The Detective Who Likes To Watch Rainbows

Spike waited for me at the bottom of the stairs, holding the door open. I huff, turning my head so he can’t see my smirk.

“Ready to go?” He asks as he puts on a pair of gloves.

“Yeah,” I raspe. I walk outside and so does he, closing the door behind him. “So, what’s the gameplan? You look to having something up your sleeve.”

He pats his sleeve, his brow shooting up as he looks at me.

“That… a figure of speech.”

Spike bounce his head right and left. “Ah!” His smile is fake. “Well, first things first, we should probably board the first to Canterlot, shouldn’t we?”

“I guess so.” I reply a bit confused. He’s the one in charge here, so why does he wants my input. In fact… “Why do you want me tagging along anyways?”

He begins to walk forward and I do the same.

“Because I require both your mind and ears,” he says. “Talking to a skull outside has always resulted in weird looks, but to have a mare like yourself coming along with me. Well...” he trails off for a second. “Heh, It certainly won’t destroy my image.”

“Ha,” I chuckle. “I guess having me along will make anyone famous.”

“Haha,” he dryly laughs.

“You know for a dragon, you sure talk a lot.”

“Guess I’m just a special kind of dragon then.”

“I think our definition of special may be different,” I say. He looks irritated, mad even ! And as much as I hate that squishy stuff, the looks he has is kinda cute.

I continue to tease him on our walk, my way of revenge for the way he acted earlier. Though, I don’t say anything about the matter at hoof. Even if I’m not showing it: I’m terrified that the Elements are gone.

The Elements of Harmony protected the land; they gave form to our friendship. And now, they’re gone. There’s an emptiness inside of me, but I put on a smirk and pretend not to be bothered. I wish my friends could handle this as well as me, but Pinkie and Fluttershy haven’t said much since the ordeal.

With the Royal Guard unable to do anything… and no one admitting to the crime. I just wanna! I just wanna… wanna stop thinking about this whole mess.

But with Spike. I don’t know. I feel like I can place some faith in him; that he can lead us somewhere. He may be a prick, but teasing him to no end has been fun.

“You ever kiss a mare before?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says. “Too occupied with my mind to focus on others.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t care about ponies.”

“And I think you should carry on with that train of thought.”

Bugging him was fun, but we’ve reached train station. Ascending the three steps, Spike went over to the booth and taps on the glass. “Yes, I would like to purchase two tickets to Canterlot.”

He pulls out a pouch from his jacket and places bits from it on a tray. The pony on the other side took the bits and returned with a ticket. Spike takes the tickets and offerers a smile in return.

“Here.” Spike holds out the ticket for me. I take it; we’re boarding in five minutes.

“Wait, we’re leaving now?”

“Yes,” Spike replied; “I’ve wasted enough time on this case thinking someone would expose themselves. Now, we haven’t a minute to lose!”

“Spike, I, uh, didn’t pack anything besides the letter. I don’t even have bits to pay you back.”

“I had no intention of you paying. Besides, we won’t be long in Canterlot.” He sits down on the bench, and I sit next to him.

“So… originally... I wasn’t supposed to be part of this. Meaning, I have no idea how much Twilight’s gonna pay you!” In the distance, I hear the choos of a train.

“Payments never been an issue for me,” Spike says as he looks to me.  “And I’ll have you know, that I haven’t given you my proper job title. It’s actually Spike the consulting detective. Now, that’s just a fancy way of saying I get to choose my cilents.”

“Oh,” I say.

“Yes. And I don’t particularly choose boring cases or ones that I’ve already solved in my head; there’s no fun in that. But with this case; I’ve been desperate lately. I’ve been bored, and books aren’t cutting it. So I like to dabble with things I shouldn’t.”

I want to ask what it is, but his tone told I wouldn’t get anymore out of him. “So, when a case like this emerges, it’s enough to give me the fix I need.”

Now I got what he meant. Now, I being the great Rainbow Dash, I never had to rely on drugs. I need to be strong and quick, and that stuff slows you down. But, I don’t get it, cause Spike looks to be the same with his mind. So why would Spike be fooling with that kind of stuff?

The trained halts at the station, chiming as the doors fling open. Spike stands up. “Shall we?”

I nod, and together, we enter the train.

We managed to steal a booth. I got the better seat, as I get see what comes next, while Spike only gets to see what we’re leaving behind. He coughs into his claw; my eyes went to his. “Now, I’m afraid I—”

“You know you don’t have to talk like that,” I say

“What?”

“All fancy like. I’m sure if you noticed, but with me, I keep everything plain and simple.”

“I… um… huh.” Spike eyes look lost. I wonder what was going on in the funny little head of his. “Eh, hmm! Let me, uh, try that again.” He coughs once more and looks back at me.

“This… case. I don’t much about it, so you can you feed me some of the details?”

“Much better,” I say, a smirk growing on it’s own. What can I say? I feel awesome when I’m awesome. “But, it’s weird that you don’t already know everything about the case.”

“I know everything the newspaper has told me, but they like to fluff over the facts. I’d like to hear what you’ve got to say on the matter.”

“Oh, alright.” I shake my head to let the thoughts flow. “Five days ago, Princess Celestia paid us a visit.”

“You want us to do what now?” Rainbow cried.

Princess Celestia stood before the six ponies. Her figure comforting, yet her eyes sparked some kind of terror within. “The Elements have become have become a trademark of this land: showing the power of the magic of friendship.”

“Ah get what you mean,” Applejack said, taking a step forward, “Princess. But I don’t see why we gotta put them on showcase for other ponies to see.”

“To educate our land, My Little Ponies. There have been many a cry with what the elements look like, or if magic really radiates off them. I think showcasing them for a day at the museum will be an excellent way of showing the world what the Elements really are.”

“I understand what you’re getting at, Princess.” Twilight said. “But aren’t photos good enough? Why do ponies need to see them up front?”

“Because, Twilight. It’ll give better faith to our ponies and allow them to better connect with their protectors.”

Celestia looked to Twilight, something pleading in her eye. Twilight looked away, as she closed her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Rainbow said. “I don’t feel like it’s the safest thing to do.”

“The museum has already assured me that the Elements will have the highest security. We will also have Royal Guard protecting them.” Celestia lowered her head and offered a smile. “Please girls? It’ll only be for one day, and it would make many a pony happy.”

Everyone looked to one-another. Everyone knew what their answer had to be.

“Sure, Princess. I guess there’s no harm in that.”

“Weird,” Spike says

I shake my head and look at him. “Why you say that?”

“Nothing I can say as of yet. Please, tell me what happened next.”

