A Dark Night

Scootaloo:

Scootaloo followed Big Mac nervously towards the house.  She was not only concerned with him finding out but what will the rest of the Apple family think; even worse of those thoughts were her friends Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.  Other thoughts consisted of what was going to happen to her after this night was over.  What was Big Mac going to do with her?

“Miss Scoot’s?”

Scootaloo jumped a few feet in the air, her wings fully extended out of fear.  Buzzing slowly back to the ground Big Mac was looking at her with a concerned look.  “yyy-Yes?” said the filly shaking.  “Well you just stopped and all and was wondering if you are okay?”

“I just have a lot on my mind at the moment, must have not realized that I stopped, sorry!” she replied shivering more.  Big Mac took notice and knelt down next to the filly signaling for her to get up.

Still with a lot of concern on her mind Scootaloo’s thoughts were spinning so fast that she didn’t realize that they had arrived at the Apple Family’s House moments later.  Once again frighten when Big Mac lowered himself to allow her to descend from his back.

She hoped off his back and Big Mac opened the back door (Being taught to be a gentlecolt by none other than Granny Smith) and lead her into the kitchen.  Lighting the stove he went over to the nearby pantry and got a canned jar of Granny Smith’s carrot dumpling soup.  Opening it and dumping it into a pot.

Next he went into the den and fetched a blanket, only to find out Winona was sleeping on it. Tugging it gently away from her and waking her in the process. She began to follow him into the kitchen to investigate not only the smell of food but of another guest.  Happy as can be to find someone there.

Scootaloo watch her dance around for a bit and gave a faint smile.  Big Mac noticed this as he gave her a bowl of the soup.  Still worried with her thoughts about what will happen she watched Winona sniff about and then stop for a drink from her dish nearby.

The soup was delicious and when she was finishing her last spoonful she gave a light yawn.  Seeing this Big Mac cleared the dishes from the table and offered the tired filly the chance to take a quick shower.

Scootaloo was still cold and a warm shower sounded like the perfect way to help. She managed a small nod and he guided her to the bathroom on the second floor.  Showing her the towels he told her that he would be in his room next door if she needed anything.

Turning on the faucet she waited till the water was alright and hopped in.  Just standing there and letting the warm water soak into her fur and feathers.  It was just an awesome feeling.  After some time just standing there she quickly cleaned herself up with soap and rinsed off before turning off the water.

She got out and dried off using a soft towel from the small closet Mac had showed her.  She sat there and looked into the mirror that was near the sink.  Just staring there and feeling lonely and confused.  The main question on her mind was “Where is this going to go in the long run?”.

:Big Macintosh

Big Mac had just got done with giving Scoots something to eat noticed she was getting tired.  After showing her where everything was in the bathroom he decided to lay down in his room next door while he waited for the filly to finish up.

While he was waiting his mind was racing on what he was going to do with her tomorrow.  He was unsure of what was going to happen.  He decided she was best left here with him till at least Applejack returned late Sunday with Granny and Apple Bloom.

Getting up he realized that she was still in the bathroom.  Lightly tapping on the door he heard hoof-steps and the door opened.  Scootaloo emerged with a yawn and a sad look on her face.  “Miss Scoots, are you alright?”

“Umm, (Sigh) I guess so, I’m just tired”

“Well I don’t think Bloom would mind you sleeping in her room for now, you being her best friend and all, plus we don’t have anywhere else for you to sleep.” he explained as he was leading her down the hall to Apple Bloom’s room.

:Scootaloo

Consisting of a four-post bed with a night stand and dresser with a mirror on top of it, some small personal items scattered here and there, Apple Bloom’s Room was pretty basic.   Sitting up on the bed she smiled of all the great memories all three cutie mark crusaders had together in this one room.

Many sleepovers that usually ended up in Applejack or Big Mac yelling at them to go to sleep.  Many times they talked afterwards to each other and giggles could still be heard to the early morning hours.  Other times would be intense thinking sessions on how to get their cutie marks; many times they came up with nothing. The other thought on her mind was of her parents death bringing tears to her eyes.

Big Macintosh:

Mac sat down and patted her on the shoulder giving her comfort.  She started weeping into his fur. The sad and scared filly continued to cry into his fur and after a few minutes she started calming down enough for Big Macintosh to ask “What’s troubling you Scoots?

“It’s m-m-my Mom and Dad” She managed to reply just before Scootaloo starting another crying session that lasted another couple of minutes.  The whole time Big Mac continued padding her on the back for comfort.  “They Died about 4 months ago”.  Unable to control the water works she brought her in for a huge hug.

:Scootaloo

Scootaloo was unable to stop crying at this point and now that someone knew her kept secret she was scared of the possible results.  Being held by Big Macintosh was soothing and she was starting to feel her eyes getting heavy.  She had only heard him say a few select words in the past except for the school news paper incident where he had yelled at Apple Bloom to leave Applejack and himself alone.

No longer crying and heaving a small sigh she nuzzled into Big Mac’s fur a little more as sleep fell over her.

Big Macintosh:

The filly continued crying into his fur.  He continued to sooth her by rubbing her back.  The news of her parents dying was a shock to him.  He was unsure what he was going to do with Scootaloo.  He noticed that she had stopped crying and was nuzzling into his side.

As the filly slowly drifted off to sleep beside him, his past came back to him.  He too had lost his parents when he was not to older than her.  Apple Bloom only a foal and didn’t really remember them too much.  Photos of them around the house here and there to remind Applejack , Apple Bloom, and Him of them.

Slowly getting up so he didn’t wake her he slowly covered her in the blankets on Apple Bloom’s bed.  Then slowly tip-hoofing out to the hall he turned off the light and closed the door slowly.

Quietly going to the bathroom to clean up himself not only because of a tear filled coat and mane but sweet from working all day.  When done and dried off he went back to his room and laid down.  Almost instantly he was asleep.