Thunderlane Bows Outby BronyxyChapters1 A Special Treat2 Meet the Elite3 Off the Pace4 The Die is Cast5 Epilogue1 A Special TreatThunderlane trotted happily up the path to Lyra and Bon Bon’s house. It had been another intense practice session and the new routine for the start of the display season was coming on well; it was certainly going to be a crowd pleaser. He could have flown to their door, but because neither of them had wings, it would have seemed rude to flaunt his talent in front of them, so instead politely opened the gate and walked in. He was always especially careful to be considerate around other ponies and never bragged about his position as a Wonderbolt, he didn’t need to; he was popular and the mares all flocked to him anyway because he was just such a nice guy. That, and he had a cute younger brother too. There had been some rumours circulating about him and the two mares, but he knew well enough they were off limits and genuinely enjoyed their company. In fact, they had been invaluable in looking after Rumble during the intense practice sessions, particularly as his previous foalsitter Cloud Chaser was now in the Wonderbolts herself and was consequently busy at precisely the same times as he required foalcare. Thunderlane still kept in with Cloud Chaser and Flitter, but was particularly grateful when Lyra and Bon Bon had expressed a willingness in helping him out, and fortunately Rumble got on with them too, even though they weren't pegasi. They were always polite and complimentary about his brother, but he knew that sometimes he could be a little strong willed and a bit of a handful, so he felt especially buoyant knowing the gift he carried with him today. Lyra had looked out at the usual time and seen his approach, admiring his confident gait as he drew near. Today, she put down the dishes she had been washing and trotted out to meet him, still wearing her kitchen apron and gave him a little peck on the cheek. “Hey, Hey, Hey!” he exclaimed “How’s my favourite unicorn today?” “Oh, you flatterer!” she giggled, snuggling into his neck “I bet you say that to all the mares.” “Only the unicorns” he teased “Say, you’re looking particularly radiant – what’s happening?” “Do I need to have a reason other than to say hello to my favourite stallion?” “Better not let your wife hear you say things like that” he replied “I should hate to get on the wrong side of her.” The two strolled together back to the house where Bon Bon and Rumble stood in the doorway to meet them. “Thought I heard a commotion” said the cream earth pony with a smile, walking up to give him a nuzzle too before adding good naturedly “You can keep your hooves off that one, she’s mine!” Lyra rolled her eyes and tutted while Rumble flushed slightly as his big brother accepted the playful adoration from his favourite two foalsitters. “Thank you so much for looking after my little bro here” he said, giving Rumble an affectionate noogie “I’ve been calling on you a lot lately while the Wonderbolts have been building up a show for the new season.” “We’re always happy to help” said Bon Bon “Especially with Rumble, he’s so well behaved.” “I still can’t believe we’re talking about the same colt” said Thunderlane in mock surprise, much to his little brother’s chagrin “But be that as it may, I still have a present for you.” He handed over an envelope which Lyra took and opened in her magic revealing a pair of tickets emblazoned with a distinctive golden winged flash in the corner and the words ‘VIP enclosure’. “There’s only a few of these available for the first show of the season” he said “Because most have been reserved for the dignitaries and special guests.You’ll be rubbing shoulders with Royalty if you want to attend.” The two mares stared open mouthed – Royalty? “They’re incredible” gasped Lyra “What did you do to get them?” “On second thoughts, don’t answer that” said Bon Bon with a wicked smile “At least not in front of junior!” “You can tell us later!” said Lyra with a wink, cupping her forehooves over Rumble’s ears. “Hey, it’s nothing like that ladies” he said with an easy smile “I got them as first prize for best flyer in the new routine, and I couldn’t have done it without you looking after little bro here, so I figured you had earned them already.” “Too bad” said Bon Bon with a playful shrug “I was hoping to hear some inside gossip about Spitfire.” “Like, is she as good as her reputation?” giggled Lyra. “Ladies, please, I don’t know what magazines you’ve been reading, but it’s really not like that.” Both mares pretended to look disappointed for a fleeting moment before wrapping their forehooves around him and giving him a big hug. This was an incredible gift and they were both delighted. As the two brothers walked home, Rumble looked up and said “They really like you, you know.” “Yeah, I know that, and I feel so lucky to be their friend too.” “Which one do you like best?” “Really, Rumble that isn’t a fair question. They’re both close friends and I love them both. As friends. OK?” “Yeah, I like them both too. I’m glad you haven’t got a favourite.” “It’s OK if you want to say you love them. Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind if they were still around.” “I know, but it’s difficult. Some days I really miss them, then on other days it’s like you’re my Dad and they’re my two Moms.” “They’d be proud of you, kid; just like I am” said Thunderlane giving his brother a gentle nuzzle “Love you.” “Thanks bro” said Rumble allowing a smile to spread over his face as he nuzzled the dark stallion in return. *** The day was sunny and beginning to hint at a warm summer to come. Some of the fledglings from the earliest clutches were just taking their first tentative flights under the reassuring eyes of their parents. The Wonderbolts had completed their morning practice away from the public gaze and were confident that they had the new routine nailed. In spite of how casual it all looked during their displays, there was never any slip in professionalism, and Equestria’s most accomplished flyers would always give their best. They were all undergoing a spot of massage before indulging in a light lunch; just enough to keep them going with the demands of the show, but not enough to slow them down. As the final checks of the public address system faded away, the first guests began to arrive, either heading straight for hospitality or manoeuvring to secure the best vantage point to see the display. Rainbow Dash herself came round to check on the flyers, giving words of encouragement or last minute advice to each as the situation warranted, taking on more of the hooves-on aspects with the team as Spitfire had hung up her flight suit to focus on being their manager. The fiery maned Wonderbolt now handled the event organising, logistics, welfare and all the other aspects of managing a team that rarely received any recognition, but enjoyed showing up for the occasional fitness session when her schedule would allow, just to remind the team that she was still a force to be reckoned with. “So Thunderlane” she began in her trademark rasping voice “How you feelin’ for today’s big show?” “Hey, Dashie” he replied “Good to see you. You looked really neat in this morning’s practice.” The two of them had had a fling some time back, but both had compartmentalised their personal lives from their professional lives and neither showed any hint of favouritism. Emotional attachments within the team were discouraged and had indeed seen the end of many a potentially bright career, but these two had weathered the storm and had lost none of the respect from their team mates. “Reckon you’ve still got it in you,” she teased “Old guy like you?” “Hey, I’ll still fly rings round you even when I’ve got to use a stick!” “Yeah, yeah – in your dreams! Seriously though, good work this morning. Any concerns?” “Only that you’re going to hold me up!” With that, the two hoof bumped and Rainbow went on to catch up with all the other flyers. It was clear that morale was high and everything was in place to give the VIPs the show of the year. 2 Meet the EliteLyra and Bon Bon had agonised about what to wear before leaving home. It wasn’t every day they were going to meet Royalty, so they wanted to look at their most presentable. When they arrived, it was the full red carpet treatment and they were swiftly ushered through all checks and onto the stairs that led up to the raised observation platform that formed the reserved enclosure. Having ascended the few flights of stairs, they emerged to meet an official looking herald who formally announced their arrival. There were some aristocratic looking ponies already there, who briefly looked up from their conversation and doffed their top hats politely. Not wishing to interrupt their discussion, the two new arrivals just drank in the scene from the splendid vantage point afforded by its carefully prepared location and shortly they were approached by a pony bearing champagne flutes on a silver salver. He nodded in due deference to his VIP guests and proffered them to take one. Lyra giggled at the exclusive treatment they were receiving and Bon Bon, keeping her composure took two, one for each with a nod of thanks to the waiter. They had barely clinked glasses in a toast between them when they heard the herald announce the arrival of Princess Cadence and her consort Prince Shining Armor into the VIP enclosure. Lyra had barely recovered from having been accepted into such an exclusive area when she turned on hearing the announcement and saw the Royal couple walking over to see them. Her mouth fell open and she dropped her delicate chamapgne flute as the Princess placed a calming forehoof on her shoulder. “You’d be surprised how often that happens – these glasses aren’t really designed to be hoof held.” Lyra was spellbound and barely noticed the maid scurrying to tidy up on the ground, let alone that the waiter replaced another glass into her hoof. “Princess” said the cream earth pony by way of introduction “May I introduce my partner Lyra …” “And you would be Bon Bon” completed the Princess with an easy smile. “How did you know …” struggled Lyra. “I am the Princess of Love; your devotion to each other is very well known, and I must say it’s such a pleasure to meet you at last.” The Princess is pleased to meet us? thought Lyra, nearly swooning on the spot; Bon Bon reaching in to take her new glass, just to be on the safe side. By the time they had finished a conversation swapping notes about the secrets for a long lasting relationship, Shining Armor was clearly eager to switch the subject to the afternoon’s display flying, taking the opportunity to say that he knew Rainbow Dash through his sister; and when he mentioned that she would be joining them with Celestia later, Lyra nearly fainted. As they had been talking, the herald had announced a series of further arrivals, some of whom they had heard of through the society pages, but throughout it all, the Royal couple kept their attention focused politely on the two guests. Once the conversation reached a natural end, Princess Cadence and Shining Armor went to greet the other important guests who were waiting for their opportunity to engage in small talk with the celebrity couple. Lyra and Bon Bon did not feel excluded