Cheerilee was shocked. She had heard of Fancy Pants before, but she never knew that he was Scootaloo's father. Why then would she come in dirty, and why would she be starving? Unless he had abused her in more than what she'd admitted. Her soul burned with rage, and she stifled a frustrated scream. She took a deep breath, which helped a bit. "Do you know where his place of residence is?" Princess Celestia gave her a map, and pointed her in his direction. She thanked her, and went on her way. I'd tear his eyes out of their sockets if I didn't have to worry about teaching. Her head was swimming in thoughts. Fancy Pants had always seemed like a sophisticated, well-mannered colt, and he was married as well. So then why and how did he do these things and yet seem clean? Well, he was an important pony, and most of your time, when you're respected like that, is spent visiting and chatting with other celebrities, or attending balls. Cheerilee's legs ached, but they finally put her at her destination. Fancy Pants' mansion was almost as large as it was lavishly decorated. Great white walls rose high, above the trimmed trees that decorated the lawn. Large windows lined the sides of the mansion, and the shingled roof was colored in a shade of light blue. She was broken from her trance when she heard a noise. She looked around, trying to locate the source, but to no avail. She realized that it came from the house, and walked towards the door.

She knocked, and waited for a moment. The knob turned, and a pretty mare answered the door. Her mane was a very light pink, and her coat was even more white than Ponyville's local fashionista, Rarity. Her slender build looked as if she could snap in half, which Cheerilee would surely do to her if she couldn't control herself. But she was able to hide her anger rather well. She simply smiled, and asked if Fancy Pants was home. "Oh yes, he is in his study. Do come in." She led her through the lavishly decorated halls. Portraits hung up on every wall, and a soft, deep purple carpet adorned the floor. They approached the study, and Fleur Dis Lee let her in.

Towering bookshelves lined the walls, almost up to the ceiling, filled with great tomes on nearly every subject. A great globe sat in the center of the room, and around it was a circular desk. The room was illuminated by a crystal chandelier, casting lights around like a prism. Several velvet covered armchairs were placed around the room, and everything seemed to have the color scheme of the ocean, with blues and greens making up the majority of the furniture, with just one different color, being the cherry wood. In the main chair, Fancy Pants was sitting, reclining with a rather large volume. He looked up, and saw he had a visitor. "Ah, a guest! It has been quite a while since I last had an audience with somepony. Please, sit, and I'll have Fleur bring some beverages." He made his way to the door, but Cheerilee stopped hm.

"Actually, I came here because of Scootaloo. She's been coming to my classes later than usual recently, and I've seen lacerations and bruises on her body. I was hoping you would have an explanation?" Fancy Pants started adjusting his position, rather stiffly.

"I did not have any knowledge of these injuries, thank you for bringing them to my attention. I will try to have them examined firs thing. In the meantime, would you like some tea?" He offered her a cup, but she politely said no. But she decided it would probably be best not to bring up Scootaloo's accusations, and instead opted to observe his behavior. His eyes started to glance around, seemingly aimlessly, at the room. He coughed, and adjusted his tie.

"So, about Scootaloo. Has she been behaving? She can be rather aggressive sometimes, and she tends to be rather disobedient. I've tried to talk to her, but she cares not to listen."

Cheerilee knew he was lying. She knew a liar when she saw one, and this was no exception. His body language, his expression, his tone of voice, all matched a liar perfectly. She was disgusted, but chose not to show it. Se simply forced a smile, and finished her tea. She then left, saying she had a busy schedule. As she left the house, her thoughts swam. He's a bad liar, but I only hope he doesn't lash out at Scootaloo for this. And I wonder how I can get proof.

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Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle were back at their clubhouse. Scootaloo was worried, Miss Cheerilee had been gone since lunch. She knew she'd try and get help, she just hoped that she didn't involve her father. The thought of him made her eyes start to water, tears burning with hatred welling up. No filly her age should have to go through what she did. She was going to kill him, she thought. She had had enough, and the rage was at a boiling point. She wondered if Cheerilee thought she was lying, or if she didn't have anything to go on. Winds picked up outside the clubhouse, and they moved the building slightly. Thunder sounded. It was going to rain, and Scootaloo needed somewhere to stay. She couldn't, no, she wouldn't go back to him if it was her last action in Equestria.

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Miss Cheerilee made her way home. The cloudy sky mirrored to her mood, and as the rain started pouring, she sat down. Let it rain, let ALL down! I will not let that little filly down. I swear it on my life. She looked up at the sky, feeling the rain pour, like emotions, down onto her face. Her hooves were wet now, so she couldn't finish her work. But she cared little. Scootaloo was not going to suffer any longer than needed. She would prevail, if it was the last action she made alive.

Author's Note

OOH, swearing' on your life, are we? I wonder, what's next? (<--- reference)

Looks like Scootaloo and Cheerilee were thinking the same things. What a coincidence! (not)

I am very much enjoying this one. By the way, just to be clear. If I don't have any activity on this site for a month or more, either my internet or computer broke, or I've been killed by someone. So yeah, keep that in mind. Also, I don't like the way they spelled Fleur's name, but if that's the way they spelled it, so be it. But just for further nothing's, it's original proper spelling is Fleur De Lis.