//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: My Little Medic // by CommanderX5 //------------------------------// My Little Medic - Epilogue “Done,” Twilight said as she levitated away the large document and placed it onto the pile of finished paperwork, a pen floating at her side. Not wasting a moment, she levitated over another document and started to write. After finishing her own paperwork, Spitfire placed the document onto the pile and looked at her little helper, who was now atop a thin pole. She looked at the clock on the wall, and next back at Twilight as she couldn’t believe that the little mare had not moved an inch for the past two hours. Spitfire tilted her head closer to her friend, watching as the little unicorn in a Wonderbolt’s uniform kept her right foreleg straightened ahead and left foreleg curled against her neck, her hind legs straightened backwards, and a metal claw affixed to a pole held her by her belly. Twilight’s horn was lit as she worked on another document with the help of a levitated pen. I don’t know if she is just making it harder for herself by helping me with my paperwork, or if she’s just using this as a distraction, but she is a damn good assistant, Spitfire thought as she looked at the pile of papers. Never before have I finished my paperwork so fast. Spitfire kept looking at her friend with mixed feelings. Part of her was still angry at Twilight because of the huge misunderstanding that led her to giving Blueblood a massage and listening to his boring speeches. She wanted to watch Twilight struggle. Another part of her, however, was grateful to Twilight for opening her eyes. She had to admit that meeting Fancy Pants’ family was quite enjoyable, and her dislike towards unicorns, and maybe even nobility, was weakened considerably. She learned that some nobles also know the meanings of hard work and deserved a chance. She learned that Blueblood was great at acting, and that there is a good pony underneath his public appearance. Even now, she was grateful to Twilight for assisting her with boring paperwork. Usually after finishing, Spitfire would support her head with her forelegs and kick back in her chair, but this time she didn't feel like it. How could she relax in comfort when her friend was struggling on the table right next to her? Unsure what to do, and with more free time than usual, Spitfire spoke, “Twilight.” “Yes?” Twilight responded, but didn’t move her head from her steady position. “I was wondering, how about we both agree to void our bet?” “Uhh... I refuse.” “But why not? The bet was a draw after all,” Spitfire said as she rolled a small rounded platform so they could look each others in the eyes. “Sure, the party turned into a disaster because of Blueblood’s actions, though I was mostly responsible for the damage, so you lost, however...” She paused and raised her forehoof in a lecturing gesture, “It turned out that Blueblood was just acting like a jerk. After he dropped his performance, I didn’t have any problems with talking with him. So you won as well.” “That’s why I am going to act like a statue as we agreed in the bet. I will also help you with paperwork in the meantime,” Twilight said while keeping her head as immobile as possible. “And you will try to befriend him.” She smiled warmly and closed her eyes. “I’m sure you both will get along just fine.” Spitfire sighed, knowing full well that she wasn’t going to win this argument. “To be honest, Soarin’ is now trying to get along with Blueblood more than me.” With the help of her wings, she placed a rolled letter in front of Twilight. “I was planning to send Fancy Pants and White Path an invitation to a private show as a gift to thank them for inviting us to a party… that actually wasn’t boring.” “Awww… that’s so nice of you,” Twilight said. “What about Fleur?” “My team already talked with her. The moment Fleur de Lis gets some free time after her modeling session, Lighthoof is inviting her to our headquarters,” Spitfire said before adding in more amused tone. “Apparently, Lighthoof enjoyed competing against Fleur so much, that she wanted a round two in the ‘jumping from clouds’ game. She asked me to ask you if you can provide Fleur with a cloud walking spell.” “Will do.” “Oh, and Fleur de Lis asked me to give you a contract to sign. She said that since you were the model for a hat and toy line, it is only fair if you will get a ten percent royalty,” Spitfire said as she noticed a small movement from Twilight’s immobile body. “The amount of bits you will earn from this will be much higher than what I will pay you after six months of work, and you can always negotiate to earn more.” Twilight’s ears twitched as sweat started to form on her face. But she didn’t budge. “That’s… too kind of them… I am not sure I deserve so many bits.” “What? Why?” Twilight