Luv Sic

Chapters

Reflection
Sad Melody
Moonlight 624
In between time
Dreams
Classical Dubtrot at the Party
Beat + Melody = L.O.V.E
Part 1
Perception

Reflection

With what little understanding the small dragon had, he could gather that his white mare friend Vinyl needed them to go somewhere right this second. The other, minor detail mind you, was simple

“Where are we going, and why?” he asked looking at Vinyl. Vinyl kept sprinting as she began to explain.

“I couldn't really sleep all that well cause I was thinking a lot,” she said looking back at him.

“Isn't that a dangerous pass time for you?” Spike asked cocking his eyebrow and then smirking. Vinyl shot him a quick glare before continuing.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up and listen. It was while I was thinking that I remembered my home colt Neon Lights wanted me to join him on a new track that he was working on in Canterlot. And I figured while we were there I could get you to record your song! By the way, what do you call it anyway?” she asked tilting her head back to hear him.

“Luv Sic,” he said simply. Spike could only ride as the psycho mare he was currently on just barreled through the streets on full sprint. Surprisingly they made it to the train station with more time then Vinyl thought, which just left the wait for Octavia. Spike climbed down and thought for a few seconds before asking a question.

“How long are we gonna be in Canterlot? Cause I do have choirs and stuff back at the library,” he said looking to Vinyl.

“That all depends on you Scale Head. If you can knock the song out quick then we can be back in 2 days,” the DJ answered. Spike just looked up at her and sighed. Vinyl looked the drake over before saying anything else. “Dude, are you alright? You look kinda tense. You know aside from me dragon napping you and all,” she said sitting down next to him. Spike looked at her and blew a plum of smoke from his nose.

“Nah, just that jerk bag Thunderlane,” he said sighing. Vinyl looked interested now, but before she could push the subject Spike began to explain. “While we were waiting for you to show, Rarity showed up with Thunderlane. I decided the best way to get over the fact that Rarity is with him was just to face it and show some support,” he said closing his eyes as he remembered what happened only a few moments ago. “Everything was goin' good till he said he and Rarity were at our show last night. Apparently the music we made was too boring for his taste. So he and Rarity left before we finished the encore,” he looked to the ground as anger started to swell in his belly. More smoke pluming from his nostrils “So not only did he take the mare I loved, but also trash talked my music. To my face!” he shouted. A small burst a flames shot from his mouth as he did. Vinyl jumped to her hooves and backed up a bit.

“Whoa, easy there Spike. I can understand you're upset. I've had my fair share of critics. Celestia knows that,” she said. She approached him slowly and placed a hoof on his shoulder. Spike looked to the unicorn and saw an easy going smile on her face. “Just let it roll off your shoulders Spike,” she said calmly. Spike sighed lightly and let his shoulders slump.

“Alright Vi, I got ya,” he said softly. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Letting most of his anger seep through with it. He looked up to see a very winded Octavia run into view. She panted lightly as she drew closer and stopped to try and catch her breath.

“Vinyl, never *huff do that huff* again,” she warned through segmented breaths. Vinyl simply started laughing.

“Oh come on Tavi, you got winded just from that? You need to improve your stamina,” Vinyl said between chuckles. Spike smiled lightly. These two really knew how to get him to smile. With the three together once again, they hopped onto the train, after purchasing tickets, heading straight to Canterlot. The trip would take them a day to get there and a day to get back. During this time, Spike decided it best to let Twilight know what was happening. He asked around the other passengers for a pencil and paper. Acquiring both, he sat down in his seat and started writing.

Dear Twilight,

As you can tell from this letter, I probably won't be coming home this evening. Or tomorrow evening. Vinyl, oh so gracefully mind you, has dragon napped me and Octavia to go to Canterlot to meet her friend Neon to record our song. I know I have chores to do, and I'm sorry I won't be back for a few days to do em. You can give me a nice earful later, but honestly I blame Vinyl. I will write you when we get to Canterlot. Also, I'm gonna send a message to the princess to see if she can help us out with some room and board. See ya when I get back

Spike

He looked the paper over a couple times, and with a small burst of fire, it was off to his sister.

“What was that?” Vinyl asked.

“Just sent a letter to Twilight saying how you dragon napped me. And If I get chewed out because of this, I'm blaming you,” he said pointing to the unicorn. Vinyl just shrugged it off.

“Eh, I can live with that,” she said putting her hooves behind her head. Octavia just smiled and laughed at the two. She gained a distant look in her eye as she recalled what had happened in the cafe. Rarity, who seemed like she was more interested in Spike's music then she let on, was seemingly willing to put whatever bad blood was between her and the dragon behind them. She didn't come off as snobbish or anything else like that, but considering it was her first time meeting the seamstress, Octavia couldn't really say. However, the one thing that would remain unforgivable for quite some time, was Thunderlane. She did the right thing by slapping him across his face. He had deserved it for such remarks. Her gaze fell upon Spike once more, noting that he still had some plate fragments in his claw.

“Spike, would you like us to get those out for you?” she asked. Spike blinked a couple times before looking at this claw. He chuckled a couple times.

“Ha ha, forgot those were in there. Thick scales and all,” he said. He set to work pulling each of the pieces out. Vinyl and Octavia watched him, unsure really what could be said.

“So, got anything else stuck in that head of yours?” Vinyl asked. Spike looked up at her and thought for a moment.

“Maybe. I usually only come up with stuff on the fly when I play. Kinda like a trigger or somethin',” he said shrugging. Vinyl smirked. And then looked to Octavia.

“Then I guess we will have to put him through 'that' when we see Neon,” she said with a wink. Octavia looked confused but then realized what Vinyl meant by “That”. She smiled and nodded simply. The three began a simple conversation about some of their best memories of Canterlot. Interestingly enough, Spike had the most out there tale when he recalled how he and Princess Celestia fought off a army of giant Cockatrice using a trident.

Back in Ponyville, Rarity and Thunderlane had made it back to the boutique after the “incident” at the cafe. Rarity had remained quite for the most part and so did Thunderlane. Upon arrival, Thunderlane invited himself in and sat down on the sofa Rarity kept in the main lobby. He could still feel the sting of Octavia's hoof against his muzzle. It didn't sit well with him.

“Hey babe, I wasn't wrong in saying all that about the dragon's music right? I am entitled to my opinion,” he said defending himself. Rarity looked to him blinking a few times before she answered.

“Actually, I think you were very wrong in what you said,” she announced. Thunderlane shot her a odd look. As if he couldn't really believe she was siding with Octavia.

“Are you serious? The music was boring. It was such a snore that no one in the audience was even enjoying it. They cheered out of sympathy for that first one,” he said snorting. Rarity gave him the same look she had the night of the concert. The look that she didn't want to believe he was this much of a jerk.

“You must be joking. The first song was moving, and spoke of matters of the heart. Anypony could see that. And as for the second, it was a very very lovely experience. One that you, to be quite frank about it, robbed me of simply because you couldn't understand it's beauty,” she retorted. Thunderlane hopped off the couch and looked Rarity in the eye.

“Oh so I should have not complained that his music sucked huh?” he snorted as he got in Rarity's face. She wasn’t backing down from his advances.

“No you shouldn't have. He made something wonderful. You were just too ignorant to get it,” she said raising her voice. Her raised tone earned her a solid glare from the stallion.

“Well, if you like It so much, then you can enjoy your crappy music. Alone. We are done here,” he said taking his leave. Rarity turned around just as she saw him heading out the door.

“Wait!” she shouted. Thunderlane gained a smirk as he started to turn around.

'Knew she wouldn't want it to end like this,' he mused to himself. As he now faced the dressmaker, he noticed that her horn was surrounded by her magical aura. Around her, floating and pointing at him, were pins, needles, scissors, and various other pointed objects.

“Don't ever come back!” she shouted. Thunderlane's face paled as he bolted out the door. An array of objects hurtling towards him as he fled. With a satisfied smile, Rarity slammed the door shut and trotted back to her inspiration room. Her smile faded soon enough though. Her head slumped and she simply sat in the middle of the room. “Perhaps I should have given Spikey a chance,” she said softly. Looking around the room, a red glint caught her attention. Enclosed in a golden necklace, sat the heart shaped fire ruby Spike had given her. It gleamed brightly in the afternoon sunlight, casting a red reflection along the ground. She gazed at the gem, remembering the day he gave it to her. A small smile graced her muzzle as images of the gentledrake filled her mind.

“I made a horrible mistake,” she said closing her eyes, letting a single tear fall down her cheek. She reopened her eyes with a determination. “A mistake I will rectify! As Celestia as my witness, I will regain Spikey Wikey's trust!” she shouted to the heavens. With that outburst, she ran from her home and headed straight for the library. Twilight, who was casually reading a book on ethics, sat quietly. Her trance was broken when a burst of green fire swirled in from her window and transformed into a scroll. She eyed it curiously before using her magic to open it.

“Huh, so he wont be back till the day after tomorrow and Vinyl is to blame. Hmm, he still should have come home first to tell me,” Twilight said rolling the scroll back up and then setting it on her desk. She nestled back in with her book just as the front door slammed open with the force of a train. The librarian's head shot up and turned to the door.

“SPIKE!!! SPIKEY ARE YOU HERE!?!?” she heard a frantic pony scream out. The voice registered quickly enough as she gazed upon Rarity.

“Rarity, what are you doing here?” Twilight asked just wondering what in tartoras she was screaming about. Rarity approached her quickly and slammed her hooves on her shoulder and began to shake the lavender mare.

“Where is Spikey? I must speak with him immediately!” she said frantic as she shook her. Twilight's head whipped back and forth as she tried to both not lose her lunch and try to make sense of what was being said.

“Spike isn't here. He went to Canterlot,” Twilight said between shakes. Rarity stopped suddenly and let Twilight go. The librarian made a rather unpleasant grunt as her body collided with the ground. Rubbing her neck Twilight got herself to a vertical base before questioning the fashion mare.

“What do you mean he went to Canterlot?? he was just at the cafe a little over a half an hour ago!” Rarity questioned. Twilight groaned loudly and motioned for her friend to sit down. Rarity simply nodded and walked over to the nearest seat. Twilight sat herself down across from her and lit her horn up, levitating the letter she had just received to Rarity to read.

“I just got a letter from him not a few seconds before you came in. he said something about Vinyl snagging him and Octavia to go record their songs with one of Vinyl's friends named Neon,” Twilight explained. Rarity looked over the letter quickly and noticed the name Neon just as Twilight said it. Her head shot up in sudden realization.

“Wait, Neon? As in The Neon Lights? One of the most sought after D.js in all of Equestria?” Rarity asked.

“Guess so. I don't know anypony else with the name, so logic would dictate that that's the stallion,” Twilight said in a matter of fact way. Rarity's face looked like a mix of shock and awe.

“Oh my. My little Spikey Wikey is going to work claw in hoof with Neon lights!” she squealed out with a huge grin. Her eyes snapped shut as she could just imagine the unicorn stallion and the young drake on a stage together, playing whatever kind of music they wanted. Her thoughts were suddenly derailed and ground to a halt when Twilight cleared her throat. The white mare looked at her friend, who had a different look about her now. One not of excitement like she thought it would be, but rather one of judgment.

“I'm sorry, but 'your' Spikey Wikey?” Twilight asked. Rarity froze hearing the emphasis on the term you're. Rarity looked offended for a moment before speaking.

“And just what do you mean by that Twilight? Of course he is my special little dragon,” Rarity argued in a rather haughty matter of fact voice. This tone caused Twilight to grow irritated. Closing her eyes for a moment, Twilight sighed and then looked to the mare in front of her. Rarity felt a chill run down her spine as Twilight's gaze felt like it was shooting daggers into her.

“He hasn't been 'your' Spikey Wikey since you broke his heart,” Twilight said bluntly. Rarity's mouth dropped open as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

“Now see here-”

“I'm not done,” Twilight said very sternly. Rarity fell silent at the increased volume of Twilight's voice. “It's been months since Spike found out about you and Thunderlane. Do you know what he did after he found out?” she asked looking Rarity in the eye. Rarity opened her mouth to respond, but was soundly cut off. “Rhetorical question; I'll tell you what he did. He burned the poem he had written for you, came home, and stayed in his bassinet for 4 days. He didn't come out to eat, do his choirs, or even talk to AppleJack, Fluttershy, or anypony else who came by. On the fifth day he came down finally. His eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. I tried to ask him what was wrong but...” she trailed off remembering just how that little interaction went.

Twilight sat at the kitchen table, sipping some warm tea as she went over some of her reports for the princess. Her ears perked when she heard steps coming down the stairs. Her eyes widened and a smile adorned her muzzle as she ran to the steps to see him. And sure enough, there was Spike. His eyes were closed as he descended the stairs. Twilight's smile faded as the impression she got from him was one of anger and hate. As he reached the very bottom step, he bumped into her. His face bounced off of her chest and he raised his head to her. His eyes opened, causing Twilight to recoil.

“Sorry about that Twi,” he said. His eyes were dyed a blood red, dark circles enveloped the scales just under his eyes, and all of his scales had a dulled look to them. He looked as if he had gone through Tartarus and back. He turned towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, snagging an apple before closing it. He sat at the table and simply looked at the apple in his hand. Twilight stepped into view and looked at the drake. He clearly was not himself.

“Spike? Is there anything I can do to help you?” she asked softly. Spike closed his eyes and shook his head no.

“ 'What would it take for me to fly?

To finally be able to touch the sky, I would need something that makes me want to try

To grow wings I would need a shove, and the only one who can provide it is you my love

For Time has passed and this fire won't grow colder, it makes me want to act a bit bolder

My love for you is more powerful then that of the sun, and I know with me you will have such fun

So please let me soar straight into your heart, and I will forever be your other part.

I love you Rarity, the diamond of my eye. So please grace me with your love and let me fly',” he said softly. He looked to Twilight, who had tears rolling down her face. “Tell me Twilight, how long was I so oblivious to how she felt about me? Tell me I had some chance with her. Tell me I'm not as worthless as I feel right now!” he shouted. His voice growing more and more anger filled by the second. “Tell me why I'm a worthless dragon who can't have the mare that he loves!!!” he screamed. His face smashed into the table as he started to sob again. He felt a hoof touch his shoulder. He looked to see Twilight crying as well. Pressing his face into her chest he screamed his frustrations and sorrow till he couldn't anymore. Twilight held him tightly, doing her best to just be there for him.

“Your not worthless Spike. You are never worthless,” she said softly. She could hear his sobs start to slow as he wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could. He pushed away slightly, signifying that he was ok for the most part. Twilight loosened her grip and looked down at him. He was wiping his eyes trying to stop the tears.

“Thank you Twilight. Can...can we go see mom?” he asked timidly. Twilight showed a gentle smile and nodded. Spike smiled softly and wrote a quick note to the princess to let her know that they were on their way. And after packing a few essentials, the two left for Canterlot

Rarity sat dumbfounded at what she had just heard. She had no clue she had caused Spike so much pain. Twilight leaned back in her seat and pressed her hooves together before speaking.

“We spent a week in Canterlot, simply to help Spike distance himself from everything. The princesses welcomed us with open hooves and Spike just wandered the city when he could. Meeting up with all his old friends, and even I think making a few new ones before we left. After that, we came home. He still rarely left the library unless it was with me, or to go help at Sweet Apple Acres. Other then that though, he was with me,” Twilight said looking at the alabaster mare in front of her. “So you will have to forgive me for being rude when you call him 'your' Spikey Wikey these days,” she finished.

“Twilight, I had no idea he was going through any of this,” Rarity said trying to hold back the flood gates in her eyes. Twilight's expression shifted to one of anger for a few moments.

“Well maybe you shouldn't have lead on a young dragon for so long,” the lavender mare said closing her eyes. “Look Rarity, I don;t know why you decided to do what you did in regards to Spike's feelings, but you have to at least attempt to make things right,” Twilight said. Her expression softened looking at her friend. “I know you both can reconcile.”

“Twilight, Spike spoke today,” Rarity said finally. Twilight tilted her head to the side in slight puzzlement.

“What do you mean?”

“Today. Myself and Thunderlane went to the cafe for a lunch date. We saw Spike and that earth mare, what was her name again...”

“Octavia”

“Yes, Octavia. We saw them sitting at one of the booths. Spike saw me and invited us over to sit with them. He looked...happy to see me. Celestia knows what was going through his mind, but I was terrified. I knew he was mad at me for not telling him, but he seemed to forgive me, or at least try to,” Rarity explained. Twilight finally had a smile on her face for the first time since their conversation had began.

“That's good. That's really good. That was really big of him,” Twilight said feeling a little proud of her brother.

“Well, it was going fine. He was asking me about how my business was going, and how things were going with Thunderlane. It was very nice, until Thunderlane made that remark,” Rarity said sighing. Twilight once again had a curious look on her face. “He said that Spike's music was boring” she said looking at Twilight, who's mouth was now wide open. “Yes, I know. It wasn't just that, it was also how Spike how reacted. He had a very fake smile on his face as if he wanted to just hit Thunder as hard as he could. That was when a white mare burst in and snatched up Spike and left. The other mare, Octavia as you said, slapped Thunderlane before she left. After that, we went back to the boutique, where we broke up,” Rarity finished. Twilight was still processing what she just heard.

“At any rate, Spike won't be home for a few days at least The only thing you can do now is wait. Once he gets back, then you both can sort this all out,” Twilight said. She got up and placed a comforting hoof on Rarity's shoulder. “Don't worry, everything will work out alright,” Twilight said softly looking to her friend. Rarity looked up with hopeful eyes and let a small smile grace her muzzle. The two began talking more relaxed as the conversation swayed back to an upcoming event.

Evening began to steadily creep in as the train continued on its way to the capital city of Canterlot. Spike sat idle looking out the window, watching the scenery be bathed a golden orange as the sun began to set.

“It's almost night time,” he said softly to no one in particular. He exhaled gently and started humming to himself. As he sat quietly, he didn't notice the mares he was with talking quietly to themselves.

“So once we get to Canterlot, we should find a place to stay while we visit Neon. Gotta let him know whats goin on,” Vinyl said leaning back in her seat. Octavia tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Wait, you mean he doesn't know we are coming?” Octavia asked. Vinyl smirked happily.

“Nope. Not in the slightest,” Vinyl said resting her hooves behind her head. Octavia sighed lightly and cracked a small smile. Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint mumblings coming from the small dragon.

“Almost night, the time for some to fade from sight.

From the bright light that hangs in the night, the dark ones know the time is just right.

To let loose under Luna's silver moon, feeling the rhythm will move them real soon

It's in this time that I try to find, the proper beat to complete the proper flow to my rhyme.

Luna gave us the moon, such a beautiful sight, to bring out the animal that will party all night.

So let the moon glow and aid in my flow, and head to Canterlot; the happenin' place to go” Spike rhymed unconsciously He had a small grin on his face as he watched the sun fad to the horizon and the moon begin to take it's place. Unknown to him, both Octavia and Vinyl were now staring at the back of his head.

“Spike?” Vinyl asked. Her voice snapped him from his trance and he looked over.

“What's up? Did you guys wanna go to the dinning car?” he asked.

“No...where did you hear that rhyme from?” Vinyl asked getting a little closer.

“Oh, that. It just kinda came to me. Seeing as how we are going to Canterlot, and the moon is coming up, I thought about Princess Luna. Why, was it bad?” he asked turning his full attention to the others.

“Not in the slightest. That was actually really good. I think you an' Neon are gonna get along just fine if you can come up with raps like that of the top,” Vinyl said smiling.

“'Raps'? Is that the stuff ponies like P.M.X do? Cause Twilight says I'm not allowed to listen to that stuff,” Spike said scratching the back of his head. Vinyl proceeded to laugh borderline uncontrollably, earning a stern glare from Octavia.

“There are variants of the genre that we preformed. Your song 'Luv Sic' is more akin to 'hip hop' and jazz rather then the works of P.M.X. Don't worry. You have nothing to worry about,” Octavia said reassuring the drake. Spike smiled softly and nodded. His eyes seemed to look up as if a thought had just come to his head and he had to confirm it with his brain before speaking.

“Say, where are we gonna stay when we get to Canterlot?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, that,” Vinyl said finally catching her breath. “I figure we could hit a hotel or somethin' while we work with Neon,” she said still wiping tear drops from the corners of her eyes.

“Well, if nothing is decided, I could probably get as a couple rooms at the castle,” Spike said looking a tad nervous. Vinyl poked her hoof into her eye and let out a quick yelp of pain. Octavia sat idle waiting for a explanation as to how he could manage that. “Well, I am good friends with the Royal Pony Sisters, and Me and Twilight lived in Canterlot before Ponyville. So I think if I asked nicely, we might be able to stay there,” he said. It does help that the princesses are my mom and aunt he thought to himself with a slight smile.

“If you can make it happen then do it up little dude. If not, we can always put Tavi on the corner to earn some bits,” Vinyl said. This earned her both a blush and a backhoof from the cellist.

“What dose that mean?” Spike asked curiously.

“Nothing in the slightest. Vinyl is just being vulgar,” Octavia said clearing her throat. “So then, to the dinning car?” she asked.

“Sure thing. Hope they have at least some gems,” Spike said grumbling out his hope for a tasty mineral treat. The three approached the dining car and shared in light conversation. Spike mainly asking what Neon Lights was like. The best way to describe him and his style, in Vinyl's opinion, was a bit throw back. He preferred using live instruments rather then samples like Vinyl. He also had a bit of a flare for lyrics and word play. Between conversations, Spike once again secured parchment and a writing tool.

Dear Princess Celestia,

It's me, Spike. My two friends, Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody, whom you met at the performance just last night, and myself are coming to Canterlot to meet with a mutual friend of theirs named Neon Lights. They say that he is a music producer and they want me to play for him. Seeing as how this will be an overnight trip that may last a few days, I was hoping that we could arrange to stay in the palace for the duration of our visit. I would very much appreciate a response at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely,

Spike Sparkle

P.S

Thank you for showing up at the show last night mom. It was great seeing you and Aunt Luna

Spike looked over the letter briefly and with a sharp breath, ignited it. Sending it to his mother and hopefully getting a response back soon. Time passed rather quickly. Much talk and laughs were had. then, just as the three travelers were about to go to sleep, Spike belched very loudly and very nastily. A burst of fire launched from his mouth and quickly transformed into a scroll. Vinyl started laughing hard looking at the drake.

“Nice one Scale Head,” she said having herself a hardy laugh. He shot her a look and snatched the scroll from the air. He opened it up and read it to himself.

“Who is it from?” Octavia asked. Spike smiled and rolled it up.

“Princess Celestia arranged for an escort to pick us up from the train station and rooms at the castle. We're all set,” he said laying back in his seat. Octavia and Vinyl smiled at each other and then to the dragon.

“Well, that takes care of that. We should arrive in the morning. Let's all get some shut eye,” Vinyl said waving a hoof. Octavia smiled and nodded her agreement. “Night Tavi, night Scale Head,” Vinyl said drifting to sleep.

“Good night Spi-...” Octavia began. Her gaze fell on the dragon once more, who was staring at the ceiling. Spike had a distant look in his eye. As if looking for something in the far off world that lay beyond the ceiling of this train car. “Spike, are you alright?” she asked.

“Just...thinking. Let me ask you something Octavia; would....would you consider me coltfriend material?” he asked. Octavia's eyes widened and her pupils turned to pin pricks. A deep crimson blush shot across her muzzle. She shifted her gaze in obvious embarrassment. Vinyl, who was about to go to sleep, heard his question and watched her best friend's reaction. Her eyes slanted waiting for a response.

“Well, Spike... I would...umm,” Octavia started to stammer out. Spike smiled to himself softly.

“You don't have to answer. It was a stupid question. Good night Octavia.” he said softly before rolling towards the window. Latent pain, however faint, could be felt in his words. Octavia felt her heart go out to him. And unknown to the two of them, a third heart also went out for the young dragon. Soon enough though, the three drifted to sleep.
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“ike....Spike.....Spike....tis time to awake,” a warm voice called cutting through the darkness of Spike's mind. His eyes flickered open slowly, his eyes still have glazed from time passed since they were last open. Under his claws he could feel not the fabric of the train car, but the plush feeling of blades of grass between his fingers. Raising a claw and rubbing his eye, he warded off the remaining foggy feeling in his eyes to get a full look of his surroundings. He was sitting atop a grassy hill under a large tree that had white blossoms accompanying the green leaves on the branches. The sky was painted a deep midnight blue that gradually turned white as his eyes drew towards the full moon that sat in the middle of the sky. With a deep in hail, he breathed in the cool night air that seemed to relax his body and mind. Around him was nothing but silence, save for the wind which rustled the grass and trees every so often. A smile crept onto his maw as he relaxed.

The silence was soon broken by the sound of hooves against the grass. His fins twitched and drew his attention to his right side, where the princess of the night walked into view.

“Hello Princess Luna,” he said softly. The midnight blue mare smiled sweetly at the young dragon and draped a wing around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace.

“Spike, you know that once we are alone in your dreams, such titles are not needed,” she corrected. Spike let out a soft chuckle and nodded.

“Another beautiful night you made Aunt Luna. It's as beautiful as always,” he said closing his eyes and wrapping his claws around her neck. She returned his affections with a gentle nuzzle.

“It is my duty as the princess of the night. To have ones such as thee praise my nights warms the heart,” she said softly. The two sat quietly, simply enjoying the others company. “Tia has informed us that you will be coming to the castle to stay for a few days. Has something happened in Ponyville once more?” she asked. Spike shook his head and sighed softly.

“No, it was Vinyl's idea. She wants to introduce me to her friend Neon Lights. She thinks it would be good to preform for him,” Spike said looking out over the grass covered landscape. His eyes grew downcast as he pulled his knees to his chest and sighed heavily.

“What ales you, Spike? You have always been able to speak freely with me,” Luna reassured. Spike looked up to his aunt. Her teal eyes glowing in the moon light full of reassurance and caring. He let out a much smaller sigh and lifted his head.

“Well, there was this thing that happened at the local cafe today,” he began. He explained how he and Octavia had been enjoying each others company, how Rarity and Thunderlane had joined them, and then how Thunderlane had insulted the dragon. To which he said that after that Vinyl had snatched him up and took him to board the train to Canterlot. Luna had a distinct scowl on her face at the news of such an insult.

“I can see how such a comment can trouble you my dear Spike,” Luna said once Spike had finished his tale. He looked away from her before he continued to speak.

“It's not just that...” he said into his knees. “Why would Rarity choose someone like him?” he asked softly. Luna's face changed to a saddened expression.

“You still can not bring yourself to look past her?” the midnight alicorn asked. Spike shook his head.

“She was everything to me. I just wanted to make her happy. Turns out she was just using me. Always keeping me her little 'Spikey Wikey' to help her when she needed it. Maybe that's all I'm good for,” he said. His mind grew more dark as his thoughts shifted to a depressed state. He soon felt hooves wrap around his body and pulled him inwards. Luna dipped her neck down and nuzzled him once more.

“My dearest Spike. You are far from just a assistant. You have shown great creativity and generosity for one of your heritage. You hold fast to your convictions to help others when you can, and do so selflessly. If the mare you cared for so deeply can not see your princely charm, then she simply is not worth your efforts,” Luna said comfortingly. Spike glanced to the side to see a very warm smile on Luna's muzzle. Exhaling softly he began to let his worries and troubles start to slip away.

“Umm Auntie, well...” Spike started. Luna gave him a curious look and let him finish his statement. “Since Rarity doesn’t like me. Is it ok if I start liking other girls?” he asked meekly. Luna's eyes widened with excitement and scooped him up. She shot off the ground and squeed loudly.

“This is most wonderful news! Who is the lucky mare who's captured your eye? Or perhaps two?” she asked happily. Spike's scales changed from amethyst do a deep crimson as he started stammering loudly. From his reaction, Luna knew she had hit the nail on the head. She giggled happily and nuzzled him once more. “When you feel you are ready, talk to them both. I assure you, they will be most pleased,” Luna said lowering the two to the ground. Spike continued to blush, unsure of what he should say.

“Aunt Luna...thank you,” he said looking up with new hope in his eyes. Luna smiled softly and nodded. Spike was about to say something when he felt his head begin to hurt.

Ike......

“Whats happening? My head hurts,” he confirmed putting his claws on his head. Luna placed her hoof on his shoulder gently.

Spike......

“You are starting to wake up. Until we meet in Canterlot my dear nephew. Farewell,” Luna said giving a soft hug before rising into the air. Spike groaned louder and louder as the world around him began to shake.
~

“Spike, we're here. Wake up,” A voice called to the waking dragon. Spike's eyes fluttered open to see Octavia's eyes gazing down at him. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and forced them to focus.

“Come on Scale Head! Get the lead out!” Vinyl shouted from the doorway off the train.

“Hold your horses Vi, I’m up,” he grumbled out. He looked up at the cellist and smiled. “Morning Octavia,” he said pleasantly. Octavia returned his smile with one of her own.

“Good morning Spike. I trust you slept well?” she asked. The dragon nodded and hopped off of his seat. The two began walking as Spike responded.

“Sure did. How about you?” he asked. Octavia rolled her eyes.

“About as well as I could. The seats aren’t exactly meant for resting comfortably. If Vinyl hadn't been so hasty, we would have been able to get tickets in one of the cars with beds,” she said lowering her head and yawning. Spike laughed lightly. The sunlight stung his eyes once they were off the train. He raised his claw above his eyes to help shield them from such bright light.

“Come on guys! We gotta get to the studio,” Vinyl said stomping her hoof.

“Whats the rush anyway? It's not like they are expecting us,” Octavia asked slightly annoyed.

“Because, if we wanna get to use the equipment first before it gets all used and sweaty,” Vinyl defended. Spike just looked at Octavia, who was rolling her eyes. The trio started walking. Talking lightly about what they would be doing once they got to where they were going. One thing that kept coming up was a “thing” that Vinyl kept saying. As if it were something to the effect of hazing, Spike grew more nervous about the whole thing. Several turns down various streets later, they arrived at a large building with a record on the side. The sign on the front read “Music Maker Studios”.

“This is it. Home away from home,” Vinyl said smiling wide. Octavia smiled and cast a glance at Spike, who was looking a little more nervous.

“Spike?” she asked. This startled him enough to draw his attention to her.

“Y-yeah?” he asked.

“You're acting a bit jittery. Are you alright?” she asked. Spike shook his head vigorously.

“Then Let's do this!” Vinyl shouted kicking the door open and rushed in. “YO NEON!!! GUESS WHOS HERE!?!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.

“For the love of Celestia do you KNOW what time is!?!” shouted a very very annoyed pony. He walked into view with very angry stomps. A light gray colt walked into view. His black mane frazzled and matted from sweat, most likely from doing something the night before. His eyes looked slightly bloodshot as he rubbed one with one of his forehooves. On his flank was 3 stars grouped together.

“Neon whats up?” Vinyl said with a huge grin. Neon glared at her with a look that could kill. His gaze shifted to Octavia, his expression changing quickly to a wide smile.

“Oh hey, Octavia. I didn't know you were here too,” he said. He cleared his throat and smiled. “So what brings you guys here?” he asked. Octavia simply tilted her head to the dragon next to her.

“Well, you see Vinyl got the idea that we should bring Spike to you. He is quite the musician,” Octavia said gesturing to the dragon. Neon scanned the drake a couple times.

“What dose he play?” Neon asked.

“The piano,” Octavia responded.

“Can it talk?” he asked staring at the dragon. Spike looked to Neon and huffed.

“Yes I can. My name is Spike sir,” he said narrowing his brow to show slight annoyance. He hated being refereed to like that by anypony.

“Well alright then Spike. Lets see what you got,” Neon said turning back to a door and trotting to it. Vinyl got behind Spike and pushed him towards the door.

“Go on. We'll be right here,” Vinyl said nudging him more. Spike swatted her away and proceeded to follow the colt. Vinyl shot Octavia a look with a knowing grin. As soon as Spike was out of sight, she turned fully to Octavia. “So, Neon still has a huge crush on ya. Good to see bringin' you along was a good idea,” she said patting Octavia on the back. Octavia shot her a look of annoyance.

“Are you really still trying to set us up?” she asked very much annoyed. “You know he isn't even my type of colt,” she said.

“Oh I know. Besides, your tastes have changed fairly recently haven't they?” Vinyl asked winking. This caught the gray mare off guard, and making her blush.

“I haven't the slightest what you're talking about,” Octavia said trotting to the observation room. Vinyl chuckled to herself and followed after her. The two watched from behind one way glass as Spike and Neon entered the room in front of them.

“So, piano huh? Not many around these parts to play it,” Neon commented. He looked back at Spike, who was still scowling. “Hey, I just woke up by a very rude mare, you would be cranky too. Didn't mean to call you an it dude, seriously.”

“It's fine. So they kept saying you were gonna try and do some 'thing' to me when I got here. Is that about to happen now?” he asked looking around.

“Yeah, it's just a little game,” Neon said. Spike smiled lightly, feeling that he was no longer in any potential harm. “You just have to sit in here with no pony else,” he said. A door slammed shut, drawing Spikes attention. He was now alone in the room. Neon had slipped into the room with Octavia and Vinyl. “Alright, lets see what this kids got. If he can impress you two, then I should expect something interesting,” he said sitting down next to Octavia. They watched silently as Spike took in his surroundings.

“Great...” he said grumbling. He looked around and saw a couple of mics, recording equipment, and various instruments. He put his claw to his chin and started to think. He recalled the feelings from his dream. The calm quiet, the gentle breeze, the cloudless night sky with the moon hanging high above. A smile formed on his maw and he went over to one of the recording tools. It was very technical, the screen displaying various bars and information. He looked at the mouse. It was the same size as a hoof with two buttons on the back and front. Placing a balled up claw on it, he examined the equipment till he found the microphone selection and recording tools.

“Good thing they made this stuff easy to use,” he said. He selected the closest mic and ran over to it after hitting the record function. He sat close enough to it and then began to clap. Doing this in several intervals, he hopped down and stopped the recording. He headed to the next instrument, a drum set. He looked around and soon found drumsticks. Giving each drum a test smack, he found the order he wanted rather quickly. Readjusting how he was holding the sticks, he began a simple enough beat, once again repeating the process several times before stopping. After that, he decided to try his hand at mixing. On the screen, he scrolled through the options until he found the help and tutorial screen. Studying it for a few, and practicing with what he had made. In the other booth, Neon placed both his hooves under his chin.

“Kids resourceful, gotta give him that,” he said watching. Vinyl smirked.

“Well, he ain't done yet. He hasn't touched the keys yet,” she said with a smirk. Octavia was also curious about what he was doing. Spike ran to another mic after setting it to record.

“Head high up, high up high. Your head high up, high up high,” Spike said into the mic. The three ponies were confused to be certain. But Spike kept singing. “You're a flower, you're a river, you're a rainbow,” he said softly. He hopped down and dashed over to the recorder. Mixing it into the song as well. After some more tinkering, he had placed the clips in various places. The beat and clap set to a loop and the words in various intervals. Spacing it all a good 30 seconds, he hit the record button and ran to the piano. His claws descending on the keys in a rhythmic fashion. He smiled playing the piano in the proper place he had set it up on the music and just continued to play. The ponies grew more curious. Octavia, the first to spot them, saw a set of headphones on the ground near their hooves. Picking them up, she slide them over her ears. The resulting sounds caused her to open her eyes wide and her jaw to slack open slightly. The music was beautiful, that much could be said. Octavia found herself no longer in the booth, but sitting atop a hill overlooking a small town. The cool night air crisp on her fur. The wind flowing through her mane as she gazed on midnight beauty. The music had brought her here, and she was more then happy it did.

“Tavi? You ok Tavi?” Vinyl asked. She noticed the headphones and trailed the cord down to a second set. Slipping them on, Vinyl received the same reaction as Octavia. The music sending her to the exact same setting. From the looks on their faces, Neon could see this was something very good indeed. He smirked and stood up, leaving the booth and knocking on the door of the one Spike was in.

“So, how'd I do?” Spike asked.

“Kid, we are gonna have a lot of fun,” he said

Sad Melody

“You got talent, for an amateur,” Neon said. He smirked down at the dragon and turned to walk out the room. Spike looked up at him more annoyed then when he had come in. Not wanting to be left in this room again, the drake hurried after the stallion. Neon looked back at him and gestured to another room. “Don't worry though, we'll turn a musician out of you yet little dragon.”

“Whats that suppose to mean?” Spike asked. He walked to the next door and turned the handle, opening it completely.

“What I mean is, that you have potential. You really seem to excel in piano. I'm guessing you were trained in it?” Neon asked walking in to the room. He hit a light switch which revealed that this was his office. Spike scanned the room, noting the sofa had a blanket and pillow set in a way that somepony could easily sleep there if needed.

“Yeah, I learned how to play while I lived in Canterlot. And yeah, I know piano is all I'm good at,” he replied sitting down in the nearby chair. He took a couple looks around before hearing Neon tap his hoof against the desk, redirecting the dragon's gaze. “Do you know where Vinyl and Octavia are?” he asked.

“Probably listening to that track you made on repeat. They both were impressed,” Neon said. “Now, why did you three come here in the first place?” Neon asked. Spike scooted a little bit in his chair as he got a little more comfortable.

“It was Vinyl's idea. She, Octavia, and myself preformed at the the Ponyville lounge 2 nights ago. It was an impromptu kinda thing. Well it was good enough that Vinyl thought we should recorded. So we caught the soonest train and came here,” Spike summed up. Neon pressed his hooves together and glanced past them.

“So you just wanted to record your songs and leave it at that?” he asked. Spike shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess. Though, making music was fun...” Spike said with a soft smile on his face. “I don't get to do it too often,” he said raising his claw. He looked down at his claw and smiled at it. He opened and closed his fingers a few times. “The keys remind me that I have a special skill.” Neon smiled lightly at the response.

“Well, how would you like to make ponies happy with your special skill?” Neon asked. Spike's attention shifted back to the stallion. “Like I said earlier, you have potential for more then just the piano, considering you picked up on the drums rather quickly. I want to teach you more about making music, if you're up for it that is,” Neon said. Spike's eyes widened a bit. He thought about it for a few minutes.

“Umm if it's all the same to you, I have things in Ponyville I need to take care off. My sister is pretty much useless when it comes to feeding herself and getting her nose out of a book. So thank you, but I'd like to record my songs and then head back,” he said pretty solidly. Neon shook his head lightly.

