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// Supermare never gives up! 
// Story: Supermare or how Scootaloo did her math homework 
// by TwiwnB 
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Scootaloo sighed out of relief. She liked Twilight a lot, but she was slowly understanding what Applebloom meant by “she was drinking too much coffee.” The filly thought that something that dangerous should probably be made illegal to consume. On the other hoof, there was no way to prevent ponies to drink whatever they wanted to drink, so that was making the whole illegal idea pretty much useless.

The filly pegasus sat down and breathed. She was tired, which her current thought was proof enough of. It had been a crazy night. By chance, it was probably over. Still, Scootaloo would have loved for Supermare to have been able to try to help her.

“A… little help… please.” said a voice from the window.

Scootaloo jumped there and helped the masked mare that was hanging from the roof to come in her room. Supermare lay on the floor and breathed until she could finally simmer down.

“I don’t understand. I was in that pool, then in your room again, and then I suddenly found myself on the top of your roof!” she said. “Is this some sort of nightmare?” she asked. “Luna be my witness, if this is a dream it is by far the craziest I’ve ever had!”

It actually wasn’t. Supermare had had way crazier dreams. But this is hardly the time and place to speak about those.

As she recovered, the mare remembered how much Scootaloo needed her help and how much she wanted to help her. So, as soon as she felt able to, she stood up and told the filly that she would give her the needed support.

Scootaloo smiled and began to move to take the homework sheet to show it to Supermare, when a way too well recognizable wheezing and groaning sound rang out in the room.

“No, not that again!” shouted Supermare in panic mode.

She began to run everywhere in the room to escape the appearance of the blue box, jumping on the bed, over the shelf, running under the desk and found herself in the very place where the blue box began to materialize.

“No!” she shouted in despair before disappearing into the mass of the telephone police box.

As had happened the last time, the door opened and the weird stallion came out, this time holding a very strange machine in one of his front hooves, made with antennas, a few electric cables and a toaster.

“Professor?” Scootaloo said, recognizing the stallion from before.

“Oh… hello there.” the stallion replied. “Do we know each other? I'm the doctor actually. Sorry to be rude, but I’m a time traveler you see, so for me we haven’t met yet.”

This was way too abstract for the young filly who just wanted to know why the stallion was back and also wanted to tell him that the answers to the homework sheet were useless as it wasn’t explaining to her how to find those answers.

“No time!” the doctor said, preventing Scootaloo to tell any of the thing she wanted to tell him. “There is a monster in your walls.” he explained.

“A monster in my walls?” Scootaloo rhetorically asked with a sudden feeling of fear. “Are you sure?”

The doctor pointed to his weird contraption and said:

“Yes. You see, this is a monster detector and my monster detector says there is something in your walls, something alive.”

The doctor looked at Scootaloo and smiled.

“But don’t worry, I’m here, I’m very good with monsters. Well, maybe not very good, but I’ve met quite a few and that still makes me sort of a specialist, doesn’t it?”

Now Scootaloo was reassured. Not because the doctor was there, but because there was a very high probability that there had been no monster in the walls to begin with and that it was just that weird stallion’s imagination creating some sort of a game or something.

Then the machine made a loud “ding!”.

“Ah ah!” the doctor said. “Here we go, we found it.”

He was facing one of the walls and, weirdly enough, there seemed to be some kind of sound coming from it. Scootaloo went behind the doctor’s legs, just in case, and watched as he began to advance.

“Come out now.” the doctor said with courage. “We don’t have all night and it is hardly the time and place to play hide and seek. Aren’t you ashamed to terrorize a poor filly?”

“Hey!” responded Scootaloo who didn’t want to look like she was afraid, even if she had went behind the tardis just in case.

“Come, show yourself. We can solve this peacefully. You can trust me, I’m the doctor.” the stallion said.

And suddenly, the wall responded. Or more precisely, the wall exploded as a big creature the size of a pony burst out of it in a magical light, knocking the doctor over and preventing him to get up again.

“Run, run out of here!” the stallion shouted for Scootaloo by pure reflex.

“I’ve got it! I found it! I knew I would find it!” said the pony shaped creature, holding a clogged pipe in her hoof. “And you thought you could escape me, did you!”

“Twilight?” asked Scootaloo, recognizing the alicorn.

“You know the monster?” asked the doctor. “Very interesting. Is it a ghost, some ancestor of yours?”

It took some time for Scootaloo to explain who Twilight was and why she was holding that pipe. And even more time for both Scootaloo and the doctor to understand how Twilight had, through the use of magic, been able to go inside the walls to look for the clogged pipe. As for how she had happened to find a clogged pipe, nopony there could explain it and Scootaloo certainly didn’t say it wasn’t supposed to exist to begin with.

“Is that so.” laughed the doctor. “Well, all is well that ends well I guess.”

But as he had said those words, Twilight fell on the floor, happy to have accomplished her task and completely exhausted after thirteen nights and days of sleep deprivation.

“Hello Rainbow Dash.” were her last words as an awakened mare.

And those words were directed at another mare, a multicolored pegasus standing on the edge of the window while holding a whole box full of souvenirs of Firefly and some other great Wonderbolts from the old times.

Threats ensued, then explanations, then some smiles were exchanged and in the end, Rainbow Dash agreed to take Twilight back to her castle where she could get all the sleep she needed.

“You don’t mind too much, do you?” she asked Scootaloo, as she was feeling guilty not to be able to stay at the filly’s side to help her with her homework problem.

“No, I’ll be fine.” the filly answered, before adding: “Not that I didn’t like your help, I really liked it, and it was great, but it wasn’t really useful… well it was, I just didn’t know how to use it and… well…” the filly saw the gentle look of her sort of big sister and explained, with a sigh: “It’s just that I think I’ll never be able to count in Wonderbolts.”

“That’s alright.” replied Rainbow Dash. “You’ll figure a way. I know you, you’re the kind of filly that will always prevail in the end, right?”

Rainbow Dash had clearly no idea if Scootaloo would find the solution to her problem in the end. She only wanted to comfort the filly. And it worked.

“Right.” Scootaloo replied with confidence.

Rainbow Dash took off with a sleeping Twilight on her back and left Scootaloo and the doctor alone.