Waiting on a Rainbow

Protip: Hoof = Foot

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Depositing the small bundle of lettuce in the refrigerator, Scootaloo followed the sound of the shower upstairs, calling out, " Dash? " before rasping on the door several times.

Something fell, and the Doctor called out, yelling, " O-one moment Scootaloo! "

Turning to her left, then to her right, and not seeing him, she asked, " Are you in there now? "

Quick whispers were heard from inside, but she couldn't quite make out the words. Turning around, she said, " Well, I got the lettuce, I'll be downstairs. "

" Okay, Scootaloo! " he called back.

Shaking her head in confusion, Scootaloo descended the stairs, and walked into the living room, seating herself on the couch.

Looking around, she saw the small cabinet on the other side of the chair the Doctor had been sitting in before. Looking around once more to check if he was downstairs, she hopped off the couch, and walked over to it, looking it over.

It was a plain wood cabinet, about as tall as her, about a hoof around, and there were two drawers, one with a padlock.

Checking one last time for the Doctor, she slowly pulled the top drawer out, and peered inside, and saw a small book, and several sheets of paper. Sifting through them, she saw one with large, red, bold letters, reading: THE DOCTOR.

Her eyes gleaming slightly, she reached to it, and felt her hoof shoved away, and the drawer slammed shut. Looking up, the Doctor's stern glare met her gaze.

" Two places you never go. That cabinet, and the portable shed. " He said simply, his voice was significantly darker than his usual hearty tone, it was almost scary.

" I- I'm sorry... I was just curious... " She said, backing away a step, looking down.

" There's nothing you need to see in there. " He said with a sigh. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, adding, " Sorry, I'm not normally like that... Just a bit personal. "

A door closed loudly from the kitchen, and Dash approached them with a smile, then quickly replaced it with a non-chalaunt grin, asking, " What's up? "

Scootaloo and the Doctor exchanged a quick glance, and they both responded, saying, " Talking. " and " Nothing. " respectively.

Dash raised a brow, looking from the Doctor, to Scootaloo, and back to the Doctor, saying, " Well, would you mind me crashing here for a couple hours? It's a while to my place, and- "

" Sure. Upstairs, only door on the right... But please, dry off a bit, eh? I did get you a towel, you know. " He said with a nervous laugh.

Dash blushed lightly, very unusual for her, and uttered, " Thanks," before disappearing back upstairs. There was a loud *Bompf* from above as Dash presumably dived into the bed.

" Wait... Wasn't she going to be using my room? " Scootaloo asked.

" Yes, well... Erm... " He said, itching the back of his head. " Who wants sandwiches, then? " He said, changing the subject quickly.

Scootaloo shook her head, confused. " Uh, Okay, I guess? " She replied, following him into the kitchen.

Silence followed, aside Scootaloo pointing out the lettuce to the Doctor a moment later. A few moments later, he produced two corn and lettuce sandwiches.

" That's new... " Scootaloo said, accepting the food.

" Well, I'm not quite a chef, in case you hadn't noticed. " The Doctor joked with a roll of the eyes.

Scootaloo looked at his flank, taking note of his cutie mark.

" What's that mean? " She asked, pointing to his rump.

" Wha- oh, that what-cha-ma-callit? That's an hourglass, I'm, erm, good at timekeeping, you could say. " The Doctor smiled and quickly dismissed the subject once more. Looking to a clock in the next room, reading three, he said, " Well, I best be off to work, then! Erm, do kids need anything when the adults are gone? " He asked. " I'm new to watching over a filly, such as yourself. "

For some reason, Scootaloo sparked a thought.

" The bank! I forgot... " She said with a sigh, rubbing the side of her head.

" Bank? What of it, children need banks? " The Doctor asked, surprised.

Scootaloo looked up at him. " Wh- No, Cloud said that there were bits in there only you could get, that mom couldn't... " Scootaloo stopped short, thinking of both cloud and her mother. " What are they gonna do to her...? " She asked, her tail and ears drooping.

The Doctor stopped, and looked down at her with a look Scootaloo couldn't quite place... Was it pity?
" She's going to jail... For... Quite a while. " He said slowly. " Let's not think too hard on the subject, eh? You know what, I hear there's some party going on for a filly who's just got her cutie mark, would you like to go there while I'm at work? It's en' route, anyways. "

Scootaloo didn't seem interested, and instead, instead solemnly ate her sandwich.

Thinking of a way to make the scenario more appealing, he added, " There are a bunch of other fillies from the schoolhouse that I'm sure will be there, I imagine you'll want to go to school? It would be best to get aquainted, now, wouldn't it? "

Her ears perked slightly at this, and she brought her gaze to him slowly, mumbling, " Well... I guess it couldn't hurt..."

