Doctor Whooves

A Hearth's Warming Invasion

Happy Hearth Warming!

Okay, sorry to start this with a complaint but, I'M NOT MAKING ROSELUCK STICK AROUND AFTER DOOMSDAY! THIS IS REWRITE NOT AN AU! Whew, glad I got that off my chest. Whoever you are anonymous reviewer, no. I'm not sorry.

In Lilly-luck's flat, Lilly herself was decorating a small white tree with baubles of pink and blue. Two gifts sat underneath, one for her friend Gear and the other for her daughter, Roseluck. Lilly glanced at the gift, it's not quite Hearth's Warming without Roseluck. Ever since she went travelling with the Doctor, things never felt right. She visited occasionally and called with that "mobile phone" thing, but that wasn't enough. Lilly wanted Roseluck home for the holidays.

Down town, Gear was doing his shopping for Hearth's Warming which was tomorrow. He hadn't bought anything, he didn't know whether or not to buy his old mare-friend Roseluck a present or not. Considering she might not show. Then he stopped, and listened. It was quiet, but there it was. The familiar whooshing of the Tardis.

Lilly heard it too, she dropped all her bags and galloped full speed out of the flat complex to the ally where they usually parked. Gear came flying from the other end of the street.

"Gear!" Lilly-luck cried.

"Lilly, it's the tardis!" Gear cried back, landing next to her.

"I know, I know, I heard it. She's alive Gear, I said so didn't I? She's alive!"

"Just shut up a minute."

"well where is it then?" They looked around rapidly trying to spot the blue box. Then suddenly, it appeared out of a blue tunnel sort of thing in the sky, hurtling towards them. The Tardis flew into a building, then into another, then almost decapitated Gear and Lilly as it crash landed. It landed with a loud thud. A moment later the door opened, a stallion looked out.

"Here we are then," he said joyfully, "Hoofdon, Gaia, the Solar System. We did it!" He stepped outside and found himself face-to-face-to-face with Gear and Lilly-luck.

"Lilly, Gear, blimey!" the stallion said excitedly. "No no no, no, hold on. Wait there. I've got something I need to say. I needed to tell you something, something important. What was it? No, hold on, hold on. Hold on, shush. Everypony shush. Oh! I know! Happy Hearth's Warming Eve!" he cried, then promptly passed out. Roseluck looked out of the Tardis, and saw Lilly-luck and Gear.

"What happened?" she asked dropping down next to the strange stallion, "Is he alright?"

"I don't know, he just keeled over," Gear explained, "But who is he? Where's the Doctor?"

"That's him," Roseluck said solemnly, "Right in front of you. That's the Doctor."

"What do you mean, that's the Doctor?" asked Lilly, "Doctor who?"

Cue theme song!

It took all three of them, but they got the unconscious Doctor up into the Luck's flat and into the spare bed. Lilly went to get a stethoscope, Gear went back to his flat to get his computer and all the equipment, Roseluck stayed with the Doctor. She kept chewing on her hoof nervously.

"Here we go," Lilly said coming back in, "Fresh Breeze the cleaner's got a new lodger who's a nurse. She was asleep so I just took it. I still think we should go to the hospital."

"We can't," Roseluck said taking the stethoscope, "They'd lock him up. They'd dissect him. One bottle of his blood could change the future of the human race." Lilly tried to protest but got shushed. Roseluck put the stethoscope on and pressed the end of it to the Doctor's chest. On heart was definitely beating, Roseluck checked for the other heart. Yep, also beating strongly.

"Good, they're both beating," Roseluck said taking off the stethoscope.

"What do you mean both?" asked Lilly.

"Well, he's got two hearts."

"Oh don't be stupid."

"He does."

"Anything else he's got two of?"

"Leave him alone." Roseluck and Lilly-luck left the room. Behind them, the unconscious Time Pony exhaled a cloud of golden energy. It swirled in the air for a moment, before shooting out the window and up into the sky, and into space.


They walked into the kitchen; Roseluck immediately went for the fridge.

"How can he go changing his face like that?" asked Lilly as Roseluck grabbed a jammy dodger out of the refrigerator, "Is that a different face or is he a different stallion?"

"How should I know?" snapped Roseluck, "Sorry… The thing is, I thought I knew him mum." Her voice cracked slightly, "I thought me and him were, and then he goes and does this. I keep forgetting he's not a p-pony." She sighed, but wiped away her gloom and smiled. "The big question is, where'd you get a pair of stallion's pajamas from?" Not such a big question.

"Charlie's been staying over," Lilly replied nonchalantly.

"What, Charlie Currant, like from the market? How long's that been going on?"

"A month or so. First, he starts delivering to the door and I thought, that's odd. Next thing you know-"

"Is that Parliament?" asked Roseluck surprised.

"Oh never mind me." Indeed, the pink Pegasus Roseluck had met in 10 Downing was on the television. Roseluck trotted into the living room and stared intently at the new television set.

"Why's she on the telly?" asked Roseluck, Lilly walked into the room behind her.

"She's the Prime Minister now," her mum replied, "They're calling it Hoofdon's golden age. I keep saying my Roseluck has met her."

"Did more than that," she corrected, "Stopped World War Two with her."

"Prime Minister! What about those calling the Luna One Space Probe a waste of money?"

"Now that's where you are wrong," Parliament replied, "I completely disagree. The Luna One Space Probe represents this world's limitless ambition. Equestrian workmanship sailing up among the stars." The screen changed, another stallion took the Prime Minister's place. His name was Star Shot, an earth pony scientist who specialized in space science.

"This is the spirit of Hearth's Warming, giving, creating, coming together, and the dawn of a new age, that is what we are achieving fifteen million miles away. Our very own miracle," he stated proudly.

"The unmanned probe Luna One is about to make its final decent. Photographs of the surface of Mars should be received by midnight tonight."


Out in space, a dark blue painted satellite floated through space, it's radio discs aimed back at Gaia. Suddenly, it ran into something with a loud crash. It was seemed to be one of Mar's moons. But, it wasn't.

Because a hatch opened out of the side and sucked the helpless probe inside of it.


"So what do you need?" asked Gear, hovering next to Roseluck as they trotted through Hoofdon. "Ten bits?"

"Do you mind?" asked Roseluck, taking the bits, "I'll pay you back."

"Call it a present."

"I'm all out of sync," Roseluck sighed, shivering in her black jacket, "You just forget the holidays and things in the Tardis. They don't exist. You get sort of, timeless."

