Chapters "Could you read me a story?"
In Ponyville, it's an early afternoon, and all is quiet.
Except the boutique.
For the past year, the boutique has been very... loud. Yelling everyday, arguing constantly, very loud "noises" around bedtime, and machines constantly running. So much noise goes on, ponies lose sleep because of it.
"Spike, where are my sapphires?"
"Umm... what sapphires?"
"The sapphires we got yesterday."
"Oh those! Well, according to the trajectory of the sun and the moon, the sapphires are in my digestive track, in my stomach, because I ate them."
"Are you freaking kidding me, Spike? I asked you to do one thing, and you messed it up. I SPECIFICALLY ASKED YOU 'Spike honey, we have some gems at home. Please don't eat these.' And what did you do? The EXACT DAMN OPPOSITE!"
"Well, none of the gems we had were sapphires, and I had a craving."
"A craving for what?!"
"Sapphires." He said, smiling widely.
"Spike, you're craving something, and it's not sapphires."
"Actually, you're right. It's rubies."
"SPIKE!"
"Stop yelling, I'm right here."
"Screw off, Spike. Why can't you ever be serious?"
"Why do you always have to be up my ass about things?"
"My hoof is about to be up your ass in a second." She gritted.
"Sorry, I can't here you over the sapphires."
"Spike, please be serious." She said as calm as possible.
"Okay, what's this about babe?"
"Don't call me babe, and you damn well know what this is about."
"Rarity, you have to stop being so uptight. Sometimes it's hot, but all the time it's too much."
"I wouldn't be so uptight if you didn't always act like a damn foal!"
"I don't always act like a foal!"
"Sorry, filly."
"Okay Rarity. Ha ha ha, very funny, but you shouldn't talk about yourself like that."
"Spike, I'm done."
"What?"
"You heard me. I'm done."
"Done with what?"
"The arguing, constant lying and bickering."
"That's because you're always on me, you're annoying and I just act like I don't care when REALLY, I still don't care."
"For a second, I thought you were gonna be serious. What is up with you today? You're seriously acting like a damn foal."
"I just want a day where I don't have to be an adult. Can't we be a fun and happy couple like the start of our marriage? When you weren't being an uptight ass."
"I'm done with you, Spike."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I'm going out with the girls. I'll be back."
"'Going out with the girls'? Like I haven't heard that one before. While you're out, tell Fancy Pants I said 'Hi.'"
"Screw off Spike. I already told you I don't talk to him anymore. We dated six years ago. If you don't believe me when I say that, that's your fault."
"Okay, Rarity. That's why one night you snuck out and came back at 2 a.m. wasted off your ass, and I asked you where you were, you said 'At a Fancy Pants restaurant.' He doesn't own any restaurants. And when I asked the girks if they had known where you were, they all said no."
"I don't have to take this. Goodbye."
"Whatever."
"By the way, you better not eat my damn gems.
"No promises."
And she left. Spike and Raritys marriage have been on the rocks for the past year. Ever since Spike lost his job at the Sugarcube Corner, everything started spiraling downward. Money became tight, and arguements were a daily thing. Gems became extremely important, and the worst, the constant bickering and arguing. They argue about every little thing between each other. Some ponies were worried Spike was beating her, until he came out one day with a black eye. Other ponies say she has Stockholm Syndrome and likes being held hostage. When this rumor went around, she walked outside and yelled "I'm not being held hostage!" Their relationship is getting closer and closer to worse things. And it's not looking bright on the other end. At 1:35p.m., Rarity came home.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I already answered you. I was out with the girls."
"Bullcrap. I smell cider."
"Well, you're smelling things, because I'm completely sober." Which she was in fact, sober.
"I bet you were out with Fancy Pants and he offered you cider and you declined, but he drank."
"Screw off. We don't talk and I don't have to take this. I'm going to bed."
"You always do this shit, Rares. We get in an arguement, and you don't even attempt to talk it out. You storm off. That's so sickening."
"Oh please! You complain like a mare about little things and just think talking will fix it. And that's when you're acting mature. When you're actng normally, you're like a filly that drank too much coffee."
"I wouldn't complain and act childish if you didn't do things behind my back and always act uptight. Maybe talkng things out won't fix everything, but atleast we won't be arguing. It's so sickening already."
"You're sickening already!"
"Shut up, you're sickening. All you do is act shady."
"Goodnight Spike."
"Whatever, I'm leaving anyway!" Spike yelled.
"Fine!" Rarity yelled back. Spike stormed into the room and filled a bag with his things. He was about to be gone until Rarity stopped him.
"Wait."
"What do you want?"
"You're right."
"Here we go."
"I'm serious, Spike."
"So am I."
"This constant arguing and bickering is annoying already. And we have to do something about it."
