Hope is the Only Silver Lining

by blm95tehe

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sweetie Belle, Nurse Redheart, Apple Bloom, Spike, Scootaloo
Length: 11434

A story about Scootaloo and Nurse Redheart and their struggles.

With her mother died and dad missing, Scootaloo finds herself in a hospital with a special pony looking after her.

Published 2013-08-22 00:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-22 00:30:02 UTC

Hope

Hope is the Only Silver Lining.

Hope

/hōp/ ‘A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.’

Silver Lining

/ˈsilvər ˈlīniNG/ “A consoling aspect of a difficult situation, a look on the bright side of a situation”

“Mom? ... Wake up... Come on it isn’t funny! I really need you to wake up. Dad has been gone all day and I’m hungry. Why is your Forehead Bleeding?”

*****

Two medical ponies were trotting down the halls of Manehattan Hospital when their paths happen to cross. After seeing him, the nurse pony tried her best to keep up with the other.

“Dr. Stable, just the pony I was looking for. The tests are in for that little pegasus filly down the hall.”

“I see... What did the tests say?” Said Stable.

“Well her condition is stable. The hypothermia has subsided, but she’ll still suffering from malnutrition. Also, she still isn’t talking.”

“Malnutrition? I guess I’m not surprised, what do you expect from a filly who has been on her own for about a week. Did they ever find the father?”

“No, but he’s the main suspect. I’m sure he’s halfway to Appaloosa by now. The real question is why would he kill his wife but not the daughter. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s a miracle she’s still alive but if it wasn’t for the neighbors hearing her cries, I’m sure she would have froze to death. Winter isn’t forgiving and personally I think it would have been a worse fate than her mothers.” The nurse started to tear up but was able to keep her composure.

The young filly’s story was even getting to Dr.Stable, who was a twelve-year veteran of the medical trade. He’d seen healthy ponies wither away from cancer, mares wail over the loss of a child, and even the life rush out of a colt’s eyes, however something about this filly tugged at his heart. He tried his best to push it out of his mind. “I don’t know... I just don’t.”

“Maybe I should go check up on her. I might be able to get her to talk.”

“You do that, I’m heading out for lunch.” Said a bitter feeling doctor as both ponies trotted off in different directions.

The white mare couldn’t help but think about the young filly’s well being. ‘Maybe I should pick up some ice cream first... No, that’s probably the last thing she wants right now.’

Coming through the filly’s branch of the hospital, the mare walked along the stark white halls until she found the sign with the room number 488. Under the sign was chart hanger that held a clipboard with basic information of the rooms’ patient.

Name: Scootaloo
Age: 6
Race: Pegasus
Illness: Other
Condition: Stable

Knocking on the doors’ frame, she saw an orange filly's back facing the rooms’ opening. She remained motionless as the nurse made her way in before taking a seat near the young filly. Her mane was unkempt while coat contained dirt from the past few days; it was obvious it had been a few days since she last had a bath. The faint but steady pinging sound echoed from a nearby heart monitor, the green display jumping up in a sharp manner every few seconds before flat lining then jumping again. Other then that, the room remained silent, not even a TV hummed in the background.

“Hello, I'm Nurse Redheart.” The filly didn’t respond. “Are you ok? Is there anything I can get you? Maybe a glass of water?” But Still Scootaloo didn’t say a word; her eyes glazed over she gazed off into oblivion while Redheart went on. “Well I’m here if you need anything, I’ll be right here while I read this magazine.” The white mare said before picking up a piece of literature from the nightstand and taking her seat across the room. An hour went by before the nurse pony gave up. ‘Boy isn’t she a filly of few words. I’ll come back later.’

“Hey, Scootaloo, I know you probably still don’t feel good, but I’m going to take a break. I’ll come back later if that’s fine with you.” Getting up Redheart placed the copy of Medical Monthly on her chair before heading towards the door. Right before she could leave however, a faint whimper came from behind her.

“M-Miss Redheart. Could you come back as soon as possible? I mean, if you want. I really like your company.” Asked a fickle Scootaloo.

The nurse pony smiled. “Sure thing, I’ll come right back. I’m going to get a cup of coffee and cloak for tonight. Do you want anything?”

“Could you get me some pudding? I haven't eaten much since I got here.”

“Oh course.” Chimed Redheart. ‘Finally I’m getting somewhere with her, but why hasn’t she been eating? Hasn’t anypony been taking care taking care of this kid? Whatever, I guess it’s up to me.’ She thought to herself as she left the room.

Heading towards the cafeteria, Redheart took a pit stop by her work locker so she scrape a few bits together and put her nurse cap away. She took out an old, dark green jacket before going back on her way. Walking through the halls, she remembered she had to take a longer route than usually since the building was under renovations, meaning also that none of the elevators worked. There was one on the other side of the ward she was in but it always smelled of motor oil and mildew. Even the lights would start to flicker time to time. It had to be the shadiest elevator in all of Manehattan. She decided to take chances with the stairs instead which was closer anyway.

It was late and she noticed most of the ponies had cleared out, leaving slim pickings for the stragglers. Luckily, since pudding wasn’t a popular item on the menu, it was easy to find. Coffee however, was another story. By the time Redheart got to the coffee pot, it was just about empty and the coffee was ice cold. She settled for some unsweetened green tea instead. As she stood in line, she spotted Dr. Stable ahead of her buying a bag of chips when he noticed her.

“Ah Miss Redheart what brings you here tonight, I thought your shift was over?” Asked the , pony.

Redheart sounded bitter. “Oh, I just decided to stay and watch that filly up in room488. She could really use somepony right now and it looks like it’s up to me.”

“Is everything alright? You sound a little ticked off right now?”

She glared at Stable. “With all due respect, you should know exactly what I’m talking about. Everypony in this Celestia forsaken hospital sure tries there freaking best to make sure a patient is perfectly healthy, but where's the morality in it all? In the entire time that little filly’s been here, I haven’t seen single a doctor take the time to make sure that she’s emotionally sound. No, you and the other doctor have so much so-called work around that water cooler to even notice.”

“I’m... I’m sorry?” Choked Stable, caught off guard by the sudden accusation.

“Huh typical. Well if you didn’t know that filly is in a real dark place right now and really could use a friend, but again I don’t see you doing anything.” Barked Redheart.

The doctor gathered himself then spoke what he truly thought. “Come now, you know how many patients I have to work with. Besides, the more patients I run through my ward the more money I make. So I want her out of her by noon tomorrow, you understand me.” The doctor growled.

Flabbergasted, Redheart took a step back. “Wow, you’re a monster. I mean how cruel can you be? The filly’s mother just died and no pony knows where the father is. I wonder what Commissioner Florina has to say about this and, need I remind you, that a doctor has no authority whatsoever nor are you in charge to say whether a patient is ready to leave or not, that’s up to the head nurse which happens to be me. So I would buy my chips, if I were you, and get out of here unless you want Florina finding out about your little outburst and if I remember right she’s the one who sign your paycheck.”