The train passees over a bump, startling me for just a second. Spike isn’t phased, as the train begins to climb a hill. He has an arm resting on the table, with a claw supporting his chin. Call me crazy, but he looks like those guys in stone that like to think a lot.

I inch my head left. The light through the window shines upon his eyes, and I couldn’t help but feel my own eyes grow bigger. A smile forms on my lips, as my tail wags from left to right. His face demands to be handsome, yet every action he does comes off as adorkable.

And I don’t know why I thought that.

But I do know why he’s staring at me. “Oh, right – the story.”

“As soon as girls and I heard about it, I wanted to zap there right away, but Twilight swore us all to keep quiet. I couldn’t understand why at first, but with her bringing you along, I guess there’s a bigger picture I’m missing.”

“There may or may not be; we only find out once the case is solved,” Spike says. I feel better after hearing that, some of the emptiness being filled.

I start once more. “Five days ago, the museum of Canterlot was going to hold a big show for our Element. Ponies would come and see in them up front, feel the magic and learn their history. This also would also motivate ponies to learn more about Equestria history that was held in the mesuem.”

Spike hums. Never taking his emerald eyes off me. Did I mention that they shine? “But, the day before the opening: the Elements were stolen. Officers of the Royal guard were found unconscious, and the staff were the ones who came across the crime.”

I expected his expression to change, yet it remained the same. “The glass to the display was broken, but everything else was clean. No forced entry; no hoof prints – nothing. If it weren’t for the unconscious guards and the missing shards, then no one could’ve guessed that someone was there.”

“Easy there, Dash,” Spike says to me, raising his eyebrows in concern. “You don’t want to mix yours or anyone else's’ bias into the facts; they tend to mix everything up!” His voice went light with that last part, as if not to make me feel too annoyed.

“So, yeah. Come five days later, and no one has made any threats. No one has demanded any bits, nor used the Elements to gain some political power. All we’ve heard is silence.”

“Kinda hard to hear nothing,” I hear him mutter. I fix him a kick in the leg, which he promptly caters to with his claws.

“Ow!” He shoot his eyes towards mine. “What’s the big idea?”

“I’m the one that get’s to be funny, not you. If you want me to tag along, than that’s gotta be our deal.”

Spike sighs. “Fine.” He raises a claw. “But I still get to propose—”

“Remember the whole talking fancy dealio’?”

“I get to joke around here and there,” he states. His words are salty, but that’s just how others are when you win. If anything, I wanna see this guy sulk.

Spike sits there for a while, without saying anything. Instead of resting his chin on his claw, his palm now supported his cheek. Eyes absently watching the window, I wonder what he was thinking about.

I was also curious as to why I’m so curious about him. Dang it! I think all that fancy talk is starting to affect me too.

“So, that’s it then?” Spike asks, eyes still on the glass. “Elements are going to be showcased, then proceeded to be stolen, and now there is fear in the back of everybody’s mind on what’s going to happen next.”

“About so,” I say. “But I’m wondering more about the jerk who stole our stuff!” I found myself raising up. “I can understand trying to beat us or something; trying to make a bit or two. But whoever stolen it hasn’t said a thing yet, and it’s starting to bug me!”

Spike shuffles in his seat, looking back at me. “I gotta admit: that’s the only reason why I’m taking this case. I like it when the criminal wants to have some fun first; it dismisses the boringness that comes with ordinary cases.”

“Spike,” I moan, “try to be serious. This whole taking of the Elements is a pretty big deal.”

“Only to certain ponies, Dash,” he says. “For me, it makes no difference what I see when I look out my window. As long as my house is intact, I’ve got nothing else I care for.”

I inch my head forward onto my hoof. “You must be lonely.”

“Hardly,” he says with the blink of the eyes. “I have my work and I have my mind. Guidelines I follow to ensure my accuracy, and I have a skull at home to keep my company.”

I swallow the saliva in my mouth. I feel bad for drake. Even though it’s his own fault he’s living like that, somthing tells me he would like change in his life.

Or maybe that’s my own bias getting in the way. Pfft! Yeah right. I’m Rainbow Dash, I’m almost always right. “Skulls don’t talk back, Spike.”

“They can if I desire so. Besides, if I need company, I’d closed my eyes and envision me at a party.”

“Have you ever been invited to a party?”

Spike holds his mouth open a few seconds before speaking. “Eh, not really. But, I don’t have an interest in going anyways.”

“D-E-N-I-A-L,” I sing. I suppress the urge to boop him on the nose.

Spike sits back in his seat, crossing his arms. “I guess you're right. But, if no one wants you in their company, might as well enjoy your own.”

Well that sucks. I wanted to keep teasing him, but now my heart feels bad for the guy. Eh, hay. Should I say something to cheer him up?

“Say, Dash,” Spike starts, “we’ve spent the past half-hour talking about me. Don’t you think it’s about time we talk about you? I should know the good and the bad for my temporary assistant.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh! So I’m an assistant now?”

“If the title’s not good enough, I could make you my number one assistant?”

“Ha, funny,” I say with the roll of my eyes. “But I’ll keep the title of partner in crime, if you don’t mind.” Hey, that rymed! I’m kinda proud of myself.

“As you wish,” he says with a playful smirk.

I thought Spike was full of himself at first. But now, I see that he’s is full of himself, but he’s also an alright guy. Antisocial sure, but the type that even I could get along with. “Welp! I could tell you everything you need to know about me, but a good friend of mine (totally not Twilight) gave this advice: show, don’t tell.”

“They apply that to writing classes,” Spike states.

“Yes,” I agree, “but you could also use that in real life. Now, I could tell you I’m awesome, but you’ve already got the picture by looking at me.” He chuckles, almost laughing. “So, no need to tell you everything about me yet, I’m sure most things will flow when we’ve spent some more time together.”

Spike leans over the table. “We’re only together for one case. You know that, right?”

“I know, I know.” I say. I lay down in my seat and rest my hooves behind my head. “But, that should be more than enough time for us to get to know each other. Unless you’re that good and solve it in a sec.”

“I might.”

“Then only the future can tell,” I say as I drift off into sleep.

The rays of sun cause my eyes to flutter open. My face feels warm, and the mountains outside my window make me feel come inside. Blah! I’ve gotta stop taking after Spike. Speaking of which, I wasn’t the only to pass out. He’s got his back leaning against the wall with head hanging down.

He looks peaceful. Call me creepy, but I finding myself watching him; how his chest rises with each breath, mumbling things that don’t get past his lips. I cock my head left – I really do want to let him sleep. But we’re approaching our stop.

I fly up on the table and poke him in the chin. “Hey, Spike buddy?

“Meh.”

“Time to wake up, ours is stop is next.”

“...Coat. My coat.”

