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// Oh No You Didn't 
// Story: TD's Little Rarity 1.5: This Time It's Personal 
// by BronyWriter 
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Friggin' captured by the government. Well, short of attempted murder, that's pretty much the only thing that hasn't happened to me yet since I was taken to Equestria. 

It's been about a month since I found filly Rarity in a box in my room. I disliked the idea of having a pony from a cartoon world I had spent four months in in my room, but I took care of her to the best of my ability. I mean, what was I going to do? Just give her over to the government?

Well, about that...

In a wild story that involves a dumb roommate, a car chase, and a police blockade, Rarity and I found ourselves in the hands of the government. I was currently sitting against the wall in an interrogation room in a police station, waiting for two agents from the FBI to tell me what was going to happen to me next. They figured out that I had been to Equestria, and as such they were taking me who knew where with Rarity. I hadn't seen Rarity since my arrest, but I can't imagine that she was happy with her arrangement. When we had been arrested she looked so... scared; like she had to learn how different this world was from the one she had grown up in. 

I partially blamed myself for that. I didn't handle my roommate finding out in the most rational manner. 

Well, the door finally opens up. It's the two agents, Agent Tanner and Agent Johnson, again. "What now?" I growl.

"It's time to move you two. We'll be taking you in a secure car to your temporary quarters." He begins idly spinning a pair of handcuffs. "I trust we don't need these?" I shake my head and stand up, allowing the two of them to escort me out of the room. It is a short journey though the police station to a large SWAT type van in the back of the station and they open the doors and I step inside. To my relief Rarity is back there as well and she is unsecured in any way. She squeals in delight and relief when she sees me.

"Father!" she runs up to me and wraps my legs in a hug. "They didn't hurt you!"

"I'm fine," I say reassuringly. "Did they hurt you at all?"

Rarity shakes her head. "Oh no, not for a moment, even though I was worried that they would," she reassures me. "One of the officers at our arrest, Frank I believe his name was, was very insistent at that. He protected me from anything bad and had them stop asking me questions when I got too upset."

I can't help but manage a small smile at this as I sit down in the back of the van. It's good to know that somebody cares about more than just science. Rarity jumps up on the bench next to me and moves in closer to me allowing me to put an arm over her shoulders. "Where are they taking us, Father?" she asks.

"I don't know." I take a deep breath. "From what they've told me they're taking us to a place where we'll live and they'll learn all about us. They won't hurt us, I promise you." I'll kill anybody who tries.

"And what about your family? Will they let you out to see your parents or Aunt Kristen again?"

My silence doubtlessly tells her all she needs to know, but I try to respond anyway. "Uh, I'm sure that someday I'll get to see them again. Just not right now is all. They want to keep us a secret. It'll be easier and safer for us that way."

"Oh. Okay," says Rarity.

The ride to our new destination is thankfully pretty smooth which allows Rarity to get some much needed sleep. I hear her light snores after only ten or so minutes into the ride. Poor kid deserves it after everything that happened today. Not four hours ago she was relatively safe in my room. Now she's in the back of a van being taken who knows where so who knows what can happen to her. Of course, I'm kind of in the same boat--er, van--as she is.

Seeing the sleeping filly in my arm reminds me that I'm pretty friggin' tired too. I look around the van for anything resembling a blanket but find nothing so I just do my best to tilt my head back and get some sleep.


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Some time later, we were woken up in the best possible way: the sound of an explosion. Something had collided with the van we were in, and it rocked the whole thing. Rarity squealed in fear, and I held on to her so that she didn't slam into a wall or anything. 

"Father, what's happening?!" she cried. 

"I don't know! Keep your head down."

Er... I don't know how exactly that would help given that we were in a SWAT van, but if something made it through those walls, it didn't hurt to be careful, I suppose. 

Well, to make matters worse, the two of us heard what sounded like gunfire outside of the car. It sounded like we had gotten ourselves caught in an ambush. I tried to figure out of they were here for Rarity or not, but I wasn't sure how they would even know she was here. Then it hit me: there was a news chopper there when we were arrested. It had flown off quickly, but it was still in the sky when Rarity was taken out of the car. 

