Wondersby ThePenDragonChaptersDear WonderboltsA trying parentGaining TrustDoctor's OfficeBack to schoolDear WonderboltsWonders By Dancing With Discord Dear Wonderbolts Dear Wonderbolts Hello my name is Scootaloo; I am an orange Pegasus with a magenta mane and purple eyes. I am here to tell you about my life. I was born in Manehatten, I was raised in a small orphanage in Canterlot after the Manehatten orphanage got full. I was dropped off where I spent over five years wishing of parents. One day I got my wish, I finally was adopted by two lovely ponies, one named Ruby the other Gem, and both were exceptionally well mannered and polite. However when I got to their house Gem my adoptive father stopped me, and said these words exactly. "Alright, now that you know where we live, here are our rules, you are to go to school, come back home do your homework, eat dinner, and sleep, that's it," It wasn't that easy though. I came home at 3:50 and Gem ran up to me, he questioned me. Where was I? Why did I come home so late, did I get in trouble? All those questions were asked by my adoptive father. When I struggled to tell him that I was put in detention he hit me. He then proceeded to put me on his lap and told me. "You hit your face on a door got it?" he asked scaring me. Me well, I simply nodded I had a hard time speaking to this stallion. He was so kind to me one moment, and then he got worse and worse. His hits got harder and harder. He scared me, my adoptive mother however, made him look like bucking marry pony, she forced me to do the dishes every night no matter how late, or how early, she would call me sometimes. "Scootaloo get in here!" she would call. Every time I walk down she hands me a scrub brush. I even do the cooking 364 days a year, they forget my birthday, and sometimes they even just called me "you." After two years of abuse I finally built up the courage to run away. A few times I was caught by Ruby and Gem. One day, I wasn't caught by them I just kept running and running. Finally after a week of non-stop running I finally felt my legs give out at the doorstep of a Canterlot house. A young stallion took me inside and nursed me back to health. As soon as I felt my vocal cords work again he asked me some questions. "What's your name, Why are you all alone, what happened to you?" he gave me no time to answer. Finally I got time to answer. "M...My name is Scootaloo, I ran away from my adoptive abusive parents, and I ran non-stop," I told the stallion. He nodded. "Well, my name is Jet Set, and this is Upper Crust," the stallion introduced. The mare offered shelter for the night. I quickly agreed. Later that night, I woke up in the middle of the night I overhead the stallion and mare arguing. "Look, I don't care that filly needs to stay for a while let's just let her stay a week," Upper Crust demanded. The stallion shook his head in disagreement. "No, we are not having some random foal stay with us!" he raised his voice. He was hushed by Upper Crust. "Shh you don't want to wake up Scootaloo do you?" she hissed. Jet Set laughed. "Now that you mention it yes!" he said ignoring his wife Upper Crust hushing him. "Look, let's just let her sleep the night, then we'll have a talk, alright?" she asked. Jet Set nodded in doubtful agreement. "Fine," he groaned. My heart was broken. I felt it snap. I thought I found a family that actually loved me though I didn't. So that night as soon as I got into my bedroom I climbed out the window and kept running. It was a long and tradable journey. I was later stopped by a sharp pain in my hooves something felt off about them. Some-pony walked up and asked "What's wrong little?" was the butter yellow Pegasus' words. I got up and fell over again I rolled on my side to my shook my front hoof was bleeding. "O...Oh my," the Pegasus picked me up and placed me on her couch. "You relax, I'll be right back," she left the room. This was when I met up with some unwanted ponies. "Well, there you are," a recognizable voice called out. "Oh, you must be this poor filly's parents, I'll let you take care of her," the Pegasus smiled. Ruby used her magic and levitated me off the couch and onto her shoulder she acted nice. When we were on the train back to Manehatten on came the on slot. "What were you doing, you know should feel lucky we don't throw you off this train!" he snapped. I muttered to myself in anger. "What's stopping you?" I muttered. I was shocked with his response "you're right," he lifted me off the ground and tossed me off the moving train. I tumbled to the ground. I was lucky to just have sprung my ankle. I was scared around this new town of Ponyville. Sincerely, Scootaloo A month later. Spitfire sat at her desk. She glanced at Soarin. "How many more?" she asked. He looked around the piles of letters. "Well looks like just one, by a filly named Scootaloo," Soarin told Spitfire who hastily grabbed the letter to get it over with. She looked over the letter; she felt a tear form in the corner of her eye. "This poor filly wins," Spitfire declared. Soarin nodded. "This was from Ponyville," he looked at Spitfire who was silently sniffing she wiped a few tears away from her eyes. She opened her eyes. "Let's for her sake deliver the letter by hand,” Spitfire sniffed. Soarin tilted his head. "Can I ask why?" he asked. Spitfire sighed. "It's personal," she said. Spitfire and Soarin landed on the ground. Of course Rainbow Dash was attracted to that. Scootaloo followed her. "Hello, I am looking for a filly named Scootaloo," she called out. Scootaloo's eyes widened. "Here!" she yelled flapping her weak wings to get her off the ground. "C'mon, take these notes," she said. Scootaloo cocked her head. "Notes, I thought there was only one note," Scootaloo said as she took the first one. It said. "Congratulations you win" it read. Scootaloo took the other one. This one read something more personal. "Dear Scootaloo, I wish the best of luck with your new mother, Spitfire," Scootaloo slowly looked up at her. Spitfire ruffled her mane. "Yep, that's right, I'm your mother now," Spitfire slowed her pace down. "Look let me explain. You see when I was about your age, I was an orphan too, I had abusive parents, I even had ideas of killing myself, but that was before I given flying another try around Canterlot I was noticed by Celestia and was hired. So I know how you feel," Spitfire looked at all the shocked faces. She chucked. "And, I am also moving here," she called out. A trying parentWonders By Dancing With Discord A Parent's Love three days later. Spitfire put down the comfy looking sofa. Spitfire swept away drips of sweat off her face. "Finally, we are all moved in," she said with a long pant. She sighed as she glanced at her new found daughter who was keeping to herself through the past three days. She tapped her table as she walked past her daughter. She took out a cold bottle of water. She took a quick sip before sitting down on the chair in front of Scootaloo. Scootaloo sighed and tapped her hoof on the hard wood table. "Do you do that often?" Spitfire asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sometimes, not all the time," she responded. Scootaloo looked out the new house's window. Spitfire admired the architecture of the house. "Do you like the house?" she asked staring at Scootaloo. For more than two minutes there was no response. "Yeah, sure," she was quiet. Spitfire knew why. She smiled as she got up to open the window. Spitfire cleared her throat. "So, do you like your room?" she asked kindly. