Chapter 68: Thief and Literature
Pinkie had somehow beaten him to Sugarcube Corner and had already started setting up the kitchen for their opening. Storm could spot her moving around the kitchen, although she paused now and then to rub the top of her head, wincing slightly every time she did so. Seems all the apple picking they did the other day helping Applejack may have bruised her head. It was possible, he supposed. After all, while somewhat insignificant by themselves, having several hundred drops onto your head for an hour, even if it were through a bucket, would likely leave a bump or two.
"Hey Pinkie, get over here," he called, catching her attention as he rummaged through his bag.
"What is it, Storm?" she asked, walking through the door, holding a hand against her head. He motioned her over, walking forward to meet her halfway as he did so. Confused, she did as he asked.
"Lower your head," he ordered. Growing even more confused, she lowered her head down, only to yelp slightly as something cool was placed against her head, only for it to degrade into a soft sigh of relief.
The cold pack Storm usually kept for inflammation should do just fine against a minor bruise. It was a nice little thing. It was enchanted to remain ice cold without being a block of ice. A secret that Luna told him long ago when he was a kid, and Luna gave it to him when he bumped his knee.
"Get some rest. It's probably better if you try not to overexert yourself. It might just be a small bump, but even a little cut can lose someone a leg," Storm said, firmly pushing her towards the stairs.
"What? I'm totally fine! I can-!"
"Rest, Pinkie," he stated firmly, "Or else I'll tell the Cakes you were working while injured."
Pinkie went rigid for a moment before she suddenly bolted up the stairs.
"That's what I thought," he said smugly.
Storm then turned back to the counter as he began to cover for the pink girl. Mrs. Cake had been rather annoyed when he told her that Pinkie would be taking the day off, though it had faded when he told her the reason.
"Pinkie's a sweetheart," she had said, "I'm just glad she didn't try to work while she was hurt."
She didn't know why he found that funny.
As it was, he was again operating the counter, with both Cakes working in the kitchen behind him. Several hours had passed, with customers coming and going at a decent pace, each one giving Storm a familiar face to memorize. It was due to this vague familiarity that the small town of Equis gave him that he immediately recognized a new face a few hours later.
The door opened, revealing a dark blue teen girl skipping through the door. She had a steel gray mane and tail and a pair of rose-red eyes. Her hair was done up in tight curls that spilled around her face, framing it almost innocently. A big gray rose hairpin in her hair added to the almost child-like image she tried to hold. Due to this kiddish appearance, he was immediately suspicious of this girl.
"Hello!" she sang once she reached the counter, locking eyes with the Jedi, "I'm Rosary!" she said, smiling widely. He blinked at her cheery attitude, partially praying she didn't meet Pinkie.
"Can I help you?" he asked, studying the girl; she tilted her head and stuck her tongue out as she looked at the sign above his head. He inwardly rolled his eyes.
The girl was trying much too hard to act all innocent. He'd seen how her eyes had scanned the room as she skipped in, taking stock of each window and the exits. The only question remaining was simple. What was she here for?
A new face in town could mean anything. For all Storm knew, this girl could be innocent and have a few unusual quirks. Her eyes flickered over the sign, as well as himself. He kept his facade up, making sure he looked uninterested in her. Before shrugging, she gave him a small smirk, obviously meant to be unseen.
"Nope!" she said cheerfully; the Jedi Knight raised a brow, keeping up his annoying disposition.
"Really? Then get out. You're holding up the line," he said, glancing behind the girl as the door opened again. Rosary smiled at him, then spun around and happily walked out the door.
He sighed once she was gone, taking the order of the person who'd taken her place. His thoughts were running wild as he worked.
Who was that girl? What was her purpose here?
Answers were not something he'd have the luxury of getting. Not yet, at least.
"Storm?" Mrs. Cake spoke from behind him, catching his attention, "Could you check up on Pinkie? She hasn't come down, and I'm beginning to worry," she said, frowning. The Jedi gave her a shrug.
"Fine. Where's her room?" he asked; she laughed a little.
"You'll know," she said, grinning.
He rolled his eyes at that but did as was asked. Trading places with Mr. Cake, he made his way up the stairs. The hall contrasted the bakery downstairs, with a darker green floor and walls and a ceiling of a darker tan. He supposed it was a welcome change. He could hear Pinkie shuffling around in her room, whichever one it was. Following the sound, he moved forward, checking each door and filing them away in his memory.
He stopped at one particular door, painted pink with various balloon stickers. He had a feeling that it was Pinkie's door. Shaking his head, amused, he gave it a quick knock before heading in. Pinkie's room was surprisingly clean. It was painted completely pink, which was expected, but other than a few stray streamers and binders, it was near spotless. He spotted Pinkie lying on her side, the cold pack resting atop her hair. Her eyes had a far-away look, suggesting she was lost in thought.
"Hey," he called, startling the party girl out of her thoughts.
"Oh, hey, Storm," she said, holding the pack to her head. Her response lacked the energy she had earlier.
"Everything alright?" he asked, earning a shrug from Pinkie.
"Yeah, why?" she asked, tilting her head.
"You seem... subdued, is all," she frowned.
"Really?" she asked; he nodded, "Huh... I'm just resting as you said," she replied, looking right at him, before smiling, "I know everybody else would be super worried about me, so I'm gonna do everything I can to get better right away! If that means resting and not doing anything, even if it's super boring, then I'll do it! Besides, I promised Dashie I'd watch her do some stunts tomorrow, so I wanna be at my best!"
Storm stared at her for a moment before scoffing, though a small grin wormed its way onto his face.
"You do that, Pinkie. I'm sure you'll be-... is something wrong?" he asked. Pinkie was staring at him strangely, but before he could say anything else, her face broke into a massive grin.
"You smiled!" she said, excitement oozing out of her; the previous statement is all but forgotten.
"What?" he asked, confused by her reaction.
"You should smile more often!" she said, ignoring him still, "It looks nice!" she added. Storm sighed, shaking his head.
"Whatever, Pinkie. Go to sleep or something," he said, backing out of the room.
He paused outside the closed door, listening to her shuffle around as she lay back down. His thoughts drifted to Rosary. She was here for a purpose. To walk directly into the establishment known for its sweets, look over the menu for several seconds, then walk out without even buying anything?
Twilight was walking through town. After helping Applejack with picking apples the other day, the princess had a few sore muscles. Granted, it wasn't anything she experienced compared to the exercises she'd done as a Jedi, where it literally pushed her body to its limits, but it still gave her some pain. So her mother made a special ointment she learned from her mother and gave it to her daughter.
