Icy droplets rained down upon the sodden earth, casting the normally vibrant landscape in misty gray. Streams of water jetted down from rooftops and overhangs, cascading walls of water soaking passersby as they attempted to skip carefully through the autumn storm. Thick, heavy clouds rolled noisily above, claps of thunder accompanying the dark plumes as they swirled marvelously through the atmosphere. An occasional shock of lightning snaked through the opaque backdrop, illuminating the sharp planes of the city in horrifying shadows. Early afternoon bled into the oppressive storm, choking the stubborn presence of the sun as the system danced over all of Canterlot.

Vinyl Scratch splashed into a large puddle, high, blue boots dotted with massive droplets of the hard-falling rain. Choppy, water-logged hair clung beautifully to alabaster skin, crawling down the pristine neck and face of the careless musician, perfectly accentuating the soft curves of the attractive face. A baseball tee, contrasted in white and black, gripped tightly to perfect shoulders, tightening around shapely breasts before dipping lowly, hugging the dramatic curve of masterfully flared hips. Trademark violet lenses, slick with the freezing droplets, sat perched above a crease-free forehead, leading into a riveting pair of garnet-fire eyes, trained unmistakably on the only other occupant of the rain-doused street.

Bouncing once, twice, on the balls of nimble feet, the disc jockey stretched and hopped into another puddle, the slashing waves exploding into small diamonds in the nearby glow of a street light. Those same eyes skipped up from the water to focus on shimmering amethyst, a predatory smile twisting full, pink lips as the blue-haired musician stepped up on the curb. Running ice-cold fingers over the smooth planes of the muscle car just beside her, the jockey casually ran her tongue along her bottom lip, the shining metal of the tongue ring sparking an almost imperceptible glare with the soft light.

The voracious smile grew in size with each echoing step of heavy boots, the crimson eyes almost black with desire. Approaching the high overhang of the tall building, Vinyl casually stepped out of the hammering water, tiny droplets slipping free of mussed blue tips, splashing against the spinner's clothed collarbones. Pulling to a subtle stop, pale fingers lifted invitingly, the player's large, delicate hand spread open in peaceful yearning. Red eyes danced gleefully over the stubborn form of her lover, a bright smile tugging impishly at her lips as Octavia stood, trembling in the slight chill of the early afternoon.

Dark, mulberry eyes carefully pondered the offered hand, sight straying to rake roughly over the barely-concealed shape of the spinner's well-toned flesh. Her hand lifted slowly, just enough for the pianist to grasp her tightly, pulling her quickly into the frigid downpour. Suppressing a shiver, the raven-haired cellist stood amidst the large droplets, thin frame bundled tightly in a dark gray pea coat. A gale of deep laughter floated around the pair, the playful spinner spurring the strings player into movement, hands clasping as they twirled in the storm. Foregoing any inhibition, the dark-haired player opened her arms, face rising towards to sky as the rain tickled her skin, small drips trickling down her skin.

Bright, happy eyes opened and focused on the jockey, an elated smile coloring tanned cheeks in a dark blush, a burning heat spreading through Octavia at the sight of her animated companion. A quick step had her within reach of the woman, her own rain-slicked fingers climbing to grasp a slender wrist, tugging to turn the woman forward. A beat passed, the briefest of seconds, before the strings player twisted in the wet material of the spinner's tee, reining the carefree woman in for a bruising kiss. Humming in appreciation, Vinyl slung her hands low, fingers lifting beneath the heavy pea coat to dance idly along the waist of tight jeans, sliding further back to curl around the feminine curve of the cellist's posterior.

Finally tugging apart, wisps of steam mingling together, Octavia smiled meaningfully to the taller woman before burying her face in the damp neck, a silent, contented sigh escaping her lips. A deep chuckle rumbled through the spinner as the quickly returned the embrace, easily slipping away to finally guide the strings player into the warm lobby of the apartment building. An easy laugh escaped the normally proper Octavia, a jovial warmth emanating from the dark-haired player. Vinyl lead them to the elevators and slipped easily inside, pulling the woman to rest against her as they waited to ascend to the proper floor. Heavy, metal doors hissed open, admitting the couple into the quiet hallway, feet automatically leading them to the jockey's apartment.

Stopping at the familiar door, mulberry eyes lifted to lovingly scan the '416' on the door, her fingers lifting without preamble to lightly touch the silver letters. With her free hand, she fished the keys out of her pocket before dropping her eyes, easily finding the woman's key before unlocking the door. Vinyl followed easily, playfully shaking the water from her bangs before nudging the door closed with a soft click. Quickly pulling off the rain-soaked shirt, the jockey bent to untie the high laces to her favorite boots, a contented sigh escaping at the motion. Octavia shrugged out of the coat and hung it beside the door, her fingers rising to comb self-consciously through her thick, dark locks, a coy smile pressing her lips as she watched the jockey disrobe. A stubborn blush crept up her neck at the sight of the woman, a shyness sweeping quietly through her.

Tugging at her belt buckle, Vinyl lifted her focus to her blushing lover, a dark smile curling her lips. Quickly toeing off her boots, the spinner undid the buckle to her belt and slid it free of the loops before dropping it carelessly on the floor beside her boots, a playful smirk twisting the cold lips into a burning, sultry mask. Octavia stifled a nervous giggle, recklessly swept up in the carnal desire of the scorching garnet eyes, her hand lifting to gently cup her own cheek. Sparkling amethyst eyes carefully raked down the spinner's more than soaked form, her focus guided to follow a plump droplet of water as it slid down a pale throat, blazing a daring trail down prominent collar bones before swiftly dropping between two full breasts currently straining against the black bra holding them in place. Swallowing thickly, Octavia finally flicked her eyes up to lock eyes with the lusting carmine orbs, her heart skipping a beat at the sensuous look.

