//------------------------------// // Chapter Three: The Taste of Adventure // Story: The Getaway // by Spittyfire //------------------------------// "That's a weird name. Your name is your occupation?" Spitfire asked, dunking in a few of her sugar cookies into her hot chocolate. The Doctor shivered at her doing this. It wasn't normal to him. He didn't even understand why she was smiling at the taste. It made absolutely no sense, and it even looked unflattering. Chocolate and sugar cookies? That would simply sugar up the body causing fat. How unhealthy, and unneeded. The Doctor was too good for cookies, proteins were his treats. He almost chuckled seeing how he thought of himself as a manly stallion, yet he was creating recipes with a mixer in a fancy, unused kitchen. He glanced at her before opening her fridge. "I'm not a doctor who fixes up ponies' boo-boos. I am something... a bit more special," he corrected her, searching her fridge to find plenty of foods to make so many things. So many choices... too overwhelming. This was his chance to make his own protein shake, like the amazing labels and fascinating tastes. "Well Doctor, I am Spitfire. I bet you've heard of me before though," she said calmly, finding some crust in her mane-tips. "I already know that your name is Spitfire, dear," he laughed, finding a mixer in the cabinet. It was so new, did Spitfire even use these supplies? It looked as if it was only used once, and it was still in the box. Spitfire really needed to use her supplies, or he would plan on taking it himself. But he would not do that, he would not forgive himself if he did that. "How did you know my name? I mean, I am famous and everything, but is that the only reason why you know me? I feel like just about everyone knows me for being a Wonderbolt, and nothing more," she explained, a bit disappointed, she guessed that he had not known her for anything else important. "A Wonder-what?" he asked rummaging in her cabinets now. "I've never heard of a Wonderbolt, but I heard you from up there," he replied, pointing upwards. "There? As in...?" she asked, waiting for him to respond. Yet he did not, how peculiar. He just continued going through her things.There was no point in scolding him, after all it wasn't like she had somepony to talk to at the ongoing moment. But what had he meant by 'up there'? "Wait, wait. You are a star?" Spitfire gasped, but shook her head. "You cannot be a star, how do I even know you are real? In fact, my friend was drunk before. Insanely drunk, and maybe now I'm drunk too. Maybe I'm just imagining all of this, you are not real!" she exclaimed, still pondering if this was a reality or not. "Spitfire, I'm not a star. Do I look like a flaming ball of gas? I hope I don't, otherwise your house would be on fire. The star you saw was my lovely blue box upstairs. I was in there, dillydallying, and I was tuning in on different stations when somehow your wish interrupted my signal. It was weird, since many ponies wish and yet your wish was picked up by my signal," he chuckled at Spitfire's shocked facial expression. "You're telling me that you and you're blue box up in my room were floating in space, and you just so happened to hear my wish for hope in my life?" she questioned him, finding this hard to believe. The Doctor smirked, as if he had been answering this question many times. "My job is to help those in need in this universe and beyond. To save those before the society they are in corrupts. Yet, it's not really my job! I do it for fun, and I do have a conscious," the Doctor responded, finding the perfect ingredients for his recipe. Spitfire crossed her hooves and still looked at him disbelievingly. "I still don't believe you," she grumbled, remaining cross-hooved. Only moving her hoof to eat another sugar cookie. Oh they were so delectable. The Doctor rolled his eyes and pulled out cans of tuna, and plopping them into the mixer, not bothering to do it slowly. Just one big plop. "If you don't believe me, then why haven't you kicked me out yet?" the Doctor interrogated her. Then he grabbed a can of whipped cream and tasted a bit in his mouth. Ah, just to make his concoction a bit sweeter. Spitfire didn't know how to respond back to him. In all honesty, she had no idea why she didn't kick him out in the first place. If he was anypony else, she would've bucked them out into the skyline. Why hadn't she done it with him though? "Well... I think it is because I'm lonely alright? And just maybe you