by the VIP crowd and found themselves in a whirl of hobnobbing until an expectant hush descended and all eyes pointed one way as a dot in the sky grew larger. When it got closer, a cheer rang out as the most sharp-eyed in the crowd recognised the Royal chariot of the Sun Princess drawn by four handsome white pegasi. The distinctive high backed gold, purple and white chariot made its approach in a slow fly past along the crowd line while the Sun Princess accompanied by her protégé the Princess of Friendship smiled and waved at the adoring ponies gathered below, finally coming to a halt at the entrance to the VIP area. Lyra peered over the edge of the raised enclosure and found herself looking down on the Royal chariot as the passengers disembarked, her wife making very sure that she had a firm hold of the wine glass lest she should drop it accidentally onto either of the Royal Princesses. Lyra’s knees began to turn to jelly as she realised that two more Princesses were now climbing the same stairs that she had done earlier and would shortly be with them. “Your Majesties, Lords, Ladies and Gentlecolts” barked the herald as Lyra started to dissolve “Pray welcome Her Royal Majesty, the Mare of Morning, Princess Celestia of Equestria, Protector of the Realm, Ruler of the Solar Court, Bringer of the Dawn, Empress of the Sun, and Diarch of the Day and Her Royal Majesty, the Princess of Friendship, Princess Twilight of Equestria, Bearer of the Element of Magic.” “Hold me, Bon Bon” was all Lyra could say as Princess Celestia started to mingle amongst the VIP guests, but first to reach them was Twilight who struck up an easy conversation from their shared time together in Ponyville, an interlude that settled Lyra just enough for her not to faint when Celestia came over to introduce herself. Eventually it was time for the display to start and all eyes turned skywards once more to see a number of pegasi fly into the arena, all wearing their trademark aquamarine and gold flight suits, that whilst showcasing their iconic livery still permitted the audience to recognise favoured individuals by their wing, mane and tail colours. The suits allowed full flexibility once fitted but getting them on and off was a feat best accomplished by two working together, however getting to wear one was an aspiration of every pegasus at least at some time in their lives, because it set them apart as being amongst the most proficient and capable display flyers in Equestria. Even when they got too old to put on a flight suit, there was still the sought after gold lapel badge that a former Wonderbolt was entitled to wear long after their flying days were past. A massed flypast soon broke into groups of pairs and triples zipping through impossibly tight gaps at frightening speed and making beautiful patterns in the sky with the trails they left behind. The Royal Sisters having had hundreds of years of flying experience apiece had pushed the limits of their aerial prowess in their time, Luna preferring the familiarity of her night sky to refine her skills, even though it effectively prevented her expertise from ever being seen by anypony else. Indeed, Celestia was admiring the precision of the routines unfolding in front of her, and although she would never have admitted it, still felt the urge to compete. However, such recklessness would not have played well in the eyes of her detractors, so she kept such ambitions firmly under wraps until more enlightened times would prevail once more. Lyra and Bon Bon watched out for the flyer with the two-tone grey and white tail and spiky mane that still seemed stubbornly to stand up even at the speeds he was flying, gasping “Ooooh!” and “Aaaah!” as he pulled off some of the most incredible manoeuvres ever seen by pony eyes. The sky was clear today and so the display took full advantage of the altitude afforded them and on a number of occasions, the couple mistook Thunderlane for some other pony, simply trying to follow the complexity of his routine. It was difficult for an earth pony or unicorn to fully appreciate the exertion that such a dynamic display demanded from a pair of wings hauling a pony’s weight around the sky at speed, and only their fitness and self-discipline kept them going as their admiring public looked on. Everypony watching had received a bumper treat as the display had unfolded, each participant giving their utmost throughout, but the tension was now building once again as they headed towards the finale of the show; a variation on an existing theme devised by, and starring Rainbow Dash. Six ponies formed the petals of the Wonderbolts classic aerial flower while Rainbow summoned all her remaining energy to fly through the centre so fast that she caused a sonic rainboom just as she passed through, highlighting the flower against the stunning backdrop of the rainboom. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” sang Rainbow to herself as she felt the resistance leading up to the bang and then the freedom as she sped through, leaving a multicoloured trail across the sky. The crowd was ecstatic, and even in the generally reserved VIP enclosure, hooves were clapped together in delight at the spectacle. Celestia watched on in admiration, knowing that even at her best she had never achieved a sonic rainboom, and she couldn’t recall anypony else ever having done it before Rainbow Dash, so she still felt a thrill run through her every time she witnessed it. Rainbow slowed and formed up with her colleagues to lead a flypast along the crowd line and soaked up the applause that she thrived on. The display had been good, if exhausting, and she promised herself a rest once she got down. Everypony flying felt the same; the display had been impressive, but this new routine demanded even higher levels of physical fitness than had been required in previous years. Some put it down to lack of pre-season preparedness, whilst others among the more veteran members started to worry about how they would see the season out. As soon as they landed, the flyers were all treated to an ice bath and massage before a quick debrief and then proceeding up to the VIP enclosure to meet the dignitaries. Thunderlane immediately looked for his two guests and made a beeline for them. “Hey, how’s my two favourite Ladies today?” he asked easily. At this, they both gushed their adoration of his skill and their appreciation for his generosity. Whilst happy to accept the praise, he made sure they recognised that the display was a team effort and that Rainbow was really the star, and besides, they were here because of their devotion to his brother’s foalcare. “It’s a pity Rumble couldn’t be here today” said Lyra “He would have really enjoyed it.” “Well, you know it’s a school day” replied Thunderlane “And besides, we’ve got a whole season ahead of us; there’ll be plenty of time yet. Today is just for you guys and Royalty. Talking of which, did you catch up with any of the Princesses?” Bon Bon quickly put down her glass and moved pre-emptively into position to catch Lyra before she could swoon again, and then the mint green unicorn launched into an excited rendition of how she had met not one but three Princesses and how it had all been “Like, so amazing!” During the middle of her animated monologue, Celestia heard her name being repeated excitedly and walked by behind her, giving Thunderlane a wink which he deadpanned, not wishing to interrupt his friend’s enthusiastic flow. As the event began to wind down, the Princesses left to attend their diverse responsibilities and Thunderlane was escorted by his two grateful friends, one each side, back to pick up Rumble from school. Later that night, Thunderlane lay in bed reflecting on his wisecracking banter with Rainbow Dash before the display. “Reckon you’ve still got it in you, old guy like you?” “Hey, I’ll still fly rings round you even when I’ve got to use a stick!” Sleep did not come easy to him as he began to consider the wisdom of his words. 3 Off the Pace“Come on Thunderlane” barked the familiar rasping voice “Pick up the pace, dammit!” He had heard her picking up the other pegasi too, but it had started to seem that his name was more on her lips than anypony else’s, and not in a good way. Following the practice session there had been a debrief in which Rainbow had ripped into everypony, her eyes not dwelling on any one individual for long, but once she had dismissed them all, she made her way over to Thunderlane and once nopony else could see, motioned for him to walk with her. “Hey big fella” she began, her tone quiet and friendly “How are you doin’?” “Not so good by the sounds of it” he replied apologetically. “Hey, it’s a tough routine. You know I value your input; do you think I should trim it back a bit, you know, to make it a bit easier?” “Well that all depends. Am I falling behind, or is everypony else finding it difficult too? I mean, I’m kind of so focused on trying to give my best I’m not really watching anypony else.” “Look, we’ve known each other a long time and I know you value honesty. We’ve got a really strong team and I don’t want to drop anypony, but that doesn’t mean I won’t if I have to. The passes are too close to have somepony not keeping up – you know what I mean? I couldn’t risk a collision, so I would have to drop anypony who doesn’t perform.” She looked straight into Thunderlane’s eyes and then said “Including you.” “Are you saying I’m becoming a danger to the team?” he asked, doing his best to keep the obvious sadness out of his voice. “If you get a bit of spare time, why not go get yourself checked out is all I’m sayin’.” With this, she gave him a friendly nuzzle, draped a wing over him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re still pretty darned amazing in my book” she comforted, but now he knew he was on borrowed time. As soon as the morning practice session was finished, he set off for the hospital with a sense of trepidation to see if they could schedule him in for a check-up and to his surprise said that they could see him immediately, so without any opportunity to think about changing his mind, he was in. He had barely time to give his details to the receptionist before being whisked through to meet a number of white coated unicorns brandishing clipboards. Firstly, he was asked to provide a series of samples which were taken away by humourless individuals to be poked and prodded, then he was connected by wires to a machine with flashing lights and gauges that went “beep” periodically. After a number of physical tests, he was invited to lay on a sterile plastic work table that fed him into a highly technical looking tunnel with more flashing lights and was told to lay still, so he did as he was told. “What was it that the medical community needed with all these flashing lights?” he wondered as he emerged from the machine once more “I wonder if they’ve even got clipboards with flashing lights on just for fun?” Once he got up, he suddenly found that the mad rush to examine bits of him in every minute detail had passed and now all he had to do was wait for the results. He sat in the waiting room and noticed that the other patients waiting all seemed to be so much older or more obviously sick than he was, and felt a fraud for being there, taking doctors’ time when others clearly needed it more than he did. He picked up a copy of the Canterlot Chronicle and sat back to catch up on events while the medical types decided to two decimal places how close to 100% fit he was. After an hour, a serious looking unicorn wearing a badge that said “Dr Stable” approached him flanked by a beautiful looking pink maned assistant wearing the name badge “Nurse Redheart”. “Mr Thunderlane, is it?” he enquired, peering over his glasses. The dark grey pegasus nodded. “Ah, good. Come with me then please.” Thunderlane gave the attractive nurse a winning smile and caught one from her in return, although he sensed that under other conditions her smile could have been a lot more genuine. He started to feel apprehensive. Once inside an office where they had some privacy, Dr Stable sat behind a desk and tapped at the keyboard while the nurse sat close to her patient. “Mr Thunderlane, I am so pleased you were able to come in and see us today; it has given us time to do something about it for you.” The grey stallion looked stunned, so the doctor continued, flashing up an image on the screen. “You see this picture – it shows your chest. And these …” he said pointing “Are your lungs. Notice please this area of shading here …” He felt the nurse move closer to him. “This particular feature is something that is giving us cause for concern.” He felt the earth start to tilt underneath him and dreaded the next few words that were sure to come. “Tell me, have you had problems exercising and maintaining stamina of late?” “Yes” he heard himself say, although it was out before he could stop himself. “I see. Not surprising really. I’m sorry to tell you that you have a condition that needs to be treated quickly before it can become inoperable. We can either open you up to see how bad it is and possibly remove the affected lung if it hasn’t spread to both sides, or treat you with chemicals that will make your mane and tail fall out.” He knew what that meant, but was grateful not to hear the word. Although the doctor gave detailed explanations about the different courses of treatment, Thunderlane didn’t hear any of it and just felt nurse Redheart’s presence by his side. “This means my flying days are over, doesn’t it?” he said, cutting across some detailed procedural explanation that he wouldn’t have understood even at the best of times. “No. If we can treat it, then there’s no reason why you can’t continue to fly, but not for long or for very far.” “But I fly with the Wonderbolts.” “Ah. You’re that Thunderlane. I’m sorry, but whatever happens now, you will never be able to fly competitively again.” Nurse Redheart moved in closer and supported him as his world fell away. “… So in conclusion, come back in a week’s time and tell us which treatment you want to take and we will admit you accordingly” the last words of Dr Stable’s consultation rang in his head. He was stunned. He had recognised that it had got increasingly difficult to get into shape, but had no idea how serious things had become. Why him? What had he ever done to deserve this? He felt dazed and found himself absent-mindedly walking up a familiar path once more, but this time not to drop off or pick up his brother. “Hey Lyra” called Bon Bon “Your coltfriend’s here!” “What?” she called back “Thunderlane?” “Uh huh, hon.” “Oh, come on now” teased her wife “I’ve caught him turning your head too.” “That’s as maybe. He can turn my head, but only you could turn it back again.” The two of them came together for a quick nuzzle and then Lyra went to answer the door. “Hi Ladies. Can we talk?” The tone of his request lacked the usual charm and levity they had both come to expect from him, and immediately captured their attention. “What’s happened?” asked Bon Bon. “Is Rumble OK?” asked Lyra, wide eyed. “No, he’s fine. It’s me. Can we all sit down together?” They showed him to a table and all took seats around it, an air of foreboding hanging heavily over proceedings. He took a moment to compose himself and then looked them both in the eyes “I consider you to be my closest friends, and aside from Rumble, the nearest ponies I have to next of kin.” Lyra put a forehoof to her mouth “Oh Celestia - what’s happened?” He put his hoof up to request silence; he was hurting and wanted to get through what he had to say. “I have to go tell Rainbow Dash that I have flown my last display with the Wonderbolts.” The unflappable Bon Bon now brought her hoof up to cover her mouth in expectation of what was to come. “I have just come from the hospital where they told me that something has developed in my chest and I may have to have a lung removed. That’s provided that it hasn’t spread to both sides, but if it has my problems just got a bit worse.” The mares were silent, tears already forming in Lyra’s golden eyes. “See, if things go bad when they have a look inside me, then there’ll be nopony to look after Rumble. I don’t know how to ask, so I’ll be blunt: would you let me make you his guardians in my will?” Lyra burst into tears and reached over the table to him while Bon Bon got up and moved round to sit next to him, giving him a loving hug as tears started running down her muzzle too. “I’m sorry Ladies. We can pretend I didn’t ask if you would rather.” “Don’t be silly, Thunderlane” said Bon Bon reassuringly. She looked straight at Lyra who sensed instinctively that her input was required and both gave each other a silent nod. “We would be happy to step in and help out” said Bon Bon “Why, we’re almost family after all.” Thunderlane cried tears of relief and happiness that his friends had not let him down in his time of need and his little brother would be looked after, whatever happened. Now he had only to worry about himself, and that thing growing in his chest. When it was time to leave for afternoon practice, Lyra and Bon Bon walked Thunderlane down their path together and each gave him a hug and a kiss before he left to tell Rainbow Dash and Spitfire the news. Now with an understanding of what was wrong with him, he could feel the extra exertion required and for the first-time linked the symptoms to the condition, cursing the disease with every wingbeat. He arrived as normal for the session, but instead of getting changed took Rainbow Dash to one side. “Hey Dashie, got a minute please?” he asked. “Yeah big fella, what’s up?” “I need to talk with you in Spitfire’s office if that’s OK?” Rainbow Dash felt her heart leap at her former lover’s tone and knew that whatever he wanted to say was serious, but covered her own emotions so that the team did not become distracted, delegating responsibility to Soarin to get the training started. They walked in uncharacteristic silence along the corridor to Spitfire’s office and knocked. “Yeah, come in” came a voice they both knew well. Rainbow entered first wearing a look on her face that made Spitfire stop in her tracks, followed shortly by Thunderlane. Instead of the usual impatience she typically displayed when interrupted, something told her to keep quiet while Thunderlane prepared himself for what he had to say, and then it all spilled out; his love of the Wonderbolts, the increasing difficulty to maintain fitness, the diagnosis and the request to stand down from display flying – his love. Rainbow Dash knew what protocol allowed and what it didn’t allow, but the news hit her hard too and she went straight over to give him a hug and hold him close as she tried desperately to hold back her own tears for her former lover’s fate. Spitfire was taken aback by the news and chose to overlook the breach in accepted behaviour knowing about the two flyers’ former connection. She didn’t accept his resignation however, but granted a leave of absence to see how things turned out and also gave assurance that she would ensure that he had a role to play in the continued success of the Wonderbolts whatever the outcome. Rainbow nodded her thanks, but found she couldn’t speak, and silently followed Thunderlane out. She didn’t know whether she needed him or he needed her, but knew that they needed each other this evening; Soarin could run the whole session without her just for once. “Want to hit a bar or go back to my place?” she offered. “I don’t fancy a bar tonight if that’s OK.” “Sure thing. My place; just like old times, huh?” They took off together, more sedately than usual now Rainbow understood Thunderlane’s condition and flew up to her Cloudominium where they had shared so many moments in days gone by. He knew where the key was, but out of respect waited to be let in; it was just as he last remembered on that fateful evening two years ago when they had decided to go their own ways, and the memories hit him like a tsunami. “Fancy a cider?” she asked. “You buyin’?” he responded with his stock response as she filled two mugs. “Nope, it’s on the tab; you can settle up later!” she replied automatically, suddenly questioning if there would be a ‘later’ any more. A strong feeling of what they once shared, and the feeling that they may never have it again gripped her. She looked deep into his eyes, put both forelegs gently around his shoulders and kissed him surprisingly delicately, closing her eyes so that the world couldn’t see, then let her legs drop as one of her forehooves found one of his and she led him into her bedroom. 4 The Die is CastA week after his initial diagnosis from Dr Stable, Thunderlane set off to make the journey to the hospital. Geographically, it wasn’t far, but the distance in terms of what the visit represented was a gulf that he had to bridge through sheer determination and willpower. He was accompanied by those ponies dearest to him, each lending their support and trying to help him be brave to face what lay ahead. Thunderlane had only told his brother that he was going into hospital, but spared him the details; the three mares knew different, each realising that this may be the last time they could share with their friend. As Bearer of the Element of Loyalty, Rainbow respected the bond between the two other mares, but felt she had little in common with them. She did however recognise that they would take good care of Rumble if the worst happened and she had already made it known that in such an event, she would be there to oversee the colt’s flight training personally. Everypony hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Thunderlane entered the building first and reported to the receptionist, flanked by his closest friends and family. He was given a clipboard attached to which were two consent forms; one for either course of action. “The doctor will be with you shortly to go through your options” said the pretty receptionist with a smile. “Hey squirt” said Rainbow, recognising that what was coming was not for Rumble’s ears “Come on and show me your best moves, kid!” Rumble looked up at the Wonderbolts’ charismatic poster pony in awe and happily followed her outside, while she shot Thunderlane a heartfelt glance that conveyed a lifetime of love and respect. He returned her look with one of gratitude; gratitude for the intimate times they had shared, the times they had flown together, and the undoubted loyalty she would show to his brother if he didn’t pull through. No sooner had the rainbow tail shot out of the door than Dr Stable arrived