"Oh yeah," Gear said sarcastically, "that's fascinating. Because I love hearing stories about the Tardis. Oh go on Roseluck, tell us another one because I swear I could listen to it all day. Tardis this, Tardis that."

"Shut up."

"Oh, and one time, the Tardis landed on a planet made for parties!"

"I'm not like that!"

"Oh you so are," Gear said. Roseluck sighed, "Must drive you mad. I'm surprised you don't give up on me."

"Oh that's the thing isn't it? You can rely on me. I don't go changing my face."

"Yeah." They stopped walking. "What if he's dying?"

"Okay!" Gear said exasperated.

"Sorry!"

"Just let it be Hearth's Warming Eve, 'kay?" asked Gear. "You, and me, and the holidays. No Doctor. No Aliens, no life or death, just us."

"Okay," Roseluck said smiling.

"Promise?"

"yes!" she insisted exasperatedly.

"Right, what're you getting for Lilly?" Roseluck began to peruse the street shops with Gear. Behind them, a band dressed in holiday costumes like the ponies from the "Founding of Equestria" story. They played loudly on their brass instruments behind them. Roseluck looked back at them, she saw one turn away just as she looked. Her sharper than usual fight or flight alert started to go off, something wasn't right. She acted normal so as not to draw suspicion, but when the band started to follow them, they had a problem.

Roseluck put her hoof on Gear's shoulder, the band stopped playing. There was a pause, then FWOOM! A flame shot out of the lead band member's trombone. Roseluck pushed Gear behind the cart and dove after him. Another and another began to shoot flames at the pair of ponies while others fled in fear. The trumpet players' trumpets flashed as they shot bullets out of them like guns.

"It's us!" Roseluck cried over the chaos, "They're after us!"

"What's going on?" asked Gear panicked, "What've we done? Why are they after us?" Roseluck grabbed his hoof and they ran.

"They're after the Doctor!" she cried as they ran.

"I can't even go shopping with you," Gear moaned, "We get attacked by a brass band." Roseluck slowed to a brisk trot and pulled out her mobile, "Who're you calling?"

"My mum," Roseluck replied. The dial tone rang, "Oh mum get off the phone!"

"Who were those things?" asked Gear.

"I don't know!" she cried back, "But think about it. They were after us, what's important about us? Well, nothing, except for the one thing we've got tucked up in bed. The Doctor!" They galloped round a corner and Roseluck gave up on the phone. Minutes later they reached the apartment.

"Get off the phone!" Roseluck cried as she ran in.

"It's only Daisy, she says hello," Lilly said handing her the phone.

"Daisy? Yeah, look it'll have to wait," she hung up the phone and set it down. "Right, it's not safe, we need to leave. Where can we go?"

"My mate Rocky, he'll help," Gear suggested.

"That's only two streets away. What about Flame? Where's she living now?"

"I don't know, Beak District," Lilly-Luck replied confusedly.

"Well, we'll go to cousin Flame's then."

"No! It's Hearth Warming Eve!" Lilly cried, "We're not going anywhere! What're you babbling about?" Roseluck looked past her mum at the decorated tree, it was green now, their tree was a white one.

"Mum, where'd you get that tree?" asked Roseluck. They all turned to look at it. "That's a new tree. Where'd you get it?"

"I thought it was you," Lilly said.

"How can it be me?!"

"Well, you went shopping, there was a ring at the door and there it was."

"No, that wasn't me."

"Then who was it?" they watched the tree, and the strings of light bulbs lit up.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." It began to spin, slowly at first before it was whirring around so fast the room was caught in its whirlwind. CHeerful holiday music jingled as the killer tree spun wildly. It started to move, towards them, straight through the glass coffee table. Gear picked up a chair and held it towards the chair, "Get out! Go, go! Get out!" Roseluck and Lilly-luck ran for the door, Roseluck stooped in the doorway of the Doctor's room.

"We've got to save the Doctor," she said.

"What're you doing?" roared Lilly.

"We can't just leave him!" she dashed into the room.

"Gear, get out of there!" cried Lilly as the tree finished shredding the chair Gear was using as a defense. He dropped the chair and galloped into the other room.

"No! leave him!" Lilly protested, "Just leave him!"

"Get in!" Lilly looked back at the killer tree as it neared and dashed in. She helped Gear and together they moved a wardrobe in front of the door. Roseluck knelt next to the Doctor, "Doctor, wake up!" She got up and jumped over to his jacket, pulling out the sonic. The killer tree began to eat away at the back of the wardrobe, Lilly and Gear pushed with all their might. Roseluck put the sonic screwdriver on the Doctor's chest, she begged him to wake up.

CRACK! The wardrobe flew apart, Lilly and Gear leapt aside as the tree spun in, flinging chunks of wood and plaster everywhere. Lilly-luck screamed, Roseluck leaned in close and whispered in the Doctor's ear, "help, me." He sat up, grabbed the sonic, aimed at the tree, and made it explode without a second's hesitation. Everypony stared at the Doctor, who was looking at where the tree had been.

"Remote control," he muttered, dropping the sonic, "But who's controlling it?"


The Doctor, now dressed in a blue dressing gown, led the trio out of the apartment and out onto the balcony. Down on the ground, were three of the costumed killers, on held a remote in its hoof.

"That's them," Gear whispered, "What are they?"

"Sh!" The Doctor slowly aimed the Sonic at them, they backed up nervously. Then, in a flash of blue light, they vanished.

"They've just gone. What kind of rubbish is that? I mean, no offense, but they're not that tough if a sonic screwdriver's going to scare them off."

"Pilot fish," the Doctor murmured.

"What?" asked Roseluck.

"They were just pilot fish," he replied. Suddenly, he gagged and fell to the ground. The others immediately rushed forward to try and help.

"What's wrong?" asked Roseluck, worried for him.

"You woke me up too soon," the Doctor gasped through ragged breaths, "I'm still regenerating, still bursting with energy," he paused and exhaled another cloud of golden gas. "You see? The pilot fish could smell that a million miles away. So they eliminate the defense, that's you lot, and carry me off. They could run their batteries off me for a couple y-agh!" he spazzed violently, throwing himself against the wall.

"My head!" he cried, "I'm having a neuron implosion! I need-"

"what do you need?" interrupted Lilly.

"I need-"

"Say it, tell me tell me."

"I need-"

"Painkillers?"

