Spitfire calmly approached the gates of her house, entering in a few key-numbers and the gate opening up, with a robotic tune.
"Welcome Spitfire, enjoy the rest of your day." Said the robotic voice. Spitfire nodded as if this was a real pony, I guess she was acting a bit childish today. From yelling at her instructor, then listening to a drunk friend's advice on wishes, and now she seemed to think she was going to start a conversation with her safety gates. Shaking her head, she continued along the large path towards her house, seeing a rather large house in the distance. A posh house, with a security camera bolted next to it. Instead of dashing towards her house, Spitfire took her time and breathed in the lovely air, smelling a pine scent as she trotted along the path. It seemed odd how now she decided to just calmly walk glancing at the fauna, instead of dashing inside.
She easily skipped over her stone path, now heading onto her lovely white birch porch, opening up her velvet gym bag to take out her keycard. It seemed more like a key-guard since everypony cared for her safety so much. She stuck the keycard into a gold slot next to her door, hearing an old fashioned buzz and the door creaked open. Lovely technology, as it seemed to become more and more advanced by the day. Spitfire zipped up her gym bag and threw it on her leather couch near the kitchen.
Spitfire's house was decorated modernly with white smooth marble beams, and mahogany flooring. Her walls resembling the marble too, pure white. She trotted into the kitchen looking for something to eat. After all, she didn't even have a simple slice of bread at The Pub. As Spitfire glanced at the stacks of food she was granted, she found soup cans, bean cans, bread, energy drinks, bags of some sort of advertiser she was doing a commercial for, bottle of oils and vinegars, and anything you could really think of. But Spitfire didn't find any need for those things, even if it was lovely to have them. What Spitfire loved was the snack she and her special somepony made together.
Hot Sugar Cookies. A small recipe her and her special somepony made together and continued to do. They were just regular sugar cookies from the packet, dipped in steaming hot chocolate, with marshmallows that somehow sunk to the bottom, instead of bobbing at the top. It was her little special thing she loved to do with him. But she frowned when she saw the mug they had been dipping sugar cookies into, with a slight dark chunky brown in the cup. Shivering, she poured it out and placed the mug into the Insta-washer. Spitfire sighed, forgetting about eating anything and heading to her room with her gym bag.
She opened up her golden knob into her bedroom, which was probably one of the most casual room of them all. A regular old bed, a medium sized window, a closet, and posters scattered along the wall about Wonderbolts. Spitfire turned on the light to see there had been a tiger lily placed on her bed. Her favorite flower. She picked up the lily, sniffing it a bit and smiling. Spitfire really did love this flower, of course her special somepony knew her well. The aura around her felt so pleasant, so comforting it was as if he was next to her. She threw her gym bag onto the floor and climbed into her red bed. She just lied there staring at her ceiling without draping the covers over herself.
As she looked up at her ceiling she remembered the small advice Kitty gave her. But Kitty had been drunk... and drunk advice never ended well. So, why not? Even if she did look silly while performing a wish, no one would be watching, hopefully. Spitfire hopped off of her bed and opened up her not-too-big window, looking out into the beautiful night. Fireflies glowed in the distance, mingling happily with each other. Spitfire placed her elbows to the windowsill and looked up into the sky. She tried her best to think of a wish, and once she did, she decided she needed a star. As her eyes gazed from one star to another in the moonlight, she caught her eyes on a certain star.It was a bright shining blue star, a beautiful blue that almost blended into the night, but somehow it popped out between the others. Pinpointing on the star, she closed her eyes and began to say her wish.
"Uh hey there star... it's me Spitfire. It seems I'm having a problem here in my 'easy' life. I know I should be happy for what I have, but I'm not. I want to just... just getaway! I'm tired of being used everyday of my life, if you can help me I mean that would be great. I want something big to happen in my life." she whispered to the star, squeezing her own hooves. After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes.
"W-What the?" she paused to see that her star was magically gone. It had been there though, right in front of her? What could've happened to it? "Impossible..." she mumbled to herself searching for the star in the sky. Did her wish burn the star out? It could've been a really strong wish... perhaps it was such a big wish that the star had either exploded or just burnt in thin air! Spitfire continued to kneel there, waiting for the star to come back. Yet nothing had happened, how strange.
