The Midas Plan

by Sirtoad

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Crossover, Human
Length: 3692

Jack Reacher kills bad guys, then sojourns to a new land.

When Rainbow Dash interrupts waffle time, it becomes clear to ex-military cop Jack Reacher that his wanderings will take him much further than the boundaries of earth.

Published 2024-05-27 23:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-05-27 23:20:00 UTC

Chapter 1

Jack Reacher, the former military policeman turned drifter, found himself in the midst of a bustling New York City subway station. His towering frame and rugged appearance drew a few curious glances, but most commuters were too engrossed in their own worlds to notice the imposing figure amongst them.

As Reacher boarded the train, he took in his surroundings with a practiced eye. The subway car was a mix of the usual city dwellers: a young woman absorbed in her book, a tired businessman with his eyes half-closed, a group of teenagers chatting animatedly, and a middle-aged man nervously glancing around. Reacher positioned himself near the door, leaning against the metal pole, his senses alert despite his seemingly relaxed posture.

The train lurched forward, and Reacher's mind began to wander. He thought about the case that had brought him to the city. A missing persons report, a suspiciously clean crime scene, and a sense that things weren't quite what they seemed. His instincts told him that the answers he sought were somewhere in this sprawling metropolis, hidden in plain sight.

As the subway roared through the tunnels, Reacher’s eyes were drawn to the nervous man. Something about him felt off. The man's hand trembled as he fiddled with his phone, his eyes darting to the door at every stop. Reacher's instincts, honed from years of military and investigative experience, kicked into high gear. He subtly shifted his stance, ready to act if necessary.

The train pulled into the next station, and the doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The nervous man abruptly stood up, his movements jerky and anxious. Reacher followed him off the train, maintaining a careful distance. The station was crowded, but Reacher's focus was unyielding. He saw the man disappear into a stairwell and quickened his pace.

Up on the street level, the city's noise and chaos enveloped them, but Reacher's quarry was still in sight. The man ducked into a narrow alleyway, and Reacher followed, his hand instinctively reaching into his jacket pocket where his weapon rested. As he rounded the corner, he was met with a sight that confirmed his suspicions: a shady exchange taking place, with the nervous man handing over a small package to a thug.

Reacher moved swiftly and decisively, his presence alone enough to startle the men. Within moments, he had the situation under control, the package in his hand. He opened it to reveal a stash of illegal substances – the missing piece of his puzzle.

With the thugs detained and the package secured, Reacher's thoughts turned back to the subway. The city's veins, carrying its lifeblood of secrets and stories, had once again led him to the truth. For Jack Reacher, the subway wasn't just a means of transportation; it was a conduit to the answers he sought, the hidden pathways that would always draw him deeper into the mysteries of the world around him.

Jack Reacher stood on the crowded New York City subway platform, his keen eyes scanning the throngs of people. He was supposed to meet an old military buddy for coffee, but his instincts pulled him in another direction. Amid the sea of commuters, one man stood out: a disheveled figure with a shifty demeanor and a bulging jacket pocket that screamed "trouble."

The man boarded the train, and Reacher followed, maintaining a casual distance. Inside the subway car, Reacher positioned himself near the middle, holding onto a strap while keeping the suspect in his peripheral vision. The train jerked into motion, the lights flickering briefly. Reacher watched as the man fidgeted, casting nervous glances around the car.

Two stops later, the man abruptly exited. Reacher, moving with practiced ease, slipped out just before the doors closed. He trailed the man up the stairs and into the chaotic streets above. The suspect weaved through the crowd with purpose, occasionally looking over his shoulder. Reacher stayed a few paces behind, his presence a shadow among shadows.

The man turned down an alleyway. Reacher followed, his senses on high alert. The alley was narrow and lined with overflowing trash bins, the perfect place for an ambush. Reacher’s hand brushed the reassuring weight of his folding knife in his pocket, his steps silent on the cracked pavement.

Ahead, the man stopped at a rusty door, knocking in a specific rhythm. Reacher moved closer, pressing himself against the wall, just out of sight. The door creaked open, and the man slipped inside. Reacher waited a beat, then approached the door. It had almost closed, but Reacher caught it with his foot, easing it open just enough to peek through.

Inside, the dimly lit room reeked of stale sweat and fear. The man was speaking in hushed tones to a burly figure with a scar running down his face. On a table between them lay a map and several photos. Reacher’s eyes narrowed as he recognized one of the locations – a storage facility that had recently been the site of a string of break-ins.

Reacher decided it was time to make his presence known. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. The two men looked up, startled. The scarred man reached for a gun on the table, but Reacher was faster. He crossed the room in two long strides, disarming the thug with a swift, practiced motion.