"I need-"

"Asprin?" (at this point in the episode, I always feel the need to shout at Lilly/Jackie to shut the frik up.)

"I need-"

"Codeine? Paracetamol? Oh, I don't know, Pepto-Bismol?"

"I need-"

"Liquid paraffin. Vitamin C? Vitamin D? Vitamin E?"

"I need you to shut up," he growled.

"Oh hasn't changed that much has he?" The Doctor spasmed again, this time throwing himself against the opposite wall.

"We haven't got much time," he gasped, "If there's pilot fish then-why's there an apple in my dressing gown?"

"Oh that's Charlie, sorry," Lilly replied sheepishly.

"He keeps apples in his dressing gown?" asked the Doctor.

"He gets hungry."

"What, he gets hungry in his sleep?"

"Sometimes."

"Agh!" he cried, dropping to the floor, "Brain, collapsing." He grabbed Roseluck's hoof, "The pilot fish. The pilot fish mean, something, Something. something is coming." Then his whole body relaxed and he fell unconscious again.


Roseluck walked back into the living room. Lilly was making hot chocolate and Gear was setting up his computer on the phone line.

"Any change?" asked Lilly-luck.

"He's worse," Roseluck replied, "Fever and only one heart beating." She sat down on the couch and watched the telly. It was Star Shot, the scientist for Luna One.

"Scientists in charge of Equestria's mission to Mars have re-established contact with the Luna One Space Probe," a voice-over announced, "They're expecting the first transmission in the next few minutes."

"Yes, we are. We-we're back on schedule," stammered Star Shot, "We've received the signal from Lu-luna One. The Mars landing would seem to be an unqualified success."

"But is it true that you completely lost contact earlier tonight?"

"Yes, we had a bit of a scare. Luna seemed to fall of the scope, but it-it was just a blip. Only disappeared for a few seconds. She's fine now, absolutely fine. We're getting the live pictures transmitted live any minute now. I'd better get back to it." Star shot waved at the cameras before walking off screen.

"Here we go," Gear said, "Pilot fish." Roseluck got up and trotted over, on the computer screen were pictures of little fish. "Scavengers like the Doctor said, harmless, they're tiny. But the point is, the little fish swim alongside the big fish."

"Do you mean sharks?" asked Roseluck.

"Great big sharks," Gear replied, "So what the Doctor means is, we had them," he pointed at the little fish, "Now we get this." A picture of a great white.

"Something is coming," Roseluck murmured, "How close?"

"No way of telling, but the pilot fish don't swim far from their daddy."

"So it's close?"

"Funny sort of rocks," Lilly said, watching the static-y TV as footage of mars streamed in. Roseluck stood up, "Those aren't rocks." She stepped forward, they all watched the TV intently. ROAH! The rocks roared, the ponies watching jumped back in surprise. The photo of this alien immediately went viral, the same skull wearing red eyed alien was relayed across Gaia in a matter of minutes. No longer was it simply the night before Hearth's Warming, it was time for action.

Equestria Research and Defense was already working on it, they'd called for the head engineer on the Luna One project, Star Shot, and they were bringing them to the headquarters. In fact he was arriving there right now. Star Shot walked into the ERAD computer hub, well, actually, a room off of the hub. The Prime Minister was there.

"Mister Start Shot ma'am," he said. The Prime minister turned around and smiled at him.

"Parliament, Prime minister," she replied, whipping out her ID.

"Oh, well yes, I know who you are," Star Shot said, "I suppose I've ruined your holiday."

"Never off duty," she replied, "We've put out a cover story. Flare's been handling it." Her assistant stepped up, he was also a Pegasus, wearing a black suit and a, microphone in his ear? He had a small device in his hoof, almost like a small computer.

"We've said it was a hoax," Flare Chaser explained, "Some sort of mask or prosthetics. Somepony hi-jacking the signal, that sort of thing."

"Flare is might right-hoof pony," Parliament explained, "I'm not used to having an assistant, I quite like it."

"Quite like it myself," Flare replied.

"I don't suppose it was a hoax, was it?" questioned Star.

"That would be nice, then we could all go home," the Prime Minister said, "I don't suppose anypony's offered you a coffee?"

"No." She nodded and trotted over to the coffee machine, "The transmission was genuine. And this seems to be a new species of alien." She handed him the white teacup, "At least, not one we've encountered before."

"You seem to be talking about aliens as a matter of fact."

"There's an Act of Parliament banning my autobiography," she explained, half-jokingly.

"Prime Minister?" asked a soldier in the door.

"I'm with you!" The trio, being led by the soldier (his name was Shiny Shield but everypony just called him Major), left the small room back to the main hub.

"Miss Night can explain."

"I don't think we've been introduced, Parliament, Prime Minister."

"Yes, I know who you are," the black unicorn explained. "The transmission didn't come from the surface of Mars. Luna One was broadcasting from a point five thousand miles above the planet."

"In other words," Major interrupted, "They've got a ship and the probe is on board."

"But if they're not from the surface of Mars, then they might not be from Mars itself. Maybe they're not actual Martians!" Star Shot said excitedly.

"Of course not, Martians look completely different," Major said, "We think the ship was in flight when they just happened to find the probe."

"And they're moving," Night explained, "The ship's still in flight now. We're tracking it now." On the large screen in front of the room, a map of space between Gaia and Mars appeared with one single blip moving between the two.

"Moving in which direction?" asked Parliament.

"Towards us."

"How fast?"

"Very fast."

"What was your name again?"

"Starry Night."

"Thank you Starry."


"Roseluck!" called Gear, said mare turned her attention from the telly to his computer. "Take a look. I've still got access to the military. They're tracking a spaceship. It's big, it's fast, and it's coming this way."

"Coming for what though?" she asked, "The Doctor?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's coming for all of us," Gear suggested. He opened another tab, and slowly, a video feed came into focus of four aliens. Much like the one that had been seen on the first broadcast. One of them began to speak, but Roseluck couldn't tell what he was saying. The Tardis should've been translating. (The website I use says that the aliens actually speak a softer version of Klingon, an alien language from Star Trek)

"I don't understand what they're saying," Roseluck said, partly scared, partly worried, "The Tardis translates alien languages inside my head, all the time, wherever I am."

"So, why isn't it doing it now?" asked the Pegasus.

"I don't know," she replied, "Must be the Doctor. like, he's part of the circuit, and he's broken."


