Love

In the Original World...

Twilight was pacing and reading nearly every book possible that concerned wormholes, spells, strange phenomolies anything basically of that particular genre. Spike, as well as Owlowiscious were also doing what he can in the searching too. They also missed the little filly, but not as much as Twilight. She was practically hectic. It was getting late and Twilight had dark circles under her eyes from constant searching and fatigue. She was determined to find her daughter. And she would succeed if it was the last thing she would do!

The others went home after around eight in the evening or so. Their situation was no better. Fluttershy started bawling once she lost her little everblossom, Rarity was about the same but calmed down a lot faster than the hysteric pegasus mare. Poor Fluttershy, she was still sniffling going out the door. Pinkie's mane and tail went down once she knew the whole situation but tried her best to stay as optimistic as she could. Rainbow and Applejack took it a little better than the rest, but the look in their eyes was obvious that they were devastated too.

Twilight was mentally beating herself for being so irresponsible. How could she let her daughter try a spell she wasn't ready for? What kind of awful mother does that? She dared not think about the thought of losing her daughter, her new daughter forever. She was determined to do what she must. But nopony can hold out forever. So around early morning she passed out in tears of grief over her books. Spike had already retreated to his basket hours ago. Being as busy as she was, she probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.

Applejack returned that evening to finish some late evening chores. She tried her best to be as upbeat at work as she could. Thankfully Applebloom was having a sleepover at Scootaloo's place, so she avoided the complicated questions that were to be answered at some stage. She'd hate to have to lie. Then again who'd believe her? She was a terrible lier anyway.

While apple-bucking, she wasn't as fast or as enthusiastic about it as usual. It just didn't have the same spark in it like it used to. It was normally so lively when she was doing it with Season. Not lively as in Applebloom playful lively, but as in nice company lively. She was missing it already.

Having to have lost her appetite at dinner, she passed and went to bed. Granny Smith, Winona and her big bro looked at her with worry and question as to why. Why did she skip dinner? What was she so downcast? Why everything really. She couldn't tell them, at least not yet. That little autumn whippersnapper was the greatest company that ever arrived since Applebloom. Hey, even Big Mac our speak more than two words to her. Winona whimpered at her mistresses sad behaviour but stayed put thinking that she might get into trouble. Applejack kept her head low as she trudged up the stairs to her bedroom. She forced herself not to look at the the spare room that was to be the little filly's new bedroom, as she entered her own. She couldn't avoid the photograph sitting on the nightstand, of her and Season in front of the barn on the day when Applejack gave her the news of becoming a perminant member of the Apple family. She could remember it as clear as a sky clear day.

Applejack cried herself to sleep that night. Her silent tears hitting the little red blanket under her head.

Rarity was busy organising and tidying through her 'inspirational' mess on the workshop floors. She only made the inspirational part up for Sweetie Belle so she wouldn't annoy her. She was thankful that Sweetie Belle was at a sleepover at her friends house tonight. She trying to keep herself busy from crying over grief again of her lost daughter,doing her best to keep her poker face on, but she knew that this was all for nothing.

She was jolted out of her daze when she tripped over something and landed with a loud thud on the wooden flooring. Scowling, she looked down to see what it was she had tripped over. It was probably something Sweetie Bell had forgotten before she went to her friends sleepover. The scowl left her face when she saw the familiar, newly made, white saddle bags that belonged to her lost little lady.

She strained to not snoop inside of the closed saddle bags, but with her curiosity getting the best of her it was hopeless. She opened up the bags to find a catalogue of different clothing designs for childrens clothing. They looked easy enough to make, but then again, Charity was just a beginner. The next thing she pulled out really struck her deeply. It was a small photo frame made of rich mahogany decorated simply with a white bow with tiny crystal blue lacing. Inside the glass protection, was a photograph of her and Charity making dresses together. That was on the first day they had spent time together. She turned the frame around to see a letter on the back.

Dear Mother,

This is one of my, probably many ways, to thank you. To thank you for many things really, a home, love, a family, a mother. I'm sorry if I seemed a little too secretive about tho

Is too you but I wanted it to be a surprise. Sweetie Bell only found out because she had spotted it and had to undergo a Pinkie Promise. So, cheers to you, Mum.

Love, Charity.

She re-read the whole piece over and over many times. It was written in such beautiful calligraphy that it was mystical.it was too much for Rarity. She broke down on the spot and sobbed pitifully.