Grumbling Stable walked up to the cashier. “One bag of chips... and make it sea salt.”

“I don’t think so.” Said a grey pegasus from behind the counter. His black and white mane hid the anger in his eyes.

“Oh, and why’s that?” An irritated doctor retorted.

“Because I refuse to serve your kind here. Now get out of my lunchroom or I’ll kick you out my self. Do you understand?”

Redheart went wide as Dr. Stable stormed off, “Whatever, I don’t need this.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” Said a humble Redheart.

“Oh don’t worry about. I hate that guy and I’ve always wanted a reason to get smart with him. He always leaves a mess for me to clean up. Maybe he’ll mind himself for now on. Besides, he really was in the wrong.” Smiled the lunch pony.

“Again, thank you. So how much do I owe you?” Redheart asked.

“Nothing, it’s on the house. Just make sure that filly gets that pudding. I can relate, I have a friend who lost a mom a while back. He’s just now getting over it.”

Blushing the nurse extended a hoof. “Noted. My name’s Redheart, yours?”

“Asher, nice to meet you.” Smiled the cashier as he shook her hoof. “Hey umm would you like to grab a cup of coffee some time?” Now even Asher was blushing.

“I would be delighted. How about tomorrow, around 5 sound good?” Asked Redheart.

Ecstatic, Asher nearly dropped some nearby fruit he was putting up. “Great! So it’s a date the... NO WAIT I MEAN.” Asher started to stutter causing Redheart to laugh.

“Relax, I know what you mean. Besides, I like the idea of a date. I have to get going now though so I’ll see you later, ok?”

Asher barely had the time to say “Sure thing” before she was gone. Confused, Asher scratched his head and went back to his work. “Wow she sure doesn't like to waste time does she?”

Back upstairs; Scootaloo had fallen asleep for the first time without any sleeping aids since she arrived at the hospital. Even though her breathing was still faintly and irregular, Redheart couldn’t help but smile. Seeing such a young filly lose not just a mother, but a father as well and finally finding the ability to sleep through it all was uplifting. It was sign of healing, of moving on, and a somewhat of a return to normality. There was still hope for a normal childhood for this little filly. Seeing how peaceful Scootaloo was, the nurse pony couldn’t help but feel her own eyelids grow heavy as well. Looking around, Redheart found her chair from earlier. Crawling on it, lying against the arm, and wrapping her cloak tight around her, she closed her eyes just for a second before she fell asleep.

*****

Redheart woke to the sweet sound of a filly humming a somewhat familiar tune. Looking up, she saw Scootaloo sitting on the edge of her bed with her eyes glued to the TV, which hung up on the wall in front of her. A show called The Amazing Adventures of Daring Doo was playing on the little TV.As Redheart walked up to Scootaloo, she noticed the young filly had taken her first bath since she arrived at the hospital. Her mane smelt of apple cinnamon and her coat no longer held the dirt she’d been brought in with. It was messy and in wild disarray from her using the bathroom towel to dry it, though it looked soft and clean. Her amber eyes shimmered in front of the TV before she refocused herself on the nurse pony.

Sitting up she sat cross-legged. “Hello, who are you?” Pipped a chipper Scootaloo.

Redheart almost took this it has a joke. “You don’t remember me? I’m the pony who spent the evening with you yesterday.”

With a blank stare, the orange filly shook her head. “Nope, not a clue. By the way, do you know where my Mom and Dad went? I want to go home.”

Her heart sank as she came to the realization that the filly couldn’t recall the events from the past few days. “Oh well... they’re out right now but they’ll be right back, I’m sure of it.” She stammered.

Rubbing her forehead, Scootaloo smiled back. “Oh, alright then. Well I’m scootaloo... At least I think I am. Well anyway, you never told me your name.”

Grimly, Redheart tried to look away. Something was seriously wrong. “Oh I’m sorry, I must have forgotten. My name is nurse Redheart and I’m the pony who is going to be looking after you till your parents get back. I have something to attend too can you wait here for about five minutes. I have somepony I want you to meet. Her name is Dr. SunLily and she’s really nice.”

With a goofy smile Scootaloo nodded her head. “Sure thing.”

Making her way down one of the hospital's many halls, Redheart couldn’t help to think about the poor fillies well being. ‘What the hay was that all about? Yesterday she acted all depressed, now she’s happy and just as clam. Something's definitely wrong with her, but I don’t know what to do. Hopefully SunLily will know.’

Reaching Sun Lily's floor, Redheart found herself dodging paint cans, bags of cement, and a couple power tools on her way to SunLily’s office. When she knocked on the door frame, she heard a chipper pony sing out, “Come in.”

“Hey Sun, I see they’re renovating this wing of the hospital. I don’t know how you can stand it.” Grumbled Redheart as she took a seat in front of SunLily’s desk.

“Oh like I deal with everything else in this world, I tone it out.” Giggled Sunlily. “So what brings you here today? Come for some idle chit chat or is it something a little more urgent.” The playful mare questioned, her lime green eyes twinkling in the morning sun. Her coat was tan while her red and gold mane rested in a fluffy mess on top of her head, coming down slightly on her forehead. She was chewing the end of a pencil off as it balanced on the edge of her lip. The serious look on Redhearts face said it all, causing Sunlily’s pencil to fall. “I see... So what do you need?”

“Do you remember that filly that was in the newspapers a few weeks ago; the one that was found left half starved in her house for week?”

“Yeah?” Sun’s face grew darker.

“Well I’ve been keeping an eye on her as of late her in the hospital. When she woke up this morning she had no recollection of, well ummm... the murder.”

“So it was a murder? Was it the father?”

Redheart shook her head. “The cops still don’t know but from what I hear it wasn’t a suicide or natural causes. He’s currently still missing. Personally, I think he’s heading for Appleloosa. I mean that’s where I would go if they cops were looking for me.”

SunLily raised an eyebrow “ Uh huh, well I take it you want me to go take a look then I assume?”

Rubbing the back of her head with a hoof, Redhead started to take a step back, now hesitant to her own request. “Yeah, I kinda was hoping you could, but if you're busy then I can stop by later and...”

“No, I’m free. Besides, it sounds like she might be blocking out the mental trauma from her mother’s murder. She’ll need me by the look of things.” Interrupted SunLily.

“Thanks I really would appreciate that.” Chimed Redheart.

Rolling her eyes, the tan earth pony made her way past the door. “What are friends for after all.”

Back upstairs, SunLily was asking a few questions while Redheart waited outside the room. “Alright my name is SunLily, but can call me Sunny, ok?”

“Sure thing.” Giggled Scootaloo.

