A Revolution [ In Love ]

--- Act Two - Chapter Five --- De'ja-Vu ---

( I get it, a lot of this is from AJ's PoV, deal with it :3 )

Warning - contains some material our more sensitive viewers may not wish to read. Not gore/violence.

-- Current Time --

" I'm a-comin' in, wether er' not yer' door stays in tact's up'ta you! " Applejack waited a moment. No response.

" Last chance! " She shouted. No response.

Dash opened an eye, and the severity of her situation dawned on her.

.....

What had she done?

--- Ninety minutes previously ---

" DAMN IT! "

Something shattered, then something tore.

" Bet they were leading me on too... " A mare's sobs could be heard over the entourage of chaos in her home.

Dash was still infuriated over Applejack. " I wasn't lying! The damned element of HONESTY- " She threw a vase against another, the shards sticking out of the cloud floor. " -couldn't see that!? "

Dash walked into the kitchen, and went to town. Yelling obscenities, she tore down as much as she could. She overthrew her oven ( Cloud, ) kicked over her fridge ( Cloud' ) contents spilling everywhere, and spilled various containers of spices.

Her headache was returning, slowing her sufficiently as she clutched at her head several times.

Slowly, she grabbed a bottle of Tylenol out of the cabinet, and took two. When she was done, she threw the bottle on the floor, it's contents spilling everywhere.

She eyed the skipping pills, and had an idea how to escape herself, if only for a while...

-- Current Time --

Applejack turned away from the door, reared up her hind legs, and landed a crippling blow on the door. It spiderweb cracked, but stood. One more punishing kick, and the cracks grew larger.

" C'mon now, just. Go. DOWN! " Applejack shouted as she reared up, and forced a blow that could've shamed even her brother.

Her hooves went through the door, along with a good chunk of it. She stopped a moment to gratify herself, then for good measure, expanded the hole so she could squeeze through.

After a moment, she peeked through and looked around. It looked like Discord in there.

Tables were overturned, the furniture was scrambled ( literally, ) the only thing in tact was a distorted cyan colored mare with a rainbow mane lying on what seemed to be a bed of storm clouds.

" ... Rainbow..." She said to herself, in shock over the state of the home, and her friend.

She trotted to the inert pony, gaping at all the strewn about things. If it wasn't cloud, it was destroyed. End of story.

Framed photos of herself and various people were torn and shattered, Trophies were decimated, but what really impacted reality upon Applejack was the autographed photo of five of the Wonderbolts.

' If she was angry enough to do this... ' Applejack thought...

She turned back to the bed, and jumped beside Dash.

" I... You okay Dashie? " Applejack asked, lightly nudging her.

Nothing.

" Dash, I... If it means anything... I'm sorry... I shouldn't a' jumped to conclusions... Big Mac explained everything... " She continued.

" And I just thought... I should tell you... You- " The words choked in her throat.

Dash heard everything. She still wanted to yell. She still wanted to throw herself against Applejack.

But she really wanted to admit her happiness, she wanted to embrace Applejack and cry her problems away.

But she couldn't. She had made sure of that herself, in a moment of bad judgement.

Applejack spoke again. " Say somethin' Dashie, c'mon. Just lemee hear yer' voice again... Dashie? Are you...? " The thought struck her.

" No..." She moaned. " Oh no, sugar, please don't do this. Please no! NO!" Applejack yelled, shaking her body violently. Cold.

" Wake up! Galdernit you! You ain't stealin' my heart an' leavin' me! Now SAY SOMETHING!! " Applejack was in tears.

Dash lay silent.

Panic set in for Applejack. " WHY THE BLAZES AREN'T YOU TWO IN HERE?! "

Pinkie walked in first, her hair straight, her body slumped. She looked back remorsefully at Twilight, signaling her to follow.

They had been watching the whole time.

" Twilight, do somethin'! " She yelled.

" There's.... Nothing I CAN do..... She's- " Twilight stopped.

Dash drowsily cracked open an eye. " Sorry..... " She muttered almost inaudibly.

Everybody stared in shock for a moment.

" She's alive! " Pinkie yelled, jumping on dash and rolling her onto her back. She didn't react.

Twilight's horn sparked, and they were in a lobby.

Everyone froze, and a passing Doctor dropped his papers.

...............

" Can somepony HELP already!? " Applejack shouted, stomping her hoof on the floor, a crack spiderwebbing from the marble upon impact.

Then the silence shattered.

A barrage of voices filled the air, barking orders in various directions.

Dash was lain onto a stretcher, and rushed down several hallways.

" What's goin' on? Where are we goin' ? Hello!? " Applejack asked the doctor.

" Quiet! She's going to ICU, we need to flush her system immediately. What did she digest? " The doctor asked, as they ran.

" I- She- " Applejack struggled to remember the label on the container that lay on the ground besides Dash's bed.

" Tylenol. " Spike said quietly, from Twilight's back.

It was the first time that every pony realized that spike was being exposed to this, and Twilight felt her gut wrench in guilt at the fact.

" Up the dose another 70 CC's, She'd better be ready to put up one hell of a fight with her immune system... " The doctor broadcast to everypony.

A few more turns of yelling various orders went by in seconds, and two stallions, along with three mares wearing medical equipment, trotted in the room, feverishly preparing for multitudes of things they would need to do to bring Dash back.

Applejack couldn't help a glance at the pony. She looked at her as they wheeled her into the room, and for in instant, she thought she saw those beautiful amber-pink eyes staring back at her.

A nurse directed the four to stay outside the room until Dash was stable enough for one guest at a time.

Hours passed, time seemed to crawl.

--

Twilight curled herself around a sleeping spike in a corner, Pinkie sitting silently in a chair, her usual exuberance just as deflated as her hair, and Applejack pacing idly up and down the hall.

The door clicked open, and the three ponies' ears peaked in earnest.

Nurse Redheart walked slowly out of the room, ears lowered.

" Your friend, Ms. Dash... "

-- End chapter 5 --