Small Wings and a Kind Heart

by jdb1984

Rating: everyone
Tags: Cheerilee, Scootaloo, Slice of Life, Applejack, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6698

While trying to help, Cheerilee finds out about how Scootaloo is living.

After Scootaloo was able to get some frustration off her chest, Cheerilee thinks there is something more going on. While trying to offer advice about Scootaloo's current problem, she finds that Scootaloo's life isn't as happy as she probably thought.

Published 2012-07-20 23:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-02 22:06:30 UTC

Chapter 1

After school hours, the door to the schoolhouse opened without a sound, as an orange head poked her head inside. Scootaloo glanced around, noticing that the only occupant was Cheerilee. Satisfied that they would be alone, she stepped in and let the door slam shut behind her.

The slamming door made Cheerilee jump. A few of the papers she was grading were accidentally thrown in the air, as she turned to see that it was only Scootaloo. She took a couple of deep breaths, as she tried to calm her heart.

“Oh, Scootaloo, you scared me,” she said. “Next time you come in after school hours, can you please knock first?”

“Sorry, Miss Cheerilee, but I want to talk to you about something. Do you have a moment?” the young pegasus asked.

“Of course I can. I always make time for my students,” the teacher answered, motioning a hoof towards the empty desks. “Would you like to sit down?”

Scootaloo slowly walked towards them, at first going towards her own. But after a thought crossed her mind, she went and sat in Diamond Tiara’s seat. She smiled a bit, anticipating her reaction when she tells her tomorrow that a blank flank sat at her desk. If Cheerilee noticed which seat she sat in, she didn’t mention it.

“Okay, so what was it you wanted to talk about?” she asked, leaning forward in her desk and folding her hooves in front of her.

“I...um...” Scootaloo stammered, looking down at the desk in front of her. After a moment, she said, “Forget it. As an earth pony, you probably won’t understand.”

She slid back out of the desk and started for the door, before Cheerilee walked over and stopped her with a hoof on her shoulder.

“Scootaloo, I’m here to help you,” Cheerilee told her, some concern creeping into her voice. “Even if it’s a problem unique to pegasi, I’ll help any way I can.”

Scootaloo looked at the ground in front of her for a moment. Then, after a deep breath, she suddenly let it all out.

“I...I HATE THAT I CAN’T FLY!” she yelled, stomping a hoof in frustration. “POUND CAKE CAN FLY, AND HE'S JUST A BABY. I HATE BEING STUCK ON THE GROUND! I HATE THAT I CAN'T FLY WITH RAINBOW DASH! AND WHAT IF MY CUTIE MARK HAS TO DO WITH FLYING? WHO KNOWS WHEN I'LL FIND IT THEN!”

Scootaloo started to pant after her outburst, even starting to cry slightly, as Cheerilee just stood there in stunned silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. Then she grabbed a tissue and started to dry Scootaloo's tears.

“You’ll fly eventually, and with your determination, I'm sure you’ll be one of the best fliers in Equestria. The only reason Pound Cake can fly is because he’s a baby, and babies are known to have random bursts of magic or flying ability.” she explained. “If he wasn’t so small and weigh so little, he wouldn’t be flying either. You’re still young, and different pegasi can fly at different ages. With the way you ride your scooter, I bet your wings are getting stronger everyday.”

“I...I guess,” Scootaloo answered, not sounding totally convinced. “But I’m also one of the only pegasus ponies living in Ponyville, and I’m not sure if any of them would be willing to train me.”

“Scootaloo, I know it’s probably tough living in a town with mostly earth ponies, but we still have some talented fliers living here in Ponyville,” Cheerilee replied. “And I’m sure at least one of them will be willing to assist a young pegasus filly...”

Then her face beamed, as if she was suddenly struck with a wonderful idea.

“Have you ever thought about the summer flight camp in Cloudsdale? I heard they have wonderful flight instructors, that I'm sure can give you excellent training. The classes last for only a few weeks, so you won’t be away from Apple Bloom or Sweetie Bell for very long, and you may even meet somepony new. If you bring your parents in, I can talk to the three of you about going up there. I’m sure it’ll be a big help.”

When Cheerilee mentioned her parents, a flash of fear shown on Scootaloo’s face. Though, with Scootaloo’s back turned, Cheerilee didn’t catch it. She tried to keep herself calm, but her mind was starting to panic.

