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// Book the Third 
// Story: MLP : Guardians are magic 
// by HyperShadic100 
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MLP : Guardians

Derpy Hooves shall be referred to in all of my stories as Ditzy Doo.
Oh yes, the disclaimers!  Um. . . oh yes!  MLP:FIM is the property of Lauren Frost and Hasbro.
A/N: Get a score card and count how many times I wrote 'The Doctor' and for each one take a drink!
(P.S. I do not condone underage drinking)

Book the Third AKA Meeting The Doctor and Ditzy

I awoke in the middle of a big room filled with buttons and levers and slide-y things and whatnot.  Tied up in a chair it gave me a chance to reflect on everything that happened.  Wasn't easy with a throbbing pain in my head, but I did my best.  1. Landed in a strange world with more trees than a national park.  2. This world seemed to have more ponies than a farmhouse.  3. Some of the ponies could talk. . . wait shouldn't that be number one on the list?  Ahhhh, never mind.  5. . . wait no 4, how did I forget 4?  Oh well.  4. The apples here seemed sweeter than back home. . . HOW IS THIS HELPING THE SITUATION?!  I'll just. . . stop going through the checklist then.

It was a few minutes before my savior/kidnapper walked through the door.  The brown pony walked up a few steps, around a giant console, back down the few steps and over to me.  “Oh, hello.  Your awake.  I told her there was nothing to worry about. . . for the most part.”  I gawked at the pony as he stood smiling at me.  I shook my head clear and smiled broadly, “Hello, great delusion of mine.  At what time does the narwhal bacon?”  The brown pony tilted his head and looked at me funny.  “I hit you harder than I thought.  Strange, the screwdriver didn't say anything about brain damage. . . Ah, I see what's going on.  You think your crazy and in an attempt to escape your insanity you're trying to be insane to the objects of your insanity.”  I gawked at him again.  “That is the most sensible thing my insanity has ever said. . . I can't be insane can I. . .”  I trailed off hoping that he would tell me who he was.  I wasn't disappointed as he introduced himself.  “I am The Doctor, other ponies call me Doctor Whooves, no idea why, bloody unimaginative if you ask me.”  I tilted my head and could only ask, “Doctor Who?”  The Doctor chuckled and answered, “Just, The Doctor.  You are in the TARDIS, that stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space.  That darling gray pegasus that you saw earlier was my assistant Ditzy Doo.  She's off delivering the mail right now.  Really takes her job seriously. . .”  I was beginning to become annoyed.  “Doc, are you going to let me out of these chains.  Why all the precautions anyway?”  He seemed to have just realized I was still a 'captive audience', “Oh, right, sorry I had to make sure you weren’t a bad person.  I didn't think you were after saving that pony but I couldn't be sure,” he gave me a knowing smile, “You know how humans are.”  With that he used a weird device that seemed almost like a screwdriver and waved it at the lock that I had just noticed was next to my right hand and it unlocked.  The chains fell to the floor as I stood up and stretched.  I gave him a smile and looked around the TARDIS.  “Quite the machine you've got here Doctor, why doesn't anyone notice how big it is?”  I asked curiosity getting the better of me.  The Doctor gave me another smile as he walked over to the door he had entered from and peeked out.  “It's safe to see I guess.  Come on outside but hurry, wouldn't want anyone to see you and cause a panic about a strange alien, now do we.”  I hurried over to the Doctor and stood outside next to him.  “Its bigger on the inside,” I muttered as a stared at the small blue police/pony box.  He chuckled and proceeded to re-enter the TARDIS with me right behind him.  He turned as soon as I got through the door and closed it behind us.  “Now,” he declared (if he had hands, this is the part were he would clap them together, still did a good job of it with hooves), “Let's see if we can do something about that nasty little standing out problem that you have.”  The Doctor pointed the screwdriver-like device at me and I instinctively stepped out of the way.  He pointed it at me again and I heard a muffled, “Don't worry this shouldn't hurt one bit.”  I realized that it was pointless because, well he was probably going to trap me anyways.  A blue laser hit me in the face as I felt myself changing.  I blacked out again.  I shook my head clear as I saw another person in the TARDIS other than the Doctor and myself.  The gray pegasus from earlier, “I assume that you're Ditzy Doo?”  She nodded and smiled.  “Want a muffin,” she asked holding a muffin in her hoof.  I reached out for it and saw that my arm changed to a dull red hoof.

I probably freaked out a bit because I remember waking up a few minutes later with a throbbing pain in my head, The Doctor standing with a rock in his hoof.  “I do wish that you weren't so excitable.  I hate having to hit you with this rock.”  I shook my head clear again and glared at him.  “Then stop hitting me,” I muttered and looked over at Ditzy, who was looking at me with concern.  I smiled and said, with a reassuring voice, “I can take a few knocks to the head.  It's thick enough.”  She smiled and offered me the muffin again which I took, without freaking out, and ate, rather clumsily (YOU try eating for the first time without fingers, but fully working arms).  The Doctor cheered after I had taken the last bite and said, “That was bloody marvelous!  Congratulations, you are now on your way to passing as a normal pony.  Just one last thing you need to learn.  Your cutie mark.”  I looked with a disappointed stare.  “Couldn't you call it something cooler than 'cutie mark',” I complained, to which the Doctor shook his head.  “Nope, sorry, that's what it's called.  We can't have everything that we want.  Because then, I'd be a ginger.”  I stared at him after the last part and mumbled, “I just meant tell me it under a different name.”  I looked at myself in a mirror.  I saw that not only was I a dull red, but covered in a brown cloak, as well as having somewhat more animated blue eyes.  “Now a cutie mark is located on the flank, or rump as it were, of each pony once they find their special talent, which you already found.  So let's get a look, shall we?”  With his question still hanging in the air he walked over to a fan and turned it on.  The cloak fluttered in the breeze like a cape and on my 'flank', as it were, I saw a lion and a tiger.  I looked at The Doctor to give me some directions and he merely muttered to himself, “Never really seen any animal cutie marks other than that one pegasus, what was her name again. . . ah well, I'll remember it eventually.  Now what to name you?  Leon?  Tyler?  Stop me whenever I say something that really sticks your fancy.”  I put a hoof up and shook my head.  “Don't you think I should be the one to pick the name Doctor,” I asked and he thought about it for about 30 seconds and nodded.  “I think I should go by Red-mane, or maybe Simba.”  The Doctor, along with Ditzy looked at me and laughed to which I just sunk my head in defeat and muttered, “I'll, just, go with Tyler, then.”  The Doctor and Ditzy's laughing subsided after a minute or two and Ditzy walked over to the door of the TARDIS and motioned for me to follow her.  I went over to the door and heard the Doctor say to us, “Ditzy show him around the town and introduce him to those six, what were there names again?  Midnight Twinkle. . . one had something to do with apples, one had something to do with dashing or something to that effect. . . Ah, well they'll introduce themselves.  Have fun!”  And with that Ditzy opened the doors and we exited the TARDIS and began walking into the town I had saved that pony from earlier.