Rogers’ Return
By Enfield
“Two months, it’s been two months,” Enfield thought as he sat on the wing of his Supermarine Spitfire and clean off a piston.
Enfield sighed and stared off toward the horizon, it had only been two months since he ended up in Equestria and tried to start a new life in Ponyville. He was truly glad he had left his old life behind, ever since his own parents told him that he was nothing more than an experiment and they had been trying to kill him since he was a child. Enfield still remembers his old name. James Rogers. He was once James Rogers, the British immigrant who lived in America with a job and a future that was now shattered. Now he was Brit Enfield, the human who was turned into a pony after his near death experience, he was the kid who got another chance to start a new life in a totally different world.
He shuddered as the last few weeks of his life on Earth replayed in his head. The war, the betrayal, the escape, his last breath. The only settling think that came to his mind was the day he rescued Apple Bloom, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo, also known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders. He was working at the gas station when he found the girls in the back of the place, hiding behind a massive shipping crate. The three months where the girls ended up living with him, they were the best three months of his life. Summer vacation had never been so eventful for Enfield, although there might have been a few times where times had gone bad but they forgot about them the next day, well, the Crusaders did. Enfield had taken himself to a psychologist and he was told that he did have a type of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome that would only become active through repressed memories of the last few weeks on Earth. The last few weeks of the War, which he caused.
He didn’t let that get to him though. The Enforcer/Guardian war was more of a grudge match rather than a proper war. Enfield and his team were blamed for the decommissioning of the Enforcer Program because of operation Air Raid. Enfield still curses himself for taking a bag full of guns and jewelry and suggesting that his team take a little something for their success. As Enfield mulled it over in his mind, he realized something strange. Taking a mix of guns and jewelry from the mission sector didn’t seem a justifiable cause for disbanding an entire section of the US military. If he and his squad had taken the drugs they would have at least been discharged, not made most wanted and cause a war.
Enfield shook his head in disbelief and turned to face his house. It wasn’t much, just a small, two story house with a hidden bunker and armory stocked with weapons and ammo. Celestia gave Enfield the house after he accepted her offer to safeguard Ponyville, he was glad he had the weapons to keep the town safe. He still wished that he had a tank for ground operations, but for now, all he had was his Ecstasy 550 buggy with a mount for a machine gun and his trusty and heavily modified Spitfire. One thing that Enfield had to question was how Celestia managed to acquire an entire armory of weapons and make a bunker even though she had told him that there were no large weapon factories in Equestria. Enfield put it out of his mind and guessed that they got everything set up when he was in his coma. Probably using spells to read his mind and bring the gear over. He still wished that he had some sort of armored vehicle.
Enfield stood up and slotted the piston into the Spitfire’s engine and reassembled the front of the aircraft. His physical health was perfect but his psychological state was somewhat questionable, for at least two weeks Enfield had woken up in the Panic Room surrounded by a set of traps and with several guns lying at the foot of his bed. After a little searching through Twilight Sparkle’s massive library, Enfield eventually figured out that he would never get better until he went back to Earth to fix up what he had left behind. He had to show his friends and family that he was alive and well, and he had to hunt down his former parents, and exact his revenge for what they did to him.
The last two months had been utter heaven for Enfield. The life that he was offered had really worked out, not only had Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and even Princess Celestia helped him get back on his feet, but Enfield had also done a little something else for someone. Or rather, somepony.
“Hi dad,” a voice came from behind Enfield.
“Hey there Scootaloo,” Enfield said, turning around to see Scootaloo standing behind him. She looked up at Enfield as he replaced the engine cover on the Spitfire and hop down next to her.
“Whatca doing?” Scootaloo asked.
“Fixing the plane,” Enfield said as he wiped grease off his hooves, “Remember that flight last week where we heard something explode?”
Scootaloo nodded.
“Turns out one of the cylinder heads blew up and fused itself to the sparkplug,” said Enfield.
“So you fixed it?” Scootaloo asked.
“Yep, I replaced all the pistons just to be safe,” Enfield said, “So what were you up to?”
“Nothing much,” Scootaloo replied, “Me, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell went to the farm to see some of Applejack’s family.”
“Done any Crusading lately?” Enfield asked.
Scootaloo huffed and looked behind her.
“No,” she said, “We’ve ran out of ideas.”
“Ah, I knew that your three day Crusade marathon was a bad idea,” said Enfield.
“I can’t believe that we didn’t get a knife fighting Cutie Mark,” Scootaloo added.
Enfield only just a few days ago was teaching the Crusaders how to knife fight, he didn’t want to, thinking that they would get hurt, but Apple Bloom used her cute look and Enfield reluctantly gave in. He was impressed with his daughter’s ability to weld a large combat knife but he still didn’t think she was ready to fully learn disarms with it until she was a bit more skilled.
“You’ve still got your whole life ahead of you, Scoot,” Enfield said kindly. Scootaloo looked up and smiled at him.
“Thanks dad,” she said.
“Cheer up now,” Enfield said as he walked back to his house, “I’m going to need your help.”
“What with?” Scootaloo asked as she kept up pace with him.
“Packing a few bags,” said Enfield.
“Are we going somewhere?” Scootaloo asked.
Enfield was reaching for the front door handle but stopped when Scootaloo asked him where they were going. He looked at Scootaloo with a small grin.
“Simple,” he said, “We’re going back to Earth.”