//------------------------------// // Part Eight: A Doctor For My Cello. // Story: Dr Whooves and the Classical Moon // by Paganbrony //------------------------------// Part Eight: A Doctor For My Cello. Octavia awoke with a start as she opened her bleary eyes and in a panic tried to rise to her hooves but dizziness forced her onto her rump as her head spun, letting her brain settle down she took stock of her surroundings. She was back on the stage in the Opera house, a few hooves away stood the two guards who showed visible relief at her awakening and just past them there stood the Doctor who was waving his screwdriver about as he noted its readings and with a sigh stashed it away before turning and repeating his earlier foalish grin he approached. “Well that was close, you feeling better?” The Doctor reached forward as he stopped in front of her and lifted her eye lid then the other before pulling her chin down and peering into her mouth as he said “Say Ah.” Staring up from his position on the floor flat on his back the Doctor reflected on how he should really start paying more attention to the moods of these mares he spent time with since it was becoming a habit of being slapped, a lot… “Not sure I deserved that…” “Thank you…” “Pardon…?” “For not getting me killed I mean…” “My pleasure… Hey you two, you need to get something to fight that fire with… Just let it burn a little longer hmmm?” The Doctor motioned backstage as he explained. “While you were out those two carried you here from the backstage, everything has returned to normal back there, that includes all of the rooms and corridors, and you should be able to find all the bodies and the other nasty stuff easily enough now it’s all shrunk back down.” “Oh…” Octavia regained her hooves and turned to the two guards as she realized she hadn’t asked their names? “Thank you two, may I ask what do I call you?” The taller of the two who had drawn smartly to attention when she addressed them smiled as he replied, his partner merely nodded as he too smiled. “It’s Biggs Miss, and he’s Wedge, Biggs and Wedge Miss.” “Well Biggs and Wedge, I thank both of you for all your help.” The young mares smile and thanks made the pair blush as they puffed their chests proudly. “I just wish I knew what we were going to report to her Majesty Celestia…” Octavia nodded in agreement as she too wondered how she would explain the night’s events to any pony... “Doctor what do you think about what they should say, I mean without sounding like mad ponies…?” “HEY WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING???” The Doctor hastily stopped mid step into the Tardis as he tried to look innocent. “I don’t know… I don’t usually hang about for all that stuff… Paperwork and… Desks with stuff in them, a big red phone and my name on the door, not my thing really…?” The lopsided look he got from her only deepened as he tried to explain what a phone was. Closing the gap between them Octavia leaned in really close and before the Doctor, who was expecting to be hit got it wrong again she kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered softly in his ear. “You were about to go and fetch my new Cello weren’t you?” Gulping loudly the Doctor hastily fixed his tie needlessly as he nodded almost sincerely but not enough as Octavia resumed an icy tone as she realized he’d forgotten already their earlier conversation. “You’re unbelievable… ” “You could come with me to get it… Imagine seeing the birthplace of the music you’re so devoted to…” “Are you really that lonely…” “No… I just thought you might like to experience all of time and space before returning to your normal life.” “Isn’t this the part where you tell me how wondrous it all is?” “Yes” “And how all that I think is impossible is real and very possible?” “Yes” “But in reality we will spend our time running from one situation to another constantly in danger.” “That’s about the long and the short of it, yes.” “You said you wanted to pick up a friend first, and then we go to get my new Cello… And straight back here so I can make my performance?” The Doctor spared a millisecond on whether or not to inform the young mare his beloved Tardis wasn’t exactly the most reliable machine ever created, but it had always gotten him to where he needed to be, even if that was a bit off course from what he’d intended. “I promise, Time Lords honor.” “Time… Lord? You’re a Lord? That I don’t believe! You have the manners of a common trickster!” Octavia knew she was insane but her curiosity was more than peaked and since she couldn’t help but trust this stranger and the madness he babbled constantly… She… Octavia was going to do what she had never dreamed of, she was going on an adventure! Giving a hearty wave and an elegant bow to the two guards she stepped forward. Pushing past him she stopped dead only a few hoof steps into the interior of the Tardis having lost the power of speech, it took a moment for her to regain her voice and as she did the Doctor closed the door behind him as he smiled as he prepared for his favorite part, explaining how it all worked! Bigg’s and Wedge were rooted to the spot as the light atop the box began to slowly flash as a wheezing sound followed by the air swirling around them as the box faded from sight. “I still don’t know what we are supposed to tell her Majesty…” Wedge nodded at Biggs as the pair moved off to find some kind of fire fighting implements to deal with the fire backstage, from which smoke was beginning to curl across the now empty stage. THE END DR WHOOVES WILL RETURN IN… DR WHOOVES AND THE LOST COMPANION