Instantly they moved forward, crashing together, hands tangling in damp locks, tongues wrestling for dominance. The kiss broke with a wet pop, Vinyl's lips and tongue blazing a tumultuous trail down the cellist's neck and throat, her left hand lowering to lift the cellist's leg around her hips. Octavia gasped as her back met the door, her body rolling forward as she was pinned to the heavy door, her eyes slipping closed as she skipped on her foot, expertly throwing her other leg around the jockey as she was suspended in place. Tanned fingers raked through dripping blue locks, full pink lips dropping desperate kisses along the spinner's hairline and face. Vinyl growled at the contact, her free hand slipping between them to teasingly trace the cellist's stomach beneath her damp shirt, the heat radiating deliciously from the delicate fingertips. Octavia tossed her head back against the door as Vinyl bit down on her neck, a heady moan escaping her lips as their bodies rocked together.

Quickly losing herself to the jockey's mouth and tongue at her neck, Octavia whimpered, her fingers tangling in the blue hair as she squeezed her eyes closed, the muscles in her legs flexing against the hips trapped in her grasp. A soft noise suddenly pierced the lust-fueled haze, amethyst eyes snapping open as her senses started to sharpen against the stubbornly elusive recognition of the sound. Huffing against the spinner's ear as Vinyl deftly undid the button on her jeans, Octavia gasped, the imposing sound growing in volume before she finally acknowledged its presence. Pushing up from the smoldering embrace, Octavia placed both her hands square on the jockey's shoulders and pushed up and away, forcing the clouded garnet eyes upwards in confusion. Trembling, Octavia inhaled sharply, swallowing heavily as she whimpered, causing Vinyl to stop in her journey, fingers poised on the zipper to the skin-tight jeans.

Blinking, Vinyl finally acknowledged the sound as well, her hands sliding over the cellist's jeans as she searched for the source of the noise. Feeling the large phone vibrating in Octavia's back pocket, Vinyl carefully, shakily, stood back, gently lowering Octavia to her feet as she fished out her patiently waiting cell phone. Pushing up her messy bangs, the strings player steadied the beat of her thumping heart, her fingers trembling as she finally answered the call, her eyebrows drawing wistfully as the heavy voice sighed into the phone.

"He-hello?"

"Hey, Octavia... do you have a moment?"

Suppressing an ironic grin, Octavia shook her head, eyes trained on the increasingly focused Vinyl, breaths trembling.

"Y-yes, Symphony... Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I'm actually at home, trying to practice the music for Hearth's Warming, but it's... I don't-- It's... quiet."

Frowning, Octavia finally pushed up from the door, her knees shaking where the passion still clung heavily to her skin, the worry for her friend dominantly sparring with her lust.

"Is it like the block from before?"

There was silence for a while, a soft sigh the only noise for a few moments. Vinyl straightened, her arms crossing across her chest in thought, worried red eyes peering thoughtfully as Octavia carefully twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. A sharp intake of air alerted the cellist to her friend, eyes closing as she waited.

"I guess you could say that... I know you're having trouble playing your cello, still, but... Do you think you could come over, at least for a little while? I feel like I haven't really seen you, and I could use the company."

Octavia smiled, her eyes dancing as she nodded toward Vinyl.

"Absolutely, darling. I'll be over shortly. I'll bring Fleur Noire, just in case. See you soon..."

The called ended quietly, allowing Octavia to drop her hand to swing beside her hip, orbs staring thoughtfully at Vinyl as she shifted her weight onto her other leg.

"Symphony asked if I'd come over and help her with the music... Vinyl, what did she say when she was here?"

Vinyl grinned and shook her head, hands rising in a shrug.

"She'll tell you, I'm sure. You might wanna clean yourself up, you look a little... disheveled."

Chuckling, Octavia pushed up from the door and entered the apartment, swatting the DJ as she passed. Skirting around the apartment, Octavia lifted her brush to run through the sodden locks, effortlessly shaking the long hair as she ran her fingers through her bangs. Shifting into the bedroom, the raven-haired player slipped into the closet and quickly peeled off her shirt, replacing it with a loose-fitting band tee before stepping out of the closet and plodded her way back towards the living area. Approaching the shining black case, Octavia hesitated before lifting the unfamiliar weight, a wistful smile framing her face as she turned to regard the half-dressed jockey. Walking slowly toward the door, Octavia leaned the case against the door frame, eyes never leaving Vinyl's as she absently reached for the pea coat hanging by the entry.

Grinning, Vinyl watched appreciatively as Octavia shrugged into the pea coat, a small laugh bubbling up from the DJ.

"I think you like stealing my things, Tav."

Straightening the collar to the coat, Octavia smirked and winked as she turned, her hands carefully smoothing the front of the band tee as she blinked innocently.

"Well, I was wet. What more do you want from me, Scratch?"

Ignoring the blistering heat pounding through her veins at the small display, Vinyl stepped forward, closing the distance between the two musicians. Eyes locked with Octavia's, the jockey lifted her fingers to brush along the cellist's button and fly, a smug grin splashing across her lips as Octavia jerked into the touch. Carefully zipping upward, Vinyl buttoned the jeans before patting the cellist's stomach, a brutish grin curling her lips.

