A Spike of Remorse

by Moonlit Sparkle


A Sister's Love

Knock knock.

The hollow noise of a soft rap of knuckles on a hardwood door echoed around the room.

Slowly and silently the door was opened, the semi-dark room only graced by the filtered light of the full moon through the window across from the one entering.

Scattered across the floor were belongings of the room’s occupant. Toys, books, and clothing were all thrown across without care. Each settled in haphazard ways that would make it impossible for one to pass through the room without watching where they were walking.

“Spike?” A soft voice called out with worry, the owner shifted her lavender eyes to glance around and locate the one she called out to.

“What?” A gruff voice answered from the bed, a lump of covers hid the one who spoke.

“Are you alright? I heard what happened at school today. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t the—”

“Shut up, Twilight!” The lump moved, violently throwing off the covers and revealing the small green-haired boy to the older girl. “Who cares if you weren’t there. You heard what happened, how poor little Spike-Wiky had to have his brother come to his rescue against the big bad bullies.”

“Spike I—” Twilight said softly, her voice holding a note of pain as she made to walk towards the boy, her hand extended out in a sign of helplessness.

“Enough! Just go! Can’t you see I want to be alone?” Spike yelled, his voice hoarse from all the crying that was apparent on his face.

“No I—”

The young boy got up, kicking stuff out of his way as he stomped towards the older girl, the rage on his face causing her to back up a step.

“I said go!” Spike lifted his hands to grab onto Twilight’s night shirt, tangling his fingers into the fabric right above her navel and giving it a violent push. This caused her to trip over herself, her feet losing traction from the unexpected force, and into the hallway they went. She fell backwards, her hands reaching forward to wrap around the small boy, pulling him with her.

Twilight held Spike to her chest as he screamed and fought against her, his small hands pushing against her but failing to get even an inch away from her chest.

Tears began falling down both siblings faces, sliding down their cheeks and soaking either into the carpet or Twilight’s own night shirt in Spike’s case.

Next to them on the floor laid a small grey pony with stringy black hair and patches on its front hooves. Twilight stared at it hard, her arms squeezing the small boy tighter to her as small gasping whimpers left her mouth. Her eyes clenched shut as she could feel the hurt and pain the small boy was releasing in his wails.

Spike’s own eyes locked onto the small doll, his arms reaching towards it and before Twilight could stop him or even realize what he was going to do, he wrapped his small fingers of his right hand around the torso of Smarty Pants and with his right ripped her head clear off her body. The stuff raining down on the pair like snow on hearth’s warming eve morning.  

A scream tore through Twilight’s throat as she fought against the boy as his hands continued to rip the doll apart.

“Stop it! Stop it!” The older girl released the boy as she yelled, her hands grabbing for all the pieces of the once whole Smarty Pants.

The small boy just continued to fight against her, throwing pieces of the doll down the hallway, tossing up handfuls of stuffing and even pulling off the button eyes with his teeth.

“Please.” Twilight couldn’t fight anymore as she sat up, her hands came up to cover her face as she sobbed.

“I told you to leave me alone. You should of listened to me Twilight Sparkle.” Spike quickly got up, throwing the remains of the now stuffless pony on the ground before turning around, walking into his room and slammed the door.

A painful sob left the older girl’s mouth, her chest heaved as tears poured down her face. Her night clothes were ruffled and ripped in places, but they were nothing compared to the tearing she felt in her heart.

Twilight shifted her slender fingers to glance down at the complete destruction of her favorite childhood memory.

Why Spike. Why would you do this? Smarty, she… she was ours. I knew you were in pain, but why‽

With shaky hands she reached down to gather up as much of Smarty Pants as she could, her eyes searching for more as her head turned to the side.

A few feet away laid a small lump, threads hanging limply where button eyes once laid.

Twilight slowly stood up on shaky legs, her long slender fingers clenching the remains in tight fists. She walked slowly over to Smarty’s head, her right hand reaching over to her left to transfer the stuffing and fabric all to one hand. Slowly she bent down and picked up the head, standing back up to her full height as she hugged it close to her chest above her heart.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, silent tears dripping off her chin.

Slowly she made her way back to her own room, her arms dropping the remains onto her paper cluttered desk but her right hand still clutched Smarty’s head to her heart. Her feet then unconsciously took her to her bed where she laid down on her back, her eyes staring up at her ceiling as sobs once again broke out, echoing into the otherwise silent dark room.

***

What felt like days later was really only hours for the young teenager. Her eyes had long since run out of tears and her body felt weaker than it had ever felt before.

Her hair was a tangled mess and her clothes were ruined even beyond her best friend Rarity’s repair, but none of that matter to her. What matter was her broken heart and her L.B.B.F.F.

What am I going to do? I didn’t even get a chance to talk to him, and now… What if he never wants to talk to me again...? Don’t be foolish, Twilight, he’s your little brother. But did you hear what he called me? He has never called me by my full name before, not even when we first became friends! Oh Spike, I’m just so sorry. I should have been there for you.

