He knew he was going to get into trouble. He also knew he didn't really care that much.

Spike was laying about in his room, resting from all the arduous work Twilight had him doing throughout the day. He figured he had about.. what... an hour? An hour's rest before twilight came in and asked him to get up. He loved Twilight, with all his heart, but sometimes, he just feels like he's using him for his muscles.

Number one assistant is one thing. Baby dragon slave is another.

He laid in his bed, trying to convince himself that he would NOT give in to Twilight's demands if she went and woke him up early from his daytime nap. He was just a baby after all. He needed his rest.

"I will not get out of this bed. I will not get out of this bed."

Once he was convinced, he laid down, and tried to get some sleep.

He awoke sometime later to a loud banging sound, followed by Twilight's screaming.

"Well... That sounded like a serious scream. But... If i get up... I'll just find a big pile of books on the floor, and Twilight yelling at me to pick them up!"

He remained in his bed, unconvinced that twilight needed any assistance. However, he was generally worried for the purple pony. She had a lot of brain, but not so much brawn. She could potentially get into a lot of trouble with her bigger books. As the seconds passed, he grew more and more concerned for her. There was a definite lack of noise after the scream, and the silence was almost as worrying as the scream. He considered getting up, and just peeking around the corner to see if she was alright.

"No, Spike! You need your rest!" He tried convincing himself that Twilight didn't need any help, but it wasn't working very well. He WAS her number one assistant, after all. And he will NOT lose that to Owlicious.

"Five more minutes. Just five more minutes." He was pretty much convinced Twilight needed some serious help at this point. But he was also tired. And just a bit stubborn.

Then something happened that sent chills down his spine. He heard a voice. He couldn't hear what it was saying, but it didn't seem... natural. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl. He couldn't tell how old he or she was.

"Maybe it's just someone trying to check out a book... Yeah, that's it. I'll just ask twilight about it when I get up."

So he waited. Five minutes.

He laid there, and counted to sixty. Five times.

At the five minute mark, he jumped up, and ran down the hall, yelling for Twilight.

"Twilight! I heard a crash! Is everything okay?"

No response.

"Twiiilllliiiiight! Where are you?"

He walked into the main room of the library, and found her. What he saw greatly disturbed him.

The first thing he saw was a pony with a red streaked mane laying on the ground. After a second or two, he realized it was actually Twilight. He immediately began to throw ideas on why her mane was red, other than the worst possible choice.

None fit.

He ran to her, screaming her name, hoping that she was still alive.

"TWILIGHT! Are you okay? What happened!?"

He reached to her and turned her head over, to face him. her face was covered in blood, and her horn... her horn was... gone. There was only a hole where her horn once was. He let out a small cry, a cry a child would give if his mother scolded him. He looked around, trying to find something, anything, that would help him with this situation. Finding nothing obvious, he came to only one decision. He needed help. The help of someone bigger and older than him.

"Twilight, please! Stay here! You're gonna be okay! I'm gonna go get help!"

He ran out of the library, tears down his face. He could only think of getting to the nearest possible pony that could help him. He ran as fast as he could to the Carousel Boutique, home of none other than Rarity.

He didn't knock. He burst through the door, scaring Rarity out of what she was doing. She turned quickly to see who burst so rudely into her home, but before she could say anything, Spike ran to her.

"Rarity! You have to help Twilight! She's in trouble! Please!" Spike practically screamed, but he couldn't find the correct words to specify how terrifyingly real this situation was.

"What's wrong with Twilight, Spike? Is she okay...?" She began.

"NO! She's hurt! Please! She's at the library! Come on!"

"Oh, dear... Okay, let me just grab my scarf..." Rarity began, but Spike would have none of it.

"There's no time! We have to leave now! Please, Rarity!"

"...Okay, Spike. Let's go." They left quickly out of the Boutique, and sprinted to the library.

Spike couldn't tell if he was moving quickly or if it was just the adrenaline, but time seemed to be slow. He needed to get there, and get Twilight some help. There was no time to waste.

They arrived at the library,Spike opened the door, and Rarity took a glimpse of Twilight. The noise she made wasn't a cry, or a shriek, but something in between. She quickly understood Spike's panic, and rushed by Twilight's side.

"Twilight!" She began, but Spike intervened.

"She can't hear you! She's unconscious... I hope..."

Rarity Immediately became suspicious.

"What happened, Spike!? Did you see what happened? Where were you? Did you see who or what did this?"

"I was asleep in my room! I heard a bang, so I came down and saw this!"

He already felt bad about ignoring Twilight's accident. There was no need for Rarity to rub it in. However, his self hate was currently being obliterated by the fact that Twilight needed medical attention. Now.

"Can you carry her!? Can you take her to the hospital?"

"Well of course, Spike!" She immediately picked Twilight up with her magic, and carried her in the air, out of the door to the library. Onlookers gasped, and quickly got out of their way as they sprinted to the hospital.

Author's Note

Wow, that took forever. This is a bit of a slow chapter, but don't you fret! It'll get better, and longer in the future! I can promise that!

And thanks for all your... Comment.