"No, no, no. Did you have to say something about them? Scootaloo thought. “I’ve been able to keep my life a secret for this long, I don’t want it to unravel now.”

Scootaloo took a deep breath tried to put on a straight face as she turned around and looked up at her teacher, while trying to keep her voice steady.

“I’ll... have them look into it,” she said. “And thanks for listening to me.”

Despite her straight face and level voice, Cheerilee taught enough students to know when something was going on. Though she couldn’t put a hoof on what it was, she knew that there was something Scootaloo wasn’t telling her.

“Scootaloo, is there something else troubling you? If there is, you can talk to me about it. I’m here to help,” she asked.

“E...Everything’s fine,” she answered, though stammered a bit. “I...I’ll see you at class tomorrow.”

“Scootaloo, wait!” Cheerilee called out, as Scootaloo ran out the door of the school.

She ran after her, but all she got was a cloud of dust and a rapidly shrinking scooter. Cheerilee knew she would never be able to catch up, so she went back in and tried to concentrate on grading the papers in front of her. But her thoughts kept drifting to her student, wondering what she was trying to hide. And wondering if she would be able to help her

Chapter 2

“Ooof.”

“Owww.”

“Uhhh.”

The three Cutie Mark Crusaders looked up just in time to see their attempt at a foundation pull away from the tree it was nailed to, and fall to the ground in a pile of planks and nails. They picked up their sap-covered bodies from the ground and stared at the pile.

“That is our personal TLC. A totally lost cause,” Scootaloo told the others.

“I guess we can forget about Cutie Mark Crusader Treehouse Builders,” Sweetie mentioned.

“We don’t need ta be able to build treehouses anyway. We already have our clubhouse,” Apple Bloom added. “Anyways, I have ta get home. Ah need a bath, and Granny Smith will be upset if am late for dinner again.”

“I have to get back and in the bathtub too, before Rarity sees me like this,” Sweetie mentioned.

“Okay, bye.” Scootaloo said.

They waved at each other before going their separate ways. Scootaloo started to walk off, then turned and looked back at the other two. Sweetie was walking, Apple Bloom was running, but they both had someone to greet them when they got home. Scootaloo sighed, wishing she had what they have.

As Apple Bloom approached the door to her home, she was surprised when it opened and a familiar mare walked out. One she wasn’t expecting to see until the next day.

“Miss Cheerilee?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Oh, hi Apple Bloom. After Family Appreciation Day, I’ve been interested in the history of Ponyville. Since your granny was alive at the time, I’ve been listening to her stories about the town’s history,” she explained, before looking her over. “I see you’ve been busy crusading.”

“Yeah, but no luck,” Apple Bloom replied, considering her sap-covered body and still blank flank.

“Well, I’m sure the three of you will get your marks someday soon,” Cheerilee answered. “See you in class tomorrow,”

“Bye, Miss Cheerilee,” Apple Bloom yelled after her.

As Cheerilee cut through the Apple’s orchard on her way to her own house, she noticed a familiar looking scooter leaned against a tree, not far off the Apple family property. Knowing there was nothing there except some trees and a nearby river, she went over for a closer look.

As she got closer, she could make out more distinguishing features. As she got to the scooter, there was no doubt in her mind. She’s seen it enough times to know who it belonged to.

“This is Scootaloo’s scooter,” she thought. “But where’s Scootaloo?”

Just out of sight of her teacher, Scootaloo was using the river to wash the sap off her body and wings. The current was pretty strong, but not strong enough to sweep her off her feet. Stepping out of the water, she shook herself off and walked off, letting the sun dry what water remained. As she got closer to her scooter, she heard a familiar voice.

“Scootaloo, are you here?” she heard Cheerilee call out.

She dived behind a bush, not really caring if she got herself dirty again. She peeked out to see her teacher standing by her scooter, looking around for any sign of her. Scootaloo knew that if she stepped out, she would have to explain what she was doing there. And that was not something she was prepared for.

“It seems kind of foalish to be scared of my own teacher. But I can’t tell anyone how I’m living,” she thought to herself. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Scootaloo, if you can hear me, I’m taking your scooter to Apple Bloom’s place. I know how important it is to you, so I don’t want you to lose it,” Cheerilee called out.

