At 12:00PM, I had finished writing the letter to Medic. After all, he'd been out of action for years, it's be nice to show that somepony cares for the guy. I quickly read it over.
Doktor,
Just thought you might have wanted something to do, so I found a thingy to keep you amused. Every Nightmare Night, a ghostly cemetery appears on the outskirts of Ponyville, and contains monsters and freaks of huge power and 'silliness'. So, as a form of thanks for letting me help you open those boxes, I thought you might want to visit a legitimately haunted cemetery, dig up some graves, then experiment on the creatures. Not trying to be rude, but that's the kind of thing you'd enjoy.
So, if you're interested, pop us a reply letter and come on down here at 10:00 AM on Sunday. I'll pick you up from the train station, get you settled into our house so you have somewhere to stay for a of couple days, then we can loot some corpses. If you need to bring anything else, don't hesitate to, since we have no idea what the hell is in that cemetery, or what kind of shit might emit from the corpses.
Anyway, cheers,
- Thunder
After confirming there were no grammar mistakes, hidden messages or miraculously appearing Nazi propaganda, I folded it up, put it in an envelope, and set it next to my satchel. I leaned back in my chair and sighed, rubbing both now-normal hooves in my face. Nightmare was back in Canterlot, but left just enough energy inside her to keep me 'empowered' for almost 2 days after she went. Outside, rain pattered down on the window and lightning flashed to punctuate the thunder. From my window, I had a clear view down the road, where I could see Rarity's house, Sugar-Cube Corner, and absolutely nothing else that was interesting. It was like gm_flatgrass out there, for fuck's sakes.
"Bloody hell." I grumbled, before getting up and moving to the door. The wooden hallways echoed quietly in the night as all the others were out clubbing or at the bar. I didn't go, I had to write to Doktor, because he was like one of my best friends. As I went down the stairs, I could feel the fire's heat as I came within temperature distance of it, but then I stopped. Why's the fire on...? Shrugging, I approached the kitchen. Inside, the one lightbulb illuminated the room, and told me exactly where everything was. I wanted the knife rack, because that's how I roll.
"Time 4 sharpy :D" I said out loud as I pulled one out, and began to run it through the knife sharpener. After a good ten minutes of proving I'm the most patient colt alive, I stopped and looked it over. Smirking, I sharply plunged it into an apple, and it went through to the hilt. "Shteb shteb shteb >:D" As usual, the small emoticons appeared above my head, causing a slight chuckle from myself. Even after drawing <3 when Blueblood decided to get pissy at me again, the old ':D' face never stopped being funny in a strange way. Suddenly, a voice caught me off guard.
"Having fun?" I heard a distinctive British accent ask. I grabbed the worktop quickly and span around, trying to keep composure. Stood in front of me was Rarity, leaned against the doorframe levitating a cup of tea to her side with a bemused smirk.
"What the hel-how did you even get in here?" I quickly responded, lowering my breathing rate to what a Hummingbird might call normal wing-speed and sheathing the knife in the rack.
"What, you didn't think even I'd want a romantic evening with my coltfriend?" she chuckled. I stared at her. "Ugh, I wanted to spend an evening with Fire, but evidently he's gone to the bar. Thunder, stop moving to the shotgun. Anyway, I arrived here to try surprising him, but that didn't turn out well, since he'd already gone. So, I ended up just sitting here in front of the fireplace, since the rain would ruin my hair, and then I heard the thunder and realised I'd possibly need to stay the night, and if you point that gun at me I'll slap your shit and fill your ass with gems." Sighing, I put the 12-gauge back on its rack. "Hmmph. But, since you're here, I've decided to speak with YOU instead."
"Erm...why did you not go to the bar?" I asked.
"Why didn't you?" she replied smartly. I stared at her, and she chuckled. "I'm going to sit in front of the fireplace, so if you need me, I'll be in the warm." With that, the albaster mare turned tail and trotted away into the living room, her cuppa gently hovering beside her. I stood there, still staring.
"...why the fuck do I still speak to these ponies...?" I grumbled. But since she was offering, and I was bored, so I made myself a cup of tea, and brought it into the living room. Already reclined on the couch was Rarity, her drink sat on the coffee table quite elegantly.
"Oh, good, you decided to join me?" she giggled.
I rolled my eyes in response. "But this is my hou-"
"I'm sure it is, now sit down, dear, we have much to discuss." I was promptly levitated into the air, and forced down into a seat. Then began the longest, and most surprisingly interesting, conversation I'd had for a whole week.

"How the hell did you talk me into this?" I grumbled again as we both trotted to Rarity's in the rain. I was holding the umbrella, and she was calmly walking in my boots. She really had to offer some nice shit for that privilege. She just smiled in response.
"Ahhh, a lady's charm always overcomes the fighter's façade, Thunder. You should know that by now, you've been near me for over a year."
"I don't wear a façade, I wear a Trophy Belt, Double-Cross Comm, and Teu-"
"Whatever, darling." Just then, we reached her front door. Looking up in the night, rain, and dark, I couldn't even see the top of her house. It was a damn big house. I could only hope I'd get a reward for having to walk this far in rain. But Rares didn't seem in much of a rush; she gently levitated her keys from her pocket and slipped them into the key-slot. Slowly, she twisted them, until there was an audible click, then she pushed the door open. Inside it was dark as well, so she flicked a light-switch and illuminated the room I knew from an old date. Once we were inside, she shut, and most worryingly, locked, the door. I cleared my throat, and tensed slightly, since something was up.
"Rarity, what are you doing all this for?" I asked. She looked back up with a grin.
"Your reward, darling." she responded calmly as she stowed her bags away. Then, she moved to the stairs. "Follow me, dear." As she went up, I was literally in terror and happiness at the same time.
Luna's gonna be pissed at this...
Hmm?
Oh, hi, Luna.
Is Rarity luring you upstairs?
Yup.
Grinning and saying it's your reward?
Yup.
Explained she'd broken up with Fire due to the fact he couldn't keep up with her lifestyle and both kept it from being a big thing?
Yu-wait, what? Fire and Rarity broke up?
Mmhmm. This evening. He was at the bar, and they had a mental conversation, which culminated in their break up.
They can do that too?
Pretty much any couple can, as long as one is a unicorn. Anyway, the point is, Rarity's now single.
Aww, that sucks. But why's she leading me upstairs?
Mmm, take a guess.
What? OK, that won't be eas-ohhhhh...right.
Have fun.
You're not against it?
Who implied I was against it when you speak to other mares? I'm too lenient, other mares'd be raging by now. But...go on.
Erm, thanks...I think?
Be sure to tell her I'm interested if she does well.
Lulu, you're fantastic.
I finished the conversation just as I found myself levitated into the air, pushed into a chair, and bound with magic. I didn't panic.
Much.
"Well, here's your reward, Thunder." she laughed. "You get to see me model my own lingerie."
Poomph.

Author's Note

Mmmmm...still like that Team Captain she was wearing with the whip.
I'll give her my Unusual Dead Presidents TC for her birthday.