Ever. No matter what.
Rainbow fluttered her eyes in response to the harsh light that was bearing down on her. She tried to sit up, but the throbbing pain she felt as she lifted her head told her that it would be a bad idea. She shut her eyes as she heard a soft voice pierce through the blackness. “Don’t try to sit up,” the voice said in a familiar tone. Rainbow slowly opened her eyes and saw a vaguely familiar purple blob coalesce into the shape of a pony.
“Twilight?” Rainbow asked. Speaking hurt her throat as she realized that it was parched.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Where am I?”she asked raspily, ignoring the pain.
“You’re in the hospital. How do you feel?”
The events of last night came rushing back to Rainbow Dash. She sat up suddenly which caused her head to explode with pain again. “Scootaloo. How’s Scootaloo? Is she-”
Twilight gently pushed her friend back down and handed her a glass of water. “Scootaloo’s okay. She’s in the next room. She has a concussion, and a pretty nasty bump on her head, but the doctors say she’s going to be fine.”
“And Lightning Strike?”
Twilight spoke very softly. “He’s dead, Rainbow. They found his body under your cloud, and it looked like he fell. No one’s sure what happened, but I assume he was trying to hurt you. I already talked to the guards; no charges are going to be filed.”
“How’d you pull that off?”
“I named the area just below your cloud a sovereign country.” Twilight said with a deadpanned stare.
“Really Twi? Aren’t you going to get in trouble?”
Twilight smiled. “Relax, I’m only kidding.” Her smile then disappeared only to be replaced by a much more sober expression. “This looks bad for them, a decorated captain breaking into a house and stabbing a pony while violating a restraining order during a foal abuse investigation. They want this to go away as much as you do. They can’t piece together exactly what happened, but self defense seems the most likely ruling. You’ll have to talk to some guards before they can officially close it, but I told them that it could wait until you feel better.”
Rainbow took a small sip of her water; the cool liquid burned her throat on the way down. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. “I killed him, Twilight. He broke in and… I could have saved him.” She shut her eyes and futilely tried to block out the vision of the stallion falling helplessly toward the ground. “I know I should feel bad, but I don’t. Am I a bad pony?”
Twilight shook her head. “I won’t pretend to know what you’re going through, but I know you, Rainbow. You’re not a bad pony; you were placed in an impossible situation. And... I’m not so sure that Equestria isn’t a better place without him,” Twilight said quietly.
The two friends sat in silence. Twilight wished desperately there was something else she could say that would be of comfort to Rainbow Dash, but words seemed woefully inadequate at the moment. Rainbow Dash kept replaying the scene over and over again in her head. Every time she saw Lightning Strike hanging on for dear life she wondered if she had done the right thing. She couldn’t definitively say yes, but try as she might she couldn’t make herself feel anything but glad that he was dead. He would never hurt Scootaloo again, and for that reason alone Rainbow decided that she could learn to live with her decision, as awful as it may or may not have been. The uncomfortable silence was broken by a brown stallion in a white labcoat carrying a clipboard.
“Hello again, Rainbow Dash, I’m Dr. Stable; you may remember me from your last visit. You’re very lucky; if that cut were a little deeper, you would have had a punctured stomach, but as it is you suffered no internal damage. You did, however, lose a lot of blood, and I needed seven stitches to close you up. Now, ideally I’d like to keep you here overnight for observation, but I can’t force you to stay. Do you have any questions?”
“What about Scootaloo?”
“She can leave too, but I want to see her in a few days for a follow-up visit.”
The thought suddenly occurred to Rainbow that with Lightning gone, Scootaloo was safe at home again. “Is she going with her mom, or..?”
Twilight cleared her throat. “You’re still her legal guardian until the FPS investigation closes. Her mom’s in the waiting room.”
“She’s not with Scootaloo?”
“Scootaloo said she didn’t want to see her. She’s waiting for you to wake up, but the doctors thought it would be best if she stayed in bed,” Twilight said.
“I’ll go get her. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you’re awake,” Dr. Stable said before turning around and exiting the room.
A few seconds later, the orange filly appeared in the doorway, Scootaloo’s eyes widening as she entered the room. As soon as she saw Rainbow Dash she burst into a sprint, her momentum carrying her to the edge of the bed where she rose up on her hind legs and tried to leap into the forelegs of her big sister. Unfortunately, the guardrails that prevented Rainbow from failing out of her bed also prevented Scootaloo from jumping into it. Her wings buzzed furiously, and she let out a pained and urgent whine as she tried to surmount the obstacle, but she wasn’t able to do anything more than momentarily raise her head over the guard rail. Twilight took pity on the small filly and gently levitated her up over the guardrail and deposited her softly on Rainbow’s chest. Once there, Scootaloo wrapped her forelegs around Rainbow and buried her face into Rainbow’s neck.
