Trixie had returned to the concert hall after everyone had left. It was late, it was dark, and she didn't care. She just sat on the wall she had just earlier fallen from while trying to make another failed "dramatic exit" and stared at the stage. She was filled with a mixture of rage and depression. Rage for having her moment stolen from her by both The Dazzlings and Rainbooms and depression from not having anything to get her parent's attention.

Trixie was the only child of, not rich, but more than financially comfortable parents. Her father was an insurance salesman. He made a very good living doing that. He couldn't sell ice cubes to an eskimo, but he could interest them in a good cooler. Her mother was a an advertising agent. So she was kind of a salesperson too, she supposed. Once again, she was good at what she did, but not great.

Both of her parents worked a lot. She barely saw them. In fact she had more vivid memories of her nannies than them. And she had had several. Her parents never wanted her to bond with anyone else so they only kept a nanny on for about three or four months and then got a new one. She had English, Guatemalan, French, Chinese, Haitian, and so on nannies. So many that by the time she was six she could curse in eight different languages and twenty-three different dialects. It made for an interesting party trick.

Not that her parents ever noticed. They never noticed anything about her. Nothing she did ever seemed to draw their attention. She often felt like an after thought to them. Like a toy they wanted to have and show off and tell people they had, but never actually wanted to play with. Her whole "The Great and Powerful Trixie" persona was created as a way to get their attention. But her magic, her music, never got more than a raised eyebrow or a "that's interesting darling" from them. If she had won tonight, won the battle, maybe she could have brought that home to them and gotten some sort of praise ( well at least when they came home from vacation). But that was not to be. Upstaged by the freaks, her performance would not even to be remembered. So she sat and started and cursed (in Vietnamese this time) and yearned for revenge.

"Hello Trixie."

Trixie looked around and saw Adagio and Aria standing, looking at her. How dare they! Couldn't they at least let her stew by herself? Did they have to intrude and co-op every moment she had? "Go away," she spat out.

"But we want to talk to you." Adagio's voice was soft, consoling, with just a hint of smug happiness. It irritated Trixie to no end.

"I don't want to talk, especially to you." She turned her head and went back to staring at the stage, wishing they'd just leave her alone.

"Don't you want to at least hear our offer?" Adagio teased.

"Forget it Adagio," Aria said annoyed. "She's not interested"

"What offer?" Trixie kept looking forward as she spoke. She was fed-up with them and wanted them to leave but she at least wanted to hear what type of "offer" they were making. She had nothing else to do and nothing left to lose either.

"As you may have noticed, there's only two of us now." Adagio began. Trixie's head snapped around and her eyes went from Adagio and Aria and realized for the first that Sonata was missing. Adagio smiled and continued. "Our dear sister, Sonata, sadly became too weak to continue with us. Don't get me wrong; she always was the weak link in the chain, but she was able to at least marginally function. But now, alas, she has gone completely soft; running to the others in search of forgiveness.

"However; we have grown accustomed to being a trio. You, you impressed me. The way you trapped those Rainbooms underneath the stage to further your own interest - classic! You have the guts and determination to be one of us. So that's our offer; be one of us."

Trixie just looked at them for a second and then said, "Why should I? What's in it for me?" Trixie could tell by their shocked expressions on their faces that that wasn't the answer they were expecting. "Seriously. What can you offer me? With those little stones of yours gone, you can't sing, you have no magic; at least I'm assuming since you all ran off the stage like frightened kittens and not stood and fought. So what would joining you two do for me?" Now Trixie was starting to feel powerful and in control. Maybe this night wouldn't be a total loss after all.

"Ok, you want to play it that way," Adagio answered back, barely controlling her anger," the purple one, what's her name . . ."

"Twilight Sparkle," Trixie said.

"Twilight Sparkle; she's from our dimension. She wasn't here at first but then she came. Therefore there must be a portal somewhere around here, between this world and ours. One which the others can send messages to Twilight and she can come here through. If you help us find it, you may come along back with us. Once there; we'll be able to replace our shattered charms, regain our magic, and then wreak unholy havoc on both worlds." Adagio was almost growling now. The anger and resentment of all that had happened to her to night boiling over. She was leaning forward toward Trixie, her left hand, held at chest level, clenched into an iron fist.

She then leaned back, took a deep breath, and composed herself. "Think about it Trixie. You with the power to control others, to make them do whatever you wanted, to have them love, adore, and worship you as a goddess, as well eternal youth; what more could you ask?"

Trixie thought about it - thought about her parents, groveling at her feet, expressing their undying love and admiration to her. She looked Adagio in the eyes and asked, "So what do you want from me?"

"The basics: food, clothing, shelter. Since, as you noticed, we've lost our magic; we have no way to obtain those things anymore. Any job, if we were so inclined to get a job, that would hire us 'teenagers' would pay no where near what we would need to survive; let alone provide us the time to find the portal." Adagio was blunt and to the point. She had underestimated Trixie at first but knew now it was time to get serious.

"So let me get this straight; I take you in - feed you, clothe you, and the rest and you will . . . "

"Make you a goddess," Adagio finished. "Do we have a deal?"

Trixie looked from Adagio to Aria then back to Adagio. She knew these girls could not be trusted and there was no guarantee they would even find this portal they were looking for; but, what other choice did she really have? The idea that she might have true, unlimited power, eternal life, as well as finally getting her parents undivided love and attention was just too good to pass up on. "Deal. You can come back to my house tonight. My parents are away on vacation for another two weeks yet; not saying they would even take notice even if they were there. You rest and we'll start looking tomorrow. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Adagio said with a big smile on her face; her voice full of pride. She stuck out her right hand which Trixie took and shook. The deal was done.

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Adagio looked out one of the big windows in Trixie's house. The house was far and away much nicer than she had imagined. They had arrived earlier and unpacked. Trixie and Aria had fallen asleep but Adagio couldn't. She knew Trixie didn't trust them and, quite frankly, she didn't trust Trixie. But the plan was coming together. Soon (at least she hoped soon), everything would workout and she'd have her old powers back. Still; after two defeats, (one from Star Swirl and one from the Rainbooms) she knew she needed a plan B. And she already had in mind what, or rather who, that was going to be; the only other one who had created as much, if not more, damage than she did - Sunset Shimmer. Adagio didn't believe in redemption. Beneath that nice girl image she had now, the old Sunset still raged. If she could get to it, bring it out, she would have no need of Trixie or even Aria for that matter. Yes, it was good to have a plan B.

Author's Notes:

In motion pictures (live action or animated) you often can't get into a character's mind and understand their motivations. More so when said film or show is aimed at children. So I started creating back stories to explain to myself why the characters were acting they way they were (other than because the writers thought it would be good for the plot). So for Trixie, I came to see here as a neglected child who was calling out for her parents in an extremely self destructive and narcissistic way.

But I do not own any of these characters so whatever personal motivations you might have come up with are as equally valid. So hopefully I didn't step on any toes.