It took a while, but the princess was now walking with some pep in her step. She spotted Storm when she'd been out in the town, heading over to Davenport's Pen's and Sofa's shop to purchase a new supply. Just as she was walking over to him, he froze. She also stopped on reflex, wondering what had happened to make him freeze like that. His hand went to his stomach as his face twitched slightly before his legs gave out, and he collapsed.
Her mind raced, unfortunately leaving her body behind. She stared at the downed boy for a few moments before shaking her head and turning back to what was happening. As it was, she'd spent so long just staring that he'd picked himself back up, looking both annoyed and uncomfortable, and walked off.
"W-wait!" she yelled, causing several people to stop and stare, only to return to what they were doing once they saw her rushing over to the grumpy Jedi Knight.
Storm's ears swiveled to her, followed by his head seconds later.
"What?" he asked, stopping to turn to her completely. He didn't receive an answer; instead, he was subjected to a concerned look over once Twilight was closer.
"Why'd you just collapse like that?!" she all but shrieked at him, and he grimaced.
"It's nothing, jus-"
*GURGLE*
The sound that erupted from his stomach had been more than audible for once, easily reaching Twilight's ears. Glancing at Twilight, Storm saw how her eyes were locked onto him, roaming over his form. The audible growling from the boy's stomach before her should have meant almost nothing. But a stomach doesn't just growl that loudly, not often. Her intellectual curiosity improved, and she analyzed him out of reflex.
When she first met Storm, she had assumed he was naturally unnaturally thin. That his physique was just something he'd worked for to achieve the perfect body for fighting and being a Jedi. But getting a much better look at him now, with her mind completely free to take him in, she realized something. He was starving; also, there were little bags under his eyes. Twilight knew that Jedi could use the Force to lower their metabolism to go on extended periods without food. But based on how Storm looked, it seemed he did that to an extreme.
So why was he starving himself?
"You just gonna keep staring or...?" he finally asked, getting rather annoyed by the unwavering gaze of the studious princess.
"Wh-why... why are you malnourished?"
"What makes you think I'm malnourished?" he asked, kicking himself for such a flimsy defense. Predictably, the intelligent girl pounced on it.
"I don't think! I know you are! Just look at you!" she said, poking him in the chest, "You're way too thin for a boy your age! You look like you're about to collapse, AGAIN!! When was the last time you ate?!" she demanded, stomping her foot as she glared at him.
Whether it was his admittedly hunger-addled mind or not, he found the way she was scrunching up her face in anger rather cute.
...
Yeah, it was the hunger. If he was thinking things like that, now of all times, then he definitely needed to start eating again. If he didn't, who knows what other random and absurd thoughts would hit him, or even when they would.
Realizing that the princess in front of him was still seeking an answer, he decided to tell the truth.
"About five days."
"WHAT?!?!" Twilight just stared at him, her eye twitching slightly.
Was this boy insane?! Five whole days of not eating!? How could anybody possibly have the ability to do that and keep walking around as he had been?!
She remembered her family contacting her when she was off training years ago. Her BBBFF, Shining Armor, had just joined the Royal Training Camp to become part of the Elite Fighter Squad of Equis. Even being the Prince didn't bar the boy from being subjugated to the harsh conditions of training, which Shining Armor was pleased to know. The last thing he wanted was for anybody to think he got special treatment due to his blood. They had been required to go on a trip where they'd be subjected to various conditions to help them get used to their possibilities and weed out those who weren't fit enough to join.
Shining had described, in detail, how horrible he felt when they'd spent two weeks with only a few ration bars to share between the group he'd been in. Her parents were horrified when he returned a month later, looking starved half to death. Her mother had been more than ready to charge into Academy and give the captain a piece of her mind, but Shining had stopped her. Barely.
"Come on!" she couldn't help but snap, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind her.
Shining had been lethargic and had almost no appetite when he returned, despite having had an empty stomach. Her parents had all but shoved food down his throat at the time, which had only made him sick. Thankfully, a little research on their part later, and they knew that they had to start small with him; otherwise, it would do far more harm than good. So, with that thought in mind, the princess brought him to her favorite little restaurant, Horte's Cafe. Pity they didn't have any hayburgers, though; those were her favorite!
The two arrived at the cafe a minute later, and Twilight practically threw him into a chair. Sitting down across from him, making sure her eyes never left his form on the off chance he'd bolt at the first opportunity. Storm was amused by her actions, as well as just the slightest bit touched. Even if her concern was false, it was nice to have someone who cared, even if only for a moment.
"Hello there, may I take your orders?" came a female voice, just as a yellow girl walked up to the two of them, her simple red hair in a ponytail.
"We'll both have a daisy sandwich," Twilight immediately responded, not allowing Storm to get a word in. The girl smiled.
"Alright! I'll be right back with your order!" she said, giving the two of them a happy smile.
"Daisy sandwich?" asked the boy with a raised eyebrow.
"It's a special kind of sandwich made of plant-based. It's for people who don't like wheat and acts as a substitute. It tastes better than its sounds." assured Twilight.
Soon, a silent, tense air flooded between the Jedi Knight and the princess. The two of them stared at each other, not exchanging words. It seemed that Twilight's earlier determination had faded slightly, given how he wasn't making any moves to rush off. Now she was fidgeting slightly and having difficulty looking him in the eye.
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Why was this so awkward? She just wanted to help him! It had never really been awkward whenever she'd helped her friends out.
"Here ya go!" came the kind voice of Butter Rose, the waitress who'd spoken to them earlier. Twilight gave the familiar girl a smile and thanks as she set the two sandwiches in front of them, "Enjoy, you two lovebirds, you!" Butter added, smiling mischievously as she skipped away.
Twilight's face went red, and she sputtered after the waitress. Storm chuckled at her, which caused her to level a small glare at him, though the redness still presents on her cheeks completely ruined the image. Looking down at the plate in front of him, he gave a quick once-over of the sandwich. It looked normal, at least, and he couldn't smell any traces of poison in it, so that was a plus.
He glanced up briefly at the still blushing Twilight but found her focusing on him more than her food. Wincing slightly, he picked up the food. His stomach turned slightly at the thought of eating, but even he knew it was necessary. Finally annoyed, he took a chunk out of the food and swallowed after copious amounts of chewing. His stomach lurched in pain once it finally had food in it, but it also awakened his dormant appetite, and Storm found himself one sandwich short in only a few seconds. True to the princess' word, it tasted good. It tasted like any other sandwich that you couldn't tell was made from plants.
Twilight gave him a smug grin when the sandwich disappeared, causing him to cross his arms in defeat, a light dusting of red appearing on his cheeks.
"... Fine. Happy n-?"