I inch my ear before his lips. “What’s that?”

“My pipe. It’s in my pocket. Can you please place it on my lips?”

I sigh and point to the sign. “No smoking on trains.” I drop down to my seat, but not without turning back to him. “Lazy.”

He murmurs something, and I pretend not to hear what he said – for, if I were to, he'd be on the floor in less than a second.

Once we’re both stretched and ready to go, we do just that: go. We leave the train and embark to land of that: Canterlot. Wooooo! I’m really going to kill Spike for the way he talks.

We ascend up the steps of Canterlot. With each case of stairs, it feels like we’re rising to another level of Canterlot society. Ponies wearing more and more; the houses growing bigger. I just want to curse at it all.

I turn my head to Spike to find him unimpressed, and I have no clue why. No dragon has ever set foot in Canterlot, one of the cities ponies are most proud of.  You’d figure Spike would be rambling about how awesome it all was. But no, he seemed to wrapped up in his mind.

Ponies are noticing the dragon amongst they're down. Most look shocked, eyes wide with their mind calling a quits. While others stare at Spike, some even charing their hooves like they were a bull.

But what irritates me most were what looks some of the mares are giving him. Spike takes no notice of what an attraction he’s becoming, but I! stand in his place. No mare is giving Spike the bedroom eyes.

Unless you got something to say, all you keep your mitts off a Spike!

“You’ve been quiet since we’ve gotten off the train, everything alright?” I say.

“Still a bit tired after my nap, my mind isn’t working correctly.” He turns his head to mine. “Do you have any sweets on you?”

“Uh, no?” I say. “But I do have a friend who bakes sweets!”

“Damn,” he swears, “Twilight sent me the wrong pony for the job then.”

“Excuse me?”

Spike raises his claws as if I were about to strike. Good reflex, Spike. “What I mean to say is, I work best when I am. Whether that be sugar or other such things. It’s been a few days since last high and it’s starting to affect me.”

Just what drugs are you taking, Spike? I was about to say those words, but our destination loomed before us. “Hey, that’s the place!” I yell. Spike nods, and I don’t quite know why, but I find myself racing him there.

I make it fair by keeping my wings folded. Still, running on four legs gives me the advantage.

So why is it then, that Spike just zipped past me? Coat flying up on both sides of his tail, as his talons seem to be kicking off the ground rather than running on it. He makes it to the steps of the museum four seconds before I do – even twirling around and showing me a toothy grin.

I reach the staircase, not out of breath, but panting. “No fair!” I slip past my pants. “You cheated.”

“How?” he asks.

“By being a dragon,” I say. He laughs and turns around.

“Not my fault a pegasi didn’t chose to use her wings.”

“I wanted to take it easy on you,” I protest.

“And that’s why you lost,” he says whilst smirking.

“You know,” I say, “you could benefit from learning some lessons about friendship. Maybe then, ah, you’d have some friends?” I exclaim.

He chuckles. “What’s the point of friends when I have goals?”

Maybe then you wouldn’t be doing drugs? I hold back the words; we’re not close enough to joke with him on that level.

The museum slip off into it’s own level. It takes up a giant square, with five steps going all along it to reach its level. Though there were barricades along the steps, to keep ponies from going inside.

“Weird,” I say. “I didn’t expect them to keep the museum closed for this long.”

Spike doesn’t have anything to add, instead making his way to the barricades. There were at least four ponies – all wearing gold armour – standing on guard. Two raise their spears and slammed it on the cement.

“The Museum of Canterlot is closed until further notice,” The Royal Guard says, and not a word more. Yet his eyes travel up and down Spike, and even I can see him thinking. “Say, are you a dragon?”

“One of the few that are fine with pony kind,” Spike says, leaning down. “Why?” he plays. “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all,” the guard replies. “Though it is odd that a creature like you is coming by the museum, especially after the break in.”

I see the smile bloom on Spike face; he looks delighted in the accusation. I raise my brow. “Oh! Do you think I did it, and came back to take in delight of my crime?

“I’m not saying that you did,” the guard shoots back, “but it is a possibility.”

Spike’s smile turns into a smirk. “Great! Please keep that in mind should my name be called for suspicious characters.” Spike claps his claws together, almost hopping in place. “Now, can one you gentlecolts go fetch me Lestrade?”

“Who?” the ones questions.

“What do you meanfetch?” the other calls.

“Oh come on!” Spike whines. “Surely you don’t spend all the time standing around dulling your minds?”

It comes with no surprise that the two guards tackle the drake. I was going to step in and intervene, but seeing Spike getting a dose of his own medicine was pretty entertaining. So I sit back and watch – would’ve been better if I had some popcorn.

After a few more punches, both guards throw their heads under his arm, and proceed to drag him into the museum. I ponder for a while, just what the hay I’m supposed to do.

Spike’s been in there for a while. I’m starting to grow worried for the guy. I’m not sure if it was his plan to get taken in there, or if acts like a pricky for funsies. Either way, he left me bored and with a choice.

Do I break into the museum and save his scaly butt? Or wait outside and hope he get’s released?

I flare up my wings and stretch out my back. It’s been awhile since I’ve outrun something – especially the feds. Though it appears my warm-up was for not, as I see something launched into the air.

I step back. A second later, Spike lands in front of me.

The Guards snicker by the doors, so I fix them a look. Their laughs die and they look serious again, so I avert my eyes and hope not to be thrown in prison. I look down to Spike. “You alright?”

“Dandy,” he replies. He places his claws next to his head and shoots his lowers body into the air – once up, he pushes off his claws and lands on his feet. He looks at me as he dusts off his coat.

“I didn’t get much while I was in there, but I did get out ticket,” he says.

“Didn’t they just take you in there to beat you up – because Lestrade isn’t a pony’s name.”

“No, it is,” Spike insists. “Even if the bugger doesn't want to go by it yet.”

I’m starting to think the reason why Spike doesn't have friends is because you never understand what he says. “Hey,” I say, taking a step closer to him. “Aren’t you the littlest bit upset that you got your can handed to you?”

“Not really,” he says with the shrug of the shoulders. “It hurts less when you're letting them do it. Besides, just seeing how the one is being cheated on, and how the other is lonely, is more than enough to make up for the pain.”

“And how did you figure that out?!” I didn’t mean to shout that out.

He turns his head towards mine. “It’s elementary, my dear Rainbow Dash” Spike says. He ready to carry out a speech, but a figure approaches us.

“Now if it isn’t detective Lestrade!” Spike cheers, almost dancing towards him. “What took you so long?”

The orange pegasi approaches us with a smirk. His blue mane spiked up; his eyes sharing the same color. “Someone, not calling any names! Tried breaking into the museum, heh. He even had the nerve to harass my guard.”

