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// Regret Can Come In Many Forms 
// Story: Vanguard Of Harmony 
// by Enfield 
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	"Look I don't care what they are saying on the news and on the internet, the show's not coming back!"
"Those fans are really annoyed at you for your decision, some of them have started burning show merchandise. Well, the levelheaded ones are. Listen, if you don't bring the show back then you're going to destroy the company."
"It's the company who got me into this mess. Tell those 'broines' or whatever the scum call themselves that My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic isn't going to be aired anymore. I don't care what they they'll think of me afterwards. I still blame Tara, if she didn't leave then we might be making season four."
"I'll try to quell the fans, but for now we need to get you out of Florida and upstate for the next press conference."
"When will my driver be here?"
"In about fifteen minutes."
"Okay, if you don't mind can you ask him to arrive sooner?"
"I'll see what I can do. Goodbye Lauren."
"Yeah, bye."

Lauren hung up the phone and sat on the chair that overlooked the window. For a four star hotel, it sure had an awful view. All she could see was the back of a building and a small slice of the beach, Lauren came up with the theory that the manager was a brony and he wanted revenge for the cancellation of MLP. Only a week after the end of season three Tara Strong decided to leave and be a voice actor in another kids TV show say that 'This isn't what she had in mind', especially when it came to the fanbase. Even Faust questioned the MLP fanbase, was it really made up of twentysome year old guys? She did find it funny when she found out that some of these people were better at animation and story elements than some of the show's best writers. Ironic considering that she was eventually going end up hiring the best of the animators and writers to see if they can make some descent episodes for season four but sadly the show got cancelled because of some of the staff going to other shows. After the announcement that the show had been pulled the MLP community went into a frenzy, attacking Hasbro, attacking the people who left and worst of all, attacking Lauren. Some of the fanfics that she read have taken a very dark twist involving her. Luckily after the MLP convention in Tampa she managed to explain that she didn't pull the plug on the show and that she thanks each and every one of the fans for their support, this did sooth the community but it didn't stop the cyberattacks on the people who left the show. Over time Lauren became frustrated and refused to go out into the streets alone in case she got mobbed by angry men dressed as the show's characters, she now spent most of her time in the hotel under the watchful eyes of the security team. 

Not wanting to be cooped up in her room for the next fifteen minutes, Lauren decided to go to the little coffeeshop that was in the hotel lobby. She could use something to take her mind off of the upcoming press conference, and the crazy fans who had been massing in the streets for the past two days. Lauren didn't know if they wanted to kill her or just pester her to try and restart the show again, most likely they would try and beg for the latter, you couldn't restart a show with a dead producer. As she made her way to the elevators a bellboy pulling a luggage cart passed her and stopped.
"Ah Miss. Faust, I was send up here to retrieve your bags and take them to the car." 
"Is it here?" Lauren asked.
"Why yes, it arrived a few minutes ago." 
"Great, now I can get out of here." 
"I'll have your bags down soon," the bellboy said as he opened the door to Lauren's room, "Your car is the black Aston."
"Aston, as in Aston Martin?" Lauren thought as she pulled her handbag over her shoulder. An Aston Martin was her taxi to the airport, very unusual since most of her limos were either huge Lincolns or sleek Audis. She hit the call button for the elevator and tried to picture who her driver was, she imagined that it would be some posh English man who hadn't heard of My Little Pony and ended every sentence with "M'lady".
"Pip, pip cheerio," Lauren said quietly. She let out a small chuckle as the elevator doors opened. She hit the lobby floor button and waited as the doors closed and the elevator descended to the ground floor. The signature ding rang out and the elevator doors slid open, Lauren braced herself for the following onslaught of camera flashes and people crowding around her trying to ask questions about the show's cancellation but nothing showed up. She looked around the lobby as she exited the elevator, there was almost no-one here. Aside from hotel employees and a few patrons in the coffeeshop, the place was deserted. She kept her head down as she strided over to the exit. There was indeed a black, four door Aston Martin Vantage sitting outside the hotel. The bellboy from earlier was shutting the trunk just as Lauren walked over. 
"Your bags are all packed in the trunk," he said. Lauren was both impressed and confused, she had only just seen the bellboy a few minutes ago.
"How did you get down here so fast?" 
"That's a secret that I'm not allowed to share, Miss Faust."
Lauren laughed a little and handed the bellboy a twenty dollar bill. The bellboy held the bill up to the sun and then slipped it into his pocket. 
"Thank you," he said as a doorman opened the car door for Lauren, "By the way, you'll like your driver. He's rather pleasant."

