Case 1: Murder in Canterlot: Chapter 5

Three days later..

Spike's POV.

May 9th 1504

Canterlot General Hospital

4:22 AM

It had been 66 hours since Rarity had been shot. 66 long hours, every hour longer than the last. I couldn't sleep. I was just too worried. That and the fact the guest chairs were uncomfortable. She had woken up yesterday, and had been resting since then, so today when she woke up would be a good time to talk. Twilight had been by my side, but had to return to her castle a couple days ago. I just wanted not to worry, I knew Rarity would be fine. But minutes became hours, hours became days. That was the only time I could have talked to her in 66 long hours, and in such a tragic way. I had lost two of my best friends today, and a gunshot by someone I considered my best friend, or at least close to that almost cost the life of the one I loved the most. I couldn't shake the thought off my head, the thought that I couldn't protect Rarity when she needed it the most.

Then I heard a loud noise..

"Rarity?" I said.

"Spike?" Rarity said, with a shocked look in her eyes. She got up her bed and slowly walked over to me and gave me a kiss. Her waist was stitched a lot, 15-20 stitches, in fact. The bullet went through her whole waist and landed on a backbone. The procedure went fine. But it tore me up to see her so badly scarred.

"Does it hurt?" I said.

"It does, but what hurts me most is I know who was the real to-be-murderer. The mastermind behind the plan."

"So you read the case file I gave you?" I said.

"I can't believe Dash would do something like that." Rarity said, trying to formulate an answer to her own question.

"I know.. But I think there's more to this case than just that, Rares."

"I know.." She said. Before starting over again.

"Even if she still had feelings for you, why did she try to murder me? She wouldn't get your love. Actually, she would actually just get hate.

What if Nightstroke wasn't the one who shot me? It would have been easy to fire from behind then hide behind a wall, wouldn't it have been?" She said.

"That is impossible. We already analyzed the bullet that shot through you. It came from Nightstroke's gun."

"Why did Dash not do the deed herself?" Rarity asked me.

"Well, I have a theory. A theory that Dash was trying to set Nightstroke up."

"If we review the evidence then we see Dash paid the bits in actual cash, instead of through a bank transaction. In other means, there would be no record of she ever hiring Nightstroke. She would be free, and Nightstroke would be not, and even if Nightstroke said he was set-up, no one would believe him because they considered he was just another dirty criminal. Ironically, Dash would be the one to be the final witness, since Nightstroke would have said it was a set-up. He would have pleaded guilty, but also incriminated Dash."

"This means.." Rarity said.

"That Dash would have had a perfect crime had you died, ironically, yes." I said, frowning at the irony of the last statement.

"Had she committed the crime and not gone for such a rookie shooter, then Dash would have made the perfect crime."

"Well, that's luck, I guess. He tried committing two crimes with a gun. The first crime he outright missed and then said fuck it and threw the gun away and stabbed her. That crime was a success. Well for him, not for us." Rarity said, before repeating

"The second crime, had you not been there then.. Lacitus would have probably killed me." Rarity said, a first time. Before repeating.

"Had you not been there, Lacitus would have probably killed me." A second time. She burst into tears.

I got up into her bed, and hugged her. Before kissing her in the head.

"I won't let anyone harm you, Rarity!" I said, before exploding in tears, too.

"I can't let you die! I need you! You are the sunshine in me.. You are.. L'amour de ma vie!" I said, with emotion.

"So I am the love of your life?" Rarity said, chuckling in midst-tears. At this point I couldn't tell if we were crying due to sadness or due to happiness.

"Well, you, darling, are my life."