"I am so sorry, my little Scootie... Y-your father... was a great stallion... I miss him so much... I wish he could have seen you grow up, he would be so proud right now."
"Proud of what? I-I'm just a worthless, blank-flank, flightless filly. He should be proud of himself...he's a big, strong stallion...am I...even related to him?"
"Don't you say that, Scootaloo. Of course you are. When you grow up, i'm sure you'll be as strong as him."
"Mom...thank you for believing...but...i-i'm not like daddy..." Scootaloo said, before running off of the couch and upstairs.
"No, Scootie! Come back! Please!"
Before Melody said anything else, the sounds of a door slamming were loud enough to shake the house, and she collapsed onto the couch, drenching the couch cushion in infinite tears.
Upstairs, Scootaloo followed suit. She jumped onto her bed, and hugged her pillow as she sobbed into it.
"I-I just...w-want to meet...my d-daddy..."
"Scootaloooo."
"Wha..? Wh-who's there?"
"Scooooootieeeeee."
"Hey...wh-whoever's saying that....only my mom calls me Scootie..."
"I'm over here."
"Where?"
"Behind you."
. . .
"I don't see you. Who are you?"
. . .
"Hello?"
"I'm right here, Scootaloo... I haven't gone anywhere."
"Who is talking? Please tell me!"
"Look up."
Scootaloo then looked directly above her.
"D-daddy?!"
"I'm right here...Scootie..."
"But...wha...h-how?!"
Before she could finish, the white stallion standing above her sat down behind her, Scootaloo still in between his large hooves.
"Listen, I need to show you something."
"W-what is it?"
"Get on my back, let's go for a little ride."
Scootaloo then hopped on the stallion's armor-shielded back, his wings opening to their full length, and before she knew it...
"W-we're...flying?"
"Yes, Scootie... This is what it is like to fly."
The little orange filly then sat up, and opened her tiny wings, the cool breeze ruffling her feathers as her and the stallion flew on. Suddenly, a light started to get brighter and brighter as they flew up, and Scootaloo had to close her eyes to avoid being blinded. When she opened them, she couldn't believe what she saw. They were over the clouds, and the sky above them was beyond magnificent. Hundreds of thousands of stars, some in colors other than white, dotted the sky, a shooting star zipping by far above the earth.
"Daddy...this is...amazing."
"It is, isn't it?"
The two then landed on a cloud, Scootaloo hopping off of the stallion's back, and sat down next to him and smiled as they looked up at the stars, together. Then, she felt a new sudden feeling. A warm, soft, yet strong wing, wrap around her and slide her against the stallion's side, wrapping around her like a white, feathery blanket.
"I love you, Scootaloo."
"I-I love you too, daddy. W-when are you coming home?"
. . .
"Daddy?"
. . .
"Daddy!"
"Scootaloo! WAKE UP!"
"Daddy! No! Come home!!"
"SCOOTALOO WAKE UP!"
The orange filly then hugged her sheets, and screamed loudly at the sight of two other fillies, one unicorn, one earth pony, half-climbed onto her bed.
"AAAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
They all soon stopped, and panted.
"What do you two want?" Scootaloo grumbled, then hugged her teddy bear and turned over facing away.
"It's Monday, Scoots. It's father appreciation day." Sweetie Belle said.
"Good for you."
"Aren't ya comin' to school?" Apple Bloom asked.
"Nope. Don't need to. Why did they make our last day on a Monday anyways?! Why couldn't it be on Friday?"
"I don't know, but today is just a relaxation day."
"Well, good for you. I'm not going."
"But...why not?" Sweetie Belle asked.
. . .
"Scootaloo?"
"What?"
"Why don't you wanna go?"
"I'm sick."
"You are not, stop being a stick in the mud."
Scootaloo then coughed, faking it of course.
"S-see?"
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle rolled their eyes. "Whatever, guess we won't be all spending the last day of school together." They said, trotting away.
Scootaloo sat there for a moment. "Wait!"
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had already walked out, but peeked back into her room, and Scootaloo had hopped out of bed.
"I'll tell you later, but...Let's go have fun...together." Scootaloo smiled.
"Yay! Cutie Mark Crusaders forever!" They all cheered, and high-hoofed each other, then darted off to school.
"Now, who would like to go next?"
Only a few of the foals in the class raised their hooves.
"Hmm... Apple Bloom!" Cheerilee said.
"Miss Cheerilee...um...I never...met my parents." Apple Bloom said, sounding very sorrow.
"Oh...i'm...very sorry to hear about that. What about you Scootaloo?"
Scootaloo then looked up, her little heart racing once again, then she looked around at everypony else, who was eying her closely. She was on the brink of panicking, but instead, she took a deep breath.
"My father...I never met him...but...He was a royal guard who was deployed before I came into existence, and has been gone ever since. I never knew him, and I probably never will. So...if you would please...move on..." Scootaloo said, sounding very proud at first, but lowering her head to her desk and shedding a few tears.
Cheerilee looked around, feeling terrible for the filly. "Your dad sounded like an amazing stallion, Scootaloo. I bet if he's watching over us right now, he's smiling."
"M-maybe...but please...let somepony else have their turn."
Cheerilee sighed, then chose a colt who's father had yet to have a turn.
Scootaloo continued to look down at her desk, a drop of tears splashing onto it, rolling down onto the floor moments later.
"I love you daddy..." She quietly said to herself.
"I love you too, Scootie."
Scootaloo gasped, and looked up. A large, white, pegasus guard stallion stood at the door, smiling at Scootaloo. The whole class gasped, as the stallion removed his helmet to reveal a darker-shaded red mane, then he removed two of his hoof guards.
"DAD!" She yelled, as Scootaloo got up from her desk crying, running up to the stallion and hugging him with all her might.
"I can't believe it...You've grown so much, my little Scootie." Her father said, his voice breaking up. The stallion, like mentioned in her mother's story, went from a tough tone, to a mushy, happy, warm mood.
The whole class then clapped, Cheerilee starting to cry as she smiled, watching the two embrace. Some of the students also cried for joy as they watched them hug each other for the first time.
"My daddy is home..."