The Comforter and the Company

Spike sighed in dismay. Once again, he was all alone in the castle. Well, he can't say that for sure, because the guards are on duty. The Mane 6 went off to Canterlot due to an important meeting by Princess Celestia and won't be back till the day after tomorrow.

Spike would've played with Owlicious outside, but it was raining.

Spike would've chatted with Flash Sentry, but he was on duty.

Spike would've read comics, but he already read them over and over.

Spike looked out from the window and wished they would come back soon. He missed them and the castle grew quiet without them. Spike dragged himself to his own bedroom and searched his basket. He threw out his dolls in process but couldn't find her.

Finally, Spike raised his claws up and yelled in worry, "Where is she?!"

"Spike?"

Spike turned his head to find none other than Flash Sentry standing by the door, staring at him with wide eyes, "A-are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Spike groaned, dropping on his basket bed. "I just can't find my favorite plush!"

"You mean this?"

Flash Sentry took out a Rarity plushie from his back. Spike stared at him with his jaw dropped opened, "H-how did y-you....W-where-?"

"I found it in the kitchen," Flash scratched his neck as he trotted closer and gave the doll to Spike. "Is this what you're looking for?"

"Y-yeah," Spike stuttered, hugging the plushie. "Thanks, Flash. I knew I could count on you."

"It's fine," Flash waved it off.

"Are you going home?" Spike asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," Flash nodded, "but I'll be back for my shift tomorrow morning."

Spike sighed, disappointed, "Yeah, sure. Have fun."

"You'll do just fine," Flash smiled. "How about you take a nap? Time goes by faster when you sleep."

"I'll do that," Spike agreed, pulling the covers on his body. "Good night."

"Have a good rest," Flash assured as he flicked the lights off and trotted out silently.

"Hey, Flash?"

Snickers... Spike tried hard not to laugh.

"Yeah?"

Brace yourself, Sentry.... Spike thought with an evil grin and mind.

"When will you marry Twilight?"

"S-Spike!"

Bwahahah! Nailed it! Spike smirked wide.

"Ah, sheesh, relax. I'm kidding, though I would love to see you guys get married."

"Good. Night. Spike."

Ouch! He sounds stern, thought Spike.

"Good night!"

The door closed as Spike heard the rain beating against the castle. Spike huddled closer to his Rarity and mumbled, "Spike's here to save you, Lady Rarity."

"Why thank you, Sir Spikey-Wikey!"

Spike blushed profusely. "It's nothing, Lady Rarity."

"But of course it's something! Is there anything else I could do in return?"

"Yes, Lady Rarity. There is. Please answer me, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will, Spike."

Spike made kissing noises before letting himself fall asleep in the embrace of Rarity and the sounds of raindrops.

"I love you, Spikey-Wikey."

"I love you too, Rarity," Spike yawned before drifting to Slumberland.

"Good night, Spikey-Wikey."