//------------------------------// // Yeah, he's cool like that // Story: I love you, idiot! // by MrShortcake //------------------------------// "Dammit Scootaloo... why'd you have to go running off like that?" Spike muttered to himself as he made his way through the dark forest. It was a few hours from night fall, and the Everfree forest, wasn't exactly where he'd like to be. As he jumped over a fallen tree stump, Spike couldn't help but think about what had happened about an hour prior to his trip into the forest. I never knew Scoots felt that way about me... why, though? Scoots is pretty enough to get, like, any guy she wanted, and I heard that a few guys are into her. So why me? As Spike ventured deeper into the Everfree, he'd eventually lost where the scream had originated from. He was glad that it hadn't been too long; he didn't want to think of what could cause Scootaloo to scream like that. Just as he had forgotten, he was reminded by yet another shrill scream that echoed throughout the forest, "HELP!" The scream was dangerously close this time, and so he began to sprint t it's source. It would seem his fear had been well placed; across from him lay a scratched up, bruised, and sobbing Scootaloo being backed into a tree by a good five Timberwolves. "I saw her running to the Everfree, Twi, what if she get's hurt?" "You're not going to let her get hurt though, are you Spike?" "No. I'm not." He whispered to himself. Scootaloo has always been there for him when he's needed her, and it was his turn to return the favor. Unsheathing his sword, Spike jumped out of the bush, revealing himself to, and distracting the hungry wolves. They weren't going to hurt her anymore. "Scootaloo," He turned his head to acknowledge the broken girl who was still shaking in fear, "Run." Without waiting for her to react, Spike threw himself at the Alpha wolf, knowing that taking down the Alpha would discourage the others from attacking. As he and the wolf charged one another, Spike quickly drew his sword from the sheath, parrying a swing of the wolf's wooden paw, and smashing the hilt of his sword into it's cranium. It didn't hurt the wolf as much as he'd hoped, and he was quickly sliced by the wolf's razor sharp nails, leaving a gash on his chest. Instead of staggering, Spike quickly jumped back as the other wolves advanced, turning to Scootaloo as he did so, "I SAID RUN!" He shouted, charging at the wolves once more. As much as Scootaloo didn't want to leave, she couldn't stand there helplessly any longer, he was trying to save her, so she did her part and limped away, grimacing as blood poured from her left thigh. Spike had managed to catch the alpha off guard with his quick advance, and quickly jammed the blade of his sword through it's skull, pulling back and shattering the wolf with a kick to it's chest. As he went to roll away, another wolf managed to get a hit in, slicing his left arm, causing Spike to scream in pain. Unfortunately for the wolf, Spike was one of the very few dragon-born in the area, and so he was capable of breathing fire. Wood is quite flammable, in case you were wondering. Spike was operating on nothing but adrenaline, his muscles were tight, and strained. His breaths, short and rapid. Any sane person would give up and run, too bad for him running could lead to the wolves finding Scootaloo before she was safe. If he had to die here, then he would; he couldn't live if he was the reason his friend was killed. He was such a coward. Scootaloo limped out of the forest, broken both physically and emotionally. Her clothes were soaked in her own blood, which she had lost far too much of to be considered okay. The last things she saw were Applebloom running towards her, and the ground. Numb. He was completely numb. In front of him lay piles of burnt sticks, and a pool of his own blood. He chuckled emptily, and began limping back home. Heh. I did it. He didn't even remember getting to the barn in Sweet Apple Acres as everything went black. Beeping. All he could hear was this damn annoying beeping sound. Crap... what is that sound? He groaned as he blinked his eyes open. He was met with a blinding light, he quickly squeezed his eyes shut and groaned yet again. Did I fall asleep or something? Oh crap, am I dead? "He's waking up, everybody, be quiet!" That had to be Twilight's voice. "Where am I?" Spike asked, moving his arm to rub his eyes as he began to sit up... only to be met with a sharp pain from... everywhere. "You're in the hospital, darling. We had heard what had happened from Scootaloo, and I must say that was rather selfless of you to do Spikey. You could've died!" Typical Rarity, Spike chuckled at this. As he opened his eyes for real this time, he was greeted by all of his friends, including Scootaloo, who was covered in bandages and stood on crutches. "You saved my life Spike... why?" Scootaloo asked sadly, which confused the boy. "Do I... need a reason?" Spike asked weakly, locking eyes with Scootaloo. "Maybe." She answered weakly. "Well... you were in trouble... and you're kind of always there for me, so I couldn't leave you hanging." Spike grinned, he was glad she was alright. "Spike." She mouthed, tears flowing once more as she made her way to his bedside. Sensing that this was more of a private moment, Twilight led the others out of the room. "You're an idiot." She teased, resting her head on the good side of his chest, being sure not to cause him any more pain. "Yeah, I am... you know Scootaloo, I've been thinking," Spike paused as he felt her tense against him, "about us." He clarified, pausing to see if she would reply. "...And?" She asked, afraid of what his answer might be. Instead of answering Spike sat up, using his right arm, he lifted her chin so that he could look her in the eyes. "Spike?..." Scootaloo had felt herself being lost in his eyes, as the world came to a still. Spike smiled lightly as he leaned into her, finding her wide eyes to be nothing short of adorable, "I'm willing to give it a shot." With that he pressed his lips against her own, causing the girl to internally scream in surprise. Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He's kissing me! Scootaloo pressed into the kiss, moving her lips in sync with his own. After a minute or so, they parted and Scootaloo rested her head against his chest once more, only this time he wrapped an arm around her. "You know you're like my hero now, right?" She teased. "Yeah, totally." He chuckled, whilst grinning like an idiot. "So we're together now, right?" She asked, unable to contain her joy. "Yeah, totally." With his reply, they giggled in unison. Actually, Spike chuckled in an incredibly manly way. "So, what now?" Scootaloo asked, still smiling. "I have no idea."