“Good. So can you tell me how you got here?”

The young filly blushed as she placed her hoof on her chin so she could think. “Umm... No.”

With a warm smile, Sun replied back to the orange pegasus, “Don’t worry, that’s fine. Can you tell me anything about your parents; like their names or where you live?”

Again, Scootaloo shook her head. “I can’t remember anything. Actually, I was wondering if you know what they look like so I can keep an eye out for them, I really do want to go home.”

The harmed look on Sun’s face was quickly shot down with a look of despair. “Well honey, I don’t know what they look like but I’ll get the word out for you. I’ve got to get going now. I need to have a quick word with Nurse Redheart. See you later.”

Exiting the filly’s room, her head hung low as she passed Redheart. “Come walk with me I have a few things I need to tell you.” She’s always done this when she felt depressed. Walking usually calmed her down.

“Well I’m afraid she’s lost her memory from all the mental trauma she’s endured. It’ll be a miracle if she ever remembers anything, which personally might be the best thing. From what I've been able to gather, she’s gone through a lot. This way she’ll have a shot at a normal life. It’s tragic but at least she’ll be truly happy.”

Redheart’s face was cold, her eyes locked on the tiled floor below. “Damn... Pardon my language.”

“It’s fine... It’s a tough situation for anypony.” SunLily raised an eyebrow at her friend. “This isn’t your responsibility, so why are you so interested in this case?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s because no pony else will. Also, I see a lot of me in her; you know what I’m talking about. Back when I was her age, it seemed the world was against me and I can tell she’s already taken quite the licken for her age. I don’t want to see her like this, or any other pony for that matter.” Redheart sighed.

A dark shadow formed around SunLily’s eyes, her voice flat and monotone. “Oh I see... I can assume you’ve already got a plan then?”

“Yep.” Redheart had a smirk on her face. “When the investigation is over, the court is going to step in and start asking relatives if they want to take custody of Scootaloo. The records I was given when she first arrived shows she has no family other then her father who is presumably alive. So, by default, she would be sent to the Canterlot orphanage unless somepony steps in and adopts her. I’m not going to lie, I’ve been thinking about it.”

Shocked, SunLily about choked on her own breath. “Adoption!? But your single and nursing doesn't really pay that well, at least not if you have a filly to take care of.”

“I said I was thinkingabout it. Besides, I’ll be able to handle it. I’ve been through worse, remember college?” Snickered Redheart.

“Oh boy, yeah do I. We survived on instant noodles for a month once. All just because you forgot to pay the rent.” Groaned SunLily, remembering that particular month.

Rolling her eyes, Redheart waved her off. “Whatever. I got my rounds to deal with, I’ll see you later.”

“Sure, I have some work to do myself. See you later.”

“Bye!” Echoed Redheart.

*****

Seven Months Later...

Redheart had gotten closer to Scootaloo, spending most nights with her. They played games, watched TV, and even read a few storybooks together. But the young filly’s memory never returned. It broke the nurse pony’s heart because almost every night before Scootaloo fell asleep, she would ask if her parents would be coming for a visit in the morning and every time it got a little harder for Redheart answer her.

A dry throat always shot a sallow answer back at her. “We’ll see. Good Night, Scoot.”

And return the young filly would give out a lazy yawn. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Night.” She usually would be out by the time Redheart made it to the door.

That next day she was met with a surprise. “Morning Scoot! I brought some of those homemade muffins you like so much.” Chimed Redheart, as she came trotting in with a basket of warm muffins on her back only to be greeted with an empty bed, a note taped to a lonely pillow on top of the bed’s white sheets. Dropping the basket of muffins, the terrified white mare ran over to the note. The basket hit the floor, sending the fluffy treats all across the glossy tiles.

With trembling hooves she read the note.

Dear Redheart,

I Love you with all my heart. I can never repay you for the love and compassion you’ve shown me during my stay here at the hospital but I have to leave. You’ve been like a mother to me during this tough time in my life, but I now know the truth. Dr. Stable came into my room last night after you left. He came to check on my condition and that’s when I asked him if he knew where my mom and dad were. At first he tried to hold back but I eventually got him to open up.

He told me that my mom had been killed and no pony knew where my dad was. At first, it was little hard to believe that they were gone, let alone the fact I have no memory of the incident. So it’s with a heavy heart that I inform you that I must leave. My dad is out there somewhere. I’ve got to find him. He could be hurt or worse, so I’ve made up my mind. I’ve taken a scooter from the hospital playground and I’m hitting the road.

Now don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I might not be old enough to fly yet me I’m still fast on wheels so I should be able to get away from any trouble. That’s beside the point, I’ll return someday so don’t worry about me. I love you…

Your loving friend, Scootaloo

With bitter tears, Redheart carefully placed the letter in a saddlebag she had been holding all morning. Snapping the metallic buckle shut of the saddlebag, she sat at the edge of the bed for what seemed a lifetime; her mind running off into the black void of nothingness.

With tears cascading down her cheeks, Redheart was only able to utter a single phrase. “I’m gonna miss her...” In a haze, she was barely able to pull herself up as she made her way down the hospital’s hallways. Despair draped over her body like a wet blanket, which made her legs quiver under its heavy mass. Undeterred, she ran into a few ponies as she made her away towards the lunchroom. Her mane concealed her make-up stained face. Barging through the metallic doors of the cafeteria, she sat down in a mess. No pony was around except for Asher.

Asher, seeing Redheart coming in disheveled, immediately went over to her. “Redheart? What's going on?” She didn’t respond. “Redheart, hello, you there? What happened? You act like somepony died.” Noticing what he just said, Asher tired to do damage control. “Did somepony really die? If that’s the case, I’m sorry. Please, just say something.”

Looking up, Redheart’s face was still covered with her mane, causing a dark shadow to wrap around her body. Even her movement seemed slow as if she was in a daze.

“Scootaloo ran away... I have no idea if she’s safe, hungry or even alive.”

Taking a seat next to her, Asher came in for a consoling hug in both compassion and sorrow. “Oh my Celestia, I’m so sorry. How did it happen? Did she just leave or what?”

Her breathing was still irregular but she still found her words in her jumbled thoughts. “She left last night, I guess she took a scooter from the courtyard's playground and snuck out somehow. She didn’t fly out, that’s for sure. She still too young... too young to be on her own as well. I’m going to have to go out and find her.”

With a disgusted look, Asher about spat out, “Yeah, I bet the security ponies were sleeping on the job again. She probably slipped right past them. Why’d she do it? I mean, what drove her to leave?”

Redheart’s dull eyes flared with anger, her tongue became sharp and she almost jumped up in rage. “It was that bucken Stable! He told her everything, about her mom being dead and her dad running off! She has no freaking clue how dangerous this pony is. If he finds her I... I... I don’t want to think about it.” Her temper vented out as her thoughts trailed off.

