Broken Dove

Rainbow Dash was still fast asleep in Wade's bed by the time he could check on her. He was hoping that he could talk to her come morning, that he could ask how it was at all possible for her to be here.

Though, somehow he suspected she wouldn't know either. In fact, he was actually frightened to enter his own room, convinced that upon sight, she'd attack out of confusion. He couldn't blame her if she did but he was definitely not up for taking a set of hooves to the face...or worst.

That was not the case, however, as it would seem Dash was still out cold.

Wade smiled down at her, she looked so peaceful. He took a seat beside her and continued to watch her sleep, the thick blanket rising and falling with each breath she took, letting out raspy sighs on each exhale. He smiled a little wider down at her, she was beautiful.

Wade was never proned to admit it but he was actually a full-fledged Brony. He didn't have all the time in the world for the show but he was proud to say he was part of the ever-growing society of fans. He was sort-of thankful for that aswell, fore if he hadn't known who Rainbow Dash was, he probably would've done something a bit more...reckless.

Not that he'd ever admit to anyone outside the community that he liked the show. He supposed that's how he even became friends, if you could say that's what they were, with Neil. He could never pronounce his last name correctly and he knew that just pissed the guy off. He would get this weird look in his eye when you didn't say it right. There was always something weird with his eyes.

Of course, he was nothing like him.

Neil was...strange, at least to him. He had rarely ever seen him with anyone else or at least enjoy while himself being in the company of others. He didn't really know alot about him either, all he knew was that he was a fan of the show and worked down at the hospital. That's really all he can say. Neil just didn't really talk about himself.

"Argh..." A brief groan startled Wade out of his musings. He looked down and saw her eyes clench down on themselves and her teeth gritted. He figured she was dreaming and more or less in pain, probably due to her still broken wing. He had made sure she was lying on her good side so she wasn't resting on it and she appeared to have stayed that way all night, thankfully. Still, she was uneasy.

Wade tentatively brushed a hand through her mane. She seemed to flinch unconsciously at the touch but a half-second later, she began to relax, relapsing into the same steady breathing pattern as before.

"Don't worry, Dashie, we'll get you through this...I swear."

His heart almost melted at the sight of her lips curling into a small smile.

Wade glanced up at her broken wing and grimaced. "I'll need to take of that when she wakes up. Don't need her waking up to agonizing pain, after all."

With that, Wade stood up and looked over at the clock by the bed. "Thank God it's Saturday, boss is already getting pissed at me for taking too many days off." He looked down at smiled at the cyan pony. "But even if it wasn't, to Hell with her. There's no way I'd leave you here on your own."

Wade brushed a stray red hair from Rainbow Dash's eyes before quietly creeping out of the room. "Sleep well, Dashie."

It was pleasant morning outside. The few stray clouds were as white as snow and the sun shone warm and brightly. If Goldilocks had to describe, she would say it was just right. Though, even still, the nicety of it all didn't stop the local black demons of the sky to land precariously on any dwelling homes surrounding trees. With their talons firmly grasping the outstretched branches, perched high above the ground.

They began to caw.

And caw they did.

What was unfortunate was that the house they decided to create an abundance of irritating noise around was the house belonged to one Neil Klaskovsky.

What was also unfortunate was that he proudly owned a shotgun (that wasn't necessarily licensed) that he kept close to his bedside...and that the crows were right outside his window...on a branch within firing distance.

So when the little ebony-feathered fucks cawing manage to disturb the man from his sleep. The thought creeps into his mind with a malicious smile.

"Bloody birds." He groaned. The idea seeming more and more appealing with every forsaken sound that came from their beaks. There wasn't much standing in the way of him grabbing his gun and firing madly at the crows that plagued his morning. All except that he knew one of his neighbours was sure to rat him out. He groaned again at that.

So, instead of putting up with more of it and not getting arrested for disturbing the peace, he did what any rational human would do.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" He yelled out the window, snarling as he watched the dark menaces quickly scurry out of the tree in sudden terror of the man. He grinned and promptly shut the window, ignoring the ill-worded shouts directed at him from his neighbours.

Screw 'em

With that, Neil contently flopped down onto his disheveled bed and quickly fell back asleep.

*I'm not the one who acted like a hoe!
Why must I be the one that has to know?!
I'm not the one that messed up big time!
So, spare me the details, if that's a-*

"Hello?...Oh, hey, Chloe!...No, I'm sorry, I can't...because I-uhh, I'm sick! Yeah, I'm sick-Ack, arrgheh, yep, pretty bad...Alright, sorry again, I'll come to the next one. I promise...yeah, seeya"

Wade hung up his phone and threw it aside onto the couch, making sure it landed safely enough on the cushion. He dragged a hand down his face in frustration. He had been far more reclusive than he normally was this past week and finally when something like a decent-sounding party pops up, he can't go due to his new found...preoccupation.