Twilight got the distinct impression that she was intruding on an emotional moment and quietly began to back out of the room. Rainbow nodded in appreciation at her friend before turning her attention to stroking the soft purple mane of the filly who was presently curled up in a ball on her chest, breathing in short staccato bursts.
“I wo-woke up and you weren’t there…and th-then I-saw you, and you weren’t *hic* moving ..” Scootaloo choked out, trying to hold back the oncoming rush of tears she knew was inevitable.
Rainbow continued to gently stroke Scootaloo’s mane as she whispered in her ear. “It’s ok, I’m right here.” She repeated the last three words until she could feel the filly get her breathing under control. After a few minutes, Scootaloo had calmed down enough to consent to being gently lifted off of Rainbow’s chest, and therefore ease the pressure on her still tender barrel. Rainbow gently set Scootaloo on the ground next to the bed, but lowered the guard rail so that Scootaloo could rest her forelegs next to Rainbow’s head.
Now that Scootaloo was no longer curled up on her chest,, Rainbow got a better look at the filly. She had a large red welt on the back of her head that made Rainbow wince. She tried to smile reassuringly. “How ya feeling, kid?” she asked.
“I’m okay. My head hurts, but it’s not too bad. The doctors say I should take it easy for the next few days, so so I guess that means no scootering.”
“You and me both kid. You ready to get out of here?”
“We can leave?”Scootaloo asked somewhat surprised.
“I think the docs said that they want to give us each a once over, but yeah, I think they’ll let us out of here tonight. I have this thing about staying in hospitals.”
“What about Lightning?” At the mention of the stallion’s name, Scootaloo found herself shaking ever so slightly.
“He’s… gone. He’ll never hurt anypony ever again,” Rainbow said, hoping Scootaloo wouldn’t ask any follow up questions.
Scootaloo shut her eyes as she tried to push back against her memories of the stallion who made her life a living nightmare. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
It took longer to check out of the hospital than Rainbow expected. Dr. Stable gave Rainbow a thorough physical just to be sure that, other than the seven stitches in her side and her superficial bruises, she was okay. Then, he spent an hour making sure she understood how to change her bandages, and that it was imperative she keep her wound clean and free of anything that might cause an infection. Then, because she was Scootaloo’s guardian, he meticulously went over the warning signs for post-concussion syndrome, lest Scootaloo start showing any symptoms. Then, he went and presumably repeated the process with Scootaloo, which left Rainbow with some free time to kill in the hospital waiting room. After assuring Twilight that she was fine, and that she would meet up with her and their friends tomorrow, Rainbow found herself alone with her thoughts. She was so busy contemplating the events of the last few days that she was surprised when a familiar looking orange mare tapped her on the shoulder.
“Rainbow Dash, I’m Misty Skies. I wanted to say thank you for taking care of my daughter.”
Taking care of her?! I got stabbed protecting her from the monster you let into her life! Where the buck were you when she was being abused? She could have been killed! But instead of saying any of that Rainbow managed to push her feelings of outrage down deep. If there was one thing Rainbow had gotten plenty of practice in over the last few harrowing days it was suppressing her emotions. Rainbow Dash instead chose to respond with a somewhat neutral, “Skies? That’s an unusual name for an earth pony.”
Misty Skies regarded Rainbow with a faint sense of curiosity. “It was originally just Misty, but when I married Scootaloo’s father I took his last name. Anyway, the reason I’m here is that I would like to discuss when you would like to drop Scootaloo off at home.”
The question caught Rainbow completely off guard despite its predictability. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I know a lot has happened. Truth be told, I’m still trying to process everything myself, but Scootaloo belongs at home with me. What time tomorrow can I expect you to drop her off?”
Rainbow just blinked. Despite knowing that Scootaloo wasn’t actually going to live with her for more than a few weeks, she had gotten used to having the filly around in an extraordinarily short amount of time. It hadn’t really occurred to her that Scootaloo would end up back with her mother. Still trying to process this new reality, Rainbow managed to say, “Have you talked to Scootaloo?”