“I see, and there is nothing I can do to change your mind?” he asked. Spike smirked and thought of a impossible condition.

“Yeah, you would have to move your entire operation out to Ponyville. If you do that, then I'll learn music from you,” he said crossing his arms. Neon raised an eyebrow and then chuckled to himself.

“Well, if that happens, then you will be the first one to know kid. Well, lets get the other two so you guys can record your songs,” Neon said getting up and trotting to the door again. Spike hopped of his chair and waddled his way over as well. They walked in relative silence towards the room that Neon had shared with the two mares before hoof.

“Say Neon, have Vinyl and Octavia recorded with you before?” Spike asked. Neon looked down at the dragon and nodded.

“Yeah, Vinyl records here every time she's in town. She loves it,” Neon said smiling. “Octavia on the other hoof, not so much. She prefers her performances to leave an impression rather then record them. So having her record is a special treat,” Neon said with a light grin. Spike tilted her head and thought about it.

“Huh, I guess Octavia's cool like that,” Spike said. Neon smirked.

“Cool is an understatement. Have you looked at her? She is beautiful, sweet, and kind. She has a wonderful singing voice. A total catch,” Neon said with a happy look on his face. Spike took notice of the look on the stallion's face. Spike then thought of Octavia. She really was beautiful. Her fur, a nice goldish gray that had a very nice luster to it and her mane and tail had a great dark gray sheen. Her eyes were captivating and a wonderful shade of mulberry purple. Spike felt his scales around his face worming up thinking about her beauty. Neon looked down at the dragon and slowly gained a slightly annoyed look. He didn't like the look on Spike's face. He cleared his throat, catching Spike's attention. “They should be in here,” Neon said opening a door. Spike peered in. there sat the mare in question. She sat there still perplexed by the music she was listening to. She had a rather pleasant smile on her muzzle, and a look in her eye of enjoyment. This same look was on the white unicorn who sat next to her. Spike's eyes lingered on Vinyl for a while. Her coat was just as pristine and white as Rarity's. Her two tone mane and tail were so bright and vibrantly colored cobalt and cyan. Her eyes, striking as well, were a delightful fuchsia color. To be honest, both mares at this moment, were the most beautiful creatures Spike had ever seen. His face warmed and threatened to over take him with flames.

“Hey girls, enjoying yourselves?” Neon said. They obviously couldn't hear him due to the music playing through the headphones. Neon and Spike waited patiently for the track to end and engage the girls once more. Vinyl was the first to notice the boys enter the room. Wrapping the headphones around her neck she gave a huge grin to the drake.

“Dude, you are killin' this music thing. This jazz is way too cool,” she said loudly. Spike smiled and scratched the back of his head. His eyes were drawn to Octavia, who was sitting in silence as she simply took in the song. As it ended, she closed her eyes gently and reopened them, having returned from where ever the music had taken her. She glanced over to the dragon and colt and smiled sweetly. Both males immediately felt their faces begin to warm up under such a gaze.

“Excellent work Spike. This was definitely a good piece,” she said. Spike smiled goofy and just scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

“Well, I must admit, I was surprised by how this guy can play. Now, about using the equipment,” Neon started. The three other musicians gave him their attention as he began. “You guys have 2 hours before the first group who booked the sound booth come in. So it'd be best if you guys could be wrapped up by then.”

“Got ya. We can do that...I think,” Spike said thinking. Vinyl looked at the drake. He was stroking his chin the same way he did just before he had started work on his newest piece. She smiled knowing full well that the little guy was cooking up something special.

“Bit for your thoughts Scale Head,” Vinyl asked trotting up to the thinking drake. Spike snapped out of his trance for a moment and looked up at her.

“Actually, think we can record another song as well as the first two? It's kinda for somepony who gave me some good advice,” he said thinking.

“Of Course, but do remember we only have a couple of hours at most,” Octavia chimed in. Spike nodded.

“I think that should be enough time,” he said with a smile. As the three walked out of the listening room, Spike got a confused look on his face. “Weren't there some guards that were suppose to meet us at the train station?” he asked himself. He recalled that the letter from his mother said she was going to send an escort to fetch him and the others. Shrugging it off he decided it wasn't important and walked into the recording room once more. He glanced over to Vinyl, who was busying herself looking through most of the prerecorded samples and mixes that Neon had at the moment. “Hey Vi, dose Neon have a thing for Octavia?” he asked quietly. Vinyl looked up from her work to the dragon. She smiled lightly.

“Oh yeah, he's been trying to get with that classy mare for a while now. He's a good guy, but Tavi isn't much for the party type.” Vinyl held a hoof to the side of her muzzle and whispered to spike Don't tell her I told you this, but she prefers guys who are way more level headed and actually have good personalities. You've got a shot actually,” she said winking. Spike's face lit up and he quickly turned his head away. Vinyl smirked at his quick reaction and display of embarrassment. “Hey Scale Head, let's get started. We don’t have much time.”

Spike nodded still looking away from Vinyl and hurried to the keys. “You girls ready?” he asked after clearing his throat a couple times. The girls nodded, and with that the recording session began.

Standing on the platform of the train station, Two royal guards stood waiting by the main gate. As ponies passed them, asking each other what they were doing, the guards remained steadfast and unmoving. They were both Stallions, one a unicorn and the other a earth pony. With a light groan, the earth stallion looked toward the other guard. His golden yellow eyes scanning the area before settling on his fellow guards pony.

“Hey, Iron Shield. When is Miss Sparkle going to show up?” the younger of the two asked. The unicorn guard cast his gaze to his junior, his red eyes closing for a moment and then opening once more as he let out a small sigh.

“I'm not sure. We have been standing here for a few hours now. She was suppose to be on the first train from Ponyville. And as you have seen, it has already come and gone. And until we get word from ether the captain or the princesses, we wait for her majesty's student and assistant,” he said in a gravelly voice. The younger guard sighed lightly.

“Can I ask you something?” the young guard asked.

“What is it, Steel Hoof,” Iron Shield.

“I saw a baby dragon earlier with a pair of mares. Was that Miss Sparkle's assistant?” he asked. Iron Shield opened his eyes wide in realization.

“Buck me. Come on, we gotta track down that baby dragon,” he groaned. Steel Hoof nodded quickly and followed after his senior. “Why didn't you say anything earlier?”

“Because we were looking for Miss Sparkle, not her assistant,” Steel Hoof said gesturing with his hoof. Iron Shield groaned loudly. The two began questioning any passerby to get any kind of information about the baby dragon.

“Hey you guys,” Neon started. The three musicians looked to the stallion as they sat on a break from their session. They had already completed the Luv Sic song, and were going to begin on the other when Neon came into view. “Sorry to cut you guys short, but I got a appointment comin' in and I'm gonna need the equipment,” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Aw man. We were just about to start the second song. Wait, Spike, what is the name of the second song?” Vinyl asked cocking her head to the side. Spike simply shrugged.

“Never named it. It was just a on the spot thing,” he admitted.

“It should be alright. How long is the next appointment going to go for Neon?” Octavia asked.

“All depends on the crew comin' in. they said they needed an all day session to work on their album. So I won't be able to give you guys time again till tomorrow,” the stallion said shrugging his shoulders. Spike's expression shifted to one of slight depression. He really didn't want to be away from the library for so long. Even though it was under Twilight's name, it thrived under his care. “I can get you guys a slot first thing in the morning. Around 9 good?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Spike said with a nod. He shook off his sour face and smiled. “Thanks again for letting us do this neon,” he said. Spikes eyes widened for a second. “Hey, can I play something real quick and get it recorded? It's for somepony important,” he asked. Neon nodded his head at the dragon's request.

“You got 5 minutes,” Neon said heading into the control room. Spike smiled and sat at the keys once again.

“More then enough time,” the dragon said. Vinyl and Octavia watched as Spike waited to be signaled by Neon to start playing. Spike smiled and thought just as the light turned on for him to start. This one's for you Aunt Luna

After quite a bit of leg work, and some asking around. Steel Hoof and Iron Shield finally got a fix on the young dragon's location. He, as well as the two mares accompanying him, had been at Music Maker Studios for at least 2 hours. The two guards made it to their destination just as the “Recording in session” light flickered off.

“So, he's here sir?” Steel Hoof asked.

“According to what the ponies on the street have been saying, yes. This is where he is,” Iron Shield said. Sure enough, as the two guards entered the building they spotted a door open. Out walked not only the young drake, but 3 ponies as well.

“Jeez Spike, how long have you practiced that one without sheet music or anything?” Vinyl asked.

“Well I was classically trained, and that song really soothed my...caretaker's woes when they were sad. So I memorized it for her sake,” Spike said explaining.

“But to have memorized one of Behooven's works like that. It's no easy feat,” Octavia added. The dragon just smiled and laughed it off. His laughter was cut short by the sound of somepony clearing their throat. The musicians all looked to see the two royal guards standing at attention, looking directly at the dragon.

“Mister Spike Sparkle?” Iron Shield asked in a more commanding tone then needed.

“Yes?” Spike asked looking the guard up and down.

“We are to be your escorts to the castle. If you would please come with us,” Iron Shield said. The two guards turned and held the doors open.

“Guess that's a wrap for today huh?” Neon asked with a slight grin. “I'll clean up those tracks you laid down today. They should be ready by tomorrow morning,” he said offering Spike a hoof. The young dragon smiled and curled his claw into a fist and bumped the end of Neon's hoof.

“Thanks again Neon. This has been delightful,” Octavia said with a smile. Neon's face flushed and he simply smiled a goofy grin and nodded. As Spike and the girls began to leave, Neon felt himself call out. “Octavia...can you hang back for a second?” he asked. Turning around, Octavia cast a curious look at the stallion. She turned to Spike and Vinyl who were waiting for her.

“I'll catch up with you at the castle,” she said before turning around and walking over to Neon. Spike and Vinyl looked at each other and then to Octavia. Spike felt a small pang in his heart watching her walk away. He immediately brushed the feeling to the side, citing stupidity for getting it in the first place.

“Alright, we'll see ya later then,” Spike said giving her a smile. Vinyl looked down at the dragon, then to her best friend. She wasn't fully sure of what was going on, but decided to let it play out and then find out more later. With the musical duo in tow, the guards lead the way through Canterlot to the castle. The trip was silent for the most part, until Vinyl spoke to Spike.

“So are you ok with Tavi goin with Neon like that?” she asked. The question caught Spike off guard and he nearly tripped because of it. He shot Vinyl a dirty look before speaking.

“What do you mean? Octavia is a full grown mare. She can talk and do whatever she wants. I have no say over it,” he said returning his gaze to the road ahead of him.

“I don't know, Neon can be pretty smooth when he wants to be. I bet ya we won't be seeing her till a little after sunset,” Vinyl said closing her eyes and yawning.

Spike looked back at her and sighed. It's not like she's my mare friend or anything he thought to himself. His face seemed to tense at the thought now planted in his head of Octavia and Neon chatting it up happily. Though, the question that popped into his head now was, why do I feel this way? The walk continued quietly after that point. Spike remained in a haze of his own thoughts as they approached the castle. Once inside, they began their approach to the main throne room.

“Oh, it's you cousin,” a very shrewd voice called out, cutting through Spike's hazy thoughts. He looked to his left to see a perfectly manicured stallion. His blonde mane blown into a quaff, a suit jacket around his torso with a flower in the jacket pocket. His eyes looked at the dragon with mild annoyance and disgust having to use the term cousin. Spike narrowed his eyes into a glare and sneered.

“Good to see you too Blueblood,” Spike spat. A very confused Vinyl looked back and forth between the two. She started to question her hearing, thinking she hadn't heard what she thought she heard. She needed confirmation, now.

“Wait, back up Scale Head. Did he just call you-” she began. Her voice was soon cut off and her question was soundly confirmed once the door to the throne was open.

“Now announcing: Prince Spike Draco-Solaris!” a guard shouted. Vinyl's eyes widened and her mouth lazily hung open. She whipped her head to Spike, who also had that same wide eyed expression. He looked at the guard and shot him a scowl.

“DUDE!! What the buck!?!” he shouted. The guard looked down at the dragon, and simply waved off the remark.

“It is only the princess at the moment. She has since adjourn her day court for the day in preparation of your stay here sire,” the guard said.

“That's not the point!!” he shouted. He looked at Vinyl who was still staring at Spike stunned. She motioned with her hooves to the throne room. Pulling them to her chest and then extending them several times

“You're a prince!?!?” she shouted. Spike groaned loudly and slapped his face with his claw, rubbing his temples and trying not to get too worked up.

“Well, guess that cat's out of the bag,” he said groaning.

“Indeed he is,” a very motherly voice called out. Vinyl turned to see Princess Celestia slowly walking into view. “Welcome home Spike. Your arrival is much later then I anticipated,” she said with a smile. Spike let himself smile as he looked to his mother.

“Yeah, the guards came and got me at the music studio,” he said. He looked to Vinyl and tried to smile genuinely. “Mom, this is my friend Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl, this is my mom Princess Celestia,” he said introducing the two. Vinyl immediately bowed before the solar monarch. The regal ruler simply smiled at the D.J and giggled.

“Now now my little pony, there is no need for such a formality. A friend of Spike's is always welcome,” Celestia said laying a hoof on Vinyl's shoulder. Vinyl raised her head and then looked to Spike.

“You are so explaining all of this to me,” she said gesturing to everything with her hoof. Spike nodded, knowing that he would have to tell everything.

Back at the studio, Octavia and Neon were chatting rather pleasantly in his office. He had prepared some tea for himself and her as they talked music.

“It was really kind of you to allow us use of your studio while we recorded Spike's songs Neon,” Octavia said with a smile as she sipped her tea. Neon smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

“It's no big. Had a gap in the schedule anyway. There is something I wanted to talk to you about personally Octavia,” he said. His eyes moved out of her gaze as he started.

“Is there something wrong?” Octavia asked. Neon quickly waved his hooves in a quick manner.

“No no no, nothing is wrong. Its just umm...” he began to trail off. He looked back to her. Her eyes holding a gentle gaze that made his fur begin to warm up quickly. “I was wondering...if you would like to go out some time in the near future. You know, that's not work related.” Octavia felt her cheeks flush slightly at the stallion's request.

“You mean..like a date?” she asked. Neon nodded.

“For a while now, I’ve been watching you preform and just how you are. You're a very kind and caring mare. And you don't take any crap from anypony,” he began. “Plus you're a great musician with a great talent. It would be an honor to call you my special some pony,” he said with a smile. Octavia blushed hearing him speak. She shifted lightly in her hooves as she began to think of his offer. It was true she wasn't seeing anypony at the moment, and he did seem like a nice stallion, but the thought of a relationship sent a chill down her spine. Remembering a night of a broken relationship, and a soul filled song that still seemed to resonate in her heart. Holding her back from letting anypony in.

“Thank you Neon. It means a lot to hear somepony think so highly of me,” she began. This caught the stallion's attention. His gaze shot to her as he hung on every word she spoke. “But, for now, I'm not really looking for any kind of relationship. It's been a bit...trying the last time, and I think I need more time before I can feel that way towards somepony again,” she said. Her gaze drifted away from him. “I'm sure that wasn't the answer you were looking for, but it is all I can offer right now,” she finished. Neon had a slight look of dejection on his muzzle, but with a slight sigh his smile returned.

“Yeah, I can understand that. But that doesn’t stop us from going to get coffee maybe one time before you guys leave,” he said in a hoping kind of tone. Octavia saw the smile on his muzzle and couldn't help forming one of her own.

“Coffee would be fine,” she said softly. With that being said, a light went off at the top of the doorway to the office, signaling the arrival of somepony at the door. Neon looked to the light and then to Octavia.

“Well, business calls. I'll see you tomorrow?” he asked. Octavia smiled and nodded simply. Neon's face lighting up as he now had a confirmed coffee date. He walked Octavia to the door, the two simply enjoying the others company.

“See you tomorrow Neon. And thank you again for all your help today,” Octavia said as they parted ways. As she walked to streets of Canterlot on her way to the castle, the cellist began to think about her past relationship. It was with Vinyl, and what a relationship it was. The images of Vinyl dragging her to several of her shows, meeting Neon Lights and several others along the way. To say a classical musician like herself was out of her element around all the fun seeking night owls would be an understatement. The pleasant memories brought with them a wide smile that could not and would not be contained. But as was the nature of good, came the bad memories as well. She remembered the fights for equality she would have with the D.J. How though it seemed she had wanted to share everything, Vinyl had little time to get acquainted or even meet Octavia's fellow musicians that she played with. It all came to a head one week into the spring months just few years ago

Spring was in full bloom, and with it was a breath of renewed life and love through all of Equestria. While pushing her way through their shared cluttered home, Octavia managed to get to the front door and check the mailbox. Aside from two noise violations, which Vinyl used for kindling on cold nights, a letter for Octavia caught the young mare's eye. Though it was a simple white envelope, the seal on the back was nothing to sneeze at. Embedded in the deep crimson wax was an impression of several music notes and a miniature Pegasus wing. Octavia's eyes opened wide as she instantly recognized the seal of the composer from Neighpon, Yoko Brightwing. Hurrying inside, Octavia opened the letter slowly and withdrew it's contents. There was a letter, and a pair of gold colored tickets. Front row of the V.I.P section. Setting the tickets aside for a moment, she took the time to read the letter.

“Dear Miss Octavia Melody,

I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Yoko Brightwing. For the past few months, myself and my orchestra have been touring the better part of the Crystal Empire, Manehatten, Neighpon, and many other places. While in these fair cities, I like to extend friendly invitations to local musicians to come and play at our performances. I have heard from many in the capital city of Canterlot, that you, Miss Melody, are the best cellist and concert performer in Canterlot. So as is my personal tradition, I would like to extend this invitation to you. If you are interested, then please come the Canterlot concert hall tomorrow evening for a rehearsal, where you can get to know myself as well as the rest of our group. I hope to see you soon Miss Melody

Signed,

Yoko Brightwing”

Octavia felt a great swelling and swirling in her heart and mind. This was a once in a life time chance. To be invited to play with someone who had been her idle for most of her professional carrier, it was just too amazing for words. With her excitement reaching a greater high, Octavia trotted to the kitchen, where Vinyl was doing dishes. Placing a hoof on her marefriend's shoulder, Octavia got Vinyl's attention before she turned on the heavy duty bass she used to clean.

“Vinyl, I have some rather wonderful news,” Octavia said. Vinyl could tell by the way her eyes sparkled that this was one of the few and far between times that Octavia was excited.

“Whats goin' on Tavi? Win the lottery?” Vinyl asked. Octavia smiled and blushed lightly.

“Well, it's something similar to it,” she produced the letter with her teeth. Vinyl raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Using her magic, she took the letter into her telekinetic grip and examined it.

“Miss Yoko Lightwing has formally invited me to preform with her traveling orchestra during their visit to Canterlot. I'm going to accept her invitation, and I was hoping that you would come and watch me preform,” Octavia said looking to the mare she loved. Vinyl smiled wide and gave her a solid nod.

“Hay yeah I’m gonna go. It it's that important to you, then its important to me Tavi. I'll be there,” Vinyl announced proudly. Octavia's face seemed to relax into a lovely smile. She wrapped her forelegs around Vinyl and pulled her into a loving embrace.

“Thank you Vinyl. Really, thank you,” She whispered. Vinyl smiled softly and hugged Octavia back gently. Stroking her mane as the two embraced for quite some time. After that, the day progressed with Octavia practicing and fine tuning her cello for the rehearsal and performance. Vinyl watched her silently and smiled. She hadn't seen Octavia this excited in quite some time. Drifting away from the eager cellist, Vinyl noted the mail pile. Tossing aside violation notices, she spotted something for her that wasn't a cease and diciest order. It was a letter from Neon Lights. Opening it up, she gave it a quick glance.

“Yo Vinyl,

Need your help on a project. My other D.J bailed out and to be honest, your mixing is leagues above this other guy. Show up at the studio 2 days from the day you get this letter.

Catch ya later,

Neon”

Vinyl smirked. She loved getting the chance to lay down tracks with Neon. She looked at the concert ticket that sat on the table near the other envelopes.

“Yeah, I can do both,” she said confidently. With that said, she disappeared into her room and began collecting the needed records she needed to play with Neon. Time seemed to slip through the two lovers' hooves, for it wasn't too long until Octavia had to depart for Canterlot.

“Now your certain you can make it? It would mean so much to me if you could,” Octavia said standing on the train platform. Vinyl gave her a reassuring smile and nodded happily.

“Of course. I'm just gonna help Neon out of a pinch real quick, and then will be at the concert hall in no time,” Vinyl said. Octavia smiled softly as the two made their way onto the train. Luckily, they were taking the first train out, so they would arrive in Canterlot around dusk. Still exhausted from the night before, Octavia leaned against Vinyl and quickly drifted to sleep. 'This time is going to be different. I can feel it,' she thought to herself as she let sleep take a hold. Vinyl placed a light kiss on Octavia's forehead and stroked her mane gently before allowing herself to sleep as well. In the time between sleep and awake, they reached their destination. Upon exiting, they quickly gathered their items from the train car and headed to their hotel. The evening sky was a brilliant blood orange as the sun made its way to the horizon. They talked in great delight of their fast approaching appointments. Octavia's being upon her this very night. Parting ways with the blue maned D.J, the cellist made ventured down the familiar path to the concert hall. Within, her eyes grew wide and her smile refused to be hidden as she gazed upon all the ponies fine tuning their instruments and getting ready.

“Ah, Miss Octavia I presume?” a very sweet sounding voice called from behind her. She turned to see a older looking Pegasus mare. Her deep violet mane complemented her light blue coat. Here eyes a captivating brown gazed at the earth mare with a soft smile across her muzzle.

“Miss Lightwing,” Octavia breathed. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath for so long until she spoke the composer's name.

“Please, don't stand on such formalities. We are collages in the musical arts. Yoko is fine,” the mare said. Octavia blushed and smiled nervously.

“Right then, Miss Yoko. I am truly honored to have gotten your invitation to play with your orchestra,” Octavia said softly.

“From what I have heard, you are one of the best around in your string line. It is an honor to conduct such talent,” Yoko said giving the cellist a modest bow. Blushing and looking slightly frantic, Octavia followed Yoko's lead and bowed before the conductor's head rose. “If you would please take your place, we shall begin,” Yoko said with a smile. She pointed her hoof to a group of cellists. Sitting in the middle was a empty chair with the word Octavia on it. Taking her place with a happy grin on her face, Octavia tuned her cello and got better aquainted with the rest of the cellists. The rehearsal was successful to say the least. Everypony played their part magnificently. Things were great

Now back at the hotel, Octavia recounted her experience with the orchestra to Vinyl. As the night drew on, the two snuggled in close on their bed and let sleep take them once more. Pleasant dreams played out in their subconscious minds as their bodies rested from the day's activities. Hours pass by like minutes in their bliss filed state as Celestia's golden sun breaks the horizon and once more begins a new day. Breakfast was somber and very relaxed, eating at Doughnut Joe's shop.

“I can't wait for you to hear it Vinyl. I promise you won't regret it,” Octavia beamed as she munched on a glazed doughnut with sprinkles. Vinyl grinned as she mashed her 3rd down her throat in a rather undignified manner.

“I bet. Neon wants me in the studio early, so after we finish I'm gonna go see him and get out an hour before your concert,” Vinyl said. Her horn illuminated and revealed her ticket. “Save me a good seat ok?” she asked.

“Of course I will,” Octavia said with a blissful sigh. They finished their meal and were soon to part ways when Vinyl stopped Octavia.

“Got ya somethin' to help keep in contact. Some of the eggheads in R&D here in Canterlot made it,” she said. Octavia held out her hoof. Placed in it by Vinyl's was a small device with a mouth piece and small speaker. “They call it a telephone. And its powered by a very low level unicorn spell. It's all charged up and ready to go. All you have to do is say my name, and it will call me, and vice verse,” Vinyl explained.

“How did you get this?” Octavia asked inspecting the item. Vinyl waved her hoof to brush off the question.

“A guy I know owed me a solid. He got me into the 'beta test' or whatever the hay he called it and hooked me up with a pair of personal ones,” she said with a smile. Octavia smiled looking down at the device and then to her mare.

“Thank you,” she said softly. The two embraced for a few more moments, and then separated. Arriving at her destination, Octavia let loose a held breath to relax her nerves. She knew she was ready for this, she could feel it in her core. Practice came and went, and with it so did time. The masses were starting to pile in, and it was curtain in 30. looking to the crowd, she glanced left and right, only to then focus on the empty chair in the front row labeled “Reserved for Vinyl Scratch”. Worry soon set in as she neared the 15 minute mark. She trotted to her prep-station and scooped the phone into her hooves.

“Vinyl Scratch,” she said into the mouth piece. The device lit up and started making a slight ringing sound in the speaker. After a few short rings, a click sounded.

“This is Vinyl,” a voice said from the other side.

“Hey Vinyl. I was just wondering if you where you were. It's almost time to begin,” Octavia said into the mouth piece.

“Oh no its starting right now? Oh jeez, me and Neon are still hammering out these tracks. I'm sorry but I don't think I can make it. It's really tied up here. You understand right?” Vinyl asked, trying to explain her situation. Octavia's look of worry soon grew more defined.

“You said you would be here, and this is really important to me,” Octavia countered.

“Yeah, I know. It's such a total mess down here I have my hooves tied. I'll make it to your next performance I promise,” Vinyl pleaded. Octavia couldn't believe she was hearing this once again. It happened every time, every single time. Her eyes grew dim as the feeling of her heart breaking started to over take her.

“I understand...it's ok,” Octavia said softly.

“Thank you Tavi, you have no idea how mu-”

“Actually, it's not ok,” Octavia said suddenly. “You've done this every time to me. Yet I seem to be able to make time for your performances It's not fair Vinyl,” she said slightly louder now. A few wandering eyes locked on the mare.

“Tavi, I'm sorry. I really wanted to come see you tonight,” Vinyl tried to defend.

“If you really wanted to, then you would have been here,” Octavia said coldly.

“Tavi...what are you saying?” Vinyl asked. Her voice had grown shaky, as if she could sense the words before Octavia said them.

“Consider this relationship, and this friendship over,” she said so coldly that even a Windigo would freeze to death.

“Tavi wa-” was all Vinyl could get out before the phone closed shut. A pained expression contorted the gray mare's face. Tears of anger and sadness damped her cheeks as she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

“5 minutes to curtain,” a stallion called from behind her. Raising her head to look at herself in the mirror, Octavia saw a pony stricken by grief and anger. And yet, even with this going through her mind, she still felt as if she could preform. Perhaps even better then she could have prior. She steeled herself and adjusted her bow tie. Exiting her area, Yoko stopped her with a gentle hoof.

“Gomenasai, Octavia-San,” Yoko said softly. She must have heard Octavia prior, because she pulled the mare into a tight warm hug. Feeling her resolve waver, she embraced the Pegasus gently. “If I can do anything for you, please do not hesitate to ask,” Yoko said looking at Octavia's reddened eyes. Octavia glanced to the crowd growing, and to the reserved sign once more.

“I want to make her understand. May I borrow your pianist?” she asked. With a simple nod, Yoko called the stallion on the keys over. After a few minutes of talking, they all took their positions. The curtain raised and Yoko approached the conductor's stand as the crowd stomped in applause

“Thank you very much for being with us this evening. Before our program begins, our special guest, Octavia Melody, would like to preform a special piece for you all,” the mare stated. Octavia ventured to a newly set up microphone next to the piano. Her eyes remained closed as she began to sing.

Things were difficult for a long time after that night. Octavia moved out of their home once they made it back to Ponyville, deciding to take up residence in Canterlot once more. Vinyl begged and pleaded for forgiveness time and time again, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as Octavia refused to answer any of her letters. But as time passes, wounds heal. It took over half a year, but Octavia finally let Vinyl back into her life. The two became friends once more, but Octavia for her part, kept it at just that. Friends. And though their friendship had mended itself, the scars on Octavia's heart still held their grotesque shape. Preventing her from getting close to anypony for the foreseeable future

Sighing at the swell of memories that flooded her head, Octavia continued through the streets of Canterlot. The grand castle now insight, she thought of the promised coffee date with Neon, though his face was not the one she saw in her thoughts. Instead, it was somepony else. Somepony who had been scared himself. Who, like her, chose to forgive his unintentional tormentor. Somepony, or rather, some dragon

Author's Note

sorry this took so long to get out. i was vying with how i wanted this chapter to go, and its a bit shorter then those that came before it. for that i do apologize. several things have happened within my family, as well as the process beginning of me leaving my old apartment and moving to a new one. thank you all for kind words and great feedback. i will be drawing up a cover art for this fic soon. so until the next chapter, i will see you all later. random side note, my editor has pretty much quit on me, so thats why it takes a bit more time to get these out. later everypony

Moonlight 624

"So let me get this straight," Vinyl said suddenly. Herself, Spike, and Celestia had all ventured into the garden. A simple and calming walk to be sure, save for you unicorn's sudden interjection. Spike shifted his gaze to her, catching her stare as she seemed to be piecing it all together.

"You're Princess Celestia's son," vinyl said. It was more of a statement rather than a question, but spike responded as if it were the latter.

"Yes," he deadpanned rather bluntly.

"And Twilight hatched you."

"Yes"

"And the princess raised you"

"Is there a point here?" He asked in an annoyed tone. Celestia chuckled to herself seeing as some form of explanation was needed for the young mare.

"Miss Scratch,"Celestia addressed. Vinyl almost fell out of step as she heard her name come from the princess' mouth. She regained her composure, though her dignity wasn't as fortunate as Spike chuckled at her.

"If its ok with you princess, Vinyl is just fine," she said looking to the solar princess.

"Alright then. Vinyl, I believe I can clear any confusion you may have about how Spike came to be my son," Celestia spoke in a kind tone. Vinyl nodded eager to hear the story. "But first, let us finish our walk. It is indeed rare I get to spend time with him," she said. Her tone this time was more motherly, and had a clear positive reaction to the young drake walking along side her. Spike smiled widely and gazed up at the pristine white alicorn he had the honor of calling mother. She smiled down at him and the three continued to walk in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the fine weather and ambiance of the world around them.

As Spike relaxed, he heard, or rather felt a note of a piano ring in his core. He closed his eyes and let his body slip into automatic pilot as his imagination brought forth a piano. He could feel his claws touching the smooth keys. Pressing them in light succession. The keys only laying the ground work as he sensed the other pieces that this song needed. In the faint recesses of his mind he heard something, as if somepony was calling his name. It grew louder, splashes of blue covered the keys in front of him as he was ripped back to reality.

"HEY SCALE HEAD!!!" Vinyl screamed in his ear. The young drake's eyes snapped open and screamed. For a second he seemed to jump out of scales. He shot a very dirty look at vinyl, who was now laughing her flank off at his dismay. He let out a low growl and released the tension in his shoulders.

"What Vi?" He asked quite annoyed at her. She was still trying to collect herself before talking.

"Ok....ok *giggle* so...you kinda spaced out there. What were you thinkin'?" She asked still holding back a snort or two. Spike narrowed his gaze. “Was that your inspiration face?”

" Guess you could say that," he said as he looked forward.

"That dose remind me Spike," Celestia chimed into the conversation. "We have had the pleasure of acquiring a new piano for the foyer. If its not too much, would you be able to play something later on?" Celestia asked. Spike's face lit up. He had remembered the poor condition of the original. It was fairly old and beaten up as well as being way past out of tune.

“That's awesome! I'd love to play it,” he said with great excitement. Celestia smiled warmly and nodded.

“Perfect. Now then,” she directed her gaze to vinyl, who visibly shook. “Miss Vinyl, let's talk shall we?” she asked. Vinyl nodded and the three sat down on the top of a grassy hill.

“So, how did you get Spike's egg? Did you rescue him?” Vinyl asked. Celestia looked to the sky remembering the day she acquired his egg

Over the hundreds of years since the banishment of Nightmare Moon, the sadness that preceded was deeper than anypony could imagine. Celestia bore it with a stern face, doing her best not to let her subjects know. During which time, Celestia had formed treaties with the griffon nation to the east, and another with the dragons of the west. Their respective leaders became friends with Celestia, slowly but surely easing her pain. During her 800th solo reign and 300 year of peace with the dragons, a great disaster occurred withing the Dragon Dominion. War had erupted and threatened to destroy Dragon civilization permanently.

“Your highness, we have word from the dragon nation. The insurgence has staged a full on attack and King Draco, he has been wounded,” one of her guards reported. Celestia's eyes widened.

“Prepare the guard! We leave now!” she bellowed. She rose from her throne and descended the stairs to the main door.

“Yes your highness. Ready the guard!” her captain shouted. The look on Celestia's face denoted both rage and worry. For the past century, so called Dragon Purists had begun a cult movement to change dragon kind back to its “natural” state of being greed driven creatures. The king, Draco, was desperately trying his best to maintain the greed-less civilization that had took many long centuries to create. There was no time to really think or dwell on the matter at hoof right now though. As she stepped out of the castle doors, her Pegasus guard was on standby and ready for flight. On top of that, the current group of Wonderbolts was also on stand by.

“Commander Jet Stream, are we ready for departure?” She asked trotting down the stairs. The Wonderbolts captain saluted and simply nodded.

“Ma'am, we are prepped and ready to begin operations,” he said in confirmation.

“Everypony, we leave now!” the princess shouted.

“Ma'am!” they all shouted in perfect sync. Celestia crouched down and shot into the sky like a bolt of lightning. The legion of her troops following closely at her wing as they ventured straight for the dragonic kingdom. The flight was silent, save a few murmurs from stallions attempting to gain some kind of insight. Celestia remained focused on getting to her good friend, nothing else mattered other than that. With the border crossed, they entered the “badlands” as most of the ponies came to call it. The terrain took a drastic change from the lush greens and foliage to brittle scorched earth and hardened stone. Overlooking this seemingly harsh landscape sat a stone fortress, much larger than Canterlot castle by a few hundred feet. Touching down just outside the main gates, a maelstrom of emerald fire shot forth from the broken doors of the castle, followed immediately by the ear splitting roar of a dragon in pain. Celestia broke into a mad sprint as she ascended the stairs. She could hear her captains' barking orders to set up a perimeter to attempt to detract any possible intruders. Entering through the broken remains of a door, Celestia slowed her to a trot as she looked at the devastation and destruction that once was a grand hall. Vibrant tapestries that once shown the long lived history of dragons were now nothing more then ragged, chard scraps of fabric. Columns of solid stone lay as piles broken and crumpled debris. Several corpses of great size lay above and beneath the rubble. She visibly shook as she took it all in. ahead she could hear ragged breath of something that was still living. Increasing her pace steadily, her eyes fell upon a large deep lavender dragon. He was covered in thick lacerations and wounds too numerous to count.

“Draco!” She shouted running to his side. The beast responded with a mild grunt of acknowledgment. His deep purple eyes scanning the room until the alabaster alicorn came into view.

“Princess Celestia, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked. A soft smile laced with his own blood curled his lips upward until he started to cough rather violently. Blood and smoke pouring from his mouth as he attempted to get to some form of vertical base. Celestia approached him and knelt down to look the drake in the eye.

“Draco, please save your strength. My dear friend, what has happened?” she asked softly. The great dragon, despite Celestia's plea to stay down, rose to his haunches and looked out the nearest window.

“Nature, as they call it,” he said loud enough to be heard. “The 'true nature' of this violent tribe. I have done my best to deteriorate these less then flattering qualities Celestia. We had culture, music even. Truly, we were glorious compared to the beasts we spawned from. But I often wondered, was this truly the wisest course of action? To try and devastate from our cruel nature and be something that could truly benefit fellow sentient beings...” he trailed off into a series of violent coughing. Celestia attempted to get close, but a claw stopped her. “My hatchery, my children, have all been smashed to pieces. All save this one,” he rose and sluggishly walked to a wall. Pressing his claw against a loose slab revealed a hidden passage. Inside sat a small dragon egg. “This child, please, take care of him. He will be my legacy. Raise him to control his heritage, and maybe, when the time is right, he will prove what we dragons are truly capable....of...” the kings last words were almost lost to the wind as he finally succumb to his wounds. His life, and the last intelligent dragon, were now gone. Celestia gazed at the dragon egg.

“I will,” she softly vowed. As she approached the egg, a crash sounded above her. Her head snapped upward as a black dragon shot through the ceiling, it's eyes glazed over with primal instinct.

“WANT!!!!!” it screamed hurtling towards Celestia. She followed its gaze and saw it was after the egg. The dragon let loose a torrent of flames from its might maw which encompassed the princess and the egg. There was a scream from the princess as the flames approached and engulfed her. The beast landed and continued to spew red flames from its mouth, making sure that its latest meal would be cooked to a good crisp. What it failed to see at the last possible moment, was a magical sword cutting through its flames. The dragon had no time to react as it felt the tip of the blade touch the back of its throat before violently coming out the back of its head. Celestia glared at the downed dragon, her mane and tail glowing with vibrant red, orange, and yellow colors. Her eyes no longer were the soft violet they usually were, but now were replaced with a hellish orange. Her eyes darted from side to side, her nose flared as she smelled sulfur and ash. More dragons were coming. Her horn glowed a now twilight orange, encasing the egg and levitating it towards her. Her wings spread and with a solid boom, took off. In her wake, more dragons piled into the castle, breaking the walls and stealing anything that wasn't nailed down. She glanced back at her fallen friend. A small smile on his muzzle. Celestia's features softened as she flew out of the collapsing castle. She burst out of the broken gate with a plum of smoke following after her.

“Everypony!! we leave now!!!” she screamed. Without hesitation her troops pulled out and shot into the sky. She looked back just as the castle collapsed in on itself. Her ponies soon obstructed her view as they headed for home. Once they arrived in Canterlot, Celestia took the egg to her private chamber, setting it onto her bed. She gazed at it. It was a legacy all wrapped up in a hardened shell. She thought of the fallen dragon king. His last words to her, to care for the egg. She nodded silently to herself as resolve began to grow. She would raise this dragon, care for and nurture him as if he were her own. As the centuries went, the egg slayed in a magical incubation container in the princess's room. Absorbing magical fire to further along it's development. Though she tried many times to hatch the egg herself, Celestia found that her magic was not powerful enough. With a sigh, she had all but given up hope to bring this small bundle into the world. It was around this time, she founded the Celestia's school for gifted Unicorns. An institution made to help aspiring unicorns reach their full potential in the magical arts. A few decades prior to the 1000 Summer Sun Celebration, Celestia implemented a new test. using the dragon egg, she would gauge a unicorn's magical power. If a magical force did exist that could hatch the egg, surly it was housed in a young untapped unicorn.