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure it's alright," Scootaloo slowly responded. Spitfire sighed. She wasn't much of a fan of small talk. She looked at the little orange filly. "Do you have school today?" she asked. Scootaloo shook her head. "Nah, it's Sunday," Scootaloo wasn't into small talk either though it was easier than the longer questions. "Oh...well, hmm...do you want to run to the market?" she asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "Whatever," she said getting up from her chair. She grabbed her saddlebag. "Are you ready to go?" Spit asked turning to Scootaloo. Her words was followed a roll of Scootaloo's eyes. "Yeah, yeah," she followed Spitfire to the market. She saw Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon who gazed at her. "Well, well, if it isn't the blank flank where's your blank flank friends?" she mockingly asked. Scootaloo sighed as she looked at Spitfire who was at a stall. She looked at Scootaloo for a moment and walked over. "Are these some of your friends Scootaloo?" Spit asked. Diamond Tiara huffed. “No!" Diamond declared. Scootaloo looked at her flank. Spitfire looked at Scootaloo's lowered head at her flank. "Were you picking on Scootaloo?" she asked. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. "And so what if I was who are you to ask?" she asked. Spit smiled slyly. "You right, are you going home?" she asked. "Soon why?" she asked with confusion on her face. Spit smiled slyly again. "I just was wondering." The two fillies walked away. Spit looked at Scootaloo. "Do you know where that pink filly lives?" she asked. Scootaloo nodded. "Why?" she asked. "You'll see soon," Spitfire smiled. Spitfire and Scootaloo walked to Diamond's house. She knocked on the door. The door opened to a slim figure with a light brown coat color. "Hello, can I help you?" he asked. Spitfire nodded. "Yes, can I talk with you, it's about your daughter," Spit asked. He nodded. "Yes of course come in, would you like something tea, coffee, water?" Rich asked. Spitfire looked at him. "Tea's good, can we also have a glass of juice?" she asked. He nodded. "Sure that's fine with me," he clapped his hooves to have some bring her order. Spitfire sipped her tea. She let out a sigh. "Now, this is about your daughter as I said," she started. "So, wait where are my manners? I'm Spitfire leader of the Wonderbolts, this is Scootaloo, I'm sure your aware that your daughter has been picking on Scootaloo my new daughter," suddenly the door slammed closed. "Diamond honey, can you come here for a moment?" Rich asked. Diamond went to her father. "Yes daddy?" she then saw Spit and Scootaloo. "Eep," she squeaked. "Is it true that you have been picking on this filly?" he asked. Diamond chocked on her words. "Um...n-n-no I-I-I never," she stuttered. Rich gave a stern gaze. "Have you?" he repeated. Diamond sighed. "Yes," she admitted. Rich got up. "I am disappointed, I assure you Ms. Spitfire I will punish her," he told Spit. "I hope so," she said in high hopes. Scootaloo was silent all the way until they got home. She smiled as she pulled out a box of cupcakes. "Eat up Scootaloo," she smiled warmly despite Scootaloo's mistrust. Scootaloo grabbed a cupcake. "Uh, thanks," she thanked. She nodded. "Of course, it's nothing," she yet again smiled warmly. She took a bite of the cupcake. "This is good," she admitted. "Haven't you had cupcakes from Sugar cube corner?" Spit asked. She shook her head. "Not often, I have had apple pies before," she said. She chuckled. "Yeah, that's where we differ, Soarin' one of the Wonderbolts and my husband, well, he has eaten pie even mine a few times," she chuckled, thinking about the last time, she walked into that though. "He really likes pie," she laughed. "Anyway, when your done would you like me to tuck you in?" she asked happy to do so. Scootaloo shook her head. "No, I am fine," she told her. However in reality she just still doesn't trust Spitfire as a parent. She sighed as she shook her plate off and put it in the sink. She immediately went to her bedroom. She closed it slowly, she lied down on her bed Maybe she isn't such a bad pony? No, what am I saying, she's just waiting for me to trust her, just as Gem and Ruby did, she's just waiting. Scootaloo thought before she fell asleep. After what was an hour Spitfire poked her head in Scoot's room seeing a filly laying on her bed out of the covers. She smiled and walked over. She used her wings to carefully cover Scootaloo up with the covers. After all she didn't want to disturb her. She kissed her forehead, and walked away. I hope Scootaloo learns to love me. Spitfire sighed as she walked into her own bedroom, and laid down under the covers. Gaining TrustWonders By Dancing With Discord Gaining Trust Scootaloo yawned as she got out of bed. She walked downstairs slowly. Spitfire noticed the magenta manned filly. "Good morning Scootaloo," Spit waved her hoof. "Hey Scootaloo, this is Soarin', he's your new father," Spitfire said. Soarin walked up to Scoot. "Hey there," he lifted his hoof for a hoofshake. Scootaloo flinched at the sight. "Soarin' Remember?!" she asked. He rubbed his head. "It's okay, I wasn't going to hurt you," he put his hoof on her back. "Well, anyway, how'd you sleep?" he asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "It was alright, I woke up with a headache, my nose was kind of different, and I was sore," that was the most Scootaloo spoke. "Sore you say?" Spit walked to Scootaloo and placed her hoof on her forehead. "Oh, you have quite a fever, well," she cleared her throat. "You go upstairs, I'll be up in a moment," she walked up to the phone mounted to the wall. "Yes, hello I'm Spitfire, I'm Scootaloo's mother, I'm afraid she's caught a cold, so she's not going to come in today. Yes I hope she gets well soon as well," Spitfire let out a sigh and put back the phone. "This might be not such a good time but I have to go bye," Soarin' closed the door behind him. Spitfire repeated. "Go back upstairs, and I'll be up with your breakfast, and some Apple juice," Spitfire told her. Spitfire took Scoots hoof and led her upstairs. Scootaloo swiped her hoof away. "I'm not four, I'm ten," she stepped away. Spitfire sighed. "I know that, but c'mon, you're sick," she added. Scootaloo just closed the door leaving Spitfire alone. Spit walked downstairs. Scootaloo sighed. Scootaloo heard something a cart. Scootaloo looked at the door. "So, comfy Scoot?" she asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure, it's fine," she rolled her eyes. Spitfire walked up to her smiling warmly. She placed her hoof on her head. "Well, you are defiantly improving," she said voice full of joy. Scootaloo looked at a cart that had a tray cover on it. "What in there?" she asked. Spitfire smiled. "You hungry?" she asked. Scootaloo nodded. "God, I got all this for you, since I wasn't sure your favorite breakfast I just made a few things," she pulled up the cover to show a plate, carrots, pancakes, apples, haycon, muffins, oranges, peaches, and eggs. "I hope you enjoy," she smiled. Scootaloo licked her lips at the large amount of choices. Well, so far she's better than Gem. She shook her head. "A-And this is for me?" she asked cutely looking at Spitfire. She nodded. "Of course, that's what a mother does," she smiled warmly. Scootaloo gave a light smile at her. "Dig in," she handed Scootaloo a fork, and spoon. Scootaloo sighed. "Thanks," she thanked. Spitfire shrugged "No problem Scootaloo," inside her felt warm and happy. She walked out the room. Spitfire knocked on the door. She then heard a muffled yet clear voice. "Come in," Spit opened the door slowly. "How was your breakfast?" Spitfire asked. Scootaloo sighed. "It was good," she admitted. "Do you think I could get some more apple juice?" she asked. Spitfire nodded and walked downstairs for only a moment. She came back up as quickly as she went down. She poured the apple juice in the glass. "There you go," she smiled. Scootaloo grabbed the glass. She took a quick sip. "Thanks," she thanked again. "No problem," she placed her hoof on Scootaloo's forehead. "Your fever is dropping it seems," she smiled happy. “I say another day and you'll be all better," she grinned. Scootaloo groaned. "Another day, of boredom," she sighed. Spitfire chuckled a bit. "I understand, how about a story?" she offered. Scootaloo nodded slowly. "Why not," Scootaloo got her Rainbow Dash doll that Rainbow Dash gave her. "Alright, once upon a time-" she was cut off. "Not this again, I hate those stories," Scootaloo groaned. Spitfire nodded. "Alright, I understand, how about this? One day there was a filly, her name Spitfire, she was abandoned by her parents, she was a blank flank, she was beaten by her adopted parents then later she was abandoned by them as well. She had spent two years of questioning her life if it had a meaning, if she should truly live or not, she had one knife in her hoof she got from the orphanage owner. She had one final decision she decided to fly around Canterlot, she then flew around the castle and the Princess of the sun noticed and put her in a room in the castle in return she would play in shows to impress the common ponies, and that's when she earned her Cutie Mark," she sighed and wiped tears from her eyes. Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Sure but, well, I ran for a really long time without a too long break, Scootaloo thought. Spitfire sighed and looked at Scootaloo. "Well, I need to go to the pharmacy, get some medicine, I'll see you later, be back soon, and in the meantime get some sleep," Spitfire advised. Scootaloo nodded. "I will," she smiled faintly at Spitfire. "Alright see you later," Spitfire closed Scootaloo's door. Maybe she does know what it's like? No, no she's still waiting. Scootaloo soon fell asleep and let her worries drift away. Doctor's OfficeWonders By Dancing With Discord Warning: This chapter has blood all around it read on now if you want. Doctor's Office Scootaloo opened her purple eyes. She coughed a bit. Not too bad. Scootaloo let out a long yawn. She heard her door open slightly with a creak. She turned to see who else but Spitfire. "Hey there champ. How are you feeling?" she asked. Scootaloo started a coughing fit which startled Spitfire. "It...It’s getting better," Scootaloo claimed. Spitfire nodded slowly. I've seen this routine millions of times, with my more dependent Wonderbolts. Spitfire didn't believe her for a second. She grew closer to Scootaloo. Suddenly Spitfire jumped back as Scootaloo again had a coughing fit. Scootaloo felt something though, something musty in her throat. Spitfire saw the orange filly gulped slightly. She was suspicious. She walked over to the orange filly. "Can I see your hoof?" she asked. Scootaloo tilted her head slightly. "Why?" she asked back. Spitfire ignored the question. "Give me your hoof," she said strictly. Scootaloo with a confused look on her face held out her hoof. "Oh sweet Celestia!" Spitfire yelled. "Y...Your hoof It...It's bloody!" she screamed. Scootaloo looked at where her palm would be there was blood there. She started a scream only to be cut off by a loud cough sending more blood out her mouth. "We have to get you to a hospital!" she picked up Scootaloo with her wings. Like most Pegasi even if Scootaloo knew how to fly, while they are sick they can't fly too well. Spitfire let the door open by itself. She set down Scootaloo. "Alright, go sit over there," she pointed at a seat. She then ran frantically to the desk. "Yes, do you have an appointment?" one of the nurses asked. Spitfire shook her head. "No, but, I think my daughter is in dire need of medical attention," Spitfire blurt out. "What makes you say that?" the nurse asked. Spitfire took a breath to calm down. "Okay, so my daughter, she was in bed getting rid of a cold she started to have yesterday, when I came in she started to cough frantically and soon, soon blood started to come out," she felt a jolt of scare run through her body in thought she might lose her adopted daughter. "Yes, that sounds something you need to talk to a doctor right away," the nurse put down a new patent. Spitfire let out a sigh of relief. She then took a seat next to Scootaloo. It's been two hours; Scootaloo's cough is only worsening. She felt her worry grow into terror. In the back of her head she heard voices. What if she's hurt? What if she's too sick? What if I never gain her trust? She wanted two things since she adopted Scootaloo. She wanted her to be safe, and she wanted her trust what if she is just short of her goal. Scootaloo turned her head as she had an even worse coughing fit. Spitfire felt something snap in her. She rose from her seat. She proceeded to the help desk. "Please miss, we're doing the best we can," she told the argumentative Spitfire. "I'm sure you are, but, well my daughter's condition is getting worse by the second!" she pointed at Scootaloo practically falling to the ground. The nurse nodded. "I see that, Ms. Spitfire, however, we still have many more ponies to see," the nurse sighed. Something snapped. "I don't give a flying feather about every-pony else, my daughter could cough her lungs out any moment, either you bring her with you or I'll do it myself!" she stomped her hoof on the desk. The nurse lowered her head. "Well, I-I can't do t-that, w-we have rules," she fought back. "Is one of those rules denying a possibly dying filly?" she leaned in at the die part. The nurse gave an auditable sigh. She rolled her eyes. "Fine, come with me," she opened the door. "That's more like it," Spitfire raised her head proudly. The nurse led them to a room. Soon a doctor walked in seeing the filly. "Um...I'm not sure you know this, but I only do serious injuries a-" he jumped back as Scootaloo coughed up some blood. The doctor put his hoof to his chin. "This is strange," he observed Scootaloo for a moment. "Can you open our mouth?" he asked. Scootaloo immediately opened her mouth as wide as she could. He looked around the mouth; there were spots the doctor could clearly see. "Well, I'll just say have her take this every week starting now," he handed her a tube. "The first dose is free for you," he told her. "Here, I'll give her the first shot," he grabbed a similar tube. He looked at Scootaloo as he put the tube on her flank. "Are you ready?" the doctor asked. Scootaloo gave a silent cough and nodded. "Yes," she said with a slight crackly voice. The doctor pushed the tube's top. A loud click filled the small white room. "Did you feel anything?" Spitfire asked in a really worried tone. Scootaloo shook her head. "Nah, I've been s... never mind," she stopped herself. "And remember, if she does not take that medicine once every week, well, whatever is making her sick will start to slowly eat away at her, and if she is to miss a dose, the rest is useless, keep that in mind, be sure she takes it every week," the doctor warned. Spitfire nodded and walked out the door with Scootaloo. Spitfire and Scootaloo walked inside "When am I going to get better?" she asked out loud. Spitfire sighed sadly. "Look, you have got to remember to take this Flim Flam Super Speedy Healing nine thousand," she stopped Scootaloo half way up the stairs. Scootaloo nodded. "I know," she responded. Spitfire sent Scootaloo right to bed after dinner. She sighed as she sat on her bed. That was a close one, I almost lost her. Spitfire thought. She started to dream. She twisted and turned in her bed. Dear parents, Since I knew you all you did was abuse me, by the time you read this, well, I'll be gone by then. Off to start a new life. ~Spitfire Spitfire jolted awake. "Not again," she sighed. She kept waking up with the same dream. It frightened her what if she hadn't built up the courage to run away, would she still be captain of the Wonderbolts? Or would the Wonderbolts have even existed? She was the first ever Wonderbolt. She let a sigh slip her lips; she laid back and just stared at the roof of her room. Back to schoolWonders By Dancing With Discord Back to school Scootaloo walked with her mother. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Spitfire asked. She paused. "I can always home school," Spitfire pat her head. Scootaloo nodded. "Yes, I'm positive, I missed three weeks of school, I think I'm better now," Scootaloo looked at her saddle bag. "Remember if it acts up no matter the occasion take it." Scootaloo knew the consequences of a missed dose. Scootaloo stopped in her tracks. "Are we still going to the show tonight?" Scootaloo asked Spit who was smiling at the question. "Of course, in fact, I'm going to lead the flyers," Spitfire opened up her wings. "Tell you what, after tomorrow's show I'll teach you to fly how about that?" she asked. Scootaloo pondered the idea. Rainbow Dash wasn't too much into teaching her. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure, why not," she responded. In truth she's happy inside. She will get a lesson from one of the greatest flyers in all of Equestria. "Well, I'll see you after school, by the way give this to the teacher," Spitfire handed Scootaloo a letter. Scootaloo walked inside the classroom. She immediately gave the note to Ms. Cherilee. "My mom said to give you this," she said. Cherilee scanned the note. Dear Ms. Cherilee If you recall the cold Scootaloo got three weeks ago you'll understand this. We had recently learned this poor filly she has contracted a serous unknown disease with no name, hence it being unknown. If she is not to take the medicine she got from the doctor at the day it acts up she will miss her dose, if she misses the dose there is no help for her. If you see her cough way too loud then ask her to take the medicine. ~Sincerely Spitfire Ms. Cherilee's jaw went agape. "I...Is this true?" she asked leaning in on Scootaloo. Scootaloo sadly nodded. "Dead serious," she responded. "Well, then take it once you see fit," Ms. Cherilee said. Scootaloo nodded. "Yeah," Scootaloo agreed. "Go to your average seat, we were talking about math problems," she caught her up. Scootaloo sat down on her normal seat. "Okay class-" a colt raised his hoof for a moment. "Yes?" she asked calmly. The colt looked at Ms. Cherilee. "What exactly is that math problem on that board?" the colt asked. Cherilee looked at the board. "Uh...uh...it's...um...class dismissed!" Ms. Cherilee called out stumped on the math equation. Darn it, not even I know this problem, I...I don't even know how long this has been here. She sighed as she finished her thought. Scootaloo sighed. She noticed that Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom weren't in the classroom. She felt a heavy cough come over her as a fit of smaller coughs followed. It attracted Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's attention. The two walked over in the annoying stride they do. "What's a matter with you?" she laughed silently before she spook again. "Have you realized that you're going to be a blank flank forever?" she again laughed after mocking Scootaloo. Scootaloo looked inside her saddle bag. She ignored Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. She just grabbed the medicine. Diamond giggled. She swiped the medicine before Scootaloo used it. "What this?" she asked laughing afterwards. "Hey...give...that...back!" she yelled in between little coughs. Diamond stuck her tongue out at Scootaloo. "No," she bluntly said. "But...But...I...need...that!" she roared still in between slightly bigger coughs. "Why?" she questioned. Scootaloo didn't want to have to say it. She already gets bullied enough, what would happen if she was to say she has an unknown disease? Granted she'll learn soon enough if she doesn't take her meds. "Just...give...me...that!" she demanded only to get another stuck out tongue this time by Silver Spoon. "Why should we? I'm sure you wish there was a way out of being a blank flank," Diamond Tiara mocked. She laughed soon after, followed by Silver Spoon. "T...There is...I don't...have to...take my medicine!" she finally burst. "What?" Diamond tilted her head still keeping the medicine away from Scootaloo. Scootaloo let out a heavy sigh followed by a few minor coughs a little blood she saw on her own hoof. She concealed it for a moment. "Well, that pen you hold in your hoof, determines my life, I have something, something that requires me to take that every time the recoil effects if not taken is all other doses become obsolete and useless, and if that happens it well slowly but surely kill me!' Scootaloo suddenly coughed loudly. A spray of blood coated the grass below Diamond. "Ew!" she squealed. Scootaloo cleared her throat. "See?" she asked the stunned earth filly. Diamond Tiara nodded. "Yes, here you go, just stop that," she said handing her the medicine tube. Scootaloo nodded. "Thank you," she pressed the top after one more minor cough almost scaring Diamond Tiara half to death. Scootaloo walked in and kept doing school The bell rang every-pony ran outside. Scootaloo was met by Spit half way. She didn't bother landing. "Climb on Scootaloo," she smiled picking Scootaloo up off the ground. She flew them to her prep room. "One moment," she put a slight bit of make up on her cheeks. "Did you have any trouble?" Spit asked one eye shut on impact of the light brush for her make up. Scootaloo nodded a minute no more. "A bit," she admitted. Spitfire came to her. "Well, come here," Spitfire hugged Scootaloo tightly; Scootaloo reacted with wrapping her arms around Spitfire's body. The few weeks she has known her she did not return a hug from Spit. That warmed Spitfire's heart. "I...I trust you now," tears began to fall from her eyes. Spitfire pat Scoot’s back. "You know I trust you completely, I...I trusted you the first day, I knew you'd learn to trust me," it was Spitfire's turn to cry. After some more hugging Scootaloo and Spitfire's coats had many gray spots on them. During the flight which Scootaloo was watching intently. She was on the ref's back as requested by Spitfire. Even when she was with the ref there was still a crowd. Scootaloo watched as Spitfire glanced at Scootaloo for a mere moment. She smiled and winked at her. Scootaloo grinned. She watched and memorized every motion of Spitfire. She watched as Spitfire suddenly with no warning started to fall with an unknown cause, unlike most times she had lost her strength to pull up. She fell to fast for even the Wonderbolts to catch her. She hit the ground. Scootaloo saw as the ref picked her up with his muzzle, he knew that Scootaloo couldn't fly; Spitfire made that very clear. "I know you want to see if Spitfire is still...okay," he said. Scootaloo nodded. "I do," she admitted. She saw as two Pegasus ponies picked her up. She heard and saw they were doctors. She heard them talking amongst each other. "She's in serious condition, do you think she'll pull though?" one asked the other. The doctor sighed slightly. "Odds are that she won't," the other stallion sighed while saying his sentence. Scootaloo's heart broke. She immediately encountered some random stallion. "I'm sorry, but I've heard you are her daughter, is there any-pony else you can stay with?" the stallion asked. "Wh...Where are you taking her what hospital?" she asked. The random stallion looked at her. "The closest one is Ponyville's, but you didn't answer the question, do you?" he asked Scootaloo again. She nodded. "Yeah, my dad," she said. He nodded. "I'd recommend you go to him," the stallion asked. He was stopped by Scootaloo. "Why does this concern you?" Scootaloo asked. He reached in his saddle bag and pulled out a badge. It was real it read. Cloud Chaser, Badge number 92014, Detective Scootaloo looked at him. "You're part of the CDPD?" she asked him who nodded. "You can visit your mother in the hospital later," he said. Scootaloo cocked her head. "Wait she's not dead?" she was amazed it was a hard fall. He shook his head. "No, just in a comatose state," he said. "I'm going to visit her every week," she told herself. Epilogue: "I'm still here" Five years later The hospital door opened with a creak. Scootaloo walked to her mother's bed. She sat down on a chair. Scootaloo felt a tear form in the corner of her eye. "Hey, I'm still here, I'd like to say something. I'm sorry I wasn't trusting of you the first week, I wish I was in honesty, maybe I wouldn't have been here in the first place," she let out a cough. "Hehe, do you remember this?" she pulled out the tube with the words 'Flim Flam Super Healing nine thousand' Of course you remember," Scootaloo sighed. "I guess it's going to be yet another birthday without you," Scootaloo lowered her head she heard the loud click of the tube. Scootaloo's eyes started to tear up. "I...I miss you," Scootaloo stroked Spitfire's mane.