Oh dear. 

I looked around the car to see if there was something, anything that could hide Rarity. Maybe if I could hide her I could pretend to be some random prisoner who was being mistaken for somebody who had been with Rarity. My eyes landed on a pile of bullet proof vests. Bingo. 

I put Rarity down and moved her over to the vests. "Stay behind here, okay? Don't make a sound." 

Rarity whimpered and nodded as I covered her with the vests. It had to work. It had to work or else I didn't know what the heck I was going to do. 

I froze as the sound of gunfire outside ceased. Maybe the FBI had won, and I we were going to be okay. I'd rather be in their hands than the hands of some shady people who were going to do who knew what. 

I heard chattering outside of the car door, and I sat down on the bench and tried to look stoic. Despite my brave face, my hands were shaking. I tried to take a few breaths to calm myself down just as the back door opened, revealing two men in suits and ski-masks with semi-automatic weapons. Definitely not FBI. 

"Well, well, what do we have here?" said the one on the right with an evil smile. 

"Just hit the jackpot, I think," cackled the other. 

I rolled my eyes and leaned back. "I'm not sure exactly what you guys were expecting, but it isn't here."

"We were told by the boss that the FBI was transporting some magical animal on this convoy," said the one on the right. He hopped into the van and sat down opposite me, tapping the side of his weapon. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

I snorted and crossed my arms. "Do you have any idea how dumb you sound right now? You seriously expect there to be some magical animal around here?"

The man in front of me nodded. "Yep. I really do." 

"The boss isn't the kind of man who gets things wrong," said the other.

I shrugged. "Well, be that as it may, I'm the only one back here." 

It took all of my willpower to not glance at the pile of vests. They'd know for sure that she was here if they did. The guy in front of my glanced over at his partner and jerked his head before pointing his gun at me. His fellow nodded and got into the van. "You wouldn't mind if we take a look around then, would you? If she's not here, then you have nothing to fear."

"Except for you guys shooting me," I deadpanned. 

"The boss is a businessman, and blood is a big expense," said the other man as he looked under the benches. "This is already going to bring some heat."

"If they could definitively trace it back to him, of course," the other one said. "However, you'll be fine if you don't get in our way. The boss doesn't like killing civilians, after all." 

It was at that moment when the guy searching the van lifted up a few of the bulletproof vests. Rarity squealed in terror and tried to run out of the car, but she was quickly grabbed by the guy who pointed his gun at her head. "Hey now, stay still there, little lady. You wouldn't want to be hurt."

I stood up, my fists at the ready, but I was stopped when the other guy prodded me in the chest with his gun. "I can reduce your insides to a fine red mist if you try to act up," he snarled. "You wouldn't want her hurt either."

"Father, please help me!" Rarity sobbed. 

"It's going to be okay, Rarity," I said through clenched teeth. I glared at the two of them. "Don't you friggin' hurt her." I would have added something about collecting their heads, but it wouldn't help Rarity if I got killed. 

The one holding Rarity snorted. "That's up to you, buddy. If you let us take her quietly, she's not going to get a scratch on her."

"You really think we'd mistreat her?" The one pointing his gun at me snorted. "That would be counter-productive."

The two of them began backing out of the car, still pointing their guns at me and Rarity. "Just stay calm, Rarity. It's going to be okay."

I took a few steps forward, my eyes locked on Rarity. They seemed to realize that I was only doing it to comfort Rarity, so they didn't shoot me. They began backing away towards another armored van, and I had the good sense to check the license plate number. 

T390904

My sight flickered back to the man pointing the gun at me. With one more smug smile, he shut both of the doors to the van, trapping me inside. 

As I heard the van drive away, something inside of me... I dunno, snapped, I guess. I suppose you could call it an epiphany, but I knew what had to happen next. I knew where I was going to go from here. Sometimes the amount of crap that life shovels onto you is just too much. Sometimes people cross a line in ways they can't ever imagine. Kidnapping the filly that I had tried to protect, who saw me as her only pillar of strength through her time of confusion in a world that scared her crossed that line. 

I didn't care how I would do it, I didn't care how long it took. I was going to get Rarity back.