"I'm getting demands from Canterlot Ma'am," the Major said quietly to Parliament, "The Princesses are concerned that we won't be able to handle it."

"You can tell the Princesses, and please use my exact words, they may be strong and wise, but we know what to do." She turned to her assistant, "What have we got?"

"Nothing yet," Flare Shot explained, "Translating an alien language is going to take time."

"How far off is the ship?" asked Major.

"About five hours."

And the wait began. News had begun to spread to the rest of the world, some began to panic, others ignored it. Some just went to sleep and hoped for a normal Hearth's Warming. But it was not meant to be. Only a few hours after the wait began, Parliament began to get nervous. She walked up to Major, "I don't supposed we've had a Code Nine? No sign of the Doctor?" she asked.

"Nothing yet," he replied. Then, noticing the look on her face, continued. "You've met him haven't you? Is he really the stuff of legend?"

"He is that," she said. "Failing him, what about Torchwood?" (Random fun fact, Torchwood is an anagram of Doctor Who) Major's eyes widened in surprise.

"I-

"I know I'm not supposed to know about it, I realize that," Parliament explained, "But if ever there was a need for Torchwood, it's now."

"I can't take responsibility," the soldier stammered.

"But I can. See to it, get them ready."

"Prime minister!" called Flare Chaser. She trotted over to him, "has it worked?"

"Just about," he held up the small device, words translated across the small screen as he read. "Cattle, possibly ponies, you belong to us. To the Sycorax, they seem to be called the Sycorax, not Martians. We own you, we now possess your land, your minerals, your precious stones. You will surrender or they will die. Sycorax strong, Sycorax mighty, Sycorax rock. As in the modern term they rock."

"They will die," repeated Star Shot, "Not you will die, they will die. Who's they?"

"I don't know," Flare replied, "But it's the right personal pronoun. It's they." The Prime Minister thought for a moment.

"Send them a reply," she ordered, "Tell them, this is a day of peace on Gaia. Tell them, we extend that peace to the Sycorax. And then tell them, this planet is armed and we don't surrender."


Hours later, the sun rose over Equestria. It was Hearth's Warming, but not everypony was celebrating. Roseluck looked into the spare bedroom, Lilly-luck had fallen asleep sitting next to the Doctor. She sighed, "The Doctor wouldn't do this. The old Doctor, the proper Doctor. He'd wake up, he'd save us."

"You really love him don't you?" asked Gear. Roseluck closed her eyes and leaned against Gear sleepily before pulling him into a hug.


"They got the message," Starry Night said, "Here comes the response." The video feed lit up the large screen in front of the hub, it was the same four Sycorax as before. The leader raised his hand, blue energy pulsed from it.

"What was that?" demanded Parliament, "Was that a reply?"

"I don't know, maybe it was some kind of magic energy or static," Flare Chaser stammered.

"Almost like somepony casting a spell," Star Shot added. Behind him, the same blue energy pulsed over Night's head, almost like a blue magic bubble. "Maybe it's a different form of language, some sort of ideogram or pictogram." Suddenly, multiple members of the staff began to walk out.

"What the hell?" asked Star Shot, he watched as blue energy pulsed over another pony's head. "It's the light! The same light! Starry? What're you doing? Starry!"

"Don't, you'll hurt her," warned the Prime Minister when he tried to hold her back. Some of the soldiers raised their crossbows, "Let them pass!"

"Where are they going?" asked Star Shot following them.


It wasn't just happening there, Roseluck and Gear were watching it from the balcony outside the apartment. Lots and lots of ponies, most of them dressed in pajamas and dressing gowns, all of them shuffling down the street blank faced and silent. And occasionally, an orb of blue light would flash around their heads. But it was only affecting certain ponies, and it was happening all over Equestria.

They seemed to be heading anywhere with stairs, any high rise building, anything up. They were going all the way up, all the way up to the roof. And once on the roof, the possessed ponies walked right up to the edge and stood there. Roseluck and Gear stood up there with them, looking out over the city, where hundreds of ponies were poised to jump.

"What do we do?" Gear asked.

"Nothing," Roseluck mumbled, "There's nopony to save us. Not anymore."


Flare chaser turned to the Prime Minister, "It's not just Equestria, it's the whole world." Yes, all over the world, ponies and creatures alike were perched on cliffs, the edge of ships, rooftops, anywhere that a fall off of would be fatal.

"According to the reports, it's like a third. One third of the world's population. That's one million ponies and another two million of other creatures," Flare said grimly, "Three billion creatures ready to jump." Star Shot stared at the workers standing there, "Surrender or they will die."

"Wait a minute, there is a pattern," Flare said suddenly, "All these ponies tend to be, well, unicorns. Every single pony that walked out of here today was a unicorn."

"Oh dear, It's Luna One." Flare and Star Shot dashed over to a computer, Parliament turned to the Major.

"What about Torchwood?" she asked.

"Still working on it. Bear in mind they have just lost a third of their staff."

"But do they have what we need?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well tell them to hurry up." Then they two gathered around the computer terminal.

"What other groups are on the roof?" asked Star Shot.

"I'm getting word from the Zebrean Islands, and Ponyville that the Local medicine zebra is on the roof, so are all the unicorns in town," Flare explained.

"Anywhere else?"

"Yeah, Crystal kingdom, a few in the Griffon Kingdom."

"That's it!" Star Shot, "They're all magic users. Magic potions, spells, skills, all creatures with abilities like that are standing on the rooftops. And it's all my fault."

"What's so special about the magic users?" asked Major.

"Nothing, but it is my fault. Luna One, it's got one of those plaques identifying Gaia. A message to the stars. I mean, none of us expected anything to come of it, but we put maps and music, seeds and water, and… A spell. The Sycorax have the instructions for a simple levitation spell. And, well I don't know how, but through that-"

"They control the magic," Parliament finished. She looked at the Major, "There's only one more thing I can try. Major, with me."


The one more thing that Parliament was going to try, was a call for help. And so, broadcasting across radio and television, she made the plea.

"Ladies and gentle-colts, if I may take a moment during this terrible time. It's hardly the Sister's holiday speech, I'm afraid that's been canceled." She looked off to the side, "Did we asked about the Royal Sisters? Oh, they're on the roof. But, mares and gentle-colts, this crisis is unique, and I'm afraid to say, it might get worse. I would ask you all to remain calm. But I have one request.