Hooves clapped his hooves together quickly, strapping on some saddlebags. " Splendid! Well, I should think that I'm already late, so let's not dilly-dally! " He opened the back door, walking outside, and Scootaloo followed, slightly optimistically, behind.

They looked to each other sever times, but said nothing as they walked along the streets of Ponyville. There were tons of other ponies here, Scootaloo had never seen more than ten or twenty at a time, when her father had guests at the house. They weren't much fun, they were always uptight and... And... Dressed.

Scootaloo dismissed these thoughts, and continued walking, glancing up once more at the Doctor, who caught his eye as well.

" What's your name? " Scootaloo suddenly asked, not recalling him ever mentioning it.

The Doctor's eyes seemed to widen for a moment, before he quickly said, " The Doctor, is all. "

" The Doctor? Doctor is your last name, or you are a doctor? " Scootaloo inquired further.

" It's what I am. " He said, vaugely.

" You are? Wait, so you are a doctor? Or are you a... Doctor? " Scootaloo asked, emphasizing the second Doctor, to emphasize a family name.

" Indeed I am. " He grinned, looking onward.

" You are WHAT?! " She asked, stomping a hoof as they walked.

" I'm the Doctor. " He said simply.

Scootaloo groaned, and shook her confused head.

There was no more talking for the next few minutes, until they turned another corner, and the Doctor pointed to a building decorated with balloons and streamers, with many ponies going in or out. He was right, Scootaloo noticed. There were a lot of fillies her age there.

" I believe this bunch should be here for another three hours or so, I'll be out here to bring you back then. " He said, giving her a quick pat on her back.

When Scootaloo offered no objection, he walked away, leaving her to do as she pleased.

She stood there for a good two minutes, just staring at the building. She felt slightly intimidated by so many ponies here, and they all had thier cutie marks...

She saw a white-ish filly walking up the steps, and noticed she had no cutie mark either. She quickly took off after her, following her into the building.

Not saying anything yet, Scootaloo continued to follow her through the building as she nervously looked around at everypony. Suddenly she turned around, facing Scootaloo, and asked, " Why are you following me? I know, I don't have a cutie mark, you can st- Oh. " She stopped herself, noticing Scootaloo's bare flank as well. " Oh, sorry... I didn't know."

Scootaloo smiled, replying, " It's allright, that's actually why I was following you. I'm Scootaloo. "

" Sweetie Belle. "

There was a long pause, and a loud cheer came from across the room. Looking, they saw two fillies descending the stairs, one seeming to be wearing a crown of sorts...

" Hide! " Sweetie Belle hissed, pulling Scootaloo by the scruff of her neck under the punch table.

Rubbing her neck, Scootaloo asked, " What was THAT all about? Why are we under a table? "

" That's Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, they're the ones this party is for... Hey, wait a minute... I've never seen you before, do you go to the schoolhouse? " Swetie Belle asked.

" Uhh, no... I was told I'm going to soon, though. " Scootaloo replied.

A loud crash was heard in front of them, and much jeering from some of the other fillies around them.

" Wow, that really IS an impressive cutie mark, blank flank! " Diamond Tiara, as the tiara suggested, said to one of the fillies who had tripped over her own dress. Upon closer inspection, Scootaloo saw that she, too, had no cutie mark.

Before she knew what was happening, Scootaloo felt herself being pulled forward by Sweetie Belle, who yelled, " You got a problem with blank flanks? "

Looking to her, Scootaloo saw that Sweetie Belle looked anything but sweet, with her face one slash of determination, and her eyes looked nearly angry. Seeing they were standing up for somepony, Scootaloo mirrored her stance and expression, standing tall before the room of ponies now staring them down.

The filly who had tripped looked up to them, and her face seemed to light up when she saw thier cutie marks, or lack thereof.

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Two hours later, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom had founded the idea of the Cutie Mark Crusaders (CMC.)

When the Doctor came by to walk Scootaloo back home, he was pleased, albit mildly surprised, to see the three of them talking at a small round table in the corner of the room.

He called for Scootaloo over the dull roar of the other ponies who were, by now, leaving or preparing to leave. After another call, Scootaloo came, literally, bounding over towards him.

" How'd it all go, then? I see you made some new aquaintances? " The Doctor asked with a smile.

" It was pretty cool! I met them- " Scootaloo gestured to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom over in the corner. " - And we're gonna make an orginazation to find out cutie marks! "

He smiled lightly at her enthusiasm, and began walking outside. " Well, it's time to leave, go tell them goodbye, I'll be waiting outside. "

After goodbyes were said, the Doctor and Scootaloo headed home. When they arrived, Dash was reclined in the living room chair, looking over some papers with drawings on them.

When the door closed, Dash looked over her shoulder, asking, " Hey, guys, what's up? "

Scootaloo shrugged, and the Doctor sighed.

