Undercover Dates

     Soarin arrived at his father's house. He was trying to help him, but also aggravate him by referring to him as father. Ice Storm had recovered recently from a gunshot wound after he had quit his job at the local police station.

     "Stop, Stop father."

     "Stop calling me that."

     "You have to take it easy, father." Soarin insisted.

     "Soarin, would you let me go." Ice Storm grumbled.

     "Build up your strength."

     "Do you know how annoying you are? Calling me father, like in some black and white movie?"

    "Well I'm just trying to help you father."

     His mother walked into the room with them. She was carrying two plastic containers filled with leftovers.

     "Storm, let him help you."

     "I don't need any help walking. I'm fine. Both of you just- I'm fine." He replied.

     Glide opened the fridge. There was food everywhere and it wasn't organized. There were some items that she wasn't even sure were still edible.

     "When was the last time you cleaned this thing out?"

     "Look Mom, you didn't have to fly all the way over here just for this."

     It was true, Soarin could care for Ice Storm, and she could have stayed at her house. It was on the opposite side of Cloudsdale. If it was busy, it could take over a day to get there. However, Glide ignored his statement.

     "Is this a corn dog?" She questioned, holding a moldy looking thing attached to a stick.

     "I don't know. Only one way to find out. Take a bite."

     "I'm not biting into this."

     "Just get a little bitty bite-"

     "No I don't want any. It's disgusting. Now, I only made a few meals, and I'm only here a couple of days. Somepony has to check on him."

     "I get it. You want me to swing by, make sure he has fresh water. You know..... Change his Colostomy bag."

     "He doesn't have a Colostomy bag, Soarin." She said matter of factly.

     "Are you sure? He might have one. I think he has one."

     "Soar, do you realize that he almost died?" Glide answered.

     "Sorry, mom, I just- can't take you seriously when your holding that thing." He gestured to the 'thing' being held in his mother's wing.

     "I know you might not believe it, but someday you will want to live these times again. This could help you see him differently."

     "Hmmm, I don't know if I need, or want, to know him. I know enough already."

     Glide said nothing, she just looked at him. She seemed slightly annoyed with him for saying that.

     "I'm not making any promises."

     "Put plank 'J' into peg 'H'"

     Soarin was at Rainbow Dash's home. It was very quaint. There was some neutral colored furniture across the room consisting of a table, a L shaped couch, and a large flat screen tv that was hung on the wall.

     Windows brought in a good bit of natural lighting, but they had curtains so one could block the light coming through.

     "There is no peg 'H'. Peg 'H' doesn't exist! Ugh. I'm gonna kill somebody."

     "You just can't take a joke." Soarin smugly said.

     "You can go home ya know." Rainbow suggested.

     "Can't, there is a reason why I'm here. It's this. Dash, I just had a epiphany. My lease is almost up."

     "Yes, I may have been..... vaguely aware of that."

Has she been stalking me?

     "Well I am thinking, 'Soarin, you need to go on in life.' As a fully grown, muscular, handsome stallion." He paused think of how to word what he was going to say next. "It really isn't just me alone, by myself, or however you would put it."

     "I think you have finally had a mature thought Soarin, Congratulations." She smirked. Soarin usually thought like a colt, if somepony insulted him, he would ask to egg their house.

     "Really? Anyway, so do you know what I'm going to do?"

     "What are you gonna do?" Dash teased.

     "I'm gonna move in." He said. For once he actually sounded like his age suggested. Him and Rainbow leaned forward into a kiss.

     "With my dad."

     Rainbow paused. She seemed confused by what he just said. She moved away from him.

That idiot, does he ever know when he has pleased his mare enough to where said mare will let him move in?

     "Soarin."

     "I know right. How many times will my dad be recovering from a gunshot wound? Hopefully just this one time." He chuckled slightly.

     "What? Your cool right? Don't you dare lie. I can read you like your Daring Do novels."

     "Yep, I'm so cool with that."

     "Oh goodie," he said. "You had me worried for a second there."

     "What are you doing?"

     Soarin was in his office. He saw his childhood friend, Spitfire, taking pictures of herself in ridiculous poses.

     "It's not what it looks like. I'm just taking some, uh, extra photos from this online dating thing. It's no big deal."

     "Geez, I though it was for something that was actually embarrassing."

     "I need love too ya know. Almost everypony I have went out with was arrested for killing other ponies. I've got like, the worst luck when it comes to dating."

     "So let's go all over the interwebs, searching for the right stallion for you to take home and have a roll in the hay with."

     "Soarin, you know that's not what I mean."

     "Well look at this. He sounds like a pretty decent guy." Spitfire motioned to her desk laptop. "And I have a date with him. So suck it."

     "Ya know I'm in your little corner right? But EVERPONY lies on these things. Yeah, he seems like a good dude here, but what about in real life? When you show up, guess who is waiting at that bar? The version of Colonel Sanders wearing a wig."

     "Ugh, what are you even doing here?" She asked, already had enough of Soarin's surprise visit to the office.

     "I need to borrow your suitcase." He started trotting over to where it is stashed away.

     "What's wrong with yours?"

     "Yours has wheels. And the zipper works. Plus I dropped mine off my roof and the hinges broke."

     "I don't even want to know how you did that."

     "I'm moving in with my dad anyway." Soarin turned a corner and was rummaging around one of the back rooms.

     "You're doing what? Did you tell Dash?"

     "Yeah I told her last night."

     "And she didn't murder you with a pickaxe?

     "She said she was cool with it. My dad was shot. She gets it and-"

     Soarin continued his reasons why he was sure Rainbow was "ok" with it. Spitfire flipped through various profiles of mares and stallions. She took a second glance at some, but continued flipping through, until she arrived at the profile of a familiar mare. A VERY familiar mare. A mare which happens to be the one Soarin was speaking of under a different name.

     "Uh, Soarin, you might wanna see this. Rainbow might be cool, but 'Prism Sky' is on the market."

     "Prism Sky?"

     Soarin gazed at the screen. There was no doubt about it. It was Rainbow Dash smiling with her hair in a wavy ponytail.