It was early in the morning in the city of Manehatten. Celestia's sun was just beginning to rise over Manehatten. Ponies began their morning routines preparing for the day ahead. in the Ivory Tower Apartments, a certain showpony and Wonderbolt were fast asleep. Her fiery mane was a mess and her yellow fur was standing in small patches. She was dreaming a most wonderful dream.

High above the clouds, Spitfire was flying with great speed and agility. She was happy now, nothing could ruin this moment. She flew for hours nothing holding her back, no paper work tryouts or recruits, just her and the skies. "Aww yeah! The sky is mine, and nopony can stop me now!" she yelled in excitement doing a loop.

She looked at the cloud formations as she flew, noticing a large cloud spire below, she dived down flying towards it. Still flying down, she began to press her body against the cloud formation. This caused a pathway to form from top to the bottom of the spire as she flew down.

Once at the bottom Spitfire looked at her handiwork. Beaming with pride, she flew to the top of the spire and rode the path she made like a slide, head first, and rode it to the bottom. As she reached the bottom she allowed her body to fly off, launching her into the air, she spread her wings and once again began to fly. She was happy.

BOOM! Suddenly there was a sound of thunder, it echoed across the skies. It became dark. She could still see all around her, but the sun was being blocked by the clouds. Suddenly, there was a clashing of metal and clanking of armor. She looked up to the source of the sounds, two giant clouds began ricocheting off each other. the clouds began to take shape after three consecutive strikes against each other. One took the form of a pegasus clad in armor with a Trojan style helm, wielding a shield and spear. The other took the form of a unicorn donned in ornate robes and hat, wielding a large staff with a crescent moon at the top. Spitfire recognized the figures, it was Fleetfoot and Trixie.

The two colossal titans clashed, cloud Fleetfoot took her spear and made a mighty slash at Trixie. Cloud Trixie responded by raising her staff and tapped it on the 'ground', sending a barrier up that deflected the spear. the cloud Trixie wore a smug grin the cloud formed Fleetfoot growled at her. Then, Fleetfoot conjured up several teardrop shapes around her each split in half revealing an almost diamond shape to them. She then grabbed her shield with both hooves and split it into two parts, each taking the form of a wheel, as she swung them behind her as thunder and lightning danced behind her. Trixie flinched at this, all of the confidence in her face gone, and replaced by fear.

The wheels began to spin and were engulfed by misty flames. The diamond shapes began flying one after the other at Trixie, who fell to her knees, as Fleetfoot began striking Trixie. Trixie screeched in pain at the endless assault. Fleetfoot now had a sadistic grin, she was clearly taking pleasure in Trixie's pain.

Spitfire just hovered in place, unable to move from fear, as she watched the horrifying spectacle. Watching Fleetfoot causing Trixie so much pain was unbearable. Tears welled up in her eyes. I can't allow this! She thought. This isn't right! As she charged to Fleetfoot, hovering next to her ear, she began yelling at her trying to get her attention. "Fleetfoot, you have to stop!" she cried. Fleetfoot ignored her continuing her assault, she stuck Trixie across the face leaving a deep cut on her left cheek.

Trixie howled in pain as she reached for the face with one hoof, while the other raised her staff blasting Fleetfoot in the chest. The blast let out a torrent of wind knocking Spitfire back away from them. The blast dented her armor and blew her back. Spitfire then flew to Trixies side. "Trixie!" she called out. "You're not like this! You have to stop!" There was no response. Trixie's staff vanished as she reached across her hips retracting misty scimitars. They were as long as Trixie stood, the blades were curved only slightly at the ends which bent back like a fishhook. Trixie stood with the scimitars in a defensive posture, her arms crossed over each other and the scimitars held in reverse, making her look like a beetle with large mandibles.

Spitfire was panicking at this point, she had no idea what to do to stop these two titans from fighting. They won't listen to me. She looked at Fleetfoot, who was now poised and ready to strike, and back to Trixie. I can't take this anymore! she began to to hyperventilate. I can't reason with them, but I can't let them hurt each other either! She then say Trixie lunge at Fleetfoot, just as Fleetfoot raised her shield, who deflected her first strike as her spear and Trixie's last scimitar flew at the other impaling each other. A moment passed, neither figure moved, then suddenly both screamed their voices echoing across the realm. Everything became blurry as their screams ran through Spitfire's ears.

