A/N: Alright, last chapter. Enjoy, everypony!
Twilight awoke inside a well lit room. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that she was in a hospital. A nurse pulled back the curtain that obscured her view of the main ward and greeted her.
"Hello, dear. Are you feeling better?"
Twilight took a few seconds to reassess what happened. She had found and saved Celestia, destroyed a malevolent mirror creature, and saved all of Canterlot from burning to a crisp. Then there was the Doctor...
"Wait. Where's the Doctor?"
"He'll be here shortly," the nurse said.
The Doctor poked his head around the curtain and walked in. He was wearing a white coat and was wearing a stethoscope around his neck.
"Hello, Ms. Sparkle. Are you feeling any better?"
"Y-yes Doctor. What happened to me?"
"Simple. You fainted. Excessive exposure to the ultraviolet rays of the sun. In other words, you overheated and nearly died."
Twilight blinked, "So... nothing unnatural."
"Of course not. Oh, one moment." The Doctor turned to the nurse, "Madam?"
"Yes, Dr. Smith?"
The Doctor put his two fore-hooves on both sides of the nurse's head and she collapsed, out cold.
Twilight was staring in shock, "What did you do to her?!"
"Just a simple memory wipe. That's what I've been doing while you were passed out. It took me a while to wipe the entire city, but now I'm finished."
"Wait," Twilight said in disbelief, "you wiped the minds of everypony in the entire city of Canterlot?!"
"Yes," the Doctor said, "plain and simple."
"Then if you've done that... how long have I been out?"
"No, I'm just kidding. It's been twenty-eight hours and twelve minutes precisely."
Twilight fell back onto her pillow. A day. She'd been asleep for a day.
"Now, Ms. Sparkle," the Doctor said, interrupting her thoughts, "shall we return you home?"
Twilight responded by getting out of the bed, "I think so."
Gaia; Equestria; Canterlot; Canterlot Castle, Main Hall; 297 C.E.
Twilight and the Doctor spent their time walking to the TARDIS in silence. The Doctor pulled out his key and, after a few tries, inserted it into the lock. He pushed open the doors and motioned for Twilight to step inside.
"Thank you, good sir," Twilight said in a royal tone.
"You're quite welcome, madame."
The Doctor followed Twilight inside and shut the doors behind them. He reached the controls and pulled out a small sliver of a mirror. Twilight noticed this and came over.
"Is that part of her?"
"It," the Doctor said, "Not she. It. but, yes. It is a piece."
"Why did you keep it?" Twilight questioned.
"In case she's one of those types of creatures that can re-form after being destroyed."
Twilight nodded, understanding his theory.
It was subtle, but the glass slowly began to shimmer an a pair of blood-red eyes appeared. The Doctor looked at the shard and dropped it on the ground in surprise. Twilight wondered why he did this and, she too, looked at it, and nearly screamed when she saw the eyes.
The sound that came out was a mix of a demonic male and female voices.
"You may have won, but the numbers will find you, Doctor. They will find you."
"What numbers? Tell me what they are!"
The voice laughed in a distorted, half-screeching sound, "I am not the keeper of them... but he is. The numbers will find you. The numbers will win."
The eyes then faded from the surface of the mirror, and the Doctor was left looking at his own reflection.
Twilight was trembling slightly, "D-Doctor. Wh-What did s-she mean, 'numbers?'"
The Doctor waved her off, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Now, come on. Let's get you home."
Gaia; Equestria; Ponyville; Twilight's Library; 1002 C.E.
Twilight peeked her head out of the TARDIS and slowly stepped out and the Doctor followed.
"Are you sure you got the date right?" Twilight asked him.
"Yes. I simply told the TARDIS to go right back to where I traveled to most recently. It's a very handy feature. You should have left approximately three minutes ago."
The door to the library was thrown open and Spike ran in.
"Twilight!" he jumped up and hugged her around her neck, "I was really worried about you."
"Spike," Twilight playfully detached him from her body, "I've only been gone for a few minutes."
Spike gave her a disbelieving look.
"No, Twilight. You've been gone for a few days."
Twilight turned and faced the Doctor who had stepped back a few paces.
"You said it was a few minutes."
"Not everything is accurate, you know."
The Doctor then turned around an headed back to the TARDIS, but he stopped before opening the doors.
"Are you sure that you want to stay here?" he asked Twilight.
"Well... I was going to offer you the chance to join me as a companion."
The Doctor let those words hang in the air for a few moments while Twilight looked like she was considering the idea.
"Is it always that dangerous?" Twilight questioned.
"Sometimes less, sometimes more. I do have my quiet moments."
Twilight turned to Spike, and then back to the Doctor, "Would you guarantee that I won't be killed?"
"No," the Doctor answered, "I can never guarantee that," and he headed back into the TARDIS.
Twilight watched him enter the TARDIS and turned back to Spike.
"Are you going with him?" Spike asked.
"I don't know Spi-"
The Doctor opened the doors and said, "Don't forget: It's a time machine," and he closed the doors again.
Twilight said to Spike, "Actually, I'll se you in a minute."
Twilight ran up to the TARDIS and threw open the doors. The Doctor was standing at the controls, grinning.
"Time travel is too tempting to pass up, isn't it?" he asked her.
"Too tempting if you ask me."
The Doctor smiled and began running around the control panel.
"Where to, Ms. Sparkle? The future? The past? The depths of space? Don't do anything with a lot of slop. I hate slop!"
"How about the future?" she said, stopping him before he hurt himself, "I mean, we've already done the past."
The Doctor flipped a switch and the TARDIS shuddered violently as it began it's journey.
Outside, Spike watched as the TARDIS faded from the room, it's telltale engines echoing after it disappeared. He stood there for several moments before lowering his head.
Spike slowly went upstairs and went to his small bed/basket. He pulled up the covers and settled in. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he noticed a small ripped piece of paper settled under Twilight's bed. Curiously, he grabbed the paper and looked at the writing on it:
'8,31,38,16! 19,15,39,2,44,1; 34,27,19; 35,39,16,18,9,45,15,5,30; 13,31!
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this first episode in my new Whooves series. The next story will be up by Christmas at the latest.
Coming Soon: "The Whooves Collection Ep.2: Vengeful Hate"