In Need of Repair

by Matoal

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Original Character
Length: 1023

Strange love, and stranger ponies

Thunder Quill and Sloan were visiting their friend Sugarette when an accident damages the young colt. Now Quill and Sloan must care for him until he gets better. The only problem being that they may care a little too much. About Sugarette, and each other.

This fanfic was born during a forum RP. The thought of submitting this was originally a joke, but then I thought, what the heck? What's the worst that could happen?

Thunder Quill belongs to http://www.fimfiction.net/user/ThunderQuill
Sloan belongs to evilpizza2
Sugarette Stilez belongs to me

Currently going through a MASSIVE rewrite

Published 2012-11-30 18:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-01 17:58:29 UTC

This is your house?!

Sloan stared slack-jawed at the pile of wood before him. "This is your house?!" It looked more like something he'd be paid to tear down than something somepony would actually LIVE in...

Thunder Quill Tilted his head slightly to the side and tries to look at a new angle.
"You know, it does have that Reighneisance look of it..."

Sugarette smiled. They had been friends with Sugarette for a while but never knew where he lived. "Yup! Wanna come inside for some of my granny's famous empanadas?"

Thunder Quill looked over at Sugarette.

"Well, I am a bit hungry... Writing for hours and forgetting to eat does make you hungry." he admitted, touching his shirt pockets to make sure that his quill and Notepad was there. No dropping anything.
"I would love some!"

"...Sure..." Sloan muttered, his eyes still locked on the house. So much damage, so much wear and tear, so much in need of repair...

Part of him made him wish he had brought some of his tools with him, just enough to fix SOMETHING...

Thunder Quill Pulled at Sloan´s tail just to get him into the house. "Come on now" he mumbled with a mouthful of tail

"Nibbles! I'm home!" Sugarette yelled out the moment they walked into the kitchen. "you should meet him." He told Sloan and Thunder Quill. "He's the cutest little furball you'll ever meet. Just be careful. He bites."

Sloan let himself be led into the house and barely managed to suppress a gasp when he saw the inside of the building. The torn up floor, the rotting walls, the boarded up windows, everything screamed, "FIX ME!" to Sloan, although he did his best not to show it as Sugarette went to find his little pet.

Sloan and Thunder Quill heard Sugar gasp and scream out Nibbles' name from the kitchen.

"What’s wrong!?" Thunder Quill asked out of concern for his friend, still having a bit of Taste of Sloan´s tail in his mouth.

Sloan heard the scream and took off with Thunder Quill towards its source. As they ran he reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a small dagger, holding it tight in his teeth as he burst into the room. "What happened?!"

Sugarette looked at Thunder quill with tears in his eyes. "NIBBLES GOT INTO THE EMPANADA DOUGH!!" He yelled pointing at his pet rat.

Thunder Quill looked over at Sugar a moment, just raising his eyebrow before looking at the small animal.
"Uhm... couldn’t you just make some more?" He asks, slightly confused.

"That was all the dough I had in the house for the week." Sugarette cried. "Besides, I doubt you want RAT hair in your food. I don't have a problem with it, but I think you might." he smiled sheepishly.

Thunder Quill, Being the Unicorn he is, swallowed his spit a moment.

"Uhm... I think I would rather like some other Food, Sugar." he said, before letting one hoof dangle a moment. "I hope you don’t mind I call you Sugar, Hun." he said, before stopping his face with his hoof.

"Ignore that sentence!" He quickly said out before continuing. "Hey! How about getting some food OUT this time?" he said with a small grin, before realizing what he kind of was asking.

"I don't mind one bit." He smiled, looking up at Thunder Quill with sparkles in his green eyes. It was then that Sugarette noticed something. "Hey Where'd Sloan go? Haven't seen him since nibbles came out of the bowl."

Thunder Quill looked confused around as well. "Huh... Sloan must have had something come up..." he mused a moment, lifting up his notepad with his magic a moment to see if he wrote anything down for that.
Realizing he did not, he shrugged and turned to face Sugar a moment, Staring into his eyes for a moment with his own blue one’s before turning away, his mind clouding with things they shouldn’t.
"So! Want to go for some Dandelion Sandwiches perhaps?" he asked, absently trying to hide his face.

"I'd love some!" Sugar smiled. "But why are you looking away from me? Did I do something wrong?" He was close to tears again.

Thunder Quill quickly comes up with his best excuse.
"You didn’t! I just... Thought we should get going!" he said, dismissively. Not really the best excuse in the world. He then stopped a moment.
"I just realized, I call you Sugar, but You’re in theory still on formal terms with me... Or at least not Nickname terms..." he said, trying to divert the subject matter, and hide his face enough for his blush to disappear.

looked down at the ground. "Well, you're a lot older than me, and I was always told you're supposed to respect older ponies... Do you not want me to be so formal?" He asked looking up, his face blushing.

Thunder Quill looked back at Sugar and for a moment Stared at him.
So... Damn... Cute!
Too Cute! Must... Find... some... Distraction... To keep... Poor... Colts Innocence!
Quickly the Stallion gave a small grin and waved a hoof dismissively.
"Oh Its fine if you want to, but I Don’t really need that level of Respect, I’m Not noble or Celestia, so I think I’m fine!" he said, quickly moving around to try and forget that cute face.
"After all, I’m just a Writer, I don’t really have that much of a respectful job..."

"Not a respectable job? Follow me to my room. I can show you some respect." Sugar smiled. He walked to his room, with his head held high. An air of confidence that wasn't there before surrounded him.

Thunder Quill’s jaw almost dropped to the floor a moment as part of him was convinced that he was NOT mishearing the colt. He turned around and saw Sugar leave for the room. The Writer looked nervously around. This... Was... Quite... inviting and... Tempting.
But one should not just... accept such Offers!
But then, he just threw caution to the wind and went "Dear Celestia, Sometimes I don’t even understand myself..." and followed after Sugar.