“Look, I’ll help you find her. I doubt Scootaloo will even get very far. Don’t worry about it.”

The exasperated nurse sighed, “She’s only six, of course I’m going to be a little worried.”

Asher nodded, “I know how much she meant to you. You guys spent a lot of time together. I did too; she was the funniest little girl I ever had the pleasure to meet. As for Stables, let him go. He isn’t worth our time. Besides, he got what he wanted in the end; an empty bed to put more patients in only to suck away their cash. All we have to worry about now is getting that little filly back.”

Moving her mane out of her eyes, she met Asher with a smile. “Your right lets get Scoot back.”

*****

Two Years Later in Ponyville...

Scootaloo had been spending the last few months looking high and low for her father. During her time, she had learned to never trust adults. To her, they always seemed too noisy and if they thought something was out of place, they would try to take her to a police station, which never ended pretty. Having faced both the blistering heat of summer and the nippy nights of fall, she was accustomed to the varying weather, however winter was just overhead in Equestria and Scootaloo didn’t want to be in the open. She had gotten used to going on for days without food until she would see a farm or a trashcan that could provide a meal. Though with seasons changing, food became harder to find and after looking in all major cities on her map that she was able to swipe from the manehattan hospital, there was only one place left on the map she hadn’t been too. A small little back water town called Ponyville.

After taking a creepy trip through the Everfree Forest, she made her way through a small field till she found herself in the town. Even though Scootaloo wasn’t able to find her father, she did find two new best friends, a steady food supply from Sweet Apple Acres and a nice school for her to get a good education. Life was good and after a while, she forgot about her old life, even though she couldn’t remember much of it anyway. Her adventures with the Cutie Mark Crusaders and school friends had made her fell normal and for once in a long time, she truly believed that. Other than for the fact she was living on her own in a tree house next to an old apple field on Applejack's farm, life was going pretty well for the filly.

Both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom had been a godsend. Before them, she had no pony else in the world who cared about her and that in return she felt the same towards them. In truth, she wanted to quit the search for her father about a week in but she couldn’t. Going back to the hospital was out of the question. After leaving, Redheart and Asher were probably so hurt they didn’t want anything to do with her. Besides, she had overstayed her welcome long before her departure. Along with that, her dad was the only hope for a family and hopefully a normal life. But the Cutie Mark Crusaders had become her family and Ponyville was her home.

But she knew it would be a matter of time before she had to tell her friends and the community the truth. Few were starting to wonder where her parents were or where she even went during the night. But something was holding her back. The main reason was because she always had the fear she would be shipped of to an orphanage. Secondly, she didn’t like the idea of having her relationship with her and her classmates become awkward or strained over her true identity.

*****

Scootaloo had overslept one morning when Applebloom came trotting up the stairs of their one roomed clubhouse. Still half asleep, the orange filly covered herself with a light blue pillow she had used during her travels. Applebloom hummed as she opened the door. Looking down, the yellow pony’s eyes met a messy haired sleeping Scootaloo. She had stopped humming and looked around the room. Confused, she saw her scooter resting in the corner while her old rugged backpack hung on the back of the tree house’s door. Seeing this Apple Bloom left her to rest while she tended to what she originally came her for.

Later she would have a talk with Scootaloo. For about a month, it was pretty clear something was wrong with Scootaloo. She had lost weight, her attention span in school had been shortening, and she had found her running around the farm at strange times of the day. She chose to wait to ask her what was wrong until she either had more evidence for her suspicions or till the time was right and that time seemed now. Picking up old blankets and some trash, Applebloom cleaned the room from top to bottom till the young pegasus finally rose. Looking over to her side, she was greeted by her friend.

Scratching her head, she was about to let out a lazy yawn. “Applebloom? What are you doing here? Isn’t it a little early for a crusader meeting?”

Cocking an eyebrow Applebloom started pacing the room. “Well I was about to ask you the same thing, but I think I already know the answer. Why the hay are you sleeping in the clubhouse?

Quickly waking up, Scootaloo jumped on the defensive. “Oh you know.... I’m um.... Camping!” Proclaimed the orange pegasus. “Yeah that’s it. I’m was trying to get my explorer cutie mark, but it’s coming slower than I thought it would.”

Even though Scootaloo was able to lie her way through the situation she was still failed to calm Apple Bloom’s suspicions “Exploring? Well that don’t make a lick a sense. If you're trying to get an explorer's cutie mark then you should be in a cave or some kind of temple. Not spending the night here in the clubhouse, especially when it’s getting colder out at night, you’ll get sick in no time.” She then continued by gathering her things, her voice bottomed out.

“Look, Scoot. I’m not dumb, I might be a simple farm girl but that doesn't mean I don’t notice things and it’s pretty obvious you’ve been living here for a while...” She couldn’t look at the pegasus, which cased Scootaloo’s heart to skip a few beats.

“Oh, well you see...” Either talked for a good while. After Scootaloo was done explaining, there was a silence that hung in the air. Scootaloo was the first to break that silence. “So I take this is where you're going to kick me out of the Crusaders for lying… about who I was...”

“I don’t know why you would think that. You're still the same pony to me and I don’t care who you were before.” Applebloom’s voice seemed to echo throughout the small room.

Keeping a civil tone, Applebloom didn’t want Scootaloo getting worked up. She cast her to view out a nearby window. “I actually had a different idea in mind. I want you to stay here at Apple Acres with me and my family.”

“But...” Scootaloo got cut off.

“I know what you're thinking and I’ve already talked it over with my sister. She knows all about you living in the clubhouse here and she won’t have it any other way. You're gonna stay here with us and we’re not gonna ask you a buncha questions about it either. Matter of fact here she comes now.” Applebloom finished as she saw Applejack coming towards the tree house.

“Wait, before she gets here I just want to say thanks. I’d love to stay with you and your family, thank you so much.” Beamed Scootaloo.

Applejack popped her head through the open front window of the clubhouse, taking both fillies by surprised. “Morning ladies. What are ya’ll doing?”

“Oh nothing really, I just told Scootaloo that she could stay with us and she said yes.” Replied the young filly.

“Oh...” Applejack was surprised the filly was really living in the clubhouse. After all, she thought Applebloom was just overreacting. The fact that Scootaloo even agreed to the offer was all the evidence she need to know Scootaloo was on her own. But the real question was what happened to her parents and how did she even go unnoticed with the authorities. Surely some pony had to have reported a run away filly at some point. All that didn’t matter right now.

“Me and my big mouth.” Muttered Applejack. Lucky, the two girls didn’t hear her. “Come on ya two lets go get some breakfast. How does that sound?”