"Like what? More marriage counselors? They already said divorce. And you don't want that." Spike suggested.
"Actually, I think that's what we need."
"Yeah, I agree."
"No we do. We- wait. Did you just agree with me?"
"Yeah, I did for once. We're so different now, and we just aggravate each other and I can't stand it anymore."
"Yeah. Well, it's settled then." Rarity finished
"Yeah."
"Well, goodnight then."
"Hey Rarity-"
"Yes you can. The couch."
"Fine." Spike growled, grabbing a blanket and pillow.
And off to bed they went. Even though neither wanted to divorce, they knew it'd be for the best.
"Spike!" She yelled.
"What?"
"We go tomorrow, and you're taking me."
"Fine." He said in his half-asleep slumber.
The next morning, Spike was first to wake up. At first, he was confused about where he woke up, but then remembered last night.
"Oh yeah."
As he made his way to the guest bathroom, he walked by Raritys room to see if she was awake, which she was not. He stood there for a few minutes which made him think, maybe he divorce is a bad idea.
"It's for the best." He muttered to himself.
As he made his way to the bathroom, he thought about the days plans. He had to pack his things, go to Canterlot for the divorce papers, and make it back to the library before night. He had a long day ahead of him. As he began to wash up, Rarity woke up, also confused as to why she was alone, until she too realized why. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. She had make-up smeared along her eyes.
"I must clean up immediately. A lady must always look her best." She said with confidence in herself.
As she entered her bathroom shower, Spike got out of the guest shower and went into the kitchen.
"Might as well make something for her while I'm here." So he did. He made a few waffles with a side of toast and eggs.
When Rarity finished her shower, she smelled something cooking.
"What in the world?" She walked out of the bathroom and ran downstairs to the kitchen.
"What do you think you're doing?" She said to Spike, making Raritys plate.
"What does it look like? I made food. Have some."
"What did you do to it?"
"Oh ha ha, funny. Nothing. I can't make my soon-to-be ex-wife dinner before we make this divorce official?"
"Is someone upset about a divorce? You agreed to it."
"Yeah I did, and I regret nothing."
"Whatever." Rarity said, taking her plate of food and walking into the dining room.
An hour past, and they decided it was time to leave. When they made it to the train station, it was 1:30. The problem was, they had bought their tickets, for 2:30.
"What do you want to do for an hour?" Spike asked.
"Wait for the train."
"Really? Out of all the things happening right now, you choose to sit and wait for the train for an hour?"
"Absolutely."
"Whatever. I'll meet you back here in an hour."
"Just where do you think you're going?"
"Oh sorry Mom, I was just going to do something with my time, like go to the carnival." He said, pointing to a giant field full of rides.
"F-Fine." Rarity hesitated.
"Are you sure? You hesitated."
"I'm fine. Go along without me."
"Okay. I'll be back in an hour."
"Actually, wait,"
"I knew it. Let's go."
They walked to the nearby carnival and bought tickets. They went on two rides before they started arguing.
"You lied to me?"
"Only so you'd go on the Zipper with me."
"I told you I didn't want to!"
"And that's exactly why I lied."
"I'm leaving."
"Come on, Rares. Just one more game? Not even a ride."
Before answering, she thought about it for a moment.
"Ugh, fine. One game!"
"Awesome!"
So the game Rarity chose was Ball Toss. She threw the ball at the pins, and got one. Her second ball missed completely, and so did the third.
"What?! That's impossible! I threw the ball directly at it. I'm trying again. Spike give me another ticket!"
"Okay." Handing one over with a grin.
She tried again, and missed all three. She tried again, and again, and again, and still didn't win. Soon, they were on they're last three tickets.
"Hold on, let me try." Spike said.
He threw the first ball and got all three at once.
"Winner! Choose your prize!" The machine yelled. Spike cjose the pink fluffy bear and gave it to Rarity.
"You're welcome." He joked.
"Whatever! I could've done that myself!"
"Then why didn't you then?"
"I-I was warming up is all!"
"Mhmm. You spent twenty seven of our thirty tickets, on one game."
"Whatever." She joked, shoving Spike.
"We should probably get going, loser."
"Shush. What time is it?"
"Uhhh... 2:25."
"What?! We'll never make the train now!"
"You're right. Oh, hop on!"
"Excuse you?"
"Get on my back, Rarity."
"No."
"Then we're still going to deal with each others shit forever."
"Fine." She got on his back and he started running. He was running extraordinarily fast. Like, really fast. Within two minutes, they were back at the station and he ran on the train. Once he was on, he put Rarity on the seat beside him.
"Never again, Spike."
"We made it though."
"You are a reckless person."
"But did you die?"
"Whatever, atleast we made it."
