QUICK A/N: I know I said it's going to be 2nd person fic, but the bits without 'you' will be done
in 3rd person. Anyway, enjoy chapter 2.

You were glad to finally be set down from the magical aura, Princess Sparkle leaving you on a couch in the middle of the room. She trotted off to the side of the room with the guard, where they had a hushed conversation, giving you a chance to look around. If this really was her house, then she must be pretty intelligent with all these books. The sound of a frustrated sigh drew your attention to one of the corners, but all you could make out was the tip of a white horn, the shelves bathed in a cool green light. “Dumb books! Why won't you go back on the shelves?” The voice was young, and you briefly wondered if it was her sister.

“Sweetie Belle...” You watched as Princess Sparkle dropped her conversation and cantered around the table hindering your view. “...what have I said? Open your eyes.”

“But...”

“Ah, no buts! You need to concentrate, and how can you concentrate on something if you can not see it? Now... open your eyes.”

“Yes, Mrs Sparkle.” Well, that answered the question of possible siblings as the area glowed green once more, three books lifting from the floor and slotting into empty spaces. “I did it! I did it!”

“Yes, you did. Why don’t you run home and show your parents?”

“But... I thought we were going to extend our lessons?” Oh, it was Princess Sparkle's student! That made much more sense, but magic practice in her home? You had only heard of that a few times, and it had only ended badly for those involved, as the homes were not properly magic shielded.

“I'm sorry Sweetie, but I have some Royal business to attend to. I promise that our next session will double in time, and...” she was cut off as the white unicorn revealed herself, jumping around the unicorn's neck with a squeal of glee. And then she was gone out the door, not one glance in your direction.

It was then that you noted the guard had departed as well, turning your gaze back to the mare just closing the door with her magic. She turned with a fond smile on her face, sitting in a chair opposite you. “That was Sweetie Belle, I'm teaching her how to use magic. Her sister should be doing it, but Rarity gets... easily distracted. Now, I don't want to be a poor host, but I had a prior engagement this evening and do not want to miss it. Will you be okay on your own?”

You answer with a small nod, and she rose from her seat. You went to do so as well, but were once more floating in a aura of magic, the glare aimed at you telling you off for attempting to move. You were floated up the stairs behind her and into a rather unfurnished room, setting you down on the expertly made bed. “You can stay in here whilst you are with us. The only time it gets busy it's during lunch and the weekend.” Her statement confused you further, and you had to clarify something.

“Gets busy? How?”

“Well, this is a library, so ponies come by now and then to get books.” Well, that explained the amount you had seen. You then noticed your luggage in the corner, still packed away. Princess Sparkle suddenly started to giggle, her eyes shining as she looked at you. “Did you think that they were mine? My books are in my room, which is on the floor above us. Now, don't try to overstrain yourself unpacking, Spike will be along soon and will help you.”

“Another student?”

“Nope, my number one assistant! Just be warned... he's not quite a pony. Anyway, I need to head out or I'll be late. You just rest until Spike gets here.” You laid down on the cot and sank into the impossibly soft mattress, closing your eyes with a sigh.

“Thank you, Princess Sparkle.”

“Please, just call me Twilight.” With that she closed the door, leaving you in peace. You did have the notion of unpacking, but the thought of angering another mare bid you refrain from doing so. You'd just have to wait till this 'Spike' arrived, pony or not.

Twilight gave a sigh as she slipped into the hot tub in Ponyville Spa and Massage, smiling over to her friends. Her day had been filled with making sure her home was clean and ready for guests, and ensuring that the stallion now in her spare room would be left in peace. The sound of a timid voice being cleared bid her open her eyes, noticing Fluttershy was now seated next to her. “So... um, who is he?”

“HE? TELL. ME. EVERYTHING!” Twilight pushed Rarity away from her and glanced around, ensuring that they were the only three present.

“I can't tell you his name, by Royal Order. What I can tell you, however, is that he's recently been through some unjust hardship in his life.”

“You mean his, um, injuries?”

“No Fluttershy, that happened afterwards, in Canterlot. The guards are hunting those responsible. Anyway, Celestia thought it would be a good idea for us to help him in anyway possible, and that's exactly what we'll do.”

“But... um, how can we do that... um, if we don't know anything about him?”

“We'll just have to trust, that over time, he'll open out to us. Obviously I know what happened, or I wouldn't have allowed him into my home.”

“He's at yours? Can I... um, come see him afterwards?”

“Well, I dunno... he seemed tired.” Twilight smiled softly to her pegasus friend, but her gaze was returned by one of pleading, and concern for her temporary lodger. “Okay Fluttershy, but we'll make it a quick one. Yes, you can come too Rarity.” Twilight suddenly found herself short of breath as her friends hugged her tightly.

