coffee table next to him. Rarity scanned around the room, trying to figure out where she was being held captive. It looked as if it was her lounge room, although some things seemed out of place. Her magazines were all stacked neatly in a pile, which is something she never did. All of her fashion accessories and makeup were sitting on the mirror desk, in a neat and orderly fashion. “Ah, yes, well, I did a little cleaning up whilst you were out,” the stallion explained, seeing Rarity surveying the room. “Dreadful mess you had in here. I’m the Doctor by the way.” He held out a hoof for her to shake, but she just stared at him coldly. “Why are you in my house?” She asked. “How did you get in my basement? ” Rarity stared intently at the Doctor, holding her gaze perfectly still. “And darling, what are you wearing?” She motioned towards the doctor’s tie, and he straightened it nervously, his eyes glancing from side to side. “Uh, well,” Said the stallion nervously. He wasn’t used to people treating him like this. “I was ‘traveling’, to put it lightly, and noticed a strange enomatic reading coming from this planet.” “Enomatic?” Rarity asked, confused. “Uh, it’s when a large amount of energy focuses itself in one spot. In this case, your house.” The Doctor explained, trying to translate the words into a form that Rarity could understand. “Boutique,” Rarity corrected quietly. “Yes, ‘boutique’. The readings could be passed off as normal if, say, this planet had been affected by extreme amounts of radiation,” the Doctor said. “But then I noticed what form of energy was manifesting here.” “Which was?” Rarity asked, leaning towards the Doctor. “Time,” the Doctor said. “The same thing my ship uses as fuel. Although the amount of time energy that has manifested here could run my ship for a million years.” “How can your ‘ship’ run off time? Why does your ship run off time.” Rarity asked. “Well, I use a time stabilizer, basically a converter, to convert the time from raw energy into a something my TARDIS can use,” the Doctor answered her. “My ship travels through space and time, which uses a lot of energy. Time is raw energy, meaning it contains enough power to send my TARDIS catapulting through time. In one spoonful of time essence, not that you can pick it up in a spoon, but still, there is enough energy to send me a million years into the future. Because of this, it only requires a small amount of time to start my ship, and reach my destination.” “So Twilight was right…” Rarity spoke to herself, wishing her friend was here to help her now. “About what?” asked the Doctor. “Oh, she just said that, well, read that your ship can travel through time,” Rarity answered, surveying the room again. “Hmmm, this ‘Twilight’ pony sounds like somepony I would like to meet.” With that, the Doctor stood up and turned around, surveying the room. “What I don’t understand is why you haven’t left yet,” Rarity said, looking towards the Doctor. “If your machine can travel through time and space, why not just leave? You’ve been here, you’ve seen that there is nothing wrong, why not just get up and go?” “Well, the way you just spoke to me, I get the feeling you want me to leave,” the Doctor stuck out his bottom lip in mock sadness. “Well, I would, except my ship isn’t working.” “Isn’t working? How can this ‘marvelous machine’ of yours suddenly stop?” Rarity asked. “To be honest, I don’t really know.” the Doctor replied, looking back to Rarity. “My TARDIS just won’t move. Its as if the thing that dragged me down won’t let me leave.” “Your talking about this ‘energy’ as if it was alive. It isn’t alive, is it?” Rarity asked, suddenly frightened. “Even though time doesn’t think for itself, it certainly isn’t dead. It flows and moves, throbs with life and death, controlling both.” the Doctor said, his eyes clouding over as he thought. “Well you certainly didn’t say any of this in my dreams,” Rarity said quietly to herself. “Dreams? As in, while you sleep?” the Doctor asked, snapping out of his haze. “Of course the ones where you sleep. When else do you dream?” Rarity asked. “On second thoughts, don’t answer that. I probably wouldn’t understand anything that you told me anyway.” “Wow, I never knew that mares dreamt about me,” the Doctor mused, a small smile appearing back on his face. Rarity’s face reddened, and she lowered her eyes from the Doctor’s gaze. “Well, they’re more like nightmares.” “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that I was that frightening,” The Doctor said, a look of genuine concern on his face. “Oh no,” Rarity said, trying to explain to the Doctor. “I was afraid of you at first. But you reassured me that there was nothing to be afraid of. On the contrary darling, you tried to help me