Chapter One: An Unexpected Visit
Winter. It’s the time of year when you admire the beauty a snowfall and the uniqueness of each glass covered lake. It’s the time of year to celebrate with gifts on Hearth’s Warming Eve and to hold your very special somepony close on Hearts and Hooves day. However, for some, it’s the time of year for great hardship and misery; like for young Scootaloo. Little did she know that this fact would soon change.
“Do I have to go?” asked a young purple dragon, currently fidgeting with his scarf.
Twilight nodded as she magically tightened the cloth. “Yes, Spike. I would have done it myself, but you saw how much work Celestia assigned me.”
He sighed in frustration. “But it’s so cold outside.”
The lavender mare shot him an unamused look. “It’s just below forty degrees, and the more we argue, the colder it gets.”
Spike groaned and picked up the basket of books at his feet. “Fine.”
Twilight smiled. “Thank you Spike,” she said as she opened the door.
Reluctantly, the young dragon stepped out into the cold and was immediately assaulted with a blast of artic air. Feeling as though the wind had slapped him across his face, Spike was about to turn around to protest once again. Though this time, he was only met with Twilight closing the door in his face.
“Thanks for mentioning the wind chill,” he mumbled angrily.
Knowing there was no going back, Spike lifted the scarf to cover half of his face and began the long walk to Sweet Apple Acres. At first, the cold felt unbearable, but as time went on and his body temperature adjusted it began to feel more and more tolerable. Despite this, there was absolutely no chance of him lowering his scarf.
It wasn’t long until Spike had reached Sweet Apple Acres. Upon knocking on the door, he was greeted by an orange cowpony and a smile. However, his nose was also greeted with the aroma of sweet apple pies and fritters.
“Howdy Spike! Thank ya for the cookbooks; we just wanted to try something a little different.” welcomed Applejack as she took the books from his basket.
Spike grinned under his scarf. “I don’t see why you would. Whatever you guys are cooking in there smells delicious.”
Applejack smiled at the compliment. “Oh thanks, I hope you and Twi think it tastes as good as it smells.”
Confused, Spike was begining to ask what she was talking about, but before he could do so the cowpony trotted into the kitchen. She came back seconds later with a steaming sack, which emanated a dreamlike scent. As she rested it in his basket, Spike tried his best to resist the urge to drool.
“Thank you so much, Applejack!” he squealed, already reaching for an apple fritter.
The orange pony chuckled. “Hey, just make sure there’s still some left for Twilight when you get to the library.”
“No promises,” he joked, a mouth full of pastry obscuring his speech.
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As the dragon made his way back to the library, the ever present cold that previously filled his thoughts was no longer a bother, for the aroma of his basket was far more attention worthy.
‘Maybe I can have one more,’ he thought, trying to limit himself to only eating three of the delicious treats. But as he reached for another, he heard a noise somewhere in the orchard.
Slowly, he withdrew his claw and began looking around. The thought of saying “hello” crossed his mind, but the eerie shadows of the trees made him rethink that idea. After all, he’d seen way too many horror movies where one of the characters did this, and let’s just say it didn’t end too well.
Suddenly, there was another thud. But this time, with his attention focused on the noise, he was able to pinpoint its exact location.
Spike looked up to see that he was standing in front of the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ club house. He let out a small sigh of relief, assuming that it must be one of the fillies trying to scare him.
‘Well, two can play at that game,’ he thought.
Quietly, Spike crept over to the steps and started to ascend. He began to grin, thinking about the look on one of their faces when he snuck up behind them. Making sure not a noise was made, he opened the door and prepared to pounce. To his suprise, the sight that met him wasn’t at all what he had expected to see.
There before him was Scootaloo. She lay shivering, curled up in the corner of the clubhouse. Instantly, Spike’s malevolent thoughts turned to those of sympathy and concern.
“Scootaloo?” he asked.
In that moment, the orange filly let out a horrified yelp, shot up so high she looked to be flying before she hit a nearby wall, and landed back in the corner. Except this time, she had landed facing Spike.
It was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for, but Spike’s thoughts were so full of concern that besides a blink in shock, his expression was completely unwavering.
“Oh hey, Spike,” she said nervously, her cheeks sporting a bright crimson.
Spike made a rather confused expression. “Uh, hey. Are you okay?”
The filly threw a hoof forward. “Yeah, I’m fine. Never better! Why do you ask?”
“Um... for starters, you were curled up on the floor shivering,” it was at that moment Spike realized that he had left the door open, so he turned and shut it.