Dash was still well and sound asleep in his bed and that left him more than a little concerned. There was no telling how long she'd been out for, could be another day, could be a month.

Wade wasn't sure how he'd handle leaving her in the house if he was away. He'd have to do something about that. He just wasn't sure what.

With that in mind, he stood up to go check on Dash again. This was the third time he'd done just that this morning. It was hard to stay away from her fore not only was she injured and unconscious, something that cause concern but just the phenomenon in, of itself. It wasn't everyday a cartoon character winds up into your life, broken and in need of aid.

Wade didn't know if he should feel lucky that such an amazing oddity happened to him or not. It was new, it was change and he wasn't very good at dealing with change. It was always one of his faults but at least he knew where his weaknesses were. He couldn't say that for everyone.

With that said, all he could hope to do was do well in keeping Rainbow Dash safe and relatively secure. He had no idea how the people outside would react to such a phenomenon. An actual pegasus? One that could talk? One that was characteristically brash and headstrong?

Yeah, he probably made the right decision in keeping her hidden. At least for now.

Still, Wade felt...like this was more than what he could take on. He obviously wasn't the dimmest bulb in the warehouse but he wasn't sure if he should be taking the new-found responsibility alone.

That in mind, he reached over for his phone again, he had to tell someone. Someone he knew he could trust with this information and react...he supposed "appropriately" would be the word used here.

Sifting through his list of contacts, he began muttering to himself. "Connor...

Jasper...

Ashley...

...Neil." He paused as his finger glided over the name. "Neil?" He said again. He thought about it for a minute. Neil was open when it came to his love of the show and it was no mystery that he adored Rainbow Dash over any of the other characters. Wade just wasn't so sure how he'd react if he saw her in person.

Neil was always...oddly unpredictable when faced with something different.

Wade considered continuing his search. That was quickly aborted when he figured that Neil was really the only person he could talk to about this. Regrettably, he didn't personally know anyone else in the community outside the internet, which made sense that he practically summer-saulted in the air when he found that that Neil was also a fan. There was no way he was going to bring in someone that didn't have know who she was or at least have any clue about her. The worst case scenario would be them freaking out and calling the police...or worse.

There was no telling what the Government would do if they found her. He shuddered at the thought.

Wade could count on his friend, he just knew it.

So, with a determined nod, he pressed his thumb onto the contact.

*I don't think you trust
In...my
Self-righteous suicide
I...cry
When angels deserve to d-*

"Go."

"Neil? Hey, dude, you will not believe what happened last night!"

"No way, some chick actually fucked you?"

"...No."

"Ha! You're never gonna get laid."

"Shut up, you dick. This is something really important."

"Well, it must've been something important enough for you to call me."

"Uhhh, yeah."

"So, what is it?"

"Man, you gotta get over here. Double time 'cause you won't just believe if I just tell you over the phone."

"Argh."

"Trust me, Neil, you are gonna flip your shit."

"Fuck, Wade...this better be worth my time!"

"Oh, dude, it will, I can guarantee ya that."

Neil couldn't stand to hear Wade's overly-excited voice anymore. So, with a satisfied smirk, he hung up on him before he could say anymore. He groaned and sat up, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. Just why had Wade have to go and call him up? He was planning to stay in today. Granted, he always planned to stay in on weekends but that was beside the point.

Still, he felt like he needed to stretch his legs a bit and if he was unimpressed with what Wade had to show him, he could just come straight back home. So, with a grunt and crack of his spine, Neil lifted himself up from his bed. He didn't give much care to what he looked like, so he just threw on the first thing he could find.

Worn, dirty jeans and a faded T-shirt. They stood out in contrast next to his neatly clipped hair and finger-nails.

At least that's what he thought.

Neil though, did, in fact care about how he smelled. So with a dab or three of his favourite cologne, he grabbed his keys from atop his drawers and locked the door behind him. He gave his keys a quick twirl, wondering just what Wade had in store for him.

Wade had just checked on Dash and to no surprise, she was still fast asleep. He figured that was a good thing, he still didn't really know how he was going to deal with her waking up. He supposed he'll just burn that bridge when he got to it.

Wade sat there in his lounge room, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for Neil to arrive. There was a chance he was lying and was just going to blow him off for getting so worked up about something so cryptic in their call. If that was the case then he'd just bu him about it, tell him that it really was important until he got off his ass to drive over.

It didn't have to come to that, evidently, as Wade heard the screech of a car pull up onto his driveway outside. He shot up and pulled back the blinds to finc Neil locking his car with an impatient look on his face as he sauntered up to the door. Wade grinned and threw open the door.

Without even greeting the man, Neil began. "So? What is it that was so important?"

Wade didn't answer that directly. "Just follow me, man, you are not gonna believe this."