stop it.” “I did?” asked the Doctor. He really has no Idea. Rarity thought to herself. “Yes, you did. Something about the ‘darkness’ that both you and I fear.” Rarity told him, trying to sound as sane as possible. Telling someone you dream about them was not a light topic, even when that ‘someone’ had suddenly appeared in front of you. “You told me not to open the door.” “Door? What door?” “The one at the top of the stairs,” Rarity supplied, pointing to the stairs that lead to the upper bedrooms. “Would you mind if I-?” the Doctor started. Rarity cut him off with a wave of her hoof, “No, not at all. Be my guest.” The stallion stood up and began a brisk trot towards the stairs. He pulled a small metallic cylinder from his coat pocket and began to fiddle around with the buttons on top. A blue light shone from the top as he pointed it towards the stairs, and a high pitched beeping sound resonated from it. “Huh, no unusual readings here,” he said to himself, whacking his small device against his other hoof. “What is that thing?” Rarity asked, getting up from her seat to go join the Doctor. “Sonic screwdriver. Don’t ask, you wouldn’t understand, Rarity.” The doctor said, pressing more buttons on his sonic screwdriver. “Well, I hadn’t seen you until I was right next to the door. You stood just behind me, in the middle of that doorway,” Rarity told him, ignoring the sonic screwdriver’s beeps. She went up the steps, than pointed to a spot in the doorway at the top. “You stood here,” she said, moving forwards to the door at the end of the hall, “and I, stood here.” The Doctor walked up the steps behind her, with his screwdriver still beeping. As he reached the spot where he had stood in her dreams, the pitch of the device’s beeping began to rise. “Ooh, here we go,” The Doctor said, joy clearly evident on his face. “Wow, the readings are off the charts. You say I stood here?” “Well, a little to the left,” Rarity supplied, matter-of-factly. “Yes, well, can’t be too picky now can we?” The Doctor smiled warmly at her, sliding a control on the screwdriver. They stood there in silence, the Doctor working, and Rarity wondering who the strange stallion was. A loud knock on the door shattered their silence. Rarity glanced at her clock, and then gasped with realization. It was 5:42pm, she was an hour late to pick up Sweetie Bell. She hurried past the Doctor, practically shoving him out of the way, and continued down the stairs. She headed for the door, and tore it open, revealing Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Bell. “Oh, Applejack, please excuse my tardiness, I must have lost track of time,” Rarity said, honestly. She could hear the Doctor’s hooves clattering down the steps. “Nah, it’s all right Rarity. No trouble at all really.” Applejack smiled at her friend, giving the two fillies beside her a gentle push inside. “Now don’t y’all two get into trouble, and don’t touch anything.” The fillies ran inside, laughing and skipping. They stopped in their tracks, gasping loudly. They slowly backed into view, looks of shock evident on their faces. “What in tarnation?” Applejack asked, stepping into the hallway. When she saw the doctor, she took a step back in surprise, than planted her hoof firmly on the ground. “Who’re you?” Applejack questioned squarely, looking towards the Doctor. “Hi there, I’m the Doctor,” he explained, holding out his hoof for her to shake. She ignored it, and turned to Rarity. “Like in Twi’s book? The Doctor?” “Yes, the one and only,” Rarity told her, turning her head in the direction of the stallion. “Hello,” The Doctor said when Applejack’s gaze returned to him. “Wow, when y’all said this ‘Doctor’ person was visiting you in your dreams, ah thought it was all a bunch’a hooey. But now…” Applejack said, still not drawing her gaze away from the Doctor. “You know, you should probably go tell Twi’ ‘bout this Rarity.” “Yes,” The Doctor cut in, his eyes fixating back onto Rarity. “Who is this ‘Twilight’ person I’ve heard so much about. She sounds very interesting.” Rarity looked at him. She saw the eager look on his face, and sighed. “If you want to go, then we will go.” The Doctor smiled, looking between the two mares that stood in front of him. “Well then, I guess we had better –” “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS PLAY OVER AT TWILIGHT’S LIBRARY!” The two smiled with glee, oblivious to the look the others were giving them. Once the ground had stopped shaking, the Doctor smiled, and looked down at the two fillies. “That was pretty good, buuut, not the best I’ve ever seen.” “Oh yeah? Is that th’ honest truth now?” Apple Bloom challenged, a look of fire in her eyes. “Girls, Doctor, no fighting please, we are supposed to be civilized ponies