The suspect tried to flee, but Reacher caught him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Going somewhere?" Reacher’s voice was low and menacing. The man stammered, his eyes wide with fear.

Reacher's interrogation was short and efficient. Within minutes, he had the information he needed: a smuggling ring operating out of the storage facility, with plans for a major heist. Reacher bound the men and made an anonymous call to the police, tipping them off to the location.

As he walked away, Reacher felt a grim satisfaction. Once again, his instincts had led him to the heart of the matter. The city was full of bad guys, but as long as Jack Reacher was around, they would never get too comfortable.

Jack Reacher, blending into the crowd at Times Square, felt the familiar twinge of his instincts alerting him to trouble. Amid the mass of tourists and street performers, a group of men moved with purpose, their eyes scanning the crowd with predatory focus. Reacher, his military-honed instincts sharp as ever, recognized the signs of a coordinated effort.

He zeroed in on the leader, a tall man with a military haircut and a cold, calculating demeanor. The leader and his two accomplices wore dark jackets, their hands often brushing against concealed holsters. Reacher’s keen eye caught the bulge of firearms hidden beneath their coats.

Keeping a safe distance, Reacher followed the group as they wove through the crowd, heading toward a less crowded street. He knew better than to make his presence known. Patience and stealth were his allies now. The men turned down a side street and into a narrow alley lined with dumpsters and fire escapes.

Reacher slipped into the shadows, using the cover of a parked van to observe. The men stopped at a nondescript door, one of them knocking in a deliberate pattern. The door opened, and they disappeared inside. Reacher moved closer, his footsteps silent on the cracked pavement.

Peering through a grimy window, Reacher saw the men enter a dimly lit room filled with crates and tables cluttered with weapons and electronic equipment. The leader was speaking to a fourth man, evidently the boss, who handed over a briefcase. The exchange was tense, the air thick with the implication of violence.

Reacher crouched lower, shifting his position to get a better view. He watched as the men opened the briefcase, revealing stacks of cash and what looked like a detailed blueprint of a bank. This wasn’t a simple exchange; it was the planning stage of a major heist.

Reacher’s mind raced as he pieced together their intentions. The bank was a high-security facility, but these men were professionals, equipped and ready for a dangerous operation. He knew he had to act, but rushing in alone would be reckless. He needed to catch them in the act, with undeniable evidence.

As the men finalized their plans, Reacher recorded their conversation on his phone, capturing every detail. He noted their movements, the layout of the room, and the weapons they had at their disposal. His priority was to get this information to the authorities without tipping off the criminals.

The meeting concluded, and the men began to disperse. Reacher slipped back into the shadows, retreating to a safe distance. He watched as they exited the building, splitting up to avoid suspicion. Reacher followed the leader, knowing he was the key to unraveling the entire operation.

Reacher tracked him to a nearby safe house, noting the address and any distinguishing features. Once he was sure the man was settled inside, Reacher made his move. He found a payphone and called a trusted contact in the police department, relaying everything he had observed and recorded.

The next few hours were a blur of coordinated police activity. Reacher watched from a distance as the safe house was raided, the men arrested, and the evidence seized. His work done, Reacher faded back into the city, just another face in the crowd. But he knew he had made a difference, thwarting a dangerous group before they could wreak havoc.

For Jack Reacher, it was another day in a life dedicated to justice, a relentless pursuit of those who operated in the shadows.

Jack Reacher’s day had taken a dark turn. What had started as a routine walk through the streets of New York City had quickly become something far more sinister. He'd spotted the same group of men he'd been tracking for a while, but this time, he witnessed something that made his blood boil.

Reacher followed the men down a deserted alley. They were rough, brutish figures, and their actions spoke volumes about their character. They accosted a young woman, hurling vile insults and shoving her roughly against the wall. When she tried to fight back, they laughed and hit her. As if that wasn’t enough, one of the men kicked a stray cat that had wandered too close, sending it yowling into the shadows.

Reacher's patience snapped. He was no stranger to violence, but cruelty to the helpless was something he could not abide. He shadowed them to an abandoned warehouse where they laughed about their misdeeds, their guards down in the absence of onlookers.

Inside the warehouse, the dim light cast long shadows over the men as they boasted and drank. Reacher moved like a ghost, his presence undetected. He picked his first target: the man who had kicked the cat. The thug was near the back, separated from the others. Reacher struck swiftly, wrapping an arm around the man's neck and snapping it in a single, brutal motion. The body dropped silently to the floor.

Reacher moved on to the next man, a hulking brute who had laughed the loudest at the woman’s cries. Reacher approached from behind, grabbing a length of rusty chain from a nearby shelf. With a swift, forceful motion, he wrapped the chain around the man’s throat and pulled tight. The man struggled, clawing at the chain, but Reacher's grip was unyielding. Within moments, the man was lifeless on the ground.