“That was when Twilight applied for my school,” the princess said. She, Spike, and Vinyl had been sitting quietly as Celestia recounted the tale. A pleased smile crossed her face as she remembered her young dragon finally coming into the world. “After hatching, he would always suck on his tail and nestle in my mane as I read to him,” she said with a smile. Spike started to blush as she went into the more personal parts of his child hood.

“Please don't go into baby stories mom,” he said flustered. Celestia smiled and simply nodded. He shot a glance to Vinyl, who was holding back her laughter again. The princess looked to the sky in thought and then back at her son.

“There is one story that you don't mind me telling though,” she quipped. Spike raised an eyebrow and thought about it for a few seconds and then realized what she meant.

“You mean the piano story?” he asked. She nodded with a smile. Vinyl's interest peaked as she looked to the princess.

“What happened with a piano? Did he break it?” she asked looking at Spike slyly.

“In a manner of speaking,” Celestia said. “We use to have a piano in one of the larger rooms of the castle. It was Beethooven's from when he was still alive. My little Spike, at the age of 7, loved to play with the keys, pressing them as hard as his little claws could,” she said. Spike looked away as Vinyl once again shot him that look. “it wasn't until I actually heard him 'playing' that I noticed that he was slowly but surely playing one of my favorite songs. The moonlit Senate,” she said. Spike smiled and rubbed the back of his head. “From that day onward, I gave him lessons, until he became quite the accomplished musician you see before you,” Celestia said with a smile.

“So you've been playing for that long?” Vinyl asked. Spike shot her his own smug look.

“You should know. When we first met, I was already learning advanced melodies,” he said puffing his chest out with pride. The two smiled and Spike leaned back. The sky was starting to turn a light orange, meaning the day was starting to end. He enjoyed the feeling of grass on his scales as he seemed to zone out again. He closed his eyes and better enjoyed himself. Vinyl smiled down at him.

“Looks like he's got the right idea,” she said aloud. Celestia smiled as well. Her gaze now on the adolescent dragon that she raised.

“Indeed,” she said. She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his forehead. “Come, let's head back and set up your chambers for the evening,” she said. Vinyl nodded and then looked back at Spike.

“Will he be ok by himself?” she asked. Celestia simply nodded and the two left the drake to rest silently.

Still roaming the streets of Canterlot, Octavia continued to walk almost aimlessly. Taking a few trips down memory lane, she smiled at the familiarity of the area. She passed by the store she got her first cello from, a coffee shop where she had her first unofficial official date with Vinyl, and another small hall where she played her first recital. So many happy memories mixed in with the sad. With a contented sigh, she changed direction for the castle that she would be staying at for the evening.

Back in the garden, Spike was just waking up. His eyes fluttered open gradually. He looked at the sky and groaned remembering he had fallen asleep. He sat up and swirled his tongue inside his mouth. He smacked his lips and spit out whatever was causing the foul taste in his mouth. He got to his feet shortly and headed back to the castle. He looked around for a moment before realizing he was quite close to the foyer. His eyes soon locked onto the freshly delivered piano. It was magnificent. An amazing gloss on the wood, no dust or debris, and made only of the finest quality strings and hammers. He approached it slowly, his reptilian eyes gazing over it more and more as he circled it.

Spike sat down on the bench and lifted the cover, reviling the pearly white and black keys. He smiled softly and began to test it. The sounds produced were crisp and clear. His smile only growing wider as he tickled the ivories. Looking around, he wondered if anyone would ether stop to listen, or get him to stop. Ether way, he was in the mood to play. His claws rested on the lower range and began to press the keys in a slow succession. Only ever so slightly speeding up his key presses to keep that steady flow. His right claw slide up to the higher notes every so often. Making a noticeable contrast in the lower range every so often. Though he knew the song was missing a few elements, he still wanted to hear it with his ears instead of imagining how it would sound. It didn't take long for a few of the maids to stop what they were doing and come listen to the wonderful sounds the dragon was producing. He smiled and soon segwayed into another song.

Unknown to him however, his mother and Vinyl had returned to find him playing. His eyes remained closed as he felt his way through the pieces he had long sense committed to memory. Celestia's face showed nothing but pride in the young drake as he played in a bliss filled state. Vinyl watched on in awe, seeing him play like this was inspiring and captivating. Spike's eyes finally opened as he finished the second song. Looking around now, he saw everypony staring at him. He felt his scales begin to warm up as he blushed and scratched the back of his head.

“Umm, hi?” he said meekly earning a few giggles and stomps from the maids. He spotted Celestia and smiled brightly. He turned his attention back to the keys and prepared to play another song. It was at this time, Octavia had made it to the castle. She was halted by the guards instantly.

“Name and business,” one of the guards asked in a deep voice.

“Octavia Melody. I am here under personal invitation from Princess Celestia to stay the night,” she said looking the stallion in the eye. The guard glanced to his partner, who nodded his approval.

“You may enter Miss Melody. Enjoy your visit,” he said getting out of her way. Octavia gave a simple nod and entered. Upon stepping hoof inside, she was immediately greeted with a familiar sound. The piano playing in C-sharp. Her ears twitched in the direction of the source. Following the sounds, she soon came to the other end of the foyer, where she could see a piano and a mass of purple scales sitting at the bench. She watched on with the staff as Spike played the Sonata easily. Never rushing and never over playing the notes. His claws moved in practiced strokes along the keys. The smile on his face, though faint, caused the cellist to blush. This was the second time today she watched him play with such skill and grace on the keys, and quite frankly, she felt she could get use to watching him work his magic. The song ended soon, much to her displeasure. Spike turned around and gave a light bow.

“Excellent work Spike,” Celestia said walking up to her son. Spike simply smiled and bowed.

“Such a melody is fitting for the princess of these lands,” he said with a grin a mile wide. As he rose he caught a glimpse of Octavia. His eyes widened a bit and he averted his gaze before he started to stare. This gesture was caught however by Vinyl, who looked in the direction he was looking away from. She smiled seeing Octavia and trotted over.

“Hey Tavi, looks like you came at the right time,” Vinyl said approaching her good friend.

“Indeed I have. He really is something isn't he?” Octavia asked. Vinyl followed her gaze to Spike, who was talking amongst the staff and Celestia.

“He sure is,” Vinyl said watching Spike with a small smile. She shifted her gaze back to Octavia. She knew that look in her eye. It was the same look when Octavia had just started to show interest in her. “I got our room all set up if you wanna check it out,” Vinyl said motioning for Octavia to follow. With one last glance, Octavia observed Spike's frame. After a second or two, she followed after Vinyl to their quarters for the night. Spike glanced to the side and saw Vinyl and Octavia walking. He caught the lingering stare of the cellist. He tore away and smiled a little bit.

“Spike, I have a request for you,” Celestia said drawing his attention to her. He looked up to the solar princess, who was smiling. “You see, there is going to be a gathering in the ballroom by Fancy Pants. I would very much like if you could play some music at the event,” she requested. Spike's eyes widened for a moment. The thought of playing live again for ponies was tucked deep in the back of his mind, and was now rammed to the forefront.

“J-j-just me?” he stammered out. Celestia caught his nervousness immediately, noticing the slight stammer in his voice and the beads of sweat that were starting to form.

“Not entirely, rest assured. I was also going to invite Miss. Vinyl and Miss. Melody as well. I can tell you would feel more comfortable preforming with them,” she said with a sweet smile. She watched the nervousness started to fade from Spike's face.

“Oh. Ok,” he said breathing a sigh of relief. He thought about it for a sec. “I don't think this is Vi's kinda thing, but I’m sure Octavia would be cool with it,” he answered.

“Very well than. I will ask her tomorrow,” Celestia said nodding. Spike let out a soft yawn and scratched his back.

“It's been a long day. I think I'll head to bed,” Spike said looking up at his mother. Celestia smiled and nodded.

“Sleep well my son,” she said with a wave of her hoof. Spike waved his goodbyes to the others and headed off in the direction of his room. The young dragon yawned tiredly as he made his way through the corridors with practiced steps. Nothing had really changed since he use to live here. Placing his claw against the cold stone entire, a flood of pleasant memories of a life he once had came back to him in pleasant waves. He let a smile play on his maw for a few moments before it gave way to another large yawn. His eyes closed he, simply navigated through touch now. Remembering the feel of each cut stone on his way to his room. His claw dragged along the wall till he felt something unfamiliar. It was soft and rounded. Almost like the muzzle of a pony. Curious, Spike opened his eyes and looked to see what his hand was touching. His gaze landed on Octavia, who had just exited her room. Her eyes were glued to the dragon, and vice versa. The two holding each other's stare for what seemed like an eternity. Nether moving or looking away.

“Umm, Spike?” Octavia began, breaking the silence. This got Spike's attention and he simply nodded in response letting her know he heard her. “Could you let go of my cheek?” she asked. Spike looked at his hand. He was cupping her cheek, and from the look of it, was making soothing motions with it as he let his dextrous fingers analyze the feeling of pony fur. His face changed from amethyst to deep crimson as he realized what he was doing. Tearing his hand away, he backed up a couple steps and started to apologize frantically.

“Sorry! I didn't know! I was just walking and I felt something and-” he was cut off by a hoof on his lips. He looked to see Octavia smiling sweetly at him.

“It's alright Spike. You don't have to apologize,” she said. Spike blushed more than before feeling her hoof against his lips. Vinyl's comment of him having a chance with her echoed in his head as he gazed at the mare. He dumbly nodded, causing the cellist to retract her hoof. “Are you heading to bed?” she asked. Again, he nodded dumbly.

“Yo, Tavi! What are ya doin?” Vinyl shouted from within the room. Octavia turned her stare from Spike and looked back into the doorway.

“Just saying good night to Spike,” she responded loud enough to be heard.

“Catch ya in the A.M scale head!” Vinyl shouted once more. “And if your gonna kiss him goodnight, bring him in here so I can see!”

That last comment caught both the mare and dragon off guard, and their faces showed it. Both of them screaming Vinyl's name in unison. They looked back each other, and soon found the floor more interesting than making eye contact.

“So ugh...good night Octavia,” Spike said trying to break the tension.

“Yes....good night Spike,” Octavia said softly. She walked back inside and closed the door behind her. Spike stood still for a few moments. Simply taking in the thought of him and Octavia kissing. He could hear Octavia shouting at Vinyl and Vinyl laughing her flank off. Dumbly, he continued his walk. Heading into the room he was given whenever he would come for “Royal Business”. Crawling into bed he simply laid awake, still blushing at the thought. He sighed softly and closed his eyes to attempt sleep. Slowly the world faded away into the darkness behind his eyelids as dreams began to form.

Morning light broke through the windows of the castle. Its soft glow illuminating and casting away the shadows caused by the night. Spike rose with a audible groan, turning his head to survey his surroundings. Once he had confirmed he was still in Canterlot Castle, he rose from his bed and stretched out his arms and legs. Several yawns later, he was down the hall and at the dinning hall, where Luna was drinking tea as she prepared to go to sleep. She glanced to her nephew. The small smile she had started to form a more noticeable smirk.

“Good morning nephew,” she said trying to hold back a couple of snickers. Spike cocked his eyebrow as he got closer to the princess. Who continued to smirk and snicker. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, actually. Thanks for asking Aunt Luna,” he said a bit nervously.

“Oh, that is always wonderful to hear. Though, your dreams last night were quite interesting,” she said sipping a cup of tea.

“Dream? What are you ta-” Spike began but his thoughts immediately derailed as he remembered his dream.

“I must say, that it was quite mature for you. Usually you dream of ice cream and the like. But to think such a romantic setting with a lovely mare such as her could make you smile so much,” Luna said with a knowing smirk. Spike's mouth hung open as he tried to form any kind of response. His dream replaying vividly in his head.

A fine candle lit setting, a bottle of wine chilled to perfection, and a gorgeous dinner. Spike looked over to the mare who sat across from him, a smile adorning her face. Conversation was smooth and natural. Dinner was delicious and cooked to perfection. And afterward the two walked the streets of Canterlot, all the way to the rolling hills just outside the gates. The two exchanged loving stares as they leaned in and their lips connected. The kiss lingering on their lips as they part. Spike stared into her mulberry pink eyes as she smiled and pushed her mane from her face. She opened her mouth to speak but the wrong voice came out

“Morning Scale Head!” was the voice that snapped Spike out of his line of thought. He blinked as he refocused, turning his head he saw Vinyl walk up behind him and smack the back of his head with her hoof before sitting at the table. He groaned audibly glaring at the D.J

“Yes, it is a good morning. Did you sleep well Spike?” another voice said. Spike's face lit up with a bright blush as the gray cellist walked into his line of sight. She smiled sweetly and sat at the table as well.

“Good morning young mares. Spike and I were just discussing dreams,” Luna said shooting a glance right at Spike. He locked gazes with her. A mental battle going on within seconds.

You wouldn't

I would

You couldn't

I could if I so choose

What do you want?

I want you to play the song Celestia's been raving about that you play so well

Done

“Really, dreams huh? See any interesting ones?” Vinyl asked as she fixed herself a plate.

“The dreams of my subjects are always a cherished memory to me. I sadly can not share them with others,” the lunar princess said sipping her tea. She broke her glance with Spike and ate as well. Spike sighed and approached the table. Once he was at the table, Octavia rose from her spot only having had an apple.

“Not hungry Tavi?” Vinyl asked eying her roommate weirdly. Spike shifted his gaze from the plate of gems in front of him to the musical earth mare. Octavia looked towards Vinyl before answering her.

“I actually have a meeting with Neon this morning, or rather its the only time I could think to have coffee with him. I'll see you both at the studio,” she said before excusing herself. Everypony and Spike watched as the gray mare proceeded out of the dinning hall and eventually out of the castle. Vinyl, as well as Luna, turned their heads towards the young dragon. His expression was slightly unreadable. Two emotions conflicting in his eyes. One of which was jealousy that Neon and Octavia were going on a impromptu date, and the other was borderline apathy. The ever looming question of why he seemed to care if she was going out on a date with a stallion. He let these two emotions conflict a while longer before he finished his plate.

“I think I’m gonna go to Joe's. See ya in a bit Vi,” he said. His eyes still seemed to be locked on the doorway Octavia had left from. If Vinyl had said something, he hadn't heard it as he rose and began his trek to his favorite doughnut shop. As he walked, his body proceeded to once again go into auto pilot. His mind replaying the dream he had had the night previous. His head hung and his shoulders slumped. Was her really falling for the cellist? All evidence pointed to that fact. What with his lingering gazes on her slender form, always lighting up when she spoke to him, and over all enjoyment of her company. Maybe it wasn't so bad that he had started to develop feelings for the mare. She had done more for him in the 4 days he had known her than Rarity had in all the time he had spent in Ponyville.

“I guess I do like her,” he said aloud.

“Like who?” a voice said breaking the drake's trance. He looked up to see Doughnut Joe. Much to Spike's surprise he had actually made it to the Doughnut shop in a much more hasty manor than usual. Joe was standing just outside his shop, sweeping the sidewalk and outdoor dining area when he had caught sight of the purple dragon. Spike smiled lightly.

“Hey Joe. You open for the day yet?” Spike asked. His question was answered with a firm hoof to his back and a wide smile on the stallion's muzzle.

“For you Spike, we're always open. And it looks like you got a story for me,” Joe said ushering the dragon inside. While Spike and Joe sat down and talked over a couple mugs of hot chocolate, Octavia had acquired Neon from his office/home and had gone to one of the local diners. Once inside Neon began to regale Octavia with one of his many performance stories.

“So half way through the set the stage caught fire!” he shouted adding effect to his story. Octavia having held back laughter through his story couldn't help but let a few chuckles loose as she imagined the panicked look on his face.

“Goodness, what happened next?” she asked. Neon just chuckled a bit before answering.

“Someponies, and I kid you not, just shouted 'the stage is on fire! We don't need no water let the motha bucka burn!'” he said laughing. The two shared a combined laugh as simply thinking of the silliness of it all. “Oh man, that was a great night. Well aside from the fire, but you get it,” he said between laughs. Octavia tried to reign in her laughter a bit.

“I would certainly say that night was interesting to say the least,” she mused. Neon smiled a bit dumbly. He was really enjoying his time with Octavia. He glanced at the clock. It read about 9 a.m.

“Well should we get going to the studio?” he asked. Octavia nodded and let forth a contented sigh. This was nice. The musical duo left the diner, only to be greeted by Vinyl on the way out.

“Hey Vinyl. Whats goin' on?” Neon asked, addressing the mare as she approached.

“Nothin' special. Figured it was high time I got my flank to the studio. You guys seen Spike yet?” she asked. At this Octavia raised an eyebrow.

“No we haven't. Wasn't he at the castle with you?” she asked.

“He was, but he left out almost immediately after you did,” Vinyl replied. The contented look on Octavia's face shifted to one more of concern.

“That's odd. We haven't seen him,” Neon spoke up.

“Ah he's probably ok. He's a dragon, he'll be fine,” Vinyl assured. Octavia shot Vinyl a worried look. To which Vinyl shot her back a confused one. Shrugging it off, Vinyl lead the way to the studio. There was silence as the three walked. Vinyl, not one for prolonged silence, decided to break it. “So after today, we'll be heading back to Ponyville,” Vinyl said to no one in particular.

“Shame, you two certainly make things a bit more lively,” Neon said.

“Well this was a spur of the moment trip,” Octavia chimed in. Vinyl chuckled a bit at the statement.

“Yeah, it kinda was my idea,” she said wholeheartedly. “Ponynaping the two of you was a good idea.”

“Well, I will admit it was a fun little romp,” Octavia said with a grin.

“And you're always welcome to come back whenever. As a matter of fact, I’ve got a gig lined up in a few weeks. You guys want in?” Neon asked. Vinyl's face lit up with excitement.

“Hay yeah I want in!” she shouted hoof pumping. Octavia smiled at her friends reaction.

“Sadly I will have to decline. I don't think it will be my kind of venue,” Octavia respectfully declined. Neon looked a bit put off, but just grinned.

“S'all good. Vinyl, you and I can think sets while you guys are getting prepped to record today,” he said looking back to the blue maned mare. Vinyl smiled and the two were off talking about dub trot. To which Octavia tuned them out until she heard faint singing. She looked in the direction it was coming from and saw Spike stepping out of Joe's Donuts. His singing was low, but still registered with the mare's sense of hearing. Making out the words “of an absolution” as he walked. Spike soon caught sight of the group and approached.

“Hey everypony!” he called waving his hand. This drew the attention of the other two. Vinyl waved her hoof to draw the dragon near. Neon smiled, only to be pulled away by his thoughts. As Spike approached, he looked at Octavia, who was staring at him. Feeling a bit awkward in his own scales, he turned his gaze away. Sneaking a few glances when he thought she wasn't looking.

“Hey Scale Head. Ready to wrap up and head home?” Vinyl asked. Spike just smirked.

“Don't know. You ready to let me go back home to my worried sister?” he asked folding his arms across his chest. Vinyl laughed a little.

“Never!!! You are mine forever!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” she shouted and laughed. Octavia smiled and laughed at the D. J’s antics. The walk to the studio became more fun filled as the 3 friends talked and joked. Neon, however was still in a contemplative state until Spike snapped him out of it.

“Hey Neon,” he called out. The producer shook off his distraction and looked towards the dragon. “You know that song I recorded yesterday before we had to stop, could you put that on a disk and send it to Princess Luna?” he asked. To say this was an odd request was a bit of a understatement. Put a track on a disk? No problem. Have it sent to somepony? Easy. Have it sent to one of the Royal Pony Sisters? Only one word could answer that question.

“Why?” he asked. Spike just looked forward.

“Well, it's part of the deal for letting us stay in the castle while we were here. She wanted a type of tribute. And I think Moonlight Sonata by Beethooven would be good,” he said. And keep her from telling everypony in Equestria about my dream

“So that's how you were able to get us into the castle?” Octavia asked. Vinyl cocked an eyebrow at the question.

“What are you talking about? We got invited cause- OW!” Vinyl had started and was soundly interrupted by a sharp pain in her flank. She looked to her side and saw Spike glaring daggers at her. As if his gaze could say “If you say it, they won't find your chard remains”.

“Are you alright Vinyl?” Neon asked. After exchanging glares at the dragon, Vinyl turned to Neon and waved him off. Well with that little bit of awkward out of the way, the company made their way to the studio. The recording session was quick to say the least. What only felt like minutes were hours. All of which was filled with music and fun. Spike particularly was having a blast playing the piano. His claws gliding up and down the keys with such practiced ease that it could be considered second nature. Vinyl and Octavia were no slouches ether. Keeping their own flows as spot on as they could. After the 3rd hour of takes, Neon signaled the 3 to stop.

“Alright, you guys did great. I think your all set,” he called from the booth. Spike looked to the glass window the stallion sat behind and nodded. His glance shifting back to the mares who were also quite satisfied with their work.

“So now that we have the songs recorded, what do we do with them?” Spike asked.

“Well, we have enough to make an E.P. Its basically a sampling of your music,” Neon said over the speakers.

“Do it!” Vinyl shouted. “Just do it up and lets see if we can make a killing off this lil guy,” she said putting her hooves on Spike's shoulders and shook him.

“Vinyl that's enough,” Octavia said shooing the white mare off the drake. “If he wants to release an E.P than he will decide,” she said giving Vinyl a stern look. Spike looked back to Octavia who gave him a small smile. He smiled back.

“Well, I would like a copy for me and Twilight. If you think you will sell, go ahead and sell it,” Spike said with a shrug. Neon smiled and nodded.

“Got ya covered. You want to make a E.P cover?” He asked. Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Hey just get a quick shot of the three of us!” Vinyl said getting in close to spike. Octavia frowned but than let it ease into a smile.

“Do you have a camera?” Octavia asked.

“Hold on a sec,” Neon said vanishing from the glass. Spike looked towards the two mares who just smiled. A half second later, the recording room door opened with Neon holding a camera.

“Smile!” he said. Vinyl got in close and Octavia leaned in as well. With a quick flash, the picture was taken and Spike just stared dumbly. “That's a cover right there,” he said with a grin.

“Well, now that we have finished up, lets head home,” Octavia suggested. With a nod from the others, words of thanks were given to Neon, the musical trio of Ponyville were on their way to the train station. After they left, Neon set to work arranging the music. He had to admit, it was good. For a almost amateur arrangement, it was very well done.

“Maybe I should ask him to play with some of the others I know,” he mused. As he worked, one of his collaborators, E.M.P, came to the studio.

“Yo Neon, hows it hangin'?” he asked. Neon turned in his chair to see a navy blue colt with dark purple eyes filled his line of sight.

“It's hangin'. Actually workin' on somethin' right now,” Neon said turning back to his work.

“And that would be?” E.M.P asked. Neon gave the cult a set of headphones and played him Spike's songs. As those two listened, Spike and the others had boarded the train out of Canterlot. A familiar scene played out as the three rode towards home. Spike looked out the window with a distant gaze as Octavia and Vinyl spoke amongst each other. The conversation this time around was more or less about choirs around the house that needed tending and what bills were to be payed. As if smacking the dragon in the face, a thought crossed his mind.

“Hey Octavia?” he asked. The two mares directed their glances towards him. “Princess Celestia asked me if I could play at an up coming gathering at the castle, and I wanted to know if you wanted to join me? It'd be nice to have at least one familiar face there,” he asked. Octavia's cheeks flashed a nice shade of pink before she gathered her thoughts on the matter.

“Oh, well that was rather quick of her to ask. I suppose my schedule is free enough, when is it?” she asked. Spike stopped and thought about it.

“She didn't really say, but I'm sure we will get a letter the day before so we can get to Canterlot,” he said. To this, Octavia got a shoulder nudge from Vinyl.

“That'd be pretty cool. Me and Neon are runnin' a set soon. If you and Scale Head can take this gig than we will have bits for a while,” Vinyl said with a grin. Octavia returned her grin with one of her own.

“Alright than, I'll gladly play along side you,” she said with a smile towards the dragon. Spike's face both relaxed and lit up with joy at the same time.

“Awesome! I'll let the princess know,” he said with a toothy grin. The mares laughed and Spike joined into their conversation.

As the day drew to a close, and the night began, Princess Luna had awoke from her own slumber to hold her night court. Her lunar guard poised at her throne, she motioned for the court to begin. There were the usual complaints about night clubs and other such establishments, and the occasional visit to the dream scape to help guide her ponies to solutions to their problems. Upon returning form one trip, she was greeted with a messenger. He bowed before the princess of the night.

“Raise thy head young carrier. What brings thee to our court?” she asked in a soothing tone.

“Your majesty, I bring you a delivery from the stallion known as Neon Lights. He said it was a 'payment' of sorts from one he worked with recently,” the carrier said. Luna looked a bit bewildered at this. She had not demanded any form of tribute from this Neon Lights.

“Pray chance, what is it?” she asked.

“It is a music disk. He said that the one known as Spike Sparkle requested that it be sent to you as soon as it was available,” the stallion said once more. Luna's brain finally clicked. She withheld her excitement to maintain her regal visage.

“Very well, leave it with the guard on thy way out,” she said. The carrier nodded and handed it off to the guard, making his way to the door as had now completed his task. “Nightwatch, please play the disk,” she requested. The guard holding the case enclosed disk nodded and headed to the stereo system. She may have been regal and in the past a bit, but the princess' were always ahead of the curve when it came to technology. With the disk secure in the player, the very slow and soothing melody began to flow. Gentle piano strokes filled the air. Luna gazed at the machine playing the music. Her attention held captive by the simple piano stokes. She knew this was the piece Celestia was talking about, but for the life of her could not know the name. “Guards, what is the name of this piece?” she asked.

“Moonlight Sonada,” a voice said from the entry way. Luna turned her gaze to see her sister's form as she approached. “This is one of Beethooven's greatest works. During your banishment, I requested this song to be written in your honor. For the nights are always as beautiful and breathtaking as the mare who creates them. Spike learned this song during his time here, and plays it whenever I request it of him,” she said now standing next to her sister. Luna had been holding back tears the entire time her sister had been explaining its origins. With one look to her sister, she knew there was one question left to ask, though it's answer was obvious. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Luna croaked out before embracing her sister in a tight hug. The two siblings simply let the melody play, as the dragon who preformed it special for them slept on his way back home

Author's Note

so here we are. chapters are gonna start more regularly again. hope you guys enjoy the music and the chapter

In between time

Author's Note

This is a portion that was cut from the fifth chapter, rewritten, and designed to be a in between chapter to further Rarity and show what she was going through. hope you like it, and chapter 6 should be up by the 25

In between time

As Spike and his musical friends carried on their time in Canterlot, Ponyville ran as smoothly as fine silk. Spike being gone did very little to actually sway Ponyville as a whole, but his presence was missed by a few ponies. And those are the few that mattered. Though today seemed to be slightly different, for a new arrival had come to the quaint little town in search of a dear friend. He disembarked from the train and cast a casual glance over the surrounding area to get a taste for the atmosphere. Letting a satisfied smile curl his lips he began to walk from the platform and into the streets. To say this stallion turned heads was a bit of a understatement. The way he carried himself, the suit jacket, vest, and shirt he wore, and even down to his perfectly styled azure blue mane and mustache showed that this stallion was indeed of a “higher caliber” than most of the ponies who inhabited the town. Casting a glance left and right, he spotted a young mare. She was casually trotting a few feet from her, but he recognized her from around Canterlot prior to her moving. With a kind grin, and happy to see a familiar face, he approached. The mare was a mint green unicorn, with a two toned green and white mane.

“Miss Lyra, is that you by chance?” he asked. The mare ahead of him stopped and turned. Her golden eyes locking with his own cool blues. She smiled and turned fully to approach him.

“Fancy Pants, it's been too long,” she said with a cheery smile. Fancy could only smile back at her and dip his head in a light bow.

“I'm quite relieved that you remember me,” he said. It had been a while since they had seen each other. “I wondered if I would find another familiar face aside from the one I'm looking for.”

“Lookin' for somepony huh? Let me take a guess,” she said. She placed a hoof to her chin and stared at the stallion. He stood in place with an eased pose as she scrutinized him. Circling him once over, she created a 4 digit appendage with her magic as she thought. Fancy raised an eyebrow at the construct, though decided not to question it as of yet. Lyra kept thinking, until the appendage placed its middle digit with the oddly shaped one. The two pressing together and then snapping apart with an audible snapping noise.

“You're lookin' for Rarity,” she said finally with a confident grin. Impressed at her conclusion, Fancy simply sat on his haunches and clapped his hooves together.

“Correct you are Miss Lyra. Pray chance, do you know where I might find her?” he asked. Lyra smiled. The construct retracted its two outer digits inward. Leaving the index and the odd one extended and pointing in one direction.

“She lives in the carousal just down that way, you can't miss it,” she said. Her construct finally dissipated. With a word of thanks, Fancy Pants followed where she had pointed out. His search did indeed bear fruit as he found himself outside the Carousal Boutique. He used his own magic to straighten out his appearance, being careful with his jacket. Approaching, he stepped onto the doorway and began a series of raps against her door with his hoof. To his surprise, he heard hoof steps coming in a great deal faster than he had anticipated. She couldn't have been expecting him. That would be a bit odd considering this was an impromptu day trip on his part. He would get answers soon though as the door flew open inwardly.

“Spike???” Rarity shouted, hoping for a special someone to be waiting there. She was instead greeted with the appearance of Fancy Pants. Her face paled (if that was possible) as her brain caught up with the information her eyes were giving it. This was not Spike. This is Fancy Pants. Her brain, now up to speed, proceeded to tell her mouth to spit out incoherent mutters until directed otherwise.

“F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-a-a-a-a-a-a-a,” she vocalized like an idiot. Despite his upbringing and knowledge of how this particular mare operated when greeted with somepony of his social standing, Fancy couldn't help but chuckle a few times at the mare's growing bewilderment.

“It's refreshing to see you as well Miss Rarity,” he finally said after getting his chuckles under control. To this, Rarity slammed the door in his face. He kept his knowing smile on as he heard the hooves scamper away, only to come back very quickly. The door opened more gracefully, this time revealing Rarity in a very stylish dress and matching scarf.

“Why Fancy Pants, this is a most wonderful surprise. Please do come in,” she offered. Fancy walked in and shook his head lightly at her attempts of being “Upper Class”. Truth be told, he viewed her with more respect than any of the self-proclaimed
“Elite” of Canterlot.

“Do pardon my intrusion today, but I did come as a client,” he said as he entered her front room. Rarity's ears perked and she soon joined him after closing the door.

“You want to enlist my services?” she asked in disbelieve. Fancy turned to see the rather confused look on her face.

“Why yes I have actually. You see, I will be hosting a small beneficial in a few weeks. I need a new suit, and as you can see, this one has seen better days,” he said. At that statement, Rarity did as Lyra had done before her. Casting a critical eye over the suit as a whole and circling the dapper stallion.

“There is a tear along the back, several buttons have come loose, it needs to be refitted, possibly taken in by a few hairs,” she mumbled. To which Fancy smiled and closed his eyes.

“Yes, I knew your talented eyes could see it. As I was saying though, I would like a new suit. Preferably to match this color scheme, but with a renewed flare. A few sapphires perhaps?” he asked. He looked to see Rarity mumbling more about what alterations could be made to his current suit. He had to blink a few times before understanding what he was watching. “Miss Rarity?” he asked. Reaching out and waving a hoof in front of her, he attempted to gain her attention, but to no real avail. Looking around while she was trapped in her own little world, he took in her home. It was quaint and had a very well kept, warm, organized, and slightly chaotic nature to it. It was something every home should feel like. He looked back to the mare and noticed the necklace around her neck. It was a beautiful piece to be sure. A heart shaped, perfectly cut Fire Ruby encased in a golden band.
“Where did you get such a piece?” he asked. This seemed to snap her out finally as her head shot up to meet his gaze. She pressed a hoof to the ruby and gave a soft smile.

“A very dear and close friend gave this to me not too long ago,” she said remembering like it was just yesterday. Fancy took in the warm gaze she gave the gem as her hoof lightly stroked it.

“It's quite the piece. Perfectly cut and tempered I'd wager. I'm sure they care for you greatly,” he said. That statement however took any warmth out of Rarity's eyes. It was instead replaced with a sad sensation.

“He did, until I hurt him,” she said. The sudden change in her look caught Fancy's interest, but her new tone captured his attention.

“How could you hurt anypony?” he asked. Rarity tore her gaze away from the ruby to look fancy in the eye.

“Because, I broke his heart,” she said. The regal stallion was not shocked per say, but he was taken aback. He sensed that there was a story to be told, and sure enough after a few cups of tea he had gotten almost the full scope of Rarity and Spike's relationship to this point.

“So if I'm not mistaken; the young dragon Spike, has had feelings for you for quite some time. He never truly acted upon those feelings, but instead kept your best interests at heart. You met a stallion with whom you started a relationship with, but neglected to talk to the young drake ahead of time. He arrived a few days after you started seeing your coltfriend with resolve to confess his feelings, but he was too late. And you did not see him again for a few months until just a few nights ago. Does that sum it up?” Fancy asked.

“Yes. I only wish to apologize to him for what has happened,” she said. Fancy could understand this. Though the pairing of a dragon and mare was quite the interesting thought, he could honestly see why anypony or any dragon could fall for one such as Rarity. And from the sound of it, she had not taken his feelings too well into consideration from the sound of it.

“I see. So if I may ask, what are your feelings for this dragon?” he asked. Rarity thought for a moment. Trying to figure out the best way to word her affection for Spike.

“He is much like a faithful assistant and close friend of mine. I care for him as much as I do any of the girls,” she answered.

“But do you love him?” Fancy asked. His question more or less caught the seamstress off guard. She hesitated in her answer, her eyes shifting a bit as she searched for an answer, though it was now clear on her face.

“As a friend, yes I do love him with all my heart. But, as far as it would go romantically, I don't know if I could,” she said softly. There was a silence that filled the air as Fancy thought about what she had said. Gauging how the public would take this inter-species relationship, and their own well-being. In the upper class level, it would be frowned upon entirely. The two would be shamed and disgraced, insulted, and possibly flogged. The only way to avoid circumstances like that would be if one or both were of noble birth, than in the eyes of the public the union would be seen as harmonious. However, depending on the strength of their bond, not even Celestia herself could have torn them apart. And though apparent that she had some attachment to the dragon, it remained held back by her own thirst for acceptance in the upper class.

“I see. In all honesty Miss Rarity, you have to do as your heart dictates. It is not my place nor any other's to levy judgment on your decisions and choices,” he finally said. Though his answer neutral, Rarity still took it to heart.

“I want my friend back,” she said with a great deal of resolve. Fancy smiled, but cast a knowing glance her way. His face concealing the sorrow he felt for both of them for missing a chance to be together. Maybe love could surpass a species barrier. All manner of things were possible with work and determination.

“Excellent. Now, if we could get down to a bit of business,” he said pulling her back on track. Rarity blushed lightly and nodded. The two now talking about Fancy's new suit. The talks went on into the early evening. With measurements and notes taken down, Fancy was almost ready to leave.

“I must confess, there was another reason I wished to visit you today,” he said with his usual casual grin.

“Oh? And that would be?” she asked. He used his magic to levitate a small envelope from his inner jacket pocket and set it in front of the mare.

“A formal invitation to my beneficial in one week's time. I do hope you will come,” he said. For the second time today, Rarity's brain and eyes were moving on two different speeds. Her eyes screaming at her brain that she was being given an invitation to a social gathering. React properly dammit. Her brain once again suggested the action of babble like a school filly. Doing his best to contain his laughter he spoke again. “Yes, I would be deeply honored to have you come”. Rarity shook a few times to shake off the momentary brain laps and gave the gentlecolt a appreciative smile.

“Of Course I'll be there. Thank you so much Fancy Pants,” Rarity said softly. Her horn pulsed lightly with her own magical aura and took hold of the invitation. After a few short goodbyes, Fancy left the boutique. He inhaled the nice evening air as he made his way back to the train station. He once again gazed at the small town and admired its humble feel. So far away from the bustle and upper crust of Canterlot. This was a place he would surely enjoy calling home. He let out a soft sigh as he made it to the station. Flashing his ticket, he boarded with no real problems what so ever. Making his way to a private care that was reserved for his personal use, he looked out at the setting sun. it swayed low into the sky as it gave way to the night that followed. His horn lite up once more as he got situated in his car. Levitating his suit off of his body and hanging it up neatly in a near by closet. His trots became slow as exhaustion started to set in. his thoughts turned to his beloved Fleur for a while. Wondering just what that model of a mare was doing with herself as he attended his business in Ponyville. He didn’t dwell too long as he simply smiled.

“Perhaps we should vacation in Ponyville,” he said aloud. She would probably like that idea. The young mare was always over worked, she could use the rest somewhere tranquil. His thoughts drifted back to Rarity and her own trials she was currently facing. His thoughts on that matter did not waver however. She needed to understand what her missing friend truly means to her, or she will miss out on a love worth while. Or, somepony else will take it from her. Climbing onto his bed, Fancy removed his monocle and laid his head down on the plush pillow below. His eyes closed slowly as he entered Luna's dream-scape for the next few hours

Dreams

“So, what have we learned?” Twilight asked with a rather smug look on her face. Her head followed a stack of moving books as it made it's way across the library floor. Putting the books down, Spike let out a grunt and sigh as he shot his sister a dirty look.

“I'm not allowed to get dragon-napped ever again without expressed written consent from Twilight Sparkle and/or Princess Celestia so long as I continue to draw breath,” he groaned with a rather disdained tone of voice.

“Very good. Now you just have to say it convincingly so that I can actually believe you,” Twilight mused as she walked up to him. She giggled lightly as she levitated over a glass of water for her assistant. He knew she was only messing around, but the overflow of work was a bit much. Spike thought back to getting off at the train station.