Trotting out of the clubhouse, the three ponies silently made their way towards the farmhouse as both Applejack and her sister were more fixated on satisfying their hunger. Applebloom and Applejack had practically forgotten that Scootaloo had been living a lie for the past two years. They even opened their home up to her. She came to the conclusion that that was just how friends work.

In truth, Scootaloo had forgotten what friendship meant before she arrived in Ponyville. Living on the road had made her cold, isolated, never giving her the time to truly get close to somepony else as she searched for her father. Arriving at the house, she soon lost her train of thought as the smell of Granny Smith’s pancakes filled her nose. Big Mac greeted her with a warm smile as he weld the door open for all three ponies. Sitting down at the dining room table, Scootaloo had come to the realization that this is what it felt to have a family, which in return made her one of the happiest fillies in Ponyville.

*****

Six Weeks Later...

Life seemed to settle down in the Apple Family’s house for the orange pegasus, as she became a permanent member of the household. Within a week Big macintosh was able to construct a bed, while Granny Smith vigorously knitted a wool blanket for Scootaloo. Even Applejack and Applebloom were able to clean an old guest room just so she could have her own room to sleep in. It was no rumor that the Apple Family were some of the greatest ponies in Ponyville, however this level of hospitality made Scootaloo feel like the luckiest filly in all of Equestria. She would even start to tear up every time she thought about heading back out into the cold cruel world that she had grown so used to for the past two years while she was on the road. She would then, in return, do a few small chores around the barnyard, such as feeding the cows, cleaning the pigs or even gathering firewood for a cozy fire at night. Usually AJ would give a ‘thank you’ or an ‘Oh you didn't have to do that sweetie.’ But for some reason she couldn’t help herself. Most mornings she would find herself looking into her bedroom mirror and see a mooch. However, over time she was able to forgive herself and finally move on. Now all she had to worry about was Nightmare Night.

“Come on Scootaloo you can do it!” Cheered Applebloom.

“Ahhhhh. Easier said than done.” Gasped Scootaloo.

It was the Nightmare Night and Applebloom was doing her best to coach Scootaloo as she tried to sustain flight, even if it was just a few feet in the air and only for a moment. Both ponies waited for Sweetie Belle and Spike to arrive with their trick or treating costumes before a planned bonfire down by the abandoned orchard on the farm’s west side sector. As Scootaloo furiously flapped her wings, she could feel them becoming strained as she was barely able hover a few inches in the air before landing back on earth with a thud, her face red as a cherry and sweat dripped from her forehead. Shaking her head, Scootaloo had no choice but to give up for the time being. She needed to save her energy for some trick or treating later and flight practiced could wait.

“It’s no use, I’ll have to try again in the morning when I’m not as tired. Besides, Sweetie Belle and Spike should be here any second with the costumes. I want to get out there and get some candy as soon as possible.” She exclaimed, kicking the dirt. She took a seat on a nearby log.

Seeing the disappointment in Scootaloo’s eyes, Applebloom sat right next to her. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll get it sooner or later. All ya have to do is think about the positive, like how much you’ve improved over the past few months or like how Rarity was able to finish your wolf costume on time or even how you could get your entire body off the ground. That’s an accomplishment in itself.” Ensured a sincere Applebloom.

“Yeah... It sure was nice of Rarity have make those costumes for us. I just wish I could at least be able to hover around the classrooms like the other fillies at school. I’m really getting tired of Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. They keep giving me a hard time about it and they don’t even have wings for crying out loud.

Applebloom flushed with anger. “Like they could understand anyway. They have no idea about your struggles. I mean, if you think about it, you're pretty much a year behind the others because you were on the move so much when you were younger.”

“Yeah, but that’s behind me. I have a new life now...” Scootaloo looked up towards Applebloom, “Thanks.”

Which confused the filly. “Thanks? Now why would you say that?”

This caused Scootaloo to snicker. “Oh, nothing. You and your family are just the best, ok?”

“Don’t worry about it. I would do anything for a frie...”

“HEY YOU GUYS WE’RE HERE!!!” Cutting off Applebloom, Sweetie Belle could be seen trampling down a dusty path leading up to the farm, Spike in tow. He struggling with a large brown box filled with fabric, hats and accessories for their costumes.

“Hey... Hello? It’s not like I need help or anything.” Barked a grumpy Spike as he squirmed to get a better hold of the box.

His whining caused the white unicorn to remember that he needed some help and backtracked to the purple dragon that had fallen behind. She firmly grabbed the opposite side of the box of Spike so they could walk up to the gate. As Spike kicked open the rusty gate, both him and Sweetie Belle released the box from their grasp, causing it to land to the ground with a thick thud.

Wiping the sweat from his face, Spike was barely able to breathe before trying to speak. “Phew... Well that was a heavy load. So let’s get this straight, Applebloom here is going to go as Daring Doo.” Handing her a grey outfit and hat, Applebloom was shocked to see it came with a grey and black wig. Spike moved on to the next pony. “Ok so Scootaloo, Rarity added a few touches to your wolf costume. It’s eyes can now light up.” She took it from him with giddy excitement. “And finally, Sweetie Belle is going to be some kind of Princess”.

“You mean the kindest, most beautiful princess in all of Equestria. It even comes with wings!” Cheered Sweetie Belle.

Spike rolled his eyes. “Yyeeah, we’ll go with that. That's cute and all but you really should have gone as something a little cooler. I mean come on.”

“Oh yeah well then what the heck are you supposed to be, huh? Some kind of weird knight?” Snapped the white filly.

“Nope.” Said Spike, sticking his tongue out in one last taunt. He sucked his gut in as to make himself look more masculine. “Besides I’m going as a professional hoofball player, which is cooler than any dumb old princess anyway.”

Pouting, Sweetie Belle went back over to the box to find the rest of her accessories. “Whatever, I think it’s a great outfit. You just don’t have any taste.”

“Ah sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m going to have to agree with Spike on this one.” Chuckled Scootaloo.

Giving the orange pony a death stare, Sweetie was about to storm off “Really? Well if you guys really think that way, I’ll going trick or treating all by myself .” Which cased Applebloom to step in.

“Oh now don’t go off doing that, they're just teasing you. You can be whoever you want to be tonight, understand?” Applebloom picked up a nearby crown and placed it onto Sweetie Belle’s head. “There don’t you guys think she looks great?” Applebloom gave both Spike and Scootaloo a disapproval look.

“Oh yeah, she sure does. In fact she’s the best looking princess I’ve ever seen.” Scootaloo lied through her teeth. Spike decided to be more blunt.

Rolling his eyes, Spike put the last of his hoofball pads into place before placing the helmet over his head. “Whatever makes you happy. I still don’t think its cool but the dress really shows how much work was put into it. I guess you could say it looks pretty.”

“Sounds like someone loooves Sweetie Belle.” Laughed Scootaloo.