*GURGLE*
Twilight's grin grew as she used her Force powers to lift her plate and sandwich over to him. It, too, disappeared.
"Yes, yes I am," she replied, her grin not faltering. Storm groaned slightly, leaning his head on a hand.
"Okay, you win... Sparky," he said.
"Moving on, why were you undernourished in the first place?" she asked, staring straight into his eyes. Letting his displeasure at the question show, he grunted.
"Now, is that really any of your business?" he questioned, making her flinch.
"Well, no, but-"
"But what? Me being undernourished had nothing to do with you. And besides, I would've fixed it on my own... eventually," Twilight frowned.
"It might not be my business, but I've known someone who had some issues with malnutrition a long time ago. I was worried," she admitted. Storm blinked.
"Worried? Why are you worried about me? You're a princess; you have better things to worry about." he said, narrowing his eyes at her. She blinked at him before giving him a gentle smile.
"But you're my partner," responded the girl.
Storm was getting up from his chair and about to leave. The boy was hugged as Twilight rushed over to him and embraced the Jedi Knight. Her arms wrapped around his body to keep him from escaping while burying her head into his chest. The boy tried to break free from the princess' grip but couldn't. He was about to scream at her for hugging him when he heard soft sobs.
"Please... promise me you don't do it again. Please. I don't want to lose you." said Twilight speaking into Storm's chest before lifting her head.
The boy looked at the girl's face as he saw the slight sniffs. The sight of seeing the princess sad tugged a bit at his heartstrings, which normally wouldn't happen to someone like him in the past. But the princess did.
"Alright, I promise."
"You're not just saying that to get rid of me, right?" asked Twilight.
The teen raised his hand and wiped the little water from her eyes. He lifted it to brush away the strand of hair that fell in front of her as his touch grazed and sent shivers down her spine. All while keeping his eyes focused on her.
"I mean it," said Storm.
"Thank you," smiled Twilight.
The smile she was giving him seemed so... nice. It struck a small cord in him. It was too nice. He had food in his stomach now, so why was her smile affecting him so?
The two of them had split ways after ten minutes, where Storm had finally headed back to Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie returned a few minutes after his return, and Storm had taken back the cold pack he'd lent her. As it was, he hadn't forgotten about Rosary. He spotted her around town while talking with Twilight, looking almost absurdly suspicious. With the way she was looking around as she moved, staring almost obsessively at the princess when they passed.
The moon had risen gently into the sky, replacing the sun hours ago. After checking up on the boundary of the Everfree, Storm made his way into town to begin his patrol, keeping an eye out as he did so. His ears twitched as he moved, seeking even the slightest vibration to pick up on. The boy's Force powers sense the slightest disturbance.
The eerie silence, however, persisted, leaving him hearing nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat. His feet crept along the dirt road as he stalked along, keeping close to the leftmost buildings, staying as hidden in the shadows as he could. His lightsaber was comfortably on his belt and ready for him to pull out. This was his element, where he lived and thrived as the strongest.
*CRUNCH*
And nothing could hide from him here.
Rushing towards the noise, moving with all the sound of a shadow, Storm blurred between buildings as he honed in on the general location of the disturbance.
*RUSTLE*
It would appear the intruder was clothed, likely by a cloak to preserve their identity. Whether this potential enemy was Rosary or not meant nothing. Storm spotted his prey coming to a halt outside the alleyway by Sugarcube Corner. Three people stood in the middle of the road, staring directly at the bakery's front door.
Of the three figures, the largest one, and furthest from him, stood about two heads taller than Storm, with the shortest and closest standing just under his eye level. All three wore dark cloaks, with hoods shadowing their faces. Confirming their genders, the two smaller figures were female, and the larger one was male.
Recently, there had been reported breaking from the folks in town. Night Light had sent his guards to investigate the break-ins as the only thing left by them was graffiti with the mark of a crescent moon with the background in black. Coupled with seeing Rosemary, the Jedi Knight had a suspicious feeling. So for the past few days, he'd been scouting and trying to track down the mysterious thieves. This was why he was so malnourished when Twilight saw him collapse to the ground. But it turns out his theory was right.
"So... is this the place, Rosary?" the center figure spoke.
"Yes, Midnight-er- I mean, yes, Ma'am!" the shortest replied, stuttering slightly.
Well, at least they're not smart.
Withholding a sigh, Storm began creeping towards them, keeping himself hidden from sight.
"Breaker, be a dear and open the door," Midnight said, gesturing towards the large figure.
"On it," he grunted, his voice strangely high for someone his size. Storm tensed, ready to attack, but stopped himself when he spotted something gleaming around their necks.
A strange necklace adorned the necks of the three individuals. A dark blue head was resting atop a crescent moon, with a pair of holes for eyes in the shape of a bat's.
Breaker walked up to the door and, true to his name, wasted no time and completely knocked the door down, no doubt waking the Cakes and Pinkie. Guess being subtle wasn't their forte. The three of them rushed inside, with Storm quickly slinking in afterward.
"Alright, Breaker, take care of the owners. Rosary, you check the other rooms. I'll take the girl," Midnight ordered.
The two of them saluted before the three of them headed upstairs. Storm frowned. One by one, it is.
Rosary couldn't help but feel a little giddy! Finally! They were taking the next step to ensure the Night Mother would finally return and take back the land that belonged to her! Maybe when she returned, she'd gift Rosary with one of her wonderful nightmares! Oooooohhhh! The thought alone sent almost orgasmic shivers down her spine!
She pushed her way into the empty room. She guessed it was cute, painted in baby blues, with a bunch of toys littering the floor. The couple must be expecting some kids. She went to take a step back when the whole world went dark.
Breaker didn't like his job. In fact, he wasn't sure how he ended up in this silly Cult. He had a good education, a nice job, and a wonderful wife and foal. Why was he here again?
...
Right, his wife was an idiot sometimes. Honestly, just because she doesn't like working so early didn't mean she had to drag him and their foal into some creepy cult so that she could sleep in. Ugh... oh well. He loved her anyway.
But he felt terrible about this. A married couple, just like him and Bunsen. They were just stuck in the middle. They didn't HAVE to hurt them, and, hopefully, if he could properly explain the situation, they and their soon-to-be children could get out of this whole thing without any injuries. He really hoped nothing went wrong with this.
He wrenched their door open, finding a tall, lanky man and a short, slightly pregnant woman huddling together in the corner, looking terrified beyond belief. It hurt him to see others like that, but he really didn't have a choice.
"He-" he tried to say, but a massive blow to the back of his head removed him from the waking world before he could hope to finish.