"You might want to check yourself before you leave the house, Octavia."

Swallowing quickly, Octavia rushed forward, placing a lingering kiss on her DJ before pulling away, hand blindly reaching for the cello case.

"We'll finish this conversation later."

Nodding, Vinyl ran her fingers through her hair before placing her hands on her hips, a seriousness permeating the normally jovial spinner.

"Do you want me to drive you?"

"No, thank you, love. I'll take a cab."

Nodding, Vinyl bent to place a small kiss on the cellist's temple before straightening.

"All right, fair enough. Give Symph my love, okay?"

Octavia nodded before again lifting the large case before turning to leave the apartment, a look of consternation coloring her features as she started down the hallway.

The raven-haired cellist slowly plodded down the long hall, eyes casually scanning the crisp decor of the familiar walk. Fingers clenching against the handle in her hand, the cellist looked absently at the doors as she passed, a recognizable melody pouring softly down the hall. Smiling gently, Octavia focused on the growing sound of the music as she got closer to the apartment, a certain melancholy cascading over her as she finally stopped outside the proper door. Sighing quietly, Octavia leaned against the door frame, eyebrows drawing wistfully as she heard the dulcet tones of the violin waft powerfully through the door. Allowing herself a moment's rest, Octavia bit her lip, the rise and fall of the music pulling hard at her heartstrings, a stubborn frown curling her lips.

Turning the handle as quietly as she could manage, Octavia crept into the apartment, eyes instantly focusing on the passionately playing violinist. Symphony Strings stood inside her living room, furniture pushed aside to give her ample room for playing. Her violet hair was piled in a messy bun at the back of her head, teal eyes closed in absolute focus as she pulled hard at her violin, face a stony mask of furious concentration. Gone was the player's normal poise and sophistication, instead replaced by a glaringly apparent discomfort as the piece increased in tempo, the short, jerking motions of her carefully practiced muscles straining against the choppy movements.

Octavia's frown merely deepened, stark lines creasing her forehead as she watched the oblivious violinist, her heart aching pitifully in her chest as the emotion of the piece swirled undeniably through the room. Disregarding the low hum of pain in her shoulder, Octavia lowered herself to a kneel, eyes never wavering from the violinist as the piece deepened, the strokes longer and lower with each pass of the bow. Slowly undoing the clasps of her cello case, Octavia meticulously slid the polished black cello from its case before slipping free the bow, her body moving automatically to perch at the end of the table pushed to the side, hands poised above the perfect strings of the large instrument. Counting in a moment, Octavia pulled a low note, the deep, resonating sound layering well beneath the tenuous motion of the violin.

Symphony never once broke her focus, brows fluttering as the cello notes came slowly, hollowing out her own dreadfully macabre piece. Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Symphony squeezed her eyes harder, spills of tears lining her thick lashes as her fingers trembled against the strings, the emotion swirling potently through her chest as she played rightfully, body leaning subconsciously closer toward the cellist. Minutes passed slowly, Octavia playing long, low notes, the protest of pain in her shoulder disallowing her more intricate strides. Eventually, the violinist swayed on her feet, the final stroke of her bow drawing a low note before both musicians ceased playing simultaneously. Rigid and unwavering, Symphony released a long breath, eyes finally fluttering open to quietly revere her fellow strings player, crystalline tears swirling in the vibrantly clear eyes.

The cellist offered a small smile, nodding her head in respect for her friend before standing, slowly placing her instrument back in the black case before closing the lid, securing the fasteners with a small snap. Pivoting on her feet, Octavia clasped her hands before her, mulberry eyes quietly studying the still stiff player, violin still tucked purposefully beneath a quivering chin. Averting her eyes from the openness of her friend, Symphony softly cleared her throat before untucking her instrument, hands falling gracelessly by her sides. Softly toned arms flexed, shoulders rolling to loosen the tension of remaining in such a position for so long, the familiar burn of playing helping to soothe the roiling nerves. Turning toward the couch, Symphony stowed her violin with expert practice, nimble fingers dancing peacefully across the polished dark wood of the body, a wistful smile shaping the pale lips. Securing the instrument, she slid the dark case off the sofa before collapsing heavily onto cream cushions, eyes falling shut in defeat.

Smiling neatly, Octavia swept across the rarely-clear floor before sitting beside her closest friend, elbows gently knocking as the settled in together. With a quiet groan, Symphony absently picked at her black three-quarter pants, bare feet shifting to curl beneath her as she turned to face her respectfully quiet companion. Adjusting the fit of her spaghetti top, the tanned player lifted her eyes to Octavia's, a moment of surreal silence permeating the room. Slowly, and with measured persistence, Symphony dropped her eyes, fingers crawling toward Octavia's patiently waiting hand, startled when the olive fingers of the cellist met her halfway, wrapping her warm fingers in comforting pressure. Swallowing lightly, Octavia gave the fingers in her grasp a reassuring squeeze, head dropping to look up at the violinist with patience eyes.

"Symphony..."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Symphony bit her lip, her fingers clinging almost painfully to Octavia as she turned her head, breath escaping in a rasping shudder. Tilting her head upward, Symphony opened her eyes, terribly decimated teal eyes meeting the warm understanding of patient mulberry, the violinist's facade finally cracking. With a piteously stifled sob, Symphony broke, the tears rapidly boiling over, free hand lifting to covering her mouth as her eyes slammed shut against the violent emotion. Octavia moved quickly, arms snaking their way around her friend before pulling her into her arms, fingers passing soothingly down the player's neck and shoulders as she tucked the violinist beneath her chin.