Twilight sat up quickly, her right hand finally releasing the head of her favorite prized possession and laying it delicately by her pillow. Her expression changing from one of hopelessness to one of tired determination.

I should've… I should've been there for you. She paused in her thoughts as a realization overtook her. I should be there for you now. I will be there for you now

Twilight swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, her hands coming up to wipe long fingers under sore, irritated eyes.

“I wasn’t there then, but I’m here now,” she whispered as she walked out of her room, closed the door behind her, and made her way down the hall.

The older girl stopped in front of a hardwood brown door, her right hand wrapped around the bright gold doorknob as her left hand and forehead laid flat against the door.

Whatever happens I need to be here for him. No matter what. I made a promise to him that I’d always be here for him. It’s time to keep good on that promise.

With a deep breath she turned her wrist, the doorknob twisted and the door opened.

The room was still just as dark as before, the moonlight only giving a haze of illumination.

Objects still scattered around the room, more so than before.

Well it looks like you were busy while I was gone. Twilight thought raising an eyebrow and biting her lip, her eyes scanning over a turned over wardrobe and a broken alarm clock.

Silently she padded into the room, her hands closing the door softly. Turning away from the door she searched for the one person who she needed to comfort at the moment, and she was a bit disappointed when she found him.

Sprawled across the middle of the floor in a pile of shredded books laid Spike Sparkle, deeply asleep.

A small pool of drool was leaving his mouth, seeping into Starswirl’s Book of Iconic Experiments. The small boys hands still clenched torn pages, his clothes disheveled and his hair a wild mess.

Twilight couldn’t help but smile, even with the total chaos around her.

Even angry, he is the most adorable little boy I could ever have the honor of calling my little brother.

She quietly made her way through the war zone, her path pausing as she saw a small purple dragon stuffed animal amongst the destruction. It was completely unharmed, much to her surprise.

With a sigh, she quickly picked it up and resumed her path, reaching her destination in a matter of seconds. She stood quietly above the boy, her eyes searching along his body as the moonlight illuminated him.

His shirt was slightly lifted revealing large purple-blackish bruises, his face laying on his uninjured side to reveal a real shiner to anyone who looked down at him. His lips held small cuts to them, the after effects of being beaten to a pulp.

Twilight could feel her eyes tear up again, the small orbs dripping down her cheeks and off her chin. She squeezed the small dragon in her left hand, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth as she shook her head in non-belief.

Tomorrow we are having a serious talk, mister. Whether you like it or not.

The older girl nodded to herself, her hand set the small doll down on Spike’s still standing bedside table. Her eyes locking onto a broken picture frame that had obviously been thrown but set back on the flattop.

In the black frame set a picture of a younger Twilight and Spike. They were smiling brightly at the camera wearing matching Camp Science bright green t-shirts. The cracked glass distorted the young Twilight’s face.

That was almost four years ago... We’ve taken more pictures since then.  Why is this one framed? And why haven’t I noticed it before? Have I just not been that observant?

Twilight shifted her eyes to look back down at her baby brother.

The small boy breathed quietly, his chest rising and falling slowly. The effects of a deep sleep caused by exhaustion.     

The older girl bit her lip once again, her hands clenching at her sides.

Spike moaned in his sleep, rolled over onto his back and stretched his arms out before settling once more.

Twilight couldn’t help but softly chuckle, her body releasing its tension at the sound.

“Oh Spike, what am I going to do with you?” She whispered before bending down and sliding her arms underneath him. She slowly lifted him, placing his head on her shoulder as she wrapped her left arm under his legs and her right hand pushed his back against her. She stood up, her body adjusting to the additional weight of the boy on her hip.

Spike sighed softly, his own hands reaching up to wrap around the older girl’s neck unconsciously. He mumbled incomprehensible words before nuzzling his head into her neck.

Twilight turned around and made her way to his unmade bed, her right hand reaching out to move the covers out of the way before she laid him down. Quickly she tucked him in, her lips pressing a soft but firm kiss to his forehead.

“I love you L.B.B.F.F, have sweet dreams. I’ll be here for you in the morning when you wake up,” she whispered with a smile as she turned to leave, only to be stopped by small fingers wrapped around her wrist.

Twilight turned around, her brow dipping curiously as she frown.

Staring up at her with bright green eyes was the face of a sad, scared little boy. The face she thought was long gone, that only the memory of it reminded her that it did exist.

“Twilight?” Spike whispered, his small hand increasing the pressure on her wrist.

“Yes Spike?” She whispered in return, turning back to face him. His free hand patted the bed next to him, his body shifting towards the wall to give her more room. She gave pause before smiling sadly and shaking her head.

“Spike I—”

“Please Twily? I-I know what I did was horrible, but please. I-I need you.”

Twilight could feel her throat tighten as the small boy began to sob. Her own tears beginning to form.

Without another word, she gingerly sat down next to him, her free hand reaching up to tangle her long fingers through tangled green hair.  