“It’s one of the only thing I really own,” Scootaloo thought

She sighed with relief as she watched Cheerilee roll the scooter towards the farm. Once she was gone, Scootaloo looked down at the new dirt that was clinging to her wet fur, before stepping in the river a second time.

As night began to fall, Scootaloo made her way to a path that lead her straight to the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse. After walking up the stairs and letting herself in, she glanced around at the empty feel that the clubhouse had when she was alone. Alone, like she was every night.

“Home sweet home,” she thought bitterly.

Opening her saddlebags, she dumped out the contents on the table, including five apples. She stole them from Sweet Apple Acres earlier that day, and apples were basically her entire diet. She hated the fact she was stealing, especially from one of her friend’s families. But she had to eat to survive, and Sweet Apple Acres seemed to be the easiest place to do it. Picking an apple up, she reluctantly took a bite.

Once she was done eating, she cleaned up and proceeded to lie down on the table. She spread her Cutie Mark Crusader cape over herself like a blanket, thankful that it was the right size to cover almost her entire body with it. With no parents or siblings to tuck her in or sing her to sleep, she did the singing for herself.

We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders
On a quest to find out who we are
And we will never stop the journey
Not until we have our cutie marks.

As she finished up the verse of their Cutie Mark theme song, she sighed, as she looked around at the empty clubhouse. The song just didn’t seem to have the same spirit when she was the only one here, without her friends to sing along. With that thought, she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Chapter 3

“Okay, so if we add 3+3+3, we get the same answer as if we multiplied 3x3. But adding them together like that, especially with larger numbers, can take a long time. That’s how multiplication helps, by helping us add together equal groups faster than addition would,” Cheerilee explained in class the next day. “So if I have 4 groups of 5 bits...”

“Miss Cheerilee,” Apple Bloom interrupted, raising a hoof. “Sorry ta interrupt, but it’s getting ta be about time for recess.”

“Oh, is it noon already?” Cheerilee answered, looking out the window to see she was right. “Okay, everyone can go outside. Scootaloo, I want you to stay a moment. I’ll call you in when it’s time to continue the lesson.”

“Horsefeathers. What did I do now?” Scootaloo thought, as all the other foals went out the door. After everyone left, and before Cheerilee could say anything, Scootaloo said, “Whatever I did, Miss Cheerilee, I’m sorry, and I promise it...”

“Scootaloo, you’re not in trouble,” Cheerilee cut in.

“...Oh,” was all Scootaloo answered with.

“What I actually wanted to ask was about your scooter,” she continued. “I found it yesterday, and I know how much it meant to you. I wanted to make sure you were able to retrieve it from the Apple residence. I also want to know what you were doing in the area.”

“I got it back. And I was...” Scootaloo answered, taking a half a second to think of what to say. “...off exploring” Kind of hard to use a scooter when you’re blazing your own trail.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re safe, and that you got your scooter back,” Cheerilee answered. “But doing that is kind of dangerous, especially without one of your friends around to help you if something happened. Do your parents know you’re doing this?”

Dang it, she brought up my parents again. What do I say this time? Ah, I got it.

“They don’t know much about how I spend my free time,” Scootaloo answered. “They know about my friends, and my crusading, but not much past that.”

"Really? I think that your parents should take more interest than that. You're a wonderful little filly, Scootaloo, and anypony should be proud to have you as their daughter. I’ll let you go now, so you don’t miss the entire recess,” Cheerilee said.

As Scootaloo ran outside, Cheerilee watched as she met up with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, and they walked off to another part of the playground. Her face had a worried frown, as she watched.

I never met her parents, or seen them show up for anything. According to Scootaloo, they were even too busy for Family Appreciation Day. Something’s off, and I don’t like it. Maybe I should take the initiative.

“So neither of you know where Scootaloo lives,” Cheerilee asked two fillies after school.

Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle shook their heads almost simultaneously.

“She never told us. We’ve asked to go over to her place, but she just tells us something that really sounded more like an excuse and drops the whole thing. When we meet her for crusading, we meet up with her at the clubhouse or one of our homes,” Sweetie replied.

“Is something wrong?” Apple Bloom asked.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about now. Just go and have fun,” Cheerilee replied.

