Undercover Dates

     At the local movie theater, ponies poured out, chatting about various scenes of the movie itself. Some called it crappy, others thoroughly enjoyed it.

     There was a lone van on the same side of the street as the theater. It was a police van. Inside the van, Lightning, Rapidfire, and Soarin are stationed. They listened in on earpieces that were adorned on their heads.

     "Alright, the movie should be out. We're back up and running." The orange colt glanced at his watch. He was correct.

     "This is work time."

     "I can not believe you got that out of me. I usually don't tell ponies about the groups I am apart of." The stallion who had spoken had a light green coat. He wore a pair of shades on his head, yet it was eight o'clock at night. "They won't let me play games."

     "I am so not intimated by that." The pegasus was slightly tired. These dates seemed to bore her more than anything. "I bet I could give you a run for your money in anything." Apparently, being undercover wouldn't stop her from showing her competitive nature.

     Inside the van, Rapidfire was commenting on what was transpiring outside. "There is a lot of heat coming of those two."

     "Dash is a much better actress than I have here credit for. Pretending to be into this 'Leafy Seasons' guy-come on."

     "Please, you're the only one in this van who isn't into this guy."

     Both Soarin and one of the other ponies crowded in the vehicle raised their hooves.

     "Ha! Told ya!"

     "Seriously, mares are way better at spelling and stuff than guys."

     Inside the arcade section of the movie theater, Rainbow Dash and Leafy Seasons sat with sodas and a pizza. Rainbow had already eaten half of it, while Seasons was still on his first.

     Across the room, by the pinball machines, was a fiery mare. She was picking up some fried carrots and a coke. Since she didn't have anything to focus all of her attention on at the moment, she listened to the conversations around her. One in particular stuck out to her. It was one of her friends voices, but the other was not one she recognized. Her pose shifted so she could look at the voices owners. She was shocked by what she saw.

     "Really? Cause I have won every spelling bee I have been in."

     "Like an egghead."

     Spitfire made her way over to the couple. She was confused, angry, and parched all at once. She solved one problem by gulping down some of her soda. With that taken care of, she continued trotting over to the pair of ponies.

     "Wow. So this is how your gonna play my best friend?"

     Within the van, Rapidfire recognized the voice. "Is that Spitfire? You didn't tell her about this?!" Rapidfire spun around on his hooves. His eyes met Soarin's and he glared. "She is going to ruin the whole operation!"

     Inside the theater, Rainbow was trying to cook up some kind of excuse. "Um, I don't know what you're talking about." She eventually spoke, her head beginning to glisten with sweat.

     Spitfire was not amused. Rainbow turned back to Season. "I don't know who this is. Really." She whispered.

     "Oh, ok. I see how this is."

     Rainbow made several motions signaling her to stop by taking her hoof and doing a horizontal, slicing move. However. Spitfire did not catch what she ment and continued.

     "That is cold. If I didn't have a date patiently waiting on me right now, I would be doing exactly what my name states, spitting fire." She took a sip of her soda and trotted behind them.

     In the van, Soarin was proud by Spitfire's actions.

     "That my girl right there."

     Soarin grabbed some documents of the rack beside him. Lightning leaned over his shoulder to look at it, and Soarin responded by glaring at him. Lightning stood back near tuning equipment.

     "As I was about to say, let me ask you a question. Who-- who came up with these panic codes for Dash, huh?" He read over them with a raised eyebrow.

     "I feel hot?"

     "What would you prefer?"

     "Something that can start a conversation like, I don't know, you have a butt chin."

     Rainbow and Leafy Seasons calmly walked down the sidewalk in a dimly lit neighborhood.

     "Well, here we are. The end of the date good bye." Seasons spoke. He turned around and faced Rainbow Dash.

     "Yep."

     "Now I know it's a little weird, but I have a little surprise for you. I need you to turn around."

     Rainbow grew nervous. This could be it. This guy, wanting her to turn around, want's to give her a 'surprise.'"

I better play it safe.

     "Oh, no."

     "Come on, come on."

     "I don't need a surprise."

     Soarin sat with his bowl of popcorn, listening intently to what they were saying. "She needs us. Let's bounce."

