Working Relationships

Poor Rarity

• Vacation is coming soon.

Rarity rushed to Pinkie’s side of the bench, that one bench, lone at the train station, with Dash and Applejack by her side.  Twilight’s train was being pushed down the tracks, and Spike hung his head in sorrow, putting his claws up to his face, as tears strung down his face.  Rarity’s foreleg wrapped around Pinkie’s sobbing self, and tried to comfort her.

“Calm down, Pinkie, she’ll be back,” she calmed.

“No, it won’t be the same,” she cried out.

“What do you mean, darling?”

“Don’t you see what will happen?” Pinkie rose her head.

“Tell me, please do.”

“With Twilight gone, Spike will be alone, Applejack and Dash won’t be around anymore, and Fluttershy will stay lonely for ever,” Pinkie lowered her head again.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Pinkie,” Rarity leaned in, “I think Fluttershy got on the train with Twilight.”

Pinkie rose her head up, her eyes widened, “Wha-? How do you know that?”

Applejack and Dash were already walking away.

“She told me she was leaving for a doctor or something like that, but I think she was lying,” Rarity informed her.  Pinkie wanted to believe her, but she didn’t have enough proof to show it.

“I don’t know if  I can trust you on that, Rarity.”

“Okay, Pinkie, but take it easy, just slow down for a bit,” and with that, Rarity got up, and left.  Spike already returned to Twilight’s library home.

Rarity walked down the street, noticing all of the other ponies minding themselves, paying no attention to Rarity.  The sun was lowering as she walked back to her home.

The door opened up, and everything was still.  Rarity went over to her ‘thinking’ couch, and laid down.  Her eye lids slowly began to close, and she tried to sort everything out.  She was almost about to get some rest, when the click clack of hooves came down, and caught her attention.

“Rarity, why are you so glum?” the small pony asked.

“What? Oh, it’s nothing to big,” Rarity answered.

“Well, it must be, you never sit down on your thinking couch, unless its important,” Sweetie pointed out, approaching her sister.

“It’s everything, Sweetie, everything is falling apart.”

“Everything?”

“All of my friends are having a hard time dealing with Twilight’s leaving,” Rarity lowered.

“Isn’t she coming back?” she asked,

“Of course, but I think that Pinkie would have already gone crazy by that time,” Rarity answered.

“Want me to call the asylum?” Sweetie Belle joked.

“No, but we should keep them on standby.”

Sweetie’s expression changed, “You’re serious? I was just joking!  If it’s that bad, then this really is important!”

“Listen, I need some time to think, without you right now, I’m going out for a bit, I don’t know when I’ll be back,” she said, getting up.

“I’ll just go to Apple Bloom’s house, then,” Sweetie said.

“Fine, but I’ll just stay this,” she said as she walked out the door, “You’re to young to know, so stay away from Applejack and Rainbow Dash for a while.”

Rarity walked in though the dusty saloon doors, only a few ponies were present, sitting at the small tables, and the bar was centered in the back of the room.  The lights were hung from thick wire.  Rarity walked up to the bar stools lined up nicely, and ordered.

“Water, just water.”

Her forelegs were up on the bar, her hooves in her face, after three glasses of water, another one coming.  Slow music was playing, on a grand piano, and the moon was rising up into the sky, at it’s peak.  The music sounded nice, but she paid no attention to the lyrics, out of frustration.

A few of the ponies were starting to leave the bar, as he time was getting very late.  She practically had the bar to herself, except for the pianist and the bar tender.  She gulped down more water, and turned her stool to face the piano.  She never learned how to play it, but that was just one thing in a long list of things she never got to do.

“Play me a sad song,” she said, giving a stare to the pianist.

“How sad?” he asked up.

“The saddest one you know.”

The music started out very slow, and mellow.  It stayed that way the whole time through, notes dripping of the strings as the small hammers vibrated them through the room.  Only her, the white pony, was paying attention, and was the only one listening.  The only patron in the bar, and the only pony probably in all of Equestria who was feeling her kind of sorrow.  The one problem was that it was somepony else’s problem.

Pinkie was the sole pony Rarity worried about, she knew that Pinkie’s self depression, even if it only lasted a few days or weeks, could take a major toll on her sanity.  Why did Twilight have to go?  She could have refused, couldn’t she?  Was she trying to get away from them?  So many questions were left unanswered, and maybe the could never be answered...

All Rarity knew was that Twilight and Fluttershy were gone, Pinkie was depressed, and Spike is going to get even more lonely as the days were creeping up.  Poor Rarity, all alone, in a cold world, but the strange thing was: it was still summer.  The notes were still going, ringing in her ears, and she bowed her head down on the bar, her snout barley touching the top of the wooden surface, and tears strummed down the bridge of her nose, out from the corners of her blue eyes.

Sobbing, she went to the bathroom, for peace and quiet, even though the music was still coming through the wall.  She leaned over the sink, and bit her tongue, trying to hold back the tears.  She could remember Pinkie’s straight hair, how it sagged down, as she handed the tissues towards Pinkamina’s face.  And how Applejack and Dash’s tails were entwined, realizing that their relationship was growing every second, but the one thing that bugged her most, was Spike, and how lonely he will be.

Her tears stopped, but they were still dripping of the ends of her cheeks, dripping into the sink.  She wiped the rest of the salty water off of her face, and exited the bathroom, leaving a trial of dust in her wake.  The song finally ended, that song, the song that made her realize what the gravity of the situation was.

“That,” she sniffed, “was wonderful.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he tilted his head, wrapping up his belongings, and proceeded out the door.

That was enough of the bar, it was only her, the bar tender had left.  The streets were deserted too, it was past midnight, and the street lights lit the avenues.  Maybe she would go visit Spike, see how he was doing.  She started making her way to the large, tree library, where only one light in the downstairs floor was on.

Spike was reading a book from the shelves, when he heard the knock on the door.  He peeked through the looking glass of the door, and sighed at the figure standing outside.  He opened the door, and slowly, she walked in.

“Hey, Rarity,” his words ran off, “what are you doing here?”

“I just thought I would come by and see how you were doing, you seemed a little down.”

“Yeah, I was, and still am.”

“Are you okay? Physically, I mean,” Rarity asked, curiously, “do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine, I’m just a bit bummed out that I wasn’t able to go,” Spike turned away, “I mean, I miss Twilight, a lot, but I just wish I could go around where ever I pleased, it’s always ‘No, Spike, stay here’ or ‘Take a note, Spike’,” he imitated.

Rarity paused, then spoke, “If you want to go, or take some time off, why don’t you tell her?”

“I couldn’t, I shouldn’t, it’s wrong, and I’m her assistant,” Spike stuttered.

“So, maybe you do need a break.”

“Why did you come here, really?” Spike asked.

“It’s Pinkie, I’m worried about her, she seems like she’s going to take this the hardest.”

“Oh?”

“I’m worried.”

“Don’t be,” Spike turned back around, “it’s Pinkie Pie, she’ll calm down eventually.”

Rarity wanted to believe him,

“Ya, your probably right, I’m sorry I bothered you.”

Spike opened the front door, “If you don’t mind, I have to get some sleep,”

“Right, sorry,” she said, as she walked out of the door.

Still, something bugged her, and she started to think weather Fluttershy was doing the right thing.  The she thought of maybe even going out to bring her back.

He took one glance back, and shut it behind her, then, Rarity proceeded back to her home, with a somewhat clear mind, and Spike’s advice.