"Doctor, if you're out there, we need you. I don't know what to do. If you can hear me Doctor, if anypony can find him, the situation has never been more desperate. Help us, please Doctor, help us." Roseluck leaned against the wall, staring at the unconscious Time Pony, holding back tears. Lilly-luck trotted up to her, and she started to cry.

"He's gone," she cried, hugging Lilly tightly, "The Doctor's gone! He left me mum! He left me!" But before she continue, a massive shockwave tore through the apartment building, shattering glass and sending the ponies dropping in cover. It was the spaceship, it'd hit the atmosphere! All non-possessed ponies turned to look at the sky, where a massive rock was now hovering over Hoofdon.

From the underside it looked like a giant mountain had been lifted into the sky, taking it's cave channels and stones with it. Spikes of rock jutted off the sides and through the caves on the bottom glowed orange light like fire. And it hovered there, just sitting there in the sky of Hoofdon over the half-fixed Clockwork Tower. And as Roseluck stared out her window at the massive spaceship, she made up her mind.

She dashed past Lilly and Gear into the Doctor's room.

"What're you doing?" Gear asked.

"Gear, were going to carry 'im," Roseluck said, grabbing the blue dressing gown, "Mum, get your stuff, and some food. We're going."

"Where to?" asked Gear.

"The Tardis," she said, "It's the only safe place on Gaia."

"What're we going to do in there?" demanded Lilly.

"Hide!"

"Is that it?"

"Mum, look in the sky, there's a great big alien spaceship and I don't know what to do, alright? I've travelled with him, and I've seen all that stuff, but when I'm stuck at home I'm useless. Now all we can do is run and hide and I'm sorry. Now move."


"They're transmitting, onscreen," Star Shot called. Sure enough, there was a flicker of light and the from screen lit up with the four Sycorax. The leader began to speak.

"Will the tribal leader of this, world, stand forward," translated Flare Chaser. Parliament trotted forward.

"I'm proud to represent this planet," she said, wings raised.

"Come aboard," Flare explained.

"Well how do I do that?" she asked. Then she, the Major, Flare chaser, and Star Shot were all enveloped in blue light.

"What's happening?"

"I believe it's their version of a teleport." They vanished in streaks of blue light, then reappeared inside the gigantic spaceship hovering above. Inside was like a giant cave, their were tiers going up the sides where many more Sycorax stood. In front of the ponies stood the Sycorax leader.

He was a tall bipedal, 'bout six foot, wearing dark red robes adorned with stuff like claws and strange herbs it looked like. He was holding a tall staff with similar things dangling off of it and two strange horns on the top making it look like a two pronged pitchfork. It took a few steps towards them, then reached up and removed its helmet. Underneath, his skin was red and looked like raw red muscles, the edge of his face and top of his head were lined with bones, his teeth were sharp and his eyes as blood red as his skin. He was at least two feet taller than them, a foot taller than abnormally tall ponies.

This, was the leader of the Sycorax.

(Yes he's not a pony. I'll explain later)

He began to speak, Flare read off his hoof-held device to translate.

"You will surrender, or I will release the final curse and your people will jump," the leader had his hand over a large orange button, the one that would kill all the magic users on Gaia.

"If I can speak," Star Shot said stepping forward.

"Mister Star, you are a civilian," the Major warned.

"No, I sent the probe, I started it, I made contact with the Sycorax, this whole thing is my responsibility," he turned to address the Sycorax leader. "With respect sir, Equestria has only just taken its first step towards the stars, but we are like foals compared to you. And foals need help, they need compassion. I beg of you now, show that compassion." The Sycorax leader rolled his eyes, pulled out a massive glowing whip, and cracked it. It wrapped around Star Shot's head and electrocuted him, burning all the flesh off his bones.

"That stallion was your prisoner!" cried the Major, "Even your species must have articles of war preventing-" the whip was cracked again and the Major was also reduced to a skeleton. Parliament stepped forward, Flare tried to hold her back. She pulled out her ID, "Parliament, Prime Minister."

"Yes we know who you are."

"If I do surrender, how would that be better?" the Sycorax leader put his hand over the large button.

"Half is sold into slavery, or one third dies," Flare said, he looked up from the device, "Your choice."


"No chance you could fly this thing?" asked Gear hovering.

"Not anymore, no," Roseluck replied, they set the Doctor down.

"Well you did it before."

"I know, but it's sort of been wiped out of my like it's forbidden," she explained, leaning against the console. "Try that again I could rip the universe in half."

"Ah, better not then," Gear said half-jokingly.

"Maybe not."

"So what do we do? Just sit here?"

"That's as good as it gets." Lilly trotted into the Tardis, "Now stop your moaning." She set down the food bags and pulled out a thermos, "I've got tea in case anypony wants some."

"mmm, the solution to everything," Roseluck mumbled as Gear poured himself a cup.

"I'll get the rest of the food," Lilly galloped back outside, shutting the Tardis behind her.

"Tea, like we're having a picnic while the world comes to an end," Gear joked, "Very cheeky." He glanced at the Tardis controls, spotting the TV screen.

"How does this thing work?" he asked, examining it, "If it picks up TV, maybe we could see what's going on up there. Maybe we've surrendered. What do you do to it?" Roseluck walked over, "I don't know. It sort of tunes itself." She whacked it on the side lie she'd seen the Doctor do. A strange beeping/alarm noise began coming out of it.


The same noise began to scream and echo inside the cave ship of the Sycorax. The button began to flash in time with the sound. The leader hissed.

"The noise," Flare Chaser translated, "The bleeping. They say it's machinery, foreign machinery, they're accusing us of hiding it. Conspiring. Bring it on board."


The Tardis was enveloped in bright blue light just as Lilly-luck was running out with more food.

"Roseluck!" it was beamed up into the Sycorax ship, two armed guards stood in front of it ready to grab any immerging, anything. Inside, the noise was still playing loud.

"Maybe it's a distress signal," Gear suggested.

"Fat lot a good that's going to do," Roseluck moaned.

"Are you going to be a misery all the time?"

"YES!"

"You should look at it from point of view, stuck in here with your mum's cooking."

"Where is she?" asked Roseluck, "I better give her a hoof, might start raining missiles out there."

"Tell her anything from the tin, that's fine!" Gear called as she got up and trotted out.

"Why don't you tell her yourself?" asked Roseluck from the door.

"I'm not that brave."