“No, she’s been pretty adamant about not wanting to see me, and I don’t think upsetting her while she’s in such a fragile state is wise. So, if you don’t mind, I think it would be best if she spent the night with you, and you can drop her off in the morning.”
Rainbow wasn’t sure how to respond, but deep down she was forced to admit that Misty was right. As close as they had become, Scootaloo wasn’t really her sister; she belonged with her birth mother. That was to say nothing of the fact that once FPS closed their investigation, Rainbow would be required to hand Scootaloo back over to her mother’s care, or face a legitimate Foalnaping charge; one that Twilight probably wouldn’t be able to thwart. “I’ll bring her by after breakfast,” she said, more reluctantly than she cared to admit.
“Very good; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Misty promptly left the waiting room, leaving Rainbow alone with her thoughts. She had done good, right? Lightning wouldn’t hurt Scootaloo ever again; Rainbow had kept her promise. So why didn’t she feel better? A nurse came over and handed her a set of discharge papers for both her and Scootaloo, the mundane paperwork giving her something to focus on while she waited for Scootaloo to finish with her exit examination.
Shortly after she was finished with her paperwork, Scootaloo appeared in the waiting room, followed by Dr. Stable. Scootaloo walked over to Rainbow Dash a little faster than her normal walking speed, and let out a relieved whinny when she found herself next to the cyan pegasus. Rainbow leaned down and let Scootaloo climb on her back, which elicited a small sigh of contentment from the filly as she snuggled against Rainbow’s mane.
Rainbow flew home a little slower than usual. For one thing, the doctors had warned her that overexerting herself would probably tear her stitches, and then she would end up needing them redone. For another thing, she was pretty worn out; apparently stitches and blood loss were far more tiring than flying sprints around the track. But mostly she knew that she was going to miss the sensation of Scootaloo snuggled tight against her mane as she flew through the air, and she wanted to ensure that she got to enjoy it at least one more time.
She walked in the front door of her cloud house expecting to see a bloody mess. She couldn’t remember exactly how the place had looked when she left last night, but she was willing to bet that it was not a pretty picture; thus, she was surprised when she walked into an immaculate house with a small note on her kitchen counter.
Rarity hired a cleaning service to clean up after the royal police finished gathering evidence, and there’s some soup that Fluttershy made in the fridge. Applejack left you a jug of cider; try not to drink it all at once. Also, Pinkie baked you a cake; it’s in the freezer.
Your friend,
Twilight Sparkle
Rainbow smiled; she knew that she had great friends but it was nice to be reminded of that fact every now and then. Rainbow let Scootaloo climb off her back, which the filly did somewhat reluctantly, and as she let Scootaloo climb down, she caught their reflections on the glossy surface of the fridge; they both looked awful. A day’s worth of grime was stuck to their coats, and their manes were matted down and unruly. If Rarity could see them, she’d recoil in horror.
“Ugh... I don’t know about you, kid, but I could use a shower,” Rainbow said, still trying to assess how bad she looked using the distorted reflection on her fridge.
“Me too,” came the reply from Scootaloo.
“You want the upstairs or the downstairs one?” Rainbow asked, grateful that her house had more rooms than she needed.
“Upstairs.”
“Okay, squirt, it’s all yours. I’ll heat up dinner once we’re both cleaned up.”
“Cool,” Scootaloo said as she hurried upstairs.
Rainbow stepped into the bathroom and gingerly peeled off her bandages. For the first time, she got a good look at herself in the mirror. A fresh ugly scar ran across the length of her stomach, the red gash a vivid contrast to her cyan coat. Shifting her gaze she noticed that her chest still bore a large bruise from where Lightning Strike had kicked her. If there was an upside, it was that it matched the bruises around her throat. All in all, she looked like death warmed over. Rainbow stepped into the shower and turned the water to just below scalding. She shut her eyes as the hot water washed over her, washing away the dirt and loosening her muscles.
She didn’t realize how sore she was until she felt some of the tension unwind. After shampooing her mane and tail, she rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to apply a fresh set of bandages. Following the doctors instructions, she carefully cleaned her wound with an antiseptic before replacing the bandages. She finished wrapping them around her torso and took another look at herself in the mirror. Even cleaned up, she looked pretty terrible. Who am I kidding? I can’t take care of a filly, I can barely take care of myself most of the time. Misty’s right; Scootaloo belongs at home.
Rainbow left the bathroom and tried to put on a brave face as she saw Scootaloo eagerly awaiting her return in the living room. The shower did the filly a world of good and she looked almost normal except for the welt. “So, kid, what do you want to do for your last night in the clouds?”
