The Detective Who Likes To Watch Rainbows

Spike sits in his arm chair, smoking his pipe. It took a lot of arguing, but I convinced him to stay off the drug train. Though sometimes he smokes a pipe, whenever a big problem is set before him or a case requires long thinking hours.

But I know he still has a stash of weed around the house. I’m not sure where, but I’ll let that slide. Beside, maybe one day, we’ll just, chill, out.

I write the last word to theElemental case and lean back into my chair, letting out the biggest breath of air. I’m not much of a reader, but I love to write. I hope to submit my work one day, under fiction of course. I hope then, that through my works, that maybe Spike can be seen as a hero one day.

I get up from my seat and stretch out my back. Spike’s eyes are still lost beyond the window, so I take the opportunity to sneak up on him. And then, without a sound, I peck him on the cheek. He jumps, turns to me, sighs and collapses.

“Really?” He asks.

I kiss him again, leaning over the chair with the help of my wings. “Really,” I say. Walking away, I give the sway of my tail; he’s watching it like a clock. I laugh and he blushes.

“So, any word from Shining?”

I shake my head. “Nothing yet, apparently no one has ever heard of Jim Moriarty. But ask any of the higher ups, and they refuse to answer…”

“Oh!” Spike laughs; “I’m not worried about that. I mean Twilight: has she gotten better?”

“Oh,” I mutter. “She’s fine, still bed ridden. When we told her that you had made a friend, she passed out. When I told her you and I were drake and mare friend, she passed out for more than a few days. I don’t think her mind is capable of you accomplishing such a thing.”

“Heh, well I am pretty lucky.”

“Hmhm,” I sound. “Though my friends are okay with the idea. I think they have the same idea as Twilight, but once you meet them, I’m pretty sure you’ll win them over easily.”

“Normal ponies hate me.”

“My friends are the furthest thing from normal. Especially Pinkie.”

“Huh,” he sounds, “then we should get along greatly.”

I walk away from Spike and hide my face.  “Spike, I have a bit of a problem.”

He looks so nervous. He’s no use to ponies being so close to him, so it’s understandable. I’ll never toy around him on that deep of level, but still, his twildding of the claws is adorable.

“I’m bored.”

Silence. The laugher. I laugh, he laughs. Soon the forest is shaking, are laughter so loud and happy. Soon it stops, but my smile remains. “Say, Spike, I’ve finished writing about the case.”

He comes up to me and places a claw along my neck. “That’s great, can’t wait to give it a read.”

“Not until the second draft,” I say. “But, with that case gone, I have nothing new to write about.”

“Is that so?” He raises a brow. “I guess that means we need embark on a new adventure.” I laugh internally; Spike gets me and I kinda get Spike. He rushes over to the coat hanger and retrieves his third coat; the other two pershing in the quest.

Throwing it own and swishing it back, he picks up the hat from hanger and is about to put it on, until he looks to me. A smile forms, and he puts the hat ontop of my head. I stare at him, but smiles. I shrug my shoulders.

We make it to the door, and together, we open it, in search of our next case.

My name is Rainbow Dash, and I’m the number one assistant and partner to Spike. Spike the detective or Spike the dragon, either way, you’re sure to hear from us soon enough. For if you have a mystery in the need of solving, look further no than us.

Thus concludes the tale.

Thank you for reading.