Soarin groggily opened his emerald eyes, he let out a slight yawn as he sat up from Dash's living room couch. He looked up at the clock in the room: 4:30pm?! He knew he slept late but he wasn't expecting to wake up this late! He slowly trotted over to the kitchen and went to look through Dash's fridge, he was out of luck. All he found was just a few small cupcakes and a a dozen or so eggs. "Same shit, different day huh?" he heard a voice behind him. He looked over to see Rainbow Dash at the end of the corridor. Her mane was a mess, she clearly hadn't taken a shower yet.

"Yep, pretty much' he responded, raising his head from the fridge to meet her gaze. "Especially when it's 4:30pm!" he finished, now talking in a slightly more annoyed tone.

"Uh, Soar" she said, giving him an 'are you serious?' look. "Its 6:20am" she looked at him, cracking up. Wait, 6:20? He looked back at the clock and saw that it was now 6:20am.

"Must've been so tired I misread the clock" he came up with a quick excuse to avoid humiliation. Dash just hit him in the arm playfully as she walked by, still holding in her laughter.

"You're such a goofball! she said, walking to her fridge and taking a cupcake out of it.

"Really?" Soarin raised an eyebrow at her breakfast choice. "If you want to be a wonderbolt Dash, you should at least eat well!" he said, taking a second glance at the options in the fridge.

"Well what are you having that's so much better?" she asked, stuffing her face with the small cake.

"Literally the only thing in your fridge a wonderbolt would eat!" he responded, gesturing to the eggs in the fridge. "Eggs" he finished simplistically, pulling a few eggs out of the box in the fridge. He check the expiration date, 3 days from now. These eggs were still good, but just barely. He took them out of the fridge and inspected them carefully, there was no noticeable problems, although looks isn't everything. He took a few out of the box and took them over to Rainbow's stove, he placed them down on the counter
next to it and asked where the frying pans were.

"The cupboard directly below you" she directed him, he reached down to open the wooden door under the stove and pulled out a silver frying pan for it. He put the object down on the now lit stove and crack two of the three eggs into the pan. He left the eggs to fry as he went to secure a seat on the couch, next to Dash of course. When he did this, she looked over at him and slightly shifted in the opposite direction on the furniture. Soarin didn't really mind, or even notice for that matter. He fell once again, throughout his time in Ponyville, into thought about his consequences and his team. He knew already had established that Spitfire would come down on him hard, and
everypony knew that when she said something like that, she meant it! At least he didn't have any other bolts breathing down his neck, if there was another wonderbolt here he would probably had just flown to Phillydelphia.

Something suddenly occurred to him, he was at risk of being fired! Wonderbolts don't just skip nation wide performances and don't just not explain why! And Spitfire was no slacker when it came to this! He began trembling as he tried to put an end to the terrible thoughts that ran rampant inside his head.He sat there for a while before letting out a long, sad sigh as he put his head down, stepped off the couch and went pack to the kitchen to check his eggs. Sure enough, they weren't even close to half done yet, seeing the inevitable he walked sulkily back to the living room to sit back down. Like with his fear, Dash had easily been able to read is emotions like a book. "Soarin?" she whispered, edging slightly closer to him while giving him a look of understanding. "What's up?" she asked, placing a wing around his back affectionately. Soarin stuttered for a moment as he tried to tell her, but in the end just buried his face into his hooves.

"Dash don't worry about me..." he murmured, averting his glance from her. "I don't want you to be in my shit life" he responded, slowly and quietly.

"What in Equestria are you talking about Soarin?" She asked him, confused. "You're living one of the best lives a pegasus can have, and you throw it aw-"

"May as well throw it away now..." he cut her off, letting out another heart retching sigh "Spitfire'll probably fire me anyway."

"What? Why?" Dash asked, looking confused.

"Dash, wonderbolts don't just simply skip nationwide events" Soarin began "The whole gang was supposed to do this tour, and I just missed it!" he said, yelling the last part, proceeding to hit his head very hard on the table in front him.

"Soarin!" she said loudly. "Physical harm won't help you!" she attempted to reason with the pegasus stallion, but it was no use.

"What will help me is being alone for a while" Soarin sighed, trotting over to get the cloak he had borrowed from Rarity and placed it over his body.

"Where are you going?" she asked, sounding very motherly as well as extending a hoof.

"To someone who can help me!" he replied, opening the door and being met by a cool morning breeze. "Goodbye Dash" he said, he turned back to give a very saddened look. Just after, he simply let himself fall backwards off the cloud in front of the door and within moments, was gone.

The first thing Dash felt was a sense of fear. He had wings, but who was to say he wanted to use them? She looked down from the small cloud to try and spot him as he fell, but to no avail. She felt a sense of guilt give a her a slap in the face, though it was Soarin's problem, she felt as though it was her that truly drove him over the edge. Literally. She shut the door slowly and went back inside her house, she let a stray tear fall down her face, a barely audible sniffle came echoed through her house as she slowly trotted over to the couch and laid down.

She allowed more tears to fall from her eyes as she tried to process what just happened, Soarin had pretty much just gotten sentimental, stated his problem bluntly and then attempted suicide!? What now? She couldn't just let him kill himself! When she thought of it that way, she felt more ready to help than ever. she got to her now trembling hooves and walked back over to the door. She opened it back up and looked down once again to try and spot the stallion, but once again, she couldn't. Her fear had been replaced by her sudden need to help him. It was then that she jumped out the door, angled herself straight down and dropped at bullet speed towards the ground.

Too bad she didn't smell her kitchen burning...

Author's Note

Ok, now I think I can keep a good writing schedule... Expect a new chapter every Sunday!

This chapter, I felt, seemed to escalate rather quickly compared to my other ones, and I'm not really sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

Either way, I feel good to finally have this chapter done. I'll see Y'all on Sunday!

-Lava Blaze Out