and ushered the grey stallion and his two mare friends into an office where they could go over the details in private. Thunderlane sat impassive as the options were covered once more and the risks of each procedure outlined. Lyra’s forehoof stayed at her mouth, her eyes wide as the clinical details were spelled out, but she kept strong, as did Bon Bon whose stoic demeanour betrayed hidden depths to her personality, not all of which she had disclosed to her wife, but were well known to the other members of a super-secret anti-monster agency in Canterlot. Thunderlane said little, but signed his name on the consent form headed SURGERY, agreeing to the surgeons opening him up and fixing him if they could. Once he had finished, he flipped the page over and signed the next of kin forms listing Rumble, Lyra, Bon Bon and Rainbow Dash in their different capacities and Spitfire as executor to his will should the worst happen. With the paperwork in order he gave the stoic Bon Bon and the now tearful Lyra fond nuzzles farewell, before being led through onto a ward where he was to prepare for surgery. Once he had got into his gown he allowed himself one final look out of the window and saw the four most important ponies in his life; Rainbow Dash carrying Rumble on her back and Bon Bon hugging a grief-stricken Lyra. He was ready. An orderly came in and wheeled him into the anaesthetist’s room where he was laid on a trolley surrounded by unicorns in scrubs. They introduced themselves and one inserted a needle into his foreleg. “This will start to feel cold running up your leg and then you won’t know anything until you wake up again. OK?” said the anaesthetist. “Hey, thanks you guys” said Thunderlane, feeling the chilling numbness creeping up his leg. He still felt perfectly alert as he waited for his gradual slide in to unconsciousness and started to compose some last words that he could be remembered by in case he didn’t wake up. Then, in a flash, he was gone. *** “Hello Mr Thunderlane” said a voice from the swirling fog that clouded his consciousness. “It’s alright. You’re coming round …” he heard, but then it drifted away again. *** “Mr Thunderlane, you’re OK.” It was that voice again, but he still couldn’t focus. “It takes time for the anaesthetic to pass through the system …” *** “Hello Mr Thunderlane, it’s good to have you back with us” said the voice. He turned his head to see a medical orderly watching him closely. “What happened?” he asked. “Oh, it went well. The doctor will see you later to explain what they did, but in the meantime, rest.” He continued his groggy return to consciousness and felt the trolley he was on bump along a corridor until it ended up in a private room where he was left to recover. Just then the pretty nurse with the pink mane came in. He wished he could remember her name, but her name badge was obscured by another of those clipboards that all medical staff seemed to be carrying with them recently. “Hello Thunderlane” she said in a voice that sounded to him as if it had been spun from the purest silk “It’s very nice to see you again.” “I was worried I might die during the operation. Now I know for certain that I did, and I’ve gone to heaven” he quipped. “Oh, you flatterer” she teased “I can tell there’s nothing wrong with you!” When she had made him comfortable, she left to fetch the doctor, leaving him to get used to his surroundings. It was all pretty sterile and unremarkable, but at least he didn’t feel at all bad. “Ah - Mr Thunderlane” said Dr Stable walking into the room with another clipboard “I have to tell you we couldn’t have let that get any worse before it would have been impossible to operate successfully. Fortunately, the disease had not spread across both lungs and we believe we were able to remove all traces by taking out the infected lung. Thank Celestia you came to us when you did!” “So, I’m cured then?” asked Thunderlane. “I didn’t say that, but the early signs are that you should make a good recovery” Dr Stable corrected, playing down any guarantee of future fitness that his patient may have assumed from his positive demeanour. Nurse Redheart gave her patient another of her winning smiles that seemed to glide across her face with such ease, reinforcing the impression that the perspective from the clipboard carrying medical staff was positive, and he relaxed a little. She was a very attractive mare with a very nice smile … Dr Stable went on to outline his recovery time and his expectations once the wounds had healed, and Thunderlane did his best to focus, but found himself more re-assured by his calming tones rather than by the content of what he said. There was no escaping the severity of the operation after all, but the positivity he felt radiating from the two medical professionals in the small room gave him real hope. As afternoon turned into evening there was the sound of a scuffle outside his room that pricked his ears up. It sounded a bit like rush hour at Canterlot Central Station with lots of ponies all jostling amongst each other whilst a lone voice was clearly trying in vain to hold back the tide by informing that visiting hours hadn’t started. He recognised some of the voices and smiled, preparing himself for a flood of visitors. A cyan face with rose coloured eyes peered cheekily around the doorjamb. A second later, a pair of large purple eyes appeared lower down. “Hey big fella, a few of the guys figured you might need some cheering up!” “Bro!” called the other face. And with that, a pile of ponies tumbled in, despite continued protestations from the clipboard carrying orderly. Before it descended into a full scale riot, Thunderlane ushered Rumble onto the bed beside him and waited for the hubbub to die down before recounting the story to his audience of Lyra, Bon Bon and assorted Wonderbolts, all of whom were looking very happy to be there. Once he had finished, it descended into a party and none of the orderlies, whether carrying clipboards or not, decided to brave the rowdy crowd until visiting hours were at an end. The party atmosphere continued for the entire duration of visiting hours, some ponies having managed to sneak some illicit cider into the room and everypony having a really good time recounting their stories. Rumble was given honorary membership of the Wonderbolts and was listening wide-eyed to their daring exploits, while Lyra and Bon Bon found themselves very popular with mares and stallions alike. All too soon, the time had flown away, and the revellers, although delighted to share time with their friend were disciplined enough to recognise that there were others in the hospital, many of whom may not have been looking forward to recoveries like Thunderlane was, and so at the allotted hour began saying their goodbyes without being bidden. One by one, they all filed back out again, each sharing a parting witticism or bawdy comment in their turn. When the numbers had thinned out to the last five guests, Spitfire took her turn: “Hey Thunderlane, just to let you know there’s always a place for you with the Wonderbolts. Rainbow Dash here showed us the importance of loyalty once before, and I’m darned sure we’re not going to lose you on my watch!” Just as he tried to acknowledge the kind offer, Rainbow simply leaned in and covered both of their faces comically with a wing while she used the moment to give a heartfelt if very brief kiss, then she departed with the rest of the Wonderbolts having in that one quick action conveyed more to the patient than words ever could. Lyra and Bon Bon each kissed him too and then Rumble gave his big brother one last hug. “Thank you so much for your help Ladies” said Thunderlane “And you, bro, be sure to take good care of these beautiful Ladies for me.” “He’s a perfect Gentlecolt” said Lyra “Like his brother.” “Oh, now look what you’ve done, bro” he said in mock horror “They can’t tell us apart. Just make sure you don’t blot my copybook is all!” "There's no way they could mix us up" said Rumble quickly "I'm the cute one!" “Not the modest one, then?" said Bon Bon, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "Yeah, maybe I'll grow into that too, some day!" “Well, are you going to escort us home now, you big handsome stallion?” said Lyra, putting a hoof on Rumble’s shoulder, just as Thunderlane would have done if he could have reached. Rumble turned to give his brother one last wave as both mares shot him a final smile farewell and once they had gone he lay back, dreading what the orderly would say when he came to clean up. However, all things being considered, he could live with that – it was just so great to be alive! 5 EpilogueThe display season had gone well. Rainbow Dash did have to trim back some of the extra bits that had made the new routine a little ambitious for some of the flyers, but she realised that she had tailored it for her own capabilities, and it took Spitfire to point out that not everypony was capable of flying to quite that exacting standard. She consoled herself that if the routine hadn’t have been so demanding then it was possible that Thunderlane may not have been diagnosed in time, so it had all worked out for the best. Now, at the last show of the season, Royalty were once again present and a cream earth pony and mint green unicorn were once again in the VIP enclosure, but this time with a light grey pegasus colt proudly wearing his honorary Wonderbolts badge. They were much more at ease with the exclusive company this time and socialising was a lot easier than it had been the first time. The display was stunning and executed to the highest standards for which the Wonderbolts had become famous, drawing the usual awestruck gasps from the audience; the aerobatics proceeding non-stop with something always going on in some corner of the sky while other flyers got into position for the next part of the routine. The crowd was kept entertained without a break as they ran through their complicated manoeuvres, but everypony knew the finale would include a sonic rainboom, and as this was the last show, nopony could guarantee ever seeing one again as it may not feature next season, so they all waited with barely disguised anticipation as the six flyers started to form the aerial flower. Lyra and Bon Bon craned to get a better view while the six petals were formed, and once Rainbow Dash had made her spectacular approach into the centre of the flower and performed the sonic rainboom behind, a lone Wonderbolt with two-tone white and grey mane flew through back towards the crowd, backlit by the colourful rainboom still lingering in its vibrancy. Thunderlane had watched the entire display from a lone cloud left specifically for him and as Rainbow was on her high speed run-in to the aerial flower, he had stepped off and managed his fly-through once she was clear. Even then it had taken all of his effort, but he had managed the one short flight in his prized Wonderbolt suit to say farewell to the crowds – one last time. Spitfire looked up and recalled her last display before hanging up her flight suit to fly a desk instead. That had been a day of mixed emotions, but this swansong was a celebration of Thunderlane and the crowd rose as one to cheer the brave pegasus in his last display before he took an office next to Spitfire - she had been as good as her word and kept him on the team.