“Sounds like an ass to me,” Spike says with a clap of the claws. “So, how about getting us into the museum.”

Lestrade isn’t paying Spike any attention.  I could tell. Why? Because his eyes were on me and I’ve seen that look a million times. Lestrade realzies this as he shakes his head; quick to bow his head. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware Spike had friends,” he says. His brows were up and his head slightly tilted.

“Oh,” I shake, “we’re not friends. Just… needed his help with something is all.”

Lestrade nods and looks to Spike. “I don’t see why you need me, Spike, if you’ve already got the Element of Loyalty on your side.”

“Is Anderson on the case?” Spike asks.

“Y—”

“Than that’s exactly why,” Spike says as he sweeps a foot. “I’d get nothing but questions and his opinion on the matter.” Spike lets out a heavy sigh. “I swear, everytime he talks it drains everyone in the room of their IQ.”

Lestrade can’t stop himself from chuckling, making sure to keep it brief. “Alright, I get it! But try to keep your mouth closed while we’re in there. Not only is the sight off grounds for citizens, but every time you speak, everyone has the nerve to feed your face a hoof.”

Spike rubs his cheek, eyes looking elsewhere. “Fine.”

Lestrade takes a step forward, then twirls back around. “Oh, and by the way, the name’s Flash Sentry. I don’t know where you get the Lestrade part from!”

“You’ve seriously gotta stop changing your name!” Spike exclaims. “Back at the Crystal Empire, you were Lestrade. And before that, you had how many names?”

        We start walking forwards as two bicker at each other. Something doesn’t feel right. These two obviously know each other, but I don’t think they know each other well. Spike is a weird fella, but something's messing up in his head.

        “I’ve always gone by Flash Sentry!” Sentry cries. “Not once have I told you otherwise! I’m the only one that’s allowed you onto the scenes of cries–” he stops for a moment “– has anyone granted you permission?”

        “No.” Spike shakes his head. “I don’t make friends easily, so you’re the only one I rely on.”

        “Wait, we’re friends?” Sentry flashes, looking way too happy. I know he’s just excited and all; Spike being a distant guy. But someone may get the wrong idea, Flash.

        Spike recoils back, he left cheek rising to meet his eye. “Eh, I… uh.” He breathes in and out. “I’d say normally, that we’re acquainted. Which, is, already an achievement, as I never make it that far with anypony else.” Spike shakes his head, and I know why.

        I hope these two aren’t playing for the same team. And I don’t mean detecting crimes. I mean,  It’s cool if you’re like that; whatever makes you happy. But I don’t want to watch a bromance happen before my eyes.

        “Eh, thanks,” Sentry says as he hides his head. He better not be blushing. He turns his head to me. “So Dash—”

        I want to gag. I can see the pink on his cheek. I CAN SEE THE PINK. ON. HIS. CHEEK! I shake my head, threads of my multi-colored mane swishing past my eye.

        “– how has everything been since the Elements stolen?”

        I dismissively wave my hoof. “Meh. Not too hunched over it. I mean, it sucks that they’re gone, but worrying about that fact is kinda stupid. Besides, in most cases, we do don’t even use them. Though if a demon were to appear again, then maybe I’d be running to the hills.”

I look to Spike as he chuckles, looking down his own body.

        “That’s a good answer,” Flash replies, “glad to know there’s still some hope left.”

        Sentry leads us into the back of the museum, where two giant-size doors stand. The white paint of the door is the same of museum, so if you’re far away, you could miss that there were even doors. It’s going to be cool to see these bad boys open up!

Flash then opens two small wooden doors next to it. “Oh,”

I look to Spike to see if he shares my disappointment, but he doesn't have any emotion at all. He walked where he was supposed to and kept his head straight, yet his eyes bounced all over the place.

Spike has walked through Canterlot, and is now entering the most renowned mesuem of ponykind, and his response to it all is a look of boredom. Just what type of dragon is Spike? Heck, I expected him to take everything in the room and say mine.

Is that he could be having internal conflict as we speak, and fighting hard against his greed. Or does none of this actually interests him?

Whoa. I got so caught up with Spike, that I forgot where he had entered. I’m not really sure what the word majestic really means, but I’m going to use it anyway. The place looks majestic. The ceilings are as high as they are in the Canterlot Castle, with candles lit everywhere.

        Spike is sniffing like crazy. Is he allergic to something?

        I go to ask, but the giant red carpets captures my eye. I’m no Rarity and can’t tell you the difference between fabrics. But this place is crazy. Walking on the carpet, I feel like I’ve won an oscar. Sorry Leo, but this trophy this mine!

The display cases on my sides are ponies cheering me on and taking photos. If these boys weren’t with me now, I’d strike a pose or two.

The cases look neat. A wand; some stone; a ring to rule them all – big and little things. All with a reason to be here. My eye glances at their history, but only for the ones that look interesting.

I know where this carpet leads us. I want to say something yet I keep my mouth shut.

Spike isn’t taking notes. I expected him to take out a note pad and pull out a pencil from in-between his frill, and jot every single detail down. Twilight picked him for a reason; he’s capable of something that the Royal Guard isn’t. But what? What is something an individual can do that the highest organized organization can’t?

        We reached a set of stairs, all which rise to one display piece. There’s a hole in the glass, and within, six stands are missing their jewelry. Even the description for the Elements of Harmony are written over by a green crayon.

I OWE YOU SIX.

YOU TOOK ONE.

NOW I OWE YOU FIVE.

        I look to Spike. His eyes flare up, eyebrows raised even higher. It’s weird seeing him with some emotion. He hovers his nose over case and sniffs madly – shooting his head to Flash afterwards. “You guys sprayed fresheners over the crime scene?!”

        Flash surrenders his hooves to the air. “We didn’t do it! The cleaning team that comes in must’ve sprayed it while doing their job.”

        “Why would you allow a cleaning team in here!?” Spike cries.

        “Geeze, Spike, they need jobs!” Flash shouts back. “They’ve been working here far too long to be suspected of anything. Think on your feelings for once; ponies need bits to feed their families.”

        “Feelings are boring, and in this case, relevant,” Spike says, dropping his knees to the ground. “Did they also take the shards of glass.”

        “No. That would’ve been us.”

        Spike breathes as he turns his head to Flash. The frills on his head falling a bit to the right. “Why?”

        “So we might get some hoofprints, you know, the one thing that could help us find the culprit. Beside, it might of contained some additional evidence.”

        “And did it?”

        The smile on Flash’s muzzle died. “Ah, no.”

        I roll my eyes. Spike gets back to work.

