Chapters Spike and Rarity were walking down the dimly light tunnel.
"Oh, right here!" Rarity said, pointing to part of the wall. Spike started to dig, and after a couple of seconds he struck something hard and shiny. A gem.
"Oh, it's perfect!" Rarity squealed.
Just like you , Spike thought. Rarity looked back at the wagon that Spike was towing behind him.
"Ok, I think that's enough," she said. "And now, for your reward." Spike turned towards Rarity.
"Rarity, you don't have to-" his words caught in his throat. Rarity was starting slowly walk towards him, and was doing it sexily.
"Um, Rarity, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm about to give you your reward," Rarity purred before pouncing on him.
Spike woke up breathing heavy.
Oh, wow, that dream was so realistic , he thought. Twilight started moving.
"Spike, are you ok?" she asked. She then started sniffing the air.
"Ah, man, did you have another wet dream?" she asked. Spike looked down at his covers and noticed the smell. He sighed.
"It appears so," he said. "Sorry."
"Don't be. That's supposed to happen," Twilight said. "Although that is the fourth time this week."
"Yeah, maybe this is some kind of warning?" Spike suggested.
"I doubt it. Is it just the sheets?" Twilight asked. Spike started sniffing around.
"Yes. Good," he said. "When do you think this will stop?"
"It might not," Twilight said. Suddenly, there was the sound of screaming outside the house. Twilight and Spike looked out the window.
"Stay here!" Twilight commanded.
"Why?" Spike asked.
"Because you could get hurt!" Twilight yelled as she flew out the window.
Sorry Twilight, I have to make sure that Rarity is ok, Spike thought as he ran through the door and towards Rarity's house. Up until this point he hadn't known what was attacking, and he hadn't really cared, but now he saw.
"Parasprites? Wow, I thought we would have been better defended for them," Spike said aloud. He managed to make it to Rarity's house without getting hurt. He looked at the house and thought Ok, looks like she's safe , but then the screaming started.
Ok, maybe not , he thought as a ran into the house. He looked around, wondering where she was, but then there was another scream, and he ran upstairs. He started looking into rooms, hopping to find her. He was starting to lose hope when he found her and Sweetie Bell, cornered by dozens of parasprites, in front of a window. She was wacking at them with a fly swatter, and was doing really good, until Spike noticed some of them carrying a desk over her. She obviously didn't notice, because she wasn't moving.
"Rarity, move!" Spike yelled. She didn't hear him, so he did the only thing he could think of. He charged at her and pushed her and Sweetie Bell out of the window. He was about to jump out after them when the parasprites dropped the desk. The pain he felt was brief.
When they found his body, the scales where already falling off and the flesh was mostly rotted. Twilight managed to explained that dragons decomposed faster then poines through her tears, and was comforted by her also crying friends. His funeral was quick, and it was obvious that the entire town had liked him, and was going to honer him, if the grave stone, which was a statue of him, was anything to judge by. By pony standards, he definitely died too young, but by dragon standards, it was basically like he had barely just been born. The crowds were starting to thin, and in no time, it was just his closest friends. After about half an hour, they started walking home back to the castle, comforting Twilight all the way. However, it was when they started to walk away when Spike's skeleton started to move.
"How are you still alive?" Twilight hissed.
"Yeah, I was kind of hoping that you would know that," Spike said.
"Why would I know?!" asked Twilight.
"Because you're smart. Maybe Celestia knows, she's always beenway smarter," Spike said.
"That is true. Ok, can you still breath fire?" Twilight asked. Spike shrugged and opened a window.
"Let's see," Spike said as he inhaled then exhaled. A stream of fire came from his mouth.
"Ok, I can. Why?" he asked. Twilight was levitating a quill, some ink and some paper from her room and handed it to Spike.
"I need you to write a letter," she said.
"Really? I find it odd that the first thing you do when you find out I'm still alive is have me write a letter," Spike said. Twilight smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, but your handwriting is a lot faster then my hornwriting," Twilight said.
"I know. I just find it odd," Spike agreed.
"Just write," Twilight said.
"Ok," Spike said. Twilight started speaking, and Spike started writing. After a few minutes, they were done. Spike breathed his mailfire on it, and sent it to Celestia.
