"Grr!! I can't just sit here!"

Snarled a raspy voiced athlete.

"Ya'll gonna sit right der, or else!"

Countered the deep drawl of a well worn farmer.

"Darlings, please!"

The every regal voice of a fashionista silenced them both.

The waiting room to Canterlot Hospital Maternity ER was, well, becoming tense. None of the seven girls knew exactly how to deal with this kind of stress. It was one thing to be invited to the birth of they're former Principal Celestia, twins. But this was they're friends, they're Sisters.

The heavy boots of Aria Blaze stormed up and down the coffee cup, empty soda can and nervously eaten candy wrapper laden hall. She stopped at the now sparsely stocked candy vending machine, and with a huff dug for pocket change. Her last smoke had been spent nearly an hour ago, and the fighter was not about to leave for more. The tinges of addiction to strong she turned to sweets to fill her need. The soft hand of her youngest sibling stroked over her scar clad biceps. The gruff Harley driving tomboy snapped her sharp gaze around to stare up at the awkwardly tall Sonata.

"What dork?"

"Arriiii! Can you buy me a Butterfinger?"

Aria rolled her eyes and poked her Sister in her round middle.

"You've had enough chubby, back off I only got enough for ME!"

"Awww! Ari!! Come on, you know I get hungry when I'm worried!"

"Then you sure worry a lot!"

"Arriiiiii!!!"

Lifting a fist under her siblings chin, the fighter growled a threat, but the sound soon petered off, as she sighed loudly and typed in the code for her Sisters favorite treat. With head low she knelt to retrieve the candy.

"Here loser, it's all yours."

Taken the offerd candy with wide eyes, the overly tall blue Siren gave a very worried look to her silent sibling.

"Aria?"

The scar clad MMA brawler cringed at the use of her full name, Sonata rarely used it. Turning she looked up at the now trembling girl, her ruby gaze snapping from Aria, then to the ward doors they're eldest Sister and her wife had been taken.

"A..a..Ar...ia.."

In a blur of nearly six foot long pig tails and muscle, she wrapped the larger female in a tight warm embrace.

"Shh, shh little one. I know, I know. Everything is gonna be ok, I promise."

Dropping her treat she clung to big sister for dear life. Her large frame suddenly broke into sobs.

"We, we where just at dinner last night. She wasn't due till next week, Aria! I..I can't imagine what Adagio is going through."

A tender white hand rested on her lovers engorged hip, its twin atop Aria's battle beaten forearm. The duo turned to the motherly smiling face of Rarity. Aria and her shared a look, a nod and a retreat of the purple siren. Slipping into her place, Sonata's fiancé calmed her lover with warm pets and tender nuzzles to her neck.

"Shh darling, shh. Your Sister is the strongest minded women I know, and you know the fire of passion in our dear Sunset's heart. They are together, and together they are Dazzle. Believe in that. Believe in them. Now..come on, lets go get a drink of water and clean you up.

As they left, Aria knelt and picked up the ruined candy bar. She starred at it for nearly a full minute, before tears of her own broke the surface. Trembling visible she shoved the candy into her ripped leather jacket pocket and turned back to the candy machine. Her own reflection poured back. Gone was the human girl from just a few years ago. Mortal life had treated her harshly. Sure, she got out of high school, powerless but with a powerful group of friends behind her. And she made the choice to go into professional fighting. But it was all she was ever good at. As the bruiser, the tough girl, the fighter and protector of her trio, it made sense. Years of gym and combat work showed on every inch of her body. A dozen broken, re-broken and badly healed bones. Scar tissue from everything from kicks to teeth echoed over purple flesh. She bulged in all the wrong places for a women, biceps quivered, forearms like that of a soldiers reflected back at her. But it was her visage that truly showed her life style. A few missing teeth where nothing compared to what years of drinking to much, smoking to much had done to her eyes. The cruel look of old was now just a death glare. And what did she have for this new life?

That though hit her so hard, she nearly didn't even feel it as her fist went straight through her reflection in the candy machine glass. As it shattered all around her, adding new cuts to knuckles and more wounds to her life hardened face, she didn't hear her friends bolt over, some touching her in concern, others screaming for help. All she could do was stare at the floor at her ruined reflection in the remainder of the vending machines glass.

She was Aria Blaze! Second born and sibling of the trio of Sirens! She was the strong arm, the one who started and ended every fight. Yet all around her, joy shown bright over the darkness that was her own depression. Every night, the pig tailed fighter sat in her eldest Sisters basement, surrounded by her own dirty clothes, weights, and far to many empty beer cans. Nightly she drank herself blind, seated in a ill smelling recliner in front of a TV with the same movie on repeat.

She was...Aria Blaze. The drunk, the smoker, the pit fighter that ruined skilled human fighters lives, out of pure want for something to do. Not for competition, glory, or anything else. She just didn't care. How many women and men had she put out of the league for good now? A dozen, two? Her jaw drew tight as her ruined right hand drew into a fist, the pressure of her well honed muscles popping errant bloody spikes of glass out to join they're kin on the floor.

She was Aria...Blaze. The loner, the odd women out. She was the ninth of the group of friends. And it..hurt. It hurt her every single day. When the clank of security guard boots and concerned whispers of a first aid kit clad nurse broke her reverie. The bruiser took a long breath, stood to her full height, which nearly towered over all others in the room and glanced to what she had done. Snorting loudly she turned to the glares of guards, and looks of fear from her friends and Sister.

"Sonata, tell Dagi and Sunny..I'm sorry."

With that she turned and left, persuade by the guards to make sure she found her way to the exit. Aria squared her shoulders in pride, and lifted her head tall. If she would be forgiven for this moment of weakness, a moment that came at the WORST time for the pride of Adagio. She knew the tradition of the scant race of Sirens. When a new whelp did come, it would be presented in glory to the rest of its kin, named, and given prestige to all...she would miss this. Adagio would never forgive her, but if she ever did. The purple skinned fighter smirked as the sliding doors of the hospital snapped closed behind her.

"I am Aria Blaze and on this night, on my..."

Looking down at her bleeding hand, the pit fighter grinned up at the full moon.

"I swear, my niece will know the true glory of what she is. I won't allow anything like this, ever happen to her."

Author's Notes:

::hits the giant pause button::

Hold the flames!!!!

I have something to say!

Since the birth of the three sirens into the mlp universe, I have always beloved Adagio. She is best Siren. And while the community seems to do nothing but drewl for more Sonata fics...I just...I wanted Aria to have this one moment, this single chapter.

So yes, this was a mild pause to the Sundagio'ness, but come on...purple grump deserves this moment! Her new life, has finally begun. She has found a purpose outside of her own depression.

Ok, rant over, please, flame on!

*As always thanks for reading, please comment, hate, love, which ever. :)