Spitfire was in complete shock at this. Fleetfoot Screams of pain caused her to think of the past. Fleetfoot was special to her, she was like that sister she loved yet never had, and now she was dying in pain. Fleetfoot gripped her stomach lurching out a dark substance, like she was choking on blood. Trixie was in a similar condition, she was grasping the spear her body twitching trying to pull it out. When she did a similar black mass poured from her stomach, causing her to grip the wound trying to stop its flow. She looked at Trixie, still gripping her wound swaying, she was to be her friend. Now she was dying and she'd never get to tell her how much she liked her. She had feelings for Trixie, they were similar to her feelings for Fleetfoot but stronger, now she'll never get the chance to figure out what these feelings meant.

Before Spitfire could even think of what to do, the two towering figures fell into each other and began to plummet towards her. She tried moving, but she was held in place by the black mass protruding from the two cloud mares. She struggled trying to get free from the black mass, but the harder she struggled the more in constricted her movements. As the bodies came closer she struggled, desperate to get free, until they fell upon her leaving only black.

Spitfire woke up sweating, her blankets were drenched. She was breathing heavily, as is she'd flown several hundred laps at the Wonderbolt Academy. She sat in bed looking around, trying to gauge her surroundings. It was just a dream. she thought. She glanced at her clock which read 7am.

"Well, guess it's time to get up." she groaned rubbing her eyes. Then she remembered the previous night with Fleetfoot and Trixie. "ARGH. Why me?" she moaned to nopony in particular, as she made her way to the bathroom. Friendships are so hard sometimes. she thought combing her mane.

She did a quick brush to tidy up her fur and mane, making herself look presentable. After that was followed by a quick stretch routine. Then at 7:30, she left to head to her personal gym. When she got there she was surprised, to see a familiar azure unicorn in there. She was hanging from her hind legs on a bar doing sit-ups. With each rise she let out a loud HUFF, before reclining. Behind her was a massive window which allowed the dawn sunlight to come through. This light enhanced Trixie's features, which Spitfire liked.

Her legs were toned, not massive, and yet they retained a certain curvature around her hips. Her mane glistened with sweat as she rose up and down. As Trixie reclined again, Spitfire noticed a oddity in the unicorns fur, a patch across Trixie's back was uneven like a razor was taken across her back and finally started growing back. It was such a minute difference that Spitfire almost didn't notice it.

The azure mare noticed Spitfire was watching her. She halted her workout to observe the fiery mare. "So, you come to admire the amazing features of Trixie, Captain?" she asked in a sultry tone.

Spitifre blushed at the mares tone, and she felt her wings twitch slightly by her voice. Goddess why does she have to be so cute? she thought to herself. "Well of course," she said sarcastically watching the mare, "I simply CAN'T take my eyes off you."

"Oh, you silly pegasus."

"No you're the silly one." she said pointing to her.

Trixie swung her body around the pole, throwing herself in the air and lading near Spitfire. "Yes, well Trixie was also wondering, why are you up so early?"

"I wake up early everyday and workout." Spitfire responded, gesturing to the gym. "I had this put in early in my career as an Officer Wonderbolt." She then walked over to the same bar Trixie was on, and began to do pull-ups. "I want to stay in tip-top form. So, I workout everyday of the week early in the mornings to late afternoon." she said in a cool manner trying to impress Trixie.

Trixie watched her do pull-ups for a minute before speaking. "I see." she started circling the other mare. "You are like Trixie then?"

"How so?" Spitfire asked not stopping her routine. "You mean like early mornings, workout, or both?"

Trixie finished circling Spitfire, and stood behind her watching her hind quarters, as she finished her pull-up sets. Aww, she stopped. Trixie thought in disappointment. "Both." Trixie responded.

Spitfire wiped the sweat from her head and turned to look at Trixie. "Well, we should get ready, Fleetfoot will most likely be here soon." she said walking past Trixie.

Trixie followed her out to the main lobby where they had a brief breakfast of eggs, toast, and hay oats. Trixie ate the food trying not to scarf it down in one sitting. Spitfire found it difficult to not laugh at the mare. Trixie scowled at her wanting to tell her off, but instead she stuffed lots of egg and oats in her mouth. After some thoughtful chewing, Trixie chugged some water forcing her stuffed cheeks to swallow the food.

Spitfire thought this made her looked like a chipmunk, and proceeded to laugh at the unicorn. Trixie simply smiled in response not wanting to ruin this moment. She was happy eating with Spitfire. Not because of her celebrity status, though it did influence her somewhat, but the fact that she treated Trixie like an equal. Trixie found she liked the older mare for that. Aside from Pete the bar owner, no other pony had treated her kindly except for one other before she got to Manehatten.

Trixie and Spitfire finished their meal in silence, after Spitfire stopped her laughing fit at Trixie. Just as they finished there was a knocking at the front door. Spitfire looked to Trixie who was now taking the dishes into the kitchen via magic.

"Trixie's got this, you can go answer the door Spitfire." she said as she began to pile the dishes next to the sink.