"Oh, I don't know," Roseluck stepped outside and shut the door behind her, and was immediately grabbed by a Sycorax. She screamed. Gear heard it and ran outside to help her, dropping the thermos of tea causing it to spill sending tea dripping into the Tardis's circuitry. Gear ran out of the Tardis, Roseluck called to him: " The door! Close the door!" He managed to shut it just before a Sycorax grabbed him too. The Sycorax cheered wildly.

The two newest prisoners were shoved into the others, Parliament hugged Rosleuck.

"Sweet Celestia Roseluck, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"The Doctor, is he with you?" Roseluck hesitated, before replying, "No. We're on our own." The Sycorax leader began to speak again, Flare hurried to translate.

"The pink mare, she has the clever blue box. There fore, she speaks for your planet."

"But she can't," the Prime Minister protested.

"Yeah I can," Roseluck said firmly.

"Don't you dare," Gear begged.

"Somepony's got to be the Doctor." Roseluck turned and faced the Sycorax. She exhaled, trying to calm her nerves.

"They'll kill you!"

"Never stopped him." She took a shaky breath, and began, "I, address the Sycorax ac-cording to Article Fifteen of the Shadow Proclomation. I command you to leave this world, with all the authority of the Slithe-en Parliament of, Raxacoricofallapatorius, and uh, the Gelth Confederacy as um, sanctioned by the Mighty Jagrafess and, oh, the Daleks! Now, leave this planet in peace!" she cried, "In peace." The Sycorax began to laugh.

"You are very very funny," Flare Chaser translated, "And now you're going to die."

"Leave her alone!"

"Don't touch her!"

"Did you think you were clever? With your stolen words? You are but a wailing child. If you are the best your planet can offer as a champion-"

"Then your world will be gutted," hissed the Sycorax leader.

"Then your world will be gutted," said Flare.

"And your people enslaved." Flare stopped, "Hold on. That's Equestrian."

"He's speaking Equestrian," repeated Parliament.

"You're speaking Equestrian," said Roseluck, pointing up at the Sycorax leader.

"I would never dirty my tongue with your primitive bile," he rasped.

"That's Equestrian," Roseluck insisted, "Can you hear it?" Gear nodded, so did the others.

"I speak only Syocraxic!" the leader roared.

"If I can here Equestrian," Roseluck said, "Then it's being translated. Which means it's working. Which means," she looked back at the Tardis, everypony followed her gaze, just in time to see the Doors open and the new Doctor stroll out, "Did you miss me?" The Sycorax leader roared and cracked his whip at the Time-Pony, it wrapped around the Doctor's neck but did nothing, he pulled it out of the bipedal's hands.

"You could have somepony's eye out with that thing," the Doctor said, unwrapping it and tossing it aside. The Sycorax leader tried clubbing him, but the Doctor caught the staff in his teeth and threw it on the ground, crushing it with his hoof.

"You just can't get the staff," he muttered, "Now you, just wait, I'm busy." He turned to the ponies, "Gear, hello! And Parliament MP for Clouds-dale north. Blimey, the whole gangs here!" He turned to Roseluck with a smile, "Tea! That's all I needed, good cup of tea! Superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin. Just the thing for healing synapses. Now," he dropped his voice to a serious whisper, "Be honest, how do I look?"

"Uh, different," Roseluck replied.

"Good different or bad different?"

"Just different."

"Am I, ginger?"

"Now, you're just sort of brown."

"I wanted to be ginger," he moaned, "I've never been Ginger. And you, Roseluck, fat lot of good you were, you gave up on me! Oh, that's rude. Is that the stallion I am, rude? Rude and not ginger."

"I'm sorry, who is this?" asked Parliament, confused.

"I'm the Doctor."

"He's the Doctor."

"But what happened to my Doctor?" asked Parliament, "Or is it just a title that's just passed on?"

"I'm him," the chestnut stallion insisted, "I'm literally him. Same stallion, new face. Well, new everything."

"But you can't be."

"Parliament, we were trapped in Downing Street and the one thing that scared you wasn't the aliens, it wasn't the war, it was thought of your mother being on her own."

"By Luna's moon." The Doctor smiled, "Did you win the election?"

"Landslide majority."

"If I might interrupt," the Sycorax leader said.

"Yes, sorry. Hello big fella," the Doctor trotted right up to him, and, considering the Doctor was rather tall for a stallion, looked up at him with a smile.

"Who exactly are you?" asked the Sycorax.

"Yes, well, that is the question."

"I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" the leader roared.

"I DON'T KNOW!" the Doctor shouted back, "See there's the thing. I literally, do not know who I am. It's all untested." He began to stroll about almpst lazily, "Am I, funny? Am I sarcastic? Sexy?" he winked at Roseluck, "Right old miser? Life and soul? A Gambler, a fighter, a coward, a traitor, a liar? A nervous wreck? I mean, judging by the evidence I've certainly got a gob." He stopped in front of the pedestal where the button sat, "And how am I going to react when I see this, a great big threatening button!" He galloped up to the orange button.

"A great big threatening button that must never ever be pressed under any circumstances am I right?" the Doctor looked at the Sycorax leader, still grinning like an idiot, "Let me guess, it's some kind of control matrix? Hold on, what's feeding it?" He knelt down and popped open the bottom of the case. Inside, a rock was being suspended by a magic aura.

"And what've we got here? Magic, definitely magic. But that means," he shot to his hooves, "Magic control! Reversing the flow so they don't control it you do! Oh that's brilliant, I've never seen anything like it! You're controlling all the magical beings on Gaia." He glanced at the button, "But that leaves us with one great big stinking problem. See, I really don't know who I am, I don't know when to stop. So if I see a great big threatening button which should never eeever be pressed under any circumstances, I just want to do this."

He reared up and slammed both his front hooves on the button.

"No!" cried Roseluck.

"You killed them!" yelled Flare Chaser.

"What do you think big fella, are they dead?" asked the Doctor.

"We allowed them to live," the leader grumbled.

"Allowed? You've no choice! I mean, that's all magic control is, a cheap bit of voodoo. Scares the pants off you but that's as far as it goes. It's like hypnosis, you can hypnotize somepony to strut like a chicken or sing like a bird but you can't hypnotize them to death. Survival instinct's too strong."

"Magic control was just one form of conquest," the Sycorax leader hissed, "I can summon the armada and take this world by force!"