After waking from a fit of restful sleep, Spike stretched his arms out and let out a long yawn. His serpentine tongue lulled out and tasted the air much like a snake would. It was a small habit he had acquired after his greed growth not too long ago, and seemed to stick for a while after. He didn't rightly mind it. It let him get a taste of the atmosphere, pun intended. He looked around as his eyes adjusted to sunlight once more, catching glimpses of the two sleeping mares across from him. Vinyl, was sprawled out all over her seat. Her blanket half covering her and the other half covering a portion of the floor. Her mouth hung open as she snored loudly, her shades covering her eyes as to block the sun as she woke. 'Clever,' Spike thought to himself. His gaze soon shifted over to the other mare. Octavia was much more neatly wrapped up in her blanket with her head poking out the top. Her eyes lightly shut and her mouth slightly agape as she breathed gently. Spike watched her as she slept, knowing almost full well that he was being creepy. His scales began to warm as his cheeks flushed. His hand lightly opened and closed, remembering the plush feeling of her fur against it. His eyes lingered on her muzzle, those plush lips that opened and closed gently with each breath. He felt himself swallow a rather large lump in his throat. His eyes trailed to her eyes which were still closed. He really wanted to see them, those beautiful mulberry pink eyes that seemed to capture his attention every time he saw them.

'Eeyup, I'm crushin' on her,' he thought to himself as he managed to tear his gaze away from the sleeping beauty. He looked out the window as the familiar landscape of Sweet Apple Acres. He tried to take his mind off Octavia, but Celestia knows it was tough. He really couldn't help it since Luna had decided to almost blab about his dream. He took another glance over at her and let out a soft sigh. Removing his blanket from him, he hopped down and folded it up as neatly as best he could before heading off to find some parchment and a quill. Acquiring both, the set about writing Twilight a quick letter letting her know he was almost home and would be back at the library as soon as he could. Taking a breath and shooting a small flame at it, he magicked it away and simply waited for a response. Returning to his car, he saw Octavia begin to stir. Her eyes slowly began to flutter open as she rose to her forehooves. Rubbing her eyes gently, she started shaking off the hold of sleep. Sitting on her haunches she stretched her front hooves above her head and groaned lightly at the needed pain of loosening her body. With that small morning ritual taken care of, her eyes glanced over to the amethyst drake that was steadily walking back into view.

“Good morning Spike,” she said softly. She had a small smile on her face as she addressed him. Spike caught this smile and tried rather hard to suppress a blush before he answered.

“Morning Octavia,” Spike responded with a shy smile. The cellist looked at him as she slowly felt her body begin to function correctly again. His shy smile was quite cute on him. Octavia kept her smile as she looked at him, noting how his eyes shifted back to her and then away from her every so often. Her ears perked when she heard a very loud snore come from her right. Turning her gaze to Vinyl, she shook her head as her smile changed to one of knowing.

“Vinyl never could sleep properly,” she mused to herself. She glanced back over to Spike, who was now getting situated in his seat. After fully adjusting himself, he looked back to Octavia with a smile.

“We're almost at the train station for Ponyville,” he said taking a quick glance outside. Octavia's line of sight followed his as they watched Sweet Apple Acres roll by them. “This was nice,” he said. This caught Octavia's attention and caused her to turn her head back towards the drake. He had a very content look on his face. He looked back to her with that smile on his face. It was a content smile that just seemed to capture her attention. He looked so happy, and it seemed like he was happy just being near her. Her thoughts derailed as the loud train whistle ripped through the sky and shattered the peaceful quiet of the world around it. The sound slapped Vinyl in the face and forced her to wake with a start. Panicked and confused she flailed aimlessly till she fell from her seat in a heap of blanket and limbs. Octavia tried to hold in her laughter, if only for her sake. Spike was not so forgiving. He let his laughter flow like a river. He had bent forward as he continued to laugh loudly as Vinyl tried desperately trying to get herself free from the blanket.

“Little help here guys!” she shouted as she struggled. Spike slowly caught his breath as he walked towards her still chuckling.

“Hello, you have magic. Why not use it?” he retorted. To which Vinyl stopped struggling. The blanket became shrouded in her magical grip as it levitated up with her still inside it. Eventually, gravity took hold and deposited Vinyl firmly on the ground. She rubbed her flank and groaned loudly and rubbed her flank. “Son of a horse that hurts,” she complained. She shot a glare at Spike, who was still stifling his laughter. “Thanks for the help ya little whelp,” she spat. Spike smirked and finally stopped laughing.

“You're welcome,” he said with a bright smile which only seemed to irritate the D.J further. Octavia simply laughed at the two once more. They felt the train lurch forward, causing Octavia to lose her footing and bump into the dragon next to her. He reacted rather quickly. Planting his feet, he braced for the addition of the mare to his balance. He leaned into her as to keep her on her hooves and looked up at her once the train car had righted itself. Their eyes met and maintained a gaze for a few moments. Spike could see a faint blush appearing on Octavia's muzzle. She backed off of him and gave a quick word of thanks before clearing her throat.

“Well, shall we disembark?” she asked. Vinyl, who was out of Spike's range of sight, gave the gray mare a knowing sly smile. Octavia furred her brow and looked away still blushing.

“Yeah, lets get out of here,” Vinyl said standing up. She dusted herself off and started to walk between Spike and Octavia. Spike shook his trance off and followed after the unicorn. For a moment, Octavia's expression shifted from annoyance to a distant gaze as she looked at Spike. Smiling softly to herself, she followed after them. The three hopped out of their car and each did a slight stretch to simply get loose.

“Ahhhh, home sweet home. Good to be back in Ponyville,” Vinyl said as she looked over the train station. Spike walked up next to her and just shot her a sideways glance.

“It's only been a few days, why would you mi-” Spike's sentence was cut short as he felt a massive pressure. His eyes widened as he felt a creeping sensation start crawling up his body, slowly encasing him in a familiar sense of dread and worry. His gaze shifted, as he now was completely enclosed in a shimmering lavender aura. At the stairway of the station, stood his sister. She had a smile on her face, but not the kind of smile that denoted affection. This smile felt menacing.

“Welcome home Spike,” she said. She approached him and levitated him into the air and out of her way. “Good morning ladies. It was very nice of you to make sure that Spike was safe during his time away,” she said addressing the two mares. Vinyl and Octavia looked at each other nervously. This was a mare not to be messed with.

“It was no trouble. Spike was very well mannered and helped us get lodging at the palace,” Octavia said. Her eyes shifted back and forth and then back to Twilight, who kept her smile. Twilight simply shifted her head to the side and kept her smile.

“That is very good. Well, I do believe Spike has some choirs to do,” she said. Her head leaned towards the drake and her eyes slanted as she grinned. Spike felt his blood run cold and felt his body shake a little. “Come along Spike, you've got work to do,” she said with a grin. She placed the dragon on the ground, but did not release him from her magical hold. As she began to walk, Spike looked at his body inspecting the aura. It wasn't till Twilight was a good 10 feet away did he feel himself being dragged along the ground on his feet. He looked down to see the small dust trail kicking up from his unmoved feet and let out an annoyed sigh.

“See you guys after I clean the library...3 times over,” he said in a defeated sigh. Octavia and Vinyl simply waved nervously as they watched their dragon compatriot get dragged back to his home. Along the way, Twilight simply went over the ins and outs of why he was in trouble, what he could have done to prevent it from happening, and what steps will be taken to prevent it from happening again. Though all Spike heard was; Blah blah blah I haven't eaten a home cooked meal in days and the library looks like Cerberus lost it's favorite chew toy and tore the place up looking for it. He let out another sigh and started to think of Octavia again, which caused a very pleasant feeling to wash over him. Once they had arrived at the library, Spike was released and got to work almost immediately.

That was three days prior to this current conversation. It took 2 days of nothing but shelving and reorganizing to even get the library into a decent state. And that was not including stopping to cook meals and handle business. Spike leaned against his broom, having swept for what felt like the hundredth time over the past 48 hours. He looked over at Twilight, who had a small smile on her face as she read a book. He smiled simply and shook his head.

“So helpless,” he said to no one in particular. As he set about sweeping once more, the series of knocks rang through the room. He looked to the door and wondered who in the wide world of Equestria could be knocking right now. Setting the broom against a nearby wall, he walked over to the door with slight urgency as the knocks came again. He opened the door to see a dirt brown stallion wearing a cap and uniform. On his shirt were the initials U.E.S.

“Spike Sparkle?” the stallion asked. Spike could only cock an eyebrow and nod. “Got a delivery for ya, sign here,” he said. From under his hat his horn began to radiate with a teal aura that opened his messenger bag. Spike was soon presented with a quill and clipboard with a line for a signature. Shrugging, he signed his name and handed it back. With the form signed, the stallion looked to the side and jerked his head. Both he and Spike moved out of the way as two more stallions walked in. these two earth stallions carried a piano carefully and set it along one of the more vacant walls.

“What's this about?” he asked the main stallion.

“Special delivery curtsy of the Royal Pony Sisters. Said it was a thank you for 'making the night more wondrous',” he said quoting Luna. Spike's eyes lit up happily as he looked at the Piano again. It was brand new. Its wooden frame highly polished black oak. It glistened lightly in what natural light filled the room. “Have a good day Mr. Sparkle,” the stallion said as the other two walked out with him. Spike approached the instrument and gently ran his claw over it. His excitement only grew as he lifted the key covering and gazed on the fresh ebony and ivories that he would soon be pressing. He looked to Twilight, who was still somehow fully engrossed in her book. He questioned her ability to focus on a singular thing, but decided it was not important right now. Looking back to the piano, he grabbed a stool from the kitchen and set himself down. Giving each key an experimental press. The sounds were nice and crisp to his ears as he slowly started pressing them more and more. Soon he was in full rhythm. His music relaxing and soft now that he had done his experiments. Twilight's head lifted slowly and her eyes were brought to the playing drake.

“When did that get here?” she asked, clearly oblivious to all that had happened. Spike simply shot her an odd look and rolled his eyes afterward.

“Like, a minute ago,” he said rather amused at her. Twilight approached and glanced over the piano. Her eyes soon locked on a plaque made of gold with a few amethyst stones around it. The engraving said simply “to my son, Spike Draco-Solaris”. Twilight smiled and then looked to the playing drake. Who was slowly ending his test session. As the last key sounded, he sat back on his seat and smiled from fin to fin.

“Feel better?” she asked with a light laugh.

“You have no idea,” he said riding out this small bit of euphoria. He looked to his sister and they both shared a smile with each other. The happy moment was soon ended by another set of knocking on the door. Spike was about to get up to answer it, but Twilight stopped him with a gentle hoof.

“I'll get it. You keep playing,” she said smiling at him. He smiled gently and nodded and went back to playing. Twilight looked back at him before opening the door.

“Hello Twilight,” a very recognizable voice said cutting through Spike's good mood. His claws landed ungracefully on the keys in a dis-harmonic fashion as his head snapped to the door. In the door way stood Rarity, wearing a sun hat, scarf, and sunglasses. She had a smile on her muzzle as she addressed Twilight. “I was just in the area and I wanted to see i-” she started. Her eyes peered into the library and caught sight of the amethyst dragon at the piano. He had put his back to the door as if he were concentrating. Pressing her way past Twilight, Rarity approached Spike and gently placed a hoof on his shoulder. She felt him shudder under her touch, making her retract the hoof. “Spike,” she called gently.

“Hello Rarity,” he said keeping his face away from her. His response wasn't exactly what Rarity wanted, but at least he greeted her. She cleared her throat and gathered up her resolve.

“Spikey, I wanted to apologize to you,” she said simply. She saw his body shift at her words. She took it as he was listening and began. “I know what Thunderlane said was quite uncalled for and rude. He couldn't fully understand what you and your friends had created. So I want to apologize for his hurtful words and for dragging my name along with him. I found your music simply divine Spikey Wikey. You are truly a wonderful talent that I would love to call friend again,” she spoke. Twilight watched the exchange with great attention. Ready to step in should Spike need it. Spike turned in his chair and looked into Rarity's eyes. For a second he looked as if he was in thought and looked away from her for only a few moments. He looked back up to her and had a smile on his face.

“Apology accepted,” he said. Rarity's face lit up and she wrapped her hooves around him. Snatching him up into an overjoyed embrace. She squeezed him tightly and nuzzled his cheek. Twilight watched with a small smile on her muzzle, but soon noticed something that Spike would usually do when anypony hugged him like that. He hadn't wrapped his arms around her neck in the slightest. He still had his smile, but his affection was almost entirely gone for the mare.

”if she wants her 'Spikey Wikey' back, guess she will have to earn it,” Twilight thought to herself. Rarity finally set the drake down on the ground.

“Spikey, I was actually wondering if you'd help me with a project,” she asked innocently. Spike simply rolled his eyes.

“Ok, but only if you can make me a suit,” he said crossing his arms. Rarity looked confused. “My friend Octavia and I have been invited to play music at a beneficial that's taking place some time next week. And I kinda need a new suit,” he said explaining himself.

“Oh my. It's not the same beneficial that Fancy Pants is holding is it?” Rarity asked. This time it was Spike's turn to look at her with a confused stare.

“Yeah, that's the one. How did you-”

“Fancy Pants just invited me a few days ago. He also requested I craft him a new suit,” Rarity explained.

“Huh, imagine that,” Spike said with a small sense of wonder. “So do we have a deal?” he asked. He extended his claw for her to shake and bore a smile. Rarity giggled at the gesture and placed her hoof on his claw.

“Deal,” she said. The two shook and laughed lightly. Twilight smiled and stepped forward.

“Well if you're gonna get that suit and be ready by next week, you better get going. You've cleaned enough Spike,” Twilight said. With a simple nod, Spike followed Rarity out and walked the familiar path towards the boutique. Along the way, Spike glanced to his side and saw Octavia walking towards Sugarcube Corner. His face lit up a little more and flagged her down.

“Octavia!!” he called out and ran up to her. Octavia stopped and turned in her tracks to see Spike approaching her. She smiled happily and trotted towards him.

“It seems you finally got off your punishment,” she said playfully. Spike rolled his eyes and went along with her musings.

“Jeez, don't remind me. Where ya headin' to today?” he asked. Octavia looked back towards the corner with a smile.

“I'm just meeting up with Vinyl for a quick snack at Sugarcube Corner. Would you like to join us?” she asked. Spike smiled even brighter at the prospect of seeing and hanging out with both mares again, but he sighed and shook his head no.

“I can't today, I was asked to help Rarity with a project,” he said. Octavia gave him an odd look coupled with a cocked eyebrow. He put his hands up and smiled. “It's ok. We are on good terms and she is going to make me a new suit for our performance next week,” he explained. Octavia breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled.

“Alright, so long as you are alright with the arrangement,” she said. Spike nodded and the two exchanged goodbyes. Heading back to Rarity, who lightly berated him for leaving a lady waiting, Octavia watched as he smiled with her and continued their original path. Her eyes continued to follow them until somepony bumped her flank and pulled her back to Equestria.

“Helloooooooooo~ Equestria to Octavia~ anypony home?” Vinyl called obnoxiously in Octavia's ear. This action caused her to get swatted at by the rather miffed cellist.

“Yes, Vinyl, I'm here. Wait, what's with the sack?” she asked now getting a look at her roommate. A rare sight indeed was Vinyl actually wearing saddle bags. She didn't normally do this unless the need ever arose, and it seldom ever did.

“Oh yeah, these. We we kinda just got our royalties from the Luv Sic E.P,” she said levitating 3 bags full of bits, “Its about 2000 even between the three of us,” she said setting one sack down in front of Octavia, who's face contorted into one of total surprise.

“6000 bits? How many copies did Neon sell?” Octavia asked rather dumbly. To better answer her question, Vinyl levitated a letter she had received along with the bits.

“-cough- 'Dear Vinyl, Octavia, and Spike: as you can see from this bag of loot that must have just been dropped off at your house, the sales of your E.P entitled Luv Sic has been pretty much a best seller. We've sold over 400,000 units in the past few days to various music stores, clubs, and other places. Its been going over great with the jazz and hip hop scene and I feel like there needs to be a bit more to hook in some of the other musical tastes. As a bonus, I did manage to squeeze in the Moonlit Sonata track on and that got great reviews from the classical crowd. Anyway, here are your royalties and an additional copy that Spike requested for his listening pleasure. My advice, you three make a complete album and simply watch as the bits roll in. Neon out',” Vinyl read. She levitated the letter back into her bag. “So, that's your bag o' bits. I got mine, wanna go drop off Scale Head's?” she asked. Octavia was about to reply with a steady yes, but then remembered Spike was otherwise preoccupied.

“He seems to be helping his 'friend' Rarity for today in exchange for making him a new suit,” Octavia said. Vinyl, ever so subtle that she is, decided to address the issue as she so saw it.

“You don't like Rarity do you?” she asked bluntly. Octavia sighed. Noticing they were still just standing in the middle of the street, she motioned for Vinyl to take her sack of bits back and the two started to walk in the opposite direction they were suppose to go.

“It's not that I don't like her. I mean I hardly even know the mare. She just...I don't really know how to describe it...” Octavia tried but couldn't really vocalize what she meant

“She seems to be manipulating his friendship to better serve herself and her goals without really giving much consideration to how he feels or has felt in the past and it pisses you off,” Vinyl said bluntly and accurately. Octavia simply stared at Vinyl who just kept walking forward. With one last look towards the shadowy outlines of the drake and mare, Octavia finally turned her attention towards Sugarcube Corner and followed after Vinyl. The trip to the corner was quick, aside from the pink missile that hit Vinyl upon touching the front door. The mares got a collective one eclair, 3 double chocolate donuts, and a cup of hot chocolate. Laughs were shared between Vinyl and Pinkie as they started planning music for Pinkie's next party. Octavia smiled at the two as they planned out their next big collaboration. The walk back home was relatively quiet, except for some light conversation. The two mares now had with them, a 3 double chocolate donuts, an eclair, and one cup of pipping hot hot chocolate. They returned to their home soundly just as the sun started to drift towards the horizon line. Octavia gave one last look towards the dirt path that she had seen Spike and Rarity take earlier. Vinyl, having unlocked the door, looked back at Octavia and smiled.

“You got that concerned look. Spike is gonna be fine Tavi,” she said reassuringly. Octavia, blushed as she was pulled from her stare and turned back towards the house. She huffed lightly and trotted in past her roommate and tried to play off her concern.

“And just what make you think that I am overly concerned about Spike?” Octavia asked trying not to seem too obvious about it. Vinyl just shook her head lightly and used her magic to put the bag of pastries on the coffee table before answering.

“Well, that look you had is the same one you usually gave me when I would go out on a gig. Or when I had to go to Canterlot for longer than a few days,”Vinyl pointed out. Octavia stopped in mid trot and blushed hard. Was she really that easy to read? She looked over to Vinyl, who was preparing the food. It was at that point, a thought slipped into Octavia's head.

“Vinyl, why haven't you looked for another relationship?” Octavia asked. This got Vinyl's attention. She cast a slightly confused look towards the cellist before actually thinking about why. True enough, she enjoyed going out, meeting new ponies, having a drink every so often, but Octavia was right. She had not pursued a new relationship since the two had broken up. She looked up at Octavia and saw the same eyes that had stolen her heart quite some time ago. The same eyes that had entranced a certain drake not too long ago. Vinyl came to a conclusion, and the thought just made her smile.

“I guess it's because I want to make sure you are well off before I try again,” she said with a simple shrug. This was not the answer Octavia had readily expected. She would have at the least thought it was because no pony was as eccentric or outgoing as she was to keep up. But to say she was waiting for Octavia, just felt so wrong to the cellist.

“But why? Why wait for me to move forward?” she asked again. This time Vinyl knew the answer with no real sense of conflicting. She approached her friend and gently placed a hoof on her shoulder.

“Because I love you, and I just wanna see you happy Tavi,” she said with a smile. Octavia felt her world begin to shift. After all this time, Vinyl still loved her. Vinyl's smile switched swiftly to one of concern as she examined Octavia's face. “Tavi, what's wrong?” she asked with a sense of concern. Octavia blinked and felt her muzzle grow a little wet. Touching her cheek with her hoof, she felt the fresh tear stain that had just dampened her muzzle. She looked back to Vinyl, her eyes now a strong mixture of confusion and regret. Octavia couldn't readily take much more. Her new feelings for Spike, her old feelings for Vinyl, the two now clashed in her mind as she slumped down and started to cry gently. Simply muttering the words “I'm sorry” over and over again. Vinyl was right there, holding her best friend gently. Giving her reassuring strokes on the back while constantly telling her it was simply not her fault. Octavia remained in Vinyl's hold as the sun soon dipped further down the sky.

As the sun soon began to reach the final part of it's downward ark, the two travelers had begun to make their way back. Rarity, who still looked just as pristine and proper as she had before they began their excavation, and Spike, who was covered in dirt, dust, grime, much, and at least 3 layers of sweat. He was also the one pulling the cart now full to the brim with gems. Spike pulled and grunted hard against load that easily outweighed him. Thank the Solar Goddess he didn't have to wait long before dropping the load off at the boutique.

“Well, we certainly got quite the haul today, didn't we Spikey?” Rarity asked examining the rather large hoard in front of her. Spike simply nodded and puffed out a few breaths before taking a seat near by.

“Yeah, it was a heck of a trip,” he said between pants. “Mind if I go wash off? I smell like a Diamond Dog,” he said motioning for the hose outside.

“Certainly you can darling. Just be sure to clean up thoroughly so I can take your measurements for your new suit,” she said as she began to sort through the massive pile. With Rarity now busy with sorting, Spike took this small reprieve to simply cool his scales. After propping the hose up to an ideal degree, he turned the faucet and let the water begin to rush around his body. It was cold at first, but once his head was doused in the cool water it became bearable really quickly. Using a brush he had been given from the times he had done this kind of work before, he started to scrub down as best he could. All he really wanted to do right this second was head home and play his new piano. Though looking into the newly darkened evening sky, he simply assumed that it be way to late to try his claws at it for the evening. If anything he could just write music if he could. Maybe get that other song he had been thinking of down on paper.

“Spike? Are you all set? I can take your measurements now,” Rarity called from her work room.

“Ok, I'm coming,” he called back. He proceeded to close the water valve and dry himself off with a few quick bursts of flames. Hurrying inside, he soon made his way to the work room. Rarity, as prepared as ever, had several fabrics on display for him to choose from and an assortment of accenting gems to coincide with each fabric choice.

“Ah you arrived rather quickly. Enjoy your light shower?” Rarity asked smiling at the drake as he entered the room.

“Sure did. Nice and cold to really help get the scales to sparkle,” he said showing off his glistening scales. Rarity giggled at his anticks and approached him.

“Now than Spikey, if you would hold still, I just have to get a few measurements down,” she said. Holding his arms out, Spike waited for her to begin. It was no real surprise that she got as close as pony possible to take down these numbers. Eying each and every line on the tape with such scrutiny to get the exact number. Spike couldn't help but laugh every time she pressed hard into him. His reaction got a smile out of Rarity.

“So, I heard that you were working with Neon Lights,” Rarity said looking up at the dragon. Spike simply shrugged at the comment.

“Yeah, it was fun,” he said. He looked up in thought for a few seconds before continuing. “Well, aside from being put in that room by myself for a half hour,” he mused aloud. This earned a shocked gasp from Rarity.

“My word! What ever would cause him to do such a thing to you?” she asked both startled and intrigued by this new information. Spike just laughed looking back at the experience.

“It was to see if I had any other musical talents. Turns out I can play the drums pretty good,” he said. This earned him a smile from Rarity.

“Well, just so long as you had a good time. I have your measurements darling, you're all set,” she said with a grin. Spike proceeded to hop down from the platform and watched as she pulled a few choice bolts of fabric from her collection. With a noticeable yawn, Spike started to rub his eyes gently. He had been up way too long, and this dragon needs his sleep.

“Are we all set for today Rarity? I was thinkin' of heading home now,” he said pointing his thumb to the exit. Rarity looked at him for a moment. The Spike she knew would always want to stay till it was almost curfew.

“I suppose we are all set for today. Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” she asked. Spike thought about for a few moments.

“Maybe, I was gonna ask Octavia if she wanted to work on a set of songs we could preform at the beneficial tomorrow. If I’m free, than I'll swing by ok?” he asked. Rarity was slightly taken aback by the question. If he was free? He was always free when it came to her. Her thoughts were soon derailed when Spike was continuously using her name. “Rarity? You ok?” he asked looking concerned. She shook her head lightly to try and get rid of those thoughts.

“Yes, I'm fine Spikey Wikey. We should be all set for today, you should head on home now,” she said with a gentle smile. With that, Spike gave her a light hug, which she returned immediately before he departed. As Rarity watched him walk away, she still felt a slight bit put down. Apologizing was not gonna be enough to reclaim her Spikey Wikey. It was going to take time and effort on her part, and patience. She sighed gently and closed her door, getting back to work on his and Fancy's suits.

The walk home was relaxing. Spike hadn't been outside the library at this time of evening in days. He enjoyed looking at the lit up homes of his friends. It gave the town an even more friendly glow as the moon began to rise. He inhaled gently and took a glance to the side, noting the home of Pinkie pie. He laughed lightly seeing as he hadn't seen her or any of the others since he got back into town. He glanced to the other side of the street and was forced to stop. It was Vinyl and Octavia's house. He felt his heart thump a little harder in his chest. Should he go see if they're home? It had been a while since he saw Vinyl.

“Why not,” he said gently. With his choice made, he changed course and walked towards their home. He stepped up to the door and knocked. Inside, Vinyl was still up, having sent Octavia to bed after her crying fit. Her ears twitched lightly and looked towards the door. Putting the doughnut she was eating down, she trotted over to the door. The last thing she expected to see just happened to be at the door. Her eyes stared at the dragon for a few moments, effectively making the dragon feel uncomfortable.

“Umm, hey Vinyl...” he said nervously. He started to fidget a bit looking up at her and her still just staring at him. “I uhh, was just swingin' by to see how you and Octavia were doing,” he said now looking back and forth a little nervously. As he was looking away, Vinyl just smiled happily.

“Well Scale Head, it's been a while,” she said snatching him up and giving him a noogie. Spike, surprised and happy, started struggling to get out of her grip. The two laughed hardily and Spike got loose. The two laughed a little more. “So what brings you around here?” she asked.

“Not much. Was walking home and thought I would swing by and see how you guys were doing,” he said with a grin.

“Well, Tavi is asleep right now and I'm working on a project, wanna check it out?” she asked. Spike seemed to light up a bit.

“Sure thing!” he said following her in. Vinyl lead him to the stairs and up into her room/ studio. He looked around. It was a little messy, what with empty soda cans and bags of chips and other things. But her studio area was clean and organized. He looked over at her bed and took a seat on it. Vinyl used her magic to close the door and activate a sound proofing spell around her room before she got started.

“Alright, so this is just in the prototype stages, so just let me know what you think ok?” she asked. Spike nodded, and she started the mix. It started off low with several synth rifts slowly growing louder. The music started to build more and more until somepony screamed “Oh my Celestia!”, causing the beat to drop and the music ramp up in volume. Spike listened almost critically. The song was great, and he could feel himself dancing to it. His body started to move almost on instinct. The rifts now making his head bob up and down to them. The track ended rather suddenly, and Vinyl looked to Spike. “So what do you think?” she asked.

“That was really cool,” Spike said giving her a thumbs up. “Is that what you are gonna play with Neon next week?” he asked. Vinyl smirked and leaned on her turntable.

“Hay yeah I am,” she said confidently. “But It's not done yet, got any suggestions?” she asked. Spike could only shrug at this one.

“Your the Dub-trot expert here. I only stick to classical instruments,” he quipped. Vinyl smirked at him knowingly.

“Oh so that's why you like Tavi?” she asked. Spike's face turned deep red and he sat up straighter than before.

“What are you talking about!?” he asked startled. Vinyl just walked over and sat next to him.

“Dude, it's obvious on your face that you are crushin' on her hard core,” Vinyl said. Spike kinda withdrew on himself. He felt embarrassed for being noticed so quickly. Vinyl pulled him into a tight embrace. “Ain't no shame in it Spike. I can totally sympathize with you for liking her,” Vinyl squeezing him. This pulled Spike from his embarrassment and caused him to look up at her.

“You can? How?” he asked.

“Well, couple years back, she was my mare friend,” Vinyl said with a smile. Spike's jaw dropped at this news.

“You mean you?” he asked. She nodded. “And she?” he asked. Again she nodded. Spike hunched over in thought now. He hadn't expected this one. Did this mean he didn't stand a chance now? Should he give up on this crush and just go down this road alone? As he thought, he felt a hoof smack across the back of his head. His claws instantly shot to the bruised spot and applied some pressure. He glared at Vinyl who just smiled her cheeky grin that she always had.

“Relax Scale Head, she swings both ways. It just depends on the pony,” Vinyl explained. Inwardly, Spike breathed a sigh of relief. That was one crisis averted.

“So why did you guys break up?” Spike asked. Vinyl sighed gently and eased off of him. She got a rather distant look in her eye as she explained.

“It was my fault entirely. Wish I could say it was both our faults, but nah. I gotta own up to this one. I was wrapped up in my carrier the later half of our relationship. Going to gigs, workin' the studio, late nights comin' up with mixes. I didn't make time for her or the things that were important to her,” Vinyl explained. “The night she broke up with me, I was at the studio with Neon. We were working on a new mix, and she called me on a prototype phone I gotten. I tried to explain to her that I was working hard on these tracks, but she couldn't take it anymore. I had missed so much with her, that I don't think I'll ever get another chance to fix things,” she took a breath and then glanced at Spike. “If you really do care about her, than I say go after her and don't wait. She needs somepony like you,” she said rubbing his head. Spike blushed and just nodded. He thought about it for a few moments.

“I'll ask her when we are in Canterlot next week,” he said with a bit of resolve in his voice.

“That a boy,” Vinyl said patting him on the back. Though she was smiling, Spike could just somehow sense that she was still holding something back. “It's pretty late, I'm sure Twilight wants you back home soon,” Vinyl said. Spike sighed and groaned lightly.

“Yeah, I know,” he said looking none too pleased to going back. The two hopped off of Vinyl's bed and made their way to the door.

“Oh yeah, before I forget,” She said looking towards her saddle bag. Her magic opened it up and pulled forth his bag of bits and the record. “Royalties for the E.P and your own copy. Courtesy of Neon,” she said with a grin. Spike looked at the bag of bits wide eyed and then back at her.

“You mean this is all mine?” he asked.

“Well duh. Me and Tavi already got our shares. It's only fair you get yours Scale Head,” she said with a smile. Tentatively, Spike took the bag of bits and the record.

“Thanks Vinyl,” he said looking up at her.

“Hey, no sweat,” Vinyl said. She smiled at him and rubbed his head. To her surprise, Spike wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. She looked down at him for a few moments before returning the embrace with fervor. With a few words of goodnight, Spike began his trek home. “HEY SCALES!!” Vinyl shouted. Stopping, and looking back, Spike gave the D.J his full attention. “This week, me and Pinkie are doin' a thing. You wanna play? You know, keep your skills up?” she asked. Spike thought about it. His mind recalled one of the first conversations he had had with Octavia. About how he wanted to make Dub Trot that she would like. The idea was starting to form and take shape. Vinyl noticed the thoughtful look on his face and smirked knowingly. She loved it when he got that look. That look meant that something awesome was gonna come of it.

“Heck yeah! Count on me!” he said giving her a confident smile and thumbs up. Vinyl laughed from her door and waved him good bye. Closing the door, she gazed into her home. She took a deep and let out a light sigh.

“No wonder Tavi fell for that guy,” she said lightly. She smiled gently to herself. She was starting to admit that Spike was even more of a catch than she originally thought. And now with the added little tid bit of him being a Prince, she could see his appeal skyrocket. Though to her, he'd always be the little dragon she saw around Canterlot with the musical talent. She looked into the distance as she began climbing the stairs to her room. She looked at Octavia's door for a moment. She placed her hoof on the door and gently ran it down the wood. She felt a flood of soothing memories was over her. She felt a smile pull at the corners of her mouth, just as a tear slip down her cheek.

“Man, I really did screw up huh?” she said gently. She felt something creeping up her spine. A feeling she had long sense locked away, hoping that it would never resurface. Loneliness and sorrow. The cruelest of mistresses, were now starting to take hold of Vinyl once more. She let out another sigh as she walked back to her own room. Sleep did not come easy for Vinyl. She constantly tossed and turned, searching in vain for that one sweet spot on the plush mattress. With a few loud grunts, and switching the pillow over to the cool side, she eventually found her groove and slipped into sleep.

Vinyl groaned loudly as she heard an alarm clock go off near her. Her head raised from the pillow it rested on as she glared at the alarm clock with great disgust.

“Who the hay sets an alarm on vacation?” she groaned out rather loudly. This caused a stir next to her. The covers moved back and forth as another form rose from the bed. Spike groaned out loudly and let out a loud yawn as he began to fully wake.

“Come on Vi, you know today is important,” he said. Vinyl looked him over. He was taller than she remembered. At least as tall as her standing on his back legs. His chubby belly was now lean and trim, scales hiding and protecting hardened dragon muscle. His snout was also longer, but not by much. As he stretched, a pair of purple wings unfurled behind him. They looked strong, their inner membrane colored the same shade of green as his spikes along his head and back. He looked over to her and smiled sweetly before planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. “You know its Tavi's big day,” he said. As if remembering in that instant, Vinyl's eyes widened and then relaxed.

“Duh, how could I forget that she was playing for the princesses today. Thanks for remindin' me Scale Head,” she said. She affectionately nuzzled his neck and he seemed to return the favor in kind. They stayed in bed for a few more minutes until they heard somepony clear their throat in the door way. Looking over, they saw Octavia, she had a somewhat displeased look on her face.

“I can not believe you two,” she said. Her eyes narrowing to a semi glare. The two bed occupants looked at each other and then back to the cellist. “Having snuggle time without me? That's just not fair,” she said. Her face instantly brightened as she trotted over and jumped onto the bed. Vinyl and Spike caught her, but the three fell to the bed in a sea of laughter. They all looked at each other, and with smiles and careful coordination, kissed each others cheek in a fluid fashion.

“I love you girls,” Spike said softly. Octavia and Vinyl both blushed at his gentle words of affection and could not contain their grins.

“We love you too,” they said in unison. Octavia turned to Vinyl, which caught the unicorn a little off guard.

“I love you Vinyl,” she said with a happy grin. Vinyl's blush only grew more intense. Its bright red color plain as day against her white fur.

“I love you too Octavia,” she said blushing with a goofy smile. “I never stopped loving you,” she said looking into Octavia's eyes.

“I know Vinyl,” Octavia said gently placing a hoof on Vinyl's cheek. The two smiled at each other before coming together in a gentle embrace. Spike simply smiled watching them as they shared a tender moment. A moment he played a small part in making a reality. As the embrace ended, the visions of Spike and Octavia began to flicker and blur gently. Vinyl looked to the two of them. Her head snapping back and forth as their bodies remained in this wayward state.

“Good tidings, Miss. Vinyl Scratch,” a new voice called out. Vinyl's head wiped around to see the lunar goddess slowly walk up to her. “What a wonderful dream you are having,” she said gently with a small smile. Vinyl looked back to the wisp like creatures that now resembled Spike and Octavia. Her eyes lightly watered.

“I get it...this is just a dream,” she said lowering her head. Her body lightly trembled as a few wayward tears leaked from her eyes. She felt a gently hoof be placed upon her shoulder, calling her attention to the princess.

“Take solace Miss. Vinyl. Your dream may yet come to fruition,” Luna said soothingly. Vinyl wiped her tears with her forehoof and looked gave the princess more of her attention.

“What are you talkin' about? Tavi and Spike would never agree to something like this. The loud and annoying D.J Pon3, in a loving and caring relationship with a pony and dragon she has gotten to love? That's a laugh,” she said. She had a fake smile on her face as she looked at the wisps once more. It made her heart ache thinking that the three could live together happily. It was such a pipe dream.

“And who is to say wither this is not to come to pass?” Luna asked. This caught Vinyl off guard only for a moment. “We have visited many a dream of ponies over the years we were entrusted with the nocturnal realm. We have seen potential love, and we have seen love lost. But of one thing we are certain. Fragmented hearts such as thyn and thy friends, can fill the gaps and allow love to flourish. Wither it be just two, or even three,” Luna said. She directed Vinyl's gaze back to Octavia and Spike. They were still smiling at her. Their gazes inviting as they waited for her return. Vinyl wiped her muzzle once more to rid herself of anymore tears. She looked back to Luna.

“Could the three of us really learn to love like that?” she asked gesturing to the two. Luna simply smiled and looked Vinyl in the eyes.

“We believe, thyn already has,” she said. And with that, Luna vanished from Vinyl's sight. Leaving her with Spike and Octavia.

“Yeah. I guess we do,” Vinyl said as she approached the two once more.

Vinyl smiled gently in her sleep. Her body quelled from its former restlessness, and her sorrow and loneliness now a distant memory. In their place was hope. Hope that her dream of being at Octavia's side with Spike would come to be. And the will to make it so

Author's Note

I do apologize for the lateness of this chapter. i hit a hard writers block, as well as having a financial crisis for a few weeks. but anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter and the music. Stay chill everypony

Classical Dubtrot at the Party

It was late into the night in Ponyville. Most of the town was ether asleep, or working the graveyard hours. A single light was a glow near the center of town, flicking gently in the cool night air that flowed past the open window. This light was nestled comfortably in the lower window of the town library. Upon first glance, anypony would assume it was Twilight burning the midnight oil with one of her many projects from the Princess. But if you payed close attention to the gentle hums on the wind, you could make out the second resident. Yes, Spike was up. A quill in one claw, and a sapphire in the other. In front of him sat blank piece of sheet music that he was gradually filling in with notes of all kinds. He had no real clue as to what sparked this fit of inspiration. Maybe it was in talking with Vinyl about Octavia, or his new found excitement to preform again much sooner than expected. Regardless the reason, he was up and working on something good. As more and more of the page began to fill up with small markings, he gained a creeping urge to test out each note. Sadly, with Twilight asleep, it would have to wait till morning or afternoon depending. He organized the pages in front of him and looked over what he had wrote down. If he was reading this right, than this was looking more and more like an apology song.

“Wait, that can't be right,” he said out loud. He leaned back slightly and examined the piece of work. Trying to recall the feelings he had when he had put the down on paper. It came gradually. Year after year of struggling with what he was, and possibly what he couldn't have. The fundamental and obvious truth that he had buried for months now. His features became downcast. He let out a held breath and gained a defeated smile. “Oh yeah...That's right,” he said softly. His truth once again made itself known. He was a dragon. And now that the obvious had been stated, he slowly started to realize that even if he wanted to pursue a relationship, even if he wanted romance and love, it was never going to happen with a pony. No pony would love a dragon. Or could they? Spike looked at the ceiling in thought. Sure, things were a bust with Rarity. That much was as clear as daylight, but with Octavia. That remained about as clear as mud. Could she love him, even with the species difference? He certainly felt something for her.

