Chapter 2- Rainbow Dash and Soarin

Teardrops on My Guitar

I zipped through the sky, with Fleetfoot and Soarin flanking me. Spitfire was leading us. I had completed my life's dream. I was a Wonderbolt. Of course, I never let my personal feelings get in the way, unlike Spitfire and Soarin. They were Coltfriend and Marefriend.

Storm Clouds lay behind them, A Rainbow behind me. Of course, I would never abandon my friends. We train 6-9, rest, 10-2, rest, 3-7, sleep. Four days a week, so I can still see Applejack, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity and Pinkie Pie. Spitfire slowed down. As I pulled to a stop, Soarin lost control for a moment and bumped into me. We touched noses accidentally. Blushing, He headed over to Spitfire, and they left back to Cloudsdale, while I zipped down to Ponyville for my first Hour's rest.

While down there, I talked to Applejack, and her fiancée, Caramel. Apparently, she was expecting. I tried to look happy, but, really, it was awkward. I mean, I'm not really into the 'love' sorta thing, you know?

An hour later, I zipped back up to the wonderbolts training centre, to hear shouting. It sounded like Soarin. Less than a minute later, Spitfire came running out of the mess hall, tears streaming down her face. Confused, I walked into the mess hall, when it dawned on me. Spitfire was crying. Something was seriously wrong. Soarin was glaring in the direction Spitfire ran off. Nudging him, he jumped.

"I didn't think anything scared a wonderbolt" I teased. He sighed.

"Ponies always admire me. I'm their hero. I never know if anyone likes me because I'm a wonderbolt, or because I'm me. I thought... I thought spitfire was different, you know? Because she's a wonderbolt too? But, nope. She's just like all the other fillies. I'm a wonderbolt. What else can I expect?" Poor Soarin. Since Spitfire was nowhere in sight, Soarin cancelled the lesson and went back to Cloudsdale. I went down to see Fluttershy and Rarity. But, before I got there, I bumped into Time Turner, my local doctor. He reminded me I needed to go in for a quick check-up soon. Deciding to do it sooner rather than later, I flew off the the doctors and stood in line.

Since Time Turner was out, Doctor Whooves looked at me. He did a few blood tests, needles, that kind of thing. As expected I was perfectly fine. Apart from one thing.

"Have you been taking any medication lately? Doing flips? Crashes?" I shook my head.

"Nope. Well, maybe a few flips, but that's about it." He nodded.

"Good, because that may have Injured your foal."

WHAT?! Was my first thought. I combed back through my Memories, trying to figure out could have done this, when it dawned on me.

"May I ask who the father is?" I took a deep breath.

"Soarin."

Many Months Later

Soarin and I laughed as Angel and Flamestreak, our twins, flapped around in the sky. Angel was a pretty filly, with Soarin's hair pattern and eyes. Flamestreak was my lookalike colt. You couldn't tell the difference between us, apart from the fact that I was much taller and a mare. Both were desperate for their cutie marks. Angel had joined the all-girls group, the cutie mark crusaders, while Flamestreak hung out with his mates, Icicle and Snowcone. The twins were desperate for their cutie marks too, when, finally, Flamestreak earned his. It was, ironically, a trail of flame. He was fast, faster than me. He flew so fast, he left a trail of fire behind him. Angel sat in her room and sulked for weeks after that. The first day she met her fronds again, after sulking, was the day she earned her mark. It was Three hearts. Angel's talent was Friendship.