Author's Note

The plot thickens as my cup runneth over. In other words, the story shall continue. Either until I run of ideas or the characters end up killing one another. So hopefully neither happens. I present; Part 2 of . . .Why?!

200 Miles Upside The Side Of Spike's Head

Recovery.

"Data corruption. . .initiate recovery protocol.

. . .

"Recovery sucessful. Resuming play; Part 2. . .

When Spike woke up the next morning, he opened his eyes and viewed the bright Ponyville sky. He heard birds chirping and foals playing and laughing. He heard it perfectly on the account of him destroying the castle.

Which he had to get fixed before anypony else important could realize. Namely Twilight and Rarity.

"Hey, Spike," Peewee called from behind him, getting up and looking to see the pheonix perched over his small bed with a smile on his face. And live worms in his beak. "Want some? They're the best kind! They pretty double in size this time of year, and they go great for your dying garden."

The drake nearly had the urge to yell no, but he remembered that Peewee loved to eat worms, and while Spike wouldn't admit it, worms certainly helped in a crunch when they was nothing to eat. So being the decent friend that he is, he politely decliend.

"Eh, no thanks, bud. I'd rather munch on a few gems for breaky. But, thanks. Now," He sat up, yawning and giving his neck a stratch. "How are we gonna fix the castle before Twilight and the rest of girls make it back from Yak-Yakistan for this meeting on trade or whatever it is was Twi was rambling on about?"

Peewee fluttlered his wings a bit, landing on Spike's waiting arm. "We don't. I have no idea about how to fix a house, much less one made of crystal. And you have no money or waiting skills for the job to be done."

"Then, what do we do? Get Big Mac to help?"

Peewee laughed, though it was in a light manner.

"Eh, no." Peewee frowned. "Rememeber the fact that he does not like you anymore? Or do I need to remind you of the House Guzman incident?"

Spike paled for a moment, his soul leaving his body and going to the great for beyond for a few seconds.

''No.'' Spike said, snapping back to reality. ''I. . .guess that option is out for who we know can help us build stuff. So, maybe we can talk to Celestia and Luna."

Peewee frowned. "Wouldn't that do the opposite of what it is we want?"

"Psssssh! No way!" Spike said with no amount of worry. He then crossed his claws together and walked over to his blanket, dragging it with him as he explained. "Me and the princesses are like 'that', we're that tight. We just need to explain what happened and we should be ok."

"How?" Peewee asked, uncertain of his friend's ability to make a sound choice. "The train takes a good hour to get us there. And money, something you do not have and eat is very scarce, so unless you have a magic carpet, Baby Dragon and wise-cracking Phoenix go nowhere." Peewee said.

Spike began to breathe his trademark fire that would send letters to Celestia and created a portal that, in his opinion would solve the problem in itself.

"Trust me, we can get the castle fixed," Spike walked through the portal, a smile on his face.

"We cannot fix the castle, young Spike." Luna bluntly said.

"What?!"

"Called it!" Peewee took flight around the inner chambers of Canterlot Castle, pieces of his feathers cascading down down to the floor. "You's a dummy!"

"Now, now; that is no way to speak to your master," Celestia scolded, but said less of a commanding tone as she indulged in herself in some flan. "His foolishness is beyond that of 'dummy', Peewee," Spike's claws clenched as he racked his head on why.

"Fine, why not? Why can't the castle be fixed? Is it because the material is hard to come by? Not enough time? Or is it-"

"You's a damn, dumb, dragon douche!~" Peewee snickered, weaving in and out of the air, avoiding Spike throwing rocks until Luna possessed him with her magic before slamming him to the ground with resounding thud.

Exhaling, she spoke. "If you let us finish speaking, you'd see that-"

"You broke my talon.~"

". . .It will heal. We are well within the realm of fixing Princess Twilight Sparkle's castle, though we the way you explained its demise makes it seem less likely that a experiment caused it. Rather, your ego, specifically along with a hint of discord. Literally. Or are we wrong?"

Spike couldn't believe this. They. . .knew?

"How did you-"

"Know? Me and Luna are very skilled in the art of being able to predict the future." Celestia smiled.

"You just watched it happen, but did nothing, didn't you two?" Spike clicked his tongue when the pair refused to look at them, Luna settling on snuggling back into her oversized blue bath robe as Celesta scratched her stomach. "Well, can you help us or not? Twilight is bound for this side of Equestria in a few hours. And it's not like you're really doing a lot."

Luna rolled her eyes and pointed a hoof at the pair, waving it back and forth as Spike fumed with aggravation and Peewee with hurt over his talon. "No evidence. No valid reason. And no way are we doing that. It's unbecoming of us. So we wish you luck."

