"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" Slate panicked as he paced around the boat.

"This is bad! Bad! Bad! Celestia will have my head, literally!"

The rest of the class were looking to the water, waiting to see the thrashing, the gore, the blood, the body parts, the screams for help.

If Twilight was to die, it would not have affected me personally, nor would I be at a disadvantage. In fact, if she was to die, it would be better for me. It was then I felt the churning of guilt. Those thoughts made me sick, made me disgusted with myself. My mind then showed a scene of her funeral, a crying family, a heartbroken princess grieving of a young life tragically cut short. We all might have hated her guts, but she was still loved by people.

Twilight was an angry, bitchy human, but she was still human. It took me being stuck with her that made me realize that.

Slate was desperately trying to get the SCUBA gear on, but in his haste, he was missing basic steps which delayed him. The instructors were taking their sweet time, trying their gear on. Their K-Bar knives and a spring loaded harpoon gun were sitting on a bench.

I waddled with my flippers over to the bench and took the gun.

"What are you doing?!" Bubbly cried out.

"Getting Twilight!" I answered as I sat on the ledge of the boat.

"Why!? Dude you don't have to risk your life for her!"

I didn't answer. I snapped the mask over my face, raised the harpoon gun over my head, leaned back, and fell to the now shark infested ocean.

I flipped around as soon as I hit the water, trying to do it like how the cool guys did it in the movies. Unfortunately, I looked like a retarded seal doing it. No matter, I still had to get Twilight. I paddled deeper into the water, headed to the spot where I last saw her, a spot in the reef. I had both hands on the harpoon gun and looking at all directions, because a Great White will only attack when the prey isn't looking or is distracted, and since I couldn't see it and I was alone, I was a sitting duck along with Twilight. Every second I was paddling was unbearable. My mind, my body was trying to make me swim back to the boat out of fear, but I kept pushing anyway.

I kept swimming to the spot, hoping she didn't move. With luck, she hadn't, she was still taking notes in that one spot of the reef, where there were fish all over. I signed in relief and started to swim to her, but stopped. My heart started racing, my mind began to get light. I froze. Coming at me out in the distance was the great white.

It was big, it looked mean, and it was headed my way. To be honest, it was at its cruising speed, so I knew I was not 'oh shit, oh shit' danger at that moment, but with how volatile the creature was: I couldn't bet on it not being hungry. It was like an old western showdown. I was floating in the current, waiting to see if that thing, which was maybe a quarter of a mile out and headed to me was going to launch an attack. I was ready to paddle to Twilight and prepare for a fight.

I didn't know what made me do it, but I started swimming to Twilight as fast as I could, my hand on the harpoon, its hook aimed right at the shark, which was a few seconds from being on me.

Twilight turned in time to see me press her against the coral, my eyes fixated on hers. If the shark was to attack, it would get my tank. It would buy me time to make the necessary shot, but chances are I would drown on the way up, but it would give Twilight the time to escape.

She kept struggling as I had her against the rock, trying to keep her hidden. Her struggle immediately stopped, and her eyes widened and had fear written all over it. She watched as the Great White shark swam casually above us, without a single fuck. Her breathing slowed down when the shark passed. When we realized we were safe, I realized that my cock was pressed hard against her pussy, our parts separated by two thin layers of clothing. Her chest was pressed against mine, and her legs were wrapped around me in her fear when the shark came. I was turned out on by the pressing of our near-nude bodies and unsure what to do, I was fully erect and I knew she could have felt it. I wrapped my hands around her lower back and began to swim up, towards the surface, keeping our position, looking like we were fucking mid-water. She eventually uncrossed her legs and we were hand in hand, both swimming to the surface.

* * *

Just my luck, we surfaced right by the boat. We both pulled our masks out and paddled to the end of the boat. I grabbed Twilight by the legs and tried to lift her while in the ocean as Slate pulled her on board. I was helped up right afterward by Slate and Crimson. I began to breathe normally again because the entire ordeal was a hell of an adrenaline rush.