“Did I wake you up?” She asked softly as she gently wiggled her wrist out of his hand, only to intertwine their fingers in a loose hold.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I thought you were angry with me, you asked me to go.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Spike I—”

“I don’t want you to go.” Spike’s voice became more urgent, his hand squeezing hers tighter, causing her other hand to pause in its movement. The fingers just resting on his head, tangled between locks of hair.

“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere. Alright? It’s time to go to sleep now though, okay?” She whispered, her hand resuming it’s soothing strokes.

“P-promise” Spike yawned, quickly shaking his head to wake himself up before locking eyes with his sister.

“I promise, Spikey,” Twilight said confidently, her hands removed themselves from him as she stood up. “Now let’s get you tucked back in okay, tough guy?”

Spike frowned and shook his head. “I’m not tough at all.”

The older girl sighed, her hands resting on either side of the young boy’s body.

“Spike, you don’t have to beat people up to be tough. Those guys, they beat you up, it’s because they think they’re better than you. But the truth is they are just hiding that they’re scared of you.”

“Scared of me? Leave the jokes to Pinkie Pie, Twily, because if that’s them showing fear I don’t want to know what acting tough is.”

Twilight shook her head and sighed. “Spike, I love you more than anything in this world but sometimes you can be so dense.”

Spike blinked, his mouth working to respond before he just clamped it shut as his sister continued.

“Fear is to be scared of what is unknown. But strength is to know what you’re fighting for and knowing how to fight for it. Those punks couldn’t last two seconds head to head to you in academics and they know it.”

“Words can’t solve everything Twilight.”

“And who told you that—.” Twilight raised a hand. “Don’t answer that, it was Scootaloo or Applebloom wasn’t it? Doesn’t matter, point is is they were raised to believe that fighting solves everything. Which is fine, for them. But Spike, you’re not a fighter, you love knowledge, and with that you can beat anyone at your own game. Not theirs. Don’t waste your time with ignorant people, Spike.”

“Are you telling me not to be friends with—”

“That is not what I am saying and you know it. Applejack is one of my closest friends and Rainbow Dash… She may be a little brash, but even she knows when to fight and when to—” Twilight paused for a moment before shaking her head. A recent memory of her sport’s loving friend threatening to cloud her mind. She forced herself to shake that off, now was about Spike, not her own feelings. “The point is, do what’s best for you, Spike. That’s all I ever wanted for you. But fighting like this, getting hurt like this is not the way to go about it.”

“But you weren’t there Twi! You don’t—”

“You’re right, I wasn’t there, and I’m so sorry for that. But I am proud of you for dealing with it the way you did. Standing up for your friends is important. Just don’t feed into their hazing, that’s what I meant. Sorry, I’m not all together at the moment.”

“Twilight… I—”

Twilight smiled sadly, shaking her head and once again raising her hand.

“It’s okay, Spike. I’m not angry.”

“But—”

“Shhh… I’m not angry.”

The older girl patted the young boy’s chest, her eyes locked onto his.

“It’s time for bed Spike, we can talk more in the morning. I promise.”

The room was quiet for a moment before tears broke down Spike’s face again, his hand moving faster than Twilight could process.

She immediately found herself face down into the bed, her body hanging over the side awkwardly as a sobbing boy pinned her down.

“Spi-Spike, wa-wait.”

“Please don’t go. Please”

“Spike, I can’t—”

“Please!”

“Alright! Just let me go for a second!”

Spike immediately let Twilight go causing her to slide off the bed and onto the floor. A tiny head peeked over the side of the bed, green eyes locking with lavender in the silent room.

Joyful laughter broke out from both of them, the older girl jumping up and tackling the younger boy back into the bed. Her long fingers tickling his side causing him to shake and laugh harder.

“Had enough yet? You’re going to wake up everyone in the house!” Twilight said laughing before mumbling, “If we haven’t already.”

Luckily Shining Armor hadn’t returned that night from Cadance’s and the Sparkle parents’ room was downstairs, away from the children.

“O-okay! P-please! I give up, I-I’m sorry!” Spike could feel tears sliding down his cheeks once more, this time a huge smile matching instead of a scowl or frown.

“Alright,” the older girl said pausing her hands from their tickle attack. “We really need to go to sleep, so move over.”

The young green-haired boy nodded, his body shifting over to let his older sister slide under the blanket with him.

Finally comfortable Twilight sighed, her eyes once again locked on to the ceiling, this time in her little brother’s room.

“Twilight?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for coming back for me…”

“Always, you’re my L.B.B.F.F.”

“And you’re the best B.S.B.F.F I’ll ever have. I’m so sorry about Smarty, I promise I’ll fix—”

Twilight rolled over and wrapped her arms around the small boy, pulling him tightly to her chest. His own small arms wrapped around her, hugging her tightly.

“We’ll fix her together.” She whispered, placing a firm kiss on the crown of his head.

With a final nod from the young boy they both drifted off to sleep, twin soft smiles on their faces.