        He went about for a few more minutes. I couldn’t understand what he was up to, but I keep my mouth shut. They way he looks around and paces from spot to spot, he looks like a wild dog.

        Then Flash steps in. “You’re five minutes are up: what do you have?”

        Spike directs his attention to Flash, standing erect. Hehe, erect.

        “You’re dealing with someone cleverer. Someone… who has nothing to lose.”

        “Could be that someone be dying?”

        Spike shakes his head. “No. This, thief, has all that they could desire. They don’t care if they lose it all, or don’t think they can lose it all. So this might of been done for fun.”

        “Spike,” Flash interjects, “I’m not getting just assumptions here, am I?”

        “Goodness no,” Spike replies, “I do my best to never let baiss affect my deductions. See, my first concern was that the thief was going to steal the Elements and pawn them off. But they couldn’t find anyone to sell them too, so they’re keeping quiet.”

        “But I doubt that. Someone has the funds and the tools to break into a place like this, without leaving a trace, willing to risk their life away by being shot or put into prison? No sane being would do that unless they already had a buyer.”

        “The only beings that would want something so grand, is someone seeking power. Someone who has misinterpreted the meaning to the Elements power. But, the probability of that is below two percent. No one would plan for all of this, and not be sure that their items worked.”

“Now, you could somone is looking to destroy the bearers, and want all the measures to be taken. With this in mind, you Dash” –he turns to me– “should’ve been dead three days ago. Give or take.”

        I feel something boil in my belly but I don’t give a voice to it.

        “But with you alive – and thank goodness for that – it means that no-one has made any attempts. Seeing how the guards have been occupying Ponyville lately, judging by the two guards who were standing at the station back at Ponyville; they should’ve seen something strange by now. Something different. And…” he gestures a claw to Flash.

        “Nothing out of the ordinary so far.”

        “That’s unfortunate to hear – makes our jobs difficult. But whoever they are, they aren’t seeking to destroy Equestria just yet. Someone who plans on breaking in would want to take care of the girls while the Royal Guard is in disarray.”

“That, and before the girls have time to come up with a substitute plane, which, they are known to do.” Spike gives a little chuckle. “Elements of Harmony or Elements of Luck, I’m not sure which one you girls are.”

        “What if the thief needs some time to cool down?”

        “Unlikely. If you’re planning for attack, you’re going to  lay everything out in front of you and make sure each chain is solid; dispensing with those that are weak. Once your chain is complete and strong, then you have a plan which you follow straightly.”

        “But we can’t say for certain that an attack isn’t probable.”

        “That’s true. But that isn’t my concern, so I leave it to you, to worry about. Now, we have someone who has stolen a powerful weapon that is unique jewlery. But the thief has chosen to not sell it or attack Equertia. No threats; no bids. So why would anyone steal the Elements?”

        Flash turns his head to the case. “And leave a note.”

        Spike eyes read the words once again. His right claw twitches as he let’s his behind fall to the floor. I hear his breathing.

        “Dash, has anyone of you six lost anything important?”

        I think. “No. Nothing of note besides the Elements.”

        His breathing is louder. “Damnit. If the air was the same and the shards still here.”

        I can see Flash getting upset, and even though I’m surprised by his logic, which I would've never thought of, I see Spike is just starting to make excuses.

        “Spike, you’re not playing the blame game because you can’t figure it out, are you?” I say. It sucks to have to say it.

        He’s silent, then he speaks.

        But not to me.

        “Flash, do you have the log of when this all transpired?”

        Flashs digs into his satchel and retrieves a clipboard holding some paper.

        Spike smirks, takes a breath, and closes his eyes. “Dash, I need for you to neither talk or move. Don’t not think a thought and it would help if you were gone.”

        “Rude,” I say, but he keeps his head the same and doesn’t reply. So I do as I’m told.

        “Read the list and only give the facts; I don’t want your thoughts.”

        “Okay,” Flash says. “Guards claim to of heard sounds at two o'clock. Nothing. They resumed duty until the cleaning team arrives. A cry is heard, upon inspecting, the Elements of Harmony are stolen. The team is then detained and searched; nothing again. Thier backgrounds go too far back, and in that little time gap, it’s impossible that they could’ve done anything.”

        Spike cracks open an eye. “What did I say about opinions?”

        Sentry sighs and carries on. “The case at this time is shattered; most likely a blunt item was smashed against it. Glass on the carpet, hole in the glass. Six pedestals without their items.”

        Spike hums.

        “The guards on duty alert the rest of the Royal Guards; were called in and do the report. Take the glass in for  inspection, sweep for prints, ask around town as due protocol. Nothing.”

        “Who were the first to became aware of this?”

        “Only those of commanding power in the Royal Guard. Oh, and the Princesses as well.”

        That makes sense to me. Explains how Twilight knew about it so early and gave me a heads up to warn the girls. She even paid us a visit a day later to explain everything.

        “What of the note?”

        “Reported in the second draft.”

        “What of the first draft?”

        “Huh?”

        “Where is it? The notes taken as soon as the guards saw the scene?”

        “Er, they didn’t take much in notes. They both saw the elements gone and the one booked the crew, while the other ran to go notify the other gaurds. The first guard wrote down what he saw on paper, but a lackey back at the office misplaced the paper.” Sentry stops for a second. “Why? It’s not really important—”

        “Of course it is!” Spike shouts, opening his eyes. “I’ve watched the event from my mind's eye and things are missing.”

        “Like what?”

        “The note!” Spike shouts back. He looks to me. “This is the only reason why you need me. Elementary things! Things that pass by the mind, that you don’t pay any attention you. The tidbits are what lead to your clues!”

        “Calm down!” Sentry shouts. I wonder if should I get involved? “Spike, the note is here. It’s always been here!”

        “I don’t think so,” Spike says, catching my full attention. “I think it was written after the Elements were taken. That there was no note when the two guards first came upon the scene.”

        “That’s impossible.”

        “It’s improbable,” Spike says. “And if you don’t think so, then let’s test your wits. Prove me wrong.”

        Flash says nothing with his mouth hung open. He coughs and tries again. “They, um, must’ve of saw it! And written it down, it just, we don’t have the paper.”

        “That’s not proof.”

        “Well, hey! When he talked to him, he told us everything.”

        “Was this before or after you had seen it?”

        “After, he was questioning the crew.”

        “And what did he have to say?”

        “He gave us the same account, broken glass, missing Elements.”

        “Note.”

        “Well, no. He said it all happened like a flash, and he was more occupied with the cleaning crew, making sure they didn’t have time to cook up a story. He says he might of seen a note, but he’s not entirely sure.

        “Not good enough. What did they staff say?”

        “We asked them if they might’ve known what it meant. But they didn’t have a clue. It was there when they saw the case.”