1 A Special TreatThunderlane trotted happily up the path to Lyra and Bon Bon’s house. It had been another intense practice session and the new routine for the start of the display season was coming on well; it was certainly going to be a crowd pleaser. He could have flown to their door, but because neither of them had wings, it would have seemed rude to flaunt his talent in front of them, so instead politely opened the gate and walked in. He was always especially careful to be considerate around other ponies and never bragged about his position as a Wonderbolt, he didn’t need to; he was popular and the mares all flocked to him anyway because he was just such a nice guy. That, and he had a cute younger brother too. There had been some rumours circulating about him and the two mares, but he knew well enough they were off limits and genuinely enjoyed their company. In fact, they had been invaluable in looking after Rumble during the intense practice sessions, particularly as his previous foalsitter Cloud Chaser was now in the Wonderbolts herself and was consequently busy at precisely the same times as he required foalcare. Thunderlane still kept in with Cloud Chaser and Flitter, but was particularly grateful when Lyra and Bon Bon had expressed a willingness in helping him out, and fortunately Rumble got on with them too, even though they weren't pegasi. They were always polite and complimentary about his brother, but he knew that sometimes he could be a little strong willed and a bit of a handful, so he felt especially buoyant knowing the gift he carried with him today. Lyra had looked out at the usual time and seen his approach, admiring his confident gait as he drew near. Today, she put down the dishes she had been washing and trotted out to meet him, still wearing her kitchen apron and gave him a little peck on the cheek. “Hey, Hey, Hey!” he exclaimed “How’s my favourite unicorn today?” “Oh, you flatterer!” she giggled, snuggling into his neck “I bet you say that to all the mares.” “Only the unicorns” he teased “Say, you’re looking particularly radiant – what’s happening?” “Do I need to have a reason other than to say hello to my favourite stallion?” “Better not let your wife hear you say things like that” he replied “I should hate to get on the wrong side of her.” The two strolled together back to the house where Bon Bon and Rumble stood in the doorway to meet them. “Thought I heard a commotion” said the cream earth pony with a smile, walking up to give him a nuzzle too before adding good naturedly “You can keep your hooves off that one, she’s mine!” Lyra rolled her eyes and tutted while Rumble flushed slightly as his big brother accepted the playful adoration from his favourite two foalsitters. “Thank you so much for looking after my little bro here” he said, giving Rumble an affectionate noogie “I’ve been calling on you a lot lately while the Wonderbolts have been building up a show for the new season.” “We’re always happy to help” said Bon Bon “Especially with Rumble, he’s so well behaved.” “I still can’t believe we’re talking about the same colt” said Thunderlane in mock surprise, much to his little brother’s chagrin “But be that as it may, I still have a present for you.” He handed over an envelope which Lyra took and opened in her magic revealing a pair of tickets emblazoned with a distinctive golden winged flash in the corner and the words ‘VIP enclosure’. “There’s only a few of these available for the first show of the season” he said “Because most have been reserved for the dignitaries and special guests.You’ll be rubbing shoulders with Royalty if you want to attend.” The two mares stared open mouthed – Royalty? “They’re incredible” gasped Lyra “What did you do to get them?” “On second thoughts, don’t answer that” said Bon Bon with a wicked smile “At least not in front of junior!” “You can tell us later!” said Lyra with a wink, cupping her forehooves over Rumble’s ears. “Hey, it’s nothing like that ladies” he said with an easy smile “I got them as first prize for best flyer in the new routine, and I couldn’t have done it without you looking after little bro here, so I figured you had earned them already.” “Too bad” said Bon Bon with a playful shrug “I was hoping to hear some inside gossip about Spitfire.” “Like, is she as good as her reputation?” giggled Lyra. “Ladies, please, I don’t know what magazines you’ve been reading, but it’s really not like that.” Both mares pretended to look disappointed for a fleeting moment before wrapping their forehooves around him and giving him a big hug. This was an incredible gift and they were both delighted. As the two brothers walked home, Rumble looked up and said “They really like you, you know.” “Yeah, I know that, and I feel so lucky to be their friend too.” “Which one do you like best?” “Really, Rumble that isn’t a fair question. They’re both close friends and I love them both. As friends. OK?” “Yeah, I like them both too. I’m glad you haven’t got a favourite.” “It’s OK if you want to say you love them. Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind if they were still around.” “I know, but it’s difficult. Some days I really miss them, then on other days it’s like you’re my Dad and they’re my two Moms.” “They’d be proud of you, kid; just like I am” said Thunderlane giving his brother a gentle nuzzle “Love you.” “Thanks bro” said Rumble allowing a smile to spread over his face as he nuzzled the dark stallion in return. *** The day was sunny and beginning to hint at a warm summer to come. Some of the fledglings from the earliest clutches were just taking their first tentative flights under the reassuring eyes of their parents. The Wonderbolts had completed their morning practice away from the public gaze and were confident that they had the new routine nailed. In spite of how casual it all looked during their displays, there was never any slip in professionalism, and Equestria’s most accomplished flyers would always give their best. They were all undergoing a spot of massage before indulging in a light lunch; just enough to keep them going with the demands of the show, but not enough to slow them down. As the final checks of the public address system faded away, the first guests began to arrive, either heading straight for hospitality or manoeuvring to secure the best vantage point to see the display. Rainbow Dash herself came round to check on the flyers, giving words of encouragement or last minute advice to each as the situation warranted, taking on more of the hooves-on aspects with the team as Spitfire had hung up her flight suit to focus on being their manager. The fiery maned Wonderbolt now handled the event organising, logistics, welfare and all the other aspects of managing a team that rarely received any recognition, but enjoyed showing up for the occasional fitness session when her schedule would allow, just to remind the team that she was still a force to be reckoned with. “So Thunderlane” she began in her trademark rasping voice “How you feelin’ for today’s big show?” “Hey, Dashie” he replied “Good to see you. You looked really neat in this morning’s practice.” The two of them had had a fling some time back, but both had compartmentalised their personal lives from their professional lives and neither showed any hint of favouritism. Emotional attachments within the team were discouraged and had indeed seen the end of many a potentially bright career, but these two had weathered the storm and had lost none of the respect from their team mates. “Reckon you’ve still got it in you,” she teased “Old guy like you?” “Hey, I’ll still fly rings round you even when I’ve got to use a stick!” “Yeah, yeah – in your dreams! Seriously though, good work this morning. Any concerns?” “Only that you’re going to hold me up!” With that, the two hoof bumped and Rainbow went on to catch up with all the other flyers. It was clear that morale was high and everything was in place to give the VIPs the show of the year.
2 Meet the EliteLyra and Bon Bon had agonised about what to wear before leaving home. It wasn’t every day they were going to meet Royalty, so they wanted to look at their most presentable. When they arrived, it was the full red carpet treatment and they were swiftly ushered through all checks and onto the stairs that led up to the raised observation platform that formed the reserved enclosure. Having ascended the few flights of stairs, they emerged to meet an official looking herald who formally announced their arrival. There were some aristocratic looking ponies already there, who briefly looked up from their conversation and doffed their top hats politely. Not wishing to interrupt their discussion, the two new arrivals just drank in the scene from the splendid vantage point afforded by its carefully prepared location and shortly they were approached by a pony bearing champagne flutes on a silver salver. He nodded in due deference to his VIP guests and proffered them to take one. Lyra giggled at the exclusive treatment they were receiving and Bon Bon, keeping her composure took two, one for each with a nod of thanks to the waiter. They had barely clinked glasses in a toast between them when they heard the herald announce the arrival of Princess Cadence and her consort Prince Shining Armor into the VIP enclosure. Lyra had barely recovered from having been accepted into such an exclusive area when she turned on hearing the announcement and saw the Royal couple walking over to see them. Her mouth fell open and she dropped her delicate chamapgne flute as the Princess placed a calming forehoof on her shoulder. “You’d be surprised how often that happens – these glasses aren’t really designed to be hoof held.” Lyra was spellbound and barely noticed the maid scurrying to tidy up on the ground, let alone that the waiter replaced another glass into her hoof. “Princess” said the cream earth pony by way of introduction “May I introduce my partner Lyra …” “And you would be Bon Bon” completed the Princess with an easy smile. “How did you know …” struggled Lyra. “I am the Princess of Love; your devotion to each other is very well known, and I must say it’s such a pleasure to meet you at last.” The Princess is pleased to meet us? thought Lyra, nearly swooning on the spot; Bon Bon reaching in to take her new glass, just to be on the safe side. By the time they had finished a conversation swapping notes about the secrets for a long lasting relationship, Shining Armor was clearly eager to switch the subject to the afternoon’s display flying, taking the opportunity to say that he knew Rainbow Dash through his sister; and when he mentioned that she would be joining them with Celestia later, Lyra nearly fainted. As they had been talking, the herald had announced a series of further arrivals, some of whom they had heard of through the society pages, but throughout it all, the Royal couple kept their attention focused politely on the two guests. Once the conversation reached a natural end, Princess Cadence and Shining Armor went to greet the other important guests who were waiting for their opportunity to engage in small talk with the celebrity couple. Lyra and Bon Bon did not feel excluded by the VIP crowd and found themselves in a whirl of