" Where... Did you find those documents...? " He asked, rubbing his head in a circular motion with his hoof.

Dash motioned beside her. " Cabinet. What's all this stuff, anyways? It looks like a bunch of science that had a kid with algebra. "

" Trig, actually. And these are the basis to my- You know what? Let's just not discuss it, I'll have to find a second lock. Wait, I think the spare's in there... " He mumbled to himself, walking to a flower pot, and pulling a key out of it. He unlocked the second cabinet's padlock, opened the drawer, and pulled out a second padlock from it's depths, closing the drawer, and locking it before Dash could peek inside.

" Excuse me- " The Doctor said, as he gathered the papers, and unceremoniously tossed them into the top drawer, locking it shut. He returned to the flower pot, and dropped it in. He turned around and remembered the two mares were watching him grab the key the entire time.

" Oh, right... Stupid me. " He said, picking the key up once more. " I'll be right back. " He said, as he walked out the back door, shutting it quickly behind him.

Dash looked at Scootaloo, asking, " What's got him all riled up? "

Scootaloo shrugged. " Dunno, he did the same thing when I opened the drawer before. "

There was a long silence, and Dash finally asked, " So, what do you think of him? Doc, and all. "

The question took Scootaloo by surprise, and she sat herself on the couch, pondering it a moment.

" I like him, he's real nice, even if he is paranoid. Why? " She finally responded.

" Oh, " Dash waved a hoof in the air. " just wondering... " There was a long silence before she asked, " What do you think of me? "

This question took her by more surprise, and it showed.

" I- Well, I think you're pretty cool- I mean, youreally helped me out, and you went back for Cloud, too, so... " Scootaloo couldn't think of a way to finish, so the sentence hung in the air for a few moments, before Dash smiled a bit.

Looking out the nearby window, Dash smiled at the response, saying, " Cool. "

The back door closed once more, and the Doctor walked in, seemingly reverted back to his hearty self, asking, " Did I miss anything, then? "

They shook thier heads, and He sat besides Scootaloo on the sofa. There was a minute or so gap in conversation, before the Doctor asked, " You understand that with you staying here, you will have to walk yourself to school and places, right? I work afternoons, so you'll have to either wait for me to get back or make yourself dinner. You can have anypony come by, but the same rules apply to them as you. No drawers. No shed. Please don't destroy the house and/or civilization as we know them. "

Scootaloo simply nodded, and the discussion was over.

Looking to Dash, the Doctor asked, " How long will you be staying, then? "

Looking back from the window, she shook her head. " I'll get out of your mane in the morning, it's supposed to storm tonight, and my roof leaks... If you don't mind. "

" Oh, not at all, a roof's the least I can offer. " He said.

Understanding what he meant, Dash laughed, looking back out the window, muttering, " Thanks... "

' There really isn't much to talk about with these guys... ' Scootaloo thought. An idea came to mind, and she faked a large yawn, saying, " I think I'm going to bed... Good night guys. "

Dash and the Doctor uttered thier good nights to her, and waited for the door to shut.

When they heard the click, Dash pushed herself out of the chair, and laid on the couch where Scootaloo had been previously. Her and the Doctor faced each other, and they both seemed to be in deep thought.

" Were you born like that? " The Doctor suddenly asked.

" W- What? " Dash lifted herself up, unsure if she should be offended.

" The mane- And the tail, too, sorry. " He added.

Settling back down, Dash grinned a bit, this was an over-used topic.

" Yeah, there were a couple of science ponies, kinda like you, they were going nuts over it. Nopony knows how it happened. And before you ask, it's just a coincidence I work in weather control. " Dash said. Unlike much of her other speech, this sounded fluent.

" Practiced those lines, have we? I suppose you must be asked that quite a bit. "

Dash rolled her eyes, all the reply he needed.

" Is that what your cutie mark is, then? Rainbows and clouds? " He asked, pointing to her haunches.

Dash nearly snorted. " Buck no, that's my need for speed, lookin' for a thrill, being the best! I'm one of the best fliers there is, y'know... " She stopped, before gazing dreamily out the window once more. " And one day... I'll be a Wonderbolt... " She sighed. " One day... "

He looked her over, and she seemed eerily at ease. He couldn't place why, but he could swear he could feel her energy radiating. A relaxing, positive radiance.

He examined her mane once more, it was really something. Nothing was faded, all the colors of the rainbow, draping themselves nearly flawlessly down her head and around her neck. A trail just as smooth only to be complimented by her tail, which took the precice same hues, and details.

" I see... " He muttered, only half to what she was saying.

She didn't look back to him, and he didn't feel he wanted the moment to be over, so casually, he laid a hoof of his own over one of hers, looking out the window with her.

She looked back, at the contact, and slowly her eyes wandered up to his face.

