Rewrite the Stars

Waking up in the middle of the night, Rachel groaned softly, having the sudden urge to go to the bathroom after she just fell asleep.

She grunted softly as she climbed out of the bed, trying not to disturb her mate. Wood beneath her feet creaked softly as made her way to the bathroom.

She opens the door and enters. Just as Rachel turned on a light, she jumped at first glance of her reflection and she yelped, colliding into the wall behind her.

"Rachel??" Spike woke up to the shout. She could hear him getting up.

"I'm good… Just scared the living hell out of myself." Rachel calls out to assure him, having a humorless chuckle.

She covered her mouth and shuddered. Still not used to seeing her face looking like a version of Frankenstein's Monster with all the mismash parts of three creatures on one body.

She could not wait for this damn change to be over.

By morning, Rachel was a little more active and was taking a moment to wander outside within the barrier. Taking in the nature around her under a subtle purple hue of the shield surrounding the cabin.

She looks around before she sees a squirrel just roaming the forest floor. It looked confused however on where it was going.

Rachel tilted her head to the side as she watched curiously. Her pony ears tilted backwards, she sniffled the air, getting what it's scent was, coming to know that no one has the exact same scent, lots are similar but no one has the same thing.

When the squirrel stopped just a couple of feet from her to double check its surroundings, Rachel's pupils then shrunk to paper thin strips. Her fork tongue flickered as she felt compelled to crouch and to slowly approach the squirrel.

Once the squirrel senses that it was in danger, it took off and then Rachel suddenly took off.

As Spike was in the middle of chopping some firewood, he hears "Spike!" Echoing the forest.

"Rachel??" He called back out.

"Spike, help me!" Rachel's voice echoed.

Spike cursed, throwing the ax he was using on the chopping block and raced out to find her.

It took no time at all to follow her voice and scent. However when he got to where she was, or where she was supposed to be, he looked confused. "Rachel?" Spike called out for her. "Babe?"

"Up here…" Rachel groans.

Spike looked up to see Rachel was tangled up in vines thirty feet up this tall tree.

"I'm stuck." She said, trying to get herself freed but she couldn't.

Spike snickered before he began laughing at disbelief. "How the hell did you get way up there?" He giggled.

This was a problem but it was funny.

"I-I don't know!" She whines. "I was watching nature and squirrels and next moment I'm up here." Spike was still laughing at this, it was making her more annoyed but it was making him laugh harder.

The squirrel she chased scurried on a branch in front of her, along with several friends.

All of them raised acorns above their heads.

"Uh oh." Rachel eeped.

All the squirrels began to pelt her with acorns.

"Owowow I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Rachel shouts as they throw their nuts at her.

Spike was on the ground, laughing his tail off.

Once the squirrels were satisfied and ran out of acorns they had, the one Rachel was chasing shook its tiny hand at her, making angry chirping noises before they all scurried away.

Rachel hissed at them before she glared down to the ground, seeing her mate still laughing.

Spike by then had tears in his eyes from all that laughter.

The fit lasted two minutes before he managed to stop. He looked up and gave her a smirk before he flew up to her eye level.

"Ya done yet?" Rachel asked with a grunt.

"For now. " He giggled. "I think you went feral and chased that mean ol' squirrel up here. Something we really both need to work on." He said before grabbing the vines and carefully ripped them off to where he caught Rachel and lowered her down.

He then booped her nose and she scrunched her face.

Later on, Rachel was scratching where she got tangled up, sitting on the couch with a book. She turned her head to where Spike was.

"Spike, that's the third time you've reorganized the closet this week." Rachel said.

The closet was just big enough to fit both of their clothes, a dresser used to divide which side was which. Several shelves filled with various knick knacks and whatnots.

"I know, but it can be improved." Spike said as he took some stuff out and set them aside.

"Think after doing everything for Twilight, you're bored." Rachel said.

"No, I'm not bored. I just need to keep busy." He said as he went back in.

"Fridges stocked up for the next two months, an abundance of firewood chopped. Reorganize the pantries, rearrange the living space and move that piano twice, you're keeping yourself busy alright."

Spike kept on doing what he's doing, reaching to the top shelf and grabbed some stacks of paper.

He immediately recognized some of Rachel's art style. "Oh, hey, these are neat." He said, coming over to Rachel, sitting down next to her with the stuff.

Rachel looks at him before looking down at her old artworks. "You always say that."

"Yeah, because it's true. " Spike said, giving her a playful nudge before looking through them.

A lot of charcoal sketches of the forest, the cabin. Most were landscaping before one caught his eye.

It looked to be an old temple, someplace he didn't recognize. There were humans in lab coats walking around in an angle where it looked like they were drawn from above.

Some huge pillars were in the sketch and they had these ancient hieroglyphics etched on them.

It looked oddly similar to the markings he saw back at the Dragonlands.

"Hey Rach, where's this from?" Spike asked, showing her the sketch.

Rachel looked at the picture and studied it. "Huh, this is a very old one." She said, "Uh, back in my old world, the portal to come here is based at this really old temple. I was fifteen when I drew this during the Two Hundred Applications Trials. It was freaky though because I heard whispers in the walls."

Spike raised a brow at that. "You heard whispers? Maybe it was the workers you heard?"

"Most spoke mostly English, some Spanish and I think a couple of Russians but this was in a language I didn't recognize. It was like it wanted me to follow." Rachel said, scratching her wrist. "Kinda hard to follow when the archeologists who were also in that place blocked off a lot of access points."

"Huh." Spike said, taking the picture back and looking at it. He then looked through more artwork before finding an artwork that was more recent.