hobnobbing until an expectant hush descended and all eyes pointed one way as a dot in the sky grew larger. When it got closer, a cheer rang out as the most sharp-eyed in the crowd recognised the Royal chariot of the Sun Princess drawn by four handsome white pegasi. The distinctive high backed gold, purple and white chariot made its approach in a slow fly past along the crowd line while the Sun Princess accompanied by her protégé the Princess of Friendship smiled and waved at the adoring ponies gathered below, finally coming to a halt at the entrance to the VIP area. Lyra peered over the edge of the raised enclosure and found herself looking down on the Royal chariot as the passengers disembarked, her wife making very sure that she had a firm hold of the wine glass lest she should drop it accidentally onto either of the Royal Princesses. Lyra’s knees began to turn to jelly as she realised that two more Princesses were now climbing the same stairs that she had done earlier and would shortly be with them. “Your Majesties, Lords, Ladies and Gentlecolts” barked the herald as Lyra started to dissolve “Pray welcome Her Royal Majesty, the Mare of Morning, Princess Celestia of Equestria, Protector of the Realm, Ruler of the Solar Court, Bringer of the Dawn, Empress of the Sun, and Diarch of the Day and Her Royal Majesty, the Princess of Friendship, Princess Twilight of Equestria, Bearer of the Element of Magic.” “Hold me, Bon Bon” was all Lyra could say as Princess Celestia started to mingle amongst the VIP guests, but first to reach them was Twilight who struck up an easy conversation from their shared time together in Ponyville, an interlude that settled Lyra just enough for her not to faint when Celestia came over to introduce herself. Eventually it was time for the display to start and all eyes turned skywards once more to see a number of pegasi fly into the arena, all wearing their trademark aquamarine and gold flight suits, that whilst showcasing their iconic livery still permitted the audience to recognise favoured individuals by their wing, mane and tail colours. The suits allowed full flexibility once fitted but getting them on and off was a feat best accomplished by two working together, however getting to wear one was an aspiration of every pegasus at least at some time in their lives, because it set them apart as being amongst the most proficient and capable display flyers in Equestria. Even when they got too old to put on a flight suit, there was still the sought after gold lapel badge that a former Wonderbolt was entitled to wear long after their flying days were past. A massed flypast soon broke into groups of pairs and triples zipping through impossibly tight gaps at frightening speed and making beautiful patterns in the sky with the trails they left behind. The Royal Sisters having had hundreds of years of flying experience apiece had pushed the limits of their aerial prowess in their time, Luna preferring the familiarity of her night sky to refine her skills, even though it effectively prevented her expertise from ever being seen by anypony else. Indeed, Celestia was admiring the precision of the routines unfolding in front of her, and although she would never have admitted it, still felt the urge to compete. However, such recklessness would not have played well in the eyes of her detractors, so she kept such ambitions firmly under wraps until more enlightened times would prevail once more. Lyra and Bon Bon watched out for the flyer with the two-tone grey and white tail and spiky mane that still seemed stubbornly to stand up even at the speeds he was flying, gasping “Ooooh!” and “Aaaah!” as he pulled off some of the most incredible manoeuvres ever seen by pony eyes. The sky was clear today and so the display took full advantage of the altitude afforded them and on a number of occasions, the couple mistook Thunderlane for some other pony, simply trying to follow the complexity of his routine. It was difficult for an earth pony or unicorn to fully appreciate the exertion that such a dynamic display demanded from a pair of wings hauling a pony’s weight around the sky at speed, and only their fitness and self-discipline kept them going as their admiring public looked on. Everypony watching had received a bumper treat as the display had unfolded, each participant giving their utmost throughout, but the tension was now building once again as they headed towards the finale of the show; a variation on an existing theme devised by, and starring Rainbow Dash. Six ponies formed the petals of the Wonderbolts classic aerial flower while Rainbow summoned all her remaining energy to fly through the centre so fast that she caused a sonic rainboom just as she passed through, highlighting the flower against the stunning backdrop of the rainboom. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” sang Rainbow to herself as she felt the resistance leading up to the bang and then the freedom as she sped through, leaving a multicoloured trail across the sky. The crowd was ecstatic, and even in the generally reserved VIP enclosure, hooves were clapped together in delight at the spectacle. Celestia watched on in admiration, knowing that even at her best she had never achieved a sonic rainboom, and she couldn’t recall anypony else ever having done it before Rainbow Dash, so she still felt a thrill run through her every time she witnessed it. Rainbow slowed and formed up with her colleagues to lead a flypast along the crowd line and soaked up the applause that she thrived on. The display had been good, if exhausting, and she promised herself a rest once she got down. Everypony flying felt the same; the display had been impressive, but this new routine demanded even higher levels of physical fitness than had been required in previous years. Some put it down to lack of pre-season preparedness, whilst others among the more veteran members started to worry about how they would see the season out. As soon as they landed, the flyers were all treated to an ice bath and massage before a quick debrief and then proceeding up to the VIP enclosure to meet the dignitaries. Thunderlane immediately looked for his two guests and made a beeline for them. “Hey, how’s my two favourite Ladies today?” he asked easily. At this, they both gushed their adoration of his skill and their appreciation for his generosity. Whilst happy to accept the praise, he made sure they recognised that the display was a team effort and that Rainbow was really the star, and besides, they were here because of their devotion to his brother’s foalcare. “It’s a pity Rumble couldn’t be here today” said Lyra “He would have really enjoyed it.” “Well, you know it’s a school day” replied Thunderlane “And besides, we’ve got a whole season ahead of us; there’ll be plenty of time yet. Today is just for you guys and Royalty. Talking of which, did you catch up with any of the Princesses?” Bon Bon quickly put down her glass and moved pre-emptively into position to catch Lyra before she could swoon again, and then the mint green unicorn launched into an excited rendition of how she had met not one but three Princesses and how it had all been “Like, so amazing!” During the middle of her animated monologue, Celestia heard her name being repeated excitedly and walked by behind her, giving Thunderlane a wink which he deadpanned, not wishing to interrupt his friend’s enthusiastic flow. As the event began to wind down, the Princesses left to attend their diverse responsibilities and Thunderlane was escorted by his two grateful friends, one each side, back to pick up Rumble from school. Later that night, Thunderlane lay in bed reflecting on his wisecracking banter with Rainbow Dash before the display. “Reckon you’ve still got it in you, old guy like you?” “Hey, I’ll still fly rings round you even when I’ve got to use a stick!” Sleep did not come easy to him as he began to consider the wisdom of his words.
3 Off the Pace“Come on Thunderlane” barked the familiar rasping voice “Pick up the pace, dammit!” He had heard her picking up the other pegasi too, but it had started to seem that his name was more on her lips than anypony else’s, and not in a good way. Following the practice session there had been a debrief in which Rainbow had ripped into everypony, her eyes not dwelling on any one individual for long, but once she had dismissed them all, she made her way over to Thunderlane and once nopony else could see, motioned for him to walk with her. “Hey big fella” she began, her tone quiet and friendly “How are you doin’?” “Not so good by the sounds of it” he replied apologetically. “Hey, it’s a tough routine. You know I value your input; do you think I should trim it back a bit, you know, to make it a bit easier?” “Well that all depends. Am I falling behind, or is everypony else finding it difficult too? I mean, I’m kind of so focused on trying to give my best I’m not really watching anypony else.” “Look, we’ve known each other a long time and I know you value honesty. We’ve got a really strong team and I don’t want to drop anypony, but that doesn’t mean I won’t if I have to. The passes are too close to have somepony not keeping up – you know what I mean? I couldn’t risk a collision, so I would have to drop anypony who doesn’t perform.” She looked straight into Thunderlane’s eyes and then said “Including you.” “Are you saying I’m becoming a danger to the team?” he asked, doing his best to keep the obvious sadness out of his voice. “If you get a bit of spare time, why not go get yourself checked out is all I’m sayin’.” With this, she gave him a friendly nuzzle, draped a wing over him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re still pretty darned amazing in my book” she comforted, but now he knew he was on borrowed time. As soon as the morning practice session was finished, he set off for the hospital with a sense of trepidation to see if they could schedule him in for a check-up and to his surprise said that they could see him immediately, so without any opportunity to think about changing his mind, he was in. He had barely time to give his details to the receptionist before being whisked through to meet a number of white coated unicorns brandishing clipboards. Firstly, he was asked to provide a series of samples which were taken away by humourless individuals to be poked and prodded, then he was connected by wires to a machine with flashing lights and gauges that went “beep” periodically. After a number of physical tests, he was invited to lay on a sterile plastic work table that fed him into a highly technical looking tunnel with more flashing lights and was told to lay still, so he did as he was told. “What was it that the medical community needed with all these flashing lights?” he wondered as he emerged from the machine once more “I wonder if they’ve even got clipboards with flashing lights on just for fun?” Once he got up, he suddenly found that the mad rush to examine bits of him in every minute detail had passed and now all he had to do was wait for the results. He sat in the waiting room and noticed that the other patients waiting all seemed to be so much older or more obviously sick than he was, and felt a fraud for being there, taking doctors’ time when others clearly needed it more than he did. He