“What!” Spike face could be seen blushing underneath his helmet. “Oh course not! I just think Rarity did a great job with her dress is all.”

“Whatever you saw lover boy.” Joked the orange pegasus.

“Do Not!”

“Do too.”

Now both Sweetie and the purple dragon were embarrassed.

“Look lets just get out of here before it gets too dark, ok?” Suggested Applebloom.

*****

“Hey guys, we only have time for two more houses before we have to head back to the farm, alright?” Beckoned Applebloom who was almost already to the house’s gate.

“Darn. Why does she have to be so fast…” Panted an exhausted Sweetie Belle.

“To get as much candy as possible, duh.” mumbled Scootaloo as she tried to catch up with the others, her breath slightly shallow.

“What took you so long?” Asked Sweetie Belle.

“Oh Colgate, who else. She insisted on getting a better look at my teeth back at her house. I wanted to leave but she wouldn’t stop. I mean come on. What kind of dentist brings their tools home with them?” Scootaloo complained as she rolled her eyes.

Sweetie Belle started sifting through her bag, “Yeah I thought that was a little weird when she asked us to smile before she gave us candy.”

Even Spike started to grumble. “Huh that’s not even the worst part. Twilight and me have an appointment over at her office tomorrow, so that means I won’t even be able to touch my candy until I’m through with her.”

“Oh well, at least Applejack is still throwing us the campfire tonight. That’ll be fun, I’m sure of it. You might be able to get away with a s’more or two.” Insured Scootaloo.

Spike sighed. “I guess you’re right, but we might get lucky here too. I heard the couple that just moved here is from Manehatten, and you know what they say about ponies from Manehatten right?”

“No.” Said a confused Scootaloo.

“Well they usually have a lot of money so they probably have full sized candy bars.” Winked the purple dragon.

“Why, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Proclaimed Scootaloo

“Well it’s true.” Insisted Spike, as they made their way up the house’s sidewalk.

Finally reaching the front door, Sweetie Belle reached her hoof up towards its knocker before it creaked open, revealing a black silhouette of what appeared to be a mare in a witches hat. She loomed ominously over the doorframe, causing both Sweetie Belle and Spike’s legs turn to jelly. Ready to bolt, Scootaloo was able to grab both of them before they could run.

“Sorry kids, I can’t seem to find the light switch.”

Applebloom was the first to speak. “That's fine we’ll just leave, thanks anywa...”

“Oh, it’s no trouble. To be honest, you're the first fillies to stop by here all night. I guess it’s because me and my husband are too new to the neighborhood.” To Scootaloo the voice seemed familiar almost like a ghost from her past.

‘Could it be? .... No, it couldn’t. Why would she end up here anyway?’ Not noticing the mystery pony was able to find the lights, she wasn’t able to snap out of her train of thought before all her friends called out “Trick or Treat!”

That’s when she looked up towards the door to see Redheart standing in front of her. She was wearing a witch's hat along with a black skirt but other then that, she hadn’t changed a bit. At first, Scootaloo’s heart skipped a beat as she was quickly gripped with anxiety as a habit she developed on her travels. She was nervous and welling up with emotions, even if she hadn’t noticed her yet. With tears swelling up in her eyes, she grew to regret to ever leaving the hospital as she learned how much she really had missed her old friend. Especially when Asher came walking up from behind; he wasn’t wearing a costume.

She made up the end of the line her group was used to making at each house while they received their candy; she could start to feel butterflies. Finally, it was her turn. Looking up to only see Redheart digging through the bowl, she saw both her and Asher noticing who was the filly in front of them. Shocked, both ponies were unable to speak for a moment as they were reunited with the filly that had brought them together in the first place. Dropping the hoof-full of candy in the bag, Redheart was only able to mutter a short phrase.

“He...here you go kiddo, you have a safe night.”

Scootaloo smiled “Oh course, you too.” Before she left, she was able to mutter something when her friends weren't looking. “I have to head back to the farm I’ll be back tomorrow, bye!” Before quickly turning around and trotting off.

“Was that who I think it was?” Choked Redheart.

“It appears so.” Gawked Asher.

Placing the bowl of sweets to her side, Redheart couldn’t help this feeling of doubt growing in her soul. “Are you, sure?”

Asher then wrapped his foreleg around his wife. “Yeah, I’m sure of it....”

*****

Later that night at Sweet Apple Acres....

Applejack was enjoying a wonderful night with Twilight, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie pie, when Scootaloo came trotting over with her bag of candy. Her friends were not far behind but it was obvious was wrong. She was pale and a look of guilt cloaked her face as if she had committed a crime. Applejack was about to question her when Applebloom and the rest of their gang had finally made their way into the fire’s warm light. Shaking it off, AJ decided to offer the fillies some s'mores.

“Well it’s about time ya'll showed up. I was starting to think a pack of timber wolves got ya or something.” Joked Applejack

“Oh you had nothing to worry about, we can take care of ourselves.” Yawned Applebloom as she took a seat next to her older sister.

With a crooked smile Applejack waved a s’more in front of her sister’s face. “Well then I guess you don’t need this here s’more, do ya.”

Snatching the treat, Applebloom was able to swallow in a single bite. “Well, I would way’ what.” The young filly tried to say with a mouth full of marshmallow, causing both ponies to laugh.

Scootaloo found herself sitting next to Rainbow Dash who was too busy talking to Pinkie to even notice at first. “Hey there squirt, how big is your haul?”

“ Pretty good. We only stopped by the houses with full sized candy bars, so I got a crap ton.” Chimed Scootaloo. Rainbow chuckled.

Rainbow eyed Scootaloo’s candy filled pillow case. “A crap ton huh? You mind if I have a piece?”

Opening the bag, the orange filly placed a single bar of chocolate in Rainbow Dash’s hoof. It was wrapped in golden colored tin foil that shimmered in the fire’s light. “Sure, but just one. I worked my tail off getting this haul.”

“Of course silly, that would be so uncool of me.” The multi crayon colored pony reassured.

“So tell me, did you scary any ponies while you were making your rounds?” Asked Scootaloo as she popped a gumdrop in her mouth.

“A few, but I wasn’t really in the spirit of things this year. I think it has something to do with Tank. I wasn’t able to find anypony to look after him until later on in the night. I tired dressing him up as a bat and well…” Rainbow rubbed that back of her head with her hoof, “Let’s just say things went downhill from there.”

Yawning, Scootaloo started to drift off to sleep. Resting her head on Rainbow’s shoulder, she had completely forgotten to take her costume off. “Yeah... that sounds great, Rainbow Da...”