Mournful, shuddering cries escaped the violinist every so often, punctuating the heavy silence settling around the quaint apartment. Octavia ignored the swell of agony in her chest, heart constricting at seeing the strings player in such a state. Skillfully undoing the clasp to the wild bun, Octavia combed her fingers through the wavy, violet locks before wrapping her arms more firmly around the woman, content to let the emotion drain free of the musician. Time passed heavily, the fitful cries eventually ceasing, quiet sniffles echoing from the woman every so often as she remained curled in the cellist's understanding embrace, the stress of her emotion ebbing away. Untangling from the familiar embrace, Symphony straightened, red-rimmed eyes looking hopefully upward, an embarrassed smile crossing her face as her fingers tangled with Octavia's once more.

Grinning brightly, Octavia raised her free hand, fingers softly wiping away the angry tracks of tears, the warmth of the motion a comforting familiarity to the player. Chuckling despite herself, Symphony coughed gently, her free hand reaching for a tissue on the table beside them. Releasing her hold on the violinist, Octavia pivoted to turn toward Symphony, her own legs shifting to tuck beneath her as she gave the violet-haired woman her undivided attention. Chuckling softly at the loud blow of a cute nose, Octavia absently reached out, reestablishing the connection between them, successfully centering the waning focus of her companion.

Symphony smirked, the light not quite reaching her eyes as she swallowed, the hollow of a slender throat twitching at the movement.

"I-I'm sorry, Octavia."

Smiling ruefully, the raven-haired player merely shrugged her good shoulder, fingers reassuringly squeezing the hand in her grasp.

"That's all right, Symphony... Would you please tell me what's wrong?"

Chuckling sadly, the violet-haired woman collapsed against the cushions, eyes drifting upward to stare at the ceiling.

"It's Spit."

Simply nodding, Octavia tugged at the hand in her grasp, silently urging the woman to continue. Lurching her body upward, Symphony extracted her hand before leaning her elbows on her knees, fingers rising to roughly scrub at her face.

"Spit, she um... She told me something this morning... Apparently, the time for her to re-enlist is coming up?"

Octavia frowned but remained silent, patiently allowing the violinist to stumble over her words; her diligence was rewarded when Symphony inhaled deeply before deflating painfully.

"She told me that if she does re-up, that she'll be most likely be sent up North, t-to stop a conflict forming up there... She didn't offer details."

Pursing her lips, Symphony narrowed her bloodshot eyes, a black displeasure festering in her chest.

"She didn't understand why I was upset, and then told me that the military is her life and that I shouldn't make her choose!!"

Fighting the new wave of tears, Symphony curled her fingers into her knees, nails digging into her flesh. Biting her lip, the violinist shook her head, few tears slipping down her face as she scowled.

"I told her that she could have at least told me, that I had a right to be worried. We just broke down fighting after that and she just up and left. God knows where she is now, probably home. I just--"

A strangled sob escaped the already frail woman, waves of sorrow pulsing from the slender, shaking shoulders. Octavia bit her lip in a frown, dark brows bunching high on her forehead as she reached out, pulling the woman against her shoulder for the second time, sobs sputtering forth. Squeezing the quaking player in her arms, Octavia looked upward, thoughts lifting to the skies as she fought her own tears.

Vinyl stepped easily through the familiar door, keys jingling in her hand as she pushed her elbow to further widen her entry before slipping it closed with her foot. Automatically her hand rose to drop the heavy set of keys in the small bowl by the entry before her free fingers lifted to wipe plump droplets of rain off her leather jacket. Shaking free water from the messy blue locks, Vinyl stepped further into the apartment, red eyes scanning the simple decor from behind violet lenses. Grinning helplessly, Vinyl stepped lightly, blue boots creaking with each small step, focus zeroing in on the subdued, under-dressed pilot straddling the window sill.

Crossing the room, Vinyl leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the window, eyes dropping to study the flyer, an ashy cigarette hanging from the pouting lips. Rain slammed relentlessly against the window pane and the outside fire escape, the spray purposefully soaking the flame-haired woman as she stared wistfully out the window. Crossing her damp arms across her chest, Vinyl sighed before glancing up at the ceiling.

"I thought you quit smoking."

A rueful snort was the only response, the statuesque pilot finally moving to grasp the cigarette from her lips before tapping the ash off into the ash tray between her knees. Spitfire continued to look out onto the rain-soaked city, honey-brown eyes red from previous emotional discharge. Vinyl bumped up her lenses with her thumb before she uncrossed her arms, bending to pluck the box of cigarettes from the captain's lap. Tapping the small container against her palm, she jockey lifted the lid and plucked one free before dropping them in her pocket, pale fingers dislodging the worn lighter from her companion. Snickering, Vinyl lifted her knee, opening and sparking the lighter in one fluid motion before torching her own stick, adding the lighter to her pocket as she knelt on the floor beside the soaked frame.

Taking a long drag, Vinyl sighed before the smoke billowed from talented lips, lifting and eventually disappearing into the frigid atmosphere. Crossing her arms on the remaining space of the sill, she smiled as misty droplets tickled her face, blood red eyes lifting to carefully study the other woman. Leaving the smoke between her lips, Vinyl gently nudged the pilot's knee, eyebrows crinkling in concern.

