It took over ten minutes for Fleetfoot to carry Trixie to the hospital. A record for her. Trixie was amazed at how quickly she flew across the skies. There was a few near misses with buildings but nothing hindered them. When they arrived every Wonderbolt was there. Everyone. Many looked sad or worried, like Soarin and Fleetfoot. Others like Lightning Strike and High Winds were merely waiting to see when she was going to get up. They were not worried at all.

All heads turned to Fleetfoot and Trixie. It was odd being the center of attention when you're not performing. Trixie thought. She was always one for attention, but this was different. These were Spitfire's coworkers, friends, and Trixie was an outsider. Just like she was in Ponyville. Contrary to belief, when she entered that small town she was very nervous. It took a lot to keep her cool during all the heckling. She prevailed then and she would now.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward as all the Wonderbolts stood aside letting her pass. Fleetfoot followed close behind. The teams eyes never left the azure unicorn as she made her way through them. Soarin stood at a door with 13D in it. As Trixie walked up to him, he held the door open for her. She nodded to him and he did so back. After entering the room Soarin closed the door giving her and Spitfire some privacy.

"You sure about this?" Fleetfoot asked Soarin staying behind as well.

He sighed shaking his head. "She'll be fine Fleetfoot. I know the Captain. She's tough as nails." he said walking past her. She followed, as did the team, stopping to glance at the door. "It's not her physical health I'm worried about." she muttered to herself.

Room 13D.

Trixie entered room 13D. Inside she found a typical room for a hospital. Grey and white walls, a large bed, and table. A tv was in the corner playing the news. Trixie ignored it focusing on the flame maned pegasus she'd come to see. She wasn't in bed but standing in front of the window. Spitfire was looking out into the city unmoving. Trixie walked around the bed to her. The soft clopping of her hooves echoed slightly as she approached.

"I'm glad you came Trixie." Spitfire said not turning to look at her. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Trixie came as soon as she heard." She stood by the bed tapping her hoof nervously. "Fleetfoot said you were hurt by a dragon. Trixie feared the worst."

She went up beside the pegasus, pressing her body against hers. Spitfire wrapped a wing around her holding her tightly. Her gaze never left the window. She was staring blankly outside. Trixie observed outside as well. It was a beautiful night. The moon shined across the land casting shadows over the land. It also light some of the darkest areas within the city so ponies could see. They loved the night. It was a night like this that brought them together.

Together. Trixie thought pressing her lips against Spitfire's neck. The larger mare shivered from the sudden contact. A small grin donned the mares face. She looked down at the unicorn. She then lifted Trixie's arms up around her waist as she moved in front of her. Wrapping her own arms around Trixie's neck she pulled her into a passionate kiss. Breaking from the kiss, Trixie used her magic to wrapped the bed blanket around them. The added warmth was enjoyable and comfortable to them.

They spent the next several minutes in silence looking out the window. "Trixie, you awake?" Trixie responded with a kiss on her cheek. "Well, glad to see you're in a good mood." From underneath the cover she wrapped her wings around Trixie.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Trixie asked Spitfire.

The fiery mare giggled. "Straight to the point I see." She stroked Trixie's mane making her purr like a cat. She was in heaven from the hoof running through her mane. "Aww, you're so cute." She stopped petting her and put on a more serious look. Not urgent but a sad serious face. "Trixie? Have you ever thought about having kids before?" she asked putting her chin on her head.

"Yes and the answer is no. Trixie won't ruin her perfect figure for anything!" she said haughty. She then narrowed her eyes guessing where this might be going. "Why do you ask?" she said feigning ignorance.

Spitfire looked upset. "I've always wanted kids. Never had the time... or stallion to do it with." She placed both hooves on Trixies face making her look into her eyes. It wasn't forceful but determined. "I want to know Trixie. If we keep our relationship... do you care if I have kids adopted or otherwise?" She was anxious to hear what Trixie had to say.

Trixie on the other hoof never really gave it much thought. It was true what she said to Spitfire but she never considered adoption either. She then thought about her family. Her mother and father were always there for her even thought she pushed them away all her life. I wish I wasn't such a brat growing up now. Even though she never considered the possibility she wouldn't deny her mate the same luxury.