after all,” Rarity said, stepping between the two. “Well, at least I am supposed to be.” “Sorry, Rarity,” The fillies muttered, staring intently at the floor. Sweetie Bell lifted one eye up, looking towards her sister. When she noticed that Rarity no longer looked angry, she nudged Apple Bloom, and the two of them giggled, running out the door. “I do quite apologize my fair lady, please accept my sincerest apologies,” The Doctor said, putting on a posh accent as he walked out of the door, still keeping his eyes on Rarity. “Please forgive my rudeness.” Applejack giggled, smiling at the door that the stallion had recently exited through. “Ya’ know? Ah think ah can get used ta’ this Doctor pony.” Rarity sighed, gesturing towards the open doorway with one hoof. “Please, after you.” **** The sun hung low in the sky, its warmth and light beginning to fade as it drooped below the horizon. A small group of ponies walked down the gravel road that lead into Ponyville, and to Twilight’s library. “Apple Bloom, quit muckin’ around,” Applejack scolded, trying to contain her little sister’s excitement. Apple Bloom stopped bouncing around Sweetie, and looked towards her sister. “Yes, you too, Sweetie. Can’t let you get that mane all dirty, now can we?” Rarity strutted forward, her chin held high. The Doctor looked towards Sweetie Bell, rolling his eyes, and followed in suit. Sweetie Bell bounced forward, trying to suppress a giggle. Applejack sighed, and, after a short break to catch her breath, headed towards her companions. Suddenly an excited cry of “Girls!” broke the lazy afternoon peace the group shared, and they all turned towards the direction the cry had come from. Twilight was making her way up a winding side path towards them, with Spike riding on her back. “Twi’?” Applejack called towards the pony, confused as to why her friend was out here. “Hey, Applejack, Rarity,” Twilight said, heading towards the group, puffing slightly from the effort of trotting all the way up the path with Spike on her back. “I was just on my way over to the boutique.” “Were ya’ now? Well we was just on our way over to ya’ library.” Applejack greeted the pony. “Oh? What a coincidence,” Twilight paused between words, puffing as if she had just run a marathon. “Twilight, are you alright dear?” Rarity asked, concerned with the welfare of her friend. “Oh yes. I should be fine in a… moment.” Twilight paused, then looked over her shoulder at Spike. “Its not like I have the lightest load to carry.” Spike looked at her, not sure if he should be annoyed or amused at Twilight’s comment. He settled on the latter of the two, fixing a knowing smile at Twilight. “Gee, thanks, Twilight,” Spike said sarcastically. “Oh, you know I’m only joking Spike,” Twilight nudged him with her muzzle. Spike landed on the ground next to Twilight, sending a small cloud of dust swirling around his claws. Twilight turned back to Rarity as Spike wandered off towards Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom, humming to himself. “So, how’re things going? Still having dreams about that mysterious ‘Doctor’ of yours?” Twilight joked. Rarity coughed into her hoof, averting her eyes from Twilight’s gaze, whilst Applejack looked in the other direction. “So you told all of your friends about me, then?” The Doctor looked towards Rarity, a small smile faint on his lips. He stepped out from behind Rarity and began approach Twilight “Well, we, that is to say, I, I-I told them because,” Rarity stammered, trying not to look directly into the Doctor’s eyes. She could feel her cheeks begin to flush as she tried to explain herself. “Don’t worry about it,” The Doctor told her, his hoof on her shoulder. “I have that kind of affect on people.” Twilight stared at the stallion in bewilderment, not sure whether to believe what she saw. She rubbed her eyes with her hooves, as if the action would cause the stallion to disappear. When that proved unsuccessful, she decided to just stand there and gawp at him, her eyes and mouth open. “You-y-you’re the Doctor?” Twilight stuttered, eyes still wide and disbelieving. “At your service, m’lady,” The Doctor bowed in exaggeration, his left foreleg sweeping across his body in a wide arc, before coming to a stop at his waist. He glanced upwards, looking towards Twilight with a lopsided grin. The purple unicorn just stared at him, still not moving. Applejack sidled up to Twilight, and bumped her in the ribs. Twilight’s dazed expression disappeared from her face as quickly as it had appeared, instead being replaced by one of awe. “So that means that you have the, the... the TARDOS?” The Doctor laughed, tears of laughter forming in the corner of his eyes. “No, no. The TARDIS!” Twilight’s cheeks turned crimson as the Doctor laughed at her, and she lowered her eyes to the ground out of embarrassment. Rarity snickered at Twilight’s small bout of forgetfulness, then composed herself, not wanting to hurt her friend’s feelings. Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Applejack. “Hey, why don’t y’all head on down to Sweet Apple Acres? Y’all can mingle and such then.” Startled by Applejack’s sudden outburst, the Doctor turned to the orange earth pony, Raising one eyebrow questioningly. “I’m sorry. Applejack, wasn’t it?” Applejack nodded. “Well, thanks for your hospitality Applejack. That sounds like a great idea.” He turned towards the others in their little group, a smile on his face. “Ah, yes,” Rarity muttered, surprised at the sudden change of events. “Sounds good,” Twilight stepped past her companions, and headed down the path that lead to Sweet Apple Acres. “So, no crusaders play over at Twilight’s?” Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom stood staring up at Applejack and Rarity, pleading looks on their faces. “No girls. Sorry to disappoint you, but we are heading over to Applejack’s instead,” Rarity told the fillies. “Awwwww,” Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom chimed in unison, their faces falling. “Well, shucks. I can’t leave y’all lookin’ like that. Ah promise, that when we get home, you’se two will get tha’ biggest apple pie that ah can make,” Applejack said. Their faces lifted as the thought of a giant apple pie filled their heads. They skipped in front of Twilight, talking to each other excitedly. “Maybe it’ll be as big as tha’ barn,” Apple Bloom said, Sweetie Bell agreed with her, adding “or maybe it’ll be as big as a field!” The girls squealed with excitement, and trotted along the path towards Sweet Apple Acres. **** The sun sat low on the horizon, causing a purplish haze to stick to the clouds. Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, and the Doctor all sat in the living room, sipping on cold glasses of fresh apple juice. Applejack had been sent of in search of Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom. The two fillies had heard that the last member of their inseparable trio, Scootaloo, was waiting for them in the club house they had built together. It was getting dark, and the girls had still not returned, and, out of desperation, Applejack had been sent off to search for them. “So, Doctor, was it?” asked Twilight, glancing towards the Stallion. He nodded. “How does this, uh, TARDIS thing work? It would require an awful lot of magic to run something like that.” The Doctor snorted, “Magic? Oh no, it’s a machine. It runs on a quantum stabilizer, which allows it to draw energy from time itself.” “Really? How very interesting...” Rarity faded the conversation out, instead focusing on her own thoughts. The Doctor. Quite an odd name, Still, I’ve heard worse. Poor Ink Blot, he was such a gentlecolt. Rarity took a small sip from her cup, enjoying the taste of the sweet apple juice. “... Don’t you think Rarity?” Both of her friends had stopped to look towards her, and she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. “Ah, yes.” She hoped that was the answer the two were after. They seemed to take it happily, and were just about to continue their conversation, when a small knock came at the door. Is that Applejack? No, she wouldn’t knock to enter her own house. Then who is it? Rarity thought to herself. The muffled cry of “Muffins!” answered Rarity’s question. The Doctor’s back stiffened, and his eyes widened in shock and recognition. “Oh, that must be Ditzy Doo. She’s our mailpony. I better go collect Applejack’s mail.” Twilight stood up, her magic lowering her cup of apple juice to the table. As she moved her hoof forward, she felt a hoof touch her back. She whirled around to face the Doctor, who stood motionless, his eyes still wide. The door swung open, and Ditzy Doo entered, her coat dripping with sweat. “D-Ditzy?” the Doctor stammered, staring at the mailpony with disbelief. “Doctor?” Ditzy replied. **** Chapter 1. Chapter 3. (In development) Hey there. Once again I would like to thank my amazing editors and pre-readers. Just in case you missed who they were, or you haven’t read chapter one, I’ll give you the list: First Editor: Derpies Pre-readers/Second editors: Holy_Hotdog Clemmensemen MewMaster13 Also, a BIG thank you to Ganymede105 for his amazing tolerance to my terrible writing, and for his amazing editing. Thank you so much. If you came here from chapter one, then I applaud you. Not many people could read my writing for this long, let alone enjoy it. So, Thank you. Contact details: Taranasaurus0.0@gmail.com for anything you want to talk to me about. More chapter’s coming soon. -Taranasaurus