The remaining two men were alerted by the noise. They spun around, guns drawn, but Reacher was already moving. He lunged at the nearest one, slamming his head into a steel support beam with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed as the man crumpled, his skull shattered.

The last thug, realizing the deadly reality of the situation, tried to flee. Reacher grabbed him, slamming him against the wall. "Who are you working for?" Reacher's voice was a low growl, filled with menace.

The thug, terrified and bleeding, babbled incoherently. Reacher tightened his grip. "Talk."

Through his fear, the man spilled everything. They were part of a larger syndicate, planning a series of violent crimes across the city. Names, locations, plans – the thug gave it all up in a desperate attempt to save his life.

Satisfied with the information, Reacher stepped back. The thug, thinking he was about to be spared, sighed in relief. But Reacher's face remained hard. "You're not walking away from this," he said coldly. With one swift, decisive motion, he ended the man's life.

Reacher collected their guns, ensuring they couldn’t be used by anyone else. He wiped them clean of prints and left them in a dumpster far from the scene. As he walked away, the grim satisfaction of justice served settled over him. Reacher wasn’t one to relish violence, but some people simply didn’t deserve mercy.

With the information he had gleaned, Reacher contacted the authorities anonymously, providing them with the details of the syndicate’s operations. The city would be a little safer tonight, thanks to his brutal but necessary actions.

Reacher faded back into the city's anonymity, ready for whatever came next, knowing he'd done what was needed to protect the innocent and punish the guilty.

Jack Reacher sat in a small, unassuming diner on the outskirts of the city, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The diner was a throwback to simpler times, with checkered floors, vinyl booths, and a jukebox playing classic rock. Reacher had ordered a stack of waffles, their golden surface glistening with butter and syrup, a small indulgence after a hard day’s work.

As he dug into his breakfast, the bell above the diner's door jingled, and a sudden rush of wind swept through the room. Reacher looked up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected draft. To his surprise, standing in the doorway was a vibrant, blue-coated pegasus with a rainbow mane. It was Rainbow Dash, a character seemingly ripped from the pages of a children’s storybook, now very much real and very much out of place in the gritty urban landscape.

Rainbow Dash scanned the room with a mix of confusion and determination before her eyes landed on Reacher. With a flap of her wings, she soared over to his booth, landing gracefully on the seat opposite him.

“Hey there! You must be Jack Reacher,” she said, her voice filled with the same confident energy that matched her appearance.

Reacher, unfazed by the surreal situation, nodded slowly. “That’s me. And you’re Rainbow Dash, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You got it!” she replied, flashing a grin. “I heard you’re the guy to go to when there’s trouble. And, well, there’s some serious trouble going on.”

Reacher leaned back, his interest piqued. “What kind of trouble?”

Rainbow Dash’s expression turned serious. “There’s a group of bad guys causing chaos in Equestria. They’re not from our world, and they’re way more dangerous than anything we’ve dealt with before. Twilight Sparkle and the others are doing their best, but we could really use some help.”

Reacher took a moment to process the situation. Normally, he dealt with human adversaries, but the principles of justice and protection were universal. He finished his bite of waffle and set his fork down.

“Alright,” he said, his tone resolute. “I’m in. What’s the plan?”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes sparkled with relief. “First, we need to get back to Equestria. Twilight’s working on a spell to bring us back, but it’s a one-way ticket. Once we’re there, we’ll brief you on everything.”

Reacher nodded, already thinking ahead. “Lead the way.”

With a nod, Rainbow Dash led Reacher out of the diner and into an open space outside. She touched a pendant around her neck, and a shimmering portal began to form in the air.
“Here we go!” she said, flapping her wings excitedly.

Jack Reacher and Rainbow Dash stood outside the diner, the portal to Equestria shimmering before them. Rainbow Dash glanced back at the diner wistfully, her stomach growling audibly.

"Hey, Jack," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and hope, "do you think I could have some of your waffles? I haven’t eaten anything since I got here, and those waffles looked really good."

Reacher looked at her, then at the portal. "Buy your own damn waffles," he said gruffly.

Rainbow Dash pouted, her wings drooping slightly. "I don’t have any earth money," she admitted. "But I’ll pay you back in Equestrian currency once we get there. I promise."

Reacher studied her for a moment. He had a soft spot for those in need, especially when they were as earnest as Rainbow Dash. With a resigned sigh, he nodded. "Alright, fine. Let’s go back in and get you some waffles."

Just as they turned to re-enter the diner, a dark shadow loomed over them. They looked up to see Batman, his cape billowing in the wind, standing on the roof of the diner. He dropped down with a silent grace, landing between them and the door.