Scootaloo seized up at Rainbow’s question. “What do you mean?”
“Well, with Lightning gone, FPS should wrap up its investigation and you can go live with your mom again.”
Scootaloo shook her head. “I don’t want to go back there. I want to stay here, with you.”
“Scoots-”
“Please, Rainbow. I can be better, I know I can. I won’t drop anymore dishes and I’ll work really hard at flying so you can take down the cloud ladder. Please, Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo pleaded as she looked up at Rainbow Dash with her impossibly wide purple eyes.
“Slow down there, squirt. First off, it would be impossible for you to be any more awesome then you already are-”
“Then why can’t I stay with you?”
“Because she’s your mom, Scoots. I… I don’t want to be the one to break up your family.”
“Some family,” Scootaloo scoffed. “My dad died, and my mom….” Scootaloo’s voice trailed off. “When Lightning was hurting me, I kept staring at the door hoping that one day she would open it and make everything okay, because that’s what moms are supposed to do. Only she never came. Then, when I finally worked up the courage to tell her, she just told me to stop making up stories. I never want to go back to that house, and I never want to see her again.”
“Kid, your mom made a mistake-”
“No, she didn’t! A mistake is when you forget what day of the week it is, or when you leave the window open so it gets cold at night. This wasn’t a mistake! She chose him over me!”
Rainbow racked her brain, trying to find some words that might comfort the little filly. “Sometimes, when you want something to be not true bad enough… you convince yourself that it’s not, because if it is true then nothing else makes sense. I’m not saying it’s right, I’m just saying...” Rainbow went silent as she realized that even she didn’t entirely believe what she was saying.
“She wasn’t there for me! I needed her and she wasn’t there! Now you’re saying that you don’t want to be there for me either.” Scootaloo began to tremble as she broke down sobbing. “What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t anypony love me?
Rainbow’s voice grew noticeably softer. “You think that’s what this about? You really think, after everything that’s happened, that I don’t love you?”
“I-I don’t know.” The filly managed to choke out between tears.
Rainbow reached out and wrapped a wing around the little filly, pulling her close. Scootaloo put up a token resistance, refusing to accept Rainbow’s affection by crossing her forelegs and keeping her body rigid. Rainbow rested her head on top of Scootaloo and just held her gently until she could feel the filly start to give in. Eventually, the filly uncrossed her forelegs and wrapped them around the larger pegasus. Keeping Scootaloo nestled firmly between her wing and the warmth of her body, Rainbow Dash gently nuzzled the little filly. They stayed like that for more than a few minutes; Rainbow gently nuzzling Scootaloo until her tears receded ever so slightly.
“Feel a little better?” Rainbow asked softly.
Scootaloo shook her head.
“Listen, I think you should give your mom another chance, but I’m not going to force you to. If you don’t end up staying with me, it won’t be because I don’t love you Scoots. I love you more than anything, period. Don’t ever forget that.” Rainbow had never really said those words and meant them in that way, but she had to admit that saying them to Scootaloo felt right. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere between letting the little filly watch her practice, and curling up with her to calm her down at night, Rainbow realized that she did in fact love Scootaloo, but that didn’t change the reality that the filly had a mother who wanted her to come home.
Scootaloo hugged Rainbow tightly and buried her face in Rainbow Dash’s chest. “I want to stay with you,” she said softly.
Rainbow winced as Scootaloo put pressure on her already tender barrel, but she hugged the filly back anyway. She wanted to say yes more than she had ever wanted to say yes to anything, but she knew that the world didn’t work that way. She looked down at the filly, burying into her chest, who had already been dealt a rough hand. She was a pegasus who couldn’t fly at an age when most pegasi were practicing loops and corkscrews, and it was possible that she would never be able to fly. Her dad had died when she was just a foal and then his replacement had turned out to be a monster. Yet, despite all that hardship, Scootaloo was a kind and gentle filly, whose enthusiasm for adventure mirrored Rainbow’s own. She was cheerful and optimistic when most ponies who had been through what she had to go through would have been sullen and withdrawn. Why couldn’t she get what she wanted this one time?
Rainbow let out a small groan at how unfair life could be. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” she whispered. They obviously weren’t going to resolve this issue tonight. Both she and Scootaloo were exhausted, other ponies needed to be consulted, and if she was somehow going to take care of Scootaloo on more than an interim basis there would be many hurdles that needed to be overcome.
