My Little Human: Disjointed Memories

It wasn't something I thought about, not often, not ever. Then I opened the yellow door.

The midday sun warmed my face and glowed through my closed eyes. A light breeze ruffles my spines. I hadn't always liked sleeping outside, but ever since Dash showed be all the best napping spots I'd found myself doing so much more often. Unfortunately, this day I wasn't going to get a nap in, what with the shadow looming over me and all.

Opening one eye I blink up at the person blocking my sun. They weren't too tall, long hair, holding a basket; at least that's what I got from the silhouette. I raised my eyebrow in what I hoped looked more questioning than incredulous. "Can I help you?"

"Um, hi Spike," Fleuretta said hesitantly, "It's nice to see you..."

"But?" I asked.

"But," She dragged the word out, "I was kinda hoping to have a picnic here today." She whispered.

"Mmm," I groaned, more in assent than in annoyance, "Just let me..." I began undulating my body, shuffling along the ground until I had moved a few feet to my left, "That good?"

"Yes, thank you." She seemed more cheerful now, her voice climbing a few decibels. That was good. It took nearly a year before she warmed up to me the first time and I was concerned that it would take that long again. Fortunately, she seemed to be having no trouble getting back into our old rhythm.

I dozed there, half listening to Fleuretta speak to 'Angel bunny' and letting the light breeze cool my skin. I think I fell asleep, for a few minutes or a few hours, I couldn't tell. It wasn't until a shadow covered my face again that I stirred from my rest. Yawning I looked back up at my old teacher, "Hmm?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to disturb your nap or anything but I was wondering if maybe you wanted some... tea?" She held up a cup, "It's quite nice, fresh too."

I smiled up at her, "Sure, why not?" I asked rhetorically. Then I did something I hadn't done in years, not since a shy little eighteen year old was teaching an unruly eleven year old how to stay alive in the face of trained assassins and professional poisoners. I blew a little green fireball up at her. She jumped back with a startled 'eep' and then glared at me. I just chuckled and sat up. I was in a good mood after my semi-nap.

Sitting up, I looked at the spread. Clearly Angel had eaten what must have been a salad and Fleuretta had probably only pack two sandwiches, there being only a half of one left. There were other treats. Scones, muffins, some juice, and a little china tea pot sitting on a camp stove and steaming merrily.

We spoke quietly of nothing at all for a few moments, simply enjoying the warm day and company. The conversation eventually got onto old times. "You've certainly grown up." She commented, "You're not the brash eleven year old that I once knew."

"And you are not the timid little sheep at a master's beck and call any more either." I remarked, "Though besides that, little has changed."

She smiled, almost evilly, at me, "We could make it even more like old times." She said, "We could play 'what poison did I put in the tea' again."

"Tetrodotoxin," I replied coolly, "And I've already neutralised it."

She tipped her china cup to me, "Well done, but what about the one in the scones?"

I snorted, "What? You mean scones aren't supposed to have that after taste? I thought you had added grapefruit to it." My words dripped with sarcasm.

She looked at me from beneath her long lashes. Her smile was now quite devious and the only warning I had was the tiny snick of the blade extending. In a fraction of a second we changed from two friends having tea to teacher and student. Her with her element sunk into the cloth and ground just in front of me and myself pressing a butter knife against the blade, keeping it there.

She was half extended over the cloth and with her right hand effectively stuck it gave me an opportunity. I seized it and her hair in my left hand, pressing her face into the cloth and rearranging myself so that I knelt, rather than sat, above her. "You've gotten soft, Fleuretta, telegraphing your attack like that." I tsked at her, "You haven't been practising."

She relaxed under me, a signal that the game was up. "Or you have learned far to much in the art of attack and defence." She said softly, "You could have never pulled that off the last time we met."

"I was still a child when last we met." I released her and we regained our sitting positions.

She giggled girlishly and looked out from behind her pink locks, "You're still a child, barely out of infancy."

"Don't go into semantics with me, I get enough of that from Twilight."

"Well-" BOOM. We blinked at each other. "The... library just exploded, didn't it."

I looked over to where the smoke was pouring into the sky, "Eeyup."

"Oh." She looked at the grass, "Should we go and check to see if everybody is all right?"

"Everyone is probably fine, Twilight put up a tonne of wards to stop things from getting into or out of the library when she doesn't want them to, but she'll be wanting help with the cleanup before the emergency repair crews show up." I extended my hand to her, "Care to join me?"

Fleuretta smiled and slipped her silken hand into my rough one, "I guess, if it's ok."

"Yeah." I answered, and we set off at a slow walk toward the library.

The town was scrambling like a kicked anthill, but nobody was panicking to much beyond the normal screaming and running in circles. Leaves, pieces of wood, and remarkably intact books littered the cobbled streets, the piles of debris growing higher as we approached the library. Or perhaps it should be called the crater that had once been the library.

As Fleuretta and I stepped up to the edge of said crater we were treated to quite the sight. My sister, her trademark purple sweater vest covered in soot, her normally straight hair frizzing, sitting on the ground with her legs straight out in front of her. My smile split my face in two.

"I..." She just looked so confused, "I just don't know what went wrong."

I think I laughed so hard I passed out.

And found myself in a white room filled with six doors. One for each of my closest friends. A voice descends from on high to ask me a question.

Who will show you, at the cost of herself?

Twilight Sparkle

Pinkie Pie

Rarity

Rainbow Dash

Applejack

I closed my eyes, I didn't want to think anymore, I didn't want to hurt anymore. (End Game)