I'll write it tomorrow
After a long day of fighting evil, Twilight finally returned home, entering the Golden Oaks Library she was met by a hug from Spike, her personal assistant, lifelong friend and something between ‘pet’ dragon and little brother.
“Twilight!” Spike said as he wrapped his claws around her neck, embracing her. “I was so worried, you left so sudden, I...”
Twilight placed her own foreleg around the baby dragon and tried to calm him down.
“Oh Spike, you worry too much”, she said gently, rubbing the back of his head trying to reassure him everything is going to be fine.
“But Twi, this is the third time you did this, and the year just started. Every time you disappear I always assume the worse.”
“Oh Spike...” she let go of him and after a while he did the same.
“Come lets get you something to eat,” he said wiping the tears from his eyes, “you must be famished.”
“Alright Spike just let me write my letter to princess... to Celestia and I will be right there.”
“I really should stop using her title when we are not in public, or on official business. She is really getting annoyed by it.”
“No.” He said stomping his little foot. “First you eat, then you can write your letter.”
“Spike, I really need to do it now. While the memory is still fresh.”
“Princess Twilight Sparkle of Ponyville,” Spike said pointing his index finger at her, frowning and trying to look as menacing as possible. ” Do not make me pull you by your wings into the kitchen and force feed you.”
Upon finishing the sentence his expression changed, his frown was replaced with a smile and he had to put both his hands over his mouth to contain his laughter. Twilight could barely contain her own.
“Alright Spike,” she said giggling, “there is no need for you to get violent, lead the way.”
The dinner was simple, a small salad and some oats for Twilight, while Spike had a bowl of small gems with milk. It didn’t take long for Twilight to finish her food, a whole day of fighting evil and running can sure make a pony hungry.
“What’s wrong?” she asked when she noticed that Spike wasn’t eating, he was just sitting at the table, staring at her.
“Spike?” she asked again.
Still he did not answer. Whatever the purple dragon was thinking of required his full attention.
“SPIKE!” Twilight’s shout got his attention. He jump back, almost falling of his chair.
“What?” he said, trying to catch his breath after the scare he just had.
“Spike what’s wrong?” Twilight asked.
“What’s wrong with you scaring me like that?”
“Spike.” she said looking down at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I... I was thinking of you Twilight. I was thinking that one day... I will find that you are gone and...” he had started sobbing.
“Oh Spike.” She said as she made her way to him before embracing him again. “I will always come back, I will never leave you alone.”
“Promise?” His eyes were red and puffy.
“I promise.”
“Pinkie promise?”
“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Spike smiled just as an indistinct yell could be heard from outside, the front door slammed open, and in the door stood Pinkie Pie gasping for breath, her mane was less puffy than usual and she had a pink laced sleeping mask pulled over her face.
“Am... I... late?” she asked still trying to catch her breath.
“Pinkie?” Twilight said confused as she and Spike were staring at the pink mare.
“Shot,” Pinkie replied, “I never miss a pinkie promise. Guess I was more tired than I though.”
“Pinkie are you alright?” Twilight asked, worried about her friend.
“Oh I’m fine.” Pinky replied appearing to have completely recovered, her mane bounced back to her normal fluffy self and she was smiling.
“Gotta go, bye Twilight, bye Spike.”
“Bye...” Twilight said as Pinkie slammed the door shut, “...Pinkie.”
“Weird.” Spike said as he turned his head towards Twilight.
“Yah... Oh I almost forgot, the...” she yawned “...letter to the...” she yawned again “...the princess.”
Twilight head fell on her hooves, she had dozed of.
Spike got up from his chair, went upstairs and returned carrying a folded blue blanket. He hopped on his chair, then tossed the blanket onto the table before pulling himself up. After walking across the table towards Twilight, he unfolded the blanked and place it over his sleeping friend. After the blanket was on her back Spike could hear her say that she will write the letter tomorrow.
“Good night.” He said after kissing her on the cheek.
He picked up the bows that held Twilight’s supper and placed them in the sink. After filling them up with water from the tap, he went about the library turning off all the lights, and after making sure the front door was locked, he went upstairs and crawled into his basket.
”Sometimes it’s just not up to you,” Spike thought.
He tried to fall asleep, but the hours passed and still his thought were on her.
”I wish there was more I could do. I wish I wasn’t so helpless... so weak... so small... If only I was strong or bigger... or strong and bigger like a... His thoughts were of a creature that was both big and strong, a creature capable of leveling with ease an entire town, a creature so strong that even the Wonderbolts were useless against it. He thought about one of the largest and most dangerous creatures known to ponykind, he thought of a dragon.
“Spike, you are a genius... I will just... If I do that I would... No, that won’t work...”
”I don’t know how to... But she may know.”
“Spike you are a genius... " he said, before finally managing to fall asleep.
Bonus image by sophiecabra. (used without permission)
