Spike, Spike The Dragon
The door shut with a loud slam as the mare helped Spike drag the boy into her working space and onto her fainting chair. Zuko groaned in agony as he was dragged on the ground all the way to the couch.
The two worked together to toss him on the couch and with a thud the human landed on the couch before remaining absolutely still.
Rarity turned on Spike with a look of both fear and concern in her eyes. “Spike!” she whispered as she began quickly moving towards the stairs and up to her room. “What happened! Why did you bring- drag this, this- whatever he is in here?” Rarity said her voice almost reaching a shout, from above.
Spike said nothing as he kept his claws over Zuko’s injured leg. Till he heard the clattering of materials falling on the floor just above his head. “You were the only one closest to us! I had no choice!” he stated. “Rarity can we hurry it up please! I don’t think you want to get his blood on your carpet!”
A scream from upstairs followed by the sound of hooves clicking against the floor was all Spike heard before the posh mare came running into the room with gauze and antiseptic suspended in her magic.
Rarity had a stern look on her face as she walked in before sitting next to Spike and the unconscious being that now bled all over her rug. “Hold this” she said levitating the gauze towards him. Spike shook his head. “I’ve got my claws kinda full here Rari.”
Rarity looked over to Spike’s claws and now saw how the dragon was applying pressure around the slash marks to minimize the amount of bleeding. The mare couldn’t help but feel a tug on her heart at the baby drake’s bravity.
With her stern expression diminishing and her previous surprise, anger and annoyance by the appearance of this boy slowly fading Rarity opened the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, before turning her attention towards one of the draws across the room.
Opening it with her magic three large puff cotton balls floated towards her as she instructed Spike to move back and then get something from her room to give their new friend something to bite down on.
“This is going to hurt him, a lot. And I’d rather not have ponies coming to my boutique and asking me why screaming is coming from my room” she said before pouring some of the antiseptic on the puff balls and taking one in her hand.
Spike nodded, dropping Zuko’s swords in a corner of the large room, then removing his backpack before he rushed up the stairs looking for the small plank Rarity used to help her get clean cuts in her pieces.
As Spike began his search thoughts raced through his mind. Who was that? How come he could shoot flames out of his hands like he was using magic?! And what happened to him for him to get that scar?
Spike stopped, his eye catching the object Rarity had described laying on the table right in front of him. The drake had been so absorbed in his thoughts and concerns that he hadn’t even noticed.
A yell pierced through the boutique. Spike flinched, panicked then grabbed the object before he rushed downstairs, with insane speeds immediately beside the mare.
Rarity, the mare who was usually always fixated on maintaining a clean stature, now didn’t seem to care that her fingers were gaining a small dab of red on them. The mare’s attention was focused on the wound as she applied the product once more to the surface of the mark, running it across the wound which only made Zuko grunt in pain.
“Spike!” Rarity said dragging the concerned dragon out of his stupor. It took a second for Spike to retain his senses when he saw the look of pain on Zuko’s face. He nodded, and immediately opened Zuko’s mouth with a claw.
Shoving the flat small plank in Zuko’s mouth. The drake closed it shut on the object, nodding to Rarity as she prepared to apply the soaked cotton on Zuko once more.
“Spike you can get down. I’ll make sure he keeps biting down on it till I’m done cleaning his wound.”
Spike shook his head. “I can’t do that Rarity. I’ll keep my eye on him and make sure he continues biting down. When you’re done I’ll back up” Spike instructed.
Rarity looked at Spike in surprise. The dragon rarely argued that much unless it was serious, but given the fact that he had dragged this person back to the confines of her wonderful abode it was probably not that much of a surprise that he was taking this so seriously.
Rarity nodded. “Alright Spike.”
The two continued to work in silence. Spike doing his best to make sure the alien didn’t spit the plank out of his mouth and Rarity using her hands to keep him from squirming as he applied the medicine. It took fifteen minutes for the two to be able to finally get the bleeding to stop. And by then the human was already tired out.
Rarity wrapped the gauze around Zuko’s leg, before sighing at the stains on her rug and hands. Spike sighed as well, just glad the ordeal was over and this person that had saved him was alright now.
“Spike” Rarity said making the dragon lift his head up. “Where did you meet this strange fellow?” she asked, with a small smile as she gathered all the remnants of their work and threw it all in the trash.
“Meet?” Spike asked the mare who now sat beside him as the two stared at the sleeping being. “Oh uh, right I didn’t meet him per say more like he ran into me and then saved my life” Spike stated.
“Oh” Rarity said somewhat surprised. “Well I’m glad you’re alright then” she said with a smile.
Spike simply nodded turning his attention back to the boy in front of them. Rarity did the same.
For a long while the two said nothing to each other, till eventually Rarity rose from her seat on the ground, carrying the ruined rug with her in her magic. “I’ll be back okay Spikey?” she said. The dragon nodded, as Rarity turned around. Oblivious to the small smile she gave the concerned dragon who watched the boy dutifully like a loyal friend.
“That’s my Spike” she whispered to herself before heading up the stairs to take a bath and maybe do something about her now new red colored rug.
Spike turned his head to see Rarity’s hooves disappear along with the tip of her styled tail as she climbed the stairs to her room. Once gone Spike turned his attention back to the boy in front of him.
Spike’s brow now narrowed at the boy as he looked at some of the other scratches the boy had received most likely from his other fights. They had done their best to bandage up the being almost using up all the gauze in the process, but thankfully now the bleeding had stopped greatly. With any luck he would be able to rest easy now, at least till he was able to go and get Twilight here after the being awoke so they could get him to the hospital then.
