Wonders

by Moniker

Gaining Trust

Scootaloo yawned as she got out of bed. She walked downstairs slowly. Spitfire noticed the magenta manned filly. "Good morning Scootaloo," Spit waved her hoof. "Hey Scootaloo, this is Soarin', he's your new father," Spitfire said.
Soarin walked up to Scoot. "Hey there," he lifted his hoof for a hoofshake. Scootaloo flinched at the sight.
"Soarin' Remember?!" she asked.
He rubbed his head. "It's okay, I wasn't going to hurt you," he put his hoof on her back.
"Well, anyway, how'd you sleep?" he asked.
Scootaloo shrugged. "It was alright, I woke up with a headache, my nose was kind of different, and I was sore," that was the most Scootaloo spoke.
"Sore you say?" Spit walked to Scootaloo and placed her hoof on her forehead. "Oh, you have quite a fever, well," she cleared her throat. "You go upstairs, I'll be up in a moment," she walked up to the phone mounted to the wall. "Yes, hello I'm Spitfire, I'm Scootaloo's mother, I'm afraid she's caught a cold, so she's not going to come in today. Yes I hope she gets well soon as well," Spitfire let out a sigh and put back the phone.
"This might be not such a good time but I have to go bye," Soarin' closed the door behind him.
Spitfire repeated. "Go back upstairs, and I'll be up with your breakfast, and some Apple juice," Spitfire told her.
Spitfire took Scoots hoof and led her upstairs. Scootaloo swiped her hoof away. "I'm not four, I'm ten," she stepped away.
Spitfire sighed. "I know that, but c'mon, you're sick," she added.
Scootaloo just closed the door leaving Spitfire alone. Spit walked downstairs. Scootaloo sighed.

Scootaloo heard something a cart. Scootaloo looked at the door. "So, comfy Scoot?" she asked.
Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure, it's fine," she rolled her eyes.
Spitfire walked up to her smiling warmly. She placed her hoof on her head. "Well, you are defiantly improving," she said voice full of joy.
Scootaloo looked at a cart that had a tray cover on it. "What in there?" she asked.
Spitfire smiled. "You hungry?" she asked. Scootaloo nodded. "God, I got all this for you, since I wasn't sure your favorite breakfast I just made a few things," she pulled up the cover to show a plate, carrots, pancakes, apples, haycon, muffins, oranges, peaches, and eggs. "I hope you enjoy," she smiled. Scootaloo licked her lips at the large amount of choices. Well, so far she's better than Gem. She shook her head. "A-And this is for me?" she asked cutely looking at Spitfire.
She nodded. "Of course, that's what a mother does," she smiled warmly. Scootaloo gave a light smile at her. "Dig in," she handed Scootaloo a fork, and spoon.
Scootaloo sighed. "Thanks," she thanked.
Spitfire shrugged "No problem Scootaloo," inside her felt warm and happy. She walked out the room.

Spitfire knocked on the door. She then heard a muffled yet clear voice. "Come in," Spit opened the door slowly.
"How was your breakfast?" Spitfire asked.
Scootaloo sighed. "It was good," she admitted. "Do you think I could get some more apple juice?" she asked.
Spitfire nodded and walked downstairs for only a moment. She came back up as quickly as she went down. She poured the apple juice in the glass. "There you go," she smiled.
Scootaloo grabbed the glass. She took a quick sip. "Thanks," she thanked again.
"No problem," she placed her hoof on Scootaloo's forehead. "Your fever is dropping it seems," she smiled happy. “I say another day and you'll be all better," she grinned.
Scootaloo groaned. "Another day, of boredom," she sighed.
Spitfire chuckled a bit. "I understand, how about a story?" she offered.
Scootaloo nodded slowly. "Why not," Scootaloo got her Rainbow Dash doll that Rainbow Dash gave her.
"Alright, once upon a time-" she was cut off.
"Not this again, I hate those stories," Scootaloo groaned.
Spitfire nodded. "Alright, I understand, how about this? One day there was a filly, her name Spitfire, she was abandoned by her parents, she was a blank flank, she was beaten by her adopted parents then later she was abandoned by them as well. She had spent two years of questioning her life if it had a meaning, if she should truly live or not, she had one knife in her hoof she got from the orphanage owner. She had one final decision she decided to fly around Canterlot, she then flew around the castle and the Princess of the sun noticed and put her in a room in the castle in return she would play in shows to impress the common ponies, and that's when she earned her Cutie Mark," she sighed and wiped tears from her eyes.
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Sure but, well, I ran for a really long time without a too long break, Scootaloo thought.
Spitfire sighed and looked at Scootaloo. "Well, I need to go to the pharmacy, get some medicine, I'll see you later, be back soon, and in the meantime get some sleep," Spitfire advised.
Scootaloo nodded. "I will," she smiled faintly at Spitfire.
"Alright see you later," Spitfire closed Scootaloo's door.
Maybe she does know what it's like? No, no she's still waiting. Scootaloo soon fell asleep and let her worries drift away.