Undercover Dates

     "You weren't expecting to see me here, Prism?"

     Rainbow Dash looked around in fear. There wasn't any police ponies coming up the path, nor were they listening in from the wooded area to her left and right. Light, seeing her scan the area, looked himself.

     "You waiting on a date or something?"

     "No, to be honest I sort of gave up on the whole dating thing. To much drama for a pony as awesome as me."

     "Haha, me too, me too. So your not expecting a Mr. Possibilities?"

     "Who? No. I don't know who that is."

     Light chucked and landed on the creaky wood platform. He took a few steps toward her, and with each step, Rainbow got more nervous.

      "Prism." He continued chuckling. Eventually, he was directly in front of her, clicking his tongue.

     "What? Who is he?"

     "Well, he is nobody. He doesn't exist. I'm sorry, did you think-- Yeah, really bad news for you, is that I created him." Light reached into his coat.

     "To prove a point." When his hoof left the pocket, it returned with a gun. He took it in his mouth and carefully affixed it to his hoof correctly. All the while, he was still pointing it at Rainbow Dash.

     "Rapid, we gotta go! Dash is in trouble!"

     "What are you talking about?"

     "I will explain on the way. Spitz, let's go!"

     Soarin ran towards Detective Rapidfire's car. He slammed the door shut after he was inside. The vibrations caused his coffee cup to spill over the seat.

     "Damn it Soarin!"

     "Such a beautiful day, isn't it?"

What the fuck is wrong with this guy?! He wants to kill me and is going to start with small talk?!

    "Lets go look at some ducks." Light grasped her by her left foreleg. He forced her down off the path.

     "Nice and easy." He coaxed her, still pointing the gun at her side.

      "It will be just like a date."

    "To prove a point to who?"

     "Oh, to all of you mares. Because you lie!" He got in her face. He glared at her. "Watch your step."

     "You say that you want a nice guy, but then, ha ha ha! Your all so damn shallow. And I just proved it!" He pulled her to a stop. He sighed tiredly.

     "I hate this. This is just-- This is just a terrible, horrible thing your making me do Prism." He shoved her again to get her moving.

     "Light! No one is making you do anyth--"

     "YES, YOU ARE!" He shouted in her face.

     Soarin, Spitfire, and Rapidfire sped down an old boulevard. Rapidfire was very stoic, and Soarin and Spitfire both showed faces of worry. The sirens wailed above their heads, and the light emitted was seen faintly on the abandoned houses they were whizzing past. Soarin thought back to when he saw the pictures if Mr. Possibilities. Instead of focusing on the person, he analyzed the background. He then remembered a picture he saw a few days back. It was the profile of one of the suspects that was disqualified as a threat. He analyzed the background of it and realized that the background from the Mr. Possibilities profile and the suspects were one in the same.

    "Sea pony guy." He muttered. "Rainbow's date from the Italian restaurant."

     "Yeah, I dated both of those girls that wound up dead. Hell, I'm the one who killed them! They rejected me. The made excuses on why they weren't ready for a relationship. Then the turned around and they were totally into my, uh, fictitious alter ego, Mr. Possibilities, because he seems like the perfect dude. He looked sexy and perfect. Ya see, mares.... don't want what they say they want. And your the same." They were surrounded by trees on all sides. He roughly shoved Prism to the ground. He cocked the gun.

     Tires screeched across the ground as a midnight blue vehicle's brackes were slammed. Three ponies threw the doors open. One had a gun of his own.

     "This is the meeting place. She can't be far off. Split up!" Soarin yelled as he shoved Rapidfire out of the way. He sprinted into the undergrowth.

     "Remember our date at the restaurant? Remember what you told me? That things were-- What was it Prism? They were to complicated for you? The. You turn around and write to Mr. Possibilities, partly begging to go out with him.

      Rapidfire ran through the woods. There were to many low tree limbs for him to fly, so he kept to the ground.

      I almost gave you a pass but you kept writing. You were relentless! You just had to go out with him! Didn't you?"

      Rainbow tried to turn around and face him. "No I didn't--"

      "Don't turn around!" Light shoved her again. She fell awkwardly and tried to scurry away from him. He followed her, still aiming the gun at her.

     "W-wait!"

      Soarin ran full speed through the dense vines and lumpy leaves that littered the forest floor. He stopped for a second to get his bearings. He then noticed something peculiar on the ground....

      "But I'm not like those other mare." Rainbow insisted. She was panting and dirty from being pushed onto the muddy ground. "I did like you. Maybe a little too much. I just didn't think you were into me." Light kept walking towards her. She took a few steps back in response. "I just don't think you liked me. I was actually kind of nervous. Really because I didn't think that somepony like you would like.... somepony like me. It's true. I wondered the entire time... what you would look like, without those glasses."

      He reached up with a wing, about to remove the glasses from his face.

     "May I?" Rainbow Dash tried to step to him, but he spoke the gun at her. He was nervous, but he let her take the glasses off him.

      "See? That is way better. When is look into your eyes, I see that you feel really deeply about stuff. I get it why you had to kill all of those mares."

      "You do?"

Is he actually buying this?

       "And now... it can just be you... and me."

Crap, now I've got to do this.

      Rainbow leaned forward and joined lips with Burning Light. As soon as he was completely distracted by it, she bent the foreleg with the gun against his back and shoved him to the ground. The pegasus then jumped onto his back and pinned him on the earthy soil.