Spitfire nodded. "Thanks, Trix." she said. She entered the lobby and made her way to the door. When she opened it Fleetfoot was standing there in a white sweater with a whistle around her neck wearing sunglasses. Spitfire hugged the smaller mare who hugged her back. Spitfire broke the hug, but continued to hold the other pegasus by the shoulders rubbing them slightly.

"Morning Fleetfoot, are you hungry?" she asked pointing to the kitchen. "We just had breakfast, do you want some?" The young pegasus looked tired, and Spitfire decided she'd have a little fun beforehand. (What are hands?)

''No Captain, I'm not hungry I alre-" she was interrupted by Spitfire.

"Don't slouch when you speak, and stand at attention when addressing an Officer, Lieutenant!" she barked at Fleetfoot. The response was instantaneous. Fleetfoot practically jumped snapping at attention saluting eyes wide and clearly awake.

"Yes, Captain!" she barked. A minute passed and Spitfire puffed her cheeks trying hard not to laugh, ultimately she began rolling on the floor laughing. Fleetfoot blushed at this humiliation pointing to her commanding officer.

"Yo-You suck Spitfire!" she yelled accusingly. "You know I'm not a morning pony!"

"I know, Fleet!" Spitfire stood up wiping a tear from her eye. "But you know me, I can't resist a good joke every once on a while. Plus," she said poking her in the chest, "You can be so gullible, especially in the mornings."

Fleetfoot stared at the other pegasus, then she decided to get even with her. She crouched like a cat before lunging at Spitfire, causing both to roll on the carpet in front of the couch. The two wrestled laughing in good spirits. Spitfire rolled over Fleetfoot , holding her in a headlock, giving her a noogie. Fleetfoot escaped the headlock, and the annoying noogie, and leapt onto Spitfire.

"Ha! I got you now Spitfire!" she grinned victoriously from atop the mare.

Spitfire not moving rolled her eyes to this. She the stood up causing the other mare to fall unceremoniously to the floor. There was a loud OMPH, as Fleetfoot landed on her belly. Suddenly there was a tremendous weight placed on her, as Spitfire proceeded to lay on top of her.

"Hey! No fair you weigh more than me!" she exclaimed trying to escape her captor.

"Now Fleet, you know muscle is heavier than fat. So me being muscle, '' Spitfire poked the younger mare in the side, "and you being SMALL, I have the weight and strength advantage." She finished shooting Fleetfoot a cocky grin.

Fleetfoot flailed trying to get the other mare off her. When her attempts failed Spitfire laughed at her, causing her blush to intensify tenfold, she was practically red faced. "No! You're just fat!" she yelled as Spitfire jabbed her in the side. "He-Hey, that hurt fatty!"

"OK, OK. I think that's enough don't you?" Spitfire asked the now panting mare.

"Fine, but just remember I let you win." the younger mare claimed.

Spitfire rolled her eyes standing up. Fleetfoot then stood up, with a helping hoof from Spitfire, and they both sat on the couch. Sitting next to each other Spitfire began to groom the younger mare. Fleetfoot smiled with her eyes closed as Spitfire ran her rough tongue across her face. After a moment she began to fidget.

"You know Spitfire." she trailed off as Spitfire stopped to hear what she had to say. "I don't know if I ever told you, but I really miss this. I miss us." She looked to the older mare with a sad look in her eyes. "With work and our lives the way they are, we never have time for each other anymore. I wish we could spend more time together." she looked down at her hooves rubbing them together. "I've always looked up to you as a big sister Spitfire. I never had siblings, and you were always there for me after my mother left and, I care about you. I want…" she trailed off staring out the window behind them.

"I don't think you need to say anymore, Fleet." Spitfire said. This caused the other mare to look at her with a curious gaze. "Honestly I feel the same. I can't say for sure but I always saw you as a younger sister since Flight School, when we were young."

"You did for that long?"

"Yeah, I did, Fleet, ever since Vector…" she trailed off thinking back on that day. Suddenly, Trixie appeared from the hallway door. Her coat was damp like she'd just taken a shower, a slight fragrance of peach ran across the room. Spitfire and Trixie exchanged a smile and nod, while Fleetfoot scowled angrily at the showmare. "Hey Trixie. Decided to shower before we talked?"

Trixie walked over sitting next to Spitfire. "Yes, Trixie always wants to look her best, even for such a small crowd such as this." she said with pride. "So, you have questions you want to ask Trixie?"

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone new chapter finally YAY! So, is Trixie gonna be friends with Fleet at the end of the day? Or is the stick wedged to far up to pull out? Find out soon! As always any grammatical errors found let me know so I can fix them! And I hate commas!