"Luck?" the asked.

"Luck, yes. Do you live in a cave?" Luna asked. "Unless you want us to tell Young Twilight?''

Spike immediately began sweating, murmuring about he would be to sure to not be able to face Twilight if she found out what happened. He had enough issues to deal with, such as Discord and Pinkie Pie going all-out which in a way did contribute to the castle being destroyed, though he was sure that Twilight would be sure to take things out of proportions. Princess Luna sure put him in a bind, so he had to find a way to make things right, lest he have to deal with the wrath of the aforementioned Sparkle-Butt.

''Okay, okay. Maybe we can work something out,'' Spike walked over to Luna, giving her a small nudge as she huffed a bit. ''What would it take for the two of you to help out your favorite Dragon?''

''Well, what do you have to offer us?'' Luna asked.

''He could give you two. . .some. . . uh; gems?'' Peewee looked to see the pair shoot him a deadpan look. ''Ok, not a fan of money cause you probably got more than enough. Then what about giving you his Power Ponies comic collection?''

Luna blew a raspberry while her sister took to twirling her mane in boredom. ''Try again.~'' they both spoke.

''Little help, Spike? What could we give them so that we can get the castle fixed? Anything at all?''

The pair sat down on the cold floor, trying to put their collective minds together to attempt to worm something the princesses would want. Luna and Celestia were truly polar opposites, and anything that could line up in a slight of interest was very rare. Well, they were both equally lazy, one such example as Celestia and Luna were so lazy that either refused to fully use their magic to influence their respective duties that it was half day and half night for, well, however long it was until Twilight and Cadence worked together to fix the issue. So, what could he come up with that fell in line with being lazy?

''Spike, I think I may have an idea,'' Peewee perked up, cawing happily and ruffling his feathers once again. ''And I know that it will work.''

''How do you figure?'' Spike asked, thinking only the worst possible ideas that could spawn from his child-like mind. ''And know that if this goes wrong, I will blame you for the rest of time to come. So, go on. . .tell me.''

''Well, you could give them stomach rubs. It sounds cliche, but it may be our only chance before we both get in trouble.''

Spike figured that he had nothing to lose, and that it was in fact better than to do nothing at all. But there was sure to be more than just that if he wanted something like the castle to be fixed. Walking forward with a ounce of confidence in his step, he knew that he did this right, he could avoid a headache all together.

''Princesses. If you can help us restore the castle, we would be very grateful to you. But also, in exchange for doing this, I will personally see to it that the both of you get belly rubs from your truly. And if you think about it, this really is a deal that the both of you actually cannot afford to overlook or you may just think about what could have been if you don't take this offer before you,'' Spike smirked along with his friend, seeing the two of them get out of their seats and look with a rather serious eye. ''But seeing as this did come out of nowhere, the least that we can do is give the two of you some time to think this over before we have to go back to-''

''Wait!'' Celestia teleported in front of the pair as they were about to step into Spike's portal. ''Perhaps we can work something out, Spike.''

''Knew it,'' Spike gave Peewee a high-five. ''That was too easy.''

''Well, it was my idea, but glad to see you didn't doubt me until after it worked, what great qualities in someone who wants to be a leader.''

''This celebration is short-lived, you two,'' Luna said, walking over with a small pouch in her magic. ''We can only do so much on our end, but there is something else that you must do if you want to fix your mistake.''

''And what's that?'' Peewee asked, frowning. ''We have to do something else?''

''To be more specific; we have more or less all of the tools that you will need to fix the castle, except for one. . .minor issue.''

Spike grew annoyed at the pair trying to dodge the question. ''Which is?''

Celestia and Luna looked at one another before hanging their heads low and muttering. Then Luna spoke; ''You will have to set out for Dragon territory.''

''. . .Why?''

''Because Celestia lost a bet with Amber and she actually has what you need. But, if you can convince her to give it back, then we can fix the castle for you.''

Spike and Peewee said nothing as the drake opened another portal, but with the image of active volcanoes and dragons flying free and spewing fire in the sky.

''You know what time it is, Peewee?''

''Time to go?''

''Yea, time to go,'' Spike walked through, holding his head as he didn't get enough sleep. ''Time to go.''

''What about my talon?'' Peewee cawed, Spike looking to see his friend hurt. ''I don't know if I can go.''

''Well, can you fly?''

''Yea, but-''

''Then do that.'' Spike said. ''You don't even feel pain really, so give it a few hours, and you'll be fine.''

''. . .You're just saying that because you know that I'll just explode later.''

''Yes, you will, Peewee. Yes, you will.''