Scootaloo’s blush intensified. “Oh. Well, you see… um, I’m camping.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Camping? By yourself, with no blanket, in what will soon be twenty degree weather?”
She quickly nodded. “Yeah, you know... extreme camping, like what Rainbow Dash would do.”
“Uh huh… Well, you want some of these?” Spike asked as he opened the sack to reveal several tarts, fritters, cupcakes, and even a pie.
Scootaloo could feel her mouth begin to fill with drool. “A-Are you sure?” she stuttered.
The young dragon nodded with a smile, finding her reaction rather amusing. “Of course. Here,” he said offering the basket.
She immediately took it out of his claws and began scarfing down fritter after fritter, cupcake after cupcake, and tart after tart. Spike’s mouth dropped at the display before him.
‘Holy crap,’ he thought. ‘When was the last time she’d eaten?’
Realizing that she must be appearing as a glutton, Scootaloo slowed her pace and finally slid the basket back over to Spike. It looked as though she had eaten almost a dozen of the pastries. Secretly trying to protect what little he had left, Spike tied the sack shut and sat the basket beside him.
‘Aaaaand... Twilight’s going to kill me,’ he thought.
Scootaloo looked down at the wooden floor, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she said, not making eye contact. “It’s just, I haven’t eaten all day.”
Spike tilted his head. “Huh? Why?”
“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Scootaloo,” he began as he went over to sit next to her, “Is everything okay?”
She let out a sigh and looked over to Spike. “It’s nothing; I’m just a little cold.”
“Well, why didn’t you bring anything?”
“Remember? Extreme camping.”
Spike rolled his eyes at the obvious lie, but avoided her from seeing. “Oh yeah, right.”
At that moment, something occurred to him. He looked down at his scarf, it was a light blue, and made by the pony he cared about more than anything; Rarity. But despite his emotional attachment to it, he knew Scootaloo needed the warmth more. So he began to unravel it before gently laying the scarf on the back of her neck.
The filly quickly looked up in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you my scarf.”
Scootaloo shook her head and began to take it off. “No Spike, I don’t need it.”
“Nonsense, I don’t want you freezing to death out here.”
“Please, Spike. I don’t want it.”
Spike just shook his head. “You’re keeping it, and that’s final.”
Scootaloo sighed in defeat. “Fine.”
Despite her outward appearance, she was actually quite overjoyed with the gift. However, a sudden realization dawned on her, for the room had become much dimmer than it was when Spike had first entered.
“Hey, you better get back to the library, before Twilight starts getting worried.”
Spike looked up to a nearby window and saw that almost no light was being cast in from outside. Quickly he realized that Scootaloo was indeed right, causing his mind to focus less on her and more on the impending scolding he would receive.
“Oh crap! Yeah, I do need to head home!” he exclaimed as he took his basket, but before he could leave the clubhouse, he felt Scootaloo wrap her hooves around him.
“Thanks, Spike.”
Spike was a little surprised by the sudden embrace, but still managed to return one. Though as he did this, he found it to be rather odd, after all Scootaloo isn’t one to usually give out free hugs.
“You’re welcome, Scoots. I’ll see you later, okay?” he replied as he broke the embrace and began for the door.
Scootaloo smiled. “Okay.”
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As soon as Spike opened the door to the library, he came face to face with Twilight, currently adorning a scarf of her own.
“Spike, where were you? I was just about to start looking.”
The young dragon sighed. “Sorry Twi, I ran into Scootaloo and we started talking.”
“Oh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I offered her some of the pastries, and we started chatting. That’s about it,” explained Spike as he held out the basket.
Twilight gladly took it, but upon opening the sack, her expression quickly changed. “That’s it? How many did you two eat?”
Spike put on a fake grin as he rubbed the back of his neck with a claw. “Well, you see... I didn’t know until today, just how big of an appetite Scootaloo had.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Do you really expect me to think that a little filly ate a dozen of these?”
His jaw dropped. “What!? I’m telling you the truth, I only had three!”
“Uh huh,” she replied, obviously not believing him.
Spike was about to protest, but before he could do so, Twilight had already began trotting into the kitchen with the basket of sweets in her mouth. Sighing, he turned away and was beginning upstairs when something outside had caught his attention. Amidst the black of night, a white powdery substance was beginning to fall from the heavens.
“Hey Twilight!” he called. “It’s snowing!”
“What!? It is!?” she chirped.