The massive body of Breaker fell to the floor in a dead slump, an almost noticeable bump on the back of his head. Rolling his eyes, he tossed the limp body of Rosary on top of him before looking to the Cakes. They were sitting in the corner of their room, completely frozen in place with eyes locked onto him.
"Stay here," ordered the shadow before turning towards Pinkie's room, where his final victim had already snuck into.
Rushing towards the open doorway, Storm spotted Midnight looming above Pinkie, who was sleeping happily on her bed, completely oblivious to the ongoing threat. Suppose it could even be called that. He burst forward, not wasting any time, wrapped his arms around Midnight's neck and gave a quick pull, causing her to stumble backward.
"Wha-?!"
Bringing a fist back, he crashed it into her face, caving in and sending her unconscious. He glanced at Pinkie before relaxing a little when she remained happily asleep. He gave her a gentle pat on her sleeping head, causing her to smile before he dragged Midnight down the hall. Stopping to pick up both Rosary and Breaker, he glanced at the Cakes.
"Follow me," Storm ordered again before dragging the three down into the kitchen. Depositing the three criminals on the floor, he turned to the two still scared people behind him.
"Alright. First of all. Quit shaking," he snapped, making the two stiffen suddenly, "And second of all," Storm flicked on the light, revealing his appearance, "It's me," The bakers stared at him, wide-eyed before Mrs. Cake's shaky voice breached the silence.
"S-storm?!" she stammered.
"You saved us?!" Mr. Cake added incredulously. The boy nodded.
"Yeah, I did. Listen, I'm going to need you two to keep this-" he gestured to the bodies, "-a secret," They blinked.
"What?" Mrs. Cake asked,
"But you saved us! You're a hero, Storm!" he gushed, grinning widely. The Jedi Knight frowned.
"No. You WILL keep quiet about this," he said, already fishing around in his bag.
He pulled out his communicator and sent a message to the guards, who would soon arrive at the bakery. A quick shuffling from the cultists caught his attention, and, deciding he might as well, he walked over to them. The Jedi Knight approached Midnight as he took the necklace she was wearing and examined it. The boy was tracing his fingers on it as she tried to figure out the meaning behind the item. He heard a sound as it got his attention.
It appeared Midnight had woken up from her unconscious state, predictably, as she'd been hit the lightest, out of worry he'd wake Pinkie. Sighing slightly, he raised his hand over her head, ready to knock her unconscious again, only for her to suddenly spring up, a silver gleam between her hand. The woman tried to stab the boy as he side-stepped and kicked her in the back of her leg. She fell to her knees and turned as she was met with a sliding step-up knee to her jaw by Storm. She flew into the nearby case as the pots above jiggled slightly near the edge.
"Well," Storm began, "You two should head back to bed. Best I leave and let the guards handle this," he informed them, turning to walk off.
"W-wait!" Mr. Cake called, "W-we can't just let this kinda thing go! Y-you saved us."
"That's right, dearie," his wife spoke up, "It just wouldn't be right to have you do such a heroic thing and not take the credit. Surely there's something we could do or say, right?" she asked, looking hopeful.
Storm scowled at the thought but didn't let them see. Take credit? What did they think he was? A model? An actor? He didn't do this for recognition. If anything, he'd be fine dying without anyone even remember his name. He was a Jedi, after all.
Though he'd admit, a small, insignificant part of him craved the attention, the recognition. He'd done so much for the Republic and the Jedi Council, and what did he get in return? Money? It couldn't buy him happiness. Satisfaction?
Sometimes, he'd wonder what kind of life he'd have if it weren't this one. Would he have real friends? A simple, safe job? Maybe his name would be different. Maybe he would find love. Happiness. Maybe he'd be a regular boy instead of a Jedi. But he wasn't a regular boy.
He couldn't just go out and get a real job. He couldn't just play around with his friends. He couldn't find a nice girl, settle down, have some kids, and die knowing he didn't have a single regret. He couldn't just listen to the Jedi High Council and Luna. He couldn't live in peace. Not with how things were. Especially with the war going on.
Storm wouldn't do it for the recognition, but he knew, without a doubt, that they'd crack under the pressure if they didn't come to a compromise. The Jedi Knight looked at the bakers as he sighed.
"Don't go out of your way to talk about it. But if you have to, or are asked, just say that there was an attempted robbery, and I came along and managed to help you two chase them off," said Storm. "Understand?"
He asked, raising an eyebrow as they gave him a pair of mocking salutes. They'd obviously been spending too much time with Pinkie.
"Good," said Storm as he leaned and put a hand on the case. Soon the pot closest to the edge fell and hit the boy.
"Oh, shit!" said the Jedi Knight before falling to the floor.
The hospital showed a heart monitor as it beeped. In a little double room, there was a bed. Laying on it was Storm, who had awoken and taken in his surroundings. It was a quaint little room. Painted in sky blues with a white tile floor. It certainly gave the boy a quiet, sterile feeling.
Of course, the "quiet" part of it was ruined when the door was all but kicked open, and several familiar girls walked into the room. They didn't notice him because of the curtain beside him, but he spotted them carrying in Rainbow of all people. She seemed to have a bandage wrapped around her foot from the look. Storm sighed, fidgeting around slightly, ignoring the sharp pains still in his head. His forehead had been bandaged up, similar to Dash, although he was certain his injury was significantly more severe than hers. He was glad he didn't need stitches, though. The thought of those needles they'd need sent shivers down his spine.
"When's she gonna wake up, doc?" the accented voice of Applejack asked, turning to the man who'd admitted both himself and, apparently, Dash.
"Well, it should only be a few minutes," he said, the sound of paper flipping, likely he was checking the clipboard, "It's only a minor sprain. It's the injury to her head that's keeping her here as well. I'm sure she'll be out in a day or two. Like our other patient here," he added under his breath, likely throwing a glance in Storm's direction.
"Oh, I'm so worried!" the quiet voice of Fluttershy continued, not hearing the doctor's last statement.
"Is her face gonna stay like that?" Pinkie's high-pitched voice spoke up from beside Fluttershy's. Storm blinked. Her face?
A sudden spur of motion, followed by a scratchy groan, signaled Dash's awakening.
"Great! How long am I going to be stuck here?" Dash asked, sounding oddly desperate.
"That mostly depends on your recovery," Stables said, "But like I just told your friends, it'll only be a few days at most."
"A few days! I got things I need to do, Doc! Like sleep. You girls gotta get me outta here! I'm gonna climb the walls if you don't!" shouted Rainbow.
"Ooh! Just like a spider! Did the crash give her super spider powers?!" Pinkie asked, turning to Stables at the end.
"No," he deadpanned, "Nor did it give her amazing healing powers. She will be staying here for a few days so we can make sure there's no permanent damage done to her ankle or brain," he said.