As the two of them left the school, Cheerilee leaned back a bit in her chair, going over her options. Ignoring it was out of the question, and she had nothing to take to the authorities except for speculation. In her eyes, the only real option was to talk with Scootaloo’s parents herself, and the only way she could do that was to ask Scootaloo for her address.

The next day was a Friday. As it neared the end of the day, everyone became anxious, wanting to just get out and enjoy the weekend.

Finally, Cheerilee announced, "Everyone can go now. Remember, those assignments are due Monday."

Barely anyone heard the second part, as they all raced for the door. As the Crusaders started to walk out together, Cheerilee said, “Scootaloo, I want you to stay a moment.”

“But...” Scootaloo started to protest.

“We’ll be right outside. Ya can be sure we’ll be waitin’ when you finish up whatever it is,” Apple Bloom said, as the two of them stepped outside.

As soon as the door closed, Cheerilee looked down at Scootaloo, with a mixture of concern and worry, as she said, “Scootaloo, I think it’s important for me to talk to your parents. The fact that they don’t seem to have much interest in their own daughter concerns me. So I want to talk to them as soon as possible.”

“They...get very busy with their jobs...” Scootaloo replied, her brain going into panic mode.

“That’s why I want to talk to them sometime over the weekend. I only have your best interests at heart, Scootaloo,” Cheerilee replied. “But if you want me to be able to help you, I need to know where you live.”

“I...I...” she stammered, not sure what to say. Nobody has tried so hard to find out her life, and she couldn’t think of an answer to give. So she felt it was time to come clean. “I’m an orphan. My parents...are dead.”

Cheerilee was frozen in stunned silence, hearing the last thing she suspected, as Scootaloo looked like she wanted to cry. She stood up and walked over to the filly, sweeping her up in a hug with her front hooves.

“I’m sorry...I...I didn’t know.” Cheerilee whispered, just holding Scootaloo, before another thought crossed her mind. “Is there anypony taking care of you?”

“Can you hear anything?” Sweetie Belle whispered to Apple Bloom.

After waiting for what seemed to them like a long time (which wasn’t all that long in reality), Apple Bloom suggested that she should try and listen in. Despite the fact that Sweetie Belle was against the idea, considering it an invasion of privacy, she was curious to know what they were saying.

“If ya shut your apple pie hole, ah could probably hear them,” Apple Bloom replied, before pressing her ear against the door again.

“I...I’ve been taking care...of myself,” Scootaloo replied through her sobs. “I’ve been...sleeping at the...clubhouse, bathing...at a secluded river, and I’ve...been getting food...by stealing from Sweet Apple Acres."

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?” Apple Bloom roared, as her anger peaked,. She only heard the last part, but it’s all she felt she needed.

“What? What is it?” Sweetie Belle asked, surprised at her sudden outburst.

“Nothin’ you need to concern yourself with. Ahm handling this.” Apple Bloom replied.

Chapter 4

Before either teacher or student could say anything else, the school door opened to reveal an angry Apple Bloom. Without a word, she walked with purpose right to Scootaloo.

"You've been stealin’ from my family?" she yelled right in Scootaloo's face, who shrank away from her.

"Y-yes, but I..." Scootaloo started.

"Ah don't care what your reasons were. As of right now, our friendship is through," she continued, earning a gasp from Scootaloo. "Ah can't be friends with someone who steals from other friends. Ah don't ever want to see you at the farm, or the clubhouse, ever again!"

"Apple Bloom, wait," Cheerilee said, but she simply turned and walked out, causing the door to slam behind her.

As soon as the door slammed, fresh tears came to Scootaloo's eyes. Losing Apple Bloom as a friend was one of the things that she thought would happen if she found out how she was living.

“I’m not going to cry. I...I don’t cry,” she told herself.

Despite what Scootaloo said to herself, she felt the tears fall down her cheeks and fall to the floor below. All Cheerilee could do was wrap a hoof around her shoulders and try to offer a bit of comfort.

The door at the Apple's home slammed shut, as Apple Bloom walked inside, still upset. Hearing the door slam, Applejack looked up from some paperwork she was going over.

"No crusading today?" she asked.

"Not if Scootaloo is there," she answered.

"Now what's this nonsense ahm hearin'?" Applejack asked. "You and Scootaloo are great friends."

"Not anymore. Not since ah found out she was stealin' from us."

"Scootaloo stole from us? Where did ya hear that?" Applejack asked.

