Exiled
Scared and alone, that is what the Doctor felt at this very moment. He knew when calling in the Time Lords that this sham of a trial of his could have happened, but he did it anyways.
He knew after seeing the horrors of the War Chief and War Lord’s mad experiments to take these poor saps from their own time lines to fight in some barbaric ‘game’. He knew that if this plan had not been stopped both the humans involved along with the rest of the galaxy would suffer under both of their tyrannical rule. Nevertheless, the Doctor was scared at what would happen next.
“Now then, what about me?”, The Doctor solemnly stated to the lead Time Lord. He had seen the fates of his two companions, Zoe and Jamie. He was content knowing that even if they wouldn’t fully remember all of their adventures together they would at least be able to live their own lives to the fullest.
“We have accepted your plea that there is evil in this universe, which must be fought and that you have still a part to play in this battle.”, the lead Time Lord said with a faint smirk that the Doctor know was hiding something deeper in thought.
The Doctor was in shock, ‘They have actually considered my plea to help the galaxy? Have the Time Lords really changed from the passive people they once were?’. He thought to himself seeing that the Time Lords of old would never have actually accepted what he had said. Still he knew that the smirk that the main judge had was hiding something very ominous.
“So does that mean you will let me go free?, the Doctor asked inquisitively as he had wished to do so with every fiber of his being.
The lead Time Lords smirk grew larger as he turned his head towards his fellow Time Lord, turning back he said ,“Not entirely “, he said with his smirk turning into a more neutral tone, “We have noticed your particular interest in the planet Earth, the frequency of your visits must of given you special knowledge on the inhabitants of this planet and its problems.”.
The Doctor having heard this now realized why that smirk he saw earlier looked so ominous, were the Time Lords really going to have Earth be involved with the punishment he was going to receive?
“Well yes, I suppose so, I suppose that’s true, Earth seems to be more vulnerable than others yes.”, he replied back to them, not liking where the situation with his punishment was going.
“For that reason you will be sent back to that planet.”, the Time Lord paused knowing that the following words would crush the Doctor, “In exile”.
“What?, He exclaimed in shock hearing what his punishment was, fear was now coursing through his body, in-between both his hearts , knowing that exile was the least of his worries at the time.
The Time Lord continued with the sentencing, “ You will be sent to 20th Century Earth, and will remain there as long as we see fit, and during that time the secrets of the Tardis will be held from you.”, he said in finality.
The Doctor at that moment finally realized the true scope of his punishment: the Time Lords were going to send him to Earth to ‘protect’ it which would mean he would be stuck there with no way of escape. “
"You cannot send me to one primitive planet, in one century in time!”, the Doctor proclaimed trying to argue against what he knew was the inventible. “Besides, I’m known on the Earth, it would be very awkward for me.”, knowing that groups like UNIT had worked with him before and would be curious to find the secret he held from them.
“You appearance has change before Doctor, it will change again and that is part of the sentence.”, the lead Time Lord retorted as if trying to alleviate the obvious shock on the Doctor’s face.
“YOU CAN’T JUST CHANGE WHAT I LOOK LIKE WITHOUT CONSULTING ME!”, the Doctor screamed in panic as he saw that time was running out in the trial. “You will have an opportunity to choose your new appearance Doctor.” the Time Lord said knowing the trial was near its end. With that he turned to the large screen above him and arranged pictures of different faces that would be offered to the Doctor as his next regeneration.
Needless, to say the Doctor was not alright with any of the faces he saw ,“That is too old, that one to fat, too young that on is, and that one is too skinny.”, he remarked with a slight tone of anger in his voice still terrified with the face they would force regeneration on him.
“You’re wasting time Doctor.”, he retorted to the Doctor knowing he was standing on borrowed time.
“This is really the best you could do, I have never seen an incredible bunch!” the Doctor shouted back with sarcasm drooling from his words.
“Since you refuse to take the decision the decision will be taken for you.”, was the last thing the Doctor heard as the Time Lords in front of him had vanished.
Opening his eyes the Doctor only saw darkness all around him. Looking everywhere, he tried to find some sort of opening to break free but saw nothing. He truly was trapped.
