A young Spitfire sat down on that blue park bench in Manehattan Park as the rain poured down on her. It seemed like everything had been going smoothly, life was on a good track . . . and it all fell apart on her in the span of a day. She found herself alone, scared and drenched.
But she also found herself sitting next to a stallion with a hidden connection to her not-so-distant past, willing to listen to her troubles . . . and keeping a wing over her head.

Note: Beware the "Complete" rating; this is currently a one-shot that can/will be continued if enough support is given for it.