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// The Waiting Room (Fluttershy/Rainbow Dash) 
// Story: The Drabble Bag 
// by TheVulpineHero1 
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"They're waiting for you," Fluttershy whispered.

"I can't do it. I'm not good enough, yet. Maybe next year," Dash muttered. She'd said the same thing the year before. They'd found her curled up and hyperventilating in the deep, soft chairs that year too.

"...All those ponies paid to see somepony fly. Somepony has to," Fluttershy sighed, and gave a flap of her stiffening wings.

Dash's eyes widened as she realised what her friend meant. "You've gotta be kidding. You'll fall straight outta the sky!"

"M-maybe. But... you'll save me. I believe that," Fluttershy whispered. "I can't be afraid when I know you'll catch me."

There was a silence as Rainbow Dash considered the words. At last, she sighed.

"Y'know, 'Shy, sometimes you don't play fair," Dash scowled, and put her goggles on. "You just bought yourself flying practice for the next two weeks straight. If you're gonna threaten to pull stunts like that, I wanna make sure you can handle 'em. No excuses."

Fluttershy giggled. "But you'll be a Wonderbolt by then. You won't have time."

"...thanks, 'Shy. But I'll make time."

"Can you, um, make time for dinner, too? I'll cook you something."

"Sure, I guess. Us athletes need our food," Dash shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta make an idiot outta myself for you. Wish me luck."

"Good luck, Dash," Fluttershy said, knowing she didn't need it. Outside, the crowd bayed; with a nervous but cocky grin, Rainbow Dash, future Wonderbolt, went out to meet them.