He always wondered how such a creature like him deserved an innocent and brave pony like her; they were friends after all, but throughout all the adventures, travelling around time and space in the TARDIS, he always wondered why she always helped.
She was beautiful after all, many of his companions were, but like all gifts and blessings in his long life, they always forgot, or died, or couldn't remember him. And he suffered for it.
The Doctor always wondered how soft Derpy’s mane would feel like, trailing between his hooves, was it soft like a pillow? The colours of the flowing mane were bright yellow, like the sunflowers he recalled back at Earth.
The same colour eyes stared at his own blue ones; he often wondered how one of those beautiful sunny yellow eyes always looked away, the opposite way. But the mare didn't mind, in fact, she walked in pride with it.
And when he bumped into her, that day, he knew despite a new adventure, new body and the annoyance of no ginger mane or even tail, he knew that Ditzy Derpy Hooves was the most beautiful and bravest mare he’d ever see in a pony.
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“Phew! That was a close eh Doctor?” The voices of his companion; Derpy, made the Doctor chuckle, sipping at the tea cup between his hooves, the warm liquid made him sigh.
The two companions were in the TARDIS, sitting on the bronze step; both held a cup of tea or coffee, drenched in rain water from the stormy clouds outside from the warm dry TARDIS. The two ponies were lucky to have not been running in the full power of the storm, but were still drenched.
“Aye Derpy! Shame our umbrella flew away,” The Doctor sighed, “May it be at peace.” He brightened up as his companion giggled, hiding her smile in the cup.
“At least it survived the longest than our toaster, remember when Twilight blew it up when we coincidently helped Discord prank her?” Derpy’s smile grew wider and wider.
The Doctor burst out laughing in the memory, the exploding pie and the millions of books stained, they were cleaned of course, but the toaster the two ponies and Spirit of Chaos used was burnt into liquid metal.
It was still funny even though you think of the Princess of Magic might’ve killed you there and then.
And it still was.
The Doctor hummed a thoughtful tune as he took his cup and placed it back in the picnic box Derpy had prepared for the day, they were scheduled with a picnic. Dinky was at a sleepover with the ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders’ and Sparkler was with her friends Flitter and Glitter.
So that left The Doctor and Derpy alone for a great picnic in the sunny sky of Equestria, only they forgot the day was scheduled for rain, and the bright purple and red umbrella was lost in the stormy wind of that rainy day.
So there they were, sitting in the TARDIS, sipping at tea and coffee, munching of cucumber and sunflower sandwiches, drying up from the soggy rain.
The Doctor frowned as he stared at his companion, throwing her mane upwards, it was ragged, and it’s soft-rugged? Thick?-yellow colours was dimmed by the rain, the mane was spiked, ruffled, torn and somewhat a large spiky hedgehog.
“Is you’re mane bothering you my dear?” The Doctor asked, frowning, the grey pegasus blushed.
“Y-yeah but you don’t have to bother Doctor; I’ll fix it up when I get back home” Derpy waved a hoof dismissively.
“Nonsense! I’ll brush and tie it all up!” The Doctor smiled, getting up and trotting to the far-side of the TARDIS, few boxes from previous adventures lay scattered, the stallion nosed the boxes aside and drew out a few bands.
He threw boxes, papers, books aside to find a large worn brush, brownish grey coloured, ironic, the Doctor thought, a grey mare and a brown stallion and this brush is the mixture; he trotted them back with them in his mouth, and placed them beside the sitting mare. He sat down behind her and took out the brush and began smoothing down the locks of golden hair. It was soft, like he always imagined golden rivers of yellow through his hooves; he hummed a cheerful tune to himself as he brushed away the knots in his companion’s mane.
The mane was soon smooth, and the stallion hooked the bands in his hoof and began brushing and tying the mane up, separating locks and tying them up in spirals, the braid soon took form, a familiar braid from the Earth fantasy books. A girl with long golden hair that was all he remembered, to busy saving and meeting new people and planets.
“Doctor?” Derpy broke him from his thoughts.
“Yes Derpy?” The Doctor removed his hooves, his blue eyes narrowed in a frown.
“Can I braid you’re hair too?” Derpy asked, glancing at the Doctor with that small sweet smile, the stallion chuckled, “Sure, but no silly mohawks please” The stallion sat down.
The grey pegasus took the brush and the spare bands the Doctor gathered, she began brushing through his ragged and spiked mane, the Doctor winched slightly while Derpy made hasty apologises. A few minutes passed by, but the Doctor wanted it to be like this forever, grey hooves brushing and playing with his ragged hair, a warm feeling of peace in his heart, he sighed a few times, the grey pegasus noticed his relaxing and giggled at the Doctor as he laid his head on the pegasus's chest.
The hair was tied up, and the Doctor found himself with a mohawk, “You sneaky little pegasus you” The Doctor teased his companion, who shrugged with a snigger.
The blessing of feeling those golden locks was like a dream, a dream he never wanted to wake up from, and the two sat in the TARDIS, discussing stories and adventures of their lives.
The plat braid of Derpy’s hair flowed down like the golden river, while the Doctor’s new hair spiked up like a mountain. The imagination ran wild as the Doctor imagined a tall rocky mountain, grey and spiked, hidden with secrets and many adventures to be made. And within that mountain ran a river of gold, beauty inside the relishing river.
The two soon leant on each other, they’re hair mixing together like paint, and the two sat side by side together. There was no words to be told, they loved each other, and they relished in they’re embraces.