picked up a copy of the Canterlot Chronicle and sat back to catch up on events while the medical types decided to two decimal places how close to 100% fit he was. After an hour, a serious looking unicorn wearing a badge that said “Dr Stable” approached him flanked by a beautiful looking pink maned assistant wearing the name badge “Nurse Redheart”. “Mr Thunderlane, is it?” he enquired, peering over his glasses. The dark grey pegasus nodded. “Ah, good. Come with me then please.” Thunderlane gave the attractive nurse a winning smile and caught one from her in return, although he sensed that under other conditions her smile could have been a lot more genuine. He started to feel apprehensive. Once inside an office where they had some privacy, Dr Stable sat behind a desk and tapped at the keyboard while the nurse sat close to her patient. “Mr Thunderlane, I am so pleased you were able to come in and see us today; it has given us time to do something about it for you.” The grey stallion looked stunned, so the doctor continued, flashing up an image on the screen. “You see this picture – it shows your chest. And these …” he said pointing “Are your lungs. Notice please this area of shading here …” He felt the nurse move closer to him. “This particular feature is something that is giving us cause for concern.” He felt the earth start to tilt underneath him and dreaded the next few words that were sure to come. “Tell me, have you had problems exercising and maintaining stamina of late?” “Yes” he heard himself say, although it was out before he could stop himself. “I see. Not surprising really. I’m sorry to tell you that you have a condition that needs to be treated quickly before it can become inoperable. We can either open you up to see how bad it is and possibly remove the affected lung if it hasn’t spread to both sides, or treat you with chemicals that will make your mane and tail fall out.” He knew what that meant, but was grateful not to hear the word. Although the doctor gave detailed explanations about the different courses of treatment, Thunderlane didn’t hear any of it and just felt nurse Redheart’s presence by his side. “This means my flying days are over, doesn’t it?” he said, cutting across some detailed procedural explanation that he wouldn’t have understood even at the best of times. “No. If we can treat it, then there’s no reason why you can’t continue to fly, but not for long or for very far.” “But I fly with the Wonderbolts.” “Ah. You’re that Thunderlane. I’m sorry, but whatever happens now, you will never be able to fly competitively again.” Nurse Redheart moved in closer and supported him as his world fell away. “… So in conclusion, come back in a week’s time and tell us which treatment you want to take and we will admit you accordingly” the last words of Dr Stable’s consultation rang in his head. He was stunned. He had recognised that it had got increasingly difficult to get into shape, but had no idea how serious things had become. Why him? What had he ever done to deserve this? He felt dazed and found himself absent-mindedly walking up a familiar path once more, but this time not to drop off or pick up his brother. “Hey Lyra” called Bon Bon “Your coltfriend’s here!” “What?” she called back “Thunderlane?” “Uh huh, hon.” “Oh, come on now” teased her wife “I’ve caught him turning your head too.” “That’s as maybe. He can turn my head, but only you could turn it back again.” The two of them came together for a quick nuzzle and then Lyra went to answer the door. “Hi Ladies. Can we talk?” The tone of his request lacked the usual charm and levity they had both come to expect from him, and immediately captured their attention. “What’s happened?” asked Bon Bon. “Is Rumble OK?” asked Lyra, wide eyed. “No, he’s fine. It’s me. Can we all sit down together?” They showed him to a table and all took seats around it, an air of foreboding hanging heavily over proceedings. He took a moment to compose himself and then looked them both in the eyes “I consider you to be my closest friends, and aside from Rumble, the nearest ponies I have to next of kin.” Lyra put a forehoof to her mouth “Oh Celestia - what’s happened?” He put his hoof up to request silence; he was hurting and wanted to get through what he had to say. “I have to go tell Rainbow Dash that I have flown my last display with the Wonderbolts.” The unflappable Bon Bon now brought her hoof up to cover her mouth in expectation of what was to come. “I have just come from the hospital where they told me that something has developed in my chest and I may have to have a lung removed. That’s provided that it hasn’t spread to both sides, but if it has my problems just got a bit worse.” The mares were silent, tears already forming in Lyra’s golden eyes. “See, if things go bad when they have a look inside me, then there’ll be nopony to look after Rumble. I don’t know how to ask, so I’ll be blunt: would you let me make you his guardians in my will?” Lyra burst into tears and reached over the table to him while Bon Bon got up and moved round to sit next to him, giving him a loving hug as tears started running down her muzzle too. “I’m sorry Ladies. We can pretend I didn’t ask if you would rather.” “Don’t be silly, Thunderlane” said Bon Bon reassuringly. She looked straight at Lyra who sensed instinctively that her input was required and both gave each other a silent nod. “We would be happy to step in and help out” said Bon Bon “Why, we’re almost family after all.” Thunderlane cried tears of relief and happiness that his friends had not let him down in his time of need and his little brother would be looked after, whatever happened. Now he had only to worry about himself, and that thing growing in his chest. When it was time to leave for afternoon practice, Lyra and Bon Bon walked Thunderlane down their path together and each gave him a hug and a kiss before he left to tell Rainbow Dash and Spitfire the news. Now with an understanding of what was wrong with him, he could feel the extra exertion required and for the first-time linked the symptoms to the condition, cursing the disease with every wingbeat. He arrived as normal for the session, but instead of getting changed took Rainbow Dash to one side. “Hey Dashie, got a minute please?” he asked. “Yeah big fella, what’s up?” “I need to talk with you in Spitfire’s office if that’s OK?” Rainbow Dash felt her heart leap at her former lover’s tone and knew that whatever he wanted to say was serious, but covered her own emotions so that the team did not become distracted, delegating responsibility to Soarin to get the training started. They walked in uncharacteristic silence along the corridor to Spitfire’s office and knocked. “Yeah, come in” came a voice they both knew well. Rainbow entered first wearing a look on her face that made Spitfire stop in her tracks, followed shortly by Thunderlane. Instead of the usual impatience she typically displayed when interrupted, something told her to keep quiet while Thunderlane prepared himself for what he had to say, and then it all spilled out; his love of the Wonderbolts, the increasing difficulty to maintain fitness, the diagnosis and the request to stand down from display flying – his love. Rainbow Dash knew what protocol allowed and what it didn’t allow, but the news hit her hard too and she went straight over to give him a hug and hold him close as she tried desperately to hold back her own tears for her former lover’s fate. Spitfire was taken aback by the news and chose to overlook the breach in accepted behaviour knowing about the two flyers’ former connection. She didn’t accept his resignation however, but granted a leave of absence to see how things turned out and also gave assurance that she would ensure that he had a role to play in the continued success of the Wonderbolts whatever the outcome. Rainbow nodded her thanks, but found she couldn’t speak, and silently followed Thunderlane out. She didn’t know whether she needed him or he needed her, but knew that they needed each other this evening; Soarin could run the whole session without her just for once. “Want to hit a bar or go back to my place?” she offered. “I don’t fancy a bar tonight if that’s OK.” “Sure thing. My place; just like old times, huh?” They took off together, more sedately than usual now Rainbow understood Thunderlane’s condition and flew up to her Cloudominium where they had shared so many moments in days gone by. He knew where the key was, but out of respect waited to be let in; it was just as he last remembered on that fateful evening two years ago when they had decided to go their own ways, and the memories hit him like a tsunami. “Fancy a cider?” she asked. “You buyin’?” he responded with his stock response as she filled two mugs. “Nope, it’s on the tab; you can settle up later!” she replied automatically, suddenly questioning if there would be a ‘later’ any more. A strong feeling of what they once shared, and the feeling that they may never have it again gripped her. She looked deep into his eyes, put both forelegs gently around his shoulders and kissed him surprisingly delicately, closing her eyes so that the world couldn’t see, then let her legs drop as one of her forehooves found one of his and she led him into her bedroom.
4 The Die is CastA week after his initial diagnosis from Dr Stable, Thunderlane set off to make the journey to the hospital. Geographically, it wasn’t far, but the distance in terms of what the visit represented was a gulf that he had to bridge through sheer determination and willpower. He was accompanied by those ponies dearest to him, each lending their support and trying to help him be brave to face what lay ahead. Thunderlane had only told his brother that he was going into hospital, but spared him the details; the three mares knew different, each realising that this may be the last time they could share with their friend. As Bearer of the Element of Loyalty, Rainbow respected the bond between the two other mares, but felt she had little in common with them. She did however recognise that they would take good care of Rumble if the worst happened and she had already made it known that in such an event, she would be there to oversee the colt’s flight training personally. Everypony hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Thunderlane entered the building first and reported to the receptionist, flanked by his closest friends and family. He was given a clipboard attached to which were two consent forms; one for either course of action. “The doctor will be with you shortly to go through your options” said the pretty receptionist with a smile. “Hey squirt” said Rainbow, recognising that what was coming was not for Rumble’s ears “Come on and show me your best moves, kid!” Rumble looked up at the Wonderbolts’ charismatic poster pony in awe and happily followed her outside, while she shot Thunderlane a heartfelt glance that conveyed a lifetime of love and respect. He returned her look with one of gratitude; gratitude for the intimate times they had shared, the times they had flown together, and the undoubted loyalty she would show to his brother if he didn’t pull through. No sooner had the rainbow tail shot out of the door than Dr Stable arrived and ushered the grey stallion and his two mare friends