Running around town all night with a bag full of candy would make any filly tired, but something about Scootaloo made her different. To most ponies, she would appear normal, like a background character in a crowd for some film. But it’s when she slept that the filly really stood out. As her chest rose and fall in a rhythmic pattern, her breath seemed shallow or timid, as if she feared somepony finding her. While her facial expression showed a story of heartache and pure exhaustion, of a harsh existence of life on the road, it was obvious to Rainbow she was looking for something she couldn’t find in the waking world within her dreams. Something she and the orange filly could relate too, the loss of a family once held dear.

It didn’t make since; every day, in and out, Scootaloo appeared happy. Maybe she was looking for something she didn’t know she ever lost to begin with. But of course, this was all speculation. Applejack always did skip on the detail side of things. In fact, the day she told her friends of Scootaloo, she seemed distant and cold, as if Applejack herself was still left half in the dark on the situation. Just the fact that Scootaloo was a orphan moved cyan pegasus.

‘This sucks... what kind of sick, lazy ass of a monster left this little filly alone to fend for herself... She’s a gift, and some ponies are just ignorant.’ Grumbled Rainbow as she carefully removed the wolf costume off scootaloo small frame, before placing her next to Applebloom, who was just about to nod off herself.

Looking up she could see everypony's faces illuminated by the dancing fire’s glow. Twilight could be seen digging through Spike’s bag as he slept in her lap while Pinkie was telling a ghost to Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Applejack was nowhere near the fire vicinity; instead she was near the tree line collecting more sticks for the fire.

“Well I got to get going everypony. There’s a giant storm scheduled for tomorrow from the south and it’s my job to organize it all, so I gotta hit the hay. See you guys in the morning. Make sure to tell Applejack I said thanks for this little get together.” Whispered Rainbow Dash.

“Will do” Pinkie Pie said, pausing her story about Cry Filly Bridge.

Getting running start, Rainbow stretched her wings and took off. Taking flight in Luna’s night sky, she soared through chilled air. Guided by the moon light in front of her, only her thoughts kept her company as she made her way home.

“I hope Scootaloo’s happy... A filly like that only comes once in a lifetime.”

Luna’s moon loomed overhead and the crickets deep within the woods were about to end to end their symphony for the day. It was obvious midnight was approaching and the weather would soon take a turn for the worse. Winter’s cold grasp of the land would soon become ever more prevalent.

Gathering the items brought to the fire, Twilight was the second pony to leave. With a large bag filled with Spike’s Costume and candy, she started making her way home, Spike fast asleep on her back. Pinkie left soon after, leaving Big Macintosh to carry a both Scootaloo and Applebloom back to the farm house. With Rarity not to far behind, she carried a box full of costumes and candy back to her house leaving Applejack the last pony to turn in for the night. Tending to the smoldering embers of the campfire for earlier the cow pony couldn’t help but to ask the same question she had been asking herself for weeks.

‘Who are you Scootaloo? And were the in the world did your parents go?’

*****

The following morning came quietly for the small town of Ponyville and most ponies were still recovering from the night before. Even though Nightmare Night was one of the most popular holidays in Equestria, it was still exhausting to endure since by tradition most ponies remain awake until the later parts of the night, except Applejack that is. Like normally, she was up right as the skies turned from misty blue to a shimmering orange and yellow warmth.

With a fruitless attempt to sleep in for one once, Applejack finally came to the conclusion that it was never going to happen. This was mainly because it was against her very nature. All her life, the cow pony always had a reason to crawl out of bed earlier than most ponies and to her body, today was no different. So after about five hours of slumber, Applejack decided to take a calming walk around town as the other ponies were just starting to wake up. It was only after she stopped for a break did she notice somepony behind her. Seeing the streets of Ponyville abandoned was always eerie, but the fact that a mysterious pony was following her not too far behind didn’t help.

Applejack’s heart skipped a beat as she took a look behind her. Only to find a normal looking pony wandering the streets. Nervous, Applejack almost thought she had trouble on her hooves before the figure waved to her. Relieved the farm pony actually found herself a little embarrassed for jumping to conclusions.

‘Guess Nightmare Night still fresh in my head.’ Mumbled Applejack before making her way over to the mysterious pony.

“Well howdy there stranger. What brings ya around these parts?” Smiled Applejack as she greeted a white mare with a pinkish red mane.

“Oh, nothing. I hope I didn’t disturb you or anything. I’m just new to town and thought I should get a look around town when I got the chance.” Stated the earth pony.

“Me? Oh shucks, I’m just doing what ya’ll doing. Taking a look around town except I already know where I’m going.” Chuckled Applejack.

“I see... Well I’m Redheart. My husband and me just moved in about a week ago after we got married.” Blushed Redheart.

“Well congratulations!” Chimed the orange earth pony before shaking Redheart’s hoof with a death grip. “My name’s Applejack, by the way. My family and me own the Apple orchard right up the road.”

“How lovely that must be.” Chirped Redheart “You see, before I moved her I was stuck in a small apartment in Manehatten, so anything is considered a upgrade to me. I would love to own a farm. I just don’t know anything about farming.”

Applejack smiled. “Well why don’t you stop by for breakfast then. We have a lot of leftover food from last night and it would be a shame to let it all go to waste. Besides, we don’t have much going on at the farm today anyway.”

“Sounds great! I’ll go grab my husband; his name’s Asher by the way. Before I forget, I want to thank you for the hospitality. In fact you're the first pony to walk up and say hello all week. I really appreciate that.”

“Oh don’t mention it, most ponies are a little shy to strangers in Ponyville. They’ll warm up to you eventually. Lets not focus on that right now. I’ll let you head back to your place to pick up Asher and by the time you reach the farm, I’ll have breakfast set lickity split. If you're having trouble finding us just take a left at the train station you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Quipped Redheart.

*****

Later that morning, both Scootaloo and Applebloom were awoken to the smell of fresh pancakes. They rolled off the living room sofa Big Mac had placed them on the night before. Lazily making there way to the kitchen, Scootaloo could hear Applejack having a conversation with two other ponies who voices sounded familiar. Scootaloo turned the corner of the doorframe to see both Nurse Redheart and Asher sitting with Applejack at the kitchen table. Half asleep, the young filly rubbed her eyes just to make sure it was truly who she thought they were, only to have her suspicions confirmed.

Turning, Applejack greeted Scootaloo with a hearty smile before turning to concern. “Morning there, sugar cube! Did ya’ll sleep well? Cause you look a little pale.”

Astounded, Scootaloo didn't talk. Instead, she moves her eyes towards the ground, frozen. Redheart started to feel concerned. She trotted over to the silent, young pegasus.

Embracing the filly in front of her, she was the first to speak. “Scootaloo, I had no idea you were here all this time.”

Scootaloo finally found the words, “I... I... I’m sorry. Running off was such a stupid idea.”

“It doesn't matter. All I care about now is that may little filly patient that ran off is back. Besides, I don’t blame you. If I were in your hooves, I would have done the same thing. I just wish I were the one to tell you about your father. Not that horrible pony Mr. Stable.” Comforted Redheart before Asher got his word in.