She looked up to Spitfire, smiling at her. "Trixie wouldn't mind it. As long as you're happy, then Trixie is happy too."

The two nuzzled each other. Spitfire then picked up Trixie and slowly waddled over to the bed. She lifted Trixie laying on her back and rolled over putting Trixie beside her on the bed. Still covered, they separated and laid the blanket over them no longer wrapped by the constricting blanket, Spitfire laid on top of Trixie.

"Trixie." The azure mare looked up to her. " I know we just met and our relationship has gone beyond mere friendship. But... I love you Trixie. In my heart i know I do."

"Trixie feels the same. You made her feel welcomed even when others wouldn't." She kissed her again.

"Thank you Trixie." Spitfire said licking her on the neck. "Fighting that dragon made me realize something today. I'm not immortal. I know my own mortality now." She looked to the window as if deep in thought. "I realize I can't be reckless anymore. I learned just what that can get you. The reason I bring this up is because... I lost something very important today."

She laid on her back throwing the cover to the side exposing herself to Trixie. Slowly she spread her legs showing herself to Trixie. The azure unicorn averted her gaze blushing. Then she looked again to see that Spitfire was in tears covering herself like she was embarrassed. "I figured you'd think that after you saw the scars. It's disgusting I know."

Then it clicked. She wasn't; showing herself to Trixie but something else. Trixie slowly placed a hoof on her mates hooves gently pulling on them. Spitfire resisted but Trixie persisted. "Please Spitfire. It's OK you don't need to feel embarrassed. It wasn't the scars Trixie looked away for." The pegasus looked unsure. "Please love. Show me." Trixie said putting on her sad face. She couldn't say no to that face. Once again she slowly, but reluctantly, opened herself up to Trixie. Trixie blushed again expecting to see something beautiful, that is until she saw the scars.

"Oh, by the gods."

Spitfire had been heavily stitched up. Her belly was missing its fur along with her inner thighs. A massive stitch line ran from her waist down to her marehood. Two more were on either side an two more on her legs. She looked like a mangled mess underneath.

"Trixie, I can't... I can't..." she tried to speak but couldn't bring herself to say anything as she began to cry. She lunged into the azure mares shoulder wailing. Trixie wanted to say something, anything. But every time she felt it would have made things worse. So she waited.

Eventually Spitfire calmed down. When she did, Trixie had made her decision. "Love. If you want children then let's do it."

The pegasus mare gave her a weak smile. "Really? You don't mind if we do?"

She held up a hoof. "There are some ground rules. First off we'll wait for no less than one year. Give Trixie time to reestablish herself." Spitfire nodded. "Second, we'll always consider adoption first. I would never deny you your happiness love. But we must be patient."

Spitfire nodded in agreement.

"Last and only if we can't adopt Trixie will consider bearing foals for you." she said laying down in her mates chest. "Funny but wasn't Trixie here not long ago too? Funny how things work out huh?" she asked Spitfire, kissing her.

Spitfire laughed gasping as she felt a strong pain in her stomach. "Oh, Trixiiieee." she whined. The smaller mare sighed rolling over trying to ignore her mate. "Trixiiieee... Trixiieee..." she continued to whine.

"What Spitfire?" Trixie sighed rolling over to face her. The yellow mare stared not saying a word. She had a goofy look. It made Trixie feel uncomfortable. "What?" she asked sternly.

"Can I have kisses?"

"What?"

"Kisses?"

"Ugh, fine." Trixie leaned over to kiss Spitfire on the lips but was stopped by her hoof.

"No, not there." she pointed down. "Down there." she grinned patting Trixie on the head. The azure mare turned red at the implication. Absentmindedly nodding she ducked under the covers. In moments Spitfire was moaning softly as she rubbed Trixie's head beneath the covers.