        Spike hummed. “So they might’ve written it themselves…”

        “Impossible!”

        “Unlikely,” Spike corrects. “To break the glass, steal the elements, then find a way to get them out of the museum, yes. To write with a green marker? Not impossible.”

        “Then you think the cleaners were involved in a way?”

        “I do,” Spike replies. “I’m not sure how or why; too many theories to make a proper deduction.”

        Spike screams and my body cravers. Flash jumps back and gasps. Just what the heck was that?

        “Sister mine, what, are you doing here?”

Sister mine? There’s no one here! Did Spike find a way to take a drug before we came in? I look at Spike, and his face looks… I don’t know! I don’t know what emotion he’s displaying.

        “Narrow it down? But how? There’s too many possbitles that will be muckered by baisis – I don’t have enough facts.”

        I step towards him.

        “Enough! I already know you can solve it, but nothing is as so clear yet.” Silence. Then he strike a claw to the floor, resulting in a large bang. It sounds weird for a bang, almost like he’s knocking on a door.

        Spike smiles as he rises from the floor. He rushes over to me and envelopes me into a hug – I cry out as I’m raised from the floor and twirled about. His scales feel smooth, but I kick off his chest and fix him a good stare. Though it doesn't help that I’m blushing.

        “What was that about?” I say. My voice comes off as a little hoarse, as is its nature. But I’m not really upset, I’m kinda pretending to be upset.

        “Sister mine, you’re only function isn’t just to piss me off.” He looks down to me; it’s like he wasn’t aware what his body had just done. “Come, my dear Dash, we must go book a hotel immediately!”

        He starts at once for the door, a stray in his stride.

        “Wait!” Flash shouts, catching up to Spike. “What about the case?”

        “I’ll have it solved by tomorrow night!” Spike replies. “But I need a favor: I need for you to put the same amount of guards on the day of the break in. They must switch at the same time and and walk the same paths.”

        Spike leaves out the door. Flash Sentry looks to me as if I know the answers. I shrug, and rush out the door to catch up with Spike.

        “You going to explain what happened back there?” I say. He looks to me, smirks, and looks back to the road.

        “What, isn’t it obvilous?” Spike says. “I’ve already stated most of the facts and gave the logic behind them.”

        “Everything sounded crystal clear after you explain the steps and the logic, but I still don’t see the conclusion.” I bite my upper lip while I sigh. “Look, Spike, I’m no Twilight: I’m not the smartest pony around.”

        Spike looks at me – he looks genuinely surprised. “Really?”

        “Yes, really. Rainbow Dash, the althle of the group, is a bit on the dumber side.” I shrug my shoulders. “Anyone can guess that by just looking that.”

        “I’ve learned never to judge based on appearances; past memories can infuriated what you see. No, I go by what a pony says or does, and so far, nothing has pointed to the stupid side.”

        “I, uh,” I feel my cheeks warm up, instantly hiding my face. Damn, sometimes I wished I had Fluttershy’s mane. “Thank you, I guess.”

        He keeps silent as we carry on. I breathe in and out, trying to battle out the pink in my cheek. Though my breathing is doing nothing for my heartbeat, which is doing it’s best to be as loud as possible.

        “So, what is this all about? And I don’t remember agreeing to share a hotel room either.”

        Spike smirks again. “Not a worry! You know you can leave whenever you want – I won’t hold it against you.”

        “I’m not leaving you yet,” I say. All this detective stuff is pretty neat, and watching Spike as he works is a treat. Spike’s... pretty awesome.

But I don’t think he knows that.

        “That’s good,” Spike said, keeping his eye off mine. “I know I’m a repulsive mind from a disgusting kind, so we I’ll order two hotel rooms next to each other.”

        “I didn’t say—”

        “Are you afraid of heights?”

        What? “I’m a pegsi, why would I be afraid of heights?”

        “No reason, we’ll book the highest floor then.”

        I’ve got no clue what this dragon is doing. The reason why he has no friends is apparent, but I keep my mouth shut as we walk about for a while.

Again, ponies are looking as us, and once a again feel an anger whenever I look at mares. But this time, it looks like some of them are going to make a move. And a few of them are looking at where his coat splits above his tail.

        Sons of mares are admiring his tail!

        … And I don’t blame them.

        Oh what the tartarus is happening to me?

        Luckily, there are no attempts on my friends tail, and we make it to the hotel. It’s a decent place, probably about fourteen stories high. We go inside and there isn’t much to say. Spike speaks to the innkeep; they’re talking way too friendly with each other.

        For a guy with no friends, Spike sure knows a lot of acquaintances.

        Spike slides a pouch across the desk and the innkeep smiles, putting the bag in his own pocket. I step forward in haste. “Wait, Spike! I can’t have you paying for my room as well.”

        “Oh, don’t worry about that,” the innkeeper says with a smirk I just hate, “this is for something else. Spike helped the owner of the place out on more than a few occasions: he and any partners are welcomed in any room.”

He shoots a glance at Spike, his smirk growing. Why do I feel the need to knock this guy out? “Though he likes the same room every time, isn’t that right?”

Spike looks away, but he can’t help but nod his head.

“Hm, that’s great.” The innkeep leaves for a moment, coming back with a pair of keys. “Here you are.” He places the keys on the table. We both pick our own. Spike sticks his in his jacket and mine in my tail; It’s a neat trick Pinkie taught me.

“Forgive me for saying this–” me and Spike both stop and turn around “–but I’m surprised you two aren’t sharing a room. You two aren’t, a-a couple?”

I recoil in shock, preparing to shout back.

“No,” he says. “Nothing of the sort. I have no friends and there’s no way I’d ever make it that far with anybody else.”

“Yeesh,” the innkeeper says, “I get it. You’re a dragon that nobody likes because you chose your mind instead of your body. Just know you’re always welcomed here, buddy.”

Spike sighs and turns around. “Have my things sent up as soon as possible.” He makes for the elevator, I gallop in  before the bellboy can shut the door. “I hate being bored.”

“Righty-oh!” The innkeeper says, as we ascend the hotel heights.

        We reach the doors to our rooms without either one of us saying a word. Spike had gone quiet and his face looks sad in a way. We coincidentally remove our keys and unlock our doors. I look to him and he looks to me. He exhales, gives me a salute, and enters his room.

        I do the same.

        I enter the room and drop the key on the table. Removing my stactel, I let it fall to the ground. The hotel room is that of any hotel room, though it definitely has a high class feel to it. But none of that matters to me, as I throw myself onto the bed.

I stretch my limbs until I feel light pop; giving a soft yawn. I scratch my undelly and allow my mane to cover my left eye. The sun is setting outside of my window, and my belly rumbles.

