//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 - Reunion (Unedited) // Story: A Deal with the Pale Pony // by DragonsHeart //------------------------------// Rainbow Dash sat in front of a large desk, belonging to Doctor Highlander. While the stallion works though some paper work. There is his name plate saying ‘Doctor Ankou Highlander’, also there is his tam o' shanter, a pipe and an hourglass as well. She watches as the sand runs through it. “Like watching hourglasses?” asks Doctor Highlander, in his usual Shetlandish accent. “I brought that from Twilight at the Trash and Grab a bit before your accident.” Rainbow Dash just nods not really paying attention. “Well, the paper work done,” he says, stacking the paper together, “I see you also agreed to have one of the staff watch over.” “Yeah, well better be safe than sorry,” she says, giving a weak smile. “Well, we have a member of our staff you has agreed to look after you during her leave,” he explains, “And don’t worry she’s a pegasus as well.” “That nice of her,” Rainbow Dash says, surprised, “Who is she.” “Well she’s…” his sentence is interrupted by somepony knocking on the door. “Ah that must be her. Come in!” The door opens and a tall female pegasus walks in. “Hi I’m Rainbow Dash and you are?” She giggles, “Don’t you recognise me, Miss Dash. It is me, Mors.” She is right, she didn’t recognise Mors. Her usual messy and wavy hair is combed back away from her face, showing her ice blue eyes. Rainbow Dash can now see that her face is actually rather well shaped and pretty. She is also wearing mascara, giving her eyes a dark edge and a very cute black summer dress. “Is everything alright, Miss Dash,” asks Doctor Highlander. “What? Oh, yes fine. What happened to your usual look?” asks Rainbow Dash confused, pulling her eyes away from Mors. “My usual look?” replies Mors, tilting her head. “I mean your hair it’s usually all over your face and… and stuff…” Rainbow Dash rambles, making a fool of herself. Luckily Doctor Highlander saves her from herself by saying, “She means why you always looked like you just got out of bed.” “Oh,” says Mors smiling, “I’m never very good in the morning and I’m always usual half asleep.” “Yeah, it’s amazing,” says Doctor Highlander, shaking his head, “At 11 a’clock she looks half dead and at 1 she’s like this.” “I see,” Rainbow Dash says, confused slightly. “So what about flying? Can I fly again?” changing the subject. “Sort of,” he says, waving his hoof in a vague gesture, “You’re allowed to fly around, BUT no speed or stunt flying yet! We don’t want you to over exert yourself.” Rainbow Dash groans, “Argh, for how long?” “We want you to come back in a week’s time and have a check-up, and if everything checks out you can start flying normally again.” Rainbow Dash sighs, at least it is only for a week. She hops off the seats and stands by the desk. “So are we done?” she asks eager to go. “Not quite. Here,” he says, handing her a few pieces of paper, “The list of medicines you have to take, and I also gave you the prescriptions for them. Also on the list are the times and dates when you have to take each one. I can run them through you if you want?” Rainbow Dash’s eyes widen as she looks through the long list of medicines. “Do I really need to take all of this? I mean what are they all for?” “They are mostly for your heart,” he explains calmly, crossing his front hooves, “You must not forget to take them. It may cause problems if you suddenly stopped taking them.” “So I will have to keep taking all of these for the rest of my life?” she asks, shocked. “I wouldn’t think so,” he says, uncross his hooves and getting off his chair, “With how fast modern medicine is advancing I wouldn’t be surprised if that medicine list is cut in half in the next few years.” “If am alive for that long,” she says glumly. “Don’t worry, Miss Dash,” says Mors cheerfully, who has been silent so far, “I will make sure you get all of your medicine on time.” Rainbow Dash learns over to whisper in Highlander’s ear, “Does she know about the whole dying thing?” “Yeah of course,” he says, not whispering, “She needed to know if she is going to watch over you.” Rainbow Dash looks at Mors who gives her a board