Spitfire eyed the stack of papers on her desk with a sigh and a glare as she folded her sunglasses and set them down on her desk.

Spitfire grumbled a curse word to herself before picking a pen and dragging the pile closer to her.

“More fun stuff?” Fleetfoot nudged the door open with a grin and Spitfire shot her a glare before gesturing to the sign that said knock before entering, clearing her throat. “Oh, right. I forgot how much a bitch you can be about knocking.”

Spitfire said nothing as Fleetfoot trotted out of the room, closing door behind her as Spitfire scowled slightly at the door. If anypony on her team other than Fleetfoot had called her a bitch, Spitfire would have slapped them with cleaning the bathrooms for a month.

She did occasionally punish Fleetfoot when the pegasus annoyed her enough. Which, admittedly was fairly often. And considering this was the fourth time today Fleetfoot had dropped by, Spitfire had a feeling she knew who would be on cleanup duty.

Fleetfoot pounded on the door, elicting a tired sigh from Spitfire as she inhaled.

“Enter!” Spitfire snapped and set down her pen. Fleetfoot walked back in with her trademark shit eating grin on her face.

“Happy now?” Fleetfoot grinned at her as she dropped in the chair across from Spitfire, kicking the door closed with a hindleg. “So Spitty. How ya been?”

“Fine. You?” Spitfire continued working as Fleetfoot toyed with a pen on the desk. “Leave my shit alone Fleetfoot. Thank you.”

“Fine. And I’ve been good. Just hanging out, keeping Soarin in line.”

Spitfire snorted as she hid a faint smile on her muzzle behind her hoof.

“If you bring up you liking him again, I’m gonna raise hell,” Spitfire threatened with a smirk.

“It’s not like he likes me anyway,” Fleetfoot sighed and Spitfire’s smile faded as she leaned back in chair, setting down her pen with a click. “I’m pretty sure he’s all over Watermelody. He always talks about her with Sunchaser.”

Spitfire did admit, Watermelody and Soarin did spend a fair amount of time together. She personally wanted to stay far away from that potential love triangle to the best of her ability.

“I don’t know,” Spitfire admitted finally and spun around in her chair. “They’re definitely friends, I know that much. They have been since the Summer Sun Celebration.”

“You think they are-” Fleetfoot was cut off by Spitfire’s upraised hoof.

“I’m gonna stop you right there. I’ve know you two before even got our cutie marks when we were kids in flight school. You two are my oldest friends and I really don’t want to know about your sex lives, if you have any. I definitely don’t wanna know about Soarin’s. He’d probably be into some weird shit, like covering a mare in apple pie and licking it off.”

“That was descriptive,” Fleetfoot noted. “But no, I was going to ask if they’re hanging out tomorrow after he gets off shift.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Moving on,” Spitfire coughed into her hoof with a blush. “I have an active imagination. Anyway, I don’t wanna hear about his sex life. I guess I can tolerate yours if I’m drunk enough-” Spitfire’s eyes drifted to her cupboard that she kept locked that held various liquors and alcoholic beverages. “But that’s something for later. In all honesty, you two have known me longer than anypony. Other than my sisters. Hell, you two have known Blaze and Sunset longer than any of the Bolts.”

“Yeah the two are bad asses,” Fleetfoot conceded with a nod. “What’s with your mom and raising bad ass kids?”

“Hmph. You’re trying too hard. What do you want, Fleetfoot?”

“Whatever are you talking about?” Fleetfoot smiled innocently and Spitfire simply raised an eyebrow in response.

“Cut the bullshit.”

“You have a filthy mouth, you know that?” Fleetfoot asked and Spitfire shot her an incredulous look.

“You’ve said far worse sober. Don’t you give me that. Like the time you and Rapid spent a night in jail after the show in Los Pegasus.”

“Still can’t believe they wouldn’t let you and Silver Zoom bail us out right then. Stupid processes,” Fleetfoot grumbled and crossed her forelegs. “I give you two an A for effort though. Anyway, you always could read me. Stupid element of harmony. I want to be scheduled for patrol tomorrow evening with Soarin.”