"Well yeah, you could do that," the Doctor mused, "But why? Look at these ponies. Consider their potential, their strength. From the day they arrive on the planet, blinking, stepping into the sun, they hold potential for things much greater than you Mr. Sycorax. So please, leave them alone!"

"Or what?"

"Or," the Doctor snatched a sword from a nearby Sycorax warrior, galloped off the pedestal over to the Tardis, "I challenge you!" laughter erupted from the watching Sycorax.

"Oh, that struck a chord. Am I right that the sanctified rules of combat still apply?" asked the Doctor, shrugging off the blue dressing gown.

"You stand as this world's champion?" asked the Sycorax, with a laugh.

"Thank you, I've no idea who I am but you just summed me up," he tossed the gown toe Rosleuck and tied the sword onto his right hoof with the dangling straps. It'd act like an extension of his arm rather than a bulky object he was carrying. The Sycorax leader unsheathed his sword.

"So, do you accept my challenge, or are just a cranak pel casacree salvak?" the Time-Pony asked, clicking the K. Thank Celestia the Tardis didn't translate that, because the Sycorax hissed angrily.

"For the planet?"

"For the planet." The leader immediately attacked, slashing for the Doctor's head. He ducked and tried to use his own sword to slash his opponent's legs, but the sword was too heavy and he ended up just swinging it wildly and stumbling forward.

"Look out!" cried Rosleuck, the Doctor just managed to dodged a downward swipe.

"Oh yeah that helps!" he cried sarcastically, "Wouldn't have thought of that otherwise! Thanks!" He turned and retreated, running lopsided because of the sword. He whacked a button on the wall as he passed opening the wall to the upper outer side of the floating island. He turned and managed to parry the next swipe from the Sycorax. He kept blocking the strikes and slowly retreating back, until they hit the edge. Wham! The Sycorax leader smashed the butt of his sword into the Doctor's muzzle making him stumble again.

"Stay back!" he warned when the others tried to help, "Invalidate the challenge and he wins the planet!" He wiped away a drip of blood, then raised the sword and lunged at the SYcorax. The leader stepped aside and swiped at the sword, knocking the Doctor sideways and causing him to roll along the ground. While the Doctor was down, the Sycorax raised his sword and brought down hard on the hoof holding the stolen Sycorax sword. It cut clean through, and the Doctor's hoof and the sword it was tied too fell to the ground below.

The Doctor stared with wide eyes at where his hoof used to be, the Sycorax Leader roared with triumph. The Time-Pony slowly stood up, "You cut my hoof off." His opponent made no sign he'd heard.

"And know I know what kind of stallion I am," the Doctor continued, "I'm lucky. Because, quite by chance, I'm still within the first fifteen hours of my regeneration cycle, which means I've got just enough cellular energy, to do this." And slowly, his hoof returned, glowing ever so slightly gold. The Sycorax's eyes widened, "Witchcraft."

"Gallopfrey," the Doctor replied with a smirk.

"Doctor!" called Roseluck. The Doctor glanced over and she threw him another sword.

"Oh, so I'm still the Doctor then?" he said tying it on.

"No arguments from me!" He turned back to the Sycorax leader, "Want to know the best bit? This new hoof, it's a fighting hoof!" and he charged the Sycorax yet again. The leader just barely was able to parry the strike. The swords were locked, the Doctor turned his and disarmed the leader catching the sword and pushing the hilt into the Sycorax's abdomen, twice. The leader dropped to the ground, his head just over the edge of the ship. The Doctor put the point of his blade under the leader's chin, "I win."

"Then kill me."

"I'll spare your life if you take this champion's command. Leave this planet and never return. What say you?"

"Yes," the Sycorax growled.

"Swear on the blood of your species," the Doctor ordered.

"I, I swear."

"There we are then," the Doctor said, returning to his happy demeanour, "That wasn't so hard. Thanks a lot big fella." He untied the sword and cast it aside, trotting up to his friends.

"Bravo!" called Parliament.

"That says it all, BRAVO!" cried Roseluck.

"Uh huh, not bad for a stallion in his jim-jams," the Doctor said, Roseluck handed him the dressing gown. He slipped it on, "Hold on, what have I got here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an orange, "A Satsuma. Ah that friend of your mother's, he does like his snacks doesn't he." They started to walk off, the Doctor rambling away about the holidays. The Sycorax leader got back onto his feet, grabbed the Doctor's discarded sword, and charged with a battle cry. The Doctor threw the orange and it bounced off a button, opening the floor under the Sycorax leader, sending him falling into the Thames miles below.

"No second chances," the Doctor said, "I'm that sort of a stallion."


The team, wait, are they a team? You know what, never mind.

They trotted inside, in front of the Tardis. The Doctor turned and faced the large crowd of watching Sycorax, "By the ancient rites of combat, I forbid you to scavenge here for the rest of time. And when you go back to the stars, and tell others of this planet, when you tell them of it's riches, it's potential, it's ponies. When you talk of Gaia, then make sure you tell them this. It, is, defended!" the blue light enveloped them and they were beamed back down.

"Where are we?" asked Roseluck looking around.

"We're just of Bloxom road, we're just round the corner, we did it!" cried Gear.

"Wait a minute," the Doctor warned, they looked up at the sky as the floating island flew back off to the stars.

"Go on! Run!" Gear cried.

"Yeah! Don't come back!" Roseluck yelled.

"It is defended!" The Doctor turned to Parliament, she smiled and shrugged at him, "My Doctor."

"Prime Minister," they hugged briefly.

"Absolutely the same stallion," she said, before looking up at the sky. "Are there many more out there?"

"Oh no, not just Sycorax. Hundreds of species, thousands," the Doctor explained. "And Gaia's drawing attention to itself. Every day you're sending out signals and probes and messages, this planet's so noisy. You're getting noticed more and more. You'd better get used to it."

"Roseluck!"

"Mum!"

"Oh, speaking of trouble." Lilly-luck ran forward and hugged her daughter, "You did it!"

"You did it too, it was the tea. Fixed his head," Roseluck replied.

"That was all I needed," the Doctor said happily, "cuppa tea."

"I said so," Lilly said.

"Look at him!"

"Is it him though?" she asked uncertainly, "Is it really the- oh my gosh! It's the bleeding Prime Minister!"

"Come here you," the Doctor said, spreading his hooves open for a hug. Lilly rushed forward and hugged him, Roseluck and Gear joined in. Group hug!