        Though I’m too lazy to get up. My mind doesn’t stay in the room long, as I wonder what’s happening in the room next to me.

        Did Spike take of his coat as soon as he got in? And, if he did, is he then going to go take a shower? That would require him to take his shirt off...

        That’s what’s different about him. Ponies are naked by default, yet Spike wears clothes. No pants; no clue why. But… as weird as it sounds… I’d love to see him without his shirt. It’d be a rare thing to behold.

Even with his shirt own, you can see how well his scales display his muscles. Pony fur tends to hide it on ponies, unless you’re super big. I wonder if Spike has a six pack. Bah! I thinking stupid, but I’m curious. Besides, the way how he walks on two legs; it’s so different yet awesome!how we walks on two legs.

I think they should put Spike in the museum: he’d make a great display piece. And then I could stare at him all I liked.

There’s butterflies in my stomach, which is weird. Don’t get me wrong: I’ve had them before I perform a big trick. But never have I felt it for anypony else.

Um, hey. Keep this a secret for me, but, I’ve actually never gotten… close to anypony else. I’ve flirted my fair share and let a stallion buy me a drink, but I’ve never really kissed anypony. I’ve always done my own thing and hung out with the girls, but I’ve never felt a spark for anypony else.

I’ve just done me.

And I’m not too huge on the dating thing. Farthest thing from a romantic, but someday, when I’m home alone and Tank’s at my bed’s end, I wish I had someone else there. Not to cuddle! But to just talk with, and, hang out.

Okay, maybe I wouldn’t mind cuddling. As long as it’s not mushy!

I wouldn’t mind dating, as long as it’s not mushy.

Okay, it can a little mushy, as long as no one is watching.

But the problem is, I don’t really have anyone I want to be mushy with.

I’ve just met Spike. All I know about him, is that he’s dragon whose locked himself away from the world. He talks like he knows it all, which... makes you want to punch him! He hasn’t a friend and he’s an antisocial prick. Plus, there’s a good chance he does drugs for fun.

        Not the best special somedragon you could have.

        So why is that I want to be mushy with him?

        He’s jam-packed with problems. Yet I want to help him out with every single one. He may stick to reason and despise feelings, so there’s a chance I’ll get pushed away. And the guy’s already a genius, so I can’t help him with the big things.

But helping him with the small stuff is more than enough to make me happy.

        I hope this case lasts longer than just a day. Or else I don’t have a reason to visit him again.

        And I really, want to visit him again.

        Should I get up and see if he wants to share dinner together? Not like in a date, but… something close to it. Just to see if I really like him or not.

        Before I roll out of my bed, I hear a knock. It’s not at my door.

        “F..or,..s…” I can’t make out what they’re saying. I hear the door close and more than one set of footsteps.

        “There is fine.” I hear Spike clearly. He does have a strong voice.

        “Per…hope….suts...well…”

        The door opens and I dash out of mine. A fellow Peggy wearing a hoodie with the hood up brushes past my side, my wings flare up instinctively. I cast an eye back, and he glances at me, offering a smirk as he hops onto the elevator.

I look to Spike’s door with a frown. I suddenly have the urge to kick his scaly butt. I go over to this door and knock. I hear the opening and closing of a cupboard, and then the door opens.

        Spike’s expression hasn't changed. “Oh, it’s you. What’s up, Dash?”

        “Nothing much,” I say as I peer into his room. He closes the door till I can only see his eyes. “You expecting company?”

        “Not at all,” Spike says, his poker face matching that of Celestia, “just had quick chat with an acquaintance.”

        “Lots of acquaintances but no friends,” I say with the urge to roll my eyes. I don’t, though, as that kind of conversation won’t lead anywhere. “Anyways, you hungry? I know a lot of places in Canterlot that’ll give me a good discount for being, well, me.” I feel my pride rise.

        “Sorry, I can’t.” I didn’t know I was smiling until I started frowning. “If I’m going to solve this case by tomorrow, then I’m going to need to spend the rest of today planning for every possibility.”

        “Oh…”

        “I’ll be sure to come wake you up early tomorrow to have breakfast: I’ll share my plans then.”

        “Ah… okay.” Why did I even come over here for? I already knew what answer would be. Besides, what he and his problems are none of my business.

        I’m tired. My eyes are falling close on me. I go back into my room and bury myself into the pillow. Blue strands of hair are getting into my eye, but I don’t mind. I close my eyes and steady my breath.

        Maybe a breakfast date wouldn’t be so bad after all. But, having a candlelit dinner with a lit candle, in Canterlot no less. Well, that would have been pretty awesome.

It would have been so… awesome.

I fall asleep and hope my dreams would be just that.

Why is it that I can sleep eight hours and still have trouble getting up for work? But on a day off, when all I can do is sleep, my body decides that few hours are fine.

I wake up alert, too. Thanks body, maybe you could switch it that I can wake up ready to work?

Prick.

I get up and walk about in my room. I can feel the hunger from earlier rising, but I don’t feel quite like eating yet. My mind is working double time and I don’t know why, but I’m aware of it’s thoughts: Spike.

What kinda six sense is this? Should I go check on him? It’s still night out; I must’ve been out for no longer than a few hours. So I could go knock on his door, but I don’t want to wake him up or disturb him if he’s thinking.

That would be neat, seeing him think. Pacing around the room or sitting still, whispering his thoughts outloud. I’m not a smart pony, but hearing his train of thought outloud was interesting. It made me feel smart as well, even if I’m cheating.

I walk over to the sliding doors of the room, which I pause before. The view of the waterfall captures me, and I kinda wished I were an artist. A brush and those cavern things, I would paint that waterfall.

I think Spike is starting to be a negative effect on me.

Sliding open the door to the balcony, the breeze greets my mane, sending it back flying. I step forward and close the door behind me. The falling water of the waterfall meets my ears, my shoulders relaxing all on their own. I exhale and flare my wings out.

Can what I’m about to do be considered peeping? Typically it’s the male peeping on the female, but it’s not only limited to that. Eh. As long as Spike doesn’t press charges, then I should be fine.

I jump past the rails and hover over the spot, as I peer into the window of my neighbour. The curtains are drawn but I can steal a peek. Landing on his balcony, I look inside.

The room is similar to that of mine, though it’s already a mess. Clothes and other such things littering the ground; bedsheets already in disarray, despite Spike looking like he hasn’t slept. Remember how I was wishing to see Spike with less clothing? Well, my wish kinda came true, as he’s only wearing a shirt which is halfway unbuttoned.

Beat that urge to help the buttons reach the bottom, Rainbow Dash. Beat it! Beat it!