“Spike?” he heard somepony say from behind him. Shifting in his seat, he saw Twilight. She must have just woken up because her mane was a disheveled mess of hair. “What are you still doing up?” she asked approaching the dragon.

“I couldn't really sleep,” he answered. Twilight touched his shoulder gently in a attempt to get his full attention. Once the dragon had turned fully to see her, she jerked her head towards the couch and began to walk towards it. Spike hopped down from his seat and followed suit. The siblings sitting down and making themselves comfortable.

“Something on your mind?” she asked. Spike looked up at Twilight. He could see the concern in her eyes. That was always reassuring. He could tell her his thoughts, his secrets, and not fully be judged on them. He did get judged slightly when it was somethings silly, like wondering if somepony could just spontaneously explode....twice. He let out a breath and lowered his head.

“Do...do you think its right for a dragon to love a pony?” he asked. Twilight blinked a couple times as the question floated in the air. She opened her mouth to respond, but found that no words came out. This was a serious, very serious, question. In all the years of chasing after Rarity, nether of them stopped to wonder the ramifications of such a union. Twilight furred her brow and began to think on the subject a little more. Though, to be honest, this was more Cadence's field of expertise. Love, from a analytical sense, are strong emotions towards something or somepony. To love, you need to put their needs ahead of your own. Support them when they need help, and be able to shoulder whatever burdens they may face. In a literal sense; yes, a dragon and pony could love each other.

“Well, ummm,” Twilight started. She looked around the room, as if the words were scattered about along the bookshelves and floor. “I think that, it ugh...” she vocalized. Spike's expression was starting to shift. His fins started to droop slowly as his face seemed to grow more solemn by the second. Twilight was running out of time for her search. Taking a deep breath, she made a small hoof motion that Cadence had taught her not to long ago. Her body relaxed as her thoughts began to clear. She looked at the drake, and slowly started to smile form a smile. “Spike,” she began. “It's perfectly fine for a dragon and pony to love each other,” she stated. Spike looked up at her, his expression quickly changed to one of shock and slight confusion. As if his hopes had just been saved from the brink of destruction.

“Y-you really think so?” he asked, trying desperately to shatter the last boundary keeping him from the thing he wanted. “You're not just saying that to make me feel better, right?” he asked. Twilight's smile was in full effect now. It was the kind of smile a sister gave to her brother when he needed her the most. A warm and caring smile, which conveyed more emotion than mere words could convey.

“I know so,” she said. She rested a hoof on his shoulder and looked deep into those emerald eyes. He stared back into her own violet eyes as she began to speak. “Spike, wither anypony else think it's right or wrong dose not matter. What matters are the feelings that you have for your special someone. Wither it's a pony, a dragon, or whatever. As long as you love them with all your heart, than nothing is wrong with it,” she said. Spike placed his claw on her hoof and nodded. She could see a new found joy growing in his heart. Her words had hit there mark, and she couldn't be happier.

“Thank you Twilight,” Spike said softly. He looked to his paper that lay upon the table he was at. He rose from his seat, going over to pick it up. He looked back to Twilight.

“And what's that?” she asked looking at him with a smile. He looked to the page, and with little hesitation said what it was going to be.

“This, is the last of my doubt. It's my apology, for being a dragon,” he said looking at the page. Twilight's expression was one to change now. She looked almost mortified that he would even consider being a dragon a reason to apologize. Spike maintained his gaze on the page, looking over the sheet of music as he felt the words flow through his mind. Closing his eyes, he could feel the pain of losing Rarity wash over him in waves. It no longer drove the dragon to tears thinking about it, Rather, he used it as a muse. He opened his eyes and glanced to Twilight with a small smile on his maw. “After thinking about all the times I missed my chances with Rarity, it started to dawn on me that...maybe it wasn't because of my age that she never took my advances seriously. Maybe, it was because she didn't want to be with a monster,” he said softly.

“Spike, that is not true! You are no-”

“I know Twilight, I'm not a monster. I'm a dragon,” he said looking her dead in her eye. “I'm just different than a pony physically in every way possible. Nothing can change what I am or what I will be. But, maybe, just maybe...I can fall in love with somepony who can see past that,” he said. He looked at the paper once more. “This song...this will be my final farewell to my feelings for Rarity. I don't know when I'll play it, or if I ever will. But once it's played, you can bet that it will be the end,” he said. Twilight still looked very much concerned.

“Than, what if you fall for somepony else?” Twilight asked. Her question made Spike chuckle for a few moments before addressing her. He lifted up a small stack of blank sheet music.

“When that happens, than I will tell her how I feel the only way I know how,” he said. Twilight got what he was saying. Not that he questioned “if” he ever fell in love again, but rather he was simply waiting on the “when”. With that said, she smiled again. Rising from her seat, she trotted over to the small dragon and put a hoof on his back.

“Alright Spike. But for right now, we should get some sleep. You can come back to it in the morning,” Twilight suggested. It was at this time, that Spike let out a tired yawn as he placed the music back down on the table. He glanced at the song once more. Taking a quill, he wrote down the song name. The name seemed fitting, and matched the feeling of how he now felt about the whole ordeal with Rarity. Twilight read it over his shoulder. “Dream of an Absolution?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like I said, it is an apology song,” he said looking up at her. She looked back at the title and then to him.

“It's a beautiful name,” she said. “Come on, let's go to bed,” Twilight said ushering him towards the stairs.

“Yeah yeah, I'm coming 'mom',” Spike said looking up at Twilight with a cheeky smile. The two laughed lightly as they made their way up the stairs. Once at the top, they walked into the bedroom. The sound of hooves and scales scrapping tiredly across the hard word filled the room as the siblings walked to their respective beds. Spike climbed into his bassinet, which was really starting to get to small for him. Feeling slightly cramped, he let his legs dangle a little over the edge. He grabbed the apple print blanket Applejack had given him as a gift and nestled as much as he could into the wooden confines of his bed. “Hey Twilight?” he asked out in the surrounding darkness.

“Yeah? What is it Spike?” the darkness answered back.

“Can we get me a new bed soon? This one's getting kinda small,” he asked between yawns. His eyes shut tight as his maw opened to its fullest extent as he sucked in air, loudly releasing it in the form of another yawn.

“If we have the bits for it. We can go bed shopping tomorrow,” Twilight answered with a yawn of her own.

“Cool.....night Twilight,” Spike said as his eyes began to close.

“Goodnight Spike...I love you,” she said before sleep slowly took her.

“I love you too,” he said back. His eyelids grew too heavy for him to keep them separated. Gradually, they closed and allowed spike to enter the world of dreams once more.

Morning came what felt like a short time after Spike had closed his eyes to rest. The golden rays of the sun once more shined down on the dragon with the same disregard for his sleep as it always did. The light managed to force its way to his eyes through his eyelids, causing him to groan as his sweet blissful sleep was ripped from him.

“One morning...can there just be one morning where the sun doesn't wake me up?” he asked mumbling loudly. With a loud grunt, he rose from his bed and looked about the room. Twilight was still nestled in her bed. The morning light seemed to completely ignore her sleeping frame, as it hadn't quite reached her yet. “And of course she gets the good spot,” he grumbled, his voice caked with envy for the sleeping mare. He shuffled his claws along the ground, exiting the room, going down the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen. Once there, he started on breakfast. A normal practice at this point. A nice garden salad was always Twilight's favorite way to start the day. He opened the fridge up and took out the necessary greens and vegetables. He let out a sigh and closed the fridge door, only to be greeted with a massive screen of pink now flooding his range of sight. His eyes trailed up to see a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him. He blinked, and he assumed the eyes did as well. Spike let out a tired sigh and lowered his head before looking up again.

“Morning Pinkie,” he said in a rather monotone way. His response made the mass of pink smile and start hopping around the room.

“And a goooooooooooooooood morning to you Spike!” she shouted. Spike simply smiled and rolled his eyes a little as she seemed overly excited this morning. But then again, this was Pinkie Pie we're talking about. He started to lightly toss the salad when Pinkie hopped back into his range of sight. “You'll never guess what happened today~” she said in a rather song like tone. Spike, ever one for a good guessing game, decided to play along.

“Hmm,” he said turning towards her. He rested his claw on his chin and leaned against the counter as he looked at Pinkie. She was lightly bouncing around as if she needed to pee, but that wouldn't be a reason to seem so excited. “You got your mane cut?” he asked.

“Noooooope,” she retorted with a big smile.

“You ate 20 cupcakes in one sitting?” he asked taking another stab at it. Pinkie looked at him with a cocked smile.

“Please Spikey, I can do that in my sleep. Keep guessing!” she shouted. Spike thought once more. Suddenly he realized what she may have been talking about.

“Your throwing a party soon,” he said snapping his fingers. Pinkie's face lit up with excitement as she bounced around even more now.

“Yes I am!” she shouted loudly. Spike folded his arms in victory. It was so obvious that she'd be excited abou- “But still no,” she said cutting off Spike's train of thought. He physically slipped up a bit and slid down the base of the counter. Spike regained his footing after she shot him a quick look of concern.

“I'm fine,” he answered before she could ask. “I give up, what's got you so excited? He asked. Pinkie's eye glimmered as she whipped her head up. Out of her mane shot, what looked like a large piece of cardboard. It descended quickly, landing in her waiting hooves. Spike's mouth hung open, as he gazed at his own album. Pinkie had the biggest grin on her face as she held it out for him to see.

“I saw it in the window of the music store! Isn't this awesome!?!?!” she questioned shoving it in his face. Spike couldn't talk. No literally, he couldn't talk. Pinkie had effectively shoved the album over his mouth in her excitement. He mumbled something against the album, trying to speak. “I knew Vinyl and Octavia did lots of music stuff, but I had NO idea you did too!!!” she screamed. She pulled the album away and snatched up the dragon into a bone crushingly tight hug. Spike grunted out loudly trying to get any kind of air to fill his lungs.

“Pinkie.....can't.....breath,” he managed to get out. Pinkie unceremoniously dropped him onto the ground. The now gasping dragon slowly picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off. He looked at the album once more. “You really bought it?” he asked. Not really to her, but to himself.

“Of course I bought it! If I didn't then that would be stealing,” she said with a wide grin. The logic was sound, but not quite what Spike meant by the question. “I haven't listened to it yet, but I figure we could listen to it together,” she said with a massive grin. Spike was still rather tongue tied about seeing his own E.P in front of him. Was this what other new artists and musicians felt like? He stored that question away for a much later time. Shaking off the look of dumbfoundedness he was currently sporting, Spike nodded his head. To which, Pinkie let loose a squeal and darted into the other room with Spike following close behind. They had a record player, which never really got much use, that was there for the listening pleasure of the library goers. Handing the album over to Spike using her hair, Spike set up the record player and began playing the album. What they were greeted to was a crisp, clean sound of the opening beat to Luv Sic. Pinkie sat still, listening quite intently to the words, melodies, and feelings that the song portrayed. Spike felt the familiar feelings that had been the muse of the piece, and smiled softly to himself. As the song continued, a 3rd listener joined the two. Twilight, who had finally risen from her slumber, was seemingly charmed out of bed by the music and had to investigate. What she found was Pinkie Pie and Spike, sitting quietly listening to Spike's voice coming through the speaker. She sat close to Spike, nudging him lightly to alert him of her presence. She cast a gentle grin down at him, one that he returned in kind. He leaned against her slightly, allowing her to rest her head on top of his own. When the song ended, all parties were set in a relaxed state. Pinkie turned to speak, but the sound of the piano swaying into the next song took her attention once more.

While these 3 listened to the soothing melodies, Vinyl was approaching the library at a rather casual pace. She had a goal in mind for today; get together with Spike to work on a killer track for Pinkie's up coming party. It was straight forward plan, though she did have a bit of reserve about talking to him. Especially after her dream the night prior. Princess Luna seemed to be an advocate for the three musicians to be together, but that still didn't change the fact that she would have to ask Spike and Octavia respectively about it. Once close enough to the Library, Vinyl's ears picked up the vocal range of the drake she was looking for. She recognized the rhythm of his solo song that he had preformed during Neon's test. It still amazed her that he could produce such music at what felt like a young age. Her hooves stopped their forward momentum just at the door to the library. There, she waited a few moments for the music to end before assaulting the door with a series of knocks

Through the laps of music, Spike heard the sound of a hoof against the front door. He had already heard and played the next song many times, so he decided to get up and greet whoever it was at the door.

“Hey Scale Head,” Vinyl greeted as Spike opened the door. Spike's eyes lit up a little bit at the sight of the white unicorn.

“Hey Vi. What brings you around this time of morning?” Spike asked. Vinyl smiled and rubbed the dragon's head.

“Nothin' much Scales. Actually I came by to ask you to help me put together a piece for the party in a couple days,” she said explaining. The word 'party' seemed to act as a trigger for Pinkie, who's ears twitched and her eyes bugged out and glazed over.

“PARTY!!!” she shouted before bolting towards the source of the new voice. In a burst of speed that would make Rainbow Dash envious, Pinkie went from the record player to crashing into Vinyl in the blink of an eye. Catching almost everypony there by surprise, accept for Spike. He, having registered that Pinkie was in the room, and the word “Party” was mentioned, had stepped out of the door way in time to avoid being caught in the tackle. He carried a rather smug smile on his maw as he looked at Pinkie, who was staring down at Vinyl with half glazed over eyes. Blinking a few times allowed her bright blue eyes to adjust and see just who was under her. “Vinyl!” she shouted before pulling the mare up into a bone shattering hug. The D.J did her best to resist, but ultimately started to tap out.

“Pinkie! You're crushing me!!!” she shouted out trying to escape the pink mare's grasp. Pinkie blinked a few more times before just dropping Vinyl right on her flank, causing Spike to start laughing and Twilight to finally approach the door.

“What in the world of Equestria is going on?” she asked looking at the still laughing dragon.

“Oh....oh man my sides hurt,” he said between giggle fits. He was doubled over in laughter, making vain attempts to cease his laughing at the mare's expense. Vinyl was none too happy about his constant laughter, but on the other hoof couldn't really blame him. She'd have done the same if the positions were reversed. Finally getting to her hooves, she looked towards Twilight.

“Hey Twilight. Just came by to see if I can borrow ol' scales for brains over there,” she said with a light laugh.

“Spike?” she asked looking down to the dragon. He was at a vertical base once more, but was still suffering a mild case of the giggles.

“That's the one,” she said gesturing at him. “That is of course if his r-” she began. Spike's laughter stopped immediately.

“WelllookslikeIgottago.I'llSeeyalaterTwilight!” Spike said in a rather hurried fashion before leaving her side and darting towards Vinyl. The white mare just started laughing and took off in a B-line straight for her house with Spike screaming obscenities at her.

“Huh, I wonder what that was about,” Twilight said aloud. Looking to her side, she saw Pinkie standing next to her.

“Probably just Vinyl teasing Spike about being royalty,” she said rather matter of fact like.

“Oh, I see,” Twilight said softly.

“...”

“Pinkie?”

“Yeah?”

“How did you know Spike was a prince?”

“You just told me”

“Oh”

A still silence befell the two. Though if one could look inside the mind of Twilight Sparkle, it would be a much different story. In her mind, she was slamming her head against a desk in a repeated fashion. Calling herself an idiot for letting such a simple slip of the tongue happen in such a casual setting.

“So dose this mean I can throw him a party for being a prince?” Pinkie asked.

“Sigh....only when he's ready to tell everypony,” she said softly. With that said, Twilight turned back and headed inside of her home. The gentle melodies of his playing still going through the air of the room. Pinkie smiled and bounced her way back inside after her.
~

Down the street, Vinyl was still laughing and running at full speed as she was pursued by the adolescent drake. She finally slowed to a stop once she had reached her home and decided to wait for him there. After a few moments, he finally arrived. Clearly winded and out of breath.

“Oh come on Scale Head, that was not that bad of a run,” she said with a huge grin.

“Shove...it....up...oh my lungs hurt.....your flank,” he said looking up at her with a great deal of malice. His angered stare only made Vinyl smile wider at the dragon before leading him up into her house. Pushing the door open, the two walked in and went immediately up the stairs to Vinyl's room. Spike craned his head to the side, checking to see where Octavia was.

“Is Octavia up yet?” he asked curiously. “I mean, not that I'm overly concerned or anything. It's just I haven't seen her since...”

“Yesterday. Dude you have got it bad don't you?” Vinyl asked rather bluntly. To which Spike could only sigh and try to stave off the blush that was slowly creeping onto his scales. His head hung for a few moments before Vinyl spoke up again. “You really like her don't you?” she asked. Spike just kinda gained a goofy grin and scratched the back of his head. That was all the response she needed to make her smile slyly at the drake.

“Annnnnyway, you said you wanted some help on a track?” he asked. Vinyl nodded and opened the door to her room, ushering him inside. He watched Vinyl walk over to the only neat and orderly corner of the room where all of her equipment was. Every bit of electronic equipment, audio disk , and whatever else she needed under the sun was neatly organized via color, purpose, track, and other varying forms of sorting. The dragon had to do a double take looking at the one small beacon of organization.

“Yeah, I've been trying to find a melody to tie it all together,” she said. Her horn began to glow in her arcane power. Using her magic, she put up a sound proof barrier around her room. “Just a little somethin' somethin' ta keep Tavi from yelling at me when I’m mixing it up,” she said with a smirk. With that done, she approached a sound board and with keyboard attached to it. With a flick of her switch, her equipment came to life with a series of hums and whirls. Pushing some stuff off to the side on her bed, Spike sat down as the D.J prepared to do her thing. With a few more flicks of switches and a few button presses on her display, a series of melodies began to fill the air. It started out as basic fair, your typical dub-trot track as he had now gotten use to listening to. It wasn't until they reached the of the song did spike start to hear very familiar melodies. He instantly recognized them as all the little songs, or at the least parts of them, that Pinkie was known for singing around town. But Vinyl was right, it was missing a melody to carry it long. “So what do you think?” Vinyl asked as the song ended. Spike placed a claw to his chin, lightly stroking it to come up with a solution to her problem.

“I like it, but you have a point in that it's missing something. But what?” he asked lightly. This was not gonna be easy. “If I had my piano than I’d be able to pluck at keys till something stuck,” he said thoughtfully. Vinyl hummed putting her hoof to her chin.

“Well, it's not like yours, but I have a key board that has a regular piano setting. You wanna try that?” she asked. That caught Spike's attention. With a smile and a nod, Vinyl showed him to her keyboard. It was fairly new quality for a electric keyboard, still having some of the maker stickers along it's face. Touching the plastic keys, the dragon attempted to get a feel for it. Giving one of the keys an experimental press he was greeted with the shrill cry of an air horn blasting.

“Sweet mother of Celestia!” he shouted and backed off of the device. “What in the name of Cerberus was that!?” he shouted. The only response he got was from Vinyl, who was now snickering to herself.

“Sorry about that, still had it set to sound effects,” she said trying to reign in her giggles. Pressing a few buttons on it's face, she switched it back to piano mode. “Should be good for you now,” she said with a laugh. “Hey, you figure this out, I'm gonna get something to drink. Want anything?” she asked. Spike approached the piano a little more tentatively as he pressed a key, being greeted with the electronic generated note that he desired. Releasing a held breath, he looked to Vinyl.

“Tea if you got it. Just bring me a pot with water and some leaves and I'll take care of the rest,” he said pressing the keys a few more times.

“You got it chief,” She said exiting the room. As the white unicorn made her way down the hall, her range on her soundproofing spell soon fizzled and the protective barrier died out. The thought of it clearly not on her mind as she made her way to the kitchen. As she rummaged about in the kitchen, the second upstairs door opened up slowly. Octavia finally rose from her much needed slumber. Rubbing the specs of sleep from her tired eyes with her hoof, she made her way to the bathroom.

“A few splashes of water and I'll be right as rain,” she mused still suffering from the fatigue of sleep. She passed by Vinyl's open door, not really thinking much of it. The wild party mare usually left it open when she came home drunk off her flank, or when she was just too lazy to close it. But as she approached the bathroom, a sound came from the room that she had never heard before. At first it didn't really register with her, a minor thing that could easily be written off as being in her head. But when the sound came again it warranted a bit more attention. Turning her head back to the door, she raised an eyebrow. “That sounded like a piano...” she said. Her words trailing off as she slowly approached the door. “Why would Vinyl need to use a piano....” she said. Her thoughts immediately shot to the drake that she had been thinking quite heavily on over the past few days. How he would stroke the keys with elegance and poise. Each note he struck seeming to blind well with the harmonies that were wrapped in his mind just waiting to be released. And that half lidded gaze that he wore when he played was just so...

“What am I thinking? Spike isn't even here,” she said shacking her head lightly. She couldn't help but let out a light giggle. “I must be dreaming if I think he's...here...” she said. Her words slowly petering to a whisper as she looked into Vinyl's room. She now had confirmation, Spike was in her home. Plucking away at the keys on the keyboard. Her heart began to speed up, now loudly pounding inside her chest. Her cheeks began to warm beneath her her lush gray fur, her eyes locked on the drake as he idly tapped keys.

“No....” he said under his breath. He struck another key, only getting the same result. This process had begun at the lower end of the spectrum and had been working it's way steadily to the upper side of it. Each note resulting in some manor of failure in his eyes. “What am I doing wrong? Maybe I'm just over thinking it,” he mused to himself. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he attempted to quell his thoughts. He released that breath a moment later, his eyes gradually opening back up until they were in a half lidded gaze at the keys. “Just let it flow...” he whispered softly. Octavia felt her breath hitch in her throat watching him. It was like watching a master painter take his first stroke. The anticipation killing her to hear what was going to come from it. By this time, Vinyl had made her way back to the door way. She spotted Octavia and tilted her head to the side.

“Tavi?”

“Shh...wait,” the cellist said gently putting a hoof to Vinyl's lips. Vinyl's eyes denoted a look of annoyance until she peered into the room. Now seeing what Octavia was seeing, she let out a sigh and waited. Spike, unknowingly, was about to put on a show. His claws fell, touching several notes at once.

“There,” he said. Picking his claws up again he began to play. The melody could be described as a peaceful, other worldly tone. In Spike's mind, small creatures of varying sizes and colors were playing in lush meadows of light greens and blues. He played from his heart, with his imagination as his guide. Every key he touched only adding to the peaceful feeling that he was creating. Nothing was wrong now. No problems with other ponies, no worries about getting things done. The only thing that mattered at this point was the music. And the music was softly persuading all that could listen to relax and enjoy the beautiful planet that they called home. At some point's the melody would grow quicker, but only to drive it further and further that this world was full of beauty and wonder. The listening party was awestruck once more. This only having happened once since they had first learned of the drake's skills on the keys. It really made them wonder as to how such natural talent had remained within shadows for so long. Classical backgrounds be damned, Vinyl was loving this peace. Her rose colored eyes remaining locked on the dragon that was gradually capturing her heart. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy, the soothing sounds nestling her into a pacified state of bliss. She wondered just what world Spike saw while he was playing. Where was he now? Octavia was not fairing much better. Her eyes remained open, but they held a tunnel like gaze on Spike's claws. Watching them move so fluidly, so gracefully. It was almost tear worthy, and only she and Vinyl could hear it in it's rawest form. She could easily thank the sun and moon for such a blessing. But it was slowly fading. As the song reached it's end, the world within their minds had reached it's twilight. The golden sun dying the world in a golden radiance as the last note was stroke. Spike seemed to return to the material world, his journey to the one within his mind over with as his creation echoed within his mind. Blinking a few times to orient himself, he looked up and turned towards the door. He was met by two pairs of eyes, watching him with such captured attention. Both of them seemed to have held their breath through the duration of the piece. They were releasing light pants, their faces a blush from the unintentional lack of air flow to their bodies. They finally noticed Spike looking at them, causing the two mare's to snap back to the world as well.

“Umm, hey guys,” Spike said rather awkwardly. He still was far from use to having ponies watch him play. The looks that the two had as he was in his other worldly screamed that they had been there for some time, only making the dragon feel a little more awkward in his own scales. “So...do you think you can use that Vinyl?” he asked meekly. His eyes were shifting around, as was he in his own seat trying to recapture the comfort he once had.

“Are you kidding me? That was beautiful,” she admitted. That one statement caught Octavia and Spike off guard. Vinyl never refereed to something, anything, in such a manner. Once the initial shock of what she had said wore off, the two classical players looked to one another. “I think I can use that, did you record it?” she asked. Once she asked that, Spike looked around at the keyboard and saw a flashing red light with the word recording above it.

“Umm I guess...did you set it to record earlier?” he asked looking to her. Vinyl could only smile and nod her head happily.

“This is gonna be sweet,” she said moving over to her. “One side scale head,” she said lifting him with her magic and then throwing him to the bed. Spike was met with several bottles and cloths that both muffled and clanked as he landed. Octavia shot Vinyl a quick glared before going over to help the drake.

“Are you alright?” She asked softly once Spike was free of the cloths. He took in a deep breath and righted his posture.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” he said. He looked up to Octavia, doing a double take as he realized that it was his crush. The two of them held a gaze for a few moments before looking away rather bashfully. Spike stole a few glances at Octavia, who he found was doing the same. Her cheeks a nice light shade of red against her gray fur. He was about to say something, when he found himself enveloped in Vinyl's magical aura. He felt himself be lifted and placed outside of the room.

“Alright, every pony out. I need to work with what I've got,” Vinyl said. Octavia shot the mare a rather unamused look before exiting right behind Spike. The cellist closed the door and let out a soft sigh.

“I'm so sorry about that Spike. When Vinyl get's into a project, she tends to become a bit of a recluse,” Octavia explained.

“No problem. I can understand that feeling,” Spike said remembering his own writing stint from the night before. A rather awkward, yet some how welcome, silence hung over the two. Both rather just content with giving the other light gazes.

“Would you care for some tea?” Octavia asked, finally breaking the silence. Spike looked to her, a smile steadily forming on his face. But that smile soon shifted to a frown as he looked to the door.

“Vinyl was going to grab me some water and leaves,” he said mildly disappointed. Looking back to Octavia, he couldn't help but to smile and beam at the mare. The cellist gave him a light smile in return, though her smile was not as unbridled as his, it still displayed happiness upon seeing the drake.

“Well, from past experience, Vinyl will be in there for quite some time. We can have tea in the kitchen,” Octavia said turning towards the hallway entrance and began to casually trot. The small dragon followed after her rather quickly and began to match her pace when he was closer. The air in the hall and the proceeding room was not as awkward now. More or less the tension had up and resolved itself. Octavia lead the way into the kitchen; Spike finding his way to a chair near the table. His head swiveled a few times here and there as he observed and looked over the relatively tame dinning/ kitchen area. The only real eye catching thing was their dishwasher, which seemed to be equipped with....speakers? He crocked an eyebrow looking at the device. It held his attention for so long that when Octavia returned to his side, she could follow his gaze towards it and let out a sigh.

“That was Vinyl's idea,” she said in a rather defeated tone. Her voice jarred Spike, drawing his attention towards her. “She had speculated that high decibels would help clean dishes much more effectively. As it turns out....she was right,” Octavia said with a low groan. Spike could only smile slightly and chuckle to himself.

“Must be rough living with a D.J,” he said. For some reason, that remark garnered a smile from the gray mare. She shot him a glance before lifting her head.

“Must be difficult living with a very controlling mother,” she said. Spike blanched for a second, his face twisting in confusion for a moment before he realized she was talking about Twilight.

“Oh!” he exclaimed a bit louder than he intended. He covered his mouth quickly before chuckling nervously. “Twi isn't really my mother. She's more like a big sister. I only started living with her when I was 15,” he commented. “That's when I started as her apprentice/ assistant,” he said with a smile. It didn't really dawn on him until now that Octavia didn't know much about his past.

“Oh,” she said placing a hoof over her mouth. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to assume,” she said trying to make up for the unknown blunder.

“It's alright. You wouldn't believe how many ponies make that mistake,” he said with a laugh. Octavia couldn't help but giggle a little bit as well. This was the atmosphere that she enjoyed with Spike around. Full of laughter and good times.

Small talk was made; the exploration of music and the things that lead them down their paths. In Octavia's case, it was almost destiny. “ My father, Philharmonic, was an accomplished composer in his time. He worked with great talent and would constantly travel Equestria. Of course coming with that amount of responsibility and reputation, it didn't really call for much time spent at home with mother and I,” she began. “I had come home from school one day, running as fast as my legs could. He was finally home from an extended tour,” she said softly looking up as she recalled. As she had been speaking, Spike was making the tea. His emerald flames in a constant stream from his mouth as he held the pot of water. Once it had begun to whistle, he placed the tea leaves into a small strainer and ran the water over them and into another pitcher. The scolding hot liquid now a light amber color as it poured. He took his eyes off of that for a moment to observe the distant look in Octavia's eyes. A small smile played on her lips as she spoke once more. “I knew I would only have a moment to capture his attention. He had brought along a few of the jazz string from his current ensemble. I tried so hard to get his attention, but he was to wrapped up in conversing with them to even give me a look,” her head hung slightly. The distant memories of neglect slowly crept into her gaze that now stared into the void. “So I tried something,” her eyes closed as she could clearly hear the first G-chord she played. “I took the cellist's cello and set it up with a stool. Holding the bow in my fetlock, I ran it across the strings. I didn't know what I was playing, nor did I rightly care...I just wanted him to notice me,” she said. A smile soon swept away the light frown on her face as she let out a soft laugh as she spoke. “It did the trick because everypony was watching me. My little hooves running up the neck of the instrument as I drew the bow back and forth. And by the time I was finished, I looked to see my father, staring proudly at me. He picked me up and held me like he never had before. The feeling of warmth from his embrace was so amazing and so welcome,” she said with a smile. “And it' wasn't until somepony pointed it out, that I had received my cutie mark. After that, he canceled his next tour, and spent it at home. Where he should have been,” she sighed finishing her tail. Spike had been sipping his tea lightly, rather engrossed at the story she had been weaving for him to listen to.

“Wow...that's amazing,” he said in such a small voice that she could barely register he spoke. She gave a soft laugh in response.

“Yes, well, that was quite the long time ago. What about you, are your parents proud of your musical accomplishments?” Octavia asked, quite curious as to how the dragon would respond. For only a flicker of a second, she saw what could only be described as total sadness was over him. But just as soon as it came, it was gone.

“My birth parents are...well, they were killed in the great dragon war,” he said softly. He ran his thumb along the rim of his cup, his eyes fixed on the liquid. Octavia put her hoof over her mouth, both shocked and appalled at herself for even asking the question. She made an attempt to speak, but she saw Spike's lips move before she could get a word out. “I'd like to think they are proud...Princess Celestia always told me that my dad was one of the front runners for dragon ethics. And that he believed that we dragons could be much more than the unruly and greed driven monsters everypony thinks we are,” he said. He heard two hooves slam on the table in front of him. Immediately drawing his attention. His eyes widened and he took in the mare who was now leaning over the table and almost nose to nose with him.

“Let me make one thing abundantly clear to you Spike. You shall not, nor will you ever within this house or within my ear shot call yourself a monster. Do I make myself clear?” she asked. The question felt rhetorical. As if any other answer than “yes” would end with a verbal and potentially physical lashing. The only thing he could do was nod rather vigorously.

“Yes ma'am,” he said in a rather hurried tone. It took a moment for it to actually sink in for both of them, but they were rather close to each other. Octavia took notice of this first, examining the scales on the young drake. All of them looked so tough and hardened to protect against any and everything thrown his way, with the exception of some particular scales; the ones that made up his lips. Unlike the others they carried a soft gloss to them, as if he had recently wet them. They looked rather soft, easily malleable, and rather tempting. Spike too had the time to examine features. He remembered the soft feel of her fur against his hand, the digits still able to pull the memory as if it had just happened but a moment ago. His eyes shifted to her eyes, which were staring right back at him. The world around them seem to blur and distort as they focused souly on the other's eyes. They were lost within a sea of emerald and purple hues. Suddenly, his eye lids grew rather heavy. A soft smell tickling his nose. This scent...it's nice Spike thought to himself. The source of such a wonderful aroma was dead in front of him. Without thinking much of it, he pressed forward slightly, his nose leading the way. On the other side of the spectrum, Octavia was enraptured by the warmth and smell coming from the drake. He smelled of something so sweet, but with a light hint of fire.

Marshmallows perhaps? she questioned. She too found herself irresistibly drawn to the source of the smell. As the two leaned, their noses touched, but neither gave way. There was no hesitation, no sudden jerk in thinking that this was a horrible idea. In fact, it was welcome. Allowing what felt right to just flow.

Like a beat and a melody...they go together they thought for the briefest of moments. Tilting their heads to the side ever so slightly, they each allowed the other access to their lips. The gap closing slowly, painfully slowly. They were so close, the feeling of the other's breath against their lips was becoming maddening. With the faintest feeling of a spark between them, something happened.

“IT LIVES!!!!!!!!” Vinyl screamed loudly. The two musicians jerked back. A scream coming from the two of them as they had been forcefully ripped from their own little piece of existence and thrown back into the world of the living. Spike had literally thrown himself so far back that he crashed against the back of his seat and it toppled over. Octavia had the darkest blush on her cheeks, her eyes wide and iris' small. She had a hoof to her chest, trying to feel her heart. That particular part of her anatomy was beating at sub light speed.

“SCALES! OCTAVIA! Get up here!!!” Vinyl screamed out. The Spike had gotten to his feet and was still panting rather heavily. The two stole a glance at the other, their blushes now fully consuming their faces as they made a b-line for Vinyl's room. Not even able to fully muster a look, they stood outside the door. Spike took the gentle drake approach and opened the door for Octavia. Earning him a hushed thank you as the two entered.

“ 'bout time you two got here. What were you doing, making out or something?” Vinyl asked rather rudely. That one statement sent the musical duo into a frenzy of stammers and mixed explanations. “Blah blah blah. Shut up and listen. So I was able to sample some of Pinkie's random songs that she sings a lot around town. And mixed it with the piano part you put down earlier. Check it,” she said hitting the play button. The second that the track started, the stammering two fell silent and were rather engrossed by the high speed synths and drums coming from the speakers. Softly at first and gradually growing louder, the piano part that Spike had given here came to the forefront and mixed well with the now subtle drums and beats. Stopping the track there, Vinyl smirked and looked back. “Am I good or am I good?” she asked. Spike had a massive smile on his face as he was now able to give feedback.

“That was awesome! I can't believe you mixed that with what I gave you so fast,” he commented. Octavia was still in shock that the beautiful piano melody had mixed so well with her usual synthetic sound.

“I'm at a bit of a loss for words,” Octavia said. This caused Vinyl to shoot her a rather amused look.

“Looks like I can still leave Octy speechless,” she quipped. This earned a massive blush and a near roar from the cellist.

“VINYL!” she shouted.

“Oh keep your bow tie on Octy, I'm just playing around. And trust me, this thing is far from perfect. I just need to work on it more and then it will be the headliner for Pinkie's party,” she said turning back and going back to work. This left Octavia and Spike in a bit of an awkward stance.

“I ugh...i should probably head back home. Twilight probably hasn't eaten yet since Vinyl kinda snagged me up like the last time,” Spike said. He was still doing his best to avoid Octavia's gaze. She really couldn't blame him after the short exchange the two had.

“Right. It was a...pleasure to have you over this morning,” Octavia said rather hushed and behind her raised hoof. The two stood silently for a moment, just recalling the soft fragrances and feelings they had felt.

“Hey! In working here! Get out!” Vinyl shouted. Spike and Octavia soon found themselves being pushed out of the room and the door slamming behind them. They both blinked a few times before looking to the door and then to each other. They began chuckling until it became full blown laughter.

“I'll walk you out,” Octavia said leading Spike to the door. “So you are coming to Pinkie's party tomorrow?” she asked as they neared the front door.

“Yeah, it's probably gonna be another big blow out like always,” Spike said chuckling. “And now that we have a taste of some of the music, it's gonna be even more awesome,” he said with a knowing smile. Octavia mirrored his smile and only nodded in agreement. Spike opened the door and turned back to Octavia. “Well, I'll see you tomorrow Octavia,” he said with a smile. Before he could process what was happening, Octavia's lips had touched down on his cheek. Unlike what many ponies thought, he could feel through his scales. And right now, his brain was going into over load. He could hear a very fine moan coming from her throat as she pressed to his scaly cheek. Her eyes closed as she allowed this one moment to last as long as she wanted. Pulling away gently, he saw that blush across her muzzle.

“I will see you tomorrow Spike,” she said gently. Spike's eyes were glued to her, his own cheeks a blaze. He wordlessly nodded before taking a misstep and falling onto the walkway. Octavia stretched out a hoof but Spike was quick to get back up.

“I'm OK!” he called out laughing nervously and trying to find his footing. As he walked away, Octavia couldn't help but giggle to herself watching the dumb struck dragon shamble his way away from the door. Once he was out of sight, she lightly shut the door and could not shake the smile that was on her lips. The thoughts of the young drake nearly kissing her back sent her mind and heart a flutter. The sweet and long forgotten feeling of anxiety and light frustration from being so close to something and then having it pulled lightly out of reach was pleasantly renewed within her mind and heart.

“Maybe next time...we won't get interrupted,” she said softly to herself. Her hoof lightly touched her lips, savoring the feeling of his scales. She couldn't stop herself from giggling again as she trotted back to the living room and cleaned up the left over tea makings and pot. For the rest of the day, even during her usual practice time, Octavia held a smile. Such pleasant feelings and emotions swelled within her chest. On his way back to the library, Spike too carried those feelings tightly. He never felt this way when it concerned Rarity. It didn't hit him until he touched the handle of the library door that he had forgotten to talk to Octavia about what they should play at the beneficial. Mentally slapping himself, he opened the door of the library, only to see Twilight having tackled pinkie. The party mare had streamers and confetti in her mouth trying to get it all over the place. Looking up, he saw a “Prince Spike” banner. Looking back to the scuffling two, he let his head hang and his shoulders slouch.

“Jeez. It's ok that she knows,” he called out loud enough to be heard. The two mares ceased their fighting, Pinkie acquiring a massive grin as she darted to Spike and circled him several times talking at high speed.