     "No, no, no. Hold up. She knows what to do. We go now, we will probably blow her cover."

     "Come on, come on. Just play along."

     Rainbow had worry sketched across her face.

     "You know what-" rainbow tried to turn around but was forced back away from the stallion.

    "No, no. You will ruin the surprise. Now close your eyes."

     "I feel hot. Really hot."

     Back in the van, Soarin and Rapidfire's eyes widened. The looked at each other, and threw down their headpieces. They then kicked the back door of the van open and galloped to Rainbow's position.

     They shoved pedestrians aside. Eventually, Soarin decided flying over running. He flew over the carts and ponies, nearly crashing into a few flyers as well. He touched down in the neighborhood, with Rapidfire not far behind.

     Seasons put a thin wire-like cord around Rainbow's neck. But to her surprise, it didn't start strangling her. She heard a faint click behind her and the object was left hanging around her neck.

     "A necklace?"

     "You said on your profile that you liked turtles." Seasons had a wide smile adorned on his face. He hugged Rainbow, which she returned.

     Still in the hug, Leafy Seasons began talking. "It looks just like the one I saw on my overseas trip!"

     "Wow, that is, uh, cool." They released the hug.

     "I know, I know. You said you were feeling hot?"

     "Oh yeah, I'm feeling cold. VERY, VERY cold." She announced loudly.

      Soarin and Rapidfire. We're galloping towards the two. Seasons had his back to them.

     "I'm feeling cold. VERY, VERY cold." They heard Rainbow say.

      They halted and frantically scanned the area for someplace to hide. With no other options, Soarin wrapped his hooves around Rapidfire's midsection.

     "What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" He whisper-yelled.

     "You want to blow her cover? Put these arms around me. C'mon, sell it!"

      Rapidfire hooked one forleg over Soarin's waist. He looked as uncomfortable and angry as possible.

      "Rub my back at a medium pace."

     With a scowl, Rapidfire slowly rubbed his hoof over Soarin's back.

     "You're an idiot."

     "Make it tender!"

     "I'm being tender!"

     "Wait, this just in."

     Soarin took one of his hooves and clutched Rapidfire's rear. He responded by looking like someone was trying to squeeze him out of a squeezable jelly container.

     "Love is in the air, huh."

     "Yep, something." Rainbow responded. "Something is."

I wish I had a camera!

     Soarin was still holding onto his rear and Rapidfire was still rubbing his back. "I will beat you within an inch of your life when this is over." Rapidfire growled.

     "So how was your date?"

     Soarin had just arrived home after that... interesting debacle. His parents were lounging on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Storm's face was stuffed with it, and Glide was eating one piece at a time.

     "Well, uh.... Rainbow's guy wasn't a serial killer. That was a complete buzzkill. Got a little action from Rapid. Middle school style. Over the clothes and whatnot."

     "Come sit." Glide happy offered. She patted the space beside her.

     "I really wanna talk about something. This isn't normal, you see that? I don't see how all of us back together will work out. You're divorced. It doesn't feel right with everybody being back together like one, big, happy family again. I'm also in my thirties. It's weird."

     Soarin turned his attention to theme small, boxy television.

     "Is that The Unicorn Who Could Fly?"

     Glide nodded. Soarin plopped his body onto the couch. With a grunt, he repositioned and got comfortable.

     "Nopony understood him except Milky. And then he just flew away.... into the clouds. Ya know, sometimes I feel like that little colt. I just want to fly away..."

     "Soarin, you can fly."

     "........ That is irrelevant."

     "How?"

     "......"

     "Anyway, I did your laundry. It is on your bed." She paused and rubbed Soarin's leg.

     "This is exactly what I am talking about. I don't need you to do my laundry."

     "Do you like your socks folded or in balls?"

      "Those socks aren't mine. They're Rainbow Dash's."

      "That explains why they looked so sexy on me."

     Soarin looked at his mother, utterly horrified. He now has a mental picture of his mother in multi colored socks, looking at him with a sultry expression. He shuddered at the thought. Glide had a grin stretched from ear to ear.

     "There are some things that you do NOT share with your son. And that is at the top of the list!"

     "Oh well, and I did them in balls."

      "Good, I like them in balls."