Dear WonderboltsWonders By Dancing With Discord Dear Wonderbolts Dear Wonderbolts Hello my name is Scootaloo; I am an orange Pegasus with a magenta mane and purple eyes. I am here to tell you about my life. I was born in Manehatten, I was raised in a small orphanage in Canterlot after the Manehatten orphanage got full. I was dropped off where I spent over five years wishing of parents. One day I got my wish, I finally was adopted by two lovely ponies, one named Ruby the other Gem, and both were exceptionally well mannered and polite. However when I got to their house Gem my adoptive father stopped me, and said these words exactly. "Alright, now that you know where we live, here are our rules, you are to go to school, come back home do your homework, eat dinner, and sleep, that's it," It wasn't that easy though. I came home at 3:50 and Gem ran up to me, he questioned me. Where was I? Why did I come home so late, did I get in trouble? All those questions were asked by my adoptive father. When I struggled to tell him that I was put in detention he hit me. He then proceeded to put me on his lap and told me. "You hit your face on a door got it?" he asked scaring me. Me well, I simply nodded I had a hard time speaking to this stallion. He was so kind to me one moment, and then he got worse and worse. His hits got harder and harder. He scared me, my adoptive mother however, made him look like bucking marry pony, she forced me to do the dishes every night no matter how late, or how early, she would call me sometimes. "Scootaloo get in here!" she would call. Every time I walk down she hands me a scrub brush. I even do the cooking 364 days a year, they forget my birthday, and sometimes they even just called me "you." After two years of abuse I finally built up the courage to run away. A few times I was caught by Ruby and Gem. One day, I wasn't caught by them I just kept running and running. Finally after a week of non-stop running I finally felt my legs give out at the doorstep of a Canterlot house. A young stallion took me inside and nursed me back to health. As soon as I felt my vocal cords work again he asked me some questions. "What's your name, Why are you all alone, what happened to you?" he gave me no time to answer. Finally I got time to answer. "M...My name is Scootaloo, I ran away from my adoptive abusive parents, and I ran non-stop," I told the stallion. He nodded. "Well, my name is Jet Set, and this is Upper Crust," the stallion introduced. The mare offered shelter for the night. I quickly agreed. Later that night, I woke up in the middle of the night I overhead the stallion and mare arguing. "Look, I don't care that filly needs to stay for a while let's just let her stay a week," Upper Crust demanded. The stallion shook his head in disagreement. "No, we are not having some random foal stay with us!" he raised his voice. He was hushed by Upper Crust. "Shh you don't want to wake up Scootaloo do you?" she hissed. Jet Set laughed. "Now that you mention it yes!" he said ignoring his wife Upper Crust hushing him. "Look, let's just let her sleep the night, then we'll have a talk, alright?" she asked. Jet Set nodded in doubtful agreement. "Fine," he groaned. My heart was broken. I felt it snap. I thought I found a family that actually loved me though I didn't. So that night as soon as I got into my bedroom I climbed out the window and kept running. It was a long and tradable journey. I was later stopped by a sharp pain in my hooves something felt off about them. Some-pony walked up and asked "What's wrong little?" was the butter yellow Pegasus' words. I got up and fell over again I rolled on my side to my shook my front hoof was bleeding. "O...Oh my," the Pegasus picked me up and placed me on her couch. "You relax, I'll be right back," she left the room. This was when I met up with some unwanted ponies. "Well, there you are," a recognizable voice called out. "Oh, you must be this poor filly's parents, I'll let you take care of her," the Pegasus smiled. Ruby used her magic and levitated me off the couch and onto her shoulder she acted nice. When we were on the train back to Manehatten on came the on slot. "What were you doing, you know should feel lucky we don't throw you off this train!" he snapped. I muttered to myself in anger. "What's stopping you?" I muttered. I was shocked with his response "you're right," he lifted me off the ground and tossed me off the moving train. I tumbled to the ground. I was lucky to just have sprung my ankle. I was scared around this new town of Ponyville. Sincerely, Scootaloo A month later. Spitfire sat at her desk. She glanced at Soarin. "How many more?" she asked. He looked around the piles of letters. "Well looks like just one, by a filly named Scootaloo," Soarin told Spitfire who hastily grabbed the letter to get it over with. She looked over the letter; she felt a tear form in the corner of her eye. "This poor filly wins," Spitfire declared. Soarin nodded. "This was from Ponyville," he looked at Spitfire who was silently sniffing she wiped a few tears away from her eyes. She opened her eyes. "Let's for her sake deliver the letter by hand,” Spitfire sniffed. Soarin tilted his head. "Can I ask why?" he asked. Spitfire sighed. "It's personal," she said. Spitfire and Soarin landed on the ground. Of course Rainbow Dash was attracted to that. Scootaloo followed her. "Hello, I am looking for a filly named Scootaloo," she called out. Scootaloo's eyes widened. "Here!" she yelled flapping her weak wings to get her off the ground. "C'mon, take these notes," she said. Scootaloo cocked her head. "Notes, I thought there was only one note," Scootaloo said as she took the first one. It said. "Congratulations you win" it read. Scootaloo took the other one. This one read something more personal. "Dear Scootaloo, I wish the best of luck with your new mother, Spitfire," Scootaloo slowly looked up at her. Spitfire ruffled her mane. "Yep, that's right, I'm your mother now," Spitfire slowed her pace down. "Look let me explain. You see when I was about your age, I was an orphan too, I had abusive parents, I even had ideas of killing myself, but that was before I given flying another try around Canterlot I was noticed by Celestia and was hired. So I know how you feel," Spitfire looked at all the shocked faces. She chucked. "And, I am also moving here," she called out.
A trying parentWonders By Dancing With Discord A Parent's Love three days later. Spitfire put down the comfy looking sofa. Spitfire swept away drips of sweat off her face. "Finally, we are all moved in," she said with a long pant. She sighed as she glanced at her new found daughter who was keeping to herself through the past three days. She tapped her table as she walked past her daughter. She took out a cold bottle of water. She took a quick sip before sitting down on the chair in front of Scootaloo. Scootaloo sighed and tapped her hoof on the hard wood table. "Do you do that often?" Spitfire asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sometimes, not all the time," she responded. Scootaloo looked out the new house's window. Spitfire admired the architecture of the house. "Do you like the house?" she asked staring at Scootaloo. For more than two minutes there was no response. "Yeah, sure," she was quiet. Spitfire knew why. She smiled as she got up to open the window. Spitfire cleared her throat. "So, do you like your room?" she asked kindly. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure it's alright," Scootaloo slowly responded. Spitfire sighed. She wasn't much of a fan of small talk. She looked at the little orange filly. "Do you have school today?" she asked. Scootaloo shook her head. "Nah, it's Sunday," Scootaloo wasn't into small talk either though it was easier than the longer questions. "Oh...well, hmm...do you want to run to the market?" she asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "Whatever," she said getting up from her chair. She grabbed her saddlebag. "Are you ready to go?" Spit asked turning to Scootaloo. Her words was followed a roll of Scootaloo's eyes. "Yeah, yeah," she followed Spitfire to the market. She saw Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon who gazed at her. "Well, well, if it isn't the blank flank where's your blank flank friends?" she mockingly asked. Scootaloo sighed as she looked at Spitfire who was at a stall. She looked at Scootaloo for a moment and walked over. "Are these some of your friends Scootaloo?" Spit asked. Diamond Tiara huffed. “No!" Diamond declared. Scootaloo looked at her flank. Spitfire looked at Scootaloo's lowered head at her flank. "Were you picking on Scootaloo?" she asked. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. "And so what if I was who are you to ask?" she asked. Spit smiled slyly. "You right, are you going home?" she asked. "Soon why?" she asked with confusion on her face. Spit smiled slyly again. "I just was wondering." The two fillies walked away. Spit looked at Scootaloo. "Do you know where that pink filly lives?" she asked. Scootaloo nodded. "Why?" she asked. "You'll see soon," Spitfire smiled. Spitfire and Scootaloo walked to Diamond's house. She knocked on the door. The door opened to a slim figure with a light brown coat color. "Hello, can I help you?" he asked. Spitfire nodded. "Yes, can I talk with you, it's about your daughter," Spit asked. He nodded. "Yes of course come in, would you like something tea, coffee, water?" Rich asked. Spitfire looked at him. "Tea's good, can we also have a glass of juice?" she asked. He nodded. "Sure that's fine with me," he clapped his hooves to have some bring her order. Spitfire sipped her tea. She let out a sigh. "Now, this is about your daughter as I said," she started. "So, wait where are my manners? I'm Spitfire leader of the Wonderbolts, this is Scootaloo, I'm sure your aware that your daughter has been picking on Scootaloo my new daughter," suddenly the door slammed closed. "Diamond honey, can you come here for a moment?" Rich asked. Diamond went to her father. "Yes daddy?" she then saw Spit and Scootaloo. "Eep," she squeaked. "Is it true that you have been picking on this filly?" he asked. Diamond chocked on her words. "Um...n-n-no I-I-I never," she stuttered. Rich gave a stern gaze. "Have you?" he repeated. Diamond sighed. "Yes," she admitted. Rich got up. "I am disappointed, I assure you Ms. Spitfire I will punish her," he told Spit. "I hope so," she said in high hopes. Scootaloo was silent all the way until they got home. She smiled as she pulled out a box of cupcakes. "Eat up Scootaloo," she smiled warmly despite Scootaloo's mistrust. Scootaloo grabbed a cupcake. "Uh, thanks," she thanked. She nodded. "Of course, it's nothing," she yet again smiled warmly. She took a bite of the cupcake. "This is good," she admitted. "Haven't you had cupcakes from Sugar cube corner?" Spit asked. She shook her head. "Not often, I have had apple pies before," she said. She chuckled. "Yeah, that's where we differ, Soarin' one of the Wonderbolts and my husband, well, he has eaten pie even mine a few times," she chuckled, thinking about the last time, she walked into that though. "He really likes pie," she laughed. "Anyway, when your done would you like me to tuck you in?" she asked happy to do so. Scootaloo shook her head. "No, I am fine," she told her. However in reality she just still doesn't trust Spitfire as a parent. She sighed as she shook her plate off and put it in the sink. She immediately went to her bedroom. She closed it slowly, she lied down on her bed Maybe she isn't such a bad pony? No, what am I saying, she's just waiting for me to trust her, just as Gem and Ruby did, she's just waiting. Scootaloo thought before she fell asleep. After what was an hour Spitfire poked her head in Scoot's room seeing a filly laying on her bed out of the covers. She smiled and walked over. She used her wings to carefully cover Scootaloo up with the covers. After all she didn't want to disturb her. She kissed her forehead, and walked away. I hope Scootaloo learns to love me. Spitfire sighed as she walked into her own bedroom, and laid down under the covers.
Gaining TrustWonders By Dancing With Discord Gaining Trust Scootaloo yawned as she got out of bed. She walked downstairs slowly. Spitfire noticed the magenta manned filly. "Good morning Scootaloo," Spit waved her hoof. "Hey Scootaloo, this is Soarin', he's your new father," Spitfire said. Soarin walked up to Scoot. "Hey there," he lifted his hoof for a hoofshake. Scootaloo flinched at the sight. "Soarin' Remember?!" she asked. He rubbed his head. "It's okay, I wasn't going to hurt you," he put his hoof on her back. "Well, anyway, how'd you sleep?" he asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "It was alright, I woke up with a headache, my nose was kind of different, and I was sore," that was the most Scootaloo spoke. "Sore you say?" Spit walked to Scootaloo and placed her hoof on her forehead. "Oh, you have quite a fever, well," she cleared her throat. "You go upstairs, I'll be up in a moment," she walked up to the phone mounted to the wall. "Yes, hello I'm Spitfire, I'm Scootaloo's mother, I'm afraid she's caught a cold, so she's not going to come in today. Yes I hope she gets well soon as well," Spitfire let out a sigh and put back the phone. "This might be not such a good time but I have to go bye," Soarin' closed the door behind him. Spitfire repeated. "Go back upstairs, and I'll be up with your breakfast, and some Apple juice," Spitfire told her. Spitfire took Scoots hoof and led her upstairs. Scootaloo swiped her hoof away. "I'm not four, I'm ten," she stepped away. Spitfire sighed. "I know that, but c'mon, you're sick," she added. Scootaloo just closed the door leaving Spitfire alone. Spit walked downstairs. Scootaloo sighed. Scootaloo heard something a cart. Scootaloo looked at the door. "So, comfy Scoot?" she asked. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure, it's fine," she rolled her eyes. Spitfire walked up to her smiling warmly. She placed her hoof on her head. "Well, you are defiantly improving," she said voice full of joy. Scootaloo looked at a cart that had a tray cover on it. "What in there?" she asked. Spitfire smiled. "You hungry?" she asked. Scootaloo nodded. "God, I got all this for you, since I wasn't sure your favorite breakfast I just made a few things," she pulled up the cover to show a plate, carrots, pancakes, apples, haycon, muffins, oranges, peaches, and eggs. "I hope you enjoy," she smiled. Scootaloo licked her lips at the large amount of choices. Well, so far she's better than Gem. She shook her head. "A-And this is for me?" she asked cutely looking at Spitfire. She nodded. "Of course, that's what a mother does," she smiled warmly. Scootaloo gave a light smile at her. "Dig in," she handed Scootaloo a fork, and spoon. Scootaloo sighed. "Thanks," she thanked. Spitfire shrugged "No problem Scootaloo," inside her felt warm and happy. She walked out the room. Spitfire knocked on the door. She then heard a muffled yet clear voice. "Come in," Spit opened the door slowly. "How was your breakfast?" Spitfire asked. Scootaloo sighed. "It was good," she admitted. "Do you think I could get some more apple juice?" she asked. Spitfire nodded and walked downstairs for only a moment. She came back up as quickly as she went down. She poured the apple juice in the glass. "There you go," she smiled. Scootaloo grabbed the glass. She took a quick sip. "Thanks," she thanked again. "No problem," she placed her hoof on Scootaloo's forehead. "Your fever is dropping it seems," she smiled happy. “I say another day and you'll be all better," she grinned. Scootaloo groaned. "Another day, of boredom," she sighed. Spitfire chuckled a bit. "I understand, how about a story?" she offered. Scootaloo nodded slowly. "Why not," Scootaloo got her Rainbow Dash doll that Rainbow Dash gave her. "Alright, once upon a time-" she was cut off. "Not this again, I hate those stories," Scootaloo groaned. Spitfire nodded. "Alright, I understand, how about this? One day there was a filly, her name Spitfire, she was abandoned by her parents, she was a blank flank, she was beaten by her adopted parents then later she was abandoned by them as well. She had spent two years of questioning her life if it had a meaning, if she should truly live or not, she had one knife in her hoof she got from the orphanage owner. She had one final decision she decided to fly around Canterlot, she then flew around the castle and the Princess of the sun noticed and put her in a room in the castle in return she would play in shows to impress the common ponies, and that's when she earned her Cutie Mark," she sighed and wiped tears from her eyes. Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Sure but, well, I ran for a really long time without a too long break, Scootaloo thought. Spitfire sighed and looked at Scootaloo. "Well, I need to go to the pharmacy, get some medicine, I'll see you later, be back soon, and in the meantime get some sleep," Spitfire advised. Scootaloo nodded. "I will," she smiled faintly at Spitfire. "Alright see you later," Spitfire closed Scootaloo's door. Maybe she does know what it's like? No, no she's still waiting. Scootaloo soon fell asleep and let her worries drift away.
Doctor's OfficeWonders By Dancing With Discord Warning: This chapter has blood all around it read on now if you want. Doctor's Office Scootaloo opened her purple eyes. She coughed a bit. Not too bad. Scootaloo let out a long yawn. She heard her door open slightly with a creak. She turned to see who else but Spitfire. "Hey there champ. How are you feeling?" she asked. Scootaloo started a coughing fit which startled Spitfire. "It...It’s getting better," Scootaloo claimed. Spitfire nodded slowly. I've seen this routine millions of times, with my more dependent Wonderbolts. Spitfire didn't believe her for a second. She grew closer to Scootaloo. Suddenly Spitfire jumped back as Scootaloo again had a coughing fit. Scootaloo felt something though, something musty in her throat. Spitfire saw the orange filly gulped slightly. She was suspicious. She walked over to the orange filly. "Can I see your hoof?" she asked. Scootaloo tilted her head slightly. "Why?" she asked back. Spitfire ignored the question. "Give me your hoof," she said strictly. Scootaloo with a confused look on her face held out her hoof. "Oh sweet Celestia!" Spitfire yelled. "Y...Your hoof It...It's bloody!" she screamed. Scootaloo looked at where her palm would be there was blood there. She started a scream only to be cut off by a loud cough sending more blood out her mouth. "We have to get you to a hospital!" she picked up Scootaloo with her wings. Like most Pegasi even if Scootaloo knew how to fly, while they are sick they can't fly too well. Spitfire let the door open by itself. She set down Scootaloo. "Alright, go sit over there," she pointed at a seat. She then ran frantically to the desk. "Yes, do you have an appointment?" one of the nurses asked. Spitfire shook her head. "No, but, I think my daughter is in dire need of medical attention," Spitfire blurt out. "What makes you say that?" the nurse asked. Spitfire took a breath to calm down. "Okay, so my daughter, she was in bed getting rid of a cold she started to have yesterday, when I came in she started to cough frantically and soon, soon blood started to come out," she felt a jolt of scare run through her body in thought she might lose her adopted daughter. "Yes, that sounds something you need to talk to a doctor right away," the nurse put down a new patent. Spitfire let out a sigh of relief. She then took a seat next to Scootaloo. It's been two hours; Scootaloo's cough is only worsening. She felt her worry grow into terror. In the back of her head she heard voices. What if she's hurt? What if she's too sick? What if I never gain her trust? She wanted two things since she adopted Scootaloo. She wanted her to be safe, and she wanted her trust what if she is just short of her goal. Scootaloo turned her head as she had an even worse coughing fit. Spitfire felt something snap in her. She rose from her seat. She proceeded to the help desk. "Please miss, we're doing the best we can," she told the argumentative Spitfire. "I'm sure you are, but, well my daughter's condition is getting worse by the second!" she pointed at Scootaloo practically falling to the ground. The nurse nodded. "I see that, Ms. Spitfire, however, we still have many more ponies to see," the nurse sighed. Something snapped. "I don't give a flying feather about every-pony else, my daughter could cough her lungs out any moment, either you bring her with you or I'll do it myself!" she stomped her hoof on the desk. The nurse lowered her head. "Well, I-I can't do t-that, w-we have rules," she fought back. "Is one of those rules denying a possibly dying filly?" she leaned in at the die part. The nurse gave an auditable sigh. She rolled her eyes. "Fine, come with me," she opened the door. "That's more like it," Spitfire raised her head proudly. The nurse led them to a room. Soon a doctor walked in seeing the filly. "Um...I'm not sure you know this, but I only do serious injuries a-" he jumped back as Scootaloo coughed up some blood. The doctor put his hoof to his chin. "This is strange," he observed Scootaloo for a moment. "Can you open our mouth?" he asked. Scootaloo immediately opened her mouth as wide as she could. He looked around the mouth; there were spots the doctor could clearly see. "Well, I'll just say have her take this every week starting now," he handed her a tube. "The first dose is free for you," he told her. "Here, I'll give her the first shot," he grabbed a similar tube. He looked at Scootaloo as he put the tube on her flank. "Are you ready?" the doctor asked. Scootaloo gave a silent cough and nodded. "Yes," she said with a slight crackly voice. The doctor pushed the tube's top. A loud click filled the small white room. "Did you feel anything?" Spitfire asked in a really worried tone. Scootaloo shook her head. "Nah, I've been s... never mind," she stopped herself. "And remember, if she does not take that medicine once every week, well, whatever is making her sick will start to slowly eat away at her, and if she is to miss a dose, the rest is useless, keep that in mind, be sure she takes it every week," the doctor warned. Spitfire nodded and walked out the door with Scootaloo. Spitfire and Scootaloo walked inside "When am I going to get better?" she asked out loud. Spitfire sighed sadly. "Look, you have got to remember to take this Flim Flam Super Speedy Healing nine thousand," she stopped Scootaloo half way up the stairs. Scootaloo nodded. "I know," she responded. Spitfire sent Scootaloo right to bed after dinner. She sighed as she sat on her bed. That was a close one, I almost lost her. Spitfire thought. She started to dream. She twisted and turned in her bed. Dear parents, Since I knew you all you did was abuse me, by the time you read this, well, I'll be gone by then. Off to start a new life. ~Spitfire Spitfire jolted awake. "Not again," she sighed. She kept waking up with the same dream. It frightened her what if she hadn't built up the courage to run away, would she still be captain of the Wonderbolts? Or would the Wonderbolts have even existed? She was the first ever Wonderbolt. She let a sigh slip her lips; she laid back and just stared at the roof of her room.
