//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 Breakfast and secrets // Story: Family of two // by Flat spin //------------------------------// MLP: FiM Family of two By: flat spin Soarin galloped in to the guest room and saw Scootaloo crying in her sleep. He quickly walked next to the bed and picked the little filly. “Scootaloo don’t worry…” He whispered into her ear and gave her fore head a light kiss. “I’ll never leave you.” And with that said he knew he had to make sure Scootaloo didn’t have to go back to her abusive family. Seconds turned in to minutes as he kept the filly close to him and slowly he could hear her sobbing end. He put her back to the bed and walked downs stairs and opened the fridge. “I guess it’s pancakes then.” He said and picked up all the stuff he needed to make breakfast. “Soarin…” He heard Scootaloo’s voice coming from the kitchen door. He turned around and saw her standing there. She was still sleepy. “What are you doing?” “I’m making some breakfast for us… We got a busy day coming.” He said cheerfully. “Oh what are we gonna do?” Scootaloo walked next to him and looked at him. “I’ll tell you later. I’m gonna need a minute or two to make these things so take a tour around the house. I know you didn’t have time to do that yesterday.” Soarin said and ruffled her mane. “Really! You’ll let me just take a look at your house alone.” She jumped up and down in excitement. “Of course. Make yourself at home… Just try not to break anything.” Soarin said and looked as Scootaloo just ran off in excitement. “Well that will keep her busy for a while” Soarin though and went back to making pancakes. Scootaloo was walking in the huge house. She was looking at the oil paintings on the walls that had several different wonderbolts on them. She knew most of them… Spitfire, Misty Fly, Fleetfoot, The Streak twins, High Winds… they all had a painting for themselves… But then she saw a bigger painting of two ponies… It was Soarin and a mare in their flying suits and Soarin had his wing over the mare’s back and he was pulling her toward his chest. Both of them were smiling and clearly in love… But Scootaloo had taken a sneak peak into Soarin bed room before going to her room and saw that he was clearly sleeping alone… “Who are you?” Scootaloo asked herself while looking at the rainbow maned pegasai who was in the painting with Soarin. After that she walked into a large room that had a lot of bookshelves and a fireplace in it. She took a look around the room and saw a large painting on top of the fireplace… Two unicorns. One white stallion and one blue mare… She didn’t recognize either of them. For all she knew they could have been royals with their fancy clothes and make up… She decided to move on and kept looking through the large house’s rooms. Most of them were full of art or medals but every now and then she saw a personal item… Like a book… “I really shouldn’t…” She said and looked at the book that was clearly his diary or something like that. “But then again…” She said and opened the book. First thing she saw was picture of that rainbow mare again… “Rainbow Dash… you have no idea how much I love you. I want to show you how much I love you… but you never have time for that… you never have time for me...” She read Soarin’s handwriting and turned on to the next page. On there was a picture of captain Spitfire. Scootaloo recognized her right away. “Spits… You are truly a sister I never got… you were always there for me… you pushed me to try harder when I gave up… but you couldn’t get me away from them... It isn't your fault... its my fault.” Scootaloo knew she should have stopped reading this book right now because this was getting really personal… but she had to learn more. On the next page there was only one word. “failure.” She turned to the next page and saw it again. “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” She kept turning the pages. “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” All of them had the same word on them. “failure.” “failure.” “failure.” Then there was a picture… Those same unicorns… they were looking slightly displeased. Between them was a young light blue Pegasus colt… and below that had text. “Why couldn’t I be what they wanted me to be…” The page was wrinkly… it was like it was at one point been under a rain cloud… or under a pair of crying eyes. “Why I’m I a failure… Why I’m a Pegasus.” Scootaloo quickly closed the book. She couldn’t believe what she had just read… it couldn’t be true… why would a wonderbolt want to be something else? She decided to leave the book on to the desk where she found it and left the room. This was clearly something she wasn’t meant to know… and she didn’t want to think about it either. So she kept going through the rooms one by one looking at them and tying to find something interesting… “And there’s the last one.” Soarin said as he finished doing the pancakes. He put them on to two plates and got some apple juice from the fridge for them. Then he was about to yell for Scootaloo he heard her walking towards the kitchen. “Soarin…” She started and walked next to him. He wasn’t looking at her as he was cleaning the flower off the table he used for cooking. “What is it Scoots.” He said and threw away the extra flowers but he still wasn’t looking at her. “Why do you have rubber gloves in your room...” Scootaloo asked. “What? I don’t understand your question Scoots.” He said and poured some coffee for himself. “And why are they so slippery.” Scootaloo said and Soarin realised what she had said. “Put them back where you found them!” Soarin said in panic while nearly dropping his coffee mug to the floor. He clearly had to do some house cleaning before even could even start thinking about bringing a young filly into his life…