The Not So Dreamy Dream Team

Prologue Follow up- Present Day

“WHAT?”

“I’m sorry miss Rainbow Dash, but the muscle damage to your wings is far, far too severe to have you darting about in the sky like that messing about with clouds”

I can’t believe this I simply CANNOT believe this.

“S-so you’re telling me that I can’t even do my job anymore?”

“I’m afraid so miss Rainbow Dash, I’m really sorry bu-“

“Yeah and what is being sorry possibly going to do to help me right now?”

“Look I didn’t want to tell you this; I didn’t want it to turn out like this but there is absolutely nothing I can do right now.”

I slumped onto the floor, the doctor’s office spinning in circles. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears almost as soon as they began to drip onto the rug.

I couldn’t even control the darn weather anymore.

I was the soul definition of useless.

But there was absolutely nothing I could do to fix my situation.

That was the worst thing, I was utterly stuck.

My doctor bent down and looked at me, his eyes soft with sympathy.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked gently.

“Let me tell my friends.” I answered gravely.

“They already know” the doctor replied with a sigh. I told them last night, they have known all this time Rainbow.

I replayed the events of the previous night in my head. My friends insisting that they stay the night with me in my dingy hospital room. The soft snuffling sounds I heard in the middle of the night that can now be put down to Rarity’s sobbing. Pinkie Pie’s extra-large “You’re awesome!” cake she made for me this morning. The nuzzle from Applejack, the pat on the back form Spike it all makes sense! Perfect sense!

Instead of numbness I feel anger. Real, raw anger.

“Why the hay didn’t they tell me!” I roar.

“Obviously wanted not to upset you my dear” replied my doctor wearily.

I shake my head angrily. “They couldn’t be bothered dealing with me that’s it!” but I know that can’t be true. If they truly didn’t care then they wouldn’t have slept in my room last night, or cried, or made a cake. They would have told me right there and then on the spot, if they didn’t care.

“Can I go home now?” I sigh almost as wearily as my doctor.

“Of course” he replies probably more than glad to see the back of me.

I nod my head in ways of saying goodbye and charge out the door, colliding almost instantly with a gaggle of ponies.

“Watch were the hay you’re goin’ “ snaps Applejack angrily.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

“You were waiting behind the door!” I cry unable to hide my surprise.

“Yes… we were…” replies Twilight, a hurt expression stitched onto her face.

“That means you heard everything… right?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Fluttershy nods bitterly, confirming my suspicions.

“I’m not angry you guys… just upset, and you can’t blame me really!” Twilight nods as if to tell me to stop, she understands, they all understand, but I carry on anyway.

“I lost everything I love in the space of about two weeks guys! Not only can I not even fly anymore but I can’t perform with the Wonderbolts, or teach Scootaloo properly, or even do my job. The Wonderbolts will end up completely forgetting about me, Scoots will hate me and now the weathers going get all messed up too!

I pause, partly for affect but mostly to take in the faces of my friends. They have all softened, all except Applejack.

I continue.

“I don’t wanna lose you guys too! You mean the absolute world to me and I can’t even imagine to think what I would even begin to do without you! So please just give me a cha-“I'm cut off by Pinkie Pie, who throws her forehooves around my neck and lets a tear drop down her cheek.

I notice her hair is straight again.

“Gee thanks Pinkie Pie!” I say with a smile, prying her off gently.

I'm not a huger.

“No problem!” she replies with a giggle, curls starting to appear in her hair.

“On that note!” I say as happily as I possibly can let’s all go home and never come back here EVER!”

“What about check-ups?” Rarity asks, a smirk crawling across her face.

“To HAY with check-ups! ” I reply loudly before darting off down the corridor.

“Hey, Dashie!” Twilight calls from down the hallway. “Wait!”

“What?” I ask hardly listening to her.

“What did you actually do to yourself?”

I freeze and slowly spin around, not sure how best to approach the topic.

“You want the honest answer?” I ask her finally?

“No!” Fluttershy wails. “I don’t want to hear any tales of blood and gore! They make me sick!”

“Don’t worry Fluttershy!” I say gently nudging her cheek. “Because the honest answer is… I don’t know…”

“You WHAT?” squeals Twilight in obvious disgust at the impossible nature of this answer.

“I don’t!” I snap hastily. “I was flying over Ponyville seeing if I had missed any rainclouds when… everything… just went black… When I got my sight back I was on the floor with my wings bent outta shape, you know…like ya do?”

“Twilight looked at me and sighed. You’re an oddball Rainbow Dash she muttered before running to catch up with me followed by the rest of the group, Applejack still looking sour.

“I know!” I told her but ya know Twi, I'm kinda glad I can’t remember! Anyway I need to get home I've gotta LOT of stuff to sor-“ and that if where I stopped and screamed.

“Oh for Celestia’s sake WHAT?” she groaned.

“How in all hay am I gonna get back to Cloudsdale?”

“ SAY, WHAT?”

“It was all me, all my fault!”

“It can’t have been”

“But it WAS! I KNOW IT WAS!”

“HOW DARE YOU KEEP THIS A SECRET?”

“I DIDN'T WANT RAINBOW TO BE MAD?”

“OF COURSE SHE IS GOING TO BE MAD!.... THIS IS DESPICABLE!”

“But-I-I j-just.”

“Look I just want you out of my house…”

“But I just…”

OUT NOW! I AM SO ANGRY WITH YOU! OUT OF MY HOUSE THIS MINUTE!”