Raggedy Adventures

by CaptainSanchez

Romanadvoratrelundar

The Doctor stood there, his mouth agape. Admittedly, I could have chosen a different way to reintroduce myself, but the one I chose was just so much fun, you know?

"But you know, I kind of like 'Colgate,' much better than Romana. Never did care much for that, but you were so insistent, weren't you? No! Wait! 'Cole' would be even better! Oh, yes, Cole! It's just brilliant! Ponies used to call me that while I was living as Dr. Minuette, you know, and I always really liked it! Oh, wait. Doc, are you feeling well? Then again, I guess it's to be expected. Been a few years since the Time War, I suppose."

The Doc just sort of stood there, taking it all in. Hm, might take a while. I wonder if my old TARDIS key still works... Oh, wait, I don't have it anymore. Horsefeathers. Oh, well, at least the Doc seems to have regained his composure.

"Well, then, I suppose I should probably get back to the TARDIS. Oh, right!" he exclaimed, facehoofing, "I need a new sonic! Hm... You know, I rather liked the Sonic Cane, maybe I'll go with that. Oooh, yes. Yes, I think it'll do rather nicely. It was good seeing you again, Romana, I wish you the best of luck with Pinkie Pie's teeth. And, to a lesser extent, with rebuilding your destroyed dental practice. Also, tell Pinkie that I said hi. No, it's probably best that I do that personally. Knowing Pinkie, she might cry up another river if she found out that I was in town and didn't say hi. You know, I might be rambling, and I apologize for that. Intellectual build-up, you know? Tends to happen when I go too long without talking, dreadfully sorry," he said.

Wow. I had almost forgotten how rambly he could be. Then again, it's to be expected that he's gotten ramblier with age. Wait... rebuilding? Oh, right. My practice was destroyed. Hm, I wonder...

"Hey, Doc, this actually seems like a great opportunity for me to leave. I mean, my practice is destroyed, and I don't really want to work on teeth in one little (albeit incredibly significant during this time period) backwoods village, not when I know what it's like out there in the universe. In light of all that, I suggest faking my death," I told him. Please don't let him realize what I'm doing...

The Doctor looked me dead in the face, and I have never feared anyone's gaze more in all of my 504 years. Now I remembered why that look he gave the Zaarthanog had scared me: it was his "Oncoming Storm" glare. The rage and disapproval in those ancient eyes of his could make Discord trap himself in stone. By the time he opened his mouth, I was ready to apologize for absolutely everything that had ever happened or ever would happen.

"Romana, we are not going to fake your death. Not only would that shake Ponyville to its very core, but I can tell that you're mostly just saying that to get out of Pinkie Pie's dental appointment. No, we'll say that you've decided to move. I'll be back in three days for the going-away party, ta!"

With that, he ran off. After he rounded the corner of Berry Punch's house, I heard a noise which I knew all too well.

So he still leaves the brakes on, then? It's good to see that some things in the universe never change.

The next few days were horrible. I'm sure that my friends noticed that I had been acting kinda differently, but they probably just chalked it up to stress, since none of them mentioned it. Daisy gave me some free tulips, though. She said it was a "consolation snack," or some such nonsense.

When the party finally was thrown, I didn't enjoy it too much. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it more than most of the parties I'd been to, but for a Pinkie Pie "Goodbye-Colgate-Enjoy-Trottingham-Keep-In-Touch-and-Oh-Yeah-Good-Luck-With-The-New-Deantal-Practice-Thingy Party," it was a bit of a drag. I was just too anxious to go, you know? When I saw the Doc, my hearts each skipped a beat. I quite literally couldn't drag him out of there fast enough. No, seriously. Pinkie wouldn't let me leave until the Doctor gave her a firm talking-to. Even then, she started crying because she didn't include "bouncing around space and time in a blue police barn" in the party's theme. Luckily, when I told her that she could make up for it next time, Pinkie returned to her usual, happily-go-lucky self.

Needless to say, I don't plan on coming back to Ponyville for a long time.

"So, Doc, where to?"

"I hadn't really thought about it, Roma-"

Fortunately, a firm hoof to the face stopped him from saying the next word.

"Doc, I said to call me Cole, remember?"

"Oh, yes, quite right. My bad, Rom- I mean, Cole." the Doc corrected, rubbing his cheek.

"Anyway, what were you saying?"

"Right, I was saying that I hadn't really thought about where we'd go. Now, I think I'll just do some stuff, and we'll see where we end up, okay?"

"With you driving, that would've happened anyway," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Ready to get going, Cole?" He asked, already pushing buttons, flipping switches, and puling levers like mad.

"Sure thing, Doc," I replied, taking a seat on the sofa he kept in his Console Room.

"Then we're off!" He shouted, flipping the big De-Mat switch.

VWORP

VWORP

VWORP

VWHRRR

VWHRRR

VWHRRR

I have to admit, I was a bit on edge. My first adventure in centuries, and I could hardly wait to open those wooden doors. Once I did, though, I was greeted by a most unusual sight. Well, for this life, anyway. After all, it's not every day that one finds an entire platoon of Lunar Guardsponies, weapons at the ready, crowded around oneself. I wasn't really upset by it, though. Only one thought could go through my mind right then: I've really missed this.