Trey passionately kissed Fluttershy.

“It won’t I’m just going to pick him up, then be right back. Promise.” he said, giving her a look of confidence. Fluttershy didn’t want to see him leave, but he had to pick up his brother, Backdraft, from the hospital. Trey wasn’t quite sure of all the details, but apparently he’d been shot in the leg in some sort of ambush.

Trey trotted up to the hospital, checking in with Nurse Redheart.

“Backdraft?” she asked, checking her records. “He’s in room 113! Ready to be signed out. Just fill out the paperwork and you’ll be all set.” she said, shoving some papers into his hoof. Trey quickly signed them all and trotted off towards room 113, where he found his brother propped up in a wheelchair, his left hind leg wrapped up, a small dark red spot just under his flank.

“You never did know how to stay out of trouble.” said Trey, smiling.

“Bite me, Trey.” Backdraft retorted with a small smirk on his face.

“Don’t make me play the world’s smallest violin for you. I’m a trumpet primary, you know.”

“Don’t make me go get my HK and make you dance.”

“I can dance in more time signatures than you can shoot the floor with.” he said. He and Trey always had a very strong competition on between them. Brothers were bound to argue a lot, and they were no exception, even if it they were just joking around most of the time.

“Anyways...I’d better take you home. Show you my humble abode. I removed the ‘welcome’ mat just for you.” said Trey, trotting off to his wheelchair, rolling him out.

“Can I get out of this thing now? I can walk. For Celestia’s sake, I am not a cripple!”

“Now, now, Backdraft, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, I want to make sure you get to my house safely before you hurt yourself.” said Trey, smirking. He enjoyed this “Big brother” type of feeling, for some strange reason. He’d never felt the need with Fluttershy. “Besides, I’ll give you a free wheel tour of Ponyville. All from the comfort of your own seat!”

“I would feel much more comfortable driving...” Backdraft muttered.

“Driving? Oh yeah, you guys got that new ‘automobile’ technology going on. We’re still stuck in the carriage/horse-drawn buggy era.” he added, smiling. Trey enjoyed simplicity.

“Come on, it’s epic! You just need to experience it!”

“I’ll take your word for it and drive you around town in this brand new model T wheelchair.” said Trey, wheeling Backdraft out the door, doing wheelies and other stunts that were generally not conducive to wheel-bound patients.

Trey started to wheel Backdraft to his house, not too far from the hospital, when suddenly, Pinkie Pie popped out of nowhere and got right in Backdraft’s face.

“HEY THERE!”

“Oh, hey Pinkie.” said Trey, not fazed at all. Backdraft was slightly confused, with a startled look of curiosity and fascination.

“Who’s the new colt? Who is he? Who is he?” asked Pinkie, impatiently bouncing around.

“The name’s Backdraft. Staff Sergeant Backdraft for the fancolts.” Backdraft said, with a smile on his face.

“Fancolts? Are you a celebrity? OH! OH! CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH?” Pinkie started, bouncing up and down horrendously fast. Trey didn’t even know you could bounce up and down that fast. Pinkie always seemed to defy physics.

“Not really, I was just joking.” Backdraft shrugged. “My friend Rainbow Dash was the famous one...or she certainly seemed to make it seem that way.”

“You know what this calls for?”

“...what?” asked Backdraft, almost scared.

“A PARTY!!!” shouted Pinkie, hurriedly dashing off elsewhere at near-breakneck speeds.

“Well, there’s your welcoming committee.” said Trey. “That’s Pinkie Pie. I’ll introduce you to some of the others later.” said Trey, wheeling back to his place.

“Oh! I love parties!” Backdraft said, a manic grin on his face. “I can out drink anypony, anywhere.”

“Looks like I’m going to be the designated trotter again. You know I won’t get close to that stuff. Besides, Pinkie doesn’t throw those kinds of parties. At least, I don’t think so...” said Trey, to Backdraft’s disappointment.

“Oh well... I like any type of party. Always cheers me up.”

“Well I got something else that may cheer you up.” said Trey, knocking on the door to his house. Fluttershy opened the door with a kind face, showing them in. Backdraft looked back at Trey with a small smirk.

“That’s a great welcoming committee.”

“That’s my fillyfriend.”

“Oh. Wait... I thought you were married.”

