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// Stacatto Energy 
// Story: Octaves of Time 
// by KodyMcQ 
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As they walked back to the TARDIS, Octavia thought. Octavia was still startled by The Doctor's calmness about leaving Rose behind/Killing Rose. She had only known the brown Colt for... She didn't want to go into specifics with all the time travel. She had only known the brown Colt for a little while now, but even to her this seemed out of character. And she was the depressive, Cello playing Mare, who was normally playing at casual parties, who was now the eccentric companion of The Doctor, who had not once thought of her Cello, and was time traveling left and right. She snapped out temporarily to enter the TARDIS.

Octavia thought of The Memory once again, how her parents were refusing to let her live her life as a Cello Player. How she wanted to just scream at them in glee “LOOK AT WHAT I'VE DONE NOW!” and dance around them. They were parents after all, not heartless soul stealers. They would've been happy for her, pleased to know she was living her life happy, well, as happy as a depressed Cello player could be.

She started to drift off from the sounds of the TARDIS, and think of what life was like if her parents were still here. Would she have been happier? Have found a nice Colt, married him, and had kids? What would the kids be like? Would she still weep when she played her parents lullaby they sang her when she was a Filly? Or would they have died in some other tragic accident? So many questions filled her head. She just simply-

Octavia fell to the glass floor with a THUD. The Doctor, obviously startled by the fact she just smacked herself into the ground without warning, quickly galloped over to her and checked her. 

“Phew, someone's just a little tired.” He said, checking her neck for her pulse, and watching her eyelids move around profusely. He picked her up and dragged her over to her room, across from Roses room.

The Doctor thought back on when he had done with Rose in the EverFree Forest.

“Doctor, I have no time for your foolish games.” Rose said, a slither of stuck up arrogance in her voice, “It's time to end the silly game and face your death. Aren't you tired of running?”

The Doctor gave her a worried look, then saw that, slowly, Rose began to change colors, not into a Changeling, but something much more dreadful.

“LET'S GO INTO THE CAVE” He said as loud as he could, yet trying to sound very calm. He galloped into the cave as fast as he could, as the Weeping Angel Changeling Hybrid Rose Thing chased after him. WEACHR for short, he decided. A cream colored shadow, only vaguely visible to those looking for it, pulled a hidden snare from the ground and trapped the WEACHR.

“There you go. I've rid myself of you, whatever you are. I know you've already killed Rose. So it's quite alright with me if you stay here forever.” The Doctor said, welcoming the cream colored shadow from his hiding spot, revealing a tall sleek cream colored Pegasus Colt, with Fiery red hair, yet not so red it's Ginger. His 5 pointed blue star cutie mark shone slightly in the dark cave.

“Meet Starburst, you Weeping Changeling Friend Thing. He's been travelling with me as my companion longer than Rose, and the REAL Rose would've asked where he was while She was on the TARDIS. I'll see you in 10 years, you stupid thing. Once all this Equestria Poof buisness is over.”

“Equestria Poof what?” Starburst asked. He had to admit, it was quite a while since he'd done any travelling with The Doctor. And when they last met, which was around 7 months ago, The Doctor had warned him he'd have to live 10 years in the past for a bit, to be part of a “Bigger Plan”. He had spent enough time with The Doctor to know that it obviously wasn't safe to go back to his own time, so he had agreed with The Doctor. “Explain this to me later, Doctor.”



Starburst had now taken residence of Roses room, and was snoozing away. Meanwhile Octavia was taking a nap in her room across the hallway in the TARDIS. And The Doctor, he never slept. He was busy working on the TARDS, who was refusing to budge. 

“Come one now... Sexy.” He looked around before saying the last word. He's been calling it that since his TARDIS came to life in that body on that planet that talked. That was weird. He was tinkering with the Inter-Dimensional Matrix, and mumbling to himself all sorts of Timey-Wimey stuff.


When the two sleeping ponies finally woke up, The Doctor was waiting outside their rooms with a few platters of food. He could tell the two were very very tired, as it took Starburst finishing his food at the table to notice that the other was there.

“Um, Doctor? Who's the fine Mare sitting across from me?” Starburst asked, nudging his head in the direction of a now blushing Octavia.

“Starbust meet Octavia, Octavia meet Starburst. Starbust was my companion before and during Rose, and Octavia is the sole destroyer of Equestria, and the one to save it.” The Doctor said, munching on a stick of Celery behind Starburst.

The ponies locked eyes for a few seconds, then quickly looked away. Starburst was a lot more calm in the situation than Octavia, who just continued eating, while Octavia had a small heart attack inside. And it didn't help her condition when he looked up every now and then to wink at her.

“Oh, alright then. I'll let you two talk. I, need to go find, a paperclip.” The Doctor said, and quickly left the TARDIS, leaving the two ponies to discuss. And discuss they did. It turns out the two ponies had a lot in common, same month of birth, same year, same hometown of Fillydelphia. The two ponies even shared their interests in music, Starburst being a Piano and Trumpet player, and dabbling in the occasional Viola.

The two ponies talked for 2 hours. Then 3. Then they realized The Doctor never came back. 4 Hours. 5 Hours. Finally they got worried. 

“Where is he? The Doctor isn't usually late. Of course the fact he has the TARDIS to help makes it easier, but he's never late on his errands.” Starburst said, strutting around the Console in the middle of the TARDIS.

“That must be one damn good Paperclip he's looking for. Taking him this whole time to find it.” Octavia remarked, standing up from her chair to look our the TARDIS door.

Unlike the Cat, The Doctor never came back, the very next day.


“A paperclip. That's all I came for. A paperclip. Why is it taking me so long to find the TARDIS? Am I lost? No. The Doctor doesn't get lost. But then again, The Doctor always has his TARDIS. I always have my TARDIS. Where am I anyways? The EverFree Forest?” The Doctor was thinking out loud. He wasn't one for thinking in his head, that's for sure. The one thing he couldn't stop thinking of was the fact that he had left two hopeless ponies stuck in his poor TARDIS.

His brain was hammering away at the paradox issue, of the multiple Octavias in Equestria at one time, and was actually surprised that the ammount of them wasn't the issue. The issue was her looking into her own eyes. The Doctor took a seat to think.

Think of the Octavias that matter, not the 13 useless ones of her rammering away in Equestria with no interaction. Was rammering a word? Bah. One Octavia, Octavia1, Woke in the morning, and prepared for the Party. Then Equestria ended. Two Octavia, Octavia2, spoke with Lyra then went to the Party. Three Octavia, Octavia3, tackled the Changeling. But there's one thing missing. Octavia4, who looked into the eyes of Octavia3 and poofed Equestria, had not happened yet.

But that was exactly it.

The Doctor finally had it. He wasn't sure what he had, but he had it. He needed an energy pulse, one that would need to be the TARDIS mixed with the destruction of a World, to be able to completely pull back the universe, and only those knowledgeable of the happening would remember it, but only as a dream. He had it. He quickly set off to find wherever his TARDIS was, but was stopped by a screeching of stone on stone in front of him. He recognized it very well.

Cream colored, rose hair. Breath cold as stone in a winters night, and metamorphosis abilities of a changeling.

“Hello, Doctor. It didn't take me very long to escape your little trap. Now escape mine.” It said, breathing down his mane as its form turned into something he knew very closely. He closed his eyes tight, and when he opened them, he whimpered in fear.

He was standing face to face with himself, and surrounded by Changelings.