smile. Rainbow Dash sighs, “Well if that’s all can I go?” “Of course, Miss Dash, “says Doctor Highlander, opening the door for her, “And if you run out of medicine, just come and see me and we will sort you out. See you next week.” “Thanks, see ya,” Rainbow Dash says, walking through the door and down the hallway, followed by a skipping Mors. Rainbow Dash walks out of the hospital’s doors followed by the still skipping Mors. A cool breeze blows past, causing the shirt she wears to hide her still slightly shaven chest to stick to her. She takes in a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. The warm sun starts warming her up. It is all a wonderful feeling. Too bad Mors broke it by bumping into her. “Sorry, I didn’t see you stop,” she says, smiling and rubbing her nose. Rainbow Dash sighs, she seems to be doing it a lot these days. “You seems act a lot like Pinkie Pie,” she states to the nurse. “Who is Pinkie Pie?” she asks confused. Rainbow Dash is about to answer when she is tackled by a pink missile. “Rainbow Dash you finally got out,” says Pinkie Pie, in a way that sounded like Rainbow Dash had just got released from jail. “Pinkie get off her!” yells a voice from behind Pinkie, “She might still be healing.” Pinkie hops off and reveals the rest of Rainbow Dash’s friends. “We came to meet you,” says Twilight smiling. Her expression suddenly turns slightly sours when she sees Mors. “What is she doing here?” she says in a slightly rude voice. Everyone else’s expression turns weird upon seeing Mors as well… except Pinkie who breaks into a huge smile. “Wow, you’re the pony who said that Rainbow Dash is going to be alright and she was… are you psychic?” Pinkie says, hoping around Mors. “I don’t know?” says Mors, with a puzzled expression. “What’s going on? What is she talking about?” asks Rainbow Dash, confused again. “This nurse was the last one to tend to you before you woke up from your operation,” says Twilight bitterly, “She acted in a totally inappropriate manner. She even sang ‘Always look on the Bright Side of Life’ while you were still unconscious!” ‘So that was the song, I wondered what it was,’ thinks Rainbow Dash, ‘So Mors was the nurse, huh. Figures, their voices were similar now that I remember.’ “Who are you by the way?” asks Rarity in a polite tone. “Girls,” Rainbow Dash says, stepping between her friends and Mors, “This is Mors, my morning nurse, remember?” Her friend all gave her blank looks. “No way, you’re pulling my leg,” says Applejack, laughing it off, “No way she is that dopey mare that looks like she just crawled out of bed.” “No I am telling you she is,” says Rainbow Dash embarrassed. “Is this better?” says a sleepy voice behind Rainbow Dash. They all look behind Rainbow Dash (including aforementioned pony) and see that Mors has transformed back to her morning form. Her hair hanging all over her face, her head also hanging low. Rainbow Dash’s friends all have looks of confusion, shock or both on their faces. It amazing how ones hair and posture can make a pony look so total different. Somepony starts laughing. It is Mors. Her shoulders are shaking and with one hoof parts her hair away from her face. “The looks on your faces are hilarious,” she say, nearly unable to speak because of laughter. Rainbow Dash finds herself blushing slightly. It is a very nice laugh. It is carefree, joyful and childish. It a laugh that can only be achieve if the pony is happy and unburden in this world. “You have a nice laugh,” says Pinkie, standing in front of Mors. “Thanks…” Mors says, wiping a tear from her eye, “You’re Pinkie, right?” “Yep, yep,” says Pinkie happily. “Rainbow Dash says I’m like you,” states Mors. “Really?” Pinkie says surprised. She starts to examine Mors closely. “She is not like me silly,” she says, turning to Rainbow Dash. “Yeah, silly,” agrees Mors. Rainbow Dash gives an exasperated sigh and turns to her friends who give her a sympathetic look. “Look, it great seeing you all but I kinda wanna get home and rest… and also check on Tank,” she says, yawning. “It’s ok, I understand,” says Twilight smiling. “And don’t worry I have been looking after Tank for you,” adds Fluttershy. “Also later you have to come over later to talk