Suddenly there was a knocking at the door. Quickly Spitfire pressed Trixie down into her. Unfortunately Trixie had her mouth open and was now devouring Spitfire's foalhole whole. A nurse came in looking concerned. "Miss Spitfire are you alright? I heard you moaning, are you in pain?" she looked to see if Spitfire was OK. She pressed a hoof over her head, it was unusually warm. "Oh dear! You're burning up!" she sniffed the air. It was stiff and stale. "Let's open a window for you.

She walked over opening the nearest window slightly ajar. Trixie took the opportunity to try and shift herself under the covers. She was having trouble breathing through her nose, which caused her to try and breath through her mouth. This only aroused the now stiff pegasus to where she laid against the headboard of the bed to keep her wings down. Oh Trixie stop. she desperately thought.

She looked to see the nurse walking over and tried hard to keep a straight face. "There, how's that ma'am?" the young nurse asked. Spitfire's eyes darted from her covers to the nurse as she walked around taking her temperature. "Hmm. You seem to be running a fever. I'll get the doctor in here to check on you." The nurse turned to leave. Spitfire was panicking now and Trixie couldn't breath enough to panic about anything else. Then Spitfire did the only thing she could think of.

"Wa-wait!" She blurted out to the nurse, who stopped and gave her undivided attention. "I was... I was not hot. I mean I was but it's not from what you think. You see... I was um," sh stuttered trying to figure out how to say this. "I was having my private time. You know. Myself time?" she wiggled her eyebrows to the nurse as her wings shot up.

It took a moment before the poor nurse realized what she meant. She blushed and circled in place. "Oh, dear! I'm so sorry I didn't' know! I'll leave and come back later!Sorrytobotheryou!" she zipped out of the room closing the door behind her.

After waiting a minute, Spitfire released Trixie who promptly shot up from the covers. "GAAHHH AIR!" she gasped. Her face was even more blue than it should have been. She glared at Spitfire who gave a weak smile. "You so owe Trixie kisses later."

After being interrupted the two decided not to try their luck again. Instead the opted for cuddling in bed. As the night passed they talked about their dreams and hopes for their future together. One thing came up over and over again. Adoption. Trixie seemed keen on the idea of adoption for some reason. It made Spitfire wonder why. Regardless, they both decided to seek out potential adoption kids. And as soon as Spitfire was out they would start looking. Together.

As the night waned on, Princess Luna was traversing the Dreamscape. There she found the mare she'd been looking for. Trixie. She thought passing through the veil leading to Trixie's dreams. Inside she found thoughts of family and love for a fiery mane pegasus she was familiar with. The two were close together under a tree on a hill. Beyond was an open field of grass and sunflowers. They seemed happy but something was off.

She'd seen such dreams before. They were dreams made from uncertainty. Usually influenced by a radical change in ones life. One they feared. 'I shall help thee little moon.' She lit her horn as a small colt/filly trotted happily towards her and Spitfire. The two happily took the young pony beside them and a bond between the three was formed. Happiness fell over them as they began to play in the field. Laughing was heard echoing in the Dreamscape. Luna smiled at the sight.

Then something caught her eye. A dark mirror fragment lay where Trixie sat. Frowning at the objects meaning she crept towards it. Reaching for it with her magic a dark field halted her lashing back with a torrent of force that snapped her out of the Dreamscape.

Shooting up from her slumber, the Night Princess panted as her portal mirror she used for the Dreamsacpe cracked.

"A dark omen floats over that poor mare." She got out of bed and walked over to her balcony. Looking over Canterlot she eyed the shadows carefully, as if something lurked in its depths. "I must remain vigilant." she said. Finding nothing she retreated to her room and prepared for the Night Courts.

Meanwhile in the depths of Manehatten a young stallion sat alone at Pette's Pie Bar. He was a unicorn of crimson red and a charcoal black mane. Her had a small portable mirror beside him as he ate. Suddenly it cracked. He stopped eating and grinned. Leaving the mirror he paid his bill and left without a word. Throwing a red cloak over him.

My sisters will be pleased I've made progress. And sooner than expected. he thought descending into the depths of the city.

Author's Notes:

Alright here we are and what madness does I have for you today my dear readers. I got my mojo back and I'll hopefully be popping more chapters out for a while without stopping!

Enjoy!