“Can we maybe talk about this in the morning?” she finally suggested.
Scootaloo nodded meekly, still keeping her grip firm on the cyan pegasus. “I want to stay with you,” she repeated as though if she said the words enough times, she could will it to happen.
“I know, kid,” Rainbow said softly. “We should eat. I’m going to heat up some soup. Do you want any?”
Scootaloo nodded and slowly released her grip on the cyan pegasus. Rainbow heated up the soup and the two pegasi ate in silence, broken only by the drone of a TV in the background. Rainbow badly wanted to assure Scootaloo that everything would be fine, but she wasn’t sure if she could keep that promise, and she couldn’t stand the idea that she might let her little sister down. Faced with unintentionally lying or staying silent, Rainbow chose silence.
After leaving the dishes in the sink, Rainbow noticed the now familiar signs of a tired Scootaloo. “Hey, how about a bedtime story?” She offered in the hopes of lifting Scootaloo’s spirits.
Scootaloo’s face lit up ever so slightly; she never felt quite so safe or so loved than she did when she was snuggled under the covers listening to Rainbow spin a tale complete with voices and elaborate hoof gestures as she narrated the action sequences. “Can I stay in your room tonight?”
“Sure, Scoots.”
“And you promise you’ll be there when I wake up?” Scootaloo asked with the faintest note of fear in her voice.
Rainbow was surprised by the question. She sat down on her haunches, right in front of Scootaloo, and looked her square in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. No matter what. Got that?”
That answer seemed to pacify Scootaloo a little bit. She smiled and climbed on Rainbow’s back and the two pegasi went upstairs. Rainbow deposited Scootaloo into her bed and told her the lighthearted tale of Shepard and the salamanders. Scootaloo had heard it before, but that didn’t stop her from grinning happily as Rainbow narrated the familiar story, complete with funny high pitched voices for the salamanders. When she was done, she hopped into bed and curled up with Scootaloo, wrapping a wing around the filly, and lightly ruffling her mane before closing her eyes.
“I love you, Rainbow Dash,” the filly whispered.
“I love you, too, Scoots,” Rainbow replied as she held the filly tightly before the day’s events caught up to them and both pegasi drifted off to sleep.
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Please.... please let Scoots stay with Rainbow Dash.
4228593 i agree with him please let Scoots stay with Rainbow Dash
4228607 If he doesn't... well I am a little thirsty.
4228609 ok
4228609 Did you just threaten to drink my blood if I don't write the ending you want? Interesting motivation..I am kinda attached to my blood...
4228651 Then you know what you must do then don't ya?
scootaloo stays with dash! it must happen! the mom's a moron who doesn't deserve a sweet filly like scoots!
I honestly wanted Lightning to be alive so he would have to face the consequences of his actions. I'm worried Misty will take up where he left off and hurt Scootaloo even more.
Lets see. Misty Skies married a sociopathic, murderous child abuser. She let all of this go on right under her nose, ignored her child's claims, ignored the changes in Scoot's behavior, ignored physical evidence from the med scans and is acting as if everything is fine. Right after being told that her husband was indeed abusing her daughter and had intended to murder both Rainbow and Scootaloo. She's negligent at best and willfully complicit most likely.
I'd have trouble trusting her with a pet rock. Letting her have Scootaloo would probably end with Misty hospitalizing the poor filly because "You murdered the stallion of my dreams!" or something equally insane.
I'm glad that Rainbow didn't get in trouble, because it was totally in self defense and protection of Scootaloo. If she would have tried to catch him, he would have probably hurt or killed her in the process.
I'm assuming that Rainbow explained exactly what happened to the authorities, including the things that psycho said to her. Not only did he attempt murder of an innocent filly and an element bearer after breaking into her home, but he did it with a smile. I think FPS should also listen to Scootaloo's side of the story. Their whole point is to make sure she's happy and comfortable, is it not?
bleh.....more waiting
I love this story keep writing
Aaawww that was as usual so sweet, I'm glad scoots and Dash are okay I can't wait for more keep up the fabulous work!
The line around self defense is so blurred these days.
Apparently you can chase an unarmed youth for miles in your pickup and then shoot him when he confronts you about it and it's self defense ('MERICA), yet when you shoot what you believe is an intruder in your own home and it turns out to be an innocent, you're damned for it.
Rainbow really needs to tear into Celestia because she doubted RD because she was blind to the obvious fact that Lightning was abusing Scootaloo.
