Belle Vie held the small infant in her hooves as her husband took a picture. Scootaloo, a beautiful name, almost as beautiful as the foal she held. She looked up at her husband with tears in her grey-purple eyes, "it's not fair."

Tornado looked at his wife, "I know dear." He looked at the camera and then smiled at her, his smiled turned to a sad frown, They starred at each other for a brief moment, Belle Via then snuggled her daughter closer. Her husband rubbed her bald head, something he didn't mind doing after she started her chemotherapy.

She closed her eyes and a single tear fell, "why did I have to get cancer, I just want to take care of our baby!"

He nodded sadly agreeing to the question, but these things happen honey, but you have to have faith, I'll keep her safe you know that."

"But I want to be there for her to." Belle Vie put her nose to her daughter's nose.

"Your going to get better Belle, I promise." Tornado smiled at his wife.

"DON'T MAKE PROMISES YOU CAN'T KEEP!" Belle screamed, Scootaloo began to cry as she woke up, the Gray cherry pegasus kissed her Scootaloo's forehead and began to sing a lulabey, "hush now, quite now, lay your sleepy head..." her voice drifted threw the song as the filly's crying stopped and her eyes closed slowly, she made small snores.

Tornado walked out of the room and into the kitchen, he didn't want to lose his wife, she was the most amazing thing he had. He looked at a picture on the counter, it was from their wedding day. He brushed his hoof over the image, over the purple main his wife would still have if cancer hadn't come along, he knew he couldn't let her go.

-4 years later-

Tornado opened the last of the boxes and took out a picture. This box was full if them, they where of his wife. He admired the image and then placed it back into the box, he shut it as soon as Scootaloo trotted into the room.

"Daddy!" She sat next to him, "what ya doing?"

"Unpacking Scoot." He smiled as he picked up the box and placed it on the table.

"Oh..." She ran to where he was and climbed onto one if the counter stools, "can I help?"

She smiled at him so brightly that he froze. She was only five and looked just like her mother, the only difference was the coat color and that was about it. He looked back at the box, "these are just some pictures, it won't take long." That was a lie, just because it was a few pictures didn't mean he'd do it fast, he would need to admire them for a while.

"Are they of me?" Scootaloo enjoyed looking at baby pictures of herself.

"No, they're of your mom, some are before you were born." He smiled.

"Can I see?" She stretched her small hooves out to try and grab the large box.

"No, you can look at them when they're on the walls." He picked some out of the box and sat then on a staircase step, he want back to the table and then took a small hammer and nails. Once he was gone again Scootaloo crawled onto the table and dug threw the box, she picked up a picture of her mother.

She admired it, looking closely she saw herself as a baby, her mother was snuggling her as she slept. She never meet her mother, she died when Scootaloo was a year old. She tucked the picture under the table as her father returned.

"I guess I'll play in my room now." Scootaloo ran upstairs hiding the picture, Tornado didn't seem to notice. She opened the door to her room and once she was inside, she shut the door and went to the center of the room. She walked slowly to a small nightstand next to her bed and put the picture in the top drawer.

She then looked out the window, to the streets of Ponyville. They'd moved here from Fillydelthia, where her parents had grown up. She rested her hooves on the window seal and sighed up to the night sky. Her dad opened the door and smiled, "I found a picture you might like to have in here."

She turned around and nodded, "what is it?"

"A picture of your first birthday." That had been a week before her mother died, she nodded in acceptance of the picture. Tornado went to the wall near her bed and began to nail the picture in place. Once he was finished Scootaloo hopped onto the bed and looked at the item on the wall. Once her dad was gone she slipped into the covers and took the picture of her mom out of the nightstand, she gently tucked it under the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

-5 years later, present day-

"I'm going to work now Scootaloo, Rainbow Dash will be here in an hour to see what your up to, anything you need before I go?" Tornado asked.

Scootaloo spooned some cereal into her mouth and shook her head. Her dad nodded and stood up, "well I'll see you Monday then."

Scootaloo swallowed and smiled, "my friends are coming over for a sleepover."

"I almost forgot about that, well one more rule before I go, don't have any boys over." It took her a while to see that he was joking but ment it.

She nodded. Her dad opened the door and her friends ran past him, except Sweetie Belle, she just waited for him to walk out side. He waved bye and flew away. Scootaloo hopped off the stool and picked up her bowl.

Diamond Tiara smiled and offered to clean it instead, "I really owe you girls a lot, you became friends with me and Silver Spoon no mater how mean we'd been to you."

"No it's fine." Scootaloo nodded as she turned on the water, Diamond Tiara gave her a sad look. Scootaloo shrugged, if she wanted to then why waist the gesture, she stepped back from the sing and Diamond Tiara began to scrub the bowl.

"We still have to decide when to have our cute-ceañera!" Sweetie Belle squeaked.

"I was thinking next Tuesday, cause my dad will be home then!" Scootaloo smiled, "come on, let's go talk in my room."