"Well, you can at least get out of the rain. Sitting in the window in a tank and shorts is not the way to go in late October."

Spitfire closed her eyes against the words, skin prickling as another chill swept over her, a field of gooseflesh replacing the icy touch. Finally tearing her eyes from the skyline, Spitfire smiled sadly, normal bravado crumbling into confused torment, glassy eyes staring intently at the DJ.

"I don't really feel the cold, Scratch. I don't feel much of anything right now."

Frowning, Vinyl took another drag from her cigarette and blew out the smoke around the butt, fingers curling around the flyer's well-formed bicep before bodily pulling her from the sill. Grunting, Spit tugged the tray from its precarious place and dropped it to the floor between them, head falling backward to lean against the bottom of the frame as she curled up on the floor. Exhaling deeply, Spitfire squeezed her eyes closed, a tremor snaking its way through her bones as she felt the DJ's fingers ghost her wrist, offering quiet support. Angrily ripping the cigarette from her lips, she snapped it against the rim of the tray before snuffing the cherry, leaving the mangled remains to gently smolder in the ashes.

Twisting her fingers in the wilted peaks of her hair, Spit chuckled darkly, tears spilling down her face as she turned to look at the spinner.

"I assume Symph told you what happened this morning?"

Vinyl nodded, pulling her knees up as she rested her arms outward, the cigarette dangling lazily from her left hand. Scoffing, Spit tucked her knees against her chest and rested a cheek against them, brown eyes narrowing as she glanced over at the musician.

"I also assume she told you that I'm a heartless monster with no respect for her feelings, right?"

Vinyl chuckled at that, her free hand absently running through the damp bangs hanging before her eyes.

"No, not quite. She only said that you were both upset and that I should look after you."

Snapping her head up, Spitfire frowned, more tears pooling in the brown orbs.

"What?"

Smiling, Vinyl took another puff and tilted her head, blowing the smoke out the window. Moving her hand over, she squeezed the pilot's forearm before she dropped it to move the ash tray and slid over, bumping the woman with her shoulder.

"Yeah. She was upset, too. She didn't say much, just mentioned re-enlisting. She left not long after."

Spitfire swallowed heavily, troubled orbs falling closed as she curled tighter into a ball, breaths escaping in shuddering intervals. The normally tanned skin seemed pale in the light from outside, the definition of the well-toned muscles almost muting against the soft, gray glow from the rainy atmosphere. Offering a small smile, Vinyl plucked the light from between her lips and crushed it in the tray beside Spitfire's before collapsing against the wall, hands stuffing into the pockets of her jacket. The silence stretched, the pelting rain falling freely over the room as Spit struggled with the demon clawing at her insides. Sniffling softly, Spit tilted her face toward Vinyl, eyes glued to the floor.

"I'm scared, V."

Vinyl snapped her eyes shut at the uncharacteristic tremor of the normally proud flyer, heart shattering in her chest at the utter despair in the strong voice. Leaning softly into her friend, Vinyl bumped shoulders with the woman, her own showing of support to the fleeting captain.

"Walk me through it, Spit."

Shivering at the tiny whisper, Spitfire steeled her nerves, fingers clawing painfully at her hair as she breathed through her nose, forehead resting against her knees for a moment before she straightened, stony eyes glaring, unseeing, toward her apartment.

"I've known re-enlisting was coming up, didn't think much of it. I was going to simply sign the papers and be done with it... But I mentioned it to Symph, and she just... I don't know. I was sorta expecting her to be mad at me for not talking to her about it, for not talking about our future and where we wanted to go... if it included me being in the service..."

Grinning spitefully, Spit ignored the singular tear that slipped free, face icing over as she recalled the events from this morning.

"I was dreading the fight that I knew was coming... Symphony's been bringing up the future a lot, and I kinda always skirt around the issue... But this morning, I finally sucked it up and told her that the deadline was coming. And Vinyl, she... She looked pissed for half a damn second, and then she just crumbled. She just started crying..."

Tears fell in earnest, blazing glowing trails down the stern face, all but ignored by the detached woman.

"It threw me, I won't lie. I tried telling her that I have a duty to uphold, that being in the skies for this place, our home, was something I always wanted, always dreamed of. I'm a captain in the Princess' Royal Air Force, the youngest captain of the Wonderbolts ever... I don't want to have to choose, Vinyl."

Vinyl bit her lip to keep quiet, fingers yearning to soothe the burning emotion roiling through her companion. She remained in check, though, hands flexing on her jeans as she waited, knowing there was more to come. Inhaling sharply, Spit clenched her jaw, eyes never wavering from the abyss in which she stared.

"I told her that... that if I choose to go back, to sign myself away for the next few years, that I'd probably get shipped up North. There's... conflict up there. Conflict that's been stewing for months, I heard... King Sombra and the Northern Continent are bucking against Celestia and Luna's reigning power, that h-he wants to try and take our home."

"I'll actually be going to war. And Symphony screamed at me that I don't have the right to make that decision on my own, that I should have told her about it sooner... I-I didn't know what to say, I don't know what to do. What do I choose? Love? Or fighting, and the skies, and my fucking Bolts?"

Shaking against the sobs exploding from her chest, Spitfire dropped her eyes downward, quaking fingers tugging her dogtags from below her tank, the glistening metal catching a falling tear. Passing terrified eyes to Vinyl, Spit curled her lip in her mouth, eyes falling open in wrenching confusion.