“I swear to Celestia, you two better be on your best behavior and not play around,” Spitfire threatened as she overlooked her schedule on the wall. “I could swap you and Lightning around though I might hear about it later.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Fleetfoot promised. “On my dead mom’s grave.”

“Your mom isn’t dead. We saw her three months ago,” Spitfire shot back dryly. Fleetfoot opened her mouth to reply. “Your dad isn’t dead either.”

Fleetfoot closed her mouth as Spitfire turned back to face the mare who gave her a hopeful grin.

“Fine, you can work with him tomorrow. Don’t make me regret this,” Spitfire warned as Fleetfoot nodded. “Now get the hell out of my office. You’ve been in here almost all day. I have to get going for a get together with Twilight and the others.”

“Yes ma’am!” Fleetfoot snapped a salute off before jumping off her chair. “Oh, and Spitfire?”

“What now?”

“Thanks a million for this. I appreciate it and you.”

“Shut up and don’t get sappy. That’s weird.”

Spitfire stretched out on the couch inside Watermelody’s house with a sigh as she rested a hoof on her glass that contained an amber liquid.

“It doesn’t smell in here anymore,” Twilight noted from her spot next to Watermelody and High Winds. “That’s a plus.”

“Why would it smell in here?” Wallflower asked as Twilight and Watermelody both turned red.

“Because she got really drunk and kissed me a couple days after that near world ending event we had. I thought only Sunset was into mares in the group,” Twilight shot Watermelody a smirk as the mare grew redder and slumped down in her seat.

“I’m straight!” Watermelody shot back with a annoyed look. “The cider and whiskey is equal opportunity. I myself am very much so into stallions.”

“She ain’t wrong,” High Winds snickered and set down her wine glass. “Speaking of Sunset, where is she?”

Wallflower pointed at the window with a hoof where the unicorn was wiping off Watermelody’s windows as the other gave the earth pony artist flat looks.

“You’re making her clean your windows? Why?” Twilight asked with a raised eyebrow and Watermelody exhaled.

“Believe me, I didn’t want to. She damn near forced me into it with how much begging she was doing. Something about earning her keep? I’m not really sure, but it got to the point of awkwardness,” Watermelody scratched the back of her mane with a frown.

“She stopped by and tried to garden for me,” Wallflower said quietly and her eyes flicked nervously to Spitfire. “It was uh, interesting to say the least.”

“She organized all of Spike’s comics,” Twilight added and tapped a hoof against her chin. “And my books till three am. I don’t know how she slept.”

“So that’s why I found her passed out on my couch,” High Winds mused with a frown. “I didn’t even think she knew where I lived. We all moved our cloud houses over here after the move. I didn’t think she could walk on clouds either.”

“Well, she is part pegasus. She can’t manipulate clouds or the weather like us, but she can walk on clouds and sleep on em,” Spitfire answered and cracked her neck. “Why don’t you go talk to her?”

Wallflower stood up and Spitfire’s wing snapped out to block her from leaving as the others stared.

“Not you. Them,” Spitfire jerked her head to Watermelody, Twilight and High Winds. “You’re staying in here.”

Wallflower gulped nervously and sat down across from her in a bright pink chair that she honestly thought was hideous as Twilight and the other two walked out, Twilight shooting them a wary look.

Wallflower traced a hoof on her leg as the door shut quietly, Spitfire staring at her in silence.

“So,” Spitfire broke the awkward silence and folded her wings on her back. “Spike and my sister said you’re afraid of me.”

“M-maybe?” Wallflower offered weakly with a small smile.

“Why?”

“Uhm,” Wallflower mumbled and continued staring down at her lap as Spitfire waited patiently. Patience that she was quickly losing. “You’re intimidating. You’re so confident of yourself and brave and strong. Everything I wish I could be.”

Spitfire sat quietly as she watched Wallflower finish speaking before she sighed and nodded.

“I’m sorry. This is my personality and I can’t change that. But you can work on that. And you’re pretty damn brave in my eyes,” Spitfire smirked slightly at Wallflower as the green mare gave her a confused look.

“Uhm how?”