"Scootaloo admitted it herself, while talking to Miss Cheerilee," Apple Bloom answered.

"So you're upset over a few apples being taken? It's sad that you think your friendship is worth so little."

"Huh?"

"Ahm not saying Scootaloo should be stealin', and ahm going to be talking to Scootaloo's parents later. But is it really worth breaking up the Crusaders and ending your friendship because of some apples?"

"Well...no, not really," Apple Bloom admitted. "But how can ah trust her again? She stole from the family, and..."

"What was her reason? Did you happen to get the full story?" Applejack interrupted.

"Ah...ah don't know."

"Ahm going to get the full story from Cheerilee, and work out a way for Scootaloo to work or pay for what she stole. Ah have a feeling that she feels bad about it, and will be more than happy to do it," Applejack told her. "Since she'll be paying for the apples, she just took her time paying for them rather than stealing them."

“If she agrees to it, I’ll be fine with being her friend again. But she needs to earn my trust back.” Apple Bloom answered after a bit, and Applejack gave a nod.

“You should get started on your homework,” Applejack told her.

“But it’s...” Apple Bloom started.

“No buts. Ah don’t want you rushing through it on the last night. You should get it at least started while you have the time,” Applejack interrupted.

Knowing it was impossible to argue, Apple Bloom just sighed and trudged up the stairs to get started, while Applejack put away the paperwork for later and left for the schoolhouse.

Applejack walked into the schoolhouse to see Cheerilee working on something at the teachers desk. Scootaloo was sitting at one of the students desks, working on what Applejack assumed was homework.

"Cheerilee?" she asked, causing both ponies to turn towards her. "Can I speak with you a moment?"

"Scootaloo, why don't you take a break and go outside," Cheerilee told Scootaloo. As she ran out, Cheerilee added, "But don't leave school grounds."

As soon as Scootaloo was outside, Cheerilee turned her attention to the orange mare.

"I guess Apple Bloom mentioned how Scootaloo stole from you," she mentioned.

"Yes. But she didn't hear the full story. That's why ahm here, to get it from you," Applejack answered.

With that, Cheerilee launched into an explanation on how Scootaloo's parents were gone, and how she's been living. As she spoke, Applejack’s expression had equal parts worry and surprise.

"Ah had no idea..." Applejack whispered.

“After her parent’s death, she was brought down to an orphanage not too far away from here. Pegasi usually have small families, so there's no need for an orphanage in Cloudsdale. She did admit that they were treated right, but almost all the staff were earth ponies. So to minimize problems, they didn’t allow pegasi to practice flight, or unicorns to practice magic,” Cheerilee continued. “Also, she was one of only a couple of pegasi, so she felt out of place. So she escaped one night on one of their scooters.”

“The same one she’s always riding?” Applejack asked

"One and the same. She's been able to keep it a secret for over 2 years, arriving a day or so before Nightmare Moon launched her invasion. She was planning to stay for a bit, but found she liked it here. So she decided to stay,” Cheerilee explained.

“Ah don’t blame her,” Applejack answered

“I have her staying with me for the weekend, but I have no idea what to do after that. She made it clear she doesn’t want to go back to the orphanage, but what option do I have? I can’t let her go back to being homeless when the weekend is up,” Cheerilee finished, her head falling into her hooves.

The two mares looked out the window at Scootaloo, who was busy swinging on one of the swings.

Scootaloo always loved the swings. The feeling of the wind through her mane, and the knowledge that she was going up in the air under her own power, always made her smile. It was the closest thing she had to flight.

As she was swinging, she watched Cheerilee and Applejack through the school window. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but could see their expressions and actions.

As she watched, Applejack trotted over and put a hoof around Cheerilee's shoulder. As Cheerilee turned towards Applejack, she said something to her. Cheerilee’s head shot up from the desk, looking surprised as she seemed to stammer out a reply. Whatever she was saying, however, was shortened by Applejack interrupting. They bounced a few replies back and forth a bit, but since Scootaloo couldn’t hear either of them, she soon lost interest. Instead, she just closed her eyes.

She was flying alongside Rainbow Dash, matching her move for move as they both performed dizzying and death defying aerial feats. Then they flew faster and faster, right next to each other, moving at a speed no pegasus even dared match.