“OhmygoshSpikey!Ican'tbelieveyouareaPrince!!!DoseCelestiaknow!?WhatamIsaying?Ofcoursesheknowsyouareheradopted-GASP!!!!!!YOURTHEPRINCESS'SON!!!!” she screamed snatching the dragon up in her hooves and holding him up high. She started shaking him violently. “ THIS IS AMAZING!?!?!?!?!? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US SOONER!! WHY SPIKE WHY!!!!” she shouted questioning him. Only able to muster a single press, he silenced her with his claw.

“PINKIE!” he shouted. She stared wide eyed at his claw and then back to him. She put him down and sat back on her haunches, listening now. “Thank you. To answer your question, I couldn't because it was Celestia's rule for me. I don't want ponies treating me different or thinking I'm a total snob like my cousin Blue Blood,” he said looking up at her. “So it has to be our secret. Pinkie Promise,” he said going through the motions. Pinkie smiled and nodded vigorously, mirroring his motions.

“Buuuuuuut can I still throw you a party?” she asked. Spike looked to Twilight before smiling.

“As long as it's just the three of us,” he said with a smile. Twilight could only smile and nod as the party pony exploded with excitement. The three partying all day after Twilight flipped the Open sign to closed.

It always seems like the morning sun crept up on ponies. Spike was a normal victim of sudden sunlight, but this time he was not alone. Through the single sliver in her drawn curtains, Vinyl was stabbed in the face by the light of day. Letting out a loud and frustrated grunt, her eyes opened. The sensation of something rather uncomfortable on her face. Lifting her head, she was greeted by the dull blue glow of her computer screen and a flashing text bubble.

“Wha?” she asked slightly. She blinked a few times to clear up her vision. Once that was done, she could read it properly.

[All Previous Unsaved Work has been Deleted]

She blinked a few more times, even going as far as to rub her eyes to make sure she was reading it properly. When realization struck, it hit with the force of a runaway train. Her eyes grew wide, her horn began to glow, and she suffered from a magical overload as she screamed at the top of her lungs. From a distance, ponies could notice the roof of her home blow off and then land shortly after. “You gotta be Bucking kidding me!!!!” she roared out. Her head shot to the side, towards her door, as she heard rather urgent knocks on it.

“Vinyl! Vinyl are you alright in there!?” Octavia questioned. Obvious worry in her urgent voice. Vinyl rushed over to the door. Opening it to see Octavia standing there looking worried, very worried. “The roof blew off and you were screaming. What happened?” she asked. Vinyl grunted in frustration before leading Octavia in and showing her her computer.

“It's all gone. Pinkie's mix that I made with Spike gone. I passed out on my keyboard and must have deleted it without saving it,” the D.J berated herself while smacking her head on her desk. She felt a hoof touch her back. Leaning her head to the side to see Octavia, she saw that the cellist had gotten quite close to her. The hoof began stroking between Vinyl's shoulder blades to help ease her tension.

“Calm down Vinyl, it's going to be alright,” Octavia said soothingly. Vinyl leaned her back into the smooth stroking hoof, allowing a great deal of the stress to leave her body. A small smile stretched across her muzzle before she responded.

“You're right. But there isn't too much time before Pinkie's party. I don't know what to do,” Vinyl said closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling more.

“I'm certain Spike wouldn't mind helping you out once more. But as far as having it recorded for party, I don't know how you will manage it,” Octavia said nuzzling Vinyl gently. This type of comforting was something the two had not done in quite some time. Octavia thinking that something about Spike having brought back some of the levels of tenderness in her heart. But that was just speculation. Vinyl's head shot up. Her eyes wide as she got an idea.

“Buck it! We'll do it live! Tavi you are a genius!” she shouted grabbing the mare by her face and pulling her into a kiss. Octavia's eyes widened, the familiar feeling of Vinyl's lips flooding her with every positive memory of their past relationship. Her eyes grew half lidded for a moment before Vinyl backed off. Her horn glowing and packing almost everything she needed. “I'll see you at the party!” she shouted running out the door and onto her massive portable speaker system. Octavia just sat down, her lips still tingling lightly. Her eyes seemed to shimmer in the dull light of Vinyl's room. Looking at the door the mare just left out of, she could not shake the small smile forming on her lips. But with that pleasing image, came another; Spike. Her eyes opened fully.

“What am I doing?” she questioned herself. Budding feelings of Spike, rekindled flames of Vinyl. The storm in Octavia's heart began. A choice was needed to be made, but not just yet. Feelings, like any other complicated task, needed to be sorted out before confronting them. While Octavia pondered her current emotional turmoil, Vinyl was on full blast to the library. She gave no regards to the harmless door in her way as she kicked it in.

“SPIKE!!!!” She screamed out. This got the attention of the residents and forced them from their beds in a hurry. Spike ran to the stairs, tumbling down them from a miss step. As he was about to hit the ground, he was snatched up by her magic and brought face to face with her. “No time to explain!” she shouted before bolting out the door again. Twilight arrived to see the aftermath and the dragon getting whisked away.

Several hours passed, and Pinkie's party was underway. During her set up, Vinyl arrived with Spike. She had apologized at least 5 times. Spike was far less receptive of the apologize this time around considering she had literally ripped him from his home in the early morning.

“For the fifth time, shut up Vinyl,” he grumbled loudly as they set up her equipment. Vinyl grumbled as well, the dragon having given her no slack since she dragon-napped him again. “So tell me again, what happened?” Spike asked as he started pulling stuff from Vinyl's cart and began setting up the D.J booth.

“Like I said; while mixing the track together to be the cat's meow, I fell asleep on my keyboard and accidentally deleted the part you worked on. So I got the idea of us just preforming it live,” she said setting up speakers into position. Spike looked back at her.

“All well and good, but did you meed to drag me out of bed that early in the morning?”

“Scales, buddy, at this point you know I don't exactly 'think' before I do anything,” she quipped.

“....fair,” the dragon said rather begrudgingly. The two musicians finished their set up. Right behind the D.J booth, they had arranged Vinyl's electronic keyboard with a few amps and tweeters. “You sure this is gonna work?” he asked.

“Not a clue, but even if it doesn't work out, it will still be awesome,” she said.

“You guys ready to party!?” Pinkie shouted running over to the two. Vinyl smirked, her shades dropping into position.

“These ponies can't handle these wubs of Destruction!” she shouted. This caused Spike to roll his eyes but at the same time, he couldn't help but smile. Off in the crowd, a gathering of several familiar mares could bee seen. Twilight had been chatting rather casually with Pinkie before the pink party pony dashed away to check in with Vinyl and Spike.

“Yo Egghead!” a raspy voice called out to her. Turning around, she saw the rainbow maned Pegasus land near her and trot over. “Awesome party huh?” Rainbow asked looking to all the partying and playing ponies.

“I'd say Pinkie has done it again,” Twilight said in observation. Rainbow could only smile, holding onto a mug of Apple family Cider in her hoof. Looking in the direction of Pinkie, she did a double take as she saw Spike of all ponies over there as well.

“Ugh, what's Spike doing over by the D.J booth?” she asked pointing her mug in that direction. Twilight looked in that direction and could only smile.

“Something amazing I'm sure,” she said.

“I would have to agree with that sentiment,” a new voice said, drawing the attention of the two mares. Rarity walked into view, her usual sway in her steps. This did catch the eye of several stallions in the crowd, but that was to be expected.

“Hey Rares, didn't think you were showing up. At least not in one of your fancy outfits,” Rainbow quipped with a smirk. Rarity rolled her eyes before answering.

“Yes, it is lovely to see you here as well. And must I make a scene every time I venture to a local soiree with one of my latest ensembles?” she asked rather offended. This earned a light chuckle from Rainbow and Twilight surprisingly, though Twilight's was a bit more restrained than Rainbow's. Rarity scoffed lightly, but eventually a smile found it's way onto her face.

“Oh, Miss Sparkle. I wasn't expecting to see you here as well,” another voice called. Looking back, Twilight was greeted by the sight of Octavia, who had just arrived herself. “It's nice to see you not dragging Spike away again,” she said with a light laugh. Twilight laughed lightly at the recollection and nodded.

“It's good to see you as well Octavia. Canterlot was fun I assume?” Twilight asked walking towards the cellist.

“Definitely. Working with Spike was most definitely a good idea, despite how we acquired him in the first place,” she said with a light laugh. The two's laughter caught the attention of Rarity, who proceeded to walk over and interject herself into their conversation.

“Oh, Miss Octavia,” she began, catching the attention of the two mares. “Wonderful to see you again. Especially without you assaulting another pony,” she said. The comment hit the three mares rather unexpectedly. Octavia's glance towards Rarity seemed to sharpen a little but she kept up a friendly smile.

“Rarity, how is your coltfriend? Did he suffer too much of a blow to his ego from just a simple tap?” she asked. Twilight and Rainbow looked back and forth between the two mares. The conversation, though sounding quite casual, held far more tension than staring down Discord for the first time.

“Oh, that boorish Thunderlane, I believe he is currently back on the market. I have no interest in somepony who cannot refine his tastes in music,” Rarity responded back. Octavia closed her eyes and seemed to scoff lightly.

“And yet he was still able to sweet talk you out of leaving a live event before it even started,” Octavia commented. The two now stared daggers at each other. Twilight and Rainbow slowly inching their way away from the two mares. Thank the sun and moon they heard Vinyl's voice call out over the crowd.

“Let's here it for Pinkie Pie and an amazing party!!” the D.J shouted. This earned a massive amount of cheers and stomps from the party goers. Some even just holding up their mugs and cups of punch. “I'm D.J Pon3, and I got a special surprise for you party animals. Say hello to the dragon of the ivories, Spike!!!” she shouted. Leaning to the side the crowd caught a glimpse of Spike, he just gave a quick thumbs up as he adjusted the headphones over his ear fins. “And without further interruption, we give you the ULTIMATE PINKIE MIX!!!” she shouted.

Much like how the mix started the last time, Vinyl started them off with a series of low beats that gradually began to build into a wild tempo. The ponies were getting into it, even Rainbow hovering above everypony and rocking back and forth. There were three ponies, however, that were more glued to the performers at the booth. Octavia, Twilight, and Rarity all watched as Vinyl made the meats grow higher and higher until it finally dropped out. They were instantly greeted with the sound of the piano. The crowd stopped at the sudden melody shift, but it seemed to fit so well that they began to uproar with wild screams and calls. When the beat kicked back in, Spike became unrelenting in his key presses. The beat and melody going hand in hand with each other.

“So this is what he meant,” Octavia said under her breath. The others couldn't really hear her over the sound of the music and the audience. That's when something happened that Vinyl and Spike had not planned for. Spike had flipped the settings on the piano and began playing a medley of Pinkie's songs she usually sang around town. Vinyl had posed the idea, but had no idea of how to apply it. And with spike now handling that, she decided to amp the crowd up.

“LET HIM HERE IT!!!” she shouted out as the beat built up to another drop. When the drop came, every pony in the area shouted at the same time.

“SPIKE!!!!” they screamed as the music continued. The dragon's claws were on fire, switching back and forth between the synth and regular piano. This went on for some time, ponies all cheering, stomping, and dancing about like fools until the music finally wound down.

Author's Note

happy new year every pony

Beat + Melody = L.O.V.E

The roar of the crowd was in full force as Vinyl and Spike ebbed out of the song and took a collective bow. Spike, panting mildly, looked positively energized from playing with so much vigor. His eyes shifted over to his partner in crime. She, much like himself, was panting and a fine layer of sweat matted her fur from how hard she had been working. Her two tone mane a bit more disheveled than usual. As he observed her, and felt the wave of energy surging all around him, an idea cut through the drake's mind. A wicked smile creeping along his maw as he grabbed a hold of the mic.

“Hey everypony!” he called out. The crowed almost exploded with the sheer amount of excitement and adrenaline still pumping through them from what they had just danced to. “If you like that one, you're gonna love this!” he shouted. His actions only served to whip the party goers into a frenzy. Screams and stomps thundering along the ground and in the air as Spike set the mic back up. Needless to say, Vinyl was caught off guard. Looking to the dragon, she could not help but cock an eyebrow and wonder just what the hay he was doing. They had only worked on the one track. Spike backed away from the mic and smiled up at her. “Think you can keep up with me?” he asked putting his thumb to his chest. There was an air of cockiness in his speech. The way he carried himself right down to the simple gesture. Is- is he challenging me? Vinyl thought as she gazed upon the dragon. That's when a smile stretched over her face swiftly. Her eyes narrowed to a glare as she accepted his call to action.

“Oh you are gonna regret this,” she said with a playful tone that was filled with determination. Spike narrowed his gaze again and simply smirked as he turned around to the keyboard. “Ready when you are,” she said approaching her sound board. Off in the crowd, three ponies were watched the duo rather perplexed.

“Oh dear. He's about to do it again,” Octavia said looking directly at Spike as he got situated behind the keys. She could feel her it; her pulse started to quicken, her fur begin to stand slightly on end as she felt a charge run through her body. This feeling; the energy in the air, the way he was carrying himself. He was about to break some new ground, and all she could do was watch. Twilight looked at Octavia, her eyes following her gaze to the back of the young dragon. Spike himself was breathing rather raggedly it seemed. But soon it began to slow. He took a couple of deep breaths to regulate himself once more. He shifted; his head tilted downward, arms and shoulders relaxed, ready to get right back to doing what he loved to do. And though she knew she couldn't see it, Twilight knew her brother was sporting a smile. Or rather a smirk. A soft touch broke the unicorn from her silent musings on Spike's posture. Tilting her head, Twilight gave Rarity a ear to hear her.

“Twilight, what is Spikey doing?” Rarity asked softly into Twilight's now presented ear. She couldn't really get a good look at the dragon from her perspective, but she just had a feeling something was about to happen with the way the cellist was acting. Twilight looked to Rarity and than back to Spike. Whatever words she was about to speak where cut off by the rapid sounds of keys plucking in quick succession.

Rarity turned her attention back to the stage, trying her best to get a better view of what was going on. Sadly that was impossible with all the ponies in front of her. Somepony without that problem though had a bird's eye view of the goings on. Rainbow Dash's was trained on Spike with a great deal of curiosity as he began to play again. Though instead of the soothing and quick key strokes from before, this felt almost threatening with how fast he was moving. Like if anyone tried to disrupt his harmony, they were gonna have a bad time. Vinyl looked back at him, her eyes wide and the expression of sheer joy on her face was intense. This was something she could cut loose to. As soon as he got to what could be assumed as the base drop, she started pressing the buttons on her sound board, mimicking the notes he was playing.

Lucky for her, the keyboard he was using allowed her to record his key presses and log them in her equipment. That made things much easier for her. Ponies received chills down their spines as the two battled for dominance. Spike striking the keys with such force while Vinyl amped the bass to 12 and broke off the knob. The pumping synths and bass thumps smashed into the frenzied ponies and refused to let them go until Tartarus froze over.

Within the crowd, Twilight could not really stop her body from moving about and dancing like a fool like everypony else. Dash doing loop-DE-loops in the sky as she just felt so alive. The only one acting with some manner of dignity and grace was Rarity, she was dancing rather elegantly in place. Constantly spinning and crossing her hooves. But through the intense chaos of moving and gyrating ponies, Octavia was standing pillar of wrapped attention. Her almost hypnotic stare locked on the dragon. To her, the only thing she could hear or see was him. She knew how he looked; determined, focused, alive and smiling. He was born to preform and wow crowds with his skill. The only other pony who had done that so well, was working right along side him. Her gaze shifted to Vinyl and just watched the D.J work. There was so much more passion in her playing than she remembered. The smile, that unbridled smile that seemed to not want to quit no matter what. It was infectious, causing Octavia's own lips to curl upward along her muzzle as she watched them work. She was so locked in her trance, the musician didn't realize the song had reached it's end. A soft nudge connected with her side, causing her to shake her head a few times to knock her senses loose and see what was going on. Spike and Vinyl were taking their bows, Vinyl motioning to the dragon to give him a bit more praise. As the screaming ponies cheered, Spike scratched behind his head with a bit of a sheepish smile as he took his bows and was allowed to leave the stage. The drake hopped down, landing just to the side of the stage and away from the dance floor as he began to trudge away. Spotting this action, Octavia tried her best to be polite as she weaved her way through the sea of partying ponies.

“Well that was fun,” Spike said with a rather loud yawn as he walked away from the party. His eyes no longer held the luster and excitement of playing at such intense levels, but now were rather tired out and his energy all but depleted. This was fair enough considering the rude awakening he received earlier in the day. His body sagged, arms hanging limply and his tail dragging along the ground as he walked back to the library. Party or not, he still had choirs to do and he was gonna make sure they got done before he could take a nap.

“Spike!” Octavia called out, finally free of the mob. The drake turned his head and smiled brightly, some of his energy coming back to him. His body turned to fully face her as she trotted up along side him. The two exchanged smiles before continuing to walk. “That was some show you two put on. I have to admit, I have never heard dub-trot like that before,” she mused with a smile. This earned her a smile and a chuckle from the dragon.

“You liked that huh? Well, I told you I'd show you dub-trot you would like,” he said. His statement surprised and confused her for a few moments until she remembered something they had spoken of quite a while ago. Spike had mused about how dub trot mixed with classical instruments would sound, and how he would go about doing it. And this had been his answer to her. Taken a back and slightly flustered, the mare smiled rather shyly at the drake.

“I suppose you did keep your promise,” she said with a certain lightness in her voice, a soft blush on her muzzle as she kept her gaze forward and only stealing a few glances at him. When she saw that they were moving further and further away from the party, she turned to him with a quizzical look. “Where are you going?” she asked. This got Spike to look up at her, she could now fully see the dark circles under his eyes.

“I have to head home and clean the library, and than I'm going to go take nap. It's not easy being dragon-napped again when you haven't even woken up yet,” he said with a light chuckle. This got a chuckle from the cellist as well, both parties now giggling quietly at Vinyl's overly enthusiastic actions.

“That dose sound like quite the ordeal,” Octavia mused before looking to Spike again. “Would you appreciate some help?” she asked lightly. Spike felt his body lighten as if somepony had used magic to levitate him.

“That would be awesome!” he said before wrapping his arms around her neck and hugging her. The show of affection caught Octavia off guard, her face turning very flush before her hoof instinctively wrapped around the dragon to embrace him. “Thanks Octavia,” he said softly before nuzzling her cheek. The affectionate nuzzle stopped when the young drake realized just what he was doing. Instantly his face turned beat red and he released the mare from his grasp. Moving away slightly as to give her some room. He chuckled nervously for a few moments before squeaking out an apology. “Sorry about that, I got a little excited. No pony usually helps me clean the library,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Well, Twilight dose sometimes, but that's usually on Re-shelving day...and that usually lasts a few days,” he said. His smile turning to a light grimace and shiver as he recalled the last re-shelving day. It took 3 days, 3 days of his life he would never get back. Arguing had taken up a majority of the first day; a bitter dispute between alphabetical order and the Dewey Decimal system. Spike felt himself ripped back to reality, finding that they had arrived at the library. “Huh...when did we get back here so fast?” he asked aloud before standing up on the tips of his toes to grab the door handle.

As the door creaked open, the smell of old and musty tomes hit the two. It was not as abrasive as the stench of garbage or decomposing filth, but rather the smell of written words, hundreds of hours, and the deepest pools of knowledge. Spike took in the rich book scented air before releasing that same breath in a rather blissful sigh. “Gotta love the smell of books,” he said with a smile. Octavia placed a hoof to her chin as she suppressed a giggle. Spike lead the mare in, this being one of the few times she had ever ventured into the library. Her eyes scanned the rather generous amount of shelves that held multitudes of books. And though at times it was a bit on the finer side, she could differently make out where the books had become rather dusty.

“So, what will we be handling today?” she asked looking to the dragon as he lead her in. She was indeed curious as to what his usual routine was.

“Well, considering the amount of dust,” he began after dragging a finger against a book's spine, “Dusting would probably be a good bet,” he finished. Looking back at her, he had to remember just how many of each cleaning supply he had. He knew he had bugged Twilight about getting sets rather than individuals. So hopefully their were two of each item, or at least dusters. Octavia continued looking through the books, each section clearly labeled and each book spine facing any onlooker. During a scan of another section, her eyes fell upon the piano. A soft hum played in her throat as she approached it and touched the polished wood. Her smile only growing a little more giddy as she looked over some of the sheet music that rested on it's top. She used her hoof and fetlock to look over and push some of the pages aside, effectively missing the engraved plaque that lay on it's side. Musical notes were far more interesting. Something about this peace struck her. The more she looked over the notes, the more she felt this welling feeling building within her chest. This almost soul sucking hole that refused to be ignored. Why, why was she feeling this? Her eyes darted around the room for a moment, but could only see a murky blackness. This feeling, where had it taken her? Unfortunately, these feelings did not waver. In fact, they seemed to amplify. She could hear each note stuck on the keys. This somber feeling melody conveyed so much sadness, so much self loathing. Her forelegs wrapped around the barrel of her chest, trying desperately to keep her faculties about her. She hadn't even realized how tightly her eyes were shut until she felt something against her side.

“Octavia, are you ok!?” Spike's voice called out to her. Immediately, her eyes opened. Pupils small, but soon dilated. Her body was lightly trembling, her heart ache steadily fading as she gradually made her way back to reality. When her body turned towards the drake, wayward tears ran down her face at the slightest of movement. The dragon saw this and reacted as quickly as he could. He ran from the room as fast as his legs could carry him to the kitchen. Snatching a cloth from a drying rack, he sprinted right back to Octavia. Her body was still trembling and her eyes were still leaking the coming tears. “What happened? I was only gone for a second?” he asked. Concern and worry laced his words as he took the cloth and dabbed it along the corners of her eyes, doing everything he could to help collect those strands of moisture.

“I...I don't know...I was just,” she spoke. Her voice was quivering, as if she was on the verge of crying. Instead of letting her finish, the dragon simply pulled her down into him. His arms wrapped warmly around her neck as he stroked the back of her head and only spoke in soothing words of relaxation. Her eyes closed, her foreleg gently wrapping around him. This song. This melody. It was something that artists can only do maybe once in their life. And it may be over a stretch of songs, or just one. But regardless, it is their truest emotion. Wither it be of self or of others. The cellist could feel it deep within her core. This was Spike's soul. It lay bare on those simple sheets of parchment for the world to see if they could decode it. It took a few moments, but her trembling ceased. And after assuring Spike that she was alright, he released her. There were a few sniffles from the mare, but she had indeed recovered from her emotion burst. The issue was never pressed on what had happened to make Octavia react the way she did, Spike taking it as sometimes a pony just needs to open up. After a brief period of calming chat, the two did set to work. In his travels to the supply closet, he had indeed found both dusters. And since Octavia could not use magic, he opted to use the rolling ladder while she dusted the lower sections. Working with someone made the task so much easier than Spike could remember. Usually, it was just him doing most, if not all of the heavy lifting when it came to cleaning. But, sure as the sun rises, they finished in a rather swift fashion.

“Ahhhh...that's a good lookin' library if I do say so myself,” the drake said with a smile. Octavia smiled softly at his light boasting. Though she had to admit, the library did look good. “Well, I don't know about you, but I need a nap,” Spike said raising his arms to the sky, stretching out his body a little to the point of audible cracking. The cellist could only giggle softly at him. However he was right. He had been awake for quite some time if Vinyl was to be believed. Her as well. Where did that mare find her boundless energy?

“Should I leave you to rest than Spike?” Octavia asked as she moved over to the couch. She hopped up relatively easily as Spike made his way over. Octavia noticed that the sounds of his feet were more or less soft scratching noises in comparison to the ever noticeable clip clop of hooves.

“Yeah, I probably should, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about first,” he said as he passed her by to the desk that he now shared with Twilight. “I wanted to go over a few songs we could play during that benefit,” he said grabbing a quill and parchment. Octavia thought for a few moments before nodding her agreement.

“Excellent idea. But after we get a few notes down, I would very much like you to get some rest,” she said with a soft expression. Spike nodded, getting himself situated on the couch next to her. The two musicians began to talk shop; Spike writing down their ideas while Octavia gave them. The ideas ranged from just some light arrangements to even preforming covers of other well known songs. In some of these moments of speech, Spike often found himself stealing the the occasional glance at the lips of the cellist. They looked so soft, and they were soft. Incredibly soft as a matter of speaking. The bitter sweet feeling of almost kissing her had not left his mind, and it wasn't going to for some time now. Even though they were talking about the music they would play, his mind seemed to wander to the music he wanted to make. He wanted to make her something. Something special, something from his heart. But what could it be? A hand written letter; express himself through crafty word play and thought out metaphors? That was one way, but what if that method was played out, or considered cheesy? That wouldn't work out. It had to be perfect. The perfect way to convey how he felt, and how he felt like their relationship was slowly turning into something more.

“Yes, that arrangement would work rather lovely. ...Spike? Don't tell me you're falling asleep on me,” Octavia asked looking to the rather distracted drake. Spike found himself gazing off into the farthest reaches of oblivion before she pulled him back. Maybe he was a little too tired after all.

“Sorry about that, what were you saying?” he asked looking to her. Octavia simply rolled her eyes lightly before restating what she had just finished saying.

“Well, I have a rather wonderful duet melody that we could play. It's about a half hour long, and we should be able to take short breaks between sets to rest our hooves. Or in your case, claws,” she said with a small smile. Spike entertained the idea for a few moments before writing it to the already expansive list.

“Got it. We have about 2 hours worth of music on here already. That should be enough,” he said looking over their notes. He felt a soft cheek press up against his own as he was looking over his notes. Apparently Octavia was rather comfortable with getting into the dragon's personal bubble of space, he head resting rather softly on his shoulder. Spike kept his focus on the paper, showing her all that he had written. Before he could speak however, the sound of the overhead bell rung and broke the serene grace of the library. The voices that followed were of friends rather than patrons. Looking over the back of the couch, Spike and Octavia observed Rainbow Dash, Twilight, and Rarity file into the library.

“Man that party was good,” Rainbow breathed. She was in a relaxed stance; “laying” on her back as she hovered above the ground. Righting her posture, she touched down and trotted over to the couch. “Hey Spike. I didn't know you could play the piano,” she said with a bit of a glow in her cheeks. The smell of much harder cider was on her breath and the dragon could smell it. He didn't shrink away from the scent. As a matter of fact he and Twilight usually would have a glass each before bed to help them sleep better. Twilight had said it was a good sleep aid or something like that, but Spike always figured it was more or less to help Twi relax after a day of studying.

“Yup, I sure can. And I'm pretty good at it,” he boasted before crossing his arms over his chest and smirking. Rainbow's rather half lidded gaze was now accompanied by a smirk. She wrapped her hoof around the drake and pulled him into a playful embrace before rubbing his head with her free hoof.

“Gonna be a wise guy huh?” she asked giving the dragon a nuggie. He squirmed to break free but the weather mare's grip was too much.

“Uncle! Uncle!” he cried out between chuckles. The two began to laugh a little more. The atmosphere of the room now bright and full of playful laughter. The cellist watched and smiled at the antics of the two, only for the mood to be shifted once more.

“Please Rainbow Dash, must you rough up Spikey after he preformed so wonderfully?” Rarity asked as she approached the two. Rainbow looked to Rarity and than at Spike for a moment. Giving him a quick hug, she released him.

“You worry way too much. Not like he's gonna ditch you again,” Rainbow said. Clearly this semi-filterless Dash was not to well received by the fashion mare. Taking high offense to the statement, she took hold of the dragon within her azure magic and pulled him into her open hooves. She gently began to stroke the spot that Rainbow had been playfully assaulting.

“Spikey and I have worked through our differences and are back as we were. Isn't that right Spike?” she asked. Spike looked up at her, confused at first as to why she had decided to word it quite like that, and as to why she was stroking his head.

“Yeah, I guess,” he said rather apathetically. His tone was lost on the mare, who simply expressed her agreement in a rather haughty fashion.

“Now, I would like to borrow you for a few hours again. I need to put the finishing touches on Fancy Pants' suit and I need just the right color gems,” Rarity seemed to request of the tired dragon. Before he could say no though, somepony else spoke up for him.

“Actually, Miss Rarity. Spike was going to go take a nap,” Octavia said. She had left her perch on the couch and had walked over to the group. She stood next to Twilight, who had just been observing the situation. The lavender unicorn looked to Spike with a interested gaze. Spike did look tired, and he was taken from the library early. “Spike was rather rudely awoken today, and I think it would do him some good to get a bit of rest before he did anything else. He did insist on taking care of his morning chores as soon as he got back here,” Octavia explained. Rarity gave the mare a rather irritated gaze for a few moments before looking down at Spike.

“Please, if he was as exhausted as you say, than he would not have preformed at all today,” Rarity said as if being an authority on the drake's working and sleeping habits. Already the tension in the are was beginning to thicken as Octavia narrowed her gaze at Rarity.

“Alright, if you don't want to take my word for it, why don't you just ask him?” she suggested. To be perfectly honest, the idea hadn't even crossed Spike's mind. She was still running on the assumption that Spike would just do. Continue to behave much like he had when he was trying to gain her interest.

“Octavia is right,” Spike finally said. Untangling himself from Rarity, he looked to the white unicorn and gave her a rather stern look. “I really didn't sleep all that well to begin with, and I was dragged out in the morning. I'm really tired,” he said rather firmly.

“Oh, well of course a nap would be in your best interests,” Rarity confirmed. “If that is what you need Spikey, than please do go an rest,” Rarity said with a firm nod.

“I need to be going as well. I should probably help Vinyl get her equipment and things back home. I'll drop off some sheet music for you while you are resting Spike,” Octavia said with a soft smile to the dragon. He returned it with earnest. Octavia said her goodbyes to the others before heading out the door. As Spike turned to head up the stairs, he could clearly hear the conversation that followed Octavia's departure.

“There is something I do not like about that mare,” Rarity admitted aloud. Twilight narrowed her eyes towards the fashion mare while Rainbow just cocked an eyebrow rather confused.

“What's not to like? She seems pretty cool to me,” Rainbow mused, putting her two bits in.

“She has been nothing but a positive influence on Spike over the past few weeks. Helping him develop and grow as a musician is something I can't do. Not to mention giving him little confidence boosts to play more,” Twilight added.

“Well that's all well and good on the surface, but what do we know about her really? She plays the cello and she rooms with Vinyl Scratch. And, if the rumors are to be believed, the two use to be a couple not too long ago. And have you seen the way she gives me such stares? If I didn't know any better I think she felt threatened by me,” Rarity proclaimed. Her case was not invalid. The cellist having made it rather clear at the party that day that she had a rather noticeable disdain for the mare. Twilight could only shake her head lightly.

“Maybe you are just judging her before you even get to know her,” Twilight suggested.

“Oh please darling. I have been around enough mares to know all the signs of a threatened mare. Clearly she has thoughts regarding our little Spike. Perhaps even manipulating the poor dear's feelings to better suit her own goals and carrier. It would help having a contact with Princess Celestia,” Rarity mused aloud. The more she talked, the more it caused Spike to grit his teeth. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to march right back down the stairs and tell Rarity not to talk about his friend like that. But something was holding him back. Doubt. As perfect as everything had been going, what if there was a catch? What if, these feelings that she had for him were just another lead on?

“That's enough,” Twilight said firmly, grabbing the attention of all within hearing range. “Are you even listening to yourself? Spike is by far one of the best judges of character I have ever known. And if he trusts Octavia, than she must be something special,” Twilight said. Her annoyance was rather apparent in her speech as she reprimanded Rarity. For some reason, that made Spike smile. It allowed hope to fill his heart again. That was the highest or praises that he could have received in a time of uncertainty. And with that, he realized what he could do. He got an idea, and it was going to be a good one.

"Well be that as it may Twilight, I still do not trust her. And with Spike laying down for some time I will have to hurry back to the boutique to start working on his and Fancy's suits," Rarity said as she turned to head out the door. Rainbow wasn't too far behind, bidding Twilight a good afternoon as she flew out the door. Now alone with her over the library. She was proud that Spike always made sure his tasks were complete and that he took pride in his work. Using her magic, she picked up a few odds and ends, namely a broom and duster that had been left out after the dragon's cleaning stint. Approaching her desk, Twilight noticed the sheet music and lyrics for Spike's first song Luv Sic. Though the spelling still irritated her, she looked it over and read the lyrics aloud to herself. The metaphors were not lost on her, but the more she read the lyrics the title began to make sense.

"But that doesn't make sense," she said aloud. Flipping back to the first page with the title, she examined the spelling once more. Every time she read the second word, she felt herself instinctively putting a small accent on it. With a small internal click, she went to the shelves of the library, looking for one language in particular. A ways away from the library, Octavia was silently walking through Ponyville. Her course was set on home, her body more or less set on autopilot. Within her mind was another story. In particular, she was thinking about Rarity. She had a bit of nerve to just expect Spike to fall in line like that. The poor dear was tired and needed some measure of good sleep. Not to mention his own responsibilities that he had. Alas she had chosen the best course of action, letting Spike defend himself and have him stand up. That actually did her heart a bit of good seeing her Drake-friend put that mare in her place. At that thought, her body stopped and the term played in her head over and over again. Drake-friend. That's what she had just refereed to him as. Biting her lower lip out of nervousness, she contemplated that thought. 'Well he is a wingless dragon, making him a drake...and he is my friend. So the use of the term is accurate, but...' she trailed off as she released a sigh. As she continued to walk rather cluelessly, she failed to hear the sound of a cart pulling up along side her. Or the oh so subtle voice of her roommate calling her name. Vinyl looked at Octavia for a few moments to try and figure out how to snap her loose. Air horn? Nah, way too cliche. Cymbals? Nope, didn't have em. Mulling this over a little longer, she got an idea. Her horn glowed as it filled with magic. The spell was basic, just levitation, directed at Tavi's back legs. The aforementioned appendages continued their mindless steps as they connected with the ground less and less. Soon, the cellist's behind was held high off the ground and suddenly dropped. With a shrill of panic, Octavia returned to this world and glared in all directions to find the source of her torment. Seeing Vinyl did little to sway her annoyance.

"Having a good laugh?" She asked with a hint of venom in her speech. Vinyl could Only wipe the corners of her eyes as she righted her stance a little.

"Actually yeah," she said between chuckles. With a glare and roll of her eyes, Octavia continued on the path home with Vinyl in tow. Once back at the house, Vinyl set her cart up in its proper place before heading up to her room. "Tavi, what do you wanna do for lunch?" She called from her room. Using her magic, she opened the door to her closet. A layer of dust, pluming from the stuck doors seeing how little shy actually used the storage area. After a few coughs, she began searching for something she had tucked away.

"We have pasta and oats if you want to stay in!" Octavia called from the kitchen. Coincidentally she had gone to the kitchen to get a small drink. She examined some of the other items in their fridge, spotting some apples, oranges, and other such vegetables and fruits.

"Pull out them oats! I got a cravin'!"vinyl called out from the upper level once more. Octavia only smiled and rolled her eyes as she snagged the item in question. It was hard to believe that it was just a day away from the event. They would spend tomorrow traveling and the following day practicing before it started. The thought actually reminded her that she still had to get the sheet music to the resting drake. She looked to the oats in her fetlock and set them down before going upstairs to her own room. The interior was so much more well kept than Vinyl's. Everything was straight and orderly, pictures of her parents resting on her dresser, and her cello situated in the corner near the window resting upon it's stand. Going over to her desk, she opened one of the drawers and began pushing her muzzle through some of the folders or sheet music. Pulling forth a few choice Selections, she carefully carried them in her teeth to her saddle bags. Sometimes she was more envious of Spike than infatuated. Having fingers to carefully comb through papers and carry without potentially drooling on the objects must be nice. As she placed the papers into her bag, she remembered their trip to Canterlot. When he spent a few seconds running his claw along her cheek. Just recalling it seemed to send a soft tremble through her body. Touching her cheek with her hoof, she could only smile a little at the pleasing feeling. Letting those feelings slip by, she took care to get her saddle bags down to the living room. Setting them down, she wanted to get something to eat before she actually went to drop off the materials for spike.

Venturing back to the kitchen, she saw Vinyl slaving over the stove with her headphones on. With a soft chuckle, Octavia went into the fridge and pulled out the apple juice. Sweet Apple Acres always made the best apple products this side of Equestria.

"Not too much longer. So we are heading out tomorrow morning or afternoon?" Vinyl asked. "Cause if we hit the morning it gives us a night in the castle or where ever we set up to relax for a while," she reasoned.

"Well that sounds sense able. Ample time to freshen up before getting to our appointments," Octavia said pouring herself a glass of the refreshing liquid. "I'll be sure to inform Spike when I go to visit him later on," she said taking a sip. Vinyl nodded her head and continued to cook lunch. After a little while to eat and let the meal settle, Octavia excused herself to go visit Spike. Vinyl gave her usual hammy lines about making out and making kissy faces, but those comments were met with a scowl and tinge of a blush. on the mare in question's cheeks. She knew not a great deal of time had passed, but getting the music delivered sooner gave him more time to work with it rather than later. Leaving her home once more, the cellist walked across town to the library. It sure seemed she was getting her work out in fir the day considering she lived quite a ways away. By the time she made it to her destination, if was already well into the afternoon.

Observing the open sign, she pushed t g e door open and began to walk inside. She could hear some voices within, probably a patron checking out something new. Making her way to where Twilight's desk was, the voices came in a bit clearer

"Are you sure you don't need more sleep?" Twilight asked. From the sound of it, Spike most have gotten up a lot sooner than she had anticipated.

“I told you when I woke up, a cat nap was all I needed," the drake said as he released a yawn. "Besides, I need to try something. Mind being my audience?" He asked. The sounds of his claws on the floor made it out that he was heading for the piano.

'A work in progress maybe?' Octavia asked herself as she listened in.

"Is this something for a special somepony? Maaaaaaybe Octavia?" Twilight teased. That statement forced a blush to rip across the cellist's muzzle. Why Twilight would even joke about such a thing was beyond her. But with all the fleeting and swirling moments the two had shared, maybe-

"Yeah, it is," Spike said. Not only was Twilight caught off guard, but as was Octavia. Her heart began pounding away at her chest, trying to escape it's confines desperately. Her eyes remained fixated on door frame that lead to where the piano was kept. Breathing had ceased as she waited for what was to come, her heart stopping it's thunderous thumping as she heard the piano stool move along the ground.