into an office where they could go over the details in private. Thunderlane sat impassive as the options were covered once more and the risks of each procedure outlined. Lyra’s forehoof stayed at her mouth, her eyes wide as the clinical details were spelled out, but she kept strong, as did Bon Bon whose stoic demeanour betrayed hidden depths to her personality, not all of which she had disclosed to her wife, but were well known to the other members of a super-secret anti-monster agency in Canterlot. Thunderlane said little, but signed his name on the consent form headed SURGERY, agreeing to the surgeons opening him up and fixing him if they could. Once he had finished, he flipped the page over and signed the next of kin forms listing Rumble, Lyra, Bon Bon and Rainbow Dash in their different capacities and Spitfire as executor to his will should the worst happen. With the paperwork in order he gave the stoic Bon Bon and the now tearful Lyra fond nuzzles farewell, before being led through onto a ward where he was to prepare for surgery. Once he had got into his gown he allowed himself one final look out of the window and saw the four most important ponies in his life; Rainbow Dash carrying Rumble on her back and Bon Bon hugging a grief-stricken Lyra. He was ready. An orderly came in and wheeled him into the anaesthetist’s room where he was laid on a trolley surrounded by unicorns in scrubs. They introduced themselves and one inserted a needle into his foreleg. “This will start to feel cold running up your leg and then you won’t know anything until you wake up again. OK?” said the anaesthetist. “Hey, thanks you guys” said Thunderlane, feeling the chilling numbness creeping up his leg. He still felt perfectly alert as he waited for his gradual slide in to unconsciousness and started to compose some last words that he could be remembered by in case he didn’t wake up. Then, in a flash, he was gone. *** “Hello Mr Thunderlane” said a voice from the swirling fog that clouded his consciousness. “It’s alright. You’re coming round …” he heard, but then it drifted away again. *** “Mr Thunderlane, you’re OK.” It was that voice again, but he still couldn’t focus. “It takes time for the anaesthetic to pass through the system …” *** “Hello Mr Thunderlane, it’s good to have you back with us” said the voice. He turned his head to see a medical orderly watching him closely. “What happened?” he asked. “Oh, it went well. The doctor will see you later to explain what they did, but in the meantime, rest.” He continued his groggy return to consciousness and felt the trolley he was on bump along a corridor until it ended up in a private room where he was left to recover. Just then the pretty nurse with the pink mane came in. He wished he could remember her name, but her name badge was obscured by another of those clipboards that all medical staff seemed to be carrying with them recently. “Hello Thunderlane” she said in a voice that sounded to him as if it had been spun from the purest silk “It’s very nice to see you again.” “I was worried I might die during the operation. Now I know for certain that I did, and I’ve gone to heaven” he quipped. “Oh, you flatterer” she teased “I can tell there’s nothing wrong with you!” When she had made him comfortable, she left to fetch the doctor, leaving him to get used to his surroundings. It was all pretty sterile and unremarkable, but at least he didn’t feel at all bad. “Ah - Mr Thunderlane” said Dr Stable walking into the room with another clipboard “I have to tell you we couldn’t have let that get any worse before it would have been impossible to operate successfully. Fortunately, the disease had not spread across both lungs and we believe we were able to remove all traces by taking out the infected lung. Thank Celestia you came to us when you did!” “So, I’m cured then?” asked Thunderlane. “I didn’t say that, but the early signs are that you should make a good recovery” Dr Stable corrected, playing down any guarantee of future fitness that his patient may have assumed from his positive demeanour. Nurse Redheart gave her patient another of her winning smiles that seemed to glide across her face with such ease, reinforcing the impression that the perspective from the clipboard carrying medical staff was positive, and he relaxed a little. She was a very attractive mare with a very nice smile … Dr Stable went on to outline his recovery time and his expectations once the wounds had healed, and Thunderlane did his best to focus, but found himself more re-assured by his calming tones rather than by the content of what he said. There was no escaping the severity of the operation after all, but the positivity he felt radiating from the two medical professionals in the small room gave him real hope. As afternoon turned into evening there was the sound of a scuffle outside his room that pricked his ears up. It sounded a bit like rush hour at Canterlot Central Station with lots of ponies all jostling amongst each other whilst a lone voice was clearly trying in vain to hold back the tide by informing that visiting hours hadn’t started. He recognised some of the voices and smiled, preparing himself for a flood of visitors. A cyan face with rose coloured eyes peered cheekily around the doorjamb. A second later, a pair of large purple eyes appeared lower down. “Hey big fella, a few of the guys figured you might need some cheering up!” “Bro!” called the other face. And with that, a pile of ponies tumbled in, despite continued protestations from the clipboard carrying orderly. Before it descended into a full scale riot, Thunderlane ushered Rumble onto the bed beside him and waited for the hubbub to die down before recounting the story to his audience of Lyra, Bon Bon and assorted Wonderbolts, all of whom were looking very happy to be there. Once he had finished, it descended into a party and none of the orderlies, whether carrying clipboards or not, decided to brave the rowdy crowd until visiting hours were at an end. The party atmosphere continued for the entire duration of visiting hours, some ponies having managed to sneak some illicit cider into the room and everypony having a really good time recounting their stories. Rumble was given honorary membership of the Wonderbolts and was listening wide-eyed to their daring exploits, while Lyra and Bon Bon found themselves very popular with mares and stallions alike. All too soon, the time had flown away, and the revellers, although delighted to share time with their friend were disciplined enough to recognise that there were others in the hospital, many of whom may not have been looking forward to recoveries like Thunderlane was, and so at the allotted hour began saying their goodbyes without being bidden. One by one, they all filed back out again, each sharing a parting witticism or bawdy comment in their turn. When the numbers had thinned out to the last five guests, Spitfire took her turn: “Hey Thunderlane, just to let you know there’s always a place for you with the Wonderbolts. Rainbow Dash here showed us the importance of loyalty once before, and I’m darned sure we’re not going to lose you on my watch!” Just as he tried to acknowledge the kind offer, Rainbow simply leaned in and covered both of their faces comically with a wing while she used the moment to give a heartfelt if very brief kiss, then she departed with the rest of the Wonderbolts having in that one quick action conveyed more to the patient than words ever could. Lyra and Bon Bon each kissed him too and then Rumble gave his big brother one last hug. “Thank you so much for your help Ladies” said Thunderlane “And you, bro, be sure to take good care of these beautiful Ladies for me.” “He’s a perfect Gentlecolt” said Lyra “Like his brother.” “Oh, now look what you’ve done, bro” he said in mock horror “They can’t tell us apart. Just make sure you don’t blot my copybook is all!” "There's no way they could mix us up" said Rumble quickly "I'm the cute one!" “Not the modest one, then?" said Bon Bon, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "Yeah, maybe I'll grow into that too, some day!" “Well, are you going to escort us home now, you big handsome stallion?” said Lyra, putting a hoof on Rumble’s shoulder, just as Thunderlane would have done if he could have reached. Rumble turned to give his brother one last wave as both mares shot him a final smile farewell and once they had gone he lay back, dreading what the orderly would say when he came to clean up. However, all things being considered, he could live with that – it was just so great to be alive!
5 EpilogueThe display season had gone well. Rainbow Dash did have to trim back some of the extra bits that had made the new routine a little ambitious for some of the flyers, but she realised that she had tailored it for her own capabilities, and it took Spitfire to point out that not everypony was capable of flying to quite that exacting standard. She consoled herself that if the routine hadn’t have been so demanding then it was possible that Thunderlane may not have been diagnosed in time, so it had all worked out for the best. Now, at the last show of the season, Royalty were once again present and a cream earth pony and mint green unicorn were once again in the VIP enclosure, but this time with a light grey pegasus colt proudly wearing his honorary Wonderbolts badge. They were much more at ease with the exclusive company this time and socialising was a lot easier than it had been the first time. The display was stunning and executed to the highest standards for which the Wonderbolts had become famous, drawing the usual awestruck gasps from the audience; the aerobatics proceeding non-stop with something always going on in some corner of the sky while other flyers got into position for the next part of the routine. The crowd was kept entertained without a break as they ran through their complicated manoeuvres, but everypony knew the finale would include a sonic rainboom, and as this was the last show, nopony could guarantee ever seeing one again as it may not feature next season, so they all waited with barely disguised anticipation as the six flyers started to form the aerial flower. Lyra and Bon Bon craned to get a better view while the six petals were formed, and once Rainbow Dash had made her spectacular approach into the centre of the flower and performed the sonic rainboom behind, a lone Wonderbolt with two-tone white and grey mane flew through back towards the crowd, backlit by the colourful rainboom still lingering in its vibrancy. Thunderlane had watched the entire display from a lone cloud left specifically for him and as Rainbow was on her high speed run-in to the aerial flower, he had stepped off and managed his fly-through once she was clear. Even then it had taken all of his effort, but he had managed the one short flight in his prized Wonderbolt suit to say farewell to the crowds – one last time. Spitfire looked up and recalled her last display before hanging up her flight suit to fly a desk instead. That had been a day of mixed emotions, but this swansong was a celebration of Thunderlane and the crowd rose as one to cheer the brave pegasus in his last display before he took an office next to Spitfire - she had been as good as her word and kept him on the team.