It was the cabin, but he could see there was more added to the building itself. It looked bigger and even had another story built on it. There were a couple of renditions of the cabin.

"What about this one?" Spike asked, showing them to her.

She tapped the pages. "This was done a month before you asked me to move in." Rachel said.

"You were thinking of adding on more here?"

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, I had considered moving in here before you asked me. Been considering it for a while actually. So I did a few rough sketches."

Spike hummed as he looked at the renditions. "It is pretty small here as is."

"Obviously." Rachel said, pushing her bangs out of her face.

"We could do it, you know." Spike said, looking at her. "Be a good project to do."

"You're talking as if we're gonna stay here permanently."

"Maybe I am."

Rachel looked at him. "You're serious?"

Spike nodded. "I am, even when everything with Blueblood and the humans thing is over, this could be our place… A home for us."

Rachel didn't know what to say so she just let him speak more.

Spike sat the stuff on the coffee table and turned to her. "I mean it, Rachel. This could be a home for us. We're here anyway and it's a lot more peaceful here."

"Okay, but what about Twilight and the other's?" Rachel asked.

"What about them?"

"Well, with Twilight, you've been with her since she hatched you basically. Even though you're mad at her still, she's your sister and the two of you are family. You also love the other girls. You sure you want to be away from them?"

Spike sighed softly before reaching out and grabbed her hands and held them. "They have their own lives to live. I knew someday I would have to start living mine and I want you there. It doesn't even have to be here. It could be anywhere but really, my life doesn't need to revolve around them 24/7." He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them. "After nearly losing you, I can't imagine anywhere else where I would rather be."

Rachel blushed a little while he spoke.

"After everything you've been put through, throughout your life, wouldn't you want a place called home. To have a family here of our own?" Spike felt himself blushing when he said that.

Though he was raised by wonderful ponies, Spike thought of having his own family. The dreams of having children with Rachel continued to swim in his brain. He wants that to come true. Even more than hunting Blueblood down.

"I don't know what to say." Rachel said softly.

"Please say yes." He responded, waiting for her response.

Rachel considers it for a moment before giving him a nod. "Yes."

Spike goes to kiss her before his phone begins to ring.

Spike dug into his pockets and pulled it out. "It's Brimstone. He probably wants an update." He said getting up.

"You gonna tell him that I went feral on a squirrel?" She asked him.

"No." Spike lied with a huge smirk before he went outside to talk to the stallion. Rachel groaned loudly and sank into the cushion of the couch, covering her face in embarrassment.

Spike stepped outside with the phone and answered. "Hey Professor, nice to hear from you again, how's everything?"

"Process of moving the facility somewhere else. It's gotten dicey here to the point our lives are threatened." Brimstone responded on the other side.

Spike grimaced at that. "This is getting really out of hand."

"It is. We've also received word that troops are stationed on the other side, we're about to enter a new dark chapter I'm afraid." The old stallion said. Sounds of a train horn echoed. "You and Rachel will be informed where the new facility is later. Speaking of which, how's her change coming?"

Spike sighed heavily. "Slow. She's doing good now but I can tell she's pretty miserable. I'm doing what I can to help her… Speaking of which. "

He told Brimstone of his mate breathing fire and having her moment with angry squirrels.

"Sounds like she is having more dragon qualities than pony. Which means the pony magic within her is taking over more. I'll be swinging by soon before heading for the new facility to check things out."

Oh Spike was almost ecstatic to hear he was coming. Which meant he'll get to have a talk before Brimstone sees Rachel.

"Okay, I'll come and pick you up." Spike said.

"I'll be there sometime tomorrow or Thursday. I'll send when. Give Rachel my regards to her."

"Yes sir. Have a good evening." Spike said before they hung up.

On one hand, he was glad to have a moment to talk to him face to face, but on the other hand, news of what was an oncoming invasion was not good. Blueblood causing trouble within both sides that escalated to this.

"Damnit." He muttered.

Debating to tell his mate that, Spike pockets the phone and heads back in. "Rachel, hey I just got off...Rachel?"

He sees Rachel crouching over with her back turned to him in a corner. There was the sound of her crunching on something.

At first she didn't hear him. As he slowly walked over to her, he looked at the top cabinet and stiffened.

He had hidden some gems when they came here in the top cabinet. He had just placed them up there the other day and the doors were wide open.

"Uh, baby??" Spike called out again, and again she didn't respond.

When he got close, Rachel snapped her head towards him with an animalistic expression on her face, she growled and hissed, baring her teeth at him, clutching to his precious gems to her chest with bits of yellow gem around her lips.

"Whoa!" Spike jumped. He backs up as feral Rachel stood, still growling at him. "Rachel, baby, it's me, okay." He put his hands out as she took a step closer to him. "Rachel!"

She didn't respond to him, taking a few more steps before she suddenly stopped. Spike could tell she was snapping out of it, shaking her head.

"Spike?" Rachel blinked in confusion before she looked at the gems she had and let out a gasp, dropping them on the floor. "Oh no, oooh no." She covered her mouth, still tasting those yummy gems on her tongue.

"You good?" He asked, eyeing at what gems he had left - which wasn't a lot like three left. He stared at her as if she grew fifteen arms.

SHE ATE MY GEMS?!? Spike thought as he stared at her.

"You ate my gems…" he whispered.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I suddenly got hungry and I was looking at what we got and I found your gems. I tried and… " Rachel started to tear up. "I'm sorry. "

Spike took several long deep breaths before he wrapped his arms around his mate. "It's okay… It's okay… But woman, get your own damn gems." He was aggravated and very tensed that she actually did that but he can't get really mad at her with what she's going through.

But dammit not his gems!

Don't touch another dragon's gems!