“Yeah, all that matters is that you're safe. I’m not going to lie, you had a us worried there for a while kiddo.” Added Asher as he came over to join the two, leaving Applejack by the table to endure the awkward air left by the Scootaloo’s reunion.

Fussing with her mug, Applejack was relieved when she heard the voice of her little sister. “Hey, what the hay is going on here?” A groggy Applebloom asked as she made her way into the room. Quickly making her leave, she took Applebloom with her outside. Walking out the front door of their house, Applejack placed her sister on the porch swing that had been Idly standing by.

“Applejack? What's going on, why are there strangers in the kitchen?” Questioned Apple Bloom.

“To be honest, I ain't too sure myself. Somehow, by a stroke fate, I invited over for breakfast someone who knows Scootaloo. It’s been the biggest breakthrough I think she’s had since she got here.”

Frowning Apple Bloom pointed towards the door. “Then why are we standing out here like a bunch of chickens? We should go introduce yourselves, or at least keep an eye on them, who knows what they're up too. I mean, they could just be pretendin’ to know Scootaloo and they really want to kidnap her or something.”

Applejack chuckled. “ I doubt that. When Scootaloo came walking in the room, her face lit up. I’m sure they know each other. Also, when I met them on the street this morning, the mare seemed to check out. I wouldn’t let any ponies here that would hurt her. Anyways we need to give them a moment to catch up, there’s time for questions later.”

Nervously sitting on the porch swing, Applebloom tried getting a better view of the ponies in the kitchen from over her shoulder. “Applejack what if they’re going to fillynap her or somethin’. Or worse, she chooses them over us and she moves far away. I don’t want to lose my friend, and I’m sure Sweetie Belle will be a wreck.” Whined Applebloom.

“Oh I doubt she’ll move away. Those two ponies in there are named Redheart and Asher and they just got here. So I’m sure they’ll be here for a while, but as for Scootaloo...” Applejack paused as she started remember in own parents.

“Look we know next to nothin’ about were Scootaloo’s been, where she’s truly from, or where her family is. Now I don’t mean to be so blunt, but that’s how it is and I think she should put that into consideration. We’re goin’ to let Scootaloo sort things out on her own. It looks like Redheart and Asher are the closest things to a family before she made her way to Ponyville. So if something really does come out of this today, then you're going to have to let go. It’ll be for the best. I have no idea what's going on in there. Like I said before, I doubt anything will come out of this. She’s probably going to move in with Redheart anytime soon.” Explained the cow pony.

But Applejack was lying. She knew full well that Scootaloo was somehow close to these random ponies she found on the street. This entire event might have taken her by surprise, but Applejack wasn’t slow. Scootaloo might feel guilty today but sooner or later she’ll want to move in with Redheart and Asher who had been her only family before reaching out to the Apple family. In fact, if Redheart and Asher didn’t bring up the topic later, she would, because Applejack knew that Scootaloo would be truly happy if she was with them instead.

*****

One Week Later...

One Week had passed and after much debate it was final. Scootaloo would be moving into Redheart and Asher’s new home just on the edge of town. Just as expected, Applebloom wasn’t very excited. But instead of having fear of losing a friend, Applebloom’s protest was more focused on the farm itself. With Scootaloo leaving the farm, she would have to pick up the slack like before, giving her double the work. So after a small talk, an agreement was reached when Scootaloo offered to do some chores around the farm after school a couple days out of the week.

As for Redheart’s new house, the best word to describe it was humble. It was painted a milky white while the trim around its doors, windows and roof were painted a heavy blue color and carved with a complex pattern of swirls, shapes and flowers. The house itself had to be over 100 years old, at least. Much like Applejack’s house, it was a farmhouse except smaller. With most of its land sold off throughout the years, all the remained of the building’s land was a small front and back yard. Yellow flowers lined the sidewalks as a little deck wrapped around the house’s side, leading to a dead end with it’s own porch swing. It even had an old stone well in the back yard with a bucket and rope. Its wooden frame had a hint of green from years of growing algae. With rolling hills and a gentle breeze from the west, the house was perfect and it didn’t take Scootaloo long to settle in. Within a week the young filly, with the help of the Apple family and Redheart, was able to move her bed, dresser, and other various items from one farm house to the other.

When the day finally came that everything had been moved and Scootaloo would officially be moved in with Redheart and Asher, she made sure to show Applejack and Applebloom how grateful she was for all their support. Giving both ponies a warm embrace and watching both ponies walk off into the sunset towards their farm, a small smile crept onto her face.

Finally, Scootaloo could forget about her past. All the pain, hunger, and tears were behind her, along with her father. She might never fully know what happened to her father, but she didn’t care. All Scootaloo cared about was she had her friends, and a family who loved her. She had Redheart and Asher to thank for that. She was never able to regain the memory of her real parents. To Scootaloo, Redheart always had been, and always will be, her mom.

The End

Epilogue Ten Years Later....

Scootaloo was now 18. Fully grown and a talented flyer, she could often be seen racing from cloud to cloud as she made her way across town. Ever since she finally learned how to control the air with her wings, with the help of Asher and Rainbow Dash, she’d always been in the skies. The only time she would come down would be either for her friends friends or skating, which had become a passion of hers back when she turned ten. Asher had picked up a fairly new skateboard down the road during a yard sale. Flames had been painted on its underbelly. Both Redheart and Asher knew it wasn’t much, but they were short on money and had a house to pay off. Scootaloo didn’t even notice. Placing her scooter aside, she spent the next week learning how to use it. Eight years later, most ponies called her a pro. Using her wings for propulsion, back flips and grinding was a breeze for her and if her skills weren’t proof enough for the skeptics, her Cutie mark said otherwise. It was a picture of a fiery Skateboard with a yellow lightning bolt engraved on the board’s bottom side.

But even though boarding had become a favorite hobby of hers, Scootaloo had chosen a different profession than boarding. All the training Asher had given her had not only made her into a great flyer, but one of the best. She ended up joining a team called the Thunder Storms, which are a division of the Wonderbolts, whose job is to travel the globe to combat raging storms. Only the most gifted pegasi are hired to calm such events.

Redheart always had a fear that someday Scootaloo’s father would come looking for her so that he could finally finish what he started so many years ago, by killing his daughter, but the day never came. Apparently, detectives from Manehatten had finally caught up to him.Turns out Scootaloo’s dad was Cloud Stomper, and that he had jumped into an oncoming train, killing himself instantly, just four months after killing his wife, Summer Breeze. It brought the nurse pony relief when the case became open to the public. Redheart never had the heart to tell Scootaloo. In the end it was for the best though, forgetting about her past was what gave her the strength to move on towards a better future.

Author's Note

First Story in a while hope it's great!