"A few days?" Dash groaned, "Might as well be a few months. Or a few years!"
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Rainbow Dash," Stables said, lifting the clipboard hanging off of Storm's bed, "It could be much worse. You could've been given a concussion after all," he said, walking over to Storm's side of the curtain, staring at him deadpan, which caused the boy to roll his eyes.
"Concussion? What dumbass would get that?" Dash muttered. Storm saw Stables shake his head before he set the clipboard down.
"As for you, Mr. Storm, you're lucky. The blow to your head wasn't vital, so that you won't be having an extended stay here at Equis General. That being said, it's still a concussion. Usually, it would take, at most, a few weeks, but seeing your recovery so far, I'm inclined to say that you'll be out around the same time as Miss Dash over there, if not tomorrow," he said, jerking his head to the side.
Storm's only response was a sigh, leading the doctor to chuckle a little.
"Well. Get some rest. I'm sure the girls will leave soon, so you'll hopefully have some peace and quiet. Though with Rainbow Dash as a roommate, I honestly doubt it," Stables said, giving Storm a cheeky grin before he turned and left the room.
The Jedi Knight deflated slightly at the thought. Honestly, he'd rather just leave now. It's not like the injury would keep him down.
"-roommate!" shouted Storm as he quickly blinked at the doctor's statement.
The curtain beside him was suddenly drawn back, revealing him to the six girls, with Pinkie being the one to pull the curtain.
"Storm?" Twilight asked, staring at him incredulously.
"Hey," he said, leaning back against his pillow,
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"It's a hospital," he snapped, "Why do you think I'm here?" he asked, gesturing to his bandages wrapped around his forehead.
"Oh my, what happened?" Fluttershy said, walking over to him with a look of real worry on her face. Slightly surprised by her actions, Storm answered with a smirk.
"I got knocked in the head," he said, noting from the corner of his eye that Dash winced.
"What!?" Twilight shouted, "Why?!" she asked, pushing past Rarity and Pinkie until she stood beside him. Her face was inches from his. He blinked before sighing.
"There was an attempted robbery at Sugarcube Corner," he said, recalling the story he'd told the Cakes, "I was taking a nightly walk when I spotted some people breaking in. I ran in to help, managed to help knock 'em out before I got hit in the head with a pot. I woke up here afterward."
"They didn't mention a robbery..." Pinkie muttered, looking concerned.
"Where are those fiends now?" Rarity asked, also walking over to him. He noted that Dash looked annoyed when she saw her friends moving over to him.
"Hey! I'm still here, you know!" she shouted angrily, causing her friends to look over at her.
"Oh, relax, Rainbow Dash," Rarity said, giving her a calm smile, "We're just making conversation, is all. Don't tell me you're jealous that he's getting all our attention?" she asked teasingly, causing Dash to go red. However, Storm wasn't sure if it was an angry red or an embarrassed red.
"What?! No! I'm WAAAYY too awesome to be jealous of anybody, especially him!" she snapped, "Are you girls gonna help me get outta here or what!?" Rarity frowned at her tone, but Twilight rushed past her before she could speak.
The princess stopped at the door, where a nurse pushing a book-laden cart had just passed, before she turned back to the room, holding a book in her Force grip. Jogging over to her injured friend with a large smile, she floated it over to her, where it landed softly in Dash's hands.
"What's this?" she asked, "Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone?"
"Hooray, you can read," snickered Storm, which Rainbow gave him the middle finger as her response.
"It's about a treasure hunter named Daring Do and her bodyguard, Hurricane, who go around the world searching for its greatest treasures! And it's the first one in the series!" Twilight said, ignoring Storm, "I own all of them!" she added, grinning widely. Dash tossed the book to the side, conveniently landing next to Storm.
"Yeah, no. I sooo don't read," Rainbow said, "I'm a world-class athlete. Reading's for eggheads like you, Twilight. No offense, but it's undeniably, unquestionably, uncool."
Storm sighed to himself as the girls laughed at Dash. He glanced at the book she'd thrown before he picked it up. The cover boasted a simple design of a tan girl with gray-scale rainbow hair and red eyes hanging onto a vine. Her archeologists' vest clung tightly to her thin frame as she held on. An alligator was underneath her, looking like it had just lunged after her. Of course, it was ruined by the brown boy pulling on its tail with his fanged maw. His hair was that of a darker shade, chocolate. Swayed in the wind, his hair was mostly hidden by a pith helmet that didn't seem to fit him.
Storm gave a light scoff at the sight of the cover.
"You really outdid yourself, huh?" spoke the Jedi Knight to himself.
"Come on, Rainbow Dash, reading is for everybody," Twilight laughed.
"Yeah, who doesn't like readin' a bang-up tale from time to time?" interjected the farm gal.
"It's almost as lovely as silk pajamas on a Sunday morning. Heh," Rarity added, tittering sheepishly at the looks she received.
"Yeah! I love reading, and my head isn't even close to the shape of an egg!" Pinkie gushed.
"Especially after all those apples hit it," Storm couldn't help but add, earning a laugh from the pink girl.
"Alright, everyone!" came a voice from the doorway, where a pale pink nurse stood, "It's time for Rainbow Dash and Mr. Storm to get some rest. You can all come back tomorrow, though!" she said, waving each girl goodbye as they passed. Twilight stayed behind for a moment, however.
"I think you'd like Daring and Hurricane, Rainbow. They're a lot like you. Adventurous, fierce, and undeniably, unquestionably, unstoppable!" she said with a wide grin before she began towards the door. The door shut behind her, and the nurse, Storm, caught the princess engaging the nurse in a conversation.
"Could you make sure the Jedi in there, Storm, eats all his food?"
"Oh, is this about his malnutrition?"
"Yes! I'm sure you understand how serious that is?"
"Of course, princess! I wouldn't be doing my duty as a healthcare provider if I let somebody starve themselves. Don't worry; the rest of the staff and I will do our best!"
Storm chuckled lightly. Her concern was genuine, it seemed. To talk to the nurse about that behind closed doors, without the knowledge of his high hearing, was almost definite proof that she felt concerned. It was... nice.
He supposed he could also spread that particular sentiment to the other girls. Fluttershy had been the first one to approach him and ask if he was alright, and Pinkie, from what he saw, was too busy staring in shock at his bandages to do more than just stand there, even if she managed to snap herself out of it at the end. Dash was the only one who didn't express any positive reaction. Well, he'd put that out of mind for now. As of now, he, like Dash, was stuck with nothing to do for at least a day.
...
Shit!
Eight hours.