were in the star I wished on, and you somehow came to help me, it just doesn't seem real," Spitfire admitted, watching him plop in some of her rather-becoming-old sardines into the mixer. "There's a question on your mind though. I know you are dying to ask me something," he said over the rumbling of the mixer, causing the fish and cream to become one whole liquid. How disgusting... Spitfire thought she was going to hurl, but that wouldn't be ladylike. Even if she didn't really have any self confidence after her little fight with Soarin'. "Yes there is, and it is... well... what in Equestria are you doing?" Spitfire asked, looking away from the mixer and at his eyes, finally making eye-contact. "Don't get off subject Spitfire. It's just I really do like proteins, after all, I am in great shape. Aren't I?" he bragged, chuckling a bit. Spitfire rolled her eyes, surely he wasn't really going to drink that nasty grime he had created. She wondered for a moment if it was going to pop out of the mixer and jump onto the Doctor's face. "Then what's with the whipped cream? I don't believe there are any proteins in that," Spitfire mentioned, taking a sip of her normal, warm, satisfying cocoa. "A true stallion enjoys a bit of sweetness in his life," he chuckled. "But I'm afraid you're not telling me the question that is brewing your mind." He stated, picking up his concoction and sipping it, not afraid to make one big gulp sound. Spitfire had to turn away completely, covering her mouth with her hoof. The sight was ever-so unappetizing. "I am not changing the subject. It's just funny how you seem right most of the time. You must be a mind reader. After all, you must be plenty of things right? You're from space, and you have a teleporting box. Amazing!" Spitfire said sarcastically. The Doctor adjusted his old red bowtie that was sharply around his neck, above his old jacket. "The question is Spitfire, who is the Doctor? Why is he so fetching? Why does he have a big blue box up in your bedroom? And why oh why hasn't he proved anything he's been saying to you?" the Doctor chuckled, finishing drinking up his concoction with a loud slurp. "Once again, you're a bit scary to be honest. Maybe you really are a mind reader. I don't know who you are, or what you are. But you're just so..." she paused, searching for words. "Weird. I'm the weirdest pony you'll ever meet Spitfire. And there are plenty of questions that I'm going to have to answer for you, and I'm completely okay with that. But I am very weird... abstract perhaps. I want you to come with me Spitfire. The good thing is, is that you're not going to meet many ponies like me if you stay here and mope. Cos I can just go back in my box, and never be seen again," the Doctor told her, trying to encourage her to come with him. Meanwhile, Spitfire was rubbing her hooves along the warm mug, thinking of Soarin' deeply. Perhaps she did need to take her mind off the drama for a bit. The Doctor glanced at her as she was in thought and turned back to the mess he made. He placed the cup and the mixer glass in the sink and scrubbed it away. As he scrubbed the mixer he saw a bit of the sardines stuck inside the sides of the glass. As soon as he saw the sardines, he thought of Amy. Oh Amy, why did he let her go so easily? He could've done more... he definitely could of. This time he wasn't going to lose anyone else now. He was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe. After all, he was getting older now, and much more mature. What was he now, 1,200? Sure, not like he bothered to remember. Spitfire cleared her throat and stopped her thought train. This had been a big decision, and if she was to make the wrong choice, she could suffer the immense consequences. But why did that matter anymore? It wasn't like she had much to look forward to now. She was completely tired of the drama and looked at the Doctor with a stern, sure-of-herself look and sniffled. "Alright Doctor, you win. Show me this blue box, and that you heard me from space. You might be telling me the truth, possibly, but I can't believe you until you show me this is actually having. Prove it to me! Prove it to me, stranger," Spitfire said, standing from the kitchen counter's leather seat and headed upstairs to her bedroom. The Doctor quickly placed his rag and the cleaned mixer onto the counter and dashed up the stairs following her. "Spitfire, are you really sure about this?" The Doctor questioned her one last time, standing in her bedroom's