Pinkie Pie returned to the bakery with the best smile she could muster, which for once was a little tougher than usual. Mr. And Mrs. Cake had asked where Lucky was. They had really learned to love that filly like an aunt and uncle. Pinkie simply told them that she was staying at Twilight's for the night. The Cakes didn't quite buy it and were curious why Pinkie didn't sound as bouncy as she normally was, but reluctantly decided to let it pass. When Pinkie trotted upstairs to her room, she just couldn't avoid all the pictures of either her and Lucky, or just Lucky on her own. There were family ones, mutual ones, party ones, and just plain crazy ones. She just couldn't get the little pink springball out of her head. She was trying hard to convince herself that she was going to come back soon, that everything is going to be alright in the end, and then they could make more cupcakes together. All day in fact, and of course, have parties together again. They also needed to finish their planning for the adoption party. She wanted the whole of Ponyville to know. She even invited her old friend Cheese Sandwich to come and help out. That was Lucky's idea.

But deep down she was scared. Scared that she was never going to see the happy filly ever again. She lost the fake smile once she got into bed. Got, not hopped. The filly had a natural talent in making everypony smile no matter how hard or what pony it was. That was what she craved. That night, the usually happy party mare fell into a sad sleep of memories and make me better dreams.

Dash tossed and turned in her bed. She just couldn't fall asleep. For once. Normally she would be totally lights out once she hit the soft pillow. At first she figured it was because her usual afternoon snooze gave her more energy, but that theory soon got turned down in denial. Tonight was different. She kept seeing things in her bed beside her. Either a small lump in the bed, or a mop of different coloured hair coming from the quilt, or just a bunch of bright colours. It was starting to creep her out a little. I mean seeing imaginary things in your bed next to you? How is it not creepy? Groaning, she turned over and spied a Daring Do book on the nearby nightstand. It was the first book of the series. If the kid was going to be an awesome pony then she'd have to read the most awesome stories ever created. They only started the book the other night, but were already half way through. Those thoughts of reading the next few chapters to her own new kid, filled Rainbows head. She quickly tossed over, avoiding the mocking look of the book, waiting to be read by her to the little blue pegasus. She was ever so tempted to turn back over, but held herself down and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Although calmed down somewhat eventually leaving the library, Fluttershy rushed home with tears in her eyes yet again. She was half hoping to see the little filly, her little filly waiting for her quietly in the cottage. But instead of a hug with open loving arms and a smile, nothing but silence greeted her. At dinner it wasn't any better she instinctively set out an extra smaller dish out on the table. Seeing it made her even more sad, and Angel bunny fussing over to where his secret crush was, didn't help the matter at all.

After a very quiet dinner, well quieter than normal, Fluttershy went to her bed, their bed. Serenity was still a little reluctant with the idea of sleeping on her own. But if course Fluttershy couldn't sleep, she just stared at the picture of her and her filly that was sitting on the nightstand, while clutching her soft green blanket with butterflies tightly to her chest.

Little ever blossom, that was what she'd call her sometimes. A rather suiting pet name really. She reached over and brought the picture close, pretending that she was cuddling the filly herself. Beside her was a little green blanket folded neatly. She brought it close and indulged its scent. It smelled of wild flowers, like her. Fluttershy cried herself to sleep, her silent tears dripping on the two objects in her grasp.

On the hill that looks over Ponyville, a figure rose and formed from the black murky shadow that covered half of the hill. He smiled to himself.

"Those little brats are going to be taken care of once and for all, I will assure that. I care not if I have to fight off a bunch of enraged 'mothers'. They have no power to defeat me, especially without their Elements of Harmony". He turned to face toward the large mansion on the outskirts of town, "Don't worry little princess, your hatred of those little misfits will soon blemish, and your wish will most certainly come true". He laughed evilly and merged in with the shadows once more.

But he was completely unaware that he was being watched himself. A pair of yellow and red eyes appeared on a nearby tree on that hill. A huge frown, quite the opposite of the Cheshire Cat, appeared under the eyes.

"Oh Celly is not going to like this", the face vanished from the tree and a mischievous Draconquus shape made his way back to Canterlot castle.

In the Toby Universe...

Twilight sat contently as she watched her, daughter as she would now get used to, run around fetching books from low enough shelves and making a pile that matched her own height. She was quite happy actually that this little filly had a keen interest onto what she also loved. But it vexed her to why she had yet to go near the books on the high shelves. Granted there were ladders that didn't slide very far, but she still had her wings. She looked around the room to see her friends and nephew interact in different ways towards the fillies. Dash and Vibrant went out for a little fly by since they couldn't stand being cooped up inside any longer than they already have. Especially if it's on a nice hot day like this one. Rarity had taken the little pristine Trottingham filly upstairs to get her tail washed from the, ich. The others were just together in conversations with each other.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of banging on the ground behind her. She turned to see Trinity jumping trying to get a book on a high shelf. It was obvious she wasn't succeeding at it though. Chuckling to herself, Twilight decided to help out. She casually walked over and handed her the book. She didn't really need to use magic since for her it wasn't high at all. With a slight blush, Trinity took the book with her muzzle and went to place it on the top of her pile.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you only get the books in your reach and not levitate or fly to get higher ones?" Twilight finally asked her.