That was how long he'd had to deal with Rainbow being an annoying piece of shit.
She'd managed to rope the staff into getting her a rubber ball, which she'd spent about two hours just bouncing back and forth between herself and the wall. Then another two hours were spent with her trying and failing to get Storm to laugh at her atrocious jokes. Then she played around with her food when dinner came around for an hour. Then she spent the last three in a mixture of messing with her lamp and slamming her head against her bedboard. The Jedi Knight really hoped she had brain damage at this point. And when it was time for lights out, he hoped she'd just sleep.
Now he was stuck, in a vain attempt to get some sleep himself, as she continued slamming her head against the board. He was about six more hits from snapping at her, regardless of his injuries. Then, as if the Force itself heard his prayers or, more likely, his curses, she stopped. Only for her to pick up the book!
"Daring Do wasn't having the best day. She wasn't sure how it happened, but she somehow had gotten roped up with some boy as her bodyguard." she read aloud, causing Storm to twitch, "Now she was stuck in some god-forsaken forest with a sprained ankle and some annoying company. At least he had bandaged it up, she thought, but now she couldn't walk for a couple of days. Days. Might as well be a few months, or even years!"
"Shut up!"
Her mouth snapped shut at his yell just as she recoiled away from him, his seething glare burning into her very soul.
"If you're going to read," Storm began, his voice low in a deathly whisper, "Then read. Quietly. Or else," he finished, snarling at the end.
Feeling satisfied at having cowed Dash for a moment, Storm allowed himself to flop back into bed. The Jedi Knight drifted to dreamland as a particular vision from the past occurred.
"Dammit!"
*CRACK*
"GAH!"
"Hehehehahahaaaa!"
"Quit laughing!"
"Fat chance! That was hilarious!"
Daring growled at the amused padawan, her eyes promising bloody murder if he didn't shut up. While her attitude certainly needed some adjustment, Storm could admit that Daring was an interesting girl. Her reactions were certainly funny as well. She growled at him before turning to her bandaged ankle and pulling out a few twigs that had gotten lodged in her hair.
That hadn't been his intention when he'd pushed that branch out of his face, but, at the same time, it was her fault for following so closely behind him!
"It's not my fault you've sprained your ankle," he repeated, as it was the primary reason for Daring's pissy mood, "That boulder was gonna crush you. You'd be dead if it weren't for me," he said, grinning at her cheekily.
"This coming from the uninjured padawan," she growled at him, plucking the last leaf from her hair.
"Hey, I'm a padawan transitioning into a Jedi Knight. I'm about to complete my trials," said the boy.
"Whatever. My fault or not, why are you still here?!" she snapped. Storm rolled his eyes.
"What, that rock give you brain damage too?" he snarked, "You know as well as I do that my orders are damn near-absolute. I go where you go, and you ain't getting rid of me, per your father's orders."
The statement only seemed to further her awful mood, as evident by her heated glare, but it vanished as they finally moved again, having paused at Daring's shout.
The pair trekked along the path, following the map. They came to a rock wall as they looked up. While the girl was trying to come up with a way for her to climb without further damaging her ankle, she soon felt something below her. She was being lifted as Storm had her on his back with his hands under her thighs.
"Hey, watch where you're putting your hands! And give me a warning, next time!" shouted the girl, turning all sorts of red.
"Just hang on," said the senior padawan.
Storm approached the wall as he began to climb it with Daring having her arms wrapped around his neck. The Jedi did his best to ensure they didn't fall while keeping his strength from fading. With all the Jedi exercises his master put him through, it was a breeze climbing up the wall. While the boy was climbing, Daring saw the determination on his face as it got her to smile. The girl rested her head on his back and sighed blissfully.
She'd imagined talking to the locals, searching the sites, and then finding and digging up the statue, not venturing into giant forests seeking some long-lost temple, while having to deal with some lunatic hunting the treasure she sought and an aggressive, annoying, ass of a Jedi. Though, she'd admit it wasn't all bad. She had fun! She hadn't thought being this hands-on with the whole thing would be as entertaining as it was! And, perhaps most surprisingly, was the Jedi currently carrying her.
While aggressive and somewhat annoying, Storm had proved to be a highly intelligent boy. Identifying flora and fauna on sight and providing much-needed information regarding them, including weaknesses, dangers, uses, and a small bit of history, a skill very few people she knew held. Couple that with his skills in hunting, foraging, scouting, fighting, and overall survival, he was, perhaps, the best possible companion she could've asked for on this journey.
He was also pretty easy on the eyes, but that was more of a bonus than anything. If only he were more approachable; they could probably be decent friends. Perhaps... even more than friends.
The pair were now approaching a cliff. They looked across to see the other side. The Jedi had an easy idea of carrying Daring ove-. Or... she could do the dumb thing and swing across on a vine. Yeah, that worked.
Sighing to himself, he followed the girl's poor example and crossed the chasm but chose to use his Jedi powers and leaped over the giant chasm in one bound. He landed next to her, causing her to laugh at him and the powers he possessed sheepishly. Apparently, she'd forgotten. He groaned; this was going to be annoying.
Storm groaned a little as he woke. He groaned a little, shifting around in the bed. Hearing some shuffling, he glanced to the side, finding Rainbow still reading that Daring Do book from yesterday. At least she was quiet now.
Returning his attention to himself, he felt... odd. It had been so long since he'd gotten a full night's rest that he'd forgotten what it felt like to be so... refreshed. Now that he was putting his attention into it, he felt lighter, more awake than usual, which, he knew, was to be expected. There was a loud series of knocks on the door, causing Storm and Rainbow to look up, although Dash immediately shoved the book underneath her blankets for whatever reason.
"Hey Rainbow Dash!" came the unified voices of Twilight and Fluttershy as they walked into the room, "You too, Storm," the princess added after a moment.
"Oh, of course..." Fluttershy added quietly, giving Storm a small smile, before hiding behind Twilight.
"Anyway," Twilight began, rolling her eyes at Fluttershy, "We brought your favorite board game, Battleclouds!" she said, levitating a box onto Dash's bed. Said girl looked beyond nervous, carefully nudging the book she'd hidden with her hand.
"You came at a bad time," Storm interrupted, causing the three to look at him, with Rainbow doing so almost appreciatively, for some odd reason.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Fluttershy began, "I didn't realize-"
"Why? What's wrong?" Twilight cut her off, throwing her an apologetic look after.
"Crash over there was busy reading that book you gave her. Looked like she was trying to burn a hole through it with how hard she was staring at it. Pretty sure she read all night, too," he said, ignoring the furious glare Dash was sending him.
"What?" Twilight asked, looking at the girl in question, "Is that true, Rainbow?"
