Resort Island Adventure

by JustNewHere


Chapter 1: Think About It

“Twily?” Cadance, retired-principal of CPA, announced her arrival. She scanned the apartment, wondering if she got the right one when she heard a loud crash from the other rooms, followed by a familiar squeak.

Shaking her head in nostalgia, Cadance took out her spare key, shut the door, and made her way towards the source.

“What happened in here? It looked like a typhoon hit and missed,” she teased as she helped her sister-in-law up.

“Hahaha, very funny Cady but you know after all these years it’s still not,” Twilight Sparkle said, dusting herself off.

“I stand corrected then,” the pink haired woman then booped the purple girl on the nose, “it was hilarious.” After a beat, the elder of the two shifted her expression in a concerned one. “We’re really worried about you.”

“What’s there to worry?” Twilight stood up and went over to her work station. She knew they were about to start their usual dance yet after all these years, she still know how to dance around it. “I’m a successful thirty-two year old woman who has enough to live on and I reached my life’s goal by seeing my inventions featured and sold in the business market. What’s there to worry?”

“You said ‘what’s there to worry’ twice now.”

Twilight groaned. “I’m being serious here, Cady.”

“And I as well,” purple eyes furrowed in worry, “Twilight, you never contact us aside from holiday cards, sending gifts or money for Flurry’s education, or even go out in general.”

“I go out,” Twilight weakly defended, back still turned to the other.

“Conferences don’t count.” Cadance then sauntered across the room, picking up a picture frame of two smiling girls. “We want you to go out and have fun again.” She sighed. “We just can’t see our Twily anymore.”

“I’ve grown up,” was the clipped response and Cadance knew she hit a sore topic but still, she persisted.

“There’s growth and then there’s development,” she narrowed her purple eyes at the back of the lab coat, “and I know you know those are not the same thing.”

“Just what do you want from me? An apology? An age regression?”

“What we want is for you to relax and take a break from this suffocating environment,” the older woman swept a hand across the room, “and act like a good family member, like a good friend again.”

At the silence that followed her, a pink hand shot up to rub the bridge of her nose before the elder of the two sighed. “I should have realized it sooner the moment you stopped greeting me in our usual way,” another sigh, “maybe then I could have helped you heal faster.”

There was a shuffling before Cadance produced an opened envelope alongside a flyer. She set the two down on the night stand, next to the picture depicting seven teenage girls, before hovering by the doorway.

“I found and opened your mail for you, it’s a plane ticket that’s already been paid for along with an all access pass. The resort in the ad seemed like a nice enough vacation spot.”

No response.

Cadance shook her head. “Know we’re always here for you even if you don’t think we’ve been there. Just, try to think about everything I said. Please?” Twilight still had her back turned and had started fiddling with her equipment once more.

A resigned nod, then Cadance shut the door close.


“You need to chill,” Agent Tempest Shadow exclaimed without ceremony, entering the house of an annoyed Sunset Shimmer. Why was Sunset annoyed? Because the other just entered through the window and was now nonchalantly pouring herself a glass like she owned the place.

Calming her rapidly racing heart, Sunset glared at the newcomer. “Can’t you enter through the front door like a normal person?!”

“I could,” Sunset saw the smirk hidden behind the rim glass, “but where’s the fun in that?”

“You are incorrigible,” was the deadpanned reply.

“And you are working yourself thin.” A pause before turquoise eyes scanned the teenage appearance, “well, you know what I mean.”

“Unsurprisingly, I don’t.” Sunset scratched her head in frustration before she took a deep breath to calm her temper with Tempest amusedly watching the whole time. “Just what do you want? I’m already off the clock and I have to submit my latest work before I hit the deadline.”

“You mean the finished comic book right there on your desk?” a dark purple hand aptly pointed to said object. “Yeah, you can’t fool me Shimmer.”

Finishing and setting down her glass on the coffee table, and just beside the coaster because she knew it will annoy the hell out of the other, Tempest stretched before producing an envelope and a flyer.