“No. You haven’t even met her yet.” said Trey, seeing Fluttershy blush and smile a bit, looking away. “Anyways, this is Fluttershy.” he said, to which Fluttershy smiled at him.

“Hello there.” she said timidly.

“Afternoon, ma’am.” Backdraft said in a stern voice, before smiling. “How do you do?”

“You can just call me Fluttershy.” she said, smiling at him. He was very well mannered, much like Trey. She could see that they were related. “And I’m doing well, now that Trey’s back.” she added, to which Trey smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about ole’ Trey here when he’s out with me. He may be five years older than me, but I sure am a lot tougher than him. Aren’t I Trey?” Backdraft said with a smirk.

“Maybe, but I’m not the one getting shot. I’m out here safely in Ponyville, educating the young minds of tomorrow.”

“Oh...you got shot?” asked Fluttershy, cringing.

“Yup, right through my right hind leg. Thank Celestia for healing magic.”

“Oh...that’s...nice.” she said.

“Anyways, let me show you around the house.” said Trey, realizing any further continuation of the topic would make Fluttershy severely uncomfortable.

“Oh, alright. But first, get me out of this thing.”

“Oh, don’t worry, the guest room’s on the first floor. You don’t need to get out.” said Trey, casting his brother an innocent smile.

“For the last time, Trey... I. Am. Not. A. Cripple!”

“But I don’t want to take that risk.” said Trey, wheeling his brother to the guest room. Backdraft sighed and facehoofed.

“This is nothing! I was walking just fine yesterday, it’s just a limp. “Backdraft frowned. “Hell, I’m a Pegasus. I could just fly around.”

“Alright, fine.” said Trey, tilting the wheelchair forward ever so slightly until Backdraft fell out, face planting. “Freedom at last. Great feeling, huh?”

Backdraft moaned. “Bite me.” he said, gathering himself, standing up. He’d get Trey back for it later.

“Anyways, Pinkie’s bound to have a party going for you later. Sorry if she scared you. She does that occaisionally.”

“After all I have been through, she just startled me.”

“Yeah, trust me, I got startled too. I could totally tell she had a thing for you though.” said Trey, joking.

“R-really?” Backdraft managed to say.

“Yes.” said Trey, thinking it would be funny to keep it up. “You should totally get after that.”

Backdraft was about to reply, but noticed Fluttershy was still with them. So he mouthed it. ‘You’re a douche.’

Trey held back a snicker and trotted off to Fluttershy, kissing her lightly before taking a seat on the couch. Fluttershy blushed and sat next to him, nuzzling him. Backdraft had always wanted affection like that as well, but it was difficult for him, being in the military, traveling a lot. Of all ponies, Trey had to beat him there. It wasn’t fair. He did like Pinkie Pie though... she definitely made a great first impression. Nopony had ever asked for his autograph... maybe there was more truth in Trey’s words than he thought.

“So...” Backdraft muttered, clearing his throat. It was kind of getting awkward for him.

“So...I think I’m going to check on when Pinkie Pie plans on having her party.” he said, getting up to the door. Upon opening it, he was literally no longer than a nose length from Pinkie Pie’s face, beaming at him, bouncing excitedly.

“AH! SUICIDE BOMBER! EVERYPONY, GET DOWN!” Backdraft ducked for cover.

“Oh, silly, it’s just me!” said Pinkie Pie, laughing. “Your party’s ready! Follow me!!!” she said, bouncing off.

“Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” Backdraft asked.

“We don’t normally wear clothes out here. No need to wear anything. We’re a bit different from military dress codes.” he started.

“Okay. Guess so.”

“Don’t worry. You don’t need to dress to impress.” trey said, nudging Backdraft with his hoof. “You’ll do just fine.” he said, getting off the couch.

“Meh, I just generally look bad ass in uniform.” Backdraft shrugged.

“Welcome to marching band.” said Trey. “Now come on. You don’t want to keep Pinkie waiting...do you?”

“No?”

“That’s what I thought.” Trey said, as he and Fluttershy trotted out the door. “Don’t fall behind.”

Backdraft spread his wings and took off into the sky, then glided at a slow pace above the two.

“You know...we both have wings, but we never fly that much.” said Trey, smiling at Fluttershy. “I’d rather be right here on the ground with you, though.” Fluttershy smiled and the three of them drew in on Sugarcube corner, where a huge party lay in wait for Backdraft.