A thought popped into Spike’s mind as he got up to his feet and moved over to examine the scar on Zuko’s upper left face.
He frowned. The scar may be old, but this being must have received it probably at an earlier age, that must have been a nightmare. He could only imagine the pain, the agony and whatever else he had endured to receive such a scar in the first place. It made the dragon feel bad for this being greatly.
I wonder what he did, to get this. Is he some kind of criminal or something? Spike thought sitting back down and staring at the boy.
Seconds passed in silence as Spike simply listened to Zuko’s steady breathing. That was a good sign, he’d calmed down quite a bit now.
As Spike watched Zuko rest he began to recall how that timberwolf had attacked him. How this guy had basically fought to grab the beast’s attention and then fight him off pretty well before he intervened.
Spike frowned once more. He had just recalled Applejack’s near death experience by the hands of a timberwolf. Three to be exact.
It sent a shiver up his spine now that he thought about how she could have ended up this exact same way. This guy did just look like them, well minus the coat, the hooves, the ears, the muzzle and the somewhat small eyes and scar. But it still disturbed the dragon how this could be Applejack instead of whoever this was.
He sighed. Back then it was only by luck that he’d been able to save Applejack, when he threw that stone into the timberwolf’s mouth he honestly hadn’t expected much to happen. Luckily he’d been wrong.
The timberwolf he saw today though, he probably would’ve continued to attack them. The beast hadn’t even ran away when this guy shot fire at him till he had to burn off the thing’s paw. Who know’s what would have happened if the timberwolves they had fought had been that resilient?
The young drake shook his head, clearing his mind of such thoughts. I shouldn’t think like that. He’ll be fine. AJ’s fine. They’re all fine, there’s nothing to worry about.
Spike’s fears weren’t quelled though. That small attack had opened his eyes greatly.
For the past two years ever since he’d come to Ponyville with Twilight and became friends with all the element bearers, he’d learned to gradually grow used to the crazy amounts of danger they’d been thrown into. Especially since Twilight became a princess and the whole thing with Starlight Glimmer ended.
But this time he’d been alone when it happened. All the other times Spike had been with his friends, when they fought Discord. When they fought Sombra, when they even watched Twilight face off against Tirek he’d been there. They all were there to provide support and help.
Even with Starlight Glimmer, Spike had been there with Twilight and Twilight with him. But this time, he’d been alone.
Spike looked at the slumbering human with a sad realization coming to him.
If it hadn’t been for this guy right here. I’d have died he thought sadly. I didn’t even get the courage to use my flame till I saw that timberwolf back up when he sent that blast.
He sighed once more, his shoulders slumping over. An assistant who can’t even assist himself huh?
Spike shook his head, knocking the thought out of his mind. No! he told himself looking up at the exiled prince.
“I just need to work on my weak points, that’s all!” he said hitting his chest with his claw and a proud nod.
But that short moment of bravado died quickly as Spike quickly realized he had no idea how to do that.
Where was he even supposed to start? He couldn’t use magic. He was to small to be allowed an actual weapon to practice with, and not to mention Twilight and the others would freak out if he even asked or tried.
He snorted, an annoyed snort. How am I expected to get better if they tell me no? I can't be a kid forever he thought with a annoyed frown.
A shuffle in the cushions caught his attention, making his ear twitch as he looked at the being who now moved in his seat to readjust himself. It looked like he would be waking up soon.
Then it hit Spike.
That’s it! he thought clamping his fist over his hand with a brilliant idea. “I’ll ask this guy!” he said aloud.
Zuko’s eyes shot open.
For a second the exiled prince thought he would feel everything that defined pained but found he felt nothing. Looking down he saw his shirt gone, his body bandaged, his leg healed and the slash line gone.
What the- he turned his head and his eyes widened as he stared at the creature before him. Instantly reaching for his swords to prepare or defense only to find them gone. He looked down to his belt seeing the scabbards gone, his eyes quickly scanning the room he could see his swords leaning against the wall near a shelf full of clothes.
Zuko’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at the young dragon, not being able to remember anything that really happened. All of it being a blur save for one thing he could recall being said to him.
“This is Ponyville?” he asked the dragon.
Spike nodded, a look of fear yet a look of happiness on his face as he smiled nervously at the human.
“Um how are you feeling?” Spike asked the scarred man as he stretched his body.
Zuko looked down on him with a slightly surprised look on his face. “Fine” he said exasperation in his voice.
“Good” Spike said watching the human sit back down and stare at him.
The two said nothing for a few minutes till Rarity came back in a towel wrapped around her body as she dried her mane with the towel in her hands. “So Spike how’s our-” she froze seeing him awake.
Zuko merely stared with a surprised look on his face, Spike simply stared.
Rarity immediately realizing her blunder with a blush smiled at the two male’s before her horn glowed and drew one of the tablecloth she had folded and threw it over the two’s faces.
By the time the two had removed the cloth off their faces the mare’s hooves could be heard quickly scurrying up the stairs.
Zuko shook his head, still slightly confused by what he had seen. Turning his attention back to the dragon he immediately recalled who it was.
“You’re the dragon that helped me aren’t you?” he asked.
Spike nodded.
Zuko remained silent.
For a few more seconds the two merely stared at each other without saying a word before Zuko broke the stagnant silence. “What’s your name?”
Spike smiled a bit starting to feel that maybe he and this being might be able to form a connection of sorts.
“I’m Spike. Spike the Dragon and I think you and I uh-”
“Zuko.”
“Zuko, are going to be good friends.” The dragon said with a warm smile.
Zuko simply stared in silence before getting up and moving to regain his weapons. I don’t need friends. I need to find a way to regain my honor.