Flare Chaser walked up to the Prime Minister, "It's a message from Torchwood. They say they're ready." Parliament looked at the happy group of ponies in front of her before sighing and replying, "Tell them to fire." Flare relayed the message. Zap! A green laser shot into the sky, followed by another and another, then the three beams collected into one giant beam and fired into the sky. The large green laser hit the Sycorax ship blowing it up and killing all onboard.

"What is that?" asked Roseluck, "What's happening?"

"That was murder," the Doctor growled, turning to face the Prime Minister.

"That was defense," the Prime Minister replied. "It's adapted from alien technology that fell to Gaia ten years ago."

"But they were leaving!"

"You said yourself Doctor, they'd go back to the stars and tell others of Gaia. I'm sorry, but you're not here all the time. You come and go. It happened today that Mister Star Shot and the Major were murderer. They died right in front of me while you were sleeping. In which case we have to defend ourselves."

"Hoofdon's Golden Age."

"It comes with a price."

"I gave them the wrong warning," he said quietly, "I should've told them to run, run and hide because the monsters are coming. The Equestrian race."

"Those are the ponies I represent. I did it on their behalf."

"Then I should've stopped you."

"What does that make you Doctor? Another alien threat?"

"Don't challenge me Parliament, because I'm a completely new stallion. I could bring down your government with a single word."

"You're the most remarkable stallion I've ever met, but I don't think you're quite capable of that."

"No, you're right. Not a single word, just six."

"I don't think so."

"Six words."

"Stop it!"

"Six." He glared at for a moment before walking over to Flare. He pulled out the Bluetooth mic and whispered: "Don't you think she looks tired?" Flare looked confused, the Doctor turned, trotted over to Roseluck, took her hoof, and they left.

"What did he say?" Parliament asked, scared.

"Oh well, nothing really."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing, I don't know!"

"Doctor! Doctor, what did you say? What was that? What did you say Doctor? Doctor!" She stopped, "I'm sorry."


When I woke up today!

And the world seemed a restless plaace,

It could have been that way for me.

The Doctor looked through the clothes in his extensive wardrobe, he considered a few different ones. Including one that looked like a marching band uniform, but none of them seemed right.

Then I wandered around,

And I thought of your face,

That happy feeling back at me,

There was a mad scramble to get dinner ready, Roseluck and Lilly doing the cooking and messing around at the same time. Gear trying to do his best to make the flat look like a killer tree hadn't crashed through there the night before. Soon the table was set, with food aplenty.

I wish today was just like any other day,

Cause today has been the best day-

The Doctor stopped, something on the rack had caught his eye, he pulled out a brown pinstripe suit with blue stripes, a small hourglass was pinned to the lapel, and a long brown overcoat. He smiled, this would do quite nicely.

Everything I ever dreamed.

Then I started to walk,

Pretty soon I will ruuuun,

He tried on the suit, green tie, blue stripes, and the long coat. He looked quite dashing. He admired himself in front of a mirror, checking out his hair, teeth, and everything new about him.

And I'll be running back to you.

Because I followed my star,

And that's what you aaaare,

I've had a merry time with you,

The holiday feast was just about to begin, when the Time-Pony walked into the flat. Roseluck glanced up at him, she smiled.

I wish today was just like every other day!

The feast had soon passed and now they were playing with the crakers. The Doctor had already gotten a red foldout crown from one and was now playing with Roseluck. They pulled on the separate sides until pop! It burst open.

"Oh, that's yours," the Doctor said. Roseluck pulled out a crown for herself, a pink one.

"Oh it's pink! It should be yours mum," Rosleuck said slipping it on. "Look, it's Parliament!" The center of attention turned to the television. The Doctor put on a pair of black spectacles.

"Prime Minister! Is it true you are no longer fit to be in position?"

"No, now can we talk about other things?"

"Is it true you're unfit for office?"

"Look there is nothing wrong with my health. I don't know where these rumors are coming from! And a vote of no confidence is completely unjustified." The telephone began to ring.

"Are you going to resign?"

"On today of all days, I'm fine. Look at me, I'm fine. I feel fine, I look fine, I'm fine."

"It's Daisy," Lilly reported, "She says go look outside."

"Why?" asked Roseluck.

"I don't know, just go outside and look. Come on, shift!" They galloped outside after pulling on their jackets. It was snowing, gentle white flakes drifted down from the sky. Streaks of orange light criss-crossed the sky.

"Oh it's beautiful," Rosleuck said, looking up, "What are they, meteors?"

"It's the spaceship breaking up in the atmosphere," the Doctor said, gazing up with a sad look in his eyes, "This isn't snow. It's ash."

"Okay not so beautiful," Roseluck corrected with a shudder.

"This is a brand new Equestria," the Doctor mused, "No denying the existence of aliens now, everypony saw it. Everything's new."

"And what about you?" asked Roseluck, "What are you going to do next?"

"Well, back to the Tardis, same old life."

"On your own?"

"Why, don't you want to come?"

"Well yeah."

"Do you though?"

"Yeah!"

"I just thought, because I changed…"

"Yeah I thought because you changed you might not want me anymore."

"Oh I'd love you to come," the Doctor insisted.

"Okay."

"You're never going to stay are you?" asked Gear solemnly.

"There's just so much out there, I got to," Rosleuck replied.

"Well I reckon you're mad," Lilly-luck said, "It's like you go looking for trouble."

"Trouble's just the bits in between," the Doctor said happily, "It's all waiting out there Jackie, and it's brand new to me. All those planets, creatures, new horizons, I haven't seem them yet! Not with these eyes, and it is going to be," he turned to Roseluck and with a little accent change said, "Fantaastic." He held out his hoof.

"That still gives me the creeps," she said nervously, but took it anyways.

"So, where are we going first?"

"Um, that way," he said pointing, "No wait, that way."

"That way?"

"Hm?"

"Yeah, that way."

To be continued in New Equestria…

Me:Okay, I made the Sycorax bipedal and humanoid because then what they said would make more sense, calling the ponies cattle and all. Plus, they'd think conquering peaceful colorful ponies is easy. But, moving on.

Ten, how bout you do the honors?

10: pleasure. Hasbro owns all copyright to the world of MLP FiM. The BBC owns all copyright over the world of Doctor Who. Can't wait to see you all next time!

Me: About next time, I need a pinch of help. I can't figure out what the ponified name of New New York is. Of course there's Manehatten but what's New New York going to be? I've only got New Horse but that's lame. Please! Help is appreciated!