Back to schoolWonders By Dancing With Discord Back to school Scootaloo walked with her mother. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Spitfire asked. She paused. "I can always home school," Spitfire pat her head. Scootaloo nodded. "Yes, I'm positive, I missed three weeks of school, I think I'm better now," Scootaloo looked at her saddle bag. "Remember if it acts up no matter the occasion take it." Scootaloo knew the consequences of a missed dose. Scootaloo stopped in her tracks. "Are we still going to the show tonight?" Scootaloo asked Spit who was smiling at the question. "Of course, in fact, I'm going to lead the flyers," Spitfire opened up her wings. "Tell you what, after tomorrow's show I'll teach you to fly how about that?" she asked. Scootaloo pondered the idea. Rainbow Dash wasn't too much into teaching her. Scootaloo shrugged. "Sure, why not," she responded. In truth she's happy inside. She will get a lesson from one of the greatest flyers in all of Equestria. "Well, I'll see you after school, by the way give this to the teacher," Spitfire handed Scootaloo a letter. Scootaloo walked inside the classroom. She immediately gave the note to Ms. Cherilee. "My mom said to give you this," she said. Cherilee scanned the note. Dear Ms. Cherilee If you recall the cold Scootaloo got three weeks ago you'll understand this. We had recently learned this poor filly she has contracted a serous unknown disease with no name, hence it being unknown. If she is not to take the medicine she got from the doctor at the day it acts up she will miss her dose, if she misses the dose there is no help for her. If you see her cough way too loud then ask her to take the medicine. ~Sincerely Spitfire Ms. Cherilee's jaw went agape. "I...Is this true?" she asked leaning in on Scootaloo. Scootaloo sadly nodded. "Dead serious," she responded. "Well, then take it once you see fit," Ms. Cherilee said. Scootaloo nodded. "Yeah," Scootaloo agreed. "Go to your average seat, we were talking about math problems," she caught her up. Scootaloo sat down on her normal seat. "Okay class-" a colt raised his hoof for a moment. "Yes?" she asked calmly. The colt looked at Ms. Cherilee. "What exactly is that math problem on that board?" the colt asked. Cherilee looked at the board. "Uh...uh...it's...um...class dismissed!" Ms. Cherilee called out stumped on the math equation. Darn it, not even I know this problem, I...I don't even know how long this has been here. She sighed as she finished her thought. Scootaloo sighed. She noticed that Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom weren't in the classroom. She felt a heavy cough come over her as a fit of smaller coughs followed. It attracted Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's attention. The two walked over in the annoying stride they do. "What's a matter with you?" she laughed silently before she spook again. "Have you realized that you're going to be a blank flank forever?" she again laughed after mocking Scootaloo. Scootaloo looked inside her saddle bag. She ignored Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. She just grabbed the medicine. Diamond giggled. She swiped the medicine before Scootaloo used it. "What this?" she asked laughing afterwards. "Hey...give...that...back!" she yelled in between little coughs. Diamond stuck her tongue out at Scootaloo. "No," she bluntly said. "But...But...I...need...that!" she roared still in between slightly bigger coughs. "Why?" she questioned. Scootaloo didn't want to have to say it. She already gets bullied enough, what would happen if she was to say she has an unknown disease? Granted she'll learn soon enough if she doesn't take her meds. "Just...give...me...that!" she demanded only to get another stuck out tongue this time by Silver Spoon. "Why should we? I'm sure you wish there was a way out of being a blank flank," Diamond Tiara mocked. She laughed soon after, followed by Silver Spoon. "T...There is...I don't...have to...take my medicine!" she finally burst. "What?" Diamond tilted her head still keeping the medicine away from Scootaloo. Scootaloo let out a heavy sigh followed by a few minor coughs a little blood she saw on her own hoof. She concealed it for a moment. "Well, that pen you hold in your hoof, determines my life, I have something, something that requires me to take that every time the recoil effects if not taken is all other doses become obsolete and useless, and if that happens it well slowly but surely kill me!' Scootaloo suddenly coughed loudly. A spray of blood coated the grass below Diamond. "Ew!" she squealed. Scootaloo cleared her throat. "See?" she asked the stunned earth filly. Diamond Tiara nodded. "Yes, here you go, just stop that," she said handing her the medicine tube. Scootaloo nodded. "Thank you," she pressed the top after one more minor cough almost scaring Diamond Tiara half to death. Scootaloo walked in and kept doing school The bell rang every-pony ran outside. Scootaloo was met by Spit half way. She didn't bother landing. "Climb on Scootaloo," she smiled picking Scootaloo up off the ground. She flew them to her prep room. "One moment," she put a slight bit of make up on her cheeks. "Did you have any trouble?" Spit asked one eye shut on impact of the light brush for her make up. Scootaloo nodded a minute no more. "A bit," she admitted. Spitfire came to her. "Well, come here," Spitfire hugged Scootaloo tightly; Scootaloo reacted with wrapping her arms around Spitfire's body. The few weeks she has known her she did not return a hug from Spit. That warmed Spitfire's heart. "I...I trust you now," tears began to fall from her eyes. Spitfire pat Scoot’s back. "You know I trust you completely, I...I trusted you the first day, I knew you'd learn to trust me," it was Spitfire's turn to cry. After some more hugging Scootaloo and Spitfire's coats had many gray spots on them. During the flight which Scootaloo was watching intently. She was on the ref's back as requested by Spitfire. Even when she was with the ref there was still a crowd. Scootaloo watched as Spitfire glanced at Scootaloo for a mere moment. She smiled and winked at her. Scootaloo grinned. She watched and memorized every motion of Spitfire. She watched as Spitfire suddenly with no warning started to fall with an unknown cause, unlike most times she had lost her strength to pull up. She fell to fast for even the Wonderbolts to catch her. She hit the ground. Scootaloo saw as the ref picked her up with his muzzle, he knew that Scootaloo couldn't fly; Spitfire made that very clear. "I know you want to see if Spitfire is still...okay," he said. Scootaloo nodded. "I do," she admitted. She saw as two Pegasus ponies picked her up. She heard and saw they were doctors. She heard them talking amongst each other. "She's in serious condition, do you think she'll pull though?" one asked the other. The doctor sighed slightly. "Odds are that she won't," the other stallion sighed while saying his sentence. Scootaloo's heart broke. She immediately encountered some random stallion. "I'm sorry, but I've heard you are her daughter, is there any-pony else you can stay with?" the stallion asked. "Wh...Where are you taking her what hospital?" she asked. The random stallion looked at her. "The closest one is Ponyville's, but you didn't answer the question, do you?" he asked Scootaloo again. She nodded. "Yeah, my dad," she said. He nodded. "I'd recommend you go to him," the stallion asked. He was stopped by Scootaloo. "Why does this concern you?" Scootaloo asked. He reached in his saddle bag and pulled out a badge. It was real it read. Cloud Chaser, Badge number 92014, Detective Scootaloo looked at him. "You're part of the CDPD?" she asked him who nodded. "You can visit your mother in the hospital later," he said. Scootaloo cocked her head. "Wait she's not dead?" she was amazed it was a hard fall. He shook his head. "No, just in a comatose state," he said. "I'm going to visit her every week," she told herself. Epilogue: "I'm still here" Five years later The hospital door opened with a creak. Scootaloo walked to her mother's bed. She sat down on a chair. Scootaloo felt a tear form in the corner of her eye. "Hey, I'm still here, I'd like to say something. I'm sorry I wasn't trusting of you the first week, I wish I was in honesty, maybe I wouldn't have been here in the first place," she let out a cough. "Hehe, do you remember this?" she pulled out the tube with the words 'Flim Flam Super Healing nine thousand' Of course you remember," Scootaloo sighed. "I guess it's going to be yet another birthday without you," Scootaloo lowered her head she heard the loud click of the tube. Scootaloo's eyes started to tear up. "I...I miss you," Scootaloo stroked Spitfire's mane.
