I was suddenly jerked awake by what felt like my hair being pulled all at once with lots of force. I turned in bed to notice Twilight standing bedside with a freshly emptied bucket.

"Da hell was that for?!" I remarked in half joking anger.

"You caught the bed on fire. Seems we need to get you a fire resistant bed so you don't burn anything else," Twilight said flatly, yet hinting anger in her voice.

"Oh."

I realized I was sleeping in a bed... I last remembered worming my way around after some sort of accidental transformation spell had drained me of life force. Then a horn touched against mine... I couldn't remember anything after that.

I sat up quickly after realizing that the bed I was in was actually Twilight's bed and that she had gone and slept on the floor while being overly generous to her guest.

"Oh I didn't realize this was your bed I'm sorry Imsorryimsorryimsorrypleaseforgivemepleaseillevenworkofftheddebt!" I freaked out.

"Don't worry, it's nothing much, Star Fire," Twilight said flatly. "And it wasn’t my bed, just one of the spare beds in my castle. I have plenty, trust me. Besides, I'm sure it was only an accident."

I laid back down, staring into the ceiling. Then, I noticed something.

Giving her a questioning look, I asked, "Is Star Fire a curse word or something? What do you mean by it?"

As for the answer, I received, "No, silly, it’s your name."

I look up at Twilight, confused. "But, didn't I tell you that my name was Samuel, Sam for short? Don't you know it’s rude to give people new names without their knowledge?"

"The name was Celestia's idea," Twilight stated. "I did have a choice in the last name, though. You seemed to remind Celestia that the sun itself was a star, while I pinned together that things have so far tended to burn in your extended prescence, both me and Celestia thought Star Fire a very fitting name for you."

"Umm... thanks?" I replied, making an attempt to scratch the back of my head with a hoof. "Any news about my death in my home world? I know Luna would check upon my backstory for insurance, with her abilities and such."

"Well, yes and no actually," Twilight began, "From Luna's report, you lived with severe weight and sleep problems, and when you went to bed, your siblings thought you were asleep for the night. But when they called you out in the morning, you never came. They called several times before checking, and after vigorous shaking they decided to check to see if you were seriously even alive. Only then did they realize you were nearly dead."

"Other than the last part, how typical of them." I commented casually, a small grin taking place on my face.

Twilight shuddered at the causality that I had poured into that comment, and continued. "However, it turns out they are keeping your body alive in a hospital, where they are under the impression that you are in a coma. So if you wish, fortunately for you, you can return to y..."

"I don't have any decent family there, most of my supposed 'friends' are terrible, I was on the verge of failing High School, so I have nothing much to gain back if I were to return," I cut her off, giving strong and true reason to support my claim.

"Bu..."started Twilight, only to be interrupted again.

"I probably have far more to gain by remaining here for the rest of my life. Sure, I will have family that will miss me greatly, and I will miss them greatly too, but fact is most of the family that will TRULY miss me is the family that I've only been able to see maybe ten unevenly spread times over the course of the last five years. So even though they will miss me more than the rest, my death will not affect my life in that I couldn't see that part of the family legally if I wanted to. That's why I only went very rarely during stays at my father's house, where we could keep secret from the grandparents that I lived with and had been under lifelong custody of."

Twilight had finally seemed realized how bad me life was, even though she must have known the basics from my previous monologish explanations and from the dream report.

"I'm... sorry," she said, trying to comfort the what I’m sure she saw as a seemingly iron-hearted alicorn mare. "If I had only known this before, I would've... I would've..." Twilight failed to find words, almost to the point of crying for the teen-aged mare I’d become.

"It's not your fault," I cooed to the teary purple princess, reaching over to stroke her mane. "You didn't know because I hadn't told you of it. It’s not your fault that I keep those thoughts as far back as I can. How about we go shopping for beds?"

Twilight began to calm, and at the mention of beds, she re-realized what had happened before that lead to this conversation. "Sure, looks like I am in need of one, Star."

We both laughed at that and then we turned to head out to find stores that carried beds, Twilight leading the way.

During the trip, we also decided to look for magical inhibitors since my mane had a magical fire problem.

We had found a nice bed and a strong inhibitor, and found ourselves enjoying each other's company more and more. There were things she knew that I was interested in, there were things we both knew that we shared our own experiences to each other on them, there were things I knew that she had no idea about, of which definitely had her interest to a peak high, and then there were multiple theories on multiple things that we shared with each other.

We made it back to... whatever you would call this purple princess's place, and finally slid the fairly large bed off of our backs.

As soon as Twilight was free of the bed she pulled out the magical inhibitor and helped me strap it around my horn to where it wouldn't slip.

As soon as the inhibitor met my horn my mane fell from its usual magical glow into a normal-ish curly-ended hair that parted evenly in the middle. The non-magical form of my mane reminded me heavily of my hairstyle at home, and I instantly decided I wanted to get it straightened.

I ignored my hairstyle wishes and offered to somehow mount the bed on the bedframe for Twilight. She gratefully accepted the offer after a few insistences and watched as I calculated how I could get the bed on by flipping it over with my muzzle.

I managed to mount the bed in the right position and then used my mouth to pull sheets and such across the bed, levelling out creases with my hooves as I found them. After I made sure that the bed had been ridiculously overdone, I felt proud of my hard work.

We spent the rest of the day learning things from each other and seeing each other's perspective on other things.

It was a wonderful thing to me.

Author's Note

Edited chapter four, still wondering where my chapter two edits are. Either Autum thought Chapter Two was okay as-is or really just forgot about it. I've already had to use the webarchive's wayback machine on it once, when the skipping over it confused me. I'm letting Autum do the editing at his own pace.