Slate didn't say anything, just signaled to the boat crew to get them ready to get home. He looked deep in thought, though, which always never good.

***

I took a nap after we docked, which only lasted thirty minutes or so, the heat too much for a simple afternoon sleeper.

Oh well.

So, I went to the break room for a nice cold soda and walked into a celebration. Everyone was in a festive mood, a lot of talking, cheering, talks of a party and or alcohol run.

"W-what did I miss?" I asked.

"Dude, did you take a nap or something?" Crimson asked.

"Yea, why?"

"You're free, motherfucker!" Bubbly cheered.

"I don't…"

"Twilight is getting dismissed from the program!"

"What?! Why?!"

"She ignored Slate and kept diving, this is the best day ever!" Bubbly yelled.

"But, But!" I replied before storming out.

I couldn't believe it, did they really miss the story? She mentioned her comm system was acting funny, but at the same time, it was Twilight and no more her. Her being dismissed was not as bad as getting ripped apart by a shark, but the guilt was there all the same seeing how her academia dreams were either set back or destroyed.

*Sigh*, I hate you sometimes, conscious.

The divers were having an early dinner courtesy of our camp, so I went straight to their open, unguarded, box truck. I climbed into the bed of it, unhooked the papers on the side of the cargo area. A few flips later I was at the "S'" and found Twilight and the serial number of the transponder. luckily, the walls of the truck had the transponder organized alongside the wall by brackets. When I found it and took a closer look, I knew I had the right one: the led display had fogged up, a clear sign of a water breach.

With all the evidence I needed I jumped off the truck and was on my way to Slate's office. Unfortunately, my classmates had formed a mob that was blocking my way.

"Blue. We love you, but why are you doing this?" Bubbly asked. Everyone else was concerned as well, seeing how I was the one who had suffered the most by her.

"Because to let her possibly die back there in the water, and then not stand up for someone who is being wronged, it doesn't make you better than she is. She is no doubt a horrible person, but has the ends ever justified the means?"

"Yes?" Crimson answered.

I sighed, "Look, I'll handle Twilight and try to keep her bitchiness down, she kinda owes me one or two now."

"Alright, but if she causes shit, it's on you then to hear our complaints," someone from the class yelled out.

"Fine, just let me through."

I walked past the class, feeling their annoyance and dislike over this. They would eventually get over it, but in the meantime, I was not the most liked person. Even Mistral Serenity was not happy about what I was doing from that sour face she gave me as I passed by her. It sucked for me, but no one ever said doing the right thing was easy nor popular.

I walked in into Slate's office without knocking, a sure fire way to get his attention since that was his pet peeve.

Slate was sitting on his desk, the phone in one hand, his hands about to press the buttons to Princess Celestia's direct line on the other. Twilight was sitting in the chair next to me, her eyes were red and she was sobbing, facing the prospect of her life of hard work and sting being for naught.

"Slate, uh... you may want to see this."

"Whats up, Blue? Because please: feel free to barge in when I'm doing my job...for once."

I placed the clipboard and comlink on his desk.

"This is Twilight's signature on the sign-out sheet, meaning that yes, it was working when she got it. But, if you look at the led, it shows that water has gone in. No only that, she was thrown against the coral when a hard wave came through, which can explain why her link wasn't working and why she didn't get the call to surface."

So much for being free from her.

He took a look at the two items, and with the evidence too much to not ignore, he hung up his phone.

"Well hot damn, Dick Tracey, you got some skill, I can tell you that. Well, Twilight: your partner bailed you out of a jam, for the second time today."

I felt a mass blindside me, nearly knocking us over. Twilights hug was tight, to the point of it nearly crushing my ribs.

"Thank you! Thank you!" She cried over and over.

So cute.

She allowed me to move, which instead of a painful experience, well it felt great, even if it was Twilight.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, it's time for dinner. Sushi… I might have thought diving with those nice fishes would give you a craving to eat them."

"That is one sick sense of humor," Twilight said with a wry smile, her eyes still watery, this time from relief and not sadness.

"Isn't It?"

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