Turning back to meet her gaze, the Doctor stared back at her. One more stunning feature of hers, he noticed, he found himself murmuring aloud.

" Your eyes... "

" My eyes? " She asked, confused.

" They're... Magnificent... It's like they just radiate the colors they absorb... " He went on. " they have a distinctive gleam when sunlight hits them... They- " He paused. " You just look amazing, Miss Dash. And your aspirations are as colorful as your personality. I truly do admire that. "

' That's sweet! ' Dash thought to herself, and quickly scolded herself for it. What was she, a flower-mare?

" I... Thanks... " She managed to squeze past her ego. " Nopony's ever said anything like that before... Not like that..."

The silence of the moment seemed to intensify, and they both began to blush heavily under the pressure of the other.

Finally, Dash found herself inching closer to the Doctor, who followed suit akwardly. Before long, which seemed already too painfully long to wait, they could feel each other's hot breath crawling down their necks. Breaking eye contact for the first time, Dash closed her eyes, and he did the same.

They covered the last precious centimeters from each other, until they felt their lips meet. The sensation coursing through their minds was better than even a Sonic Rainboom, so Dash thought.

Dash moved her body up to his, so their chests were pushing gently against each other, and grabbed his hooves with her own, draping them around the back of her neck.

Feeling the somewhat sensual changes, he broke the contact, and tilted his head questioningly.

Dash smiled with a blush, saying, " Sorry if I get a bit controllative, I've been told that's something I do... "

" Oh, no, not at all! " He assured her, smiling, then adding, " Someone's got to take lead, right? "

Understanding the mildly sexual humor in the statement, Dash giggled, and quickly bit down on her hoof to stifle it, wide-eyed.

Again the Doctor tilted his head, asking, " What's that all about? "

Dash shook her head, and brushed off his hooves. " It's just... I'm not a really 'flowers and rainb-' " She stopped, remembering she was, indeed, ALL rainbows.

The Doctor laughed, and replaced his hooves around her neck, inching closer once more.

" So you're a Tomb- A Tomcolt then? " He asked, still grinning lightly.

" A what? " She asked, shaking her head in confusion, though this time, the Doctor kept his hooves in place.

" You're not a very, erm... How to word this... You're tougher about everything? " He tried, and Dash nodded, happy he understood.

" Yeah, I'm really new to, well, this. " Said, referring to their current positions, blushing profusely, now, through her cyan coat.

The Doctor smiled, seeing her deep blush, and hesitancy. Bringing one hoof down the side of her face, brushing back a strand of yellow, he said, softly, " There's a first for eberything, now, isn't there? "

Dash grinned, nodding her head slightly, mumbling, " I suppose. "

The Doctor smiled, and patted her on the back, before rising from the couch. Dash looked up at him, almost childishly, asking, " Where are you going? "

" I'm going to bed, feel free to join me when you feel the desire. " He said with a smile.

" But I just woke up, like, an hour ago... " She rebuttled.

The Doctor grinned. " I never said I was going to sleep, now did I? " He asked, as Dash drinned back.

" Round two? " She asked.

He nodded in response, and Dash excitedly hopped off the couch, as they nearly ran up the stairs.

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Scootaloo took her ear from the door, wonding what they could be playing. None the less, once she heard their hoofsteps going up the stairs, she slowly opened the door to her room, poking her head out, looking both ways, and snuck out the back door, closing it softly behind her.

Looking around at the unusually large yard the house had, there was another outstanging feature on it; It was fenced off. On one side there was a chainlink fence, on the other, was a tall, wooden one. Trees lined all sides, and very heavily along the back, where a tall cement wall stood. The inuniformity of it all confused her, and, looking to the side of the home, she saw a large, tarp shed, and a smaller, metal shed.

' He never said which shed not to go into... ' She thought deviously, walking to them.

The first thing she noticed was a large padlock on the metal one, and a note reading, ' No, Scootaloo. ' and in another color, ' and Dash. '

With that, slightly dissapointed, she walked away, going back to what she was doing before.

Walking into the center of the yard, Scootaloo fluffed up her wings, and breathed in deeply.

Rearing low to the ground, she jumped high into the air, beating her wings as quickly as she could, trying to gain any altitude. She accomplished only a momentary hover, before falling back down on her haunches painfully.

" Owww, " She groaned, rubbing her thigh tenderly.

She pouted a while and debated trying again, but a sharp surge of pain from her rear suggested that wasn't going to happen.

" Oh, buck... " She cursed under her breath, slowly dragging herself back inside.

She closed the back door, and retreated to her room quickly, having barely enough time to leap into the bed and clutch the pillow tightly before her eyes began to tear up.

' I just wanna fly... ' She thought sorrwfully, backing under a multitude of blankets. ' Everypony else with wings can... Why not me? '

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The end?

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