//------------------------------// // Supermare returns // Story: Supermare or how Scootaloo did her math homework // by TwiwnB //------------------------------// The masked mare appeared behind Scootaloo’s door when the filly opened it. Supermare was standing there, covered in slight bruises, branches and leaves all over her costume. She probably wasn’t a unicorn after all, as her cardboard horn had broken because of the fall. The mare sighed. “Well, let’s forget about that incident and let’s get to work, shall we?” she proposed to Scootaloo, as she was as decided as she was before to bring all the help she could to the filly. But as she began to enter Scootaloo’s room, a very weird wheezing, groaning noise began to reverberate all over the two ponies. Before she could even react, Supermare found herself trapped inside an appearing blue box and disappeared from Scootaloo’s view as the telephone police box finished materializing. The door of the blue box opened and a light brown pony with an hourglass cutie mark came out. “Yes, this is it!” he shouted. “Hello Scootaloo. Missed me? I told you I would only be away for a second. Time travel and all…” Scootaloo looked at the strange stallion without knowing how she should react and how he could know her name. “Who are you?” she asked. “I’m the doctor of course!” he answered with his joyful tone. “And not the professor as you thought I was when we met. Just the doctor. You know, with the monster in the wall and all?” The adjective “confusing” sometimes loses most of its ability to accurately describe a situation. This was one of those times. Nonetheless, the good thing with children is that when they are confused, their curiosity takes the relay and Scootaloo began to bombard the poor stallion with a whole load of questions about the blue box, the doctor himself, what he was doing here, if he had been sent by Rainbow Dash, where Supermare was, if he knew Rainbow Dash, how awesome Rainbow Dash was, where Rainbow Dash was, if something had happened to Rainbow Dash and a whole lot of questions about how one should be able to count in Wonderbolts. “Alright, calm down, all in good time.” responded the doctor, completely overwhelmed by the young filly’s enthusiasm. “You weren’t like that when we met. Maybe you’re not Scootaloo after all. Are you her twin sister by any chance? I didn’t know she had a twin sister, this is… actually quite common, but I’m glad to meet you nonetheless.” And “confusing” lost all of its meaning once again. That stallion was just too weird to be described or understood, but Scootaloo found him quite funny in his behavior and the way he was saying stuff. “Look.” began the doctor, eager to avoid any new questions’ avalanche. “I just came back to give you this.” And the stallion gave Scootaloo a piece of paper. The filly looked at it and saw the very homework sheet she had been working on for so long and was unable to answer. The difference was, that sheet had all the answers already written and had even already been corrected by Cheerilee as there were all the green marks to say the answers were correct that she used to make. “You see, now you don’t have to worry about your homework anymore, it’s all already done.” the doctor said victoriously. “No need to thank me, I just did my job as a time traveler.” He made his way back to the tardis, said one last goodbye to Scootaloo, said that it had been fun to see the filly again, that she was weird, but fun anyway and that she should give her twin sister his salutation in his name if she happened to actually have a twin sister. Then he shut the door, the wheezing, groaning sound rang out once again and the blue box disappeared completely, only leaving behind the masked Supermare, still covered with the bruises, branches and leaves from her earlier fall, but also completely soaked.