Lauren slipped into the seat behind the driver and belted herself into the seat. She set her bag down on the adjacent seat and looked up, the driver was looking at her in the rear view mirror and by the way the creases on his face she could tell that he was smiling.
"To the airport please, driver," Lauren said.
"Aye," the driver's reply came. The car started with a loud roar from the V8 engine and then rolled through the parking lot and out into the street. 
Lauren sat back in her seat and relaxed, she had done it, another MLP convention done and now she was on her way to a press conference, best of all, she was in an Aston Martin and a very well maintained one if that. The driver kept his eyes forward but he would occasionally glance back at Lauren and out of the windows whenever they stopped. Lauren wondered what the driver's name was and why the bellboy at the hotel said that he was friendly. 
"So then," Lauren said finally, the driver looked up in the mirror. Most of his face wasn't reflected in the mirror but Lauren could tell that he was bored and wanted to talk, "What's your name?" 
"Scott Websly," the driver said. 
"Where are you from?" 
"Take a guess," Scott said with a smile. 
"Scotland?" 
"Exactly."
Lauren sat back and watched as they entered the bustle of the city where the roads were crammed with cars. Scott sighed heavily and shook his head, he took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his brow. Lauren didn't mind sitting in traffic, she was early and her flight didn't leave for another few hours. She could at least talk to Scott to pass the time. 
"How long have you been a limo driver?" 
"Not long, this is only my second time driving someone," Scott said as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Who did you have last?" 
"Royalty. Three princesses and a prince, but that was long ago." 
"Wow, royalty?" Lauren asked, "I bet you feel like you've been downgraded from royalty to a producer for a cancelled TV show." 
"I don't think that, you seem to be considered a god in the eyes of some people."
"I know," Lauren said with a shudder, "Now they think of me as evil or something."
"They're just a bit upset is all," Scott said with reassurance, he then suddenly stopped and looked forward, "Got a clear run."
"What?"
Scott pressed the accelerator pedal and the car shot forwards through an opening in the traffic, the roar of the engine echoed off the buildings. Lauren pulled on her seatbelt and looked at Scott in the mirror, he seemed to be laughing.
"I did that with the royals," he said, "They loved it." 
"Is that allowed in your company?" Lauren asked.
"Oh, I don't work for a company." 

Before Lauren could ask the sound of sirens emerged from behind them and the mirror filled with flashing red and blue lights.
"I think that it's the cops," Faust said as she turned around in her seat to see a police car creeping up on them.
"Piss," Scott said under his breath as he pulled over. 
Scott and Lauren waited as the cops approached the car from both sides. Scott tapped the center console, Lauren looked closer at his hand and saw what looked like black marks that ran up his hand like his veins had discolored and were popping out of his hand.
"How did you get that?" she asked.
"What?" Scott replied as he looked out the mirrors.
"Those marks on your hand, how did you get that?"
"Can I tell you later? Got a bigger problem to deal with." 
The two cops walked over to the front doors and looked inside.
"Licence and registration," the cop next to Scott said. Scott shook his left hand and a licence appeared in between his fingers. The cop took it and examined it closely, "You know why I stopped you?"  
"Was it me showing off?" Scott asked cheekily. 
"Yeah, you know that it's illegal to do that speed in a crowded street?" the other cop asked. 
"I'm just trying to get evaluated," Scott said, "You know, it's for my company."
"What company?" the first cop asked. Scott handed the cop a business card, the cop took it and stared at it with a puzzled look.
"Something up?" his partner asked.
"Strangest name for a company I've ever heard of."
"What is it called? I can get R&I on the horn."
"Busturbals Limos, ever heard of them?"

Without warning the two front doors shot open and hit both of the cops in the groin, sending them both to the ground. Scott watched them writhe in pain and then he stomped on the accelerator pedal and shot off down the street.
"That was too easy," he said as he raised the windows. 
"What was that?" Lauren asked. 
"What was what?"
"That back there, you made the doors open without touching them."
"I thought you'd be asking why I had the doors smash the testes of the cops," Scott said as he opened up the center console.
"But why, what are you doing?"
Scott sighed and stopped at a set of red lights. He tightened his grip on the wheel and looked in the mirror to Lauren. 
"Look, this may sound strange but I'm in a bit of a situation and I'm going to need you to help me out. I was sent here to extract you and bring you to my superiors, the place where I come from is dying and we know that you're the only one who is able to save it, after all, you created the place."
"What are you talking about?" Lauren asked. Before Scott could answer a shout came from his left.
"It's her!" one shout said.
"Lets get them!" another said.
Scott and Lauren both snapped their attention to their left and saw a car with six full grown men in strange costumes. Scott and Lauren looked closer at the costumes and saw that each of them was dressed as the Mane Six. 
"What the fuck," Scott said, "Seriously, what the actual fuck am I looking at?"
"Bronies," Lauren said. Scott watched as they pulled out bats and clubs from the back of the car and opened the doors. Scott, knowing that these guys didn't want Lauren's autograph, flicked at the air as if he was swatting a fly on the window and the car with the bronies still inside flew over the road and smashed into a building. Scott looked into the rear view mirror and saw Lauren staring at him, mouth agape.
"Well my cover's blown," Scott said. He slammed down on the accelerator pedal and drove into the streets, knowing well and full that he'd have to explain everything sooner or later.