“Tickets for ‘Resort Island’?” Sunset raised a brow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I shit you not.” Tempest grinned. “Boss upstairs wants you to take time off; see the sights, take a skinny dip, heck even fuck a barmaid if you can.”

“You are shameless.”

“I never said I wasn’t,” was the retort followed by a snicker as a memory popped up. “Besides, I wasn’t the one who scared that banshee shitless two days ago.” She then smacked a hand to her knee as she doubled over in laughter, “you really are something She-Demon.”

Wiping a tear away, she settled down once she eyed the unamused expression of the other. “Oh don’t be like that. You know I don’t make the rules.” She flicked the items onto the coffee table. “For what’s it worth, I heard the Intel team talking about weird energy readings from that place. Could be a fluke or not but it’s something to excite you right?”

Sunset eyed the items before she ran a hand over her face. “I don’t know Tempest,” she sat on the couch before she begrudgingly moved the glass on the coaster. “W-what if I get recognized?”

“Well,” Tempest started as she sat on the opposite couch, crossing her legs. “You can say you’re related to Sunset Shimmer or you’re her daughter.” She shrugged as she toyed with her Mohawk, “I really don’t get this immortal unicorn shit you have.”

“Alicorn,” Sunset automatically corrected and after all these years she still could not believe it either.

Harmony deemed her worthy enough to give what she was after for so long but with a price that she later regretted. Immortality came with the shtick and though she had considered going back to Equestria, it never felt like home to her again. There in lied the problem though, although she chose to stay she didn’t know she would also stay the same. Now here she was after graduating college years later, still in a teenager’s body. At least she could pass for eighteen so that she can live on her own.

A flash of familiar amethyst eyes reared itself back inside her head, drawing a knotted feeling in her. “I’m not going Tempest,” Sunset made up her mind. “I’m content with where I am and if the chief wants me off the clock for a few weeks I don’t mind.”

“Yeah about that,” Tempest awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. “You kinda have to anyway; her orders and all,” a pause before she added, “and she’ll have my ass if I don’t convince you to leave.”

This time, Sunset snorted as she eyed her work partner. “You would like that, with all the flirting you’ve been doing.”

“Yet she still doesn’t get the hint,” Tempest wistfully stated, making Sunset roll her eyes.

“Temps, she’s married.”

“Meh.”

Sunset shook her head as she leaned further onto her sofa. Already she was starting to think up on ways how to get Tempest to leave. She appreciated the concern of the people in her work place but barging in on this? It was just too much.

“Is…this because of your ex?” Tempest did not falter even amidst the sudden sharp glance sent her way.

“I think you should go,” Sunset growled.

A warning.

“No,” came the other’s stubborn refusal as turquoise eyes warily eyed the clenched fist that was slowly starting to become red. “Not until you tell me if it’s because of her you’re refusing to go.”

“She has nothing to do with this and you know it!”

“Why must you lie to me?” the agent exasperatedly said then ducked in time as a glass sailed dangerously past her head and impacted against the back wall, shattering with a loud crash. Once she recovered, Tempest stared at her partner in disbelief. “Dude, seriously?!”

“I’m not gonna tell you again,” demon eyes narrowed into barely unbridled rage, “leave.”

Tempest eyed the hunched and panting figure, observing the tears brimming at the corners, a pained expression hidden behind a mask of anger. Adjusting the ruffles and wrinkles on her black shirt, she nodded. “Fine I’ll go but there’s one thing I hope you’d never forget.”

“What? That you’ll be there for me? That everyone at HQ is willing to lend an ear or shoulder to cry on!?” Sunset scoffed. “I’ve heard it all before.”

“But you’ve rarely heard it from me.”

Silence permitted the room until Tempest continued.

“You’re hurting and as your partner it’s also my job to make sure you’re fit to take on the paranormal, extraterrestrial, and the supernatural. This,” she pointed to the shattered glass and the claw marks on the couch, “is someone who needs closure…or at least a change of scenery.”

Tempest tapped the ticket and flyer on the table, matching Sunset’s burning stare. “Think about it.”