He could overhear in the darkness the final sentencing of the Time Lords and thought to himself, ‘Is this really it? Will I be sent into to exile, forced to fight without the capability to travel though time and space? ‘. Suddenly, another voice popped into his head, an unfamiliar one, one that he knew he listened to would cause him trouble in the long term.
‘So lay the great Doctor, forced to fight for some mere humans, and trapped on their puny planet with no escape.’ the voice told him dripping with false sympathy.
‘Who are you, and what do you want with me?’, the Doctor asked back his mind on edge.
‘I am only a friend’ the voice said back ‘A friend that doesn’t want you trapped with these boring humans and instead wants you to have something greater, something more adventurous. All you have to do is accept my offer. ‘The voice continued now changing his tone to a more caring softer tone.
The Doctor at this moment was conflicted he knew that if he accepted this voiced offer the consequences could be possibly worse than what the Time Lords sentences him to. On the other hand knowing he would be forced to change his appearance and losing the ability to use the TARDIS, what really could happen to him that could be worse than that?
In the end, the Doctor asked the one question that was keeping him on the fence: ‘And if I accept your offer will I likewise not be able to use the TARDIS or will you allow me to keep that power?’, and with that waited for the response from the voice.
‘While I cannot promise you immediate usage of the TARDIS, I can promise you the ability to use it in an increased time in comparison to the ones who exiled you.’, the voice said after a short pause.
With that the Doctor knew what choice he would take ‘Then I accept your offer’, the Doctor told back to the voice knowing that being forced to the exile and having the ability to use the TARDIS from him was really worse than anything this voice could do to him. He would later come back to question this choice in the future however once all was said an done.
The Doctor's vision turned from darkness into a vortex of color his world twisting and turning around him. The very last thing he heard before completely losing himself was: ‘Wonderful! I really do hope you enjoy your new world of Equestria!’ ,and with that the Doctor fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Inside the void, the voice now materialized into existence, putting his paw and claw together in glee, Discord was ecstatic “Finally I have found something to bring over from the other side to cause as much chaos as I can!” Discord hollered to himself. “I have big plans for you Doctor, and I can only hope that you can do half as much as I have seen you done in this universe”. Discord then snapped his fingers and the void once again returned to its eternal silence
Ponyville was quiet for once, and Twilight Sparkle was happy with that fact. After having,in a short span of time, stopped Nightmare Moon from turning all Equestria into darkness, solving a crisis with her friends about tickets to the biggest event of the year, the Grand Galloping Gala, and having to face a unicorn with an ego so big that she could fill up the entirety of the Everfree Forest, Twilight believed that she deserved a break.
Today was a Saturday, and having finally caught up with her letters to Princess Celestia, Twilight could finally catch up on her newest book: ‘History of Magic, Volume III’. She sat down on her bed an opened the book gleefully returning to read about the Great Starbeard the Swirled and his advancements in the realm of magic.
Suddenly, there was rocking beneath her, using her magic to close to book she quickly jumped out of her bed and trotted down the stairs where the rocking and rumbling was growing in volume. Then the noise joined in, it was a screeching noise, much like if somepony rubbed two gears together with no oil to help it sound smooth. Twilight could only watch in awe as in the middle of her home something started to appear.
Out of thin air something was materializing inside her own home, Twilight noted to herself that there was no auras of magic surround it. She was now wondering to herself just how this thing could appear without any magic assisting it. Putting those thoughts aside, Twilight watched with further mindful eyes and the object started to solidify even further.
She noted that the object now resembled a blue box with black windows and was very tall. So tall infact she would even guess that what even was inside it would be taller than Princess Celestia. Upon further inspection, she could read out letters near the top of the box which stated “Police (Public Call) Box”.
‘Police Box, I have never heard of any Police force in Equestria use these types of boxes, let alone allowing these “Boxes” to teleport into random ponies homes.’, with further inspection she found more writing on the front door of the so called ‘Police Box’.
However, before she could read it a voice came to her left which broke her concentration, “Holy Guacamoly!”, the voice cried in shock, “What in Equestria is that and what is it doing in our house Twilight!” the voice continued, its tone growing more terrified with each word spoken.