thought for a moment before answering. “While I find the idea that various pieces of merchandises in my shape and size are for sale in many shops to be embarrassing, I didn’t really put any effort into making those toys. I shouldn’t earn bits I don’t deserve.” “I personally would advise you to not refuse gifts, even if you don’t feel worthy of them. On a side note, a few of the rookies, especially Flutter Bolt, asked for a free day to spend some time with your parents. They volunteered for some sort of magical project that Twilight Velvet and Night Light are working on.” “Really?” “Yeah, and Soarin’ asked me out on a date tomorrow after the work. He even gave me a hoof-made Twilight plush, and you won’t guess in what costume.” “Commander Easyglider,” Twilight said. “Commander Easyglider.” Spitfire tilted her head to the side. “What, how did you know?” “The better question is, why are you telling me all of this?” Twilight asked. “Just trying to keep up a conversation, that’s all,” Spitfire responded. “I see…” Twilight said while considering her next words. “Speaking of my family. While helping you with the paperwork, I noticed a document with details about a group training session including guards and the Wonderbolts. What is it all about?” “It was your brother’s idea. He wants to pick up few guards from Canterlot that in his opinion are in terrible shape to participate in a training with my team. Something about improving the relationship between the guards and the Wonderbolts,” Spitfire said before frowning. “Oh, and he mentioned that Cadence is considering working as a psychiatrist. She hopes to help ponies with personal and love related problems.” Twilight wished she could spread her forelegs and cheer, but did her best to restrain her excitement. “That’s great. I suppose that after helping you and Soarin’ with your issues, she decided to see if she can help other ponies as well.” Spitfire looked to the side and rolled her eyes. “Yeah... helped. Hopefully this time it won’t involve accidentally getting everypony drunk.” “You’re still angry about that?” Spitfire was about to respond, when suddenly a knocking sound reached her ears. She quickly rolled the platform so Twilight could face the door, and next said, “Come in.” *** A pegasus entered the room, her uniform was blue with two holes for wings while a saddlebag was attached on her side. “Direct letters to the Captain of the Wonderbolts.” Spitfire nodded and gestured for the mailmare to come closer. As the pegasus did and took out few letters with her mouth, she placed them on the table. “Here you go. Are there any letters you would like to send, Captain Spitfire?” “As always,” Spitfire responded before standing from her chair. “Give me a second,” she said before opening a drawer. The mailmare waited patiently, when suddenly a statue of unicorn in a Wonderbolt uniform captured her attention. “I see you’ve redecorated.” She lowered her head and examined it. “But why are the wings missing?” Much to the pegasus’s surprise, the statue opened it’s eyes and said, “I'll devour your soul.” “Whaaa!” the pegasus yelped and lost her balance as she fell on her back. She pointed at the statue. “It’s… alive!” Spitfire approached the mailmare and helped her stand, and next they both examined the statue. She poked it carefully and shrugged. “Nope, no ghosts or possessed objects here.” “But… but…” Spitfire turned around and approached cabinet as she reassumed her searching. Twilight once again opened her eyes and waved her foreleg. “Welcome to Spitfire’s office. Would you like some tea, or maybe some water?” she asked before levitating over a cup of water towards the mailmare. “It is alive!” Spitfire turned around, noticing cup with water between mailmare’s hooves. “What is alive, cup, or the water inside it?” “That statue!” “Yeah… right…” Spitfire said sarcastically before turning around once again. The confused pegasus took few slow steps and examined the statue while poking it. “Careful!” Twilight responded before levitating the pegasus away and assaulting her with the help of the mailmare’s hat. “It’s not fun when somepony pokes you, is it?” Spitfire turned around and placed all letters on the table. “Here you go… is something wrong?” “Is something wrong? Is something wrong!? This statue is possesed, that’s what’s wrong!” Spitfire sighed. “I believe you’re overworking yourself.” The pegasus took a few slow breaths in attempt to calm her nerves, wondering if maybe the officer was right, when suddenly the letters levitated into her saddlebag, causing her to flinch. She pointed her forehoof accusingly at the statue and said, “Did you see that?” “See what?” Spitfire asked. “The letters floated into my saddlebag.” Spitfire lowered her head and shook it. “I threw the letters into your saddlebag just a