4229269 I don't think a my little pony fan fiction website is an appropriate forum to discuss the trayvon martin verdict or related state and federal laws. But thanks for reading.
4229437 I was simply stating that you have a lot to work with
And I didn't mention anything about any specific cases
4229660 my mistake then.
4229994 I briefly made a mention that rainbow buys her furniture at an enchanted furniture shop, but yes the logic of what floats on a cloud is dubious at best.
i hope scoots and dash can stay together. it'd be really sad for them to seperate
That was so sweet! Rainbow is such an awesome big sis! Loved this chapter!
That sure is a great story to read. Thank you so very much for writing it.
4231295 Thank you so very much for reading it.
I expect Rainbow will have a serious talk with Misty about how to be a good mom
Misty Skies... Not sure if pony name or porn star
You obviously didn't hear yourself when you said, after all these horrible events, it would be best not to upset scoots
. YOU UPSET HER, YOU BITCH! SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU EVER AGAIN
Damn well hope twi shows misty she has no right to raise scoots after what she let her daughter go through, and yes, she let her go throw. It, since she didn't even bother to question whether scoots was telling the truth when scoots told her lightning was abusing her.
That's all for now. Look forward to the net chapter
Honestly I thought misty was to professional about the whole thing. She sounded like someone who was ordering a package not a mother wanting her child back. Besides the FPS investigation would have to be officially closed before
could be returned.
I love how you wrote this, so don't think I am criticizing.
4228726
Misty doesn't seem to be portrayed as someone abusive. She is not a good parent because as scoots said "She chose him over me." she ignored her daughter because she was selfish not because she agreed or wanted her hurt.
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, I can see that. Will Rainbow Dash have to smack a Nag (I think that's the term for a useless female horse, could be wrong)???
4228737
Another logical inconsistency: In the last chapter, you say:
And then in this one, you say:
Getting cut on the flank is like the equivalent of getting cut on the upper side of your leg, so how in the heck could Rainbow have a punctured stomach, from a cut no less?
So I take it that cutting cut on the flank in the previous chapter was a mistake?
Foalnapping
4228737 I thought she was only dating him....
4322842
Technically, Rainbow's flank is the side of her barrel, so a deep flank cut could potentially cut her stomach.
I love this story more and more as I read more! I must say this is an amazing story!
Another small error:
Unfortunately, the guardrails that prevented Rainbow from failing out of her bed also prevented Scootaloo from jumping into it.
Did you mean falling?
So far its a good story that's got me genuinely invested. The feeling of helplessness and not knowing what to do is unsettlingly relateable, even to those who've never experienced something like this. I found the death of Lightening to be slightly cartoonish, that's not to say it wasn't effective.
One small thing: Hospitals normally recommend 48 hours to 5-7 days before showering/bathing with stitches. It can create problems with healing and infection.
4228651I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let scootaloo stay with rainbow dash, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
And... I’m not so sure that Equestria isn’t a better place without him,” Twilight said quietly
Took me a minute to figure out what she meant.. um doesn't that mean she thinks Equestria is a better place with him?
Kinda disappointed he died so suddenly. I wanted to see people bring fury down on this guy, especially Celestia.
5119869
Better without him, is what she meant.
And yes, it is.
5119869
Behold the power of the double negative.
and I needed seven stitches to close you up.
-Only 7 for something that deep? I think you MAY need a separate set of stitches for each layer of muscles...
Hi. I really like the story so far. I actually read the sequel first and am now going back and reading this. This chapter was pretty good, but I don't understand why RD was in the hospital overnight for 7 stitches. I've had a lot stitches in my life and even when I got bit by a dog and had 28 stitches in the back of my head I was still only there until they finished putting in the stitches. Plus, when I got a one inch cut across my hand at the base of my fingers that one was about 7 stitches, but it was only an inch long, I feel that by having such a small number of stitches for what was supposed to be a serious injury it really brings down the feeling that Dash was much danger and kinda makes her look weak for passing out from such a minor injury. It's just my opinion but you might want to raise the number for her stitches.
5986763 it's because she passed out
I would've fucking paid to read that. An amazing show placed into the context of an equally amazing story? Sign me up!
Twilight: He's dead Rainbow.
Me: Woo hoooo!!!! *blows up party cannon*
Also, I don't like Scootaloo's mom...
needs end " marks.
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6499419
That would be an interesting AU to this fic. Still all in all, this is still a pretty awesome story. Even my third time re-reading it.