Turning around Twilight saw it to be her assistant/brother/helper, Spike whose little dragon body was now trembling with fear with one finger pointed at the box.
Twilight quickly galloped over to Spike as she saw the look of confusion and terror on his face as he along with her had no idea of what this box was and how it got her. Giving him a tight hug, she put two front hoofs on his face and told him “It’s ok Spike, I don’t think this box, or whatever it is, is here to harm us.” She told him in the clear motherly voice she had used in times where he was particularly stressed out.
After calming Spike down, both Spike and Twilight continued with inspecting the box to see if there was any indication of anypony inside of it. “So now what do we do Twilight?”, Spike asked while twiddling his claws, his body still shaking a little by the events that just transpired.
“Honestly Spike, I don’t know what to do, for once I am at a loss of words, I mean a big blue box that just appears out of nowhere is something that even I haven’t seen before” Twilight remarked back while inspecting further.
She was able to read the words on the front of the box which stated that this box was a “Police Telephone”, whatever that was, and was available for use for free for the public. After reading this, she finally noticed the two handles on the door and realized to herself, this is how you get in.
Twilight took her horn and directed magic on the handles and pulled the doors open, or at least she tried to pull them open. It seemed no matter how hard she tried she could not open the doors with her magic. She even tried adding her own hooves to the equation and the doors still would not budge.
Turning to her left towards Spike she told him, “I think whatever this thing is, its locks, which means there should not be anything thing or anypony inside”, saying with an air of calmness to try to alleviate Spike’s fears.
At that exact moment the door opened and something fell on top of her.
After calming down Spike again, when he saw the so called “Monster From the Box” that fell on top of her she could now clearly see just what fell on her. To her surprise it was not a pony that was inside the box but instead a griffin.
Her thoughts went back to that incident with Rainbow Dash’s “Friend” Gilda and the events surrounding her leaving town. Still she put those thoughts back into her mind and told herself, just because the one griffin I happened to meet was a jerk, does not mean that all griffin are like that. With that Twilight turned back from her thoughts and on the griffin that was moved to the closest couch in the library.
With closer inspection the griffin looked very similar to Gilda, a brown body with yellow forearms and a white feathered head. However, unlike Gilda this griffin had no purple circles around his eyes and replacing those with slight bags around his eyes, showing that he was much older than Gilda was. Moving to the beak, Twilight saw that the beak was much longer and larger than Gilda further showing who ever this was, they were older than the former. Finally Twilight looked on the top of its head and saw that the feathers there looked like a darker almost grey tone.
With that however, Twilight could suddenly hear something, looking around she saw that these were not sounds but words, coming from the griffin.
“Jamie . . . Zoe . . . No stop . . .”, were the only things she heard from the griffin before it returned into its slumber.
From the relatively deeper tone of the voice Twilight had now realized this was most likely a male griffin, still she was wondering: ‘What in the world is an adult griffin who felt out of a box doing in my home? He could be hurt or worse, dying!’
Turning back to Spike, who was watching the griffin a short distance away, told him, “Spike can you please get a letter ready for Princess Celestia ready, also can you call in Applejack and Rainbow Dash? I need help bring our newest ‘visitor’ here to the hospital.”
The Doctor woke up to listen to a hospital monitor. He had not remembered much other than hearing multiple voices in the background. “He came out of a box, which appeared out of nowhere, with no magic!”, a female voice said, one who had carried what the Doctor could only describe as an air of intelligence.
“Where ya think he came from?”, another female voice injected, this one sounded more like they had an American Southern influence to it,
“Oh I hope he is all right” a third extremely quiet voice near whispered in the background.
A final voice, the first male one the Doctor noticed ,injected through all of this saying” Now, now this young griffin needs his rest and I doubt with all of you here he can get some”
‘Griffin? What do you mean Griffin? I don’t remember seeing anything other then humanoid faces in the Time Lord’s Pictures ’, the Doctor now thought to himself as he quickly opened his eyes to see not humans who were around his bedside, but a multitude of techy-color ponies with huge eyes and varying types of colors.
‘Oh dear’, the Doctor thought to himself, ‘I’m not on Earth, at least what I would imagine my Earth to be’.