Finally, they both broke the sound barrier, and a Sonic Rainboom exploded in the sky. Right next to it was Scootaloo’s own sonic boom, an orange one right next to his idol’s. As they both came to a stop near Sugarcube Corner, Rainbow Dash said, “Scootaloo, it’s time to go.”

Scootaloo’s eyes shot open, her mind snapping back into reality, as she saw Cheerilee standing in the doorway. Her flight with Rainbow Dash still fresh in her mind, she leaped off the swing and tried flapping her wings, only to fall, landing hard on the grass.

“Scootaloo, are you...?” Cheerilee started to ask, before Scootaloo stood up.

“Fine, Miss Cheerilee,” she answered, as the two of them walked in the schoolhouse

As they both picked up their respective saddlebags and headed towards Cheerilee’s place, Scootaloo allowed herself a small smile. Even though she knew it was temporary, it would be nice to live in a real house, with a warm bed and food she didn’t have to steal. It would probably be the closest thing she had to a home since she was a young filly.

She was almost sad knowing it would end so quickly.

Chapter 5

As Scootaloo woke up the next day, she looked around at the yellow walls of Cheerilee’s guest room. It was pretty bare, with only a bed, a small table, and a candle. Since it was mostly empty, Scootaloo brought her scooter in, cleaned up and shining in the sunlight. As she slid out of bed, she thought about what she and her fellow crusaders...

Oh, wait, that’s right. Apple Bloom doesn’t want anything to do with her.

At least Cheerilee’s place was nice, if a little small. She was able to get herself a nice bath, a meal that didn’t consist of only apples, and a more comfortable place to sleep. As she walked out into the living room, she saw Cheerilee packing a lunch, and a stack of hay pancakes waiting for her.

“Good morning, Scootaloo,” Cheerilee said. “I figured you would spend your day crusading, so I decided to pack a lunch to take with you.”

“Thanks, but I’m probably not a crusader anymore,” Scootaloo replied, as she sat down and took a bite. “Apple Bloom probably would be happy if she never saw me again.”

“Don’t say that, Scootaloo, I’m sure...” Cheerilee started, before a knock on the door interrupted her.

“I wonder who that could be?” Cheerilee muttered, as she walked over and opened the door.

As she talked to whoever was at the other end, Scootaloo just concentrated on eating. But as she heard the door close, a familiar voice made her turn to see Apple Bloom was inside. As she got up, Apple Bloom stepped closer to her pegasus friend.

“Scootaloo, ah came over to apologise,” Apple Bloom said.

“But I’m the one that should apologise to you,” Scootaloo replied, closing the distance between them. “I’m the one that was stealing.”

“Ah know, but ah should have listened to your side of the story, instead of losing my temper like that,” Apple Bloom said. “So, ahm sorry for yelling at you, banning you from my home, and pretty much kicking you out of the crusaders.”

“And I’m sorry for stealing. I should have found a better way to get food, and I’ll make it up to you and your family someday,” Scootaloo said.

After a hug from both of them, they took a look at each other’s flank. As always, they were a solid orange and yellow. They both looked a little disappointed that they didn’t get cutie marks in making up.

“What would a making up cutie mark look like anyway?” Scootaloo asked.

“Ah don’t know...maybe ponies shaking hooves. Though ahm glad I didn’t get one like that. Ah would hate to be able to only show off my talent by gettin’ into arguments."

Scootaloo nodded in agreement, as the two of them started to leave. Cheerilee watched them as they walked off, talking about what crazy stunt they plan to pull next.

The weekend passed quickly, full of unsuccessful crusades and the usual misadventures. Sunday night came, and Scootaloo was finishing up some homework, when Cheerilee sat down in front of her.

"Scootaloo, we need to talk a moment," she said.

"What about?" Scootaloo replied.

"About what will happen tomorrow," Cheerilee told her. "I can't let you go back to how you were living, and you don't want to leave Ponyville and your friends. So I went to the orphanage you used to live, and looked into adopting you. They already have the process started."

"Y...you...want to...adopt me?" Scootaloo stammered out, before stepping to her and wrapping her teacher in the biggest hug she could manage.

"I'm not going to lie, though. This whole process will take a minimum of three months to be finalized, and there's no guarantee that I'll be accepted. In the meantime, we need to have somewhere for you to stay."

A silence hung over the two of them, as Scootaloo thought about it. Then, slowly, realization dawned on her face.