“Remember? You were going into the Everfree after Luna alone for messing up your garden. And then you proceeded to beat her with a stick you found repeatedly. Brave in my eyes,” Spitfire shrugged and grinned. “You’re braver than you think Wallflower.”

“R-really?” Wallflower asked and Spitfire nodded quickly.

“I’m no better than anypony because of my Wonderbolt status. Don’t let anypony put you down for being you. If they do, find me and I’ll sort em out for you.”

Wallflower shuddered slightly at the angry seeming expression before Spitfire relaxed slightly and patted her on the shoulder.

“Tomorrow morning, meet me at Wonderbolt HQ. If you truly think you’re weak, I’m gonna show you aren’t and how we Wonderbolts train. Me and you, one on one practice. If you’re down,” Spitfire shrugged and Wallflower bit her lip nervously.

“Okay. I’m in.”

Spitfire’s grin grew slightly wider and she held out a hoof.

“Come on, hoof bump.”

Wallflower eyed the outstretched hoof with a confused expression before she tapped her own hoof against Spitfire’s with a small smile.

Author's Note

Name: Fleetfoot.

Age: 30.

Rank: Lieutenant.

Nicknames: Flatfoot, Fleety, Fleet, Lisp.

Bio: Fleetfoot is the only child of her parents, Gust and Snow Heart. She is the third in command of the Wonderbolts and is one of Spitfire's closest friends outside of the Elements and Soarin. Fleetfoot is often seen with Spitfire and Soarin as the three are often called the Big Three of the Wonderbolts being the most recognize. Fleetfoot speaks with a lisp and has the occasional habit of reacting negatively and rudely to those who make fun of her for it. She occasionally has to be held back from getting into fights by the others and has a temper that she tries hard to keep down. Fleetfoot can be found at the Wonderbolts HQ or getting drunk in Soarin's bar. Fleetfoot was responsible for escorting Wind Rider out of the castle during his banishment from the team, later insulting the stallion she had once admired. She has known Soarin, Spitfire, Blaze, Sunset and Sunburst since she was a kid, often hanging out with the five after flight school. She very briefly dated Sunburst when she was a filly. She is a avid anime fan alongside Whiplash and the two became close friends over their shared interest. She was lead against Tirek by Spitfire. Fleetfoot and Soarin were sent into the caverns under Canterlot in search of the missing Lyra, Twinkleshine and Minuette, later defending Soarin after he got taken down by the three mares.

Motto: What you fight isn't important. It's what you fight for that is important.

Abilities: Fleetfoot is a fast flyer and is capable of producing thunderclouds. One of the few to be able to do Spitfire's patented solar flare.

Allies: Sunburst, Sunset, Soarin, Misty Fly, High Winds, Watermelody, Twilight, Wallflower, Spitfire, Blaze, Rapidfire, Lightning Streak, Wave Chill, Silver Zoom, Silverspeed, Silver Spoon, Whiplash, Angel Wings, Bulk Biceps, Sky Stinger, White Lightning, Raindrops, Sassaflash, Merry May, Sprinkle Medley, Parasol, Dizzy Twister, Feather Twirl, Icy Rain, Cloudkicker, Rainbow Dash, Derpy, Dinky, Amethyst Star, Lyra, Minuette, Twinkleshine, Bon Bon, Thunderlane, Spike, Celestia, Luna, Discord, Flurry Heart, Cadence.

Enemies: Wind Rider, Cold Stone, Hard Hat, Speed Trap, Cinnamon Swirl, Music Bluegrass, Walnut Cherry,Chrysalis, Sludge, Tirek, Blueblood, Nightmare Moon (formerly), Discord(formerly).

Weaknesses: Fleetfoots ego and temper are her greatest weakness.

Notable quotes:

"Fuck you."

"You're a bitch Wind Rider. Fuck outta here."

"I do not have a temper!"

"Only my friends can call me Lisp and you're not one of em."

"Kawaii, bitch."

"Soarin!"

"Get back or I'll hit you hard as fuck."

"I don't get how somepony with so much drive and determination, somepony with such a bright future just give up on themselves like that."

"HAHA!"