      "Rainbow! Imma commin!" Soarin leaped down from a few rocks. He stopped as when he took a few steps.

      "Oh come on guys! Get a room."

      "Really?!"

      Soarin and Rainbow Dash leaned against one of the police cars. Light was already on his way to the police station, while the began to slowly trot around.

      "Ya see? Dating isn't as good as it cracked up to be." Soarin said with a smirk.

      "Had its moments."

     "You made out with a serial killer." he deadpanned.

     "You basically made out with Rapidfire."

     "Touche'. I had a startling revelation this week. A real big one. Super huge one."

      "Yes?"

     "I don't want to live with my parents."

     "Really?"

     "I, uh, like the way we fit. It's like a coffee stained puzzle."

      "And why would it be stained?" Rainbow inquired.

      "Because you were careless and knocked your decaf coffee all over it."

      "I don't drink coffee, Soarin."

      "Oh, you will."

      Rainbow Dash raided and eyebrow at him, but said nothing. They stopped at the balcony that the prismatic mare was standing on before she was taken by Light.

      Soarin interrupted the silence. "I think it's time that we moved in together."

      Soarin took his wing and cradled her face. She had a light blush from him doing so in public. He put his wing back at his side.

      "And that doesn't scare you somehow?"

      "Jeebus, I thought about it, and believe me. I just realized that I have lived in the same apartment for over three months since I met you. And home... should be wherever you are. And the dogs we are gonna get, pretty soon. So wherever you... and the fleet of pugs are, that's where I want to be."

       "About time. I feel the same way. Maybe a little wary on the pugs."

      "C'mon, you can fit their tiny faces right in your mouth."

      "They just squish right in there-"

      "You can eat those little faces right up."

      "So what made you so sure?" Rainbow faced him. She bore more seriousness in her expression.

      "I learned a lot this week, moving back in with my dad. I learned that you can't go back to your childhood home."

       "No, it's just a place made in your mind."

      "No, seriously I can't go back to that house, ever. Under any circumstances. Never again." Seeing Rainbow's puzzlement, he continued speaking. "I saw my parents doing it."

      She gasped loudly. "What?!"

      "Yep."

       "Your kidding." She asked out of disbelief.

        "I wish I was. There was a horrifying, tangle of limbs. Like more limbs that even made sense. There was old ponies skin and these primal noises."

      "Noises?!" She shook her head side to side, much like Spitfire did.

      "Noises like an Aardvark."

      "Dude, I am so sorry."

      "You want to know something else crazy?" Soarin politely asked.

      "Sure."

      "I'm going to kiss you on the mouth now."

      He leaned forward and smooched with her.

       "Live with me." They smooched again.

       Like a 5 year old filly, she responded. "Otay."

      Back at their humble office, Soarin and Spitfire sat by her computer. Soarin more or less, sat on her desk while she used the chair.

      "Boom, bye single Spitfire."

      "I know I was a bit threatened by you and Haze's relationship in the beginning, but I am happy for you two."

      "Thanks, I appreciate it."

      "I only half mean it."

      "Yeah, I figured. My relationship isn't where you and Rainbow Dash's yet. But where getting there." She looked at him slyly.

     "Woah. Easy there tiger. Take thing little foal steps. These types of things are delicate. Take it slow, get to know each other. Maybe break up."

      Spitfire, who was nodding with every few words, halted and glared at him. A quiet knock on the wall drew their attention to the stallion in the doorway.

      "Well look who is here." Spitfire jumped from her seat and gave Winter Haze a hug.

      "I'm not interrupting anything here, right?"

       "Nope."

      They kissed in the doorway.

      "When were both sort of... never mind"

      "Hello boo." Haze tickled Spitfire's nose with a primary feather.

      "That was sweet. The kind of sweet I was looking for."

       Soarin, being a douche, walks up to the and put I'd head close to Haze's.

        "Hello, boo." He said with a roll of his eyes.

     "You don't get to use boo, Soarin." Spitfire spoke.

      "Ok then. Anyway I just wanted you to tell your sister that I won't be accusing her of murder again."

     "Thanks." She prodded him in the chest. "I want you to recognize that we are good friends. I'm sure Haze won't interfere with that."

      Soarin gratefully smiled. "I'm gonna go get us some snacks. Do any of you want some?"

      "I would like an apple." Haze asked.

      "I said snacks..." He caught Spitfire's glare. ".... which means an apple."

       Soarin walked back to the kitchen. But not before he tripped over a ball. After he dusted himself off, he flew into it.

      "It weird really, we have known each other for a day and I feel really close to you." Spitfire started.

      "It's not weird, I feel the same."

      "It's comfortable with you. I feel like I could tell you things that I wouldn't have the courage to tell other guys."

      "Boo, you can tell be anything."

      "And you could do the same."

      A young filly, about 10 years old, came barreling through the doorway on a scooter. She was tan with a bright purple mane. Her eyes shone a brilliant orange.

      "Oh! Hello Topaz! Spitty, this is my daughter Topaz."

      He shooed her into the room. Haze lightly scolded her.

      "Topaz, I told you not to do that. Especially not on your new scooter."

      While Spitfire started at the duo with amazement, Soarin walked up to her.

      "All I could find were some Jolly Ranchers. I-" Soarin turned to the father and daughter.

     "Holy crap! Who's that?!"