"Wh-whaaaat?" the girl asked, laughing nervously as sweat began to form on her brow, "No way! Reading's for eggheads, Twilight. And- h-hey! Fluttershy!" she snapped. While she was busy trying to cover up the book, the shy girl spotted it and, in her innocent curiosity, grabbed it and took it out, revealing it to the intellectual princess.
"Oh my gosh, Rainbow Dash!" Twilight gushed, happily taking the book in her grip, "You actually read the book!?" she asked.
Dash sighed, "Yeah, alright. I admit it. I'm an egghead," she glared at the wall to her left.
"What?" Fluttershy asked,
"You heard me, Shy. An egghead. I like reading, okay?! It was just so awesome reading about Daring Do's awesome adventure, how she and Hurricane traveled through the forest, how they fought amazing monsters, and how cool it was when he straight up punched that animal in the face!"
"What?" Fluttershy asked in her small voice, "Why would anybody punch-?"
"I know!" Twilight gushed, unintentionally cutting the shy girl off, "Daring and Hurricane are such amazing characters! And so realistic too! I feel like A.K. Yearling based them off real people in her life!" she added.
"Alright, everyone!" the door burst open, revealing the nurse from the other day, "It's breakfast time for Rainbow Dash and Storm!" she said happily, "I'm afraid you'll have to leave, for now, you two." Both girls left and allowed the nurse to bring a small tray-laden cart filled with the... Well, he supposed it was food of some kind.
"So, how should we go about this?" he asked, ignoring the bone that snapped underneath his foot. Daring jumped at the sound and glared at him when she figured out the source.
"Obviously, we just avoid the traps, grab the treasure, and get out," she answered.
With dark brown tiling along the ceiling and walls, she had difficulty seeing if it wasn't for the boy's lightsaber that provided some decent light.
She shivered slightly at the feeling of one of the many beetles on the ground crawling up her leg before she flicked it off. She really hoped this was a quick in and out.
Something under her foot suddenly gave way, and she was shoved downward, an ax barely scraping the top of her hat as it embedded itself into the wall to her left. Her legs were forced apart when a trap door opened up directly beneath her, and, thankfully, she was fast enough to jump out of the way herself, with Storm right behind her, though with less panic in his motions.
She went to move forward but stopped when a dart grazed her nose. She was forced to duck and jump forward when more of those damn things started firing out of the wall. Her heart pounded as she found herself jumping and rolling forward, avoiding the darts with some help from the Jedi now and then.
She wasn't an athlete, dammit!
Finally, the darts seemed to end, and she sighed in relief when Storm suddenly pulled her hand, just as a spike shot up from the ground, nearly impaling her. The boy pulled the girl into his chest as he barely managed to keep her from dying. The adrenaline rushed through the girl's body as she looked at Storm. The light from his lightsaber allowed the red that was forming on her cheeks to be visible at how close she was to the padawan and being held in his arms.
"Perhaps, I should lead?" the boy said as the girl had no problem with that.
Any thoughts of scolding him were further disrupted when he suddenly lifted her into his arms bridal style and began to run.
"Hellooooo, Rainbow Dash!" came the high-pitched voice of a familiar baker, just as the door opened, "And helloooo to you too, Storm!"
Pinkie skipped into the room, followed loosely by Rarity and Applejack. The pink girl skipped over to Dash, seemingly unaware of the presence of three of her friends. She was snapped out of her reading. Rarity, however, wasn't as oblivious.
"Rainbow Dash! Are you reading a book?!" That caught Dash's attention. She yelped in fright, almost throwing the book at Storm a second time, before recognizing her friends.
"Uh, what?! N-nononono! Of course not!"
"She is. Has been all day, and probably all last night too," Storm interjected, earning yet another glare from Dash.
"Hehehe, so much fer readin' bein' 'only fer eggheads,' huh Dash?" Applejack asked, laughing at the red on the athlete's face.
"Fine. Twilight and Fluttershy already caught me. Go on, call me an egghead," she muttered, crossing her arms.
"Now, Rainbow, whatever makes you think we'll do that?" Rarity asked, frowning at her friend.
"Yeah! Just cause you like reading now doesn't mean we'll suddenly all be big meanies!" Pinkie happily added.
"Really?" Dash asked, surprised, "Even after I made fun of it?"
"Eeyup,"
Rainbow smiled at the three but turned away before seeing it.
"Thanks, guys," she muttered, before huffing, "Well, enough sappy stuff, I gotta get back to reading about Daring and Hurricane!" she said, burying her nose back into her book, effectively ignoring everyone else, causing the girls to laugh.
Storm closed his eyes and sighed. Opening them back up, he was greeted by a pair of familiar baby blues.
"Pinkie, get out of my face," he deadpanned, earning a laugh as the excitable filly bounced backward, giving him some space, although she kept staring at him.
"Pinkie, darling, it's not polite to stare," Rarity gently admonished, to no avail. She sighed at Pinkie's antics but turned to Storm, "I trust you're doing all right, dear?" he shrugged.
"Yes, why?" he asked. Applejack spoke.
"It ain't often somethin' stops a robbery and ends up getting a concussion from a flower pot," she laughed sheepishly at the end.
"You've never gonna let me live that down, are you?" said the Jedi Knight.
"The Cakes told me about what happened," Pinkie cut in, her voice suddenly contrasting to its usual liveliness.
Storm glanced back at her, finding that her smile was gone, replaced by a small frown, and her brow was furrowed in thought. The wild bunch of curls she called a hair seemed... deflated, somehow, and it seemed to give the usually happy girl a completely different air about her.
"Okay," the Jedi said, noting how Rarity and Applejack seemed to shift uneasily, "Is there a problem with that?" he asked. Pinkie continued staring at him, but eventually, she stood up and walked over to him.
"Thanks," she said before the pink girl enveloped him in a crushing hug.
The strength used didn't bother him much, but the amount of affection did. Especially when he felt Pinkie's tears start hitting his shoulder.
"Thank you, thank you!" she sobbed, "I-I don't know what I'd do without them!... An-and if those mean ol' robbers took everything, then they'd have to l-leave, and I'd lose them!"
He fought off the instinct to push her away and wrapped an arm around the crying teen, disregarding the awkward feelings it brought and the way Dash whipped her head away from them, beet red.
It seemed that Rarity and Applejack were just as, if not, even more, surprised than he was.
"Uh... you're welcome?" he said, uncertain. He didn't have to deal with sad people often.
Pinkie didn't let go of him; rather, she squeezed him tighter, as if afraid of letting go. Eventually, however, they were interrupted.
"Alright! Dinner time for- oh! I'm not interrupting something, am I?"