"Vinyl--"

Disregarding the half-hearted fight of the flyer as she was wrapped in strong arms, Vinyl crushed the woman with a powerful hug, her own emotion flattening as she fought to stand strong for the rarely emotional soldier. Soothing the wilting spikes of the pale orange hair, Vinyl smiled, unseen by the quietly crying Spit.

"As much as you don't want to, Spit, you know you have to... to choose. I know how hard this is for you, but you have to remember... Symphony fucking adores you, loves everything about you, and is justified in her fears..."

Nodding, Spitfire settled against the spinner, cries ripping violently from her body.

"I-I know... God, what the hell."

Pulling away from the offered warmth, Spitfire crossed her legs beneath her, fingers scrubbing down her face as she smiled regretfully.

"I love Symphony, I do. With all my heart. Celestia, I always friggin' have, you know that... The first time I ever saw her, I was floored... gobsmacked, maybe. But she was yours back then, remember? That was so... long ago."

Chuckling, Vinyl nodded and pocketed her hands once more, intense red eyes peering thoughtfully up at the pilot.

"Yeah, I remember. I loved Symphony, I still do. But never like that, never like what you guys have."

Accepting the answer, Spitfire curled her arms around her thin frame, lashes fluttering closed as she grimaced, emotional agony clinging almost visibly to the woman.

"I'll never forget when Soarin's plane malfunctioned at that show a few years ago... Up until that point, Symphony had always been proud of my flying, loved it, respected what I could do in an aircraft... But when she saw one of my team, an experienced pilot, just drop out of the sky... Vinyl, I'll never forget that look in her eyes when she clawed through the crowd when everything went down and threw herself in my arms after they took Soarin away in the ambulance..."

Again tears pricked at the molten honey eyes, a distinct tremor shaking the tentative control of emotion the flyer so desperately clung to.

"She sobbed in my arms, right on the air field, right in the middle of everything. She let up just enough so that we could go to the hospital and make sure Soar was okay, but when we got back to my place... She cried for hours and asked me not to fly ever again... The next morning she took it back, but I knew she meant it. That's what terrifies me, Scratch, what she's thinking about when she thinks about me."

Vinyl reached out, carefully curling her fingers around the captain's forearm, a wistful smile ghosting her lips.

"I remember that day. It kinda sent me for a loop, too. Had it been your plane instead, we all would have lost it. You need to talk to her, Spit. You need to get all of this out in the open, okay? Separating and suffering alone when you should be together is never good, I should know... Find out where she stands, Spit, and don't let your emotion block you from Symphony... you need each other."

Merely nodding, the flyer bit her lip and looked away, pale eyebrows drawing where she fought the bitter emotion pounding through her chest. Hiccupping a soft cry, Spit whirled her head around as Vinyl climbed to her feet before peering adoringly down at the pilot.

"Spitfire, it's small, but... This morning Symphony told me that she can't picture you without a plane and that terrified her... I love you, Pompous Stunt Pilot, would you like to venture out into the world with me? Maybe clear your head? I need to pick up my car from Dad's."

Spitfire chuckled before angrily wiping at her tear tracks, eyes flicking up to half-heartedly sneer at her friend.

"Nah, V, I just... I'll stay here. I don't feel much like socializing."

Bobbing her head in agreement, Vinyl trekked over toward the same bowl, plucking her own bike keys out before turning back toward the downtrodden individual, a small smile twisting her lips. Quickly closing the space between them, Vinyl dropped to her knees before the pilot, hands lifting to ruffle the soft hair before gently cupping the woman's cheeks. Waiting until honey brown eyes lifted upward, Vinyl winked and leaned forward, placing a wet kiss on the pilot's forehead, earning a soft laugh from her friend. Pulling away, the DJ pinched the cheeks beneath her fingers before sitting back on her feet and slid out the pilot's lighter, carefully dropping it in an outstretched palm.

"I'm keeping your cigarettes. I'll be back here in a bit, to make sure you're not here and out talking to your girl like you should be, okay? Call me if you need anything, got it? I really do love you, ya big pain in the ass."

Smirking, Spitfire lightly punched the DJ in the arm before watching her stand, eyes glowing up at the snarky spinner.

"Thanks, Vinyl. And if you ever tell anyone that I cried in your arms, I'll murder you and hide your body in the Everfree Forest."

"Everyone knows that underneath that bravado, bitchiness, and cockiness beats the heart of a little, harmless kitten."

"Shut up, Vinyl."

Grinning down at the woman, Vinyl tossed up a small salute before turning on her heel and approached the door, slowly pulling it open before she tossed a careful smile back at the pilot.

"The Wonderbolts may be your lifeblood, Spitfire, but Symphony Strings is your heart and soul."

With a lasting look, Vinyl smiled briefly before finally sliding out the door, closing it softly behind her. Spitfire bit her lip and tilted her head back, brown eyes tracking upward to peer outside to the dark gray sky swirling above her city. Her thumb absently brushed across her bicep, eyes instantly falling to the Wonderbolt tattoo on her upper arm, a wistful smile pulling across her face.

Octavia walked stiffly across the walkway, cello in hand, stopping only to pull open the glass door before stepping into the warm shop. Sapphire eyes glanced up at the newcomer, a pleasant smile twisting the full lips of the confectioner. Brushing her hands on her apron, Bonbon slipped from behind her counter and walked up to the cellist, waving absently as a smiling businessman disappeared out the door with a pointed wave. Absorbing the player's troubled look, Bon ran a comforting hand down the musician's arm before waving over to a table to the side, a kind warmth permeating the candy maker as she settled the dark-haired woman.