"So...I...may have to...go back to the orphanage?" Scootaloo stammered out.

“I have tried discussing alternative arrangements with them, and they said they'll look into it," Cheerilee answered. "But, for your own good...yes, you may have to."

"I...I...no. No, I can't leave. I have my friends here. I have you here. I don’t want to leave," she cried.

She ran off into the guest room and slammed the door shut. Cheerilee thought it was best to leave her alone for a while, and gave her the space she needed.

"Why did this have to happen?" she wondered, slamming a hoof on the nearby wall.

Though she had to admit to herself, the orphanage wasn’t a horrible place. She was taken care of, she was fed, and had a bed to sleep in. None of them were truly mistreated, except for the “no flying or magic” rule. Unfortunately, some of the other foals there were not so kind.

Her mind drifted to one of the memories she had when she was out on the playground...

"Hey, Scootaloo, why don't you scoot on out of here. This is our spot," a voice said

Scootaloo turned to see a brown unicorn colt named Strong Hoof and his two cronies. One of them was Orange Aura, an orange unicorn filly. The other was Blue Blur, a dark blue earth pony.

None of them were much older than Scootaloo was then, and none of them had cutie marks. But they were well known bullies among the other kids. They struck whenever teachers were distracted with something else, and it was always their word against one.

“Did you hear me? I said MOVE!” Strong Hoof yelled, flicking her orange tail in irritation.

Normally, Scootaloo would have listened. She would move away, and they would occupy the spot until everypony was brought back in, the teachers and supervisors none the wiser. But for some reason, she felt an unexpected bravery rise up in her.

“Last I looked, you’re not one of the teachers,” she said.

They looked surprised for a brief moment, not expecting her to talk back. But then they looked angry, as the three of them quickly surrounded her.

"Time for you to learn your place, runt,” Blue Blur yelled, as he pushed her.

Orange Aura caught her, and then shoved her into Strong Hoof. Scootaloo was pushed back and forth between them, as if she was the ball in a game of four square. Finally, one missed, and she landed hard in the dirt. Strong Hoof put a hoof on her back and used magic to pull out one of her wings for them to see, as Scootaloo cried softly.

"Hey, look at these little chicken wings," he said. "I don't think you'll ever be flying with these things. Might as well have them sliced off."

I...I will...someday...and I'll be like that pony that made a Sonic Rainboom," she sobbed, but the other three simply laughed.

"This little filly believes in fairy tales," Orange Aura declared. "Come on, you two, we wasted enough time with this chicken already."

"See you around," Strong Hoof laughed.

Making a decision, she opened the window and slid her scooter out to the ground outside. Thankful that the house was all on one floor, she slid out the window herself. Strapping her helmet on, she revved up her wings and sped off into the evening.

Chapter 6

"Scootaloo?" Apple Bloom called out, as she approached the clubhouse. "Scootaloo, are you in here?"

It was a couple of hours after Scootaloo took off. When Cheerilee found out, she went to Twilight, who organized a search party with her friends. The two pegasi searched from above, Twilight and Pinkie on the ground, while Rarity and Applejack stayed with their sisters. Cheerilee wanted to help too, but Twilight sent her home, in case she decided to return.

Apple Bloom, on a hunch, decided to try the clubhouse, and found Scootaloo sitting in the middle of their thinking spot.

"What are ya doin' here, Scootaloo. Everypony is lookin' for you," Apple Bloom asked.

"Thinking about what I'm doing next," Scootaloo answered. "Miss Cheerilee wants to adopt me..."

"She does?" Apple Bloom cut in. "Scootaloo, that's great ta hear."

"It's just...I may have to leave Ponyville for a few months. And if Miss Cheerilee doesn't get accepted...it may be forever," Scootaloo finished.

“Oh...ah see.”

"And how exactly do ya plan on staying here in Ponyville?" Applejack suddenly said, appearing at one of the windows. "Your friends, and their sisters, know what’s goin’ on. Rainbow Dash does as well. And ahm sorry, but ahm not lettin’ you live in the clubhouse. Too many ponies know you and your situation, and would drag you back in an instant if they knew you ran off. So you wouldn’t be able to stay in Ponyville, and you’ll never see the others again."