"Oh, um, no," Rarity answered for him, "Pinkie's just a little... emotional right now. Come on dear, it's time for us to leave," she said, that last part to Pinkie.
Rarity gently placed a hand on the girl's shoulders, prompting her to let go of Storm finally, but not before the puffy-eyed girl gave him one last smile. It was smaller than her regular smiles, but, for some reason, he felt that it expressed her joy far more than any other ever had.
"Well, that's just precious," the nurse spoke up suddenly, "I suppose the dear will be happy to know that you'll both be checked out tomorrow morning, Mr. Storm!" she said.
Rainbow didn't react to the admittedly good news, likely still too engrossed in the book to listen properly. The nurse left her dinner on the counter while she watched Storm eat his. Apparently, they were taking Twilight's suggestion seriously. The knowledge made him feel... content for now.
Storm sighed as the fresh morning air hit him and pushed through the hospital doors. The crisp smell of morning dew helped him relax slightly. He headed towards town, intent on seeing if anything happened while he was down. He paused as he entered the market, noting that there wasn't a single person in sight. Alarm bells began ringing in his head, but he ignored them.
He had the strangest feeling; he knew what was happening. His ears twitched slightly, picking up the vibrations from further in town and confirming his suspicions. He sighed.
"SURPRISE!!"
"Pinkie..."
"Were you surprised!? I hope you were surprised because you didn't look surprised at your last party! Ooh! I was trying to make sure everything was perfect, and I forgot to-!" A hand cut off the happy girl, courtesy of Storm himself.
"I get it, Pinkie," he said, sighing. He looked around the place, finding a party very similar to the one he had for his birthday. The only noticeable differences between the two were the many folks present and the large banner that read: "Thanks for saving Sugarcube Corner from a bunch of robbers!"
He glanced back down at the bouncing girl and took his hand away.
"Well?" she asked, surprisingly calm given her previous excitement, "What do you think?" He blinked, finding the way she eagerly awaited his response strangely but sighed,
"... Why?" he asked,
"Because you saved the Cakes, duh!" Pinkie replied without hesitation.
"Yeah, but... why?" he asked again, gesturing to the party. Pinkie stopped bouncing, now looking confused.
"'Why' what?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Why would you throw a party just because I helped someone?" he clarified, frowning. She mimicked his expression before giving him a gentle smile.
"Because everybody in town and I wanted to say thank you!" she explained. The boy stared at her, uncomprehending, before nodding.
"O-... okay?" he said, still uncertain. Pinkie grinned before jumping up and turning around.
"Alright! Let's PAARRRTAAAYYY!" she shouted, causing the crowd to erupt into cheers.
Storm stayed rooted to the spot, watching Pinkie bounce into the crowd with not a care in the world. As he did so, he felt a certain... warmth in his chest.
"You alright, Storm?" came the curious voice of Twilight, prompting sapphire eyes to meet amethyst, "You seem... out of it," she replied, a little more worried.
"I-I'm... I'm fine," he said, not really believing himself. The princess didn't seem to either.
"You sure?" she asked again, "It looked like you were... confused, I guess," she said, furrowing her brow, "Like you weren't used to being thanked," she added, locking her gaze with his own. He felt tempted to look away, to avert his gaze from the hungering purple orbs that sought to devour his secrets and claim that knowledge for their own. But he didn't.
"I've been thanked plenty of times... I just... they never... I never felt..." he stuttered, apparently unable to find the proper word. Based on what he was trying to say, Twilight felt she knew the word he was attempting to find.
"Appreciated?" she asked. He blinked at her interruption but nodded after a moment.
"Yeah... appreciated. I've never really felt... appreciated before. Not like this anyways," he admitted. Before shaking her head, the princess stared at him for a moment longer.
"Well, you are now," she said honestly, smiling at him, "Really, the Cakes mean a lot to the people here in Equis. I can't imagine it without them here. So, thank you."
Storm blinked at her response before a small grin made its way onto his face, "Well, it's no problem," he replied, walking past her, "It's just what I do."
"That's why I'm glad to your partner. And I'm gonna miss this when it comes to an end. I only hope whoever comes after me knows how much of an influence I had on you." said Twilight with a smile.
"Yeah, about that. You're not the first partner I've ever had," responded Storm.
"W-what?" said the princess as she was shocked. To think that she wasn't Storm's first, but again, he should have known. A boy like him, a Jedi as powerful as him, he probably had tons of people who he'd been assigned to as partners and were probably better than her.
"I- I see. I guess that's my fault. It was foolish to think that I was your first. I mean, come on, Twilight. You're so stupid." muttered the girl to herself.
"Look, you may not be my first, but you're the definetely the partner that I have the most fun with," Storm approached Twilight as he grabbed the princess' chin with his hand.
The boy looking into the girl's eyes as their faces were inches apart. Twilight could feel the boy's warm breath as she licked her lips slightly. The sight of her partner being up close and personal, sent shivers down the princess' spine as any minute now, she felt like she would lose strength in her legs. The way the boy spoke, his silver tongue. The way his words had an effect on the princess, with just a simple sentence, she was under his control. She became pudding in a way when she felt Storm's touch as she kinda of enjoyed it.
"In a weird way, you make me smile," cooed Storm in a low, warm tone to Twilight. The girl now fully under his control as he gave a kind smile. "As much as I call you by it; you being a pretty, adorkable nerd. I think I can dig that as my partner."
The boy traced the princess' cheek as he moved his hand from holding onto her chin to the side of her face. Twilight's body moved on its own as she had her other hand grab onto Storm's left. The pair then went off to join the entire town in celebration. The necklace that Storm captured was shown. Little did the Jedi know that something major was soon to happen. Something that once was sealed for 1000 years was about to return.
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Wow, now that was unexpected.
Although, nice reference to read it and weep.
And Storm's other partner, that wouldn't actually be Daring Do now, would it. If it were, they'd be in for quite the shocker.
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Don’t forget what was mentioned at the very end.
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Wait, they didn't...did they?
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I was talking about the necklace that Storm took from one of the intruders.
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I assume Sombra. He's the only one I know.
Either that or Nightmare Moon.
Yeesh, there's so many MLP baddies it's kinda hard to keep track of them.
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It is one of the villains from the show, but I won’t say which one.
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No argument there.
You know, it'd be really surprising if Daring Do really was his previous partner.
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What did you think I meant?
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Just the assumption and simulation in my head.
Tends to play tricks on the mind.
My bad on that.
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Which was?
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The kiss...
Like I said. Assumption. My bad on that one.
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Yeah, that would be a big NO-NO if that were to happen.
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Like I said, my bad.