The Pegasus & The Pegasister

The Wonderbolts training facility was now but a dot in the distance, silhouetted by the setting sun. It had taken hours for Ashleigh to make it all the way to where she was. Not helping was the fact that Soarin had tried to break free several times. He hadn't succeeded of course, Soarin was still in somewhat rough shape from the fall. Ashleigh was scared that when she got too tired to continue, that she would pass out and Soarin would get back to the training facility to get them to track her down. Although Soarin couldn’t fly, he would have no problem walking-

Ashleigh, exhausted from the nearly eternal trek, suddenly toppled over, causing a cry of pain from Soarin as he slipped in front of her, and all of her weight came down on him.

“Sorry!” she said, trying to stand up. Soarin, however, tried to get up but bucked under the weight of his hindleg.

“What have you done to my leg!?!” he yelled, trying to ignore the shooting pain.

“I’m sor-” she started, but suddenly was interrupted.

“Shut up! What is your problem you hairless freak? You broke my wing, my leg is probably sprained or broken, and you grabbed me and pulled me into a bush!”

Ashleigh bit her lip and looked away. She felt awful, just awful. No matter what she had done, things just kept getting worse and worse for Soarin. Letting out a sigh, she picked him back up. He didn’t argue, but let out an unpleasant snort.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she started looking around in all directions.

“Looking for a place to sleep.” she said, “I’m trying to get somewhere where I can also look at your injuries.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna be so helpful.” sneered Soarin, “Maybe you’ll give me a broken rib cage too.”

Ashleigh, said nothing, her guilt for what had happened growing. This was all her fault, and she knew it. Her childish fear had gotten the best of her, and a pony who she was actually a fan of had gotten hurt. To tell the truth, Soarin was her favorite of the wonderbolts, and she had always been

“Just stop up here!” snapped Soarin, jerking away from her, but not quite succeeding in his attempt.

Ashleigh nodded, and toppled over, just before setting him down.

“I’m so sore and tired…” groaned Ashleigh, her face on the ground.

Soarin sneered, and tried to sit up. “Good.”

Ashleigh shot him an annoyed look and finally got up to check his wing. “I’ll bandage it up.” she said.

Soarin was about to ask with what, but suddenly she took a hair tie out of her pocket and pulled it around his wing. Not like I ever use this thing anyways.

“Better?”

Soarin looked at it. It still hurt, but the aching pain was gone.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Ashleigh patted him on the head. “Hey...I’m sorry. I hope your wing feels better.”

Soarin, for a moment, almost forgot that he was mad at her. But before he almost said the most dreaded t-word of them all; thanks, he let out a sneer and slapped her hand with his tail.

“Whatever.”

Ashleigh almost laughed at the faked arrogance, but managed to stop herself, and inspected his leg.

“I think you were overreacting a bit, your leg isn’t broken, it’s just bruised.” Ashleigh said, patting his head, prompting an angry growl out of him.

“You still hurt it.” he retorted, desperate to get the last word.

Ashleigh just let out a scoff, before taking off her outer jacket and putting it on him.

“I’m not just your disposal for your clothes.” he retorted, shaking it off.

“It’s for you to use as a blanket.” Ashleigh said through gritted teeth. Although the pegasus had started out on reasonable ground, he was definitely pushing his boundaries.

“You don’t have to like it, but I don’t appreciate being talked down to.”

Soarin was intimidated by her firm nature, and pulled the jacket on top of himself.

Ashleigh mentally gave herself a pat on the back for holding her ground and not wussing out of what to tell him to do.

“Right, now go to sleep.” she said, a yawn ending her statement as she arched her back into a yawn.

Soarin pulled the jacket closer to him.

“I’ll give you one thing man, you’ve got guts.” he muttered, a surprising lack or sarcasm in his voice, although Ashleigh had not the slightest idea why she had just gotten called a man.

Ashleigh just tiredly muttered something before grabbing some leaves off a bush and shoving them under her head into a makeshift pillow. The night air, despite not being freezing cold, had a bit of a chill in it, causing her to shiver. Not helping was the fact she was wearing only shorts; short shorts at that, and a shirt that was nothing more than a glorified tank top.

“Great job Ashleigh.” she muttered sarcastically. “Why did you have to dress like you were just going to spend the day at your house watching cartoons?” she joked sarcastically.

She considered taking the jacket away from Soarin, but she felt guilty after everything else he had suffered, not to mention that she was too exhausted to move. Despite her exhaustion, Ashleigh found herself unable to sleep. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was her aching back, but she simply couldn’t go asleep. Finally, letting out an angry snarl, she pulled some more leaves off the bush next to her to try and stay warmer. It didn’t help much, but the sheer exhaustion finally gave her the wish she desired, and she fell asleep. Part of her wondered if she would even be in Equestria the next morning, weather this was a freaky dream, or if it wasn’t a dream, what would happen.

If this is a dream, then I kinda don’t want to have dreams ever again.