"I call it...well, Luv Letter," he said meekly. Twilight situated herself on a cushion and waited for him to begin. With a low sigh, the drake began. The proceeding keg strokes made the world fall out from around them. For Octavia, all there was was a clear blue sky and the sound of his key strokes on the wind. Beneath her lay the cool grass of a world familiar to her. A tree sat idle, leaves blowing in the wind as the sun rained down golden radiance across the world. It's warmth surrounding her in a tight embrace. The level of comfort and just over all affection was amazing to say the least. But like all things, it felt like it was ending far too quickly. As the notes began to slow, she could feel a pair of loving arms wrap around her neck and hold her gently. Looking to the source of the new sensation, she saw the drake. He was smiling sincerely at her. His mouth opened as if to speak, a whisper swept away by the gale of reality. Touching her cheek with her hoof, Octavia could only feel the warm tears that were now collecting on her cheeks.

"So, what do you think?" Spike asked looking over to Twilight. She two was letting tears flow from her eyes. A smile on her muzzle as she wiped at her tear streaks.

"She will love it," the unicorn said as she got up and approached her brother. Giving him a gentle hug that he returned, she looked him over. "Why don't you go make lunch while I watch the library," she suggested. With a simple nod and another soft squeeze, the dragon hopped off his stool and headed to the kitchen. Twilight watched him walk away and than at the piano. This was one of the best things to happen to the drake. Touching the polished wood, she could not smile anymore than she already was. "I hope Octavia likes this song as much as I do," she said heading towards the front room. Walking in through the walk way, her eyes locked on Octavia, who was still trying to control her tears. "I stand confirmed," Twilight said softly.

"I...I...." Octavia tried. Before she could form a real sentence, she saw twilight bring a hoof to her lips. She nodded and tried her best to calm down.

"Spike is making lunch. Is there something you needed?" She asked gently. Octavia nodded, motioning to her saddle bags.

"I brought over the sheet music we had spoken about earlier," she said in a soft tone.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to tell Spike you stopped by while he was sleeping," Twilight said in a similar hush as her magic encased the saddle bags and pulled forth the music.

"Twilight, why are you keeping my being here quiet?" She Octavia asked gently. Twilight smiled before looking back to the kitchen.

"Because, that song was made for you and is suppose to be a surprise. Also," she said with a sincere smile. "You have done a lot to help him through everything. And if anything, I trust you," Twilight said. Octavia was about to speak when the air seemed to chill for a moment. "But if you break his heart, they won't find you in the Everfree forest," she said coldly. On that note, Octavia thanked her silently and through a few stammers told her that they would be catching a morning train to get to Canterlot. After that, the cellist left the house, now both scared and happy at the same time.

Time seemed to go by quickly for the rest of the day. Rarity swung by the library to give the drake his suit and chitchat with Twilight. Octavia and Vinyl packed up their belongings and made ready for the coming trip. And then there was Spike, diligently working his piano to make sure he had his pieces down. All on all, it was a good day that soon slipped into the lull of night. Preparations were finished, and all that was left was the travel. But no real pressure right? Spike contemplated this as he lay in his bed that night. His body was telling him to sleep, but the young dragon could not quell his mind. Thoughts of his crush and their soon to be performance. Not only that, but finishing his letter to her.

"That all can wait a little longer. I just want to get through the next two days," he said softly before rolling over and trying to find his sweet spot on his bed.

Why does it always feel like you can never get enough sleep when you have to wake up? That thought shot through the dragon's mind as he heard his alarm clock go off. It was before the dawn, apparent from the deep blue sky that still lingered in the sky. With a loud grunt, the dragon forced himself from his comfy place and walked across the room. He could still hear Twilight sawing a few logs of sleep from her bed. "Lucky," he grumbled under his breath. His bags were packed and neatly placed by the door as he had left then last night. With one last look back to Twilight, he walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "See you in a few days," he said gently before leaving.

There was something to be said about the crisp morning air. It held a soft chill to it, as if the world had grown cold without the sun's embrace. But at the same time, it felt so clean, so pure. It was refreshing and invigorating. Feeling a bit more of a spring in his step, Spike could only smile and hum softly to himself as he went to the train station. It was far from a stressful trip. Unlike the first time he was not tense or stolen. Sitting down after getting his ticket, he pulled out a pencil and parchment. He needed to make sure they were set in the castle once more. With a quick ask of permission, he sent the letter off and awaited his response.

“You're early. Good to see I wasn't the only one who couldn't really rest all that much,” the gentle voice of Octavia called out. Turning his attention, Spike saw the cellist bringing forth her belongings in a cart that could very easily be stowed away. She gave the drake a pleasant smile as she unhooked her self from it and sat down next to him.

“Yeah, I knew I needed to get here a little early just to make sure I caught the right train. Twilight told me you stopped by yesterday. I got the sheet music by the way,” he said with a smile patting his bag that held most of his belongings.

“Splendid. Than all we have now is just the wait and to get some manner of practice in,” she commented. This earned her a soft smile from the dragon as they slipped into a comfortable quiet. They didn't really avoid each other's gaze, more focusing simply on the stillness of the world around them. But through that silence was birthed a soft humming. As gentle as the wind on the leaves, Spike began humming the tune to their second collaboration. Hearing his humming get a little louder, Octavia soon started to harmonize with him. Humming her part just as silently as he was. The longer this went on, the louder they grew, until it became vocalization. Their singing voices almost in sync as the sang the same notes but in different pitches. Eyes closed and lost to the world around them, they made their sweet melody grow more and more. And with each moment, they found themselves growing closer and closer. On one last movement, a claw came into contact with a hoof. Their eyes opened, looking into the other's. The picture so clear to them, the reflection of themselves in the other's gaze. She was staring at him, and he at her. The feeling of a claw gently stroking the hoof made it's self apparent to the cellist, but she didn't mind it. Just as the pianist didn't mind the fetlock now holding onto his claw. They had been here before; this feeling of their worlds wordlessly in sync with one another. The flow of time slowing to a crawl, the familiar rush from beating hearts quickening their pace. But this time, under the brilliant rays of Celestia's golden sun, there was nothing to stop them. Nothing to detract from what may or may not transpire. Though that brought about a question; who would move first? Mustering some form of courage, the dragon spoke.

“Octavia?” he asked on a whisper. A soft glint to her eye showed that she had heard him. Silently urging him to continue. “I...I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I just...” he said trying to find the words. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart pulsing loud enough that she could hear it. “I...I...” he stammered gently. His words were failing him. He was floundering. But what could he say, what words could possibly express the sensations that were running through his head. With every scrap of courage he could muster, he pressed his lips to her's. His eyes closed as he surrendered this one time to what he desired. What he wanted more than anything. The stunned expression on the mare's face was only there for a moment before vanishing and melting into a pool of total relaxation. She pressed back. Her suspicions right about the feeling of his lips. They were soft, warm, inviting. With a hesitant hoof, she wrapped it around his neck and drew him in. The kiss seemed to last far shorter than they wanted it to, but all the same it was just right. The touch ended, their lips separating as they took in soft breaths. Their foreheads pressed gently together as they took in life sustaining air.

“Spike...” Octavia said gently. She could feel him shift, his eyes looking up to her with a half lidded expression. “There is something I want to tell you,” she said softly. His eyes glinted gently in the morning light causing her to smile. “But I don't know how to say it just yet. When all of this is done and over with, I want to talk to you about this. Will you wait for me, just for a little while longer?” she asked gently. With the softest of smiles, the dragon within her grasp could only muster a light chuckle.

“As long as it's not 'I'm not into dragons', I think I can wait,” he said gently

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, but with this chapter now out, and a bit of a positive response, i have opened a Patreon account. It's still rough around the edges, but i'll be sure to work on that page and make it look pretty. here is the link to that if you so wish to donate https://patreon.com/Spiralflame , but with that being said, have a great day everyone

Part 1

It was a cool autumn day in Ponyville. The chilled winds blew through the changing leaves of the library, creating a steady and soothing rustling as it passed. The sound carried to the ears of the inhabitants who seemed to be calmed and bore soft smiles because of the natural melody. The librarian, Twilight Sparkle, looked up from her notes and took notice of the sound. Her lavender eyes closing for a few moments as she inhaled deeply, finding renewed strength of will to push through her continued studies. On the lower level of the tree house home, Spike swept about the interior as he normally would, humming a gentle tune to himself as he normally would. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander slightly. His thoughts taking shape into a set of ivory and ebony keys that he felt oh so familiar with. He smiled inwardly and reopened his eyes. A smile adorned his maw and he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a quill, ink, and parchment as he went. Inspiration had struck him. Seating himself at the table, he started to jot down a few words. Every so often putting the quill to his cheek in contemplation as he pondered the next words to be written. His mind buzzed slightly as a flood of inward melody assailed his mind, bringing a bigger smile, and the need for more parchment. Scribbling notes and keys for what he believed would sound ideal. His happy train of thought however was short lived as his surrogate sister walked into the kitchen. The sound of her hooves ushering in her arrival

“Hey there Spike,” she called casually as she approached him. The small dragon turned in his seat and smiled at the lavender unicorn, his emerald green eyes catching her warm gaze with one of his own.

“Oh, hey Twilight. How’s the studying going?” he asked inquisitively. Twilight smiled and then sighed heavily looking at her #1 assistant.

“It’s all complicated spell application and theory. It’s pretty routine stuff,” she remarked. She noticed the parchments scattered along the table, some filled with words, others with music notes and rhythms. She looked back to Spike, who was back to scribbling down more words and notes. “And what are you up to?” she asked curiously. Spike’s attention remained on his writing as he answered her question.

“Well, I kind of had this melody stuck in my head for a little while, so I figure I get it down on paper so I don’t forget it,” he said as he finished jotting down the last few notes. He picked the pages up and looked them over, satisfied with what he had written. He sighed lightly and smiled. He set the stack aside and stood up. “Well I’m gonna get lunch started,” he said. He got up and waddled his way over to the stove, lighting it up and setting a pot out to boil. Twilight smiled and lit up her horn, her magical aura radiating around her horn and the stack of papers. She picked them up with her magical grip and carried them to the living room. She glanced at the title he had written down

“Luv Sic,” she said aloud. She wondered as to why he had written the title incorrectly. Fighting off the urge to correct the spelling, Twilight set the papers down on the coffee table and headed back into the kitchen, where Spike was making pasta. Twilight looked toward the clock, noticing that it was a little past 1 P.M.

“Hey Spike, I can watch the water, could you head to Quills and Sofas and pick up some more quills for me?” she asked. Spike took his attention away from the pot just as he was about to add the pasta.

“Umm, sure, I guess I can do that,” he said with a hesitant nod. He really didn’t feel comfortable leaving Twilight with the food, especially after what had happened the last time. His body trembled remembering having to clean the stove with a heavy duty bristle brush to get rid of burn and scorch marks. He shook it off and gave twilight a light hug before heading out the door. On his way, he grabbed the first sheet of paper and inspected the lyrics as he walked. Stepping out into the streets of Ponyville, the amethyst dragon walked with divided attention. Half focused on where he was walking, and the other half on the words he had laid down on the paper. As his attention wandered to the latter, he didn’t notice the pony he was about to walk into. The two collided in a rather comical fashion, both being thrown slightly back from the unexpected collision. Spike, rubbed his head slightly and opened his eyes slightly to see who he had run into. Before him was a goldish gray mare with a deep gray mane. She rubbed her head with her hoof before looking at the one who had knocked into her.

“My apologies. I was rather lost in thought,” she said softly. Her eyes were a light mulberry pink, which caught the drake off guard.

“N-n-no, it was my fault,” he said getting to his feet. He helped her up and she smiled sweetly at him. Spike smiled too, but then realized he had dropped his paper. “Oh man, where did it go?” he asked to himself looking for the sheet. The mare looked at him and then to the ground. She noticed the parchment and picked it up with her hoof. She glanced over the words quickly, but then started to read them. the words, while simple, conveyed a light sense of how love felt. Spike turned to see her with the sheet and approached her.

“Um, can I have that back?” he asked. She looked him over. He was the baby dragon known from around Canterlot and Ponyville. His emerald eyes looked pleadingly. The mare smiled softly.

“Did you write this young dragon?” she asked, her pink eyes looking directly at him. For some reason, here gaze made his cheeks warm under his scales. He shifted a little where he stood and averted his gaze a little.

“Umm yes,” he said meekly. The mare smiled and looked back at the paper. Then back to him

“Well this is a most interesting piece. If you don’t mind my asking, how did you come up with such interesting lyrics?” she asked. Spike felt more nervous about it now. He continued to shift slightly where he was standing.

“Well ugh, I um,” he stuttered a bit. His mouth felt slightly dry as he forced a long gulp down before explaining. “I sorta have this melody stuck in my head for a little while and I wanted to just write it down,” he said looking at his feet while talking. “I play the piano from time to time, so I can read and write a little,” he explained fidgeting. The mare grew increasingly more interested in the dragon as he explained himself.

“I see. If it isn’t too much to ask, could I hear this song of yours?” she asked. Spike turned his up at her with a confused look on his face.

“You wanna hear it?” he asked in slight disbelieve.

“Why yes, I would actually,” she replied. She smiled and then a quick flash of shock washed over her face before giving way to a warm smile once more. “I’m sorry, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Octavia,” she said placing a hoof on her chest. Spike felt his face warm again and nodded.

“M-my name is Spike,” he said with a nervous smile. Octavia smiled and nodded.

“A pleasure Spike,” she said warmly. The small dragon smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Likewise. Anyway, I have to grab something from the quill shop before anything else. Is there someplace you want to meet at? Hopefully with a piano,” he said looking away from her nervously. The rustling of paper broke his shifting gaze and directed it to Octavia once more.

“Of course. Please come to the Ponyville Lounge when you are ready. I will be waiting there,” she said before turning and trotting away.

“Got it! I will see you there!” he shouted back to her. He waved for a few seconds before running to the quill shop and grabbing Twilight’s order. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he returned to the library in time to see the pot of water on fire and a panicking Twilight trying desperately to put it out. Spike lowered his head and sighed.

“You had one job Twilight,” he said under his breath. He placed the sheet of paper on top of the others and walked into the kitchen. Twilight looked back to see Spike and tried to give an excuse.

“Spike! I was just, and the thing, with the water, and the book I was reading and,” she spewed out in rapid succession.

“Let me guess, you got wrapped up in a book, didn’t notice the water burning, the pot got too hot and set some of the paper towels on fire,” he said. Twilight smiled nervously as the drake walked up to the fire. He grabbed the pot and pushed it into sink, running a good deal of water over the towels and pot. He looked back at Twilight who just smiled nervously. Spike shook his head slightly and went back into the main room.

“I’m goin’ out for a while. Be back later,” he called from the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

“The Ponyville lounge. A mare I bumped into wants to listen to the song I wrote. Plus it gives me a chance to play again,” he called back, and with that he was out the door. It took a few minutes more than it should have, but the baby dragon eventually found his way to the lounge. Pushing the door open he walked in slowly. The room was dimly lit with very low set lights and candles. The only real beacon of light in the room came from the center stage. “Wow, I’ve never been in here before,” Spike mused to himself. As his eyes scanned the room he, noticed a piano sitting to the left of the stage. His eyes widened and he smiled happily moving over to it with a bit more spring in his step. Setting his papers down on a table nearby, he approached the large instrument. Placing a claw along the cover of the keys, he felt a soft swelling in his chest as the feeling of the grain on his scales. He looked around sheepishly, as if he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to. With the coast clear of anypony in the immediate area, he lifted the cover concealing the keys. He smiled softly seeing the ivory and ebony keys. “It’s been a while,” he said lightly. He sat down at the on the bench and tested the keys. The pleasant melodies rang through the building, causing him to smile wider. With a giddy look on his face, Spike cracked his knuckles and began to play. The melodies painting pictures in his mind as his fingers moved in gentle succession over the keys. He played for quite a few moments until he felt satisfied with the sounds.

“Still got it. Now, let’s try this out,” he said turning to the papers on the table. He grabbed the lyrics as well as the notes and set them on the display. He sat silently for a few seconds reading over the lyrics. Placing his claws over the keys, he paused. Inhaling deeply, he began to sing. the words flowing as he sang with enough energy to have the music and his voice carry through the room. Though pleased with the melody and the lyrics, Spike felt it was missing something. Something to give it more weight. He stopped singing before the chorus and looked over his notes.

“Hmm, it needs base,” he said looking at his notes with a critical eye. As he stared, he couldn’t help but hear something. Hoof steps, as well as wheels against the tiled floor of the building. He turned in his chair to see the mare from earlier trotting towards him. A cart attached to her back, pulling a large case.

“Well, that is what I was expecting from the lyrics I read,” she said. She detached the cart and used her teeth to lift the case from it. “Though I must admit, it sounds as if it is missing a few things,” she said opening her case and revealing a cello. “May I join you?” she asked setting the instrument on the stage near the piano. Spike just nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed that someone had heard him playing. She started to use her bow against the strings of the cello, making the much needed base line that the song needed. Spike smiled and started playing the piano part once more. Repeating the lyrics he had sang before, adding the hook after the last words were spoken.

“Cause the beat plus the melody makes me speak of L-O-V-E eloquently so evidently,” he sang with a smile. As he repeated the hook, a second voice joined him.

“Cause our beat plus your melody makes me speak of L-O-V-E eloquently most defiantly,” Octavia sang along with him. Spike stopped playing for a few moments to take in the earth pony before him. He felt his heart begin to flutter slightly as he watched her play. The mare looked at him and smiled lightly. The young drake felt his face warm at the sight of such a simple smile as her’s.

“I do believe that helped quite a bit,” she said with a grin. Spike simply nodded dumbly as he tried to refocus on playing.

“Yeah, though I think it needs something to help carry. A beat would be good,” he said keeping his eyes on the notes in front of him. Octavia placed a hoof to her chin and thought for a few moments.

“Well, I know of somepony who could provide a few beats. Though I’m not certain she will take a liking to this kind a melody,” She said. Her eyes lowered in thought, as if regretting the attempt to raise Spike’s hopes. Spike perked up at the news and looked past his notes.

“Do you think we can give it a shot anyway? Even if she says no, we can at the very least try,” he said hopping down from his stool. Octavia sighed and nodded.

“ I doubt she is even awake right now. Well, let’s find out,” she said. She left her cello set up and walked off of the stage. She looked back at Spike, who was still just standing by the piano. “Coming?” she asked. This seemed to knock Spike out of whatever trance he was in. He shook his head a little bit and then followed after her quickly. The two exited the building and headed down the street. Walking silently, Spike stole a few glances at Octavia as they walked.

She’s really nice. And she has a really nice mane and coat, he thought to himself. And those eyes, never seen any like those. They kinda remind me of blossoms.

“Is there something on my face?” she asked. Once again, Spike was in a trance and he had been caught staring. He snapped to attention and averted his gaze again. Looking straight.

“Oh, um no. I was just um, thinking,” he said shifting his gaze back and forth from the mare and the road. Octavia raised an eyebrow, but then decided to let it go. Their walk continued uninterrupted, until they reached a two story house. It was pretty plain looking, cream color paint with red shutters bordering the windows, and a dark brown roof on the top.

“Is this where she lives?” he asked. Octavia sighed and hung her head.

“Yes, indeed it is. It’s also my home as well. Please, do me a favor, and don’t mind the mess,” she said under her breath as she pushed the door open. The door creaked open and light began to fill the the dark living area. The ground was covered in large trash bags that needed to be taken care of, but other then that the place was relatively spotless. Spike cocked an eyebrow, observing the “mess” Octavia had warned him of. He took a glance at the mare who looked physically stunned.

“Umm, so is this the mess?” he asked. His question seemed to snap the cellist out of her trance.

“T-t-this is not how I left the house this morning,” she said looking around. Sure enough after a little searching, here eyes fell on the rear end of a pony coming out of the kitchen doorway with another bag of trash in her grip. She had a messy two toned mane comprised of teal and blue with tail to match, pure white fur, and a cutie mark of a music note. She turned around with the bag clutched in her magical grip, looking to see the small drake and gray mare standing in the doorway. She smiled and put the trash bag with the rest and trotted over quickly.

“Hey Tavi, didn't expect you home so soon,” the unicorn mare said looking towards her friend. She then looked down at the dragon and her eyes widened slightly. “No way! Spike!? Is that you!?” she asked loudly. Spike's eyes lite up and a huge grin went across his maw.

“Vinyl! Its been way too long!!” he shouted giving the mare a big hug, which the unicorn accepted and returned with one of her own. Octavia was a bit taken back by what she was watching. This seemingly random little dragon with a gift for music, and her best friend and roommate knew each other. And quite well it seemed.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, but how do you two know one another?” Octavia asked. Vinyl looked over at Octavia with a grin while giving Spike a playful nuggie.

“Me and old Scale head here go back a ways. I met him when he was doing errands for Princess Celestia back when I still lived in Canterlot. Turns out this kid can really play a mean piano,” Vinyl recalled. Spike wormed his way out of her grip and smiled up at his friend.

“Yeah, we even played together for a while. She worked the turntables with-” Spike began but cut himself off. He realized that Vinyl had the thing that his song was missing, sick beats. “Vinyl! We need your help with something!” he shouted a bit louder then he needed to. The DJ looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.

“What's up Scale Head?” she asked.

“See I have been working on this song since this morning, and Octavia thinks it sounds good, but it's missing something. It needs some good beats to help the flow get going. Think you can help us out?” he asked. Vinyl smirked and sat on her hunches and crossed her forehooves.

“I don't know, I can be quite the busy mare ya know. Plus I gotta go check my equipment for my next gig tonight at the Lounge,” she said looking away with a smug grin.

“That fine! We were just there. You can listen to the song and see what we mean,” he pipped in. Vinyl smiled and uncrossed her hooves.

“Alright alright you got me Scale head. Let's listen to this song of yours,” she said playfully. She pressed a hoof to his head and fiddled with his flexible spines. The three soon departed for the lounge once more. Spike was getting more and more excited about this seemingly small project blossoming into something amazing.

“Hey Tavi, how did you get roped into this little adventure?” Vinyl asked her roommate as they set out for the lounge. Octavia smiled slightly and turned to face the path ahead of them before she began explaining.

“Well, I was on my way to Sugarcube Corner when we both bumped into each other. He was holding a sheet of paper with the most interesting lyrics I had ever had the pleasure of reading. I asked him if he wouldn't mind playing it for me and he agreed,” she stated simply. Vinyl looked to the sky pondering what she had just heard before a grin graced her muzzle.

“Alright, I can buy that. So what did it sound like?” the D.J asked.

“It was a jazz like melody with love like lyrics. Metaphorical and simple sounding at the same time,” she answered. Vinyl smirked.

“Jazz huh? Alright, I can work with that,” she said putting a hoof to her chin. The trio finally arrived at the lounge, and upon entering, Spike and Octavia returned to the stage. With Vinyl now seated at a table near by, the duo began to play once more. Spike taking the lead as his scaled fingers stroked the ivories once more. Octavia's cello blending well with the piano key strokes. When they approached the harmony, Vinyl got up from her chair and left the room without a word. Spike looked over to see where Vinyl had once sat and stopped playing. His shoulders slumped and his expression began to sag. Letting his claws hit the keys unceremoniously, he sighed and looked to Octavia, who seemed to share his current disposition.

“Well, we tried,” he said simply. Before Octavia could try and reassure the drake, he swiveled around and hopped off. He lowered his head and slowly began to trudge off the stage.

“Spike, wait a moment. Maybe she needed to use the rest room,” Octavia said, trying to capture the dragon's attention.

“Or maybe she just didn't like it,” Spike said slightly dejected.

“Or maybe I went to go get my turntables,” Vinyl's voice called from the far end of the stage. Spike and Octavia turned their heads to see Vinyl wheeling out her equipment to the center of the stage. She had several cords running along the stage, no doubt hooked to the sound system, as she got everything set up. Spike walked up to Octavia as the two watched the D.J look through record after record at her disposal, seemingly trying to find the right one for the job. She selected two and set them on the tables. Using her magic, vinyl levitated her headphones onto her head and let the first needle drop. What followed was a few seconds of silence, and then the steady beating of a drop and cymbal. This beat, though simple, seemed to hit just the right spot in Spike's mind. He rushed back to the piano and signaled Octavia to start strumming. When the moment was just right, Spike entered and began to sing. As his voice carried over the sound with soothing ease, Vinyl let the other needle drop, adding a horn blow along with the following accompaniment. Adding a good feel to the song. With the first verse and hook completed, the trio stopped to think about what they had created just then.

“That was amazing!” Spike shouted hopping down and running to the two mares. They met at Vinyl's set up and began to discuss it.

“That is just what the song needed indeed. And Vinyl, excellent selection for the drum beat and clarinet,” Octavia praised. Vinyl just smiled.

“Well I've had these two records for a while, and now seemed like the right time to give em a shot. And judging from you two, it worked,” Vinyl said looking between Spike and Octavia.

“I'll say! This is so incredible cool!” Spike yelled out. He was way past excited about this. The white mare put her hoof to her chin and thought for a second.

“Say, you guys wanna preform this for my gig tonight?” she asked. The color in Spike's face drained completely. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words were caught in his throat.

“I think it's a splendid idea,” Octavia chimed. She smiled at Vinyl before looking at the obviously nervous dragon beside her, who was stammering like an idiot.

“Should we take that as a yes?” Vinyl asked. Octavia nodded and nudged Spike to pull him back to reality.

“Are...are you sure you wanna preform this? I-I-I mean, we only played it once and not even all the way through and-” he was soundly cut off by a hoof being placed over his mouth.

“It's alright Spike. If anything, Vinyl and I will be onstage with you through to the end,” Octavia reassured.

“Yeah, plus we still got plenty of time to hammer out the rest of the song right? So let's do it!” Vinyl shouted. And with that burst of confidence, and a few more reassuring comments from Octavia, Spike agreed to preform. Something in the back of his mind signaled that he should at least tell Twilight about what was going on. Excusing himself from the two, and promising to return shortly to practice and go over things, Spike headed back to the Golden Oaks Library that he called home. Venturing in, Spike found Twilight, sitting at her desk once again reading. He smiled to himself and made his presence known.

“I'm home Twilight,” he announced. The mare in question, raised her head from her book and smiled for a few seconds before it turned to a disapproving frown.

“Spike, where have you been?” she asked like an upset parent. “You have been gone for hours. What have you been doing?” she asked. Spike explained it in rather easy to understand terms how he bumped into Octavia, played her the song, got Vinyl involved, and how much they enjoyed his song.

“And they both want to preform it tonight during Vinyl's show tonight. I wanted to know if you would come and watch,” he said rapping up his explanation. Twilight had a slightly flabbergasted look about her, but it soon softened and then brightened into a smile and excitement.

“I have got to tell the girls!” she shouted. Spike smiled seeing her happy, but then his expression shifted to one of dejection.

“Umm...could you not tell Rarity?” he said quietly, but loud enough to hear. The lavender mare's ears twitched, snapping her out of her happy trance. She looked back to see Spike looking very much upset, with a small glimmer of anger as he gazed at the floor.

“It wouldn't be fair to invite the others without her Spike,” Twilight said approaching the drake. She placed a hoof on his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. Spike shook his head lightly in response.

“No, it's ok. I guess I'm still not fully over it,” he said. He gave her a fake smile to try and play off the hurt in his heart. “I have to get back to the lounge. I'll see ya there Twi,” he said turning to the door. Before he could advance too far, he felt a pair of hooves wrap around his body and pull him into a tight embrace. He closed his eyes and just accepted it, placing a claw over one of the hooves. “I'm ok Twilight,” he said softly. The hooves unwrapped from him. He looked back to see his sister figure giving him a warm smile. He returned it, genuinely, before departing. Retrieving the rest of the song from the table he had left it on, he was on his way. When the door closed, Twilight smiled and thought for a few moments. And idea formed and she quickly got parchment, ink, and a quill. Writing out a letter that she knew someone would want to read.

Back at the lounge, Vinyl and Octavia were chatting rather casually about the song, and they were rather excited about how it would turn out. Though something had struck Vinyl that Octavia had yet to question.

“So, this is a love song right?” Vinyl asked. Octavia blanched for a second. Thinking about the words she remembered Spike singing, and reading over the lyrics sheet, she could confirm it.

“I believe so. I wonder who was the inspiration for such a wonderful piece,” she said aloud.

“Well I'm sure Scale Head will tell us when he gets back. In the mean time, I'm gonna grab a drink. Want anything?” Vinyl asked. Octavia put a hoof to her chin in thought and then responded.

“Water will be fine,” she said finally. The D.J nodded and headed to the bar, leaving Octavia to ponder the song's meaning. She didn't have to wait long for the drake to return, and with the rest of his notes and what not. Ascending the stage steps, he placed the papers on the piano bench and began to look them over. Octavia, seeing this as a good chance, approached him.

“Spike, if I may be so forward, who did you write this song for?” she asked. Spike's body physically shuttered for a quick second before he gave an answer.

“Rarity,” he said lightly. His body language told anyone with a working brain stem not to push the issue, not to dive deeper into it. Octavia saw these signs, but sensing that talk was needed, she dove in head first.

“What happened?” she asked. Spike closed his eyes and sighed hard. He looked up at the cellist and pointed a thumb to one of the tables. Making their way over, Spike explained.

It was a nice day in Ponyville. Celestia's sun shown brightly in the sky. The birds were chirping a pleasant melody for all to hear, the wind blowing adding to the gentle harmony of ambiance around everypony. Spike smiled and inhaled the breath of fresh air. Looking down at the piece of paper in front of him, he continued his simple quill strokes, creating a poem. It was entitled “Diamond of my Eye”. Proud of his work, he needed to give this to the one mare that held his heart. The seamstress herself, Rarity in the Carousal Boutique. Making his way over, he felt the world glow more intensely. This was it. The day he would finally tell her how he felt. Express his love for her through these carefully chosen words. Upon reaching the door to the boutique, he knocked several times and awaited any form of response.

“Coming,” and angel like voice called out. Spike felt his heart flutter greatly as the door opened, revealing the mare he loved so much. Or so he thought. In the black of the alabaster white mare with royal purple mane he loved so much, stood a dark gray Pegasus stallion with white and light blue mane.

“Hey babe, there is a dragon at your door!” he shouted looking back into the house.

'Babe?' Spike asked himself. The sound of thunderous hoof steps assailed the floor as the mare he had wanted to see sprinted into view. One look at her and he was slowly putting two and two together. He looked back at the stallion, then to Rarity. His eyes widened, and then dimmed. His mouth fell agape for a few seconds, but quickly recovered. Closing as to draw as little attention as possible.

“Spikey, I wasn't expecting to see you today!” Rarity blurted out laughing nervously.

“Yeah...I had something for you,” Spike said looking down. He felt the crumpling of paper in his tightly gripped claw. “But silly me, it looks like you already have one,” he stated looking at the Stallion once more. Rarity looked at the stallion and then back at Spike.

“I can explain,” she said desperately.

“Explain what? That you never loved me, that all the hard work I dedicated to you was all for not?” Spike asked. The stallion, shifted his gaze between the two.

“Do you two need a minute?” he asked. Rarity looked at him and opened her mouth to speak.

“No Thunderlane, we're good. Just wanted to tell you, that with Twilight's studies flaring up...i won't be able to help you anymore. See ya around Rarity,” Spike said. He turned and began to trudge from wince he came. Thunderlane shrugged.

“What was his deal?” he asked. He saw the look of dejection and disgust on Rarity's face. Thinking for a second, he said something that he thought would help. “You didn't need that little lizard around anyway,” he said shrugging. It was a poor choice of words to say the least. He soon felt a pair of hooves crash hard into his flank, sending him skyward. Turning around he saw the door he was just standing in close with a very loud slam. “Eh, she'll come around,” he said in a casual tone as he took to the sky. Spike soon found himself sitting on a bench in town. His crumpled up poem still clutched tightly in his hand. He looked at his clenched fist, opening it slowly. He looked it over, and with no real hesitation, ignited it with his emerald flames.

“That's pretty much how it went down,” Spike said at the end of his story. Octavia, and Vinyl who had rejoined during the story, had gravely saddened looks in their eyes. Vinyl had to move away for a moment to shoo off the tears that threatened the corners of her eyes. Octavia let a few fall and simply took the drake into a loving hug.

“I'm sorry Spike,” she said silently. Spike had cried all he could about it. He was far from over it, but he had gotten the crying out of his system at least. He wrapped his claws around her and hugged her back.

“I'm ok now. Yeah...definitely ok,” he said. Octavia released him and nodded. Vinyl looked back at him.

“Didn't know you were goin' through some rough stuff Spike,” she said trying not to tear up again.

“It's cool Vinyl. Anyway, we got work to do if we are gonna be ready by tonight,” Spike said. The two mares smiled gently and nodded. The three going back to the stage and going over their parts. Vinyl made suggestions on what could be tweaked and where she could possibly do some scratching. Octavia studied her part and agreed to keep that baseline as fluid as she could. This left the lyrics and piano accompaniment to Spike, who was already pretty sure of how he would preform.

Time passed quickly as the three prepared. And sure enough, the lounge opened to the public. Posters everywhere let everypony know that DJ Pon-3 was playing at the Ponyville lounge. What the posters failed to tell, was the surprise addition to the show in the form of Spike Sparkle and Octavia Melody. In the time before the lounge opened, Spike and Octavia had returned to their homes to dawn any type of clothing that would be appropriate for a live preformance. Spike, his suit from the Grand Galloping Gala, was more then enough to suit the young drake's needs. Octavia, dawned a simple Pink bowtie that she wore when she preformed in Canterlot. The time was soon approaching as they returned to the lounge, ready or not, to play the song that brought them together.

“Spike, are you ready?” Octavia asked. Spike looked back at her. He looked slightly panicked and nervous.

“Umm. No, no I'm not. What if I mess up? What if I forget the words?!” he questioned while dragging his claws down his face. He felt a pair of hooves touch his shoulders and turn him around. Octavia looked him in the eyes with those trusting and warm light purple eyes.

“I know it's scary preforming in front of an audience, but-” she began as her voice was soon drowned out by an announcer.

“NOW ANNOUNCING OUR FAIR RULERS: PRINCESS CELESTIA AND PRINCESS LUNA!!!!” the voice boomed. The duo turned their heads to see several armed guards walk in, and sure enough behind them, trotted in the solar and lunar monarchs. Spike's eyes widened in disbelieve seeing the two here of all places

'Darn it Twilight! You did this!' Spike thought to himself. He felt his face turn back to Octavia who still had that comforting look about her.

“They don't matter. The only thing that will matter is us on stage. If you feel like you are too nervous, just remember I'm up there too. Focus on me and you will be fine,” she said softly. Spike felt his face flush noticeably. Though her advice was giving simply to help direct his focus, he couldn't help but get lost in the idea of himself and Octavia playing alone like they had earlier. It was so calming, and so relaxing. With a nodded he agreed to follow her advice. This warranted him a smile and another hug from the cellist.

Out in the crowd, Celestia and Luna sat down quietly and looked toward the stage.

“Sister, this is indeed most exciting, is it not?” Luna asked her older sister. Celestia smiled warmly.

“Yes it is. It's not everyday you get to see your son preform,” Celestia said warmly. Forcing her way through the crowd, Twilight found a seat near the princesses. She too looked towards the stage. Her ears twitched when she heard a familiar laugh. Looking to her side, she soon spotted someone Spike really didn't want to be here. Accompanied by Thunderlane, Rarity sat looking at the stage, dressed in one of her lovely dresses from her personal collection.

“I'm sure Miss Scratch is going to do a wonderful job this evening,” she chimed.

“Yeah, she's the best D.J around. Good thing I got our tickets early,” Thunderlane added. Twilight was going to say something when Celestia caught sight of her.

“Twilight! Please, come sit with us,” she called. Twilight redirected her attention to the Princess and made her way over. As she walked, Rarity caught a glimps of the lavender mare.

“Thunder, excuse me a moment, I have to go talk to my friend for a moment,” Rarity said excusing herself. Following Twilight's path, she found herself at the table of the princesses.

“I'm glad you could make it princesses,” Twilight said greeting the royal siblings.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Celestia thanked with a grin.

“Twilight!” Rarity shouted over the crowd.

“Rarity? What are you doing here? Did Spike invite you?” Twilight asked. Rarity looked confused for a moment.

“What ever do you mean darling? I'm on a date with my coltfriend,” Rarity said. Celestia's eyes opened wide in sudden realization.

“Excuse me, Miss Rarity, when did you start seeing your coltfriend?” the sun princess asked. Rarity shifted her gaze from left to right, wondering why the princess was asking.

“It was a few months ago. Why do you ask?” Rarity inquired nervously. Celestia's expression grew cold for a brief moment. Turning around she spoke one last word.

“Nothing,” she said calmly. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shined on the main stage. Twilight looked at the princess, then to the very conformable Rarity. Her gaze falling lastly on the silent moon princess, who had not even acknowledged the element of Generosity’s presence.

“HELLO PONYVILLE!!!!!!” shouted the ecstatic Vinyl over the P.A system. “D.J PON-3 IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!!” she screamed. The crowd roared loudly as she made her way onto the stage constantly hoofpumping as she made it to the center.

“Well, this is it. Are you ready Spike?” Octavia asked. Taking one last deep breath, Spike smiled confidently and nodded.

“I got a little bit of treat for you lot tonight. Recently, I had the pleasure of running into a good friend of mine from back in Canterlot. Awesome thing is, he is a piano player and made up a pretty cool song that I couldn't help but force him to share!” Vinyl shouted, getting both laughter and applause from the crowd.

“Go time,” Spike said.

“And now to preform his first live preformance, with myself and my best friend Octavia Melody, I give you SPIKE SPARKLE!!!!!!!” Vinyl shouted. That was the cue. Spike and Octavia made their way to the stage. Both seemed relaxed and ready to play. In the crowd, Celestia dawned a very proud smile and egarly awaited the preformance. Twilight was giddy with anticipation. She looked over to Rarity, who was sitting with her mouth agape next to Thunderlane. Sitting down on the bench. He looked towards the crowd. His eyes could only see the bright lights glaring at him. Looking infront of him, he saw the warm smile that Octavia had given him all day long. He smiled and nodded. Giving Vinyl the signal to start. On cue, Vinyl let the first needle drop and the beat began to play. The lounge fell silent as the simple drum beat set the tone. After a few moments, the second needle dropped, bringing in the clarinet. With the wind added, Octavia began to strum steadily. The two mares looked to the dragon. His claws ready and poised. He smiled and closed his eyes letting his claws drop and the words flow. The pleasing piano tunes added the right touch to convey the words Spike sang. he sang of being struck with love and what it means to those who know its pangs and joys. Spike smiled and looks to the others as they sang the hook.