She went to stand up heading towards her bed, only to hear a very faint whooshing noise. She bolted her head back out the window, seeing nothing had changed. Maybe it was just the birds making odd noises. It had to be, but she slowly worried that there weren't birds flocking at this time. As the whooshing noise seemed to become louder and louder, she turned away from the window slowly with her eyes widening to the size of the moon.
Right in front of her was some sort of blue box. It had appeared to be a bit of a darker blue compared to the star she wished on in the sky. Yet on the box were a few signs saying 'Pull to Open' and 'Police Box' at the top. Spitfire bit her lip, not really having any idea of what was happening. Slowly, she backed away, almost out of the window. Whatever was in front of her, it wasn't safe by the looks of it. Everything was still for a few moments with an awkward tension of silence, but Spitfire just stared at the box. Until she noticed that it had been scraping her ceiling, causing embers to scrape onto the ground. Seeing the embers falling off caused her to stomp onto them rapidly. While she was stomping on the embers, the box creaked open, with a brown hoof opening it. The face hadn't been revealed, but her heart was pounding.
"State your name and why are you here?" Spitfire demanded, and grabbed the table lamp from her small table near her bed, decorated in family photos, and small jars full of knickknacks. The mysterious figure poke it's head out of the box. It was a brown coated, stallion. He had been a bit taller than her, he even wore an odd jacket and he looked a bit... handsome. The stallion cleared his throat and stepped onto her carpet, glancing at his surroundings.
"Another ging', great. Hey, is this Romaneia?" he asked pulling out this thing that looked like a pen, but it seemed more like a glow stick. Spitfire had never seen one of these before, was this unicorn magic? And where was Romaneia? He began to wave around the glow stick along her room, searching through her things.
"Get out of my things! Did you not hear me? Why are you here?" she demanded again, stamping her hoof to the ground. She had picked up his accent, yet she couldn't figure out where he was from. It sounded like he was from Trottingham probably. He stopped searching her things and trotted up to her with a stern look.
"And I asked if this was Romaneia, and you didn't answer. I don't think you can hear me. I guess I shall be off." the stallion sighed, lifting up his glow stick and turned back to the box, away from her. As the stallion was ready to open up the box's door again, Spitfire felt some sort of pressure. She had to do this, she couldn't just let him leave, she needed to know who he was. In the spur of the moment, she whacked him across the head with the lamp, making a loud crashing noise. The stallion instantly fell to his knees and face planted onto the mahogany flooring.
Spitfire stood there, shocked at what she had just done. She dropped the lamp in which she was holding onto the ground, still in shock. What in the world had just done? She guessed that it was some sort of defensive overwhelming shock probably. After all, she did have those fears from time to time, trauma from the war. Shaking her head to snap out of it, she jolted down next to the stallion, finding a big swollen bruise next to his right ear, with some blood leaking out. Spitfire's eyes welled up with tears a bit.
What if she killed him? What if the press was going to find out? Oh would Kitty be so disappointed in her. As if things couldn't get worse, she heard the doorbell ring. She stood, and looked out from her window, to see her special somepony on her porch waiting there with a box of apple pie in his hooves. Things were far too worse now. Spitfire turned towards her bed, yanked off the blanket, and covered the stallion with it. Then she darted to the window, slamming it shut, pulling the curtains to cover the window. She resisted to peer out the window one more time, and she did. As she looked outside she saw him becoming impatient.
"I don't know if you can hear me stranger, but don't wake up!" Spitfire pleaded and bolted out of her room, fumbling down the stairs. As she stopped at the start of the stairs, she looked at her door nervously. She just hoped deep in her heart, that he wouldn't come inside and see what was going on upstairs. Things were way too unexplainable, she knew that he wouldn't believe him if she explained. Taking a deep breath, she opened up her front door.
"Hey Soarin'!" Spitfire smiled, trying her best not to show any nervous feelings. Soarin' held the apple pie happily, placing it in Spitfire's hooves.