Neil grunted and followed his over-excited acquaintance, never in his life would he call Wade his friend. He led him to his bedroom and gave him a silent glare, to which Wade just smiled brighter. With a turn on a knob and a gentle push, he opened the door to Neil, presenting everything it had to offer.

For a moment, there was only silence as he took in the room. That all changed when he heard light snoring coming from the bed. When his eyes locked onto the form that was neatly and comfortably wrapped up in laters of blankets, the first thing that he believes is that it's just a toy. That Wade actually managed to get a life-sized Rainbow Dash before him. That thesis was instantly boxed, housed, burnt and then crushed as he saw the creature squirm in it's sleep before nestling back into content slumber. All Neil could do was stare at the oddity as his jaw slowly lowered.

Wade thought it was going to hit the floor at the rate it was.

"Wha...ho...bu...what is this?" Neil blanched, taking a step back.

"Hehe, I reacted in this same kinda way."

Neil glanced up at the man but only for a second as he couldn't take his full attention off the anomoly in Wade's bed. "But...how?"

Wade shrugged. "I dunno, dude, I just found her like this. Wing's broken, I think and she's been unconscious since I found her."

Neil stood there, slowly levelling his breathing for what seemed like forever to Wade. He nearly jumped when the man tentatively began walking into the room. He could only watch silently as Neil strode over to his bedside, staring down at the tiny blue pegasus nestled under the covers. He knelt down so he was eye-level with her, Wade noticed he was inappropriately close to her face but desided against voicing his thoughts.

Neil's lower jaw frantically bobbed up and down in quick shor movements, his mind barely able to comprehend what he was looking at. Here she was, the object of his secretive, blatant and obsessive desire. He hesitantly brought a hand to her face, frightened it might all just be a dream, that he was still at home, asleep. That was brushed aside as his mand made contact with the fine, soft hairs of her mane. She was real, she was here...she was with him...

...In Wade's bed. Why was she in Wade's bed? Why wasn't she in his bed, like he always imagined?

Neil grit his teeth for a split-second, unbeknownst to the other human in the room, quietly watching. This was wrong, this wasn't like he fantasized. Why was she asleep here and not back at home, waiting for him, like she should be? That's what he always invisioned, so why wasn't that the way it was?

Wade.

It was all Wade's fault. Everything was Wade's fault.

He would've found her, he was sure of that. He would've brought her home, bandaged up her wing and then...then he'd mold her. He would make her want to live with him, make her want to pleasure him. He would make her do so many things...whether she liked it or not.

And he knew just how to.

But Wade just had to get in the way of it! He just had to go and fucking get in the way!-...wait a second...

"So...she's been out ever since you found her last night? You haven't...talked to her? At all?" Neil inquired.

Wade cocked an eyebrow. "Uhhhh, no. Why?"

Neil grinned with malice. "Oh, no reason."

Perfect.

This was perfect. Rainbow was unconscious, she had no idea of what was happening around her, she had no clue where she was and hadn't talked to anyone yet. Absolutely perfect.

He could lie to her. Tell her that he had been the one to save her and that her life was forever in debted to him. That meant he owned her. Yes, he would own her, he was going to. He had to, he just had to.

He looked across the bed, her form imprinting itself in the blankets. She was small, maybe just over four-feet tall if she were standing and the way she was cuddled up made her look so adorable. She looked so peaceful, so fragile.

So...easily-manipulated.

Neil began to form a plan in his head. A plan to get what he wanted, what he needed. Rainbow Dash was going to be his slave. He was going to make sure of that. There was only one problem and it was standing in the doorway behind him. He had to get rid of Wade or at least distract him long enough to steal his little Dashie away and put her where she belongs...

...and when she wakes up, the training will begin.

Neil stood up, now wearing a...rather unsettling grin as he sauntered over to the man at the door. Wade couldn't care less, not every day someone could say that they saw Neil Klaskovsky actually smile. That just made him beam all the wider.

"Wade, my friend." He said, contempt laced in the word; 'friend'. "I feel like a drink."

"It's ten in the morning." Wade said with confusion.

"And we are in the same house as something that shouldn't exist. I think we've reached a point where norms are just flown out the window." He retorted with a very level voice.

Wade looked between his friend and the cyan pony in his room. With a sigh, he shut the door and followed Neil. "I suppose I gotta give you that."

Neil flopped himself down on the couch and watched with a smirk as Wade went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out two beers.

As he came to sit beside and turn on the TV, Neil could only pray to whatever demon that found his cause amusing that Wade was just as much as a lightweight as ever.

Fore if he wasn't...there was a fair chance he was going to have to kill him.

Author's Note

Aaaand, there it is! Oh, how I love writing insanely, it's so fun.
First thing ya should know 'bout me if you're just tunin' in; I AM LAZY
I wasn't always so much when it came to writing but that was when it was new to me and it wasn't so much so as a chore than a hobby
That's all I wanted to say.

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