The five fillies ran upstairs in a race, Scootaloo got there first so she opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. Once everypony was inside Scootaloo ran to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, she took out the picture of her mom.

"What's that?" Silver Spoon asked as she walked up to Scootaloo.

"My mom." She hugged the picture close to her heart, "She died when I was a year old."

"Ah was wondering about your mother..." Apple Bloom said, "ah lost both of my parents."

"Yeah but you have big siblings and a grandmother to look after and hang out with you, it's sort of different." Scootaloo said, not looking at her friends as tears filled her eyes.

"Hey maybe we could find your dad a new wife!" Sweetie Belle chimed in, "I have a certain pegasus in mind." The small unicorn filly gave an evil grin.

Scootaloo looked away from the picture in her hooves to give Sweetie Belle a confused expression, "what do you mean Sweetie Belle?"

The unicorn glared at her, "get your dad and Rainbow Dash together, it's the perfect plan!" She grinned, "I'm sure they love each other."

"Not that bad an idea Sweetie Belle." Apple Bloom nodded.

Scootaloo didn't move, her friends had a point. But she couldn't do that, her dad said he was happy by himself. She looked back down at the pictures, one of her mother holding her, before she died of cancer.

"I don't think my dad's ready to make that kind of commitment." Scootaloo looked at her friends.

"What's this have to do with a commitment?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"It's just, even after nine years he still looks at her pictures, I mean if you haven't noticed they are everywhere

"Well maybe we can he'll him!" Diamond Tiara smiled.

"No, if he is going to get me a new mom he'll have to do it when he's ready." Scootaloo looked back at the picture.

"Alright then." Sweetie Belle nodded, "well I got to go and get my sleeping bag and stuff ready for the sleepover." Her other friends seemed to agree and all began to leave, Diamond Tiara looked back, "I'm sure your dad will find somepony soon."

Scootaloo sat there looking at the picture. She then looked at the door as it closed. She put the picture back in her drawer and looked out the window.

-an hour later-

"Hey Scootaloo." Rainbow walked into the living room, Scootaloo was on the flour watching TV.

"Hi dash!" Scootaloo jumped up and paused the show, "what are you doing here?"

" Don't I always check in on you when your dad's gone?" The cyan pegasus laughed.

"Oh.. I forgot" Scootaloo replied.

Rainbow Dash walked to the TV to see what Scootaloo was watching, "well you seem like your ok so I'll just get going."

"Wait!" Scootaloo yelled as Rainbow Dash began walking towards the door, she turned around, "I need to ask you something..." Scootaloo gulped, she'd been thinking about what Sweetie Belle and Diamond Tiara had said for a whole hour and it seemed like a good idea to try out.

"You know how my mom died when I was little right?" Scootaloo asked, reviving a nod from Rainbow, "well I think he should get a new wife, he's been lonely'" Scootaloo kicked at the ground, "so what if you dated him..."

Rainbow Dash sat there in confusion, she finally shook her head, "no way squirt."

"Why not?" Scootaloo asked.

"Your dad can decide on somepony for himself." Rainbow Dash smiled, "it's sweet that your worried about him but he'll get a wife when he's ready."

"But what if he wanted to date you?"

"He's four years older then me Scootaloo." Rainbow Dash shook her head, "it wouldn't work."

"Oh..." Scootaloo looked at the ground, "but what's wrong with a twenty-four year old and a twenty-nine year old being together?"

"Nothing but that seems weird to me." Rainbow Dash shrugged, "besides...this is really awkward."

"Yeah I guess but I just want a mom, you seem like the perfect candidate." Scootaloo looked at her, "please."

"I'm sorry Scootaloo, I can't." Rainbow Dash got up to leave, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok." Scootaloo replied. Once Rainbow was gone she went to the phone and called Sweetie Belle.

Rarity answered the phone, "Carousel Boutique, where ever ou-"

"Yeah, yeah, can Sweetie Belle come to the phone, it's Scootaloo."

Soon Sweetie Belle's voice filled the speaker, "hey Scootaloo!"

"Hey Sweetie Belle, I talked to Rainbow Dash about your plan and she doesn't like the idea." Scootaloo said dryly.

"Well duh, that must have been awkward!" Sweetie Belle replied, "just talk to your dad about it is all I ment, talk to him about Rainbow Dash and then ask your dad if he has any girlfriends."

"Oh." Scootaloo nodded, "but he won't be back untill Monday."

"Then wait till Monday." Her voice seemed annoyed.

Scootaloo nodded again as she heard a click from the other end. She put the phone back on the receiver and walked upstairs to her room. Once inside she went and got the picture back from the drawer.

Author's Note

Just so you know, Belle Vie is French for Beautiful Life.

I'm really exited with how this first chapter turned out. Tornado is my Oc, now before you click the dislike button I have to explain this to you.

I got this idea last night (it's March 18th as I write this) It seemed like a great story to me so I'll try and write it out very well. Thank you for giving this story a shot, it means a lot to me!