Hastily, the mare came out of the kitchen and looked to the same window as her assistant. The two always loved to sit and watch the winter’s first snowfall. They had always found it so peaceful and relaxing, but this year Spike’s mind couldn’t relax, he couldn’t help but let it drift back to Scootaloo and how cold she was. He just hoped his scarf would be enough for now.
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Long after Twilight had fallen asleep, Spike still laid wide awake. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get his thoughts off of Scootaloo. He kept trying to tell himself that she was fine, but he knew this was a lie.
After a long inner debate, he arose from his bed and went over to a large chest in the back of his and Twilight’s room. Upon opening it, he saw several blankets, some belonging to him, others belonging to Twilight. He looked through his own blankets for the warmest one he could find, and once he had found it, he set out into the night.
With only Twilight’s violet scarf for warmth and the light of Luna’s moon to guide him, the young dragon walked through the freshly snow covered streets of Ponyville to Sweet Apple Acres. He thanked the goddesses that the wind had died down significantly. Though, the air still felt as though it were in the upper twenties. This only made him try harder to reach Scootaloo, quite scared that she may have already fallen to hypothermia.
After a few minutes, Spike reached the clubhouse. As soon as he opened the door, he let out a sigh of relief, seeing that she was still shivering. Not wanting to wake her, he carefully wrapped the blanket around her sleeping form. Almost immediately after, her shivering ceased.
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Don't need to mention non clop fics if there is no sex tag : /
2706428 Oh yeah, I copied and pasted the description from Deviant art. But still, I've seen everyone stories turn mature in a heartbeat.
2706431 Yeah, but it's so rare. Wish there was more of it.
2706454 This one's pretty good, but judging by the author's other works it'll be awhile until any romance actually happens. 1
This one is okay, but the wording could be better. 2
2706654 Thank you very much, but I don't think I deserve such praise. I feel as though I could do better, but I believe it's true that the author is always the biggest critic.
However, you should know that this story will be one of my slower ones. I just want something to write when I'm in the mood for romance, but I'll do my best to keep my readers entertained. 
However, the slower pace may allow for me to think it out more, at least that's the theory.
Oh please don't hesitate to send me a link. I'd love to read it, after all this is such an adorable ship.
A most excellent start. Can't wait to see were this one goes
2706700 One of my favorite writers wrote one of my favorite ships.
Faved & thumbs up.
Can't wait for the next chapter!
I just remembered something. doesn't a guy giving a scarf to a girl in a romance story/show/videogame occur oftenly?
YAY! Another story!
Oh when will the next chapter of Learning To Forgive show up?
2706735 Thank you!
2706926 Thanks!
2707351 I don't think so. I mean not too many guys wear scarfs...
2707741 Within 2-3 weeks. Sorry for the delay.
This is a good start. But I can't help feel like there was another story with this pairing. It started off differently then this, but the idea was close to the same in this other story. Spike finding Scoots alone in the club house only, but I remember the other story being a bit rushed in Spike finding out why she was there. Can't remember the name though.
Still I like where this story is going. Keep up the good work!
MOAR!
Poor Scoots 
2709437 Yes, I found that story about an hour ago. I was pissed at the similarities...
I hope mine won't be so rushed...
2709750 Thanks
2709683 Fixed.
2709136 Oh that's ok!
Just happy to read SpiLights and good luck!
Been a while since I've seen a story that started out being ScootaSpike from the get go. I think the last time was way back in 2010...
By the way, you're missing a bunch of punctuation marks where they could be. This goes for the entire chapter, but not many readers really know the more advanced stuff, so it doesn't surprise me that people aren't pointing anything out. I can see that you probably don't have an editor yet, so I'd like to recommend that you get one, preferably someone who knows what they're doing.
2710180 Could you be my editor or recomend one? It's just been really hard to find one who actually has an advanced understanding. I mean finding one should be easy, a really good one is another story...
2710027 Thank you!
Does anyone know of a good editor? I really need one. Thank you!
Good work! Not only is this really good, but well I must admit, I am pretty god darn surprised at how interested in this story I am and for that, I thank you.
Now keep up the good work and make sure to update it regularly!
2709124 No problem.
So cute c: I love all your fics
Now THIS has my attention, I love this pairing and this was really detailed and cute, no errors that I could see and very touching, oh yes, THIS has my attention
Can't wait to read more
D'aww.
the D'aww is strong in this one
poor scootsy, freezing out in the clubhouse