The train began to move and rain began to come down.
"Why didn't warn us about the rain?"
"Maybe some people like surprises."
"Maybe, but it's raining hard."
"Yeah, you're right."
And if by magic, as soon as he said that, thunder and lightnig filled the sky.
"Oh my, this is awful." Rarity said in shock.
"Hopefully we'll make it.
The train was going extremely fast and believe it or not, it was worrying Spike.
"Is something the matter, Spike?"
"Uh... n-nothing. I-I'm fine." He said nervously.
"You don't sound it."
"I'm fine dammit!" He yelled at her. She coward back a little in shock, even though she was somewhat used to it.
"I'm sorry, Rarity. I just get stressed when it rains like this and we're on a train."
"It's alright I guess. It happens to everypony, we'll be fine."
"I'll take your word for it."
Lighting struck again. This time, closer to the train. This didn't go unnoticed by Spike though.
"Oh no. No no no no no no no no."
"What is the matter?"
Lightning struck once more. Not hitting the train, but he tracks in front of it.
The train drove right off of he tracks and slid down a dirt path. The wet ground was takig the train down he path without struggle.
"Hold on!" Spike yelled.
Which she did. She grabbed Spike by the waist and he held onto her with one hand and the railing beside him with another.
After skidding for almost five minutes, the train toppled over and began rolling. It continuedbto roll until it it a nearby building, which stopped the train.
Fortunately, nopony died.
Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if he could say the same for Rarity.
"Rarity?" Spike asked, rushing by her side. No response.
"Rarity?" He asked again, beginning to panic.
"Rarity... please..." He checked her pulse. It was extremely faint and was getting slow.
"Thank Celestia above." He sighed in relief. Now he just had to wait until he got out.
Rarity woke up, confused as to where she was, and what was going on. Spike looked up from his daze and hugged her. When she he did, she began screaming.
"DRAGON!"
"Rarity, it's me, Spike."
"I don't recall ever knowing a ravenous dragon! What is going on?!"
"What's going on in here?" Nurse Redheart asked.
"Who are you?" Rarity asked.
"You're awake. Rarity, I'm your nurse. Do you remember what happened to you?"
"I don't remember anything, or know who any of you are. Especially the dragon. Where's Fancy Pants?"
Hearing he say this made him panic internally.
"Spike, could I talk to you, in private?" Spike and Nurse Redheart walked into the hallway.
"What's wrong with her?" Spike asked.
"I don't know, it seems as though she has amnesia. I'll have doctor HeartHoof look into it. For now, since she has no idea who you are, I would go home, or if you want, wait in the waiting room for an update on her."
"I'll be back. I'm going to go home and get some things tuat would help-"
"Don't do that. Forcing her to remember things would make it worse. Besides, she probably will be able to leave in a few days anyway. Go home for now and we'll call you. Speaking of which, what number should we call?"
"Either Carousel Boutique or Golden Oaks Library."
Spike left the hospital, and went straight to the Boutique. He sat on the bed and looked at the fire ruby. The fire ruby from when Spike was just a baby dragon.
"Here Rarity, you should have it. A beautiful ruby like this, was meant to be with you."
"Oh Spikey-Wikey, I don't know what to say. Thank you so, soo much!" She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to fall in a lovestruck daze.
His thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Spike, the results have come in. "
"Okay, and that is?"
"Rarity is suffering from amnesia. But not all of her memory is gone. The farthest back she remembers is 7 years ago. She said she wants Fancy Pants here."
"7 years ago? At that time we weren't even together and she was dating Fancy Pants."
"That's probably why she's asking for him then. I wanted to call you and inform you on this though. You can come back if you like."
"Okay." Spike hung up the phone and looked blankly at the ground. Tears began forming at his eyes.
"Rarity..." He whispered. Just then, he began to cry. He cried as hard as he could, not hding back.
"FUCK." He screamed as loud as he could. He didn't care at all. He didn't care about anything. He just screamed and screamed.
"NO! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR, DAMMIT!" He punched the wall beside him, putting a hole right through it. He continued to cry. He noticed a picture of them together on their wedding day.
In Celestia and Lunas castle in Canterlot, a special event was taking place. This event includes Spike and Rarity. It was their day. Their wedding day.
"Do you, Spike Sparkle, take Rarity Belle, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Celestia asked.
"I do." He said excitedly.
"And do you, Rarity Belle, take Spike Sparkle, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." She said, tears in her eyes.
"Well then, I now pronounce you, dragon and wife. You may now miss the bride."
Spike leaned in and kissed Rarity. They both had tears in their eyes. He never wanted it to end. This was the best day of his life. But all good things come to an end.
When he snapped back to reality, he got up from the bed and walked to the door.
"I need to find Twilight."
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