The drive was long and contemplative, but I think the question that was burned into my mind is mostly just, why? Why did the girls go through the effort of not only coming all the way to Manehattan to find me to hire me, but go through with the effort of even looking for me in the first place? To me it just doesn't make sense, then again things that the girls do hardly make sense to begin with. I was currently on a back road when Quick shifted and stretched, she yawned while she did. She took a look around and noticed we were off the highway and it had recently turned dark. "How long have we been driving?" She asked.
"About 8 hours." I replied, "Also I've been driving, not you."
"You always get so hung up on your semantics." Quick looked around, "Don't you think that this would be a good time to stop off and eat?"
"We can go through a drive through. That's about it." I said.
"Ugh, I hate when you get like this." Quick said.
"Like what?" I asked her.
"You get all business-y and you can never chill out even for a moment, it's like you transform into a completely different person. I don't like it." Quick crossed her arms.
"It's just something I do, I can't help it. Time is literally life and death, and money."
"And everything else in the world. You keep going on about time! Why is it so important to you!?" She nearly yelled.
"Because we don't have enough of it!" I yelled, quieting her. "One day you're just going along happy as can be and the next thing you know, the girl you loved breaks your heart and leaves you behind for one of your friends." I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Whoa." Quick said, "I've never seen you like this before...is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong." I muttered.
"Okay, now you're lying to me. I can always tell." Quick said, "It's something about those girls that hired us isn't it?"
"One more question like that and you're fired." I said.
"You don't have the balls to fire me because I know where everything is and you don't." Quick said, "It is about those girls isn't it? What is it though, do you hate them?"
"No, there's just a time and place for business and there's a time and place for pleasure and right now is not the time for the latter." I said, "I don't hate them but I just don't have time to explain why I'm being the way I am."
"Okay, I trust you." Quick said.
"Yet, you don't trust me enough to give me your real name." I said, "You know if you don't give me your real name I can't put you on a payroll."
"I did give you my real name." Quick crossed her arms once more.
"That's not what my contact at the police station says." I said.
"You had Cold Justice do a background check on me?" Quick asked.
"Yes, I did. Had to make sure that you weren't going to drag me into something that would KILL me, it's called the act of self preservation. I wanted to know what I was getting myself into." I said, while turning back onto the highway and hitting the accelerator and shifting the gears. The engine roared to life and pulled the car onto the road at a faster pace.
"You wouldn't understand about why I'm so hesitant about my past..." Quick said.
"I'd probably understand better than most." I said, "I know I haven't told you everything either."
"I...know...but you have your reasons to keep your secrets." Quick said.
"Yeah." I said and then thought to myself. Hell no, I just don't want to be found. Fate really fucking hates me.
"I don't know if you know this, but I'm really thankful that you took me in. In hindsight, I was on a steady path to death." Quick fiddled with her fingers, "So...thank you."
"You're welcome." I said as I took the exit to Canterlot.
Quick looked out the window of the car, "Oh wow! Look at me now ma! I'm in Canterlot!" She cheered, I couldn't help but smirk as she continued. "Do you think we'll be able to see the Princesses?"
"It's a possibility." I almost laughed, because my mother is Princess Celestia.
"Do you think Princess Celestia is awake right now?" Quick asked.
"I don't know." I answered. Yes you do, and she's about halfway through a bottle of wine and crying about lost lovers.
"Probably not, by the way. Where are we going?" Quick asked.
"Tomorrow evening, we're going to the palace. I have a contact there that could tremendously help with our case." I said.
"T-The PALACE?!" Quick said with excited shock. "Can I go?"
I looked at her and then looked back toward the road, "Sorry Quick, I need you to check out the places that Spike used to frequent here in Canterlot and ask around. I promise I'll take you on a tour as soon as we're done with our case."
"Pinkie promise?" She held out her pinkie finger.
"Cross my heart, hope to-" I cut myself off then interlocked my pinkie finger with hers. "Pinkie promise."
She soon broke the interlock and looked out the window again. "What was it you were going to say?"
"Sorry, an...old friend had a unique take on the pinkie promise. Force of habit I guess." I smirked.
"Sounds like a fun friend." Quick said.
"Yeah, they were." I pulled up into a motel and parked the car.
Quick looked at the place as she got out, then she glared at me with look of contempt. "Seriously Jack? We're in Canterlot and this is the place you chose?"
"If I had a million bits, I'd get someplace nicer. I'm not made of money, and I don't shit gold." I said as I walked into the lobby to book us a room. "Can I get two bed please?" I asked the person.
"Sorry, fresh out. All we have left is one bed rooms." He said.
I let out a big sigh, "Fine I'll take it." I laid out some bits on the table and he gave me a room key. Room 155, I took the key and walked out to my car.
Quick looked at me, "You look like you have bad news."
"There's only one bed. You take it, I'll sleep on the floor." I said.
"Oh, okay." Quick looked...disappointed? I've known her about a year now, and I've lived with women for most of my life. So I can tell when a woman is upset or disappointed. That's an extent of what I know, that and they like a clean place to shit, so I go above and beyond to keep my bathroom clean.
"Come on, let's just get our stuff inside and we can get some well needed sleep." I pulled the car over to the front of our room and soon unloaded our stuff, I also locked my car because even in Canterlot, there are some people who want what you have.
Quick sat on the bed and plugged in her phone. I meanwhile, took a shower because I hadn't since yesterday and didn't like stewing in my own juices for very long. Like most motels, the bathroom was one of the most neglected things on the planet, but it was still better than bathing in a river. I came out of the shower and Quick had already changed into her pajamas. "So I was thinking..." Quick spoke up.
"Yes?" I asked.
"It wouldn't really be comfortable for you to sleep on the floor, you need to be in top shape in case we need to chase this guy down right?" Quick asked.
"Right?" I said, Yeah what the fuck would I chase? A reflection?
"What I'm saying is... we can share the bed." Quick said.
"Please tell me you're not doing this so you can get into my pants." I said bluntly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Quick shouted.
"A lot, but I don't think you're a licensed therapist and we wouldn't have the time to break down my illnesses." I said.
"Look, if anything it's a way to pay you back. You've done a lot for me and I appreciate that." Quick said, "Nothing more, nothing less."
"Alright, alright, I gotcha." I said getting on the other side of the bed and rolling over with my back facing her, "We've got to be up bright and early tomorrow so hurry up and get some sleep."
"Goodnight." She said.
"Goodnight." I replied whilst drifting off to sleep myself.