"What kind of sweet would you like, Octavia? You look positively grave."

Smiling blankly, Octavia leaned her case against the wall and slumped in the rather conspicuous chair, hand absently gesturing to the bright glass cases by the counter.

"Something crème-filled, please. And... the darker, the better."

Chuckling, Bon straightened and passed behind the counter, plucking free a few pieces at will and dropped them in a tiny bag before closing the cases and delivered the candies to the brooding player. The ring of the entry bell chimed as a couple entered the shop, the bi-colored woman grinning at the newcomers.

"Afternoon, folks. Welcome to Sweetie Drop's Sweet Shoppe!"

The trio spoke quietly, the couple animatedly describing a confectionery treat to the attentive woman. Pulling free a notebook from behind the counter, Bonbon began taking notes, eyes flittering back and forth between the pen and the couple, a bright smile radiating from the woman as they conversed. Octavia hummed thoughtfully, mulberry eyes carefully watching the exchange with interest, fingers absently reaching for a chocolate to slip between parted lips. The creak of a door stole her attention as she peered over the counter, a shoppe employee carting another tray of bonbons.

The pink-haired woman smiled pleasantly at Octavia, her cheeks coloring in a faint blush as she nodded in response to the cellist's wave. Quickly skirting back toward the rear of the shoppe, the young girl nearly plowed into a swiftly moving Lyra, the mint-haired woman dancing perfectly away from the near-collision. Golden eyes instantly landed on the familiar strings player, a small smile appearing as she hopped over the counter and moved to sit at the table beside Octavia. Plucking up the small bag, Lyra sifted through the candies before snapping up a dark chocolate piece decorated with a mint-green swirl. Popping it into her mouth, the lyrist grinned at her fellow strings player before leaning her elbow on the table.

"Heya, cellist. I'm surprised to see you out and about.. Spit told us what that text of yours said."

Coloring at the memory of the implicitly suggestive text, Octavia shuffled uncomfortably, an aggrieved smile curling her lips.

"Y-yes, well... Vinyl and I were requested at the Harwan, and then... Well, there was something I had to take care just a small while ago... I came here for something rich and sweet, to unwind."

Nodding in understanding, Lyra leaned back in her chair and studied the woman, a devilish grin springing to life as she opened her mouth to speak. A pulsing bass beat, however, stopped her in mid-breath, a giddy chuckle bursting forth instead. The sound grew near, a confused frown splashing across Octavia's face as the noise amplified.

"Heavens, what is that racket??"

Laughing almost out loud, Lyra turned her head to peer out the large windows at the front of the store in time to see a white low-rider pull up to the curb, the storefront rattling at the intensity of the music. Whistling appreciatively, Lyra stood and approached the door, eyes raking over the sparkling white paint job, carefully offset by black and blue designs stretching the entire side of the car. The white and blue rims sparkled in the rain and the soft glow of the candy shoppe, the small vehicle settling as the bass suddenly cut out. Vinyl Scratch swung open the driver side door and stood, the wild blue hair instantly visible across the roof of the low automobile. Lyra snorted as Octavia's voice floated over to her, drawing a quick glance from the lyrist.

"Oh my goodness..."

Laughing loudly at the cellist's reaction, golden eyes snapped over to the grinning couple and Bonbon before turning forward as Vinyl stepped around the car and approached the shoppe, grinning at Lyra as she swung the door open for her.

"Hey, Heartstrings."

"Nice ride, Scratch. I see the body boys fixed her up and made her beautiful."

Grinning smugly, Vinyl slipped her lenses up before peering impishly at the cellist.

"My, my... the candy shoppe's serving up more sweetness, hm?"

Blushing, Octavia dropped her eyes to the table, an elated smile twitching to life on her face as Vinyl sauntered over to her table. Leaning her hands on the smooth surface, the DJ waited before the cellist finally looked up, warm, crimson eyes locking with glistening amethyst.

"Hey, babe."

Octavia smiled reflexively, eyes slipping closed as Vinyl leaned down to kiss her slowly, playfully earning a whistle from the lyrist before the spinner regretfully pulled away. The doorbell jingled again as the previous couple left, a low chuckle whispered in their wake. Vinyl straightened and smirked down at the flushed cellist before approaching the counter, casually leaning across the glass as she smiled dreamily at Bonbon.

"Pardon me, lady, can I have a giant bag of caramel cubes, squares, and chocolate-laden pieces?"

Laughing, Bonbon slipped closed the notebook and stowed it behind the counter before snapping open a paper bag and filled the small sack with the decadent treats. Happily accepting the bag, Vinyl fished her wallet free before jerking her head over her shoulder toward Octavia.

"How much for the sexy lady's order? My treat."

Bonbon chuckled and rung through the sale, accepting the money without a thought before she again slipped around the counter to take a seat at the small table. Vinyl dropped into the seat beside Octavia and leaned backward, snaking her arm around the back of the cellist's chair. Lyra leaned forward on the table, settling her chin on her palm as she looked back and forth between the women.

"Oh yeah, you can totally tell they did it."

Bonbon elbowed her instinctively, a small giggle bubbling from within her chest. Octavia dropped her flushed face into her palm, ignoring the throaty chuckle from her lover as Vinyl playfully ruffled her hair.

"Relax, Tav. We're all friends here."

Bonbon nodded before turning a serious eye to the couple, blue brows lifting thoughtfully.