You quietly whimper to yourself as you lie on the floor. You had grown bored, and attempted to unpack. That meant moving you suitcases, a task that was impossible in your current state, but that didn't stop you. You had tried to use your broken hoof to grip them, but had put too much pressure on the other, resulting in your current predicament, splayed out on the floor like a newborn foal trying to take its first steps. Your eyes went wide as you heard hoofsteps on the stairs, the door to your room swinging open. “Whoa, dude, what are you doing?”

You opened your eyes, expecting and angry princess, but instead found yourself to be looking upon a strange bipedal creature. It approached and pulled you back into bed, tipping your upturned suitcase the right way. “Man, if Twi saw you doing this whilst injured... anyway, the name's Spike, nice to meet ya!”

You quickly tell him your name, but only the first part, hoping against hope that the news hadn't got that far. Instead, the little creature you now realised was a small dragon, having seen pictures of him before, moved both cases over to a nearby chest of drawers, and began to store your stuff away. It wasn't much, just some cold weather gear, a couple of formal suits, and a range of trinkets that you had brought with you. “Dude, what you got in here?”

You looked up to see Spike had pulled out a long cardboard tube. You cast your gaze around the wall, and pointed to one where there was enough spare space. The little dragon disappeared out of the room and returned a moment later with a ladder and some pins. You informed him that it was rolled up bottom first, so that's where he started.

At first all you could see was a fiery tail, and then the writing started to appear. “To my number one fan... SPITFIRE?” Spike then began to work faster, revealing the mare in a striking pose, a sultry look upon her face. It took a few minutes for the dragon to roll his tongue back in, but he managed it and turned back towards you. “So... you think you're her biggest fan? Dash ain't going to like this!”

“Actually, I know her quite well.”

“Really? How? What, are you a groupie for the 'bolts or something?”

“No... Fleetfoot is my sister.”

“Spike, what the hay is taking you so long? It can't be that hard to put some stuff away, can it? Hurry up, I need that book on weather formations!” He slowly raised a claw to his forehead and began to rub it, but stopped when the sound of wings fluttering got closer. “And what the buck was all that about Spit... fire?”

You looked to the doorway to see a cyan pegasus mare with a rainbow mane staring slack jawed at your poster, before she turned her gaze to you. “It's a good thing you're already injured, 'cos I'd beat the hay out of you for claiming that you're her number one fan!”

“Well, I'm the one with the poster.” You had no idea what made you say that , but you felt like challenging her claim to your given title. “I've probably met her more times than you have.”

“Oh really? Well, how many times did you see her last week? I saw her three times!”

“Three? That's impressive.” It filled you with glee as she began to smirk, but you kept it locked inside. After all, you were about to bring her down to the ground. “I saw her eight times, and the last one is when she gave me that poster.”

She dropped to the floor, mouth hanging open in shock. Spike walked over and whispered into her ear, her eyes getting wider with each second, before she ignored the dragon and zipped over to your bed, getting uncomfortably close. “What are the others like? Did you ever go flying with them? Who's fastest, Spitfire or Soarin? Can you arrange a meet...hey!!” The mare was pulled away with a lavender glow, and turned to face the withering gaze of Princess Sparkle.

“Rainbow Dash, you will not aggravate my guests injuries any further, and allow him time to rest! Now, what made you burst in here?”

“Came for a book, but he knows the Wonderbolts!” The lavender alicorn looked at your poster before throwing the pegasus out of the door, and closing it behind her. “Sorry about that, she can be a lot to handle sometimes. There's another pony outside that wishes to see you. Don't worry, she only wants to make sure you're okay.”

“Who?” You were certainly wary of more ponies in the library, but Twilight's next words melted all of you anxiety away as she opened the door and waved another in with a hoof.

“Do you remember Fluttershy?” Of course you did, she was the one that had pulled you from the gutter, the one who kept staring at you on the train. She entered the room with a soft smile, but stopped with a gasp when she looked at you, then turned to her friend.

“Twilight, I need bandages, stitches, and any other medical supplies you can find...now!” The two moved with incredibly speed, the alicorn leaving the room and the pegasus shooting over to you, pushing you gently onto your side. It was then that you felt some pain, wiping your chest with a hoof, eyes going wide as you saw the other bandages now stained red. “Just lie still, let me take care of you.”

“You'll just want to rip them out, when you find out...” You began to feel light headed, your vision swimming.

“Find out what? Can you hear me?” You tried to respond, but you couldn't say anything coherent. You vision went black as the mare squeezing you good hoof pleaded with you to stay awake. The last thing that went through your mind was how the hay did she know what hoof to hold?

Author's Note

So... who want's to see the poster?

What else did you expect? You are a colt after all!