moment ago. They aren’t possessed.” An eye twitched as the pegasus slowly turned towards the exit while looking at the statue. “It’s just my imagination, it’s just my imagination…” “Goodbye, and visit us again!” Twilight shouted as she waved her forehoof. The mailmare bit her lips but refused to say a word as she slowly walked outside and closed the door behind her. *** After few seconds of waiting, both Spitfire and Twilight bursted into laughter. “Did you see the look on her face,” Spitfire asked as she held her belly with a forehoof. ”That will never get old.” Twilight smirked. “The look on her face will be nothing compared to yours in several seconds.” Spitfire reasserted herself and took few calming breath. “What do you mean?” “Just watch,” Twilight said as her horn lit, and several small weights attached to a thin thread levitated over, tying itself to legs of the little mare. Twilight’s legs trembled a little, but she quickly stabilized herself. “What are those?” Spitfire asked as she took a closer look. “I need to exercise to stay in shape, so I thought that attaching some weights while I hold still would do,” Twilight responded. “I brought those in advance and placed them in the corner of the room so I could attach them once I am done helping you with paper work.” Spitfire’s mouth opened agape. “You… you can’t be serious.” She slammed her forehoof against the table, causing Twilight to tremble. “Are you telling me that you not only want to help me with paperwork, but also hold still for hours while struggling against those weights?” “Pretty much. And there is more.” Spitfire massaged her forehead. “Of course there is more. You are Twilight Sparkle after all, miniature student of the princess, magnet for trouble, and expert in turning the world upside down for everypony who has the pleasure of being your friend.” An insane smile grew across Spitfire’s lips as she added, “Humour me.” Twilight closed her eyes and bit her lips, focusing more and more magic before her own body started to flash brightly. Spitfire covered her eyes with a foreleg, waiting for the light to weaken. After several seconds, Spitfire slowly lowered her foreleg as her sharp eyes picked up two lavender wings on Twilight’s sides. The little unicorn breathed heavily while her legs trembled because of the additional weight that was attached to them. Few drops of sweat fell down Twilight’s forehead. “So… what do you… think?” she asked between her breaths. “Are those… real?” Twilight wished she could nod her head, but kept it immobile. “Well… they are artificial. I am sure you remember how I once mentioned that I was working on wings that would let ponies fly just like pegasi?” “Now that you mention it.” Spitfire rubbed her chin. “I think you did… but it was a long time ago. I assumed you were joking.” “Joking about magic, who do you think I am?” Twilight responded with a hint of anger. “By the way, thanks for letting me scan your wings when I was giving you a massage. I will need to thank the others as well. The data I gathered from each of you really helped with this project.” “You’re… welcome…” A blush appeared on Twilight’s cheeks as she continued, “Also… considering that you and Soarin’ are dating now…” The little mare raised her legs slightly as she fought against the attached weights, wishing she wasn’t stuck in such awkward position while her words caught in her throat. “Soarin’ asked me to preen his wings yesterday so he would look presentable. Please, don’t be mad.” Spitfire chuckled. “Of course I am not mad at you. You were just helping Soarin’ prepare for an upcoming date.” In attempt to change the topic, Spitfire pointed at the miniature wings and asked, “Do those wings even work? Twilight’s foreleg lowered itself a little, but straightened out a moment later as Twilight kept struggling against the distracting weights. More drops of sweat fell down her head. “Sadly, it will take a long time before I will be able to fly with those, but it is a good start.... now… how do I spread them?” After moment to analyze today’s events, Spitfire rubbed her eyes, and next slapped herself in the face. After making sure that it was not a dream, and that the little mare in front of her really grew a pair of wings that were nothing like butterfly ones, she asked, “So… you are going to work for me for a few months?” “Yes, I will. Isn’t that great?” Spitfire took a very deep breath and laughed. “Yeah… great.” Suddenly, noise of opening door reached Spitfire’s ear as her attention focused on a mailmare. “I apologize for interrupting, but I forgot… did the unicorn statue suddenly grew a pair of wings?” Spitfire stared back at the pegasus for a moment before answering slowly, “No…” The mailmare lowered her head and said in a depressed tone. “I really need a vacation.” Spitfire nodded. “Me too.”