"Well mom, er... I mean Twilight, I need to save my energy for a spell to return us home, and I'm not that great of a flyer. I'm worse than Serenity when she actually is flying", came a rather low self-esteem answer.

"If your more comfortable calling mom, it's alright. I won't mind", Twilight spoke softly as she brought a wing around her daughter for a tight hug. "So what if your not the greatest flyer. It's what makes you, you. You are who you are and nothing can change that". She didn't know why, but she felt like she knew this filly forever, like a mother would feel and she liked it. Now she knows how Fluttershy feels all the time.

What she didn't know is that the very filly she was thinking of felt the same. Different world or not, this mare was still Twilight. She was still her mom. Full of comfort and compassion. She reached in and nuzzled her chest like she would never see her again, specks of tears in her fiercely shut eyes.

Feeling something wet, Twilight looked down. Her heart melted when she saw that the girl was crying silently with a few hiccups. Poor thing must be homesick. In return, Twilight tightened her embrace and nuzzled the little midnight blue mane that smelt of wild berries.

Up in the washroom, Rarity was cribbing the filly's tail in the sink with berry scented shampoo and a scrubbing brush. Charity just sat patiently through the whole procedure, that was until she let out a big yawn. The mare noticed and smiled,

"Feeling a little tired aren't we?" She asked full heartedly.

"Well, I am feeling rather drowsy. Must be the warm weather", the filly answered with a chuckle.

"I guess the warm weather does have that effect on some ponies".

"And I seem be one of them".

Both ponies laughed together at their common sense of humour. It turned quiet again while Rarity rinsed and towel dried the blond tail. It wasn't until a little awkward silence later that Rarity finally asked something that was really bugging her a lot since she came here.

"If a lady may ask, but who is your father?" She questioned carefully. She begged to dear Celestia that it want that sorry excuse for a prince, Blueblood. The colt would be no better in a pig sty if he didn't change his tune before, well ever!

"Actually, I don't have a father", came a calm answer. "It's just myself and mother, and sometimes Sweetie Belle too. I don't call her Aunt because she complained that it made her sound old".

Whew, what a relief.

She tried to make a compassionate 'oh' in comfort, trying to hide her relief. She didn't want to seem relieved that she didn't have a father. That would be mean and completely un-ladylike. She continued to wash the filly's tail, rinsing it of the soapy suds under the warm tap, and then drying it thoroughly with a clean towel.

"Then we are. All clean dear", Rarity chirped in a happy tone. She watched as the young filly checked her tail, ever so happy that it was all clean and snot-free. But her smile turned a little bit which confused the mare. Wasn't she just over the moon a second ago?

"Are you alright dear?" Rarity asked in a gentle tone worriedly.

"Hm? Oh, yes I'm fine. Maybe just a little homesick", came the quiet reply.

Out of instinct, Rarity pulled the girl close into a cuddle. At first they were both a little confused to why? But soon the filly nudged closer for the comfort. Rarity herself tried to sought out why as well. At first she just figured it was because of her experience of minding Toby, that this was just instinct. But at the same time. It was different.

Both girls just sat ther in the middle of the bathroom. Holding each other close, while rocking a little for comfort.

Downstairs most of the ponies were doing there own thing. Applejack, Pinkie, Season and Lucky we're just happy chatting away to each other about various things. Meanwhile, in the corner of the room where there was a little coffee table, sat the small but snug family of Fluttershy, Toby and Serenity.

"So Serenity, how are you feeling? It must be different here than to what your used to", Fluttershy asked the green filly. She in return just shrugged. Fluttershy sighed full heartedly. She was trying to get her to talk a little since she hasn't spoken one word since the meet.

"Please Sweetie, say something just to let me know your alright", the butter mare begged in worry.

"Momma, maybe she just isn't ready to speak", Toby comforted/reasoned. She reminded him of how he was when he suddenly appeared in his momma's home. It frightened him to an extent where he wouldn't talk to anyone for a while until her was sure that he was comfortable. Serenity is just the same. She had been transported here so suddenly that it was so scary, she won't muster anything. He turned to the filly and brought his arm around her shoulders bringing her close, "It's okay. I'll protect you when you're here and be the best big brother to you I possibly can be", she comforted.

"That makes both of us", Fluttershy whisper sped to them as she wrapped her wing around the new siblings. She was so proud of her boy, taking his role as a big brother so well, and so ready.

The filly looked up at the two hugging her. She looked at Fluttershy who had a warm smile on her muzzle mixed with those kind eyes she was so used to. She then glanced to her other side where this boy, Toby, was doing the same. She felt her face warm a little as she tried not to blush. She smiled.

It was all going so well, until each one of the filly's in the room started to glow, each one blinding with light. Everyone else in the room had to cover their eyes from the light that sored their eyes. When the lights started to fade, they looked to see what damage was done. With eyes gone wide and mouths hanging open, they couldn't even squeak to what had happened to their new friends.