I don’t think I would’ve beaten that urge if it weren’t for what I saw next.

Spike has a blade in his claw. It looks like a knife, but slightly bigger. What the heck is he doing with it… oh. The blade nears his arm, as it slides across his scales. No blood, yet he cutting deeper into his own hide.

Wait, what!?

Spike, what the heck are you doing?!

The blade is getting deeper… is Spike depressed? Suicidal? Just what the heck is it with this guy? First he acts like he has a god complex, then cuts himself when no one's looking. There’s no way I’m going to let this happen. I slam my body again the doors, he can hear the banging.

Though he continues to cut. Anymore and he’ll start bleeding. But that’s not happening on my watch; no way. My banging isn’t doing much, but the realization that the door is unlocked does wonders as I slide it open.

Stepping into the room, Spike doesn't notice me. He isn’t aware of anything happening in the room; his eyes still yet wandering. Looking at his arm, it wasn’t only a knife he was cutting against it.

It was a needle.

“What do you think you’re doing!” I shout. He doesn’t notice, still dazed. I’m careful with my steps as I approach him, making sure none of my movements come as a surprise or even hostile.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

The needle is prodding out of his arm – begging to be yanked out. I meet its request and earn a groan from the drake. That should subside for a good slap across the face.

“What the heck is going on here, Spike!?” I cry. He looks at me, he knows I’m here, yet he doesn’t say anything. I look at his emerald eyes with a hint of red, while he stares into mine. I wonder what he’s thinking

Just who did Twilight send me to?

“Relieving my boredom,” Spike says, exhaling.

“So you inject yourself with, with”– I pick up the needle with a blood at the end –“whatever the heck is in this!”

“It’s part of the case,” Spike replies. He speaks like it’s nothing, and I hate him so much for it. “It increase my perspective and my imagination by twelve percent; allowing me to place myself when the robbery took place.”

“Really?” I ask with the tilt of the head. That’s interesting, and could help. Wait.

“My heart spikes, and the world before me is replace with the world in my mind. By Celestia… who needs to do anything else when you can live like this!”

“Stop being stupid, Spike!” I shout. “Do you have any idea what effect this stuff has on you? Geez, you really are addict, aren’t you?”

“With us on a rock in an indifferent universe, with no meaning to life, expect those self-imposed – I need something to keep me flowing. Boredom is too much for me, but I don’t want to die. Death is the ultimate boredom.”

“But think about the negative effect this stuff has on you!”

Spike narrows his eyes on me as his next words come out as a hiss. “I’m a dragon that can handle it. What I do my private is worth of none of your concern.”

That's not to work with me. “The hay it is! You’re working on a case which the safety of Equestria depends on.”

“Not really. You girls have knack for making something up to save the day. After all, doesn’t friendship save everything in the end?” His words are mocking and really want slap him, but, I can’t. I can’t harm him in this state.

Plus, damn it, he’s got a point. “A last minute plan doesn't always work. It’s not something we or the land can rely on.”

He doesn't have a comeback for that. Instead, he relaxes his back into the bed post. He doesn’t say anything, as it looks like his mind begins to wonder.

We’re not done yet. “Hey,” he looks to me, “can you pass me the needle? I’ve spent so much money on it, and it’s be a shame not to see it used fully.”

I picked up the needle and he smiled. I threw the needle against the wall and he stopped smiling.

“Why cut your arm?” I ask. “Enjoy the pain?”

“Not at all,” he replies, “scales at too thick for a needle to pierce. Gotta make it’s job easier somehow.” He shuffles, his eyes brightening. “See, I cut it just enough to dig into my scales, never enough to bleed. Think to the point where ponies are able to receive needles. Then, I inject the needle as the scales are weak enough.”

I sigh and look around the room to find something patch up his arm with. “As interesting as that is Spike – you being the only dragon and all – I’d rather I never learn it at the reward of you never being involved with this stuff.”

I walk over to the medical cabinet.

“A dragon of my caibler has to pass the time somehow. Magic all to the brain, I’ve got nothing but crimes and drugs to interest me. Unfortunately for me, our land is quite the peaceful one.”

Explains why you live in the woods, Spike.

“Besides, I have a feeling if it weren’t for the drugs, I’d find myself on the other side of the law to relieve my boredom.” He gives a big laugh – he’s definitely gone mad. “I don’t think many would approve of that, so, it’s a good thing I use these instead.”

I bite down on the bandage row and close the cabinet. Approaching him, I lay down on my tummy and start rolling the roll around his wrist. He doesn't object, but he inches away from my actions. Never saying anything.

“That sounds like an excuse to me,” I say. Not to be hostile, but, just to state my mind.

“You’re right.”

I shoot my head to his, as his eyes look into mine with an emotions I can’t quite describe. Whatever it is, it’s enough to stall my heart and make me feel sad.

“But I’ve got nothing else to do. Knowledge flows too easily to me; others baffle me, and it seems there isn’t a point to most things life. I’m a freak to all. But really, I’m just lost, not sure where to go or what to do. But doing this type of thing alleviates me.” Spike smiles. “Plus it really does allow for me to think better.”

“Spike… what if others, y’know, care about you see you do this? Don’t you think it may hurt them to see yourself like this?”

Spike chuckles. “I’m alone, Dash. There isn’t pain for me, just boredom. And the only ones that may concern themselves for me are the ones I hate most in this world.”

“What about me?” I ask.

“What about you?”

“Don’t you think I may care about you?”

“I doubt it,” he says. “We’ve just met, and if you were to learn more of me, the more you’d want to stray away from me?”

“And how do you know that?”

“Deduction.”

“And what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m almost never wrong.”

Did... someone... hurt you, Spike? Why are you like this? Please, I want to know.

 We sit in silence for a while, with no light in the room besides that of the moon.

“Hey, Dash?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask for a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“Whenever I dapple in this type of thing, the aftermath comes with a bit of a shock. And while I’m use to being alone and prefer it to being in company, I feel as I’m going to dread this loneliness.”

“So~?”

Spike isn’t looking at me, but something tells me he wants to.

“Can you hold my claw?” His voice cracks before he can say more. My own heart is going double time; my eyes glue to his being. I say nothing in return, as my actions speak for me. My hoof reaches for his claw, which he in turns grabs with his claw. Giving it a little squeeze, he smiles and closes his eyes.

“Thank you. When replace the world with the one in your head, yours fears come with it. And oh Celestia, it’s harder to face them.”

We lay against his bedside, and I suppress to joke that this is the closest I’ve been to a guy. I smile to myself, and fall asleep with that thought.

A claw in hoof; a hoof in a claw. Together we sleep, to, I hope, a better tomorrow.