"But...but I...” Scootaloo stammered

“We only want what’s best for you, Scootaloo. Though sometimes it may not seem like it,” Applejack continued, her voice kinder. “I know it’ll be tough leaving your friends for a few months, but you can always write to them. Once you do get adopted, by Cheerilee or some other family, you may get to see your friends again.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the chest in the clubhouse popped open to reveal Pinkie inside. She looked around, and broke into a smile at seeing Scootaloo there.

“Hey, Scootaloo. Everypony's been looking all over for you. High, low, near, and far. And now, here you are,” she said.

“Pinkie, ah have this under control,” Applejack cut in. “Just tell Twilight we found her, and she’s okay.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie answered, before ducking inside the chest again.

“Now I know I’ve been in Ponyville a while,” Scootaloo mentioned, as the chest closed. “I actually thought that was normal.”

“Normal for her,” Applejack answered. “Anyways, what are you going to do now? Go back to Cheerilee and leave for a couple months, or keep runnin’ from your problems?”

Scootaloo stayed sitting and thought for a minute. What Applejack said made sense, and she’d rather leave for a few months and possibly come back, than to be sure to leave forever. And she didn’t want to repay Cheerilee’s kindness with her running off. After a minute, she stood up.

“I’m going back to Cheerilee,” she declared.

Scootaloo hesitated when she walked up to Cheerilee’s door. She knew that Cheerilee would be relieved to see her. But what about after she finds out she’s ok? Would she ground her to her room? Decide she’s too much trouble and stop the adoption process?

“Only one way to find out,” she thought, knocking on the door.

The door opened to show a worried looking Cheerilee. Her hair was a bit of a mess, and she looked a bit tired as well. But as soon as she saw it was Scootaloo, she swept her up in her front hooves and squeezed her in a tight embrace.

“Scootaloo, I was so worried. Don’t ever run off like that again.” Cheerilee said.

“And I’m sorry for running off,” Scootaloo answered, as Cheerilee placed her on the ground.

“You’re not hurt? No injuries, nothing attacked you?” Cheerilee asked, looking her over.

“I’m fine, Cheerilee,” Scootaloo answered.

“Oh, good,” Cheerilee answered, then turned on her angry teacher face. “Now young filly, what exactly were you thinking?”

Scootaloo gulped a bit. It was going to be a long night.

The next day passed by quickly. Soon, Scootaloo was leaving the schoolhouse with the other two Crusaders. Applejack and Rarity were out front to pick up their sisters, and were standing with another mare.

The grey mare looked a good deal older than either of them. Her orange mane and tail was dotted with grey hairs, and she had a pony family for her cutie mark, showing her skill at family mediation and finding a home for young foals.

"Mrs. Good Home," Scootaloo said, recognizing her from her time at the orphanage.

"Hello there, Scootaloo," Good Home replied, then gasped. "My, you've grown in the last couple of years."

"Thanks," she said, then turned to her friends. "I guess I won't be seeing either of you until the adoption is finalized...so...I guess this is goodbye for now."

"Actually, that may not happen," Good Home said.

"Huh?" Scootaloo asked.

"After our parents died, Granny Smith was considered too old to take care of Apple Bloom and myself," Applejack replied. "Luckily, Big Mac stepped in and fought for custody of the two of us. Turns out his papers were still on file, so after an interview with the three of us, they decided we were fit to take care of you until the adoption goes through."

As her words sank in, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo slowly looked at each other, before all three Crusaders broke out into large smiles and shared a group hug.

"This is great," Apple Bloom said.

"Definitely 20% cooler," Scootaloo replied, borrowing one of her idol's catchphrases.

"I don't know if you should celebrate too much just yet. You still owe me a lot o' apples, so be ready to bust that flank o' yours." Applejack mentioned

'It'll be worth it, as long as I can stay in Ponyville with my friends," Scootaloo answered, then turned to the other two. "Who's up for babysitting cutie marks? Maybe we can convince the Cakes to let us take care of Pound and Pumpkin for a while."

All three of them clapped their hooves together, yelling “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS BABYSITTING! YAY!”

Applejack just sighed and shook her head, as the three fillies headed towards Sugarcube Corner.

The End

Author's Note

I finally got this done. I was planning to release this by Christmas. Then it got changed to New Years. But despite a computer virus and personal stuff slowing me down, I finally was able to finish this story.

Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to read my blog for important information concerning my next story.