"So, when do you think she'll respond?" Spike asked. Suddenly there was a flash of light from the hall and some crashing.
"Ow," the person said.
Wow, she's already here? That was fast," Spike said. Twilight poked her head out of the room.
"Celestia! Over here!" Twilight hissed.
"Thank you," Celestia said. She walked into the room, and when she saw Spike, she jaw dropped.
"Oh, wow, you look hideous," Celestia said. Twilight started giggling.
"Really?" Spike said.
"Sorry!" Celestia said.
"It's ok," Spike sighed. "I know I'm dead, kind of, but I can still feel."
"Don't say that!" Twilight said.
"Yeah, we can still see that your heart is beating!" said Celestia. Spike paused.
"That is surprisingly comforting," Spike said. There was a knock on the door.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Twilight, but who are you talking to? That sounded a lot like Spike," Fluttershy called in.
"She doesn't know?" Celestia asked. Twilight shook her head.
"No one does. We're the only ones that do know," Twilight said.
"Was that Celestia?" asked Fluttershy.
"Should we let her in?" asked Twilight.
"Might as well" Celestia said. Twilight opened the door and pulled Fluttershy in. She saw Spike and was about to scream, but Twilight covered Fluttershy's mouth before she could.
"Are you going to scream?" Twilight asked. Fluttershy shook her head. Twilight removed her forehoof.
"Spike? You're still alive?" Fluttershy whispered.
"Sort of," Spike said.
"Ok, so, we need to do some experiments on Spike, and you need to not tell anyone about Spike being alive, ok?" Celestia asked.
"Wait, what kind of experiments?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, we need to see how and why you're still alive," Celestia said. "I'm not sure if this is a part of dragon biology, so it might have something to do with what happened when Twilight hatched you."
"Yeah, it could be that. She released some powerful magic that day," Spike said.
"Actually, I could find most of this stuff out without magic or the possibility of hurting Spike," Fluttershy said.
"Really?" asked Celestia.
"Yes. Just leave Spike with me for a few days and I'll get some of these answers. Just make sure nobody comes, ok?" Fluttershy asked. "I will get answers."
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Intresting. My smell is both worse and better , Spike thought to himself, then cocked his head. Why was I in there? I can't quite remember. I remember the attacking parasprites, but other then that, nothing. He started scratching his forehead, and saw his arm. He almost screamed, but stopped just in time, so he didn't wake anyone up.
What's wrong with my skin? It looks like bone! He looked at his chest. He started breathing heavily.
I think I'm actually dead! I can see straight through my chest! I can even see my heart! Wait, why is my heart still here? he wondered.
Eh, Twilight probably knows. Plus, if I did die, she might be glad to see me, and probably even the others! He started walking back to the castle, but started thinking How will she react? What if she kicks me out? Nah, she wouldn't kick me out, no matter what I look like. Hopefully I can put on some kind of disguise, maybe not for Twilight, but for other people who might not like seeing me like this . He stopped at the stairs leading up to the castle. He had some momentary doubt, but decided to enter anyway. He opened and closed the door as quietly as possible, and started climbing the stairs to his room. Usually he slept with Twilight, but thought she might not what to wake up to what he currently looked like. He opened the door to his room, entered, closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is someone there?" a voice asked.
Twilight?! What are you doing in my room? he thought.
"I know you're there!" she said, a bit louder this time. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and Spike had to cover his eyes. Twilight gasped.
"Spike?!?!" she yelled. "How are you still alive?" He could hear the sounds of the other girls waking up and running to his room.
"Not yet! Please don't tell them about me being here!" Spike hissed before jumping into the closet.
"Twilight! What was that racket?" Rarity asked. Twiligh tore her gaze from the closet.
"Um, sorry, just imagining things," she said.
"Do you want us to sleep in here with you?" Fluttershy asked.
"No, go back to sleep," Twilight said. "Sorry for waking you all up."
"Don't be. You just lost Spike! He was like a brother/son to you!" Fluttershy said.
"Ok, I know. Just, go back to sleep, I'll be ok," Twilight said. The girls responded with ok's and good night's, and when they were gone, Twilight pulled Spike out of the closet with her magic.
"How are you still alive?" she hissed.