doorway. Spitfire bolted into her room, and went to her mirror, taking out the bits of the pie that was left, and fixed up her hair. Even if it wasn't needed, she wanted to look her best. Maybe he was telling the truth... she didn't want to look completely odd. Spitfire looked back at him through the mirror and smirked. "I'm very sure of myself Doctor. This'll be a quick trip won't it? We'll stand in your cramped box for a moment, then feel awkward for another moment. They'll probably be a unicorn strapped to the ceiling to do a little trick, and finally I'll come back here, and we will probably never see one another again." Spitfire laughed, putting on a bathrobe. The Doctor looked at all her lovely clothes hanging around the room and then at her robe. She couldn't wear anything else more appealing? It seemed none of his new companions could care less about what they wore when they started off with him. Yet he didn't know if Spitfire was willing to be his companion. She turned back towards him away from the mirror and looked at him and his shabby box. "Surely I'll have time to come home and bathe. This won't take long probably, it'll be a quick second and I'll be home. Now show me your amazing space traveling box!" Spitfire said obnoxiously on the right side of the blue box. The Doctor gave her an annoyed look, oh she really did need to shut up before she was proven wrong. "You better watch your mouth dear. You'll get into plenty of situations, and you'll possibly be eaten alive out there," the Doctor warned. "Now before you ask million questions, yes, it's bigger on the inside." he chuckled, and opened his blue box. As soon as the door was opened, Spitfire's jaw dropped. This wasn't real, it was impossible! It was bigger on the inside. Much bigger! Perhaps it was the size of her bathroom, bedroom, and her balcony. This had to be some sort of unicorn magic, but for some unapparent reason, she found it somewhat real. "Yes, yes dear. It's bigger on the inside. And no it's not unicorn magic or witchcraft. This is my lovely TARDIS! Take the time to admire her. Cos in here, you have all the time you've ever wanted," he cheerily told her, going up some gray steps and towards a console in the middle of the TARDIS. The console was decorated in buttons and levers, and a few monitors. Around the room was lights of green, walls of orange, tubes everywhere, hanging from the ceiling and all sorts of sounds coming from around the room. In the center of the TARDIS was a tube in the middle of the console, with a strange liquid bouncing slowly around in it. The room was spacious, so fantastic, this couldn't have been real. "A-Alright Doctor, where's the magic in all this? I'm guessing that blue box is some sort of portal... but that doesn't make any sense! No... this can't be real. How is this happening?" Spitfire grasped for words, slowly believing that this wasn't some sort of magic show. "Dear, all this is just... wibbley wobbley timey wimey stuff. I'll pinch you if you want, this is really real! Because this is all really happening," he tried to persaude her, looking away from the amazed Spitfire towards his console. Spitfire placed her hooves towards her forehead, she was starting to grow a migraine. She slowly trotted up to him cautiously. "Pinch me... pinch me pl-" she was interrupted by a sudden sharp pain and she squealed. She rubbed her shoulder and stared at the Doctor. "There you go, a wonderful rambunctious pinch! Are you still in you're little daydream? Because I'd love to have you with me. I'm rather lonely.. are you positive you want to come with me?" he asked slowly, just incase she was still a bit out of it. Spitfire gave him a longing look. For some reason, she felt safe around the Doctor. As if Soarin' was beside her. Maybe she could show Soarin' how brilliant this was. If he loved her again... he had to love her again! They were the best fliers, the two of them together. It was be even more brilliant to fly with him through space! She nodded politely at the Doctor. "I am positive I want to go with you Doctor. I need to be with somepony more than ever. Because I need this so much. An opportunity to just getaway," Spitfire smiled, and looked anxiously at him. The Doctor nodded at her, wishing he had a hat to tip at her. "Well then, we have much to see, much to do," he quickly spoke, flipping switches and jamming buttons. "You can see anything you want Spitfire. We can go anywhere in the universe! Now, where would you like to go?"