//------------------------------// // Chapter 11- I Totally Ship It // Story: Of The Past That Haunts Us // by Dusk_Writer //------------------------------// “I came, I saw, I made it awkward.” —unknown A week had passed since the scenario between Soarin and Dash which ended in happy tears and melted hearts. Everything returned to normal after that. Except for the fact that whenever Rainbow saw Soarin, she didn't get the tempting urge to slap him or run away; instead they both grew closer and closer as time passed and caught up on everything they had missed out on in each others lives. Days were passing fast and although forgiveness wasn't completely granted to him, Soarin and Dash were on the road to rekindling their friendship brighter than ever before. Currently, Fleetfoot was asleep on the couch with a magazine on her face and Soarin and Dash were opposite to her conversing and bantering quietly. Their conversation was interrupted as Spitfire exited her temporary room, walking towards them with a notepad and quill. “Guys,” she began, sitting next to Fleetfoot and smacking her on the head to wake her. Fleetfoot blinked as the magazine slipped off her face and she lazily glanced around. Upon seeing Spitfire she straightened up and placed an innocent smile on her face. Rolling her eyes, Spitfire continued. “We're all wasting too much time relaxing. The only thing we've done so far is basic team formations and haven't even started planning the routine. We only have three weeks left so we need to organize and plan our moves today.” “I'm down with that.” Fleetfoot yawned and stretched. “But couldn't you have woken me up more nicely?” She rolled her eyes. “Fleet, you can't be woken up ‘nicely’” “Hmph.” “ANYWAY,” Spitfire shot a glare towards her companion. “We need to start right now. Any ideas for the beginning of the routine?” They all sat in silence for a few moments, each pondering on what moves they could add to the show. “Um, I have a few moves of my own that may fit well,” Dash began. “Although, we would have to alter them a bit to fit us four.” “Moves like?” Spitfire asked, intrigued. “The Buccaneer Blaze, The Fantastic Filly Flash, Speed Smash...The Sonic Rainboom?” “Nice names,” Fleetfoot commented. “Hmm,” Spitfire perked up. “I would love for the Sonic Rainboom to be incorporated into the routine. We could make this work…” “Spits? How about the Thunder Clap? That move we made during the Winter Moon Celebration, a year ago?” Soarin suggested. “Yes, Yes! What about you Fleet? Any ideas?” “Huh?” Fleetfoot flinched and looked around, apparently having zoned out within a few seconds. “What?” “I said, do you have any ideas for our show?” she repeated. “Or are you content to stay inside your fantasy world?” “Oh, um sorry, hehh...what about the...Streak Quad?” “Not a bad idea,” Spitfire said as she jotted down something in her notepad with her quill. “Right, I think this is fine for now, I'll put these together and figure something out. I'll take more suggestions later. Meanwhile, I want you to work on your flying. And Dash? Work on some coordination drills.” She said and trotted back to her room, shutting the door behind her. “I think the coordination drills are gonna be a bit of a problem.” Dash muttered. “I could help you with those you know?” Soarin flashed a small crooked smile. “Really?” “Yeah! I had some problems with those too. Maybe I could give you some tips?” “That'd be awesome! Let's go!” Rainbow grabbed Soarin’s hoof and dragged him to the exit. “Now?!” He asked as Dash opened the front door. “Duh!” and with that they both left, closing the door behind them. “Hm,” Fleetfoot mused, still on the couch. Tank had climbed next to her as she put a hoof on his shell. She had warmed up to the tortoise quite a bit in the past week. Though, only after slowly realizing that he wasn't exactly after her fame, life and fortune as she had initially thought. “You know something Tank?” She grabbed the tortoise and placed him on her lap. “I ship it.” Tank slowly tilted his head. He didn't exactly understand what the weird and wise turquoise pony had told him. “When you ship two ponies, you want them to get together and do cute things,” she explained. “So I ship Soarin and Rainbow!” Pause. “Yes, I ship your owner with some stallion.” Pause. “They would be cute though? Just imagine it my green companion! The beautiful foals they would make!” Fleetfoot stretched out her hoof in the air dramatically. That seemed to convince Tank and he nodded slowly. “See? Even you agree!” Tank’s face moved as he continued to smile and nod. “You and I are going to get along just fine.” Fleetfoot sighed happily. Spitfire groaned and slumped against the desk in her room. This was hard. Knowing what moves to put in the show and actually putting them together were very different things. Why was life so difficult?! She clicked her tongue as she eyed her notes and diagrams. It was a mess. Maybe she just needed a fresh, clean page. She flicked to the next page and stared. … AGGGHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMM— Spitfire sighed. She could use a bit of water to clear her thoughts right now… Looking around her room, she saw she had none. After a few moments of contemplation, Spitfire got up and walked towards the door. As she stepped out, the sight before her caused her to pause and raise an eyebrow. Fleetfoot was rambling on and on to Tank. A tortoise. Curious, she stayed in her spot, in front of her room and listened. “Soarin and Rainbow sitting in a tree,” she sang. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Spitfire tilted her head. Uh…What? “First comes love! Then comes marriage,” Fleetfoot continued singing, holding Tank close to her body. “Then comes Soarin with a baby carriage!” Spitfire stifled her laughter and walked to the couches where she was sitting. “You know I can hear you, right?” The turquoise mare as flinched a shadow fell over her. “You’re not the only one in the house.” “I can explain!” She grinned nervously and turned around. Spitfire stood right behind her with an eyebrow raised. “Uh huh,” she rolled her eyes and proceeded to walk over to kitchen which was located off to the side. She opened the fridge, grabbed a small water bottle under her wing and trotted back to her room. She paused at the entrance and she smirked, “it's not like I don't agree by the way.” “Uh,” Fleetfoot gaped. After a few moments Spitfire could hear her start to giggle, “haha! Yes!” she smiled and brought Tank closer to her body. “We have another shipper on board! Soarbow will sail!” … “It's a working title…”