about your ‘I’m All Better’ party,” says Pinkie quickly, “It will be awesome.” “Yeah sure, Pinkie,” replies Rainbow Dash. “Also come over to my boutique later and I will make you some more shirts,” offers Rarity, who made the shirt that Rainbow Dash is wearing. “Thanks, Rares,” Rainbow Dash says, adjusting her shirt, “Well, see ya.” And with that she flies off, followed by Mors. Rainbow glides through the air. The wind whipping past her hair. It is an awesome feeling. She starts speeding up… until somepony grabs her tail. “OUCH!!” she yelps, she turns around and sees that Mors has grabbed her tail with her mouth, “What was that for?!” “You’re not allow to overexert yourself, remember,” Mors says. Well at least that what Rainbow Dash thinks she said, it’s kind of hard tell when she has somepony’s tail in her mouth. “Alright, I get it. Just let go,” Rainbow Dash says, angrily. Mors does and smiling flies beside Rainbow Dash. “I’m sorry how my friends acted before,” Rainbow Dash says, facing the white mare. “Oh don’t worry about it,” Mors says smiling, “It is true, I’m not a very good nurse.” “Well you took good care of me,” replies Rainbow Dash. “Oh, I’m alright at the nursing part, just at the acting like a nurse,” Mors says giggling, “I’m always too tired or too cheerful, so I annoy a lot of ponies.” “Well you never annoyed me,” replies Rainbow Dash, “I always thought you were kinda fun.” “Thanks Miss Dash,” Mors says, with a big grin, “That means a lot coming from you.” “Really?” says Rainbow Dash confused. ‘I wonder why?’ she thinks. “So are you sure you don’t mind me staying at your house?” asks Mors, giving her questioning look. “Yeah I don’t mind. It would be kinda like having a roommate… you can you cook though?” Rainbow Dash jokes. “Yep,” Mors says, not getting the joke, “I was taught by a very good teacher.” “Really?” says Rainbow Dash, surprised by this. “Oh there’s my house,” she says, pointing to it. Soon they reach her house. Landing on the porch Rainbow Dash walks through the front door and finds Tank waiting for her and on his back is her alarm clock also waiting for her. “Did you guys miss me,” she says, nuzzling Tank and… patting the alarm clock. The alarm clock rings happily and dashes off back up stair to her room. She shakes her head, she doesn’t know what to think about that alarm clock sometimes. Tank then seems to walk off back to the living room. “Nice house,” says Mors, walking in and looking about. “Thanks,” says Rainbow Dash, “The spare room is at the end of the upstairs hallway.” “Ok,” says Mors putting down her bag. “Well call me if something happens, I’m gonna take a nap,” Rainbow Dash says, yawning and heading for the stairs. “Wait! We need to talk!” Mors says franticly. “Can it wait until later,” replies Rainbow Dash, still heading for the stairs. “It’s really important!” Mors warns. “Argh, what is…” Rainbow Dash pauses as it seems Mors is undressing. She is undoing the buttons on her summer dress. Rainbow Dash blushes. Even though ponies are always usually naked the act of taking off ones clothe in front of some other pony is still embarrassing… and sometimes erotic. The dress slips over her head, revealing a perfectly formed body. She cast away the dress and starts to take slow deliberate steps toward Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash feels frozen as this beautiful mare walks toward her. Rainbow Dash’s eyes look over the mare, her body is flawless. Tall and well-shaped, every curve is in the right place, her legs are long and thin but not too thin, she could almost be a painting. She then sees Mors’s cutie mark… for the first time. It is an hourglass with two scythes crossed behind it. It is Death’s mark. She looks up at Mors face. She now has a creepy smile on her face and her eyes also seems to be glowing a bright blue. “Come on Rainbow Dash, we need to talk,” Mors says in a weird echoing voice. Rainbow Dash turns to run up the stairs only to find Death’s Scythe blade blocking the way. She turns back to find Mors holding the handle of the scythe. On her shoulder is the black raven. Using the scythe she draws Rainbow Dash closer, until they are face to face. “Now Miss Dash, we need to talk about the favour.”