"I got it for you Spit, I couldn't help myself at the shops. And I wasn't thinking about myself with the pie, I just couldn't stop thinking of you." Soarin' blushed, kissing her on the cheek. Spitfire blushed back to him and walked out of the door next to him, slightly closing it behind her.
"Why not we sit on the porch? After all, it's a lovely night. We can split the pie, share a kiss." she insisted, already placing herself onto one of the deck chairs on the corner of her porch. Spitfire placed the steaming pie with an apple scented aura onto the fence, letting it cool. Soarin' noticed the nervous tension she had and exchanged his glance for a concerned one.
"Spitfire, are you alright? You seem a bit odd tonight. No offense," he said with a worrying tone.
"I'm fine Soar', I actually feel better that you're here." She blushed, seeing that his worry had left and he leaned in towards her. Spitfire leaned back towards him, ready for that perfect kiss that she dreamed of just about every night. Until her front door was opened and the stallion that she thought was out cold, was standing there wrapped in her blanket.
"You better look out for that ging' she hits hard." The stallion chuckled, rubbing his swollen bruise. Spitfire felt like she was going to melt in front of the two. She was going to lose Soarin' because of this damned stranger! Soarin' looked at her with a hurt look instead of an angered one.
"Spitfire, who... who is this?" Soarin' asked beaming at her and then the stallion. He gritted his teeth at the sly smirk on the stallion's face. But that was just his face, he wasn't really trying to be sly. Spitfire looked down, ashamed, not knowing how to explain. What could she say? That she wished on a star, a blue giant box appeared in her bedroom, and this weird stallion came out of it? She stuttered for what to say to the one she cared for.
"Soarin' I'm afraid I can't explain, you wouldn't believe me," she managed to say. The stallion's face became from a sly one to a meaning sorrowful one, seeing what he had just caused. He trotted up to the troubled from the door, and put his hooves onto Spitfire's shoulders.
"Sir, I'm afraid you're getting this all wrong. She's not even good at whacking!" he tried to explain, but he lacked to realize what he said came out in all the wrong ways. Soarin' narrowed his eyes at Spitfire and picked up his apple pie from the fence.
"I trusted you Spit, why would you do this to me?" he said with hurtful eyes. Spitfire's eyes watered and she sniffled, reaching out her hoof, hoping he would grab onto her, and hug her tightly. But Soarin' turned away and walked off of her porch.
"Please don't go Soarin'! I love you," she called watching Soarin' leave her behind, carrying the apple pie she wished they shared. "Wait Soarin'! Can I at least have the apple pie to remember you?" She at least wanted to sob, while thinking of him. Soarin' turned around with anger shown on his face. He lifted the apple pie, and launched it, the pie smashing into Spitfire's face.
Spitfire stood there with the apples falling down her face, her eyes sealed shut. She began to make a horrible weeping sound, which sounded like she was going to scream. The stallion didn't really know what to do, but he watched the apple-y substance fall down from her face to the porch. He took one hoof, and placed it back onto her shoulder.
"Come on dear, ponies come and go. It's normal! I didn't mean to do this, I swear," he tried to explain to her meaningfully. After a few moments of her weeping, she turned towards him without wiping the muck off of her face.
"Whoever you are, whatever you are, I need to know something. What are you trying to do? Are you just trying to make my life worse?" she sniffled looking at him, with tears streaming down her face. The stallion looked at her sincerely trying to smile to cheer her up.
"No dear, I had no intentions on causing this. Now let's go inside in clear you up, huh?" he insisted, leading her inside.
"Well, who are you?" she sniffled. The stallion didn't answer yet, he just headed into her kitchen and looked for something to clean her up with. Spitfire sighed, and threw herself onto the couch, waiting for him to get the muck off of herself. Spitfire felt like dying there, her life was completely ruined because of him, yet she invited him into her home and let him clean her up. It didn't matter though, her happiness seemed to be completely drained now. The stallion came back to her with a damp towel in his hooves. He helped her sit up, and sat next to her and began to clean the muck off of her. He cleared his throat and continued to clean her up.
"I'm the Doctor. And I'm here to help you."