"Yes, we are. And speaking of friends? How are Symphony and Spitfire?"

Vinyl sighed before curling open her bag and popped a caramel square into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully, eyes passing over to quietly regard the cellist. Frowning and locking eyes with the DJ, Octavia shook her head, hands clasping on the table in front of her.

"Upset. Both of them, I assume. I'm hoping they work it out... They were so happy yesterday at the game."

Vinyl bobbed her head in concurrence, red eyes passing over to stare out the storefront.

"They'll come to something, whether good or bad. We just gotta give them room to work it out. We've said what we needed to, now it's up to them."

Heaving a hefty sigh, Octavia leaned her head against the spinner's shoulder, hand instantly searching for Vinyl's.

"I don't want to think about it. Vinyl, can we go home? Today has been so... draining already."

Agreeing, Vinyl popped another square in her mouth before wrapping up her bag and stuffed it in her pocket, legs flexing as she stood up beside the table. Tugging Octavia up beside her, the jockey jerked her chin toward the remaining couple before reaching to heft the cello case.

"We'll catch up with you guys, later. Oh, Heartstrings, dust off your strings, I'm gonna need your fingers for a new tune. I'll text you."

Shrugging, Lyra smiled before tossing up a small wave.

"See ya, ladies. Try to keep the earth-shattering sex to a minimum, you know I have a tendency to show up unannounced."

Mortified, Octavia sputtered as Vinyl led her toward the exit, cheeks burning a vibrant red. Laughing despite the cellist's discomfort, the DJ smirked at her dearest friend.

"That's what the chain lock is for, homo."

Slipping her lenses over her eyes, Vinyl carefully lead her shocked lover into the rain before opening the passenger door, allowing Octavia to all but fall into the car. Securing the door, Vinyl stowed the cello in the back seat and scurried around the hood to slide into the driver seat, an impressive smirk ghosting her lips.

"Sooo?"

Eyes wandering around the interior, Octavia half-shrugged, an appreciative smirk coloring full lips.

"It's actually very nice. Where'd you get it?"

Snickering, Vinyl fired up the engine, the soft purr of a powerful machine spinning around them.

"I've actually had this car, but... Bone wrecked her like, six months ago. The body boys had her, fixed her up, and repainted her to match my awesome style. They finished the final touches on my sound system and then had to wait for my rims before I could pick her up... They called after you left for Symphony's."

Impressed, Octavia buckled up as Vinyl slipped into traffic, the massive speakers purring at a much more bearable decibel. A wave of sadness crashed through the cellist, olive fingers crawling over the console to grasp the spinner's hand.

"Vinyl, I... I want you to know that I love you. And I'm afraid for Symphony and Spitfire. I never want us to come to such a tough place, at least not again."

Bobbing her head in silence, Vinyl squeezed the hand in her grasp and turned to look at Octavia as they pulled up to a red light.

"I know what you mean, Tav. But Luna willing we won't hit something like that... I hope that all of our hardships are behind us... It's not like our relationship's been easy."

Guilt slammed into the cellist in that instant, visions of their fight in the castle forcefully pushing into her mind.

"I'm sorry, Vinyl... For all the things I said. You know that, don't you? I want nothing more to be with you, and I hope my actions dictate that truth. Those things I said, all those instances with my mother... They were mistakes."

Threading her fingers with Octavia's, Vinyl pursed her lips, a certain sadness masking her face.

"It's okay, Tav. I told you... I forgave you already. I'd rather not think about those things... Granted, they got us here, but they still hurt like hell. But you're worth it. God, are you worth it."

Eyes casting outward to watch the street pass as Vinyl pulled away from the light, Octavia desperately tried to suppress the emotion thrumming in her chest.

"I love you, Vinyl Scratch. I don't deserve you."

Laughing, the two-tone DJ gently pulled the cellist's hand to her lips to pepper small kisses on the chilled knuckles.

"You deserve me. You don't seem to understand that I'm the lucky one here. On another topic, I wanted to head to the Harwan... there's a piece I want us to look at for the pre-Hearth concert... Cool with you?"

Smiling warmly at her lover, Octavia smiled, squeezing the fingers in her grasp.

"Yes, darling, of course. Lead the way."

Flicking on her signal, Vinyl smirked and turned, leading the car toward the theatre.

Author's Notes:

Okay, so, a few things:
--I'm aware this took over a month. I'm getting married in November, all you beautiful people, and all of my free time has gone to some aspect of that. I'M NOT SORRY (I so totally am, who am I kidding? Some of you know how long I've had half of this chapter already completed!)
--I am also aware that this chapter is obviously not very OctaScratch related, but the Spitfire/Symphony dynamic is important for later.
--Somehow this story already has a hundred likes and a boatload of favorites, so thank you all for that! (Watch and Learn has also gotten quite a number of new likes, I'm glad people are showing some love to my original!!)
--While on the subject... I REALLY dislike anonymous hate. If you're set on disliking either one or both of my stories, drop me a line and tell me why so I can put you in your place/seriously discuss why you hate it. (I've done that on W&L, I enjoy a good debate.)

And on another note, I HIT OVER 100 FOLLOWERS. Mad props to DerRotSpassvogel for being my 100th! If I had a gift for you, I'd let you know, but... I don't.

I really hope to update again on Saturday... I'll really, really try. I love you all, thanks for the support!!

(Ialsosecretlyhatethischapterokaybyee~)

-Bonesy