“Cause the beat plus the melody makes me speak of L.O.V.E eloquently most definitely,” they sing in unison. The trio let the words sink in for a few moments as more and more ponies begin to get into it. Wither it be the words, or the melody, everypony around was feeling it. Celestia smiled wider hearing her son singing with such conviction. She felt so proud in that one moment, that she wished she could save it for eternity. Spike looked to the crowd then smiled again, beginning the second verse. He sang out of great inspirations that could move one to write songs. Signaling the hook to hit once more.

Another quick musical break occurred with ponies looking on in anticipation to see what the final verse held. Spike looked slightly unsure if he should sing it, but one glance to the two mares on stage with him quickly sent those worries away. The final verse, recalled memories of his own love sickness for a certain unicorn. The words he trusted long ago to convey his true feelings. he felt himself slowly starting to feel saddened,but pushed through to the final hook

Spike looked to the piano keys and sang in a soft register the last hook. The melody played a little while longer until the song finally ended. With the last note struck, the audience erupted in a great show of approval of the dragon's work. Spike looked out, though still blinded by the lights and smiled. He had sang his song. It had been heard. And apparently, it was good

Author's Note

Hey all. Thanks for reading. feed back is always appreciated wither good or bad. cant grow without it. also, the lyrics for the song that i used had to be cut. the song i used here, and which was the inspiration for this part, is Luv Sic part 1 by Nujabes Ft. Shing02. an amazing song. thanks again for reading. lyrics can be found here http://rapgenius.com/Nujabes-luv-sic-lyrics

Perception

As the wild applause continued, Spike felt his entire body swell with pride. His gaze shifted to try and see the entire crowd, which was still next to impossible seeing as the lights were still glaring in his face. He swiveled and hopped off of his bench and walked up to Octavia and Vinyl. The two wrapped the drake in a jumble of hooves and limbs as they hugged him tightly. He smiled looking up at the two until he heard something call from the crowd.

“ANOTHER!!!” Somepony shouted. Spike looked into the audience once more to find more and more ponies egging on for an encore. He blushed and looked at the two mares who simply smiled and gave him approving looks.

“Give em what they want Scale Head,” Vinyl said as loud as she could.

“Indeed. Another would be a good idea. Do you have any ideas?” Octavia asked. Spike thought for a moment before responding. A light went off in his head as he got an idea.

“I've got something in mind. Vinyl, you got any violin tracks?” Spike asked. The D.J thought for a second.

“Maybe. Whys that?” she asked curiously.

“Just follow my lead. Octavia, I need you to play something similar to what we played for that last one. Maybe a lower key,” he said looking to the gray mare next to him.

“I can handle that,” she said nodding. Spike smiled.

“Wait for my signal on your parts. I will point when I want you to come in,” he said hurrying back over to the piano. Vinyl shot Octavia a smirk and went back to her booth.

“ALL RIGHT!!!! YOU DEMANDED IT, SO HERE IT IS!!! SPIKE'S SECOND PARTER!!!” she screamed out. Spike thought for a second and went over to the booth and motioned for the mic. Vinyl smiled and lowered it down to him. He looked into the crowd and cleared his throat before speaking.

“H-hey everypony. Umm I hope you enjoyed that last one. And I really hope you enjoy this one. Umm we didn't get the chance to try it out before hand, so just let us know what you think,” he said rather nervously as he hurried back to his bench. The room soon grew quiet as he got situated at the keys once more. His claws hovering over as he waited for the right moment. He exhaled and let his fingers fall. The sounds that echoed through the lounge were light pressings of the higher range keys. His claws sliding along the higher range to the lower range in a constant rhythm. He let his left claw continue tickling the ivories as his right motioned for Vinyl to start the strings. The Violins were quick notes that seemed to go just as soon as they came, but still left enough of an impression for them to be remembered. Spike continued his rhythm as he signaled Octavia in. Her cello hitting the low register at just the right spot to add the underlying tone they needed. After a few more repetitions of the same rhythm, Spike let his fingers fly. His clawed fingers colliding against the ivory and ebony keys as he commanded the sounds he desired. In his mind, he saw visions of falling snow as he held an umbrella over his and a white mare's head. Smiling at the pleasant memory, he continued to strike the keys with both grace and skill. Making the piano sing loudly.

As he played the audience was left in wide eyed awe as the little dragon made the area feel so warm with melody. Celestia herself was not immune to the pleasant sounds he was making, and forced herself not to shed tears in her enjoyment. Luna, however, hid nothing as she let the tears roll down her face. The piano bring back memories of a dearly departed friend who loved her nights just as much as she loved the winter snow. A faint smile graced Twilight's lips as she felt so proud and so happy for her little brother. Rarity, much like Luna, did not hide the fact that she was crying over the beautiful melodies. Knowing full well, that this melody sounded as if it were made for her straight from the drake's tender heart. She felt a nudge that pulled her out of the melodic trance. Thunderlane looked her over as the song seemed to make it to its climax.

“Hey, you wanna get outta here? This really isn't what I had in mind when we were gonna see this show,” he said rather casually. Rarity looked at him like he had just turned into a hydra. How could he possibly say such a thing about such wonderful music. She prepared to berate him, but realized that what he said was just his opinion. Possibly he didn't care for this kind of music and it just wasn't for him. Rarity straightened herself out and nodded simply.

“I suppose we can leave early,” she said trying not to disturb anypony around them. Twilight turned to look for her friend, just as Rarity and Thunderlane departed the lounge. She hung her head and sighed. Returning her attention to the stage, she heard Spike start to ebb the melody back down, Signaling the end was fast approaching. He smiled looking at the keys as he hit them, his left claw extended and told vinyl to cut out gradually. Then Octavia. The last few notes were made by him and him alone. Playing the soft melody he had from the beginning until he struck the last note. Instead of a roar, there was wild stomping of approval. Spike smiled and hopped down and bowed. He raised his hand and directed the audible appreciation to the musical mares who helped greatly. He smiled and walked off the stage, where he soundly exhaled and started laughing hard. He was overly happy. Not only did his first song a succeed, but the impromptu encore was just as well received. He leaned against the nearest wall and sighed with a large grin on his face.

“That went well,” he said softly. His attention soon shifted as he saw Octavia trot into view. She smiled and at down next to him.

“I'd say that was a success, wouldn't you?” she asked. Spike smiled and simply nodded.

“I feel so drained. How dose Vinyl do this all the time?” he asked. His voice still shaky as he talked. Octavia smiled and laughed lightly.

“You get use to it honestly. It comes with the territory of live performance,” she explained.

“I can see that, but I also feel so jazzed up too. Like I'm having a sugar rush,” he said. A goofy grin still all over his face. He smiled up at Octavia just as a white hoof wrapped around her neck.

“AWWW yeah!!! That was Awesome!!!!” Vinyl shouted. “I told the crowd the regular show would start in a few to give me a chance to recharge. But seriously Scale Head, That was way too cool,” Vinyl said as she let Octavia go. The three shared a big laugh as they road the high of a great performance.

“Well, I'd love to stay Vinyl, but I think I should head home. Twilight is probably waiting for me,” Spike said reluctantly. His statement was met with a sound hoof slap to the back.

“Are you nuts!? You're not goin' anywhere. You have to stay until the end of the night. No if ands or buts about it Scale Head. Besides, a night out would do ya some good,” Vinyl said with a smirk and a wink. Spike looked at the white mare like she was crazy, but then thought about it for a few.

“I guess it couldn't hurt. I mean, all I'd do as soon as I got home would probably clean or something,” he said stroking his chin. He felt a nudge on his shoulder as Octavia walked into view.

“Come on, we can watch Vinyl's set from the audience. Though I'm not entirely fond of Vinyl's usual shows, tonight I think I will make an exception,” the cellist said looking from the drake to the D.J. Vinyl smirked playfully and nodded.

“Alright. You two go get situated. I think I'm ready to tear it up,” she said looking to the stage. Spike and Octavia nodded and descended the stair way to the lounge floor. Looking out over the crowd, trying to find a good spot to sit down. One of the lounge goers looked over to the stage exit and spotted the two.

“HEY!!! IT'S SPIKE!!!!” she shouted pointing a hoof. Spike's initial reaction was to flee and hide behind the nearest object Fluttershy style, but with his new friend in Octavia standing by his side, he stayed put and smiled nervously. Eyes of everypony in the room shot over to the duo and applause rang through the building once more. Words of praise were said over and over as Spike and Octavia tried to find a seat. They soon were halted by one of the guards in the princess' envoy.

“Sir Spike, Lady Octavia, the princesses have requested you join them,” he said looking at the two with a rather modest smile. The two exchanged looks of confusion and then simply nodded. The guard taking them straight to Celestia and Luna. Spike inhaled deeply, trying to maintain an air of nervousness around Celestia. He knew he had to keep the fact that she was his mother, if only in parenting, secret to most if not all ponies in Equestria. He steeled his resolve and looked to Octavia once more, who was maintaining a sense of calm about her as well. He wondered what was going on behind those enchanting eyes of her's. He soundly, and mentally, slapped himself silly for even beginning to form romantic thoughts about her. Reason being he had just met her today, and they hit it off quite well.

“Announcing: Spike Sparkle and Octavia Melody,” the guard said once he had reached the princesses. Spike and Octavia bowed in the presence of their ruling sisters. This act was soundly cut short when a pair of midnight blue hooves shot out and scooped the drake into a warm and loving squeeze.

“That was most wonderful Spike,” Luna proclaimed nuzzling the dragon openly. Spike looked confused, embarrassed, and happy all at the same time. Not an easy feet for anypony, or dragon for that matter. He looked to Celestia, who simply gave him a wink and a warm smile.

“It was nothing your highness. I mean I owe a lot to Octavia. She was the one who got me to preform tonight,” he said gesturing to the gray mare who had remained silent. Her cheeks warmed at Spike's comment and she smiled nervously being put on the spot like that.

“I just gave him the some encouragement. That is all,” she said trying to be as modest as possible.

“No way. She did much more then encourage me. She helped me with the music, gave honest feedback, and helped to find Vinyl to cover the last parts we needed. If anything I say the one who did the most was her,” Spike praised. He smiled while doing so, honest in every word he spoke. The mare in question felt her cheeks set on fire as she tried not to show embarrassment. Celestia, however, noticed how the young mare was acting and smiled slyly to herself.

“I see. So this collaboration is in equal parts, your child,” the solar princess said. Octavia felt her hooves give out under her as her face seemed to now be a raging inferno. She tried to compose her, but the deep crimson blush on her muzzle was obvious for all to see. Except the small drake who was still facing the lunar and solar monarchs. Celestia giggled getting such a wonderful reaction from the mare.

“Y-y-you could say that,” Octavia finally said, most of the words seemed caught in her throat as she tried to speak. This just brought forth more giggles from Celestia.

“SPIKE!” a new voice called out. Spike looked over to see Twilight trotting over to the group.

“Twilight? What are you doin' here?” Spike asked, both surprised and confused to see the lavender unicorn present. “I thought you would still be at home,” he said looking at her.

“And miss out on watching you play? I haven't seen you do that since we went to Apploosa. Trust me, this was way better than then,” she said with a smile. Spike smiled and finally got himself free of Luna's grip. Walking over he started talking to Twilight about music in general. Octavia smiled softly to herself seeing the two happily converse. The lights dimmed once more as Vinyl made her way back onto the stage.

“YOU PONIES READY TO GET STARTED!?!?!?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. The roar of the crowd was so powerful it shook the building to its core. “Then lets spin this mix!!!” she shouted. Spike sat himself down next to Octavia, who gladly welcomed his company. As the show progressed, Princess Celestia found her attention lay more on the two musicians in front of her rather then the DJ on the stage. She watched as the dragon and mare converse about how their friend was doing and what samples she was using. Though it was not very pronounced, Spike had a very happy look on his face while seemingly just being around Octavia. The solar princess noted this and smiled.

“That's all for tonight Ponyville!!! Lets give Spike and Tavi one more round of applause for a great show!!!” Vinyl shouted at the end of her final set. The crowd roared and stomped as a spot light descended on the two in the crowd. Octavia giving a pleasant wave while Spike gave a nervous and slightly embarrassed wave.

“That's our show!!! Get home safe!!!” Vinyl shouted as she got of the stage. The stomping and cheers continued till the lights returned to their normal brightness. The royal guards, now positioned by the princesses once more, escorted the royal sisters as well as Octavia, Spike, and Twilight out of the lounge.

“That was indeed a wonderful show. My congratulations to you both, as well as your friend Vinyl,” Luna commented upon leaving the lounge. Celestia nodded her agreement.

“Indeed, who knew such a young dragon could work the keys so well. As well as an earth pony cellist and unicorn DJ,” Celestia added. Octavia and Spike blushed lightly at the comments.

“That was so much fun! We need to do this again another time,” Twilight chimed in. She looked down at the drake, who was finally starting to relax.

“Yeah, I definitely would play with Octavia and Vinyl again. That was a lot of fun,” Spike said looking back to the gray mare. She smiled brightly and nodded in agreement.

“Who knows, we may work again sometime. In fact, I think we should collaborate more. Do you want to meet up again rather soon?” Octavia asked. Spike's eyes widened and his smile brightened.

“That would be awesome!! Twilight, when will I have some free time?” Spike asked. Twilight giggled lightly at the fact that he was asking if her schedule would allow him free time.

“Spike, you just have to let me know when you're going out. If I need you, I will just send a letter to you,” Twilight said said happily. Spike looked at her in disbelieve.

“Seriously? No foolin'?” he asked. Twilight smiled and shook her head no, earning her a huge hug from the baby dragon. “Thanks Twilight! You're the best!” he said looking up at his sister. Twilight simply returned the hug and smiled.

“So I can assume you are free tomorrow afternoon for lunch?” Octavia asked. Spike turned quickly and nodded.

“Count me in!” he said with great excitement. And with that, the two began to separate, until a thought crossed Spike's mind. He ran up and hugged Octavia tightly and whispered. “Thank you for today,” he let her go and ran back to Twilight. Octavia blushed lightly watching them walk away from her. She smiled lightly.

“Thank you for a lovely day as well,” she said softly. She turned back to the lounge, heading for the rear entrance that she knew Vinyl would be leaving from. Sure enough, she watched the white unicorn make her way out.

“Oh yeah, that was too much fun,” Vinyl said as she slide her shades onto her forehead. She looked over to see Octavia waiting.

“I see you enjoyed yourself as well,” Octavia said with a smile. Vinyl flashed her a smirk and approached her.

“Hay yeah. You two really know how to rock out,” she said walking past. Octavia rolled her eyes and walked along side her.

“I wouldn't say that we 'rocked' but I do admit that we made rather pleasant music with him,” Octavia said, now keeping pace with Vinyl.

“Well whatever you call it, we have got to do it more often. The kids got some range on him with singing and playing. I bet he could sell a couple records easy,” Vinyl said looking to the sky. The smile on her face was so bright it threatened to turn the night into day. Octavia smiled at her roommate and let a few giggles go.

“You think so highly of him. You must really like him,” she teased playfully.

“Well what's not to like?” Vinyl asked bluntly. Octavia literally stopped in her tracks. Vinyl, who was oblivious to this fact, kept walking and talking. “Yeah, the dude is a total sweetheart. He's nice, fun, good sense of humor, and from what I've seen a good hard worker and dedicated. Plus that creativity of his for commin' up with that second song on the fly. I swear that kid is a massive catch. That mare who broke his heart was a total idiot to let him get away,” Vinyl said looking forward. She noticed the missing audio of Octavia walking next to her and stopped. Looking back, she saw Octavia looking at Vinyl curiously. A long pause ensued as they simply stared at each other. Octavia's face slightly hard to read for Vinyl, who just looked confused.

“You really think that?” Octavia asked finally breaking the silence.

“Well yeah, I mean if he was of age, I'd totally date him,” Vinyl said cocking an eyebrow after speaking. Octavia continued to look perplexed by Vinyl's statement. “Umm Tavi? You ok?” Vinyl asked.

“Umm yes... I was just lost in thought,” she said looking away for a quick moment. She collected herself and trotted up to Vinyl and passed her. “It's just been a long day, let's get home,” she said making sure there was a good distance between the two. Vinyl watched Octavia curiously and followed after her. The D.J let her mind roam as they walked.

'Honestly, I'd be happy with both of em. The more the merrier' Vinyl thought to herself with a slight grin as her mind went to more inappropriate thoughts. The musical mares made it home soon and decided to call it a night. Vinyl headed off to her room and dropped almost immediately, which was pretty impressive for not touching a drop of alcohol that evening. Octavia on the other hoof simply sat in her room thinking.

”If he was of age, I'd totally date him,” Vinyl's words echoed in her mind. 'Yes that is true, he is but a baby dragon,' she thought. Climbing into her bed she pulled the blankets over her head. A light blush crept onto her muzzle as she began to drift to sleep. 'Even still, he would make a lovely drakefriend,' she mused as she fell into much needed rest.

Morning found it's way to Ponyville as easily as it normally did. Celestia's brilliant sunlight lay a golden glow over the small town, signaling the time for most, save the Apple Family, that it was time to get up. Through drawn curtains in the upper room of the Golden Oaks library, light filtered in and descended upon the sleeping dragon within. His eyelids scrunched shut as he felt the light seeping through them. Rolling over and pulling his blanket over his head, he groaned loudly trying to avoid the light.

“Come on mom, it's too early to wake up,” he grumbled under his breath. Reluctant to find any spot that would appease his need for more darkness to escape the solar rays, he finally sat up in his bed and rubbed his tired eyes. Giving his back and arms a good stretch, he climbed out of his bassinet and made his way to the door. He looked to his right to see his suit hanging from a hanger on a peg near Twilight's dresser. He smiled thinking back to the most exciting night of his young life. Playing on stage with Vinyl and Octavia was by far the best thing that could have happened. Opening the door and climbing down the stairs, he made his way to the kitchen. Twilight, who he assumed was still sleeping, was indeed up and from the look of it cooking. Spike peered over her shoulder as he entered the kitchen. The sound of his claws alerted the unicorn to his presence. Turning with a large grin on her face she addressed him.

“Good morning Super Star,” she said playfully. Spike smiled lightly, sleep still hung in his eyes as he tried rubbing it out once more.

“Mornin' Twi. What are you doin' up so early?” he asked curiously trying to look over her shoulder.

“Well, considering that you did something absolutely amazing yesterday, I went over to the Cakes this morning and asked them to make something just for you,” she said looking quite proud. Spike cocked an eyebrow.

“Ok, I'll bite, what Is it?” he asked feeling a tad bit skeptical. Smiling from ear to ear, Twilight stepped aside to reveal a cake. But not just any cake. It was a 3 layers high, covered in vanilla frosting with a chocolate drizzle through out. Adorning it from all sides in perfect symmetry, were gems, but not just any gems. These were all perfectly cut emeralds and amethysts. And on the top, as if it wasn't already mouth watering to the drake, was a sapphire center piece. Spike eyed the cake like a hungry demon ready to pounce. His mouth hung open as drool seeped from it. He was truly at a lose for words. He raised a claw and pressed it to his chest. His other claw extended towards the cake and he simply said one word as a single tear escaped from his eye. “Magnificent,” he said softly. He walked up to Twilight slowly and pressed his head into her chest. She was caught off guard for just a moment, but then her wrapped his arms around her. Muttering “thank you” over and over again. She smiled and wrapped her hooves around him and held him tightly.

“You earned it Spike, but I do have to confess, I used some of your gems,” Twilight said with a sheepish grin. Spike let her go immediately and ran to where he kept his gems in the closet in the kitchen. Sure enough, all of his amethyst and emerald gems as well as a sapphire were gone. Looking back at the cake, where the missing gems lay for all to see, he sighed and smiled.

“Honestly, that cake is just what those gems were for,” he said chuckling. Twilight breathed a sigh of relieve as she returned his smile. Spike reached into the closet and grabbed his favorite broom, pulling it out and heading to the main room of the library. Twilight, looking slightly befuddled at his actions couldn't help but ask.

“What are you doing?” she asked looking him strangely. Spike turned and smiled.

“That cake is gonna be for tonight. Right now, I have to get my chores done before I can go meet up with Octavia,” he said waving at her. He started sweeping and went about his usual routine. First there was sweeping the floor, the primary sweep as he so deemed it. Then came managing the returns while Twilight checked the records of what book was out and which was freshly brought back. Spike used his sliding ladder to place books back into their proper slots and organized the shelf while he was at it. Next came dusting. Once again utilizing his ladder, he made his way around the library dusting off every last shelf. He wore a medical mask to prevent dust from getting into his mouth, though he would cough a few times depending on the section. Case in point, the complete history of everything collection, as he liked to call it, was always ALWAYS covered in dust. After dusting was done, it was time for the secondary sweep, if only to make sure he got all the dust off of the floor that had been knocked off the shelves. Finally came spraying down the windows, and flipping the “Closed” sign to “Open”. With that, the library was officially open. Spike admired his handy work and nodded to himself. Climbing back up the stairs, he went to the bathroom and decided to take care of his hygiene. After about a hour or so, the drake came out with shimmering scales and minty fresh breath. He went back down to see Twilight at her desk once more. She peered over at him and smiled.

“Oooooo someone's lookin' good. Got a hot date there stud?” she teased playfully. Spike's face turned red and his eyebrows lowered.

“Nooo! I'm just going to have lunch with Octavia is all. It's not a date,” he defended rather quickly.

“Well, are you going somewhere?” Twilight asked.

“Yeah,” Spike answered.

“Is it just gonna be the two of you?”

“Yeah,”

“Are you gonna do something?”

“Yeah,”

“Are you gonna make sure she gets home safe?”

“Yeah! So what!?” Spike asked now very irritated. Twilight smiled wickedly

“Then guess what? You're going on a date!!!” she shouted and ran up the stairs. The dragon was in hot pursuit as he ran after her.

“It's not like that!!” he shouted. Twilight continued laughing as she got behind her bedroom door and closed it with her magic. Spike struggled to get the door open, but it wouldn't budge. “Its not a d-d-d-d....”spike trailed off. His anger petered out as his eyes widened. “Oh my Celestia....I'M GOING ON A DATE!!!!!” he screamed. He slammed his back against the door and started to panic. “I've never been on a date! The most I’ve ever done with somepony else is go gem digging with Rarity!!! What do I do?! Do I bring her flowers!? Do I give her chocolates!!” he screamed in his panic. The door opened behind him and he fell into a pair of waiting hooves. Twilight laughed lightly as she clutched her brother tightly.

“Calm down Spike, I was only teasing. And as far as this date goes, just be yourself. I'm pretty sure this is just a social get together. Nothing more,” Twilight reassured. Spike looked up at her with confusion and panic still all over his face.

“You sure?” he asked meekly. Twilight nodded knowingly and gave him another quick squeeze.

“Now get out there. It's almost noon now,” she said pushing him a little. Spike smiled and headed out immediately. He had very little trouble getting to where he needed to be. Most of the ponies who had seen him preform the night before, stopped him on the streets to shake his claw and congratulate him on a great performance. He would blush and smile, and thank them for their praise as he made it to Octavia and Vinyl's place. Approaching the door he inhaled deeply and went for the door, only to be blasted back into the street by the force of sheer bass booming from the doorway. The house seemed to pulse as the bass continued to pound the air and assail any passerby's ear drums. Spike clamped his claws over his ear holes and tried desperately to get back to the door. Inching his way as his talons gripped the ground. Once again back at the door, he reached for it. As soon as the door opened a little, it flung open from the raw output of bass and flapped helplessly against the house. Spike crawled in, fighting the bass as hard as he could. He looked to the side of the inside doorway, where a pair of headphones hung with a sign over head that said “In case of Cleaning dishes use these”. He grabbed the headphones and shoved them over his head. Instantly the sound was canceled out. He still felt it, but there was nothing but silence now. He looked around, and saw Octavia sitting on the couch with a pair of headphones on as well, nonchalantly reading a magazine as if nothing was happening. Forcing himself to stand, Spike walked his way over to the cellist and waved to get her attention. Her eye caught sight of the purple claw and looked up. Smiling she motioned for Spike to press a button on the side of his headphones. He felt for a few seconds before finding what she must have made reference to. A quick ring shot through the audio device and a small red light turned on.

“Hello Spike, I didn't expect you to come by so soon,” Octavia greeted. Spike smiled lightly before looking around the house.

“What's going on here? I got to your door and all of a sudden I got smacked with the loudest bass on the planet. And how come I can't hear it with these headphones on? And for that matter, how can I hear you?” Spike asked. Octavia sighed and closed her magazine.

“In order; Vinyl is doing the dishes. She cleans them with 'wubs' as she calls her bass rifts. She claims that with the bass cranked to 11 she can clean the dishes on a microscopic level. These headphones have absolute noise cancel in them to allow me and any guests not to go deaf since Vinyl is use to such loud bass already. And there is a small microphone that filters out bass and catches only speech sense Vinyl just uses bass,” Octavia explained. Spike nodded, not fully understanding, but getting the general gist of what she meant.

“So, where did you want to go for lunch?” he asked. Octavia looked in the kitchen and then back at Spike.

“I was going to suggest we eat here, but considering the 'wub' factor, I suggest we go to the cafe,” she said with a smile. Spike nodded his agreement.

“Should we tell her that we are going?” Spike asked looking towards the kitchen where Vinyl was.

“She will join us later. I'll leave her a note letting her know where to find us,” Octavia said. She grabbed a pencil and rather quickly wrote out a note. With that done, the two left the home, after returning the headphones to their resting place. As the two walked towards the local cafe, Octavia found herself lost in thought. She kept sneaking glances at the drake next to her, who seemed slightly nervous about something or other. She decided not to bring it up, but rather strike up a conversation.

“So Spike, tell me a little about yourself,” she said out of the blue. Spike shook himself free of his own trance and looked up at her.

“Well, what do you wanna know?” he asked. She thought for a moment before answering.

“How long have you been playing the piano?” she asked finally thinking of something. Spike thought for a few moments.

“Huh, I started playing while we were in Canterlot, and that was 10 years after I hatched. I'm 17 now so... I wanna say 7 years of and on. I was 16 when we moved to Ponyville,” he said scratching his head trying to remember. Octavia looked down at him kinda funny.

“Wait, you're 17 years old?” she asked. Spike nodded.

“Yeah. For a dragon that's still considered a child, but in Pony years I'm pretty much an adult,” he said looking up at her. This information was must interesting to say the least for the earth pony mare. She remembered what the age of consent was for Equestrians, which was 16.

'He's legal' she thought to herself. Spike looked up at her. She looked back at him and stopped for a second as if lost in thought. Spike cocked an eyebrow and then snapped his claws in front of her to try and get her out of it.

“Umm Octavia? Ponyville to Octavia, can you hear me?” he asked. After the third snap, she shook herself out of it.

“Yes, sorry about that Spike. I was just thinking is all,” she said continuing to trot. Spike watched her walk, shrugged, and then followed after her. The two started talking about Canterlot and music for the most part. Spike favoring jazz melodies as well as some more classical music choices. Octavia smiled and returned the notion that classical music was an excellent form of he arts.

“Though I gotta say, dub trot is actually really cool too. I mean how they utilize different samples and sounds to make music,” Spike commented. Octavia sighed.

“As interesting as it is, however, I can't fully support the genre. It clashes too much for my liking,” the cellist admitted. Spike thought for a moment.

“Dub trot that you could like...” he trailed off. He had a certain look about his face in that one moment. Octavia recognized it immediately. It was that same look when he came up with the encore the previous night.

“Spike, what's going on inside that head of yours?” she asked curiously. Spike looked up at her.

“Just tryin' to figure out how something would sound,” he said still enthralled at the new sounds that echoed in his mind. Octavia smiled lightly.

'This will be interesting,' she commented watching his brainstorm in full swing. “Spike, I hate to pull you out of your thoughts, but we are at the cafe,” she said. The drake blinked a couple of times before looking up to see that she was correct. The two ventured in, and were instantly greeted by more ponies who had attended the show the previous night. Spike smiled nervously and looked to Octavia for some kind of help. Spike observed as she put on a professional air about herself and proceeded to thank everypony for their praise. Spike, not knowing what wizardry gave her such airs, simply followed after her as she sat at a corner table.

“How did you do that?” Spike asked, almost desperate for her teaching.

“It's rather simple. These ponies only want to show you how much they enjoyed your music. And once they have, they will go about their day as if nothing happened. You will just be a happy memory that they got to see you. All you can do, is thank them for their support,” Octavia said very zen like. Spike soaked in the quick lesson and nodded like a fool. This warranted a series of giggles from the gray mare, which forced the dragon's scales to redden. One of the servers arrived soon after Octavia's giggle fit ended. She ordered a light salad with a water lily garnish, while Spike simply ordered extra crispy hay fries.

“So what had you so deep in thought on the way over here?” Octavia asked. She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hooves. Surprisingly eager to hear his answer. Spike looked at her and then at the table.

“Well, you had said that you didn't like the way dub trot is played. So I just started thinking of ways to make it more appealing to someone of your tastes. Like maybe on a bass loop, having piano playing with a voice track. I mean it doesn't have to be all bass all the time to be dub trot right?” he asked. Octavia looked at him more interested then before.

“I see. And how would that make someone of my taste be more interested?” she asked. Spike picked up his fork and played with it a little as he explained.

“Well from what I know of it, dub trot just uses samples from other music to create intense noise that sometimes can be slightly hard to read. There seems to be no real rhyme or reason to it, but there is always a steady beat that is a constant. My thought is to try and not do anything fancy, but to maintain that beat, while adding more natural sounding music like from instruments instead of samples. Cause you have to admit, live music is much better than a record,” he answered. Octavia was more or less impressed by his answer. She found that she had a small smile on her face, and didn't really want to try and hide it.

“I see. Then that would be a dub trot I would listen to,” she said looking at the dragon. Spike felt his cheeks warm again and looked away. Those eyes of her's were so captivating he felt he might get lost in them, but then again, that might not be a bad thing. Just as their food arrived, the door to the cafe door opened. It registered with Spike, but didn't pay it much mind. It was the voice that came after is what got his attention. It was a certain laugh that he knew all to well. The dragon whipped his head towards the door. Octavia, thoroughly shocked by the action looked in the same direction. She saw a dark gray to black Pegasus walk in holding the door open for an alabaster white unicorn with royal purple mane. She had a certain elegance as she trotted in. That was also when Octavia noticed her cutie mark. 3 diamonds in a triangle pattern adorned her pure white flank.

“Spike, is that?” she asked. The dragon's face already told her everything she needed to know.

“Yeah, that's Rarity. And her coltfriend Thunderlane,” he said as low as he could. His eyes remained fixated on the two for a moment, but he forced his gaze to break and looked back at Octavia, who was watching him with saddened eyes. Spike immediately know what she was thinking. She was thinking that he was not over her, that he wishes it was him escorting her around and being there for her. And she was right. Spike couldn't let it go, not yet anyway. Spike sighed and looked to his plate.

“It's been a few months since I found out she was with Thunder. Guess I'm still a little broken up about it,” he said with a small grin.

“She was very important to you wasn't she?” Octavia asked gently. She placed a hoof on his claw, drawing his eyes to her own. His smile seemed genuine now.

“Yeah, but, I think I can move past it. I mean, she is friends with Twilight. Gonna see her eventually,” he said looking at Octavia. The two exchanged small smiles and went back to their meals. Rarity, who had been looking for a place to be seated, spotted an empty table near the back corner.

“There seems to be an empty table just over there,” she said extending a hoof towards the table. Thunderlane looked in that direction and smiled.

“Alright then, let's sit down then,” as they trotted over, Thunderlane got a good look at the inhabitants of the table just behind them in the corner. “Hey, isn't that the dragon who played last night?” he asked. Rarity's eyes nearly bugged out. She checked and saw the unmistakeable green spikes on the head of the baby dragon. She was not ready for this. Her eyes started to shift left and right trying to find another seat. As the two approached, Octavia noticed them. Her gaze hardened on the white mare in front of her as if she could kill her just by staring.

“Spike, they are coming towards us,” Octavia warned lightly. Spike coughed on his fries and didn't lift his head. He looked up at Octavia, who was darting her gaze back and forth between Spike and Rarity. He thought for a moment.

“Well, no time like the present,” he said exhaling noticeably. Octavia cocked her eyebrow wondering just what he meant by that. He breathed one last breath to calm his nerves and then turned in his chair. His eyes caught Rarity's and held her gaze for a few moments. The fashion mare looked even more nervous now, turning her head away to avoid his gaze. Her back hooves lifting off the ground as if to step back. “Rarity! Thunderlane! Come on over!” he called out. Rarity felt her face lift and look right at the dragon, who was smiling and waving them over. This action, his expression, everything about this situation felt wrong to her. Before she could do or think of, she saw Thunderlane move towards the table.

“Hey Thunderlane, haven't really seen you much since a couple months ago,” Spike said with a grin. “How's it going?” he asked. Octavia had her mouth agape as she watched Spike strike up a conversation with the stallion who took his mare.

“Things are good. Still on the weather team, help Rarity out at her shop from time to time modeling suits, ya know?” he said rather relaxed. Spike nodded and smiled.

“Heh, have you guys gone gem hunting yet?” he asked looking up at the Pegasus. Thunder simply shook his head no and raised his hoof.

“No claws to dig with, so I think that's your department,” he said adding a slight chuckle. Spike laughed at the statement.

“Yeah, I guess so. Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” Spike said looking over to Octavia. “This is Octavia. She's a good friend of mine who plays the cello,” he said introducing the musician. Octavia, who had fixed her face to not look so stunned, smiled softly and gave a slight nod.

“Nice to meet you,” she said looking at the stallion.

“Thunderlane, nice to meet you too,” he said offering her a hoof to shake. The two shook and Thunderlane looked back at the still slightly frozen Rarity. “Hey Rare, come say hi,” he said pulling her out of her trance. Rarity shook her head and then flicked her mane back into position.

“Spike. It's been far too long,” she said looking at the drake. She had a guilty look in her eye as if she had done something wrong. She expected him to lash out, she thought the dragon would berate her for breaking his heart, but still it didn't come. What she got was a pleasant smile and friendly attitude.

“I know. It's been way too long. How's the boutique?” he asked. Rarity, still trying to make sense of this, smiled and answered him.

“Things are just fine Spike. Business has picked up quite a bit. More and more stallions are requesting suits, so that has been an interesting task,” she said looking at the dragon. Spike smiled and looked at her and then Thunderlane.

“Well, it looks like you got a decent enough model to show off what you can do,” he said. As he continued to talk with Rarity about how her business was going, Octavia noticed something rather subtle. Spike was still clutching a piece of silverware. His claw trembling as he held it. She looked at the face he was making, a forced grin and social mood. He was forcing himself to complement her, to make it seem like everything was ok. His mind had made up it's mind, but his heart was still wounded no matter how brave a face he made.

“So, do you always play such boring music?” Thunderlane asked. Spike looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a rather confused look.

“What's that now?” he asked. Thunderlane shrugged.

“You played at the Ponyville lounge last night. The first song was ok I guess, but that second one was way too slow paced for what I expected to see,” Thunderlane said looking at the drake. Spike's expression shifted almost dramaticly. He felt the muscles under his scales start to tighten as his grip increased on the spoon he held. He got his facial expression under control quickly, trying his best to not punch the stallion in his face. However, what Thunderlane said next nearly cost him a limb or too. “Honestly, it was way too boring and just sounded like old people music,” he said. A loud crash shot through the building, drawing the attention of everypony to the corner table. A plate was shattered and a spoon was imbedded into the table. Octavia stared wide eyed at the pieces of glass plate now embedded in Spike's scales. His fist still clutching the spoon tightly as if impaling it on the table wasn't good enough. Though this display of anger was very blunt, Spike maintained a smiling face before he spoke.

“So you were at the show last night?” he asked. Thunderlane nodded before answering.

“Yeah, we cut out in the middle of your encore,” he confirmed. Spike's gaze shifted to Rarity.

“Oh, so you both were there. And you didn't like my playing much so you left?” he asked. His eyes fixated on Rarity, who felt like his gaze was exerting a massive pressure.

“It is true that we left in the middle, but-” she started.

“Ok, I got ya. Sorry you didn't like the music all that much. To be fair, you missed an awesome set by DJ Pon-3,” Spike said looking back to Thunderlane.

“Yeah, l figured as much,” Thunder said with a sigh. Octavia, who had remained silent, attempted to place a hoof on Spike's claw. Wanting to calm the dragon down.

“Spike, I think I'm just about done. So shall we pay and-” she started only to have Spike speak up again.

“Well, I am sorry my boring music wasn't to your liking Thunderlane. I'm sure you and Rarity feel the same. Just a boring piece from a boring little dragon, right?” he asked. His gaze shifted back to Rarity, who at this point just kept her down. Not bothering trying to defend the fact that she absolutely adored his playing last night. A thick silence hung over the four. Octavia dared not to speak as she watched Spike's claw tremble violently. She opened her mouth to speak again, but another crash shot through the room. This time from the door. Running at full blast came Vinyl. Her eyes scanning the room for any sign of the two she needed.

“Spike!! Tavi!! Where are you guys?!?” she shouted. A nearby pony simply pointed to the back corner. Vinyl looked in that direction and sprinted over. “Guys!! We gotta go now!!” she shouted. Her lite her horn up and picked Spike up and put him on her back.

“What's the rush?” Spike asked looking at Vinyl.

“Explain later! We got a train to catch now!” she shouted. “Move your flank Tavi!!” she shouted hauling out the cafe. Octavia followed after, but stopped just as she reached Thunderlane. She raised her hoof and brought it across his muzzle in one swift stroke. His face recoiled from the sudden impact, catching himself and Rarity off guard.

“To call the music a musician makes boring to their face, is a grave insult,” Octavia said in a low growl. She shot a look at Rarity, who flinched. Octavia simply shook her head and ran after Vinyl and Spike. Thunderlane rubbed his muzzle and watched Octavia run out.

“Geez, what a bitch,” he said rubbing where she made contact. Rarity remained quite.

“I think I lost my appetite. Can we just go home...please?” she asked softly. Thunderlane looked down at her.

“What's wrong with you?” he asked her slightly irritated at the constant sting on his face. Rarity simply lowered her head.

“You wouldn't understand,” she said simply. She slowly began to trot to the door, with Thunder right behind her.