"Reacher," Batman growled, his voice a deep rumble. "You interfered in my investigation. Those men you killed were my leads."

Reacher crossed his arms, unflinching. "Those men were scum. They deserved what they got."

Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl. "You’re out of line. Vigilante justice makes you no better than them."

Rainbow Dash, sensing the tension, flapped her wings and hovered between them. "Hey, hey, let’s not fight here. We’ve got bigger problems. Jack’s coming with me to help save Equestria."

Batman’s gaze shifted to Rainbow Dash, momentarily surprised by her presence. "Equestria?" he asked, his tone softening slightly.

"Yeah," Rainbow Dash said. "We’re on a tight schedule. Jack’s helping us with some really bad guys over there. And I’m really hungry, so can we please get some waffles first?"

Batman looked back at Reacher. For a moment, the two men stood in silence, each assessing the other. Finally, Batman stepped aside. "Get your waffles," he said. "But remember, Reacher, there are consequences for stepping outside the law."

Reacher nodded. "Noted. But my priority is stopping bad guys, no matter where they are."

Batman glanced at Rainbow Dash. "I hope you know what you’re getting into."

Rainbow Dash nodded vigorously. "Absolutely. Jack’s a hero where I come from, just like you. And he’s already proven he’s willing to help."

With a final, measured look at Reacher, Batman melted back into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.

Reacher and Rainbow Dash returned to the diner. The waitress gave them a curious glance as they sat back down, but she didn’t ask questions. Reacher ordered another plate of waffles for Rainbow Dash.

As they ate, Rainbow Dash smiled brightly. "Thanks, Jack. You’re a real friend."

Reacher gave a rare smile in return. "Just make sure you have my back when we get to Equestria."

Rainbow Dash nodded vigorously, her mouth full of waffle. "You bet I will!"

Jack Reacher watched as Rainbow Dash enthusiastically devoured her plate of waffles, a side of sausage, and some bacon. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she tasted the different foods, clearly enjoying her first meal on Earth.

“These are really tasty!” she exclaimed between bites. “What are they?”

Reacher leaned back in his booth, watching her with a bemused expression. “That’s sausage and bacon,” he replied.

Rainbow Dash froze mid-chew. “Bacon? Sausage? You mean… like, meat?”

Reacher nodded. “Yeah. From pigs.”

Her eyes widened, and she stared at the rest of her meal with a mix of horror and revulsion. She managed a few more reluctant bites of her waffles before pushing the plate away. “I think I’m done,” she said, trying to suppress her queasiness.

Just then, the waitress approached their table, ready to clear their plates. She looked down at Rainbow Dash, blinked, and then stared, her mouth dropping open. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered, “am I seeing things? Is that… Rainbow Dash?”

Rainbow Dash gave an awkward smile, waving a hoof. “Uh, hey there.”

The waitress squealed with delight, nearly dropping the plates she was holding. “I can’t believe it! You’re real! I love My Little Pony! I have all the DVDs and toys and everything!”

Rainbow Dash shifted uncomfortably in her seat, while Reacher remained stoic, though clearly aware of the awkwardness.

“Can I get a picture with you?” the waitress asked excitedly, her phone already in her hand.

Rainbow Dash glanced at Reacher, who gave a slight nod. “Uh, sure,” she said, forcing a smile.

The waitress quickly snapped a selfie with the bewildered pegasus, her excitement barely contained. “This is amazing! Thank you so much!”

“Yeah, no problem,” Rainbow Dash said, standing up from the booth. “But we really need to get going.”

Reacher stood as well, leaving some cash on the table to cover their meal. “Thanks for the food,” he said to the waitress, who was still beaming with excitement.

They stepped out of the diner, Rainbow Dash letting out a sigh of relief as they put some distance between themselves and the overly enthusiastic waitress. The portal to Equestria still shimmered in the alley, waiting for them.

“Ready?” Reacher asked.

“Definitely,” Rainbow Dash replied. “Let’s get out of here.”
Reacher nodded, already thinking ahead. “Lead the way.”

Reacher, ever the pragmatist, took a deep breath and stepped through the portal after her, leaving the city and his half-eaten waffles behind. In an instant, the gritty urban environment dissolved, replaced by the vibrant, magical world of Equestria.

The adventure ahead would be unlike any Reacher had ever faced, but he was ready. Whether in a concrete jungle or a fantastical land of magic, his mission remained the same: to protect the innocent and bring justice to the wicked.

Together, they stepped through the portal, the familiar sights and sounds of the city fading away as they entered the vibrant, magical world of Equestria. Reacher took in the new surroundings, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, while Rainbow Dash, still a bit unsettled from her meal, focused on the mission at hand. They had work to do, and Reacher was determined to bring his brand of justice to this new and wondrous place.