Jett sighed and flipped off the TV, “Must they always do things like this? I mean, come one. It’s been a month now.”

Spitfire finished brushing her hair and placed the brush down on the nightstand, “What’re you gonna do? It’s the media. Hell I can’t even sneeze without them knowing about it. And you, Captain, have secured your place as the first person to step onto an alien world. Congrats.”

“I think that was you when you landed on Earth missy,” Jett grinned.

Spitfire laid down on their shared bed and rolled herself over to him, “Yeah, but I met my fiancé there and plus it was already inhabited so it doesn’t count.”

Jett sighed and ran a few fingers through her fire like hair, “You are so adorable.”

She sighed and nuzzled herself up against his neck and closed her eyes, “Oh, I could stay like this forever.”

“Hey, we do have to get up tomorrow,” Jett laughed, “All those weird holidays of yours start tomorrow.”

“My holidays are weird?” she giggled, “Your United States of America had one celebrating a genocidal maniac for over two hundred years. I think it was called Columbus Day?”

“Fair point,” he grinned, rubbing her head.

Spitfire smiled, playing with her necklace and staring at her ring.

“How did you ever manage to pull all this off?” she asked.

“All of what?”

“The proposal,” she said staring into her ring. The light from the nearby candles flickered and glimmered off her phoenix ring, “How did you ever convince my father to say yes to all of this?”

“Actually,” Jett laughed staring at his ring, “It wasn’t me that did the convincing.”

“Who did then?”

“Your sister.”

Spitfire sat up, “My sister?”

“Yeah, believe me I was just as surprised. But she did tell me that the reason she came to make up that day was because she’d learned you were planning on proposing and she wanted to be a part of that. She said that she didn’t want to be cast out of your life because of everything that happened.”

“So…”

“So I said I would. All she had to do was convince her father. Needless to say she’s a rather skilled convincer.”

“Wow, never would have guessed.”

“Meh, what’s done is done.”

Jett leaned back. Spitfire had a twinkle in her eye as she rolled on top of him.

“Hey,” she said.

He smiled up at her, “Hey.”

“Those Nanites of yours finished installing those rigs in my body earlier today. Let’s use them.”

“You know how?”

“Uh, they did come with instructions on how to use them, dummy. Everything is programed in. Now come on, let’s have some real fun,” she grinned.

Jett smiled, “Alright. Let me just set up the network.”

A few seconds later he blinked, “Done.”

“Cool.”

She rolled off of him and held his hand. Jett leaned over and blew out the candles before lying back down. Soon they both drifted off into a magical sleep of dreams.

***

“Mom!” Spitfire whined, “You’re not listening!”

Fleetfoot sighed, “Was she always like this?”

Star Fire, Spitfire and Nightshade’s mother, smiled, “Yes. Mostly in situations like this when we made her do something she didn’t want to do.”

Spitfire fumed, “I’m right here, ya know.”

“That’s nice dear.”

“You’re still not listening!”

“Dear,” Star Fire gripped her shoulders, “This is your wedding! You finally found a boy actually WORTH KEEPING. You won’t just find that around the corner you know.”

“You don’t think I don’t know that?!” Spitfire yelled, “Believe me. I’m the luckiest person in the universe. But I don’t want to wear a DRESS!”

Nightshade fell out of her chair laughing. Spitfire turned and shot daggers at her sister. Most of the dress shop was empty, the Wonderbolt having decided to shop somewhere out of the public eye. Though she had to fly down from Canterlot to Ponyville, the lack of publicity was welcome. Plus she’d heard that this fashion designer was something else.

“Sorry,” the Shadowbolt laughed, “You’re the Captain of the Wonderbolts and you’re scared of wearing a wedding gown! Oh that’s so rich!”

“I hate dresses,” Spitfire fumed.

“You really wouldn’t wear one for him?” Nightshade pulled herself up.

“If he asked I’d sever my wings for him. But for this, he didn’t ask. He said I could do whatever I wanted,” Spitfire stuck her tongue out.

“Dear, it’s traditional for the blushing bride to wear a gown,” Star Fire said. Her appearance was one of a matriarch of the family. Still she kept an athletic and attractive appearance to go with her yellow wings and navy blue hair.

“Yeah, well it’s also traditional for people to meet the old fashion way instead of falling out of the sky onto an alien planet to meet your future android husband who just happens to be the greatest guy ever known to exist.”

“Well you did find him and that’s all that matters isn’t it?” Fleetfoot said, “That and you brought my boyfriend here when you came back. But whatever you wanna do, girl. Personally I think you should go with a gown of some kind.”

“Come on, Echo! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Spitfire moaned.

“Hey, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of it when you went to their-what did Dane call it? Promenade Night? Yeah, that’s what it was. You put on a dress for that, didn’t you?”

Spitfire cringed. Nightshade laughed and her mother just placed her hands on her hips. Spitfire gave her mother a sheepish look.

“Oh really?” Star Fire said, “You put on a dress for some school date night but you’ll refuse to do that for your own wedding?”

“Well, uh, that was, uh, that was something different.”

“From what Dane told me,” Fleetfoot said, “You just dressed up because you asked him out and wanted to get his attention and-”

“Okay! That’s enough now, Echo,” Spitfire said shoving a hand over her friend’s mouth, “Heh heh, ahh, you know how Fleetfoot is, right? Just has a wild imagination and…”

Star Fire crossed her arms.

“Ahh, heh heh heh, eh, come on Nightshade, back me up here?”

Nightshade shrugged and put her hands behind her head and leaned back in her chair.

Spitfire sighed, “I’m getting a dress aren’t I?”

Star Fire nodded.

Spitfire sighed, “Fine. But I’m picking it out.”

“Oh there’s no need for that dearie,” Her mother laughed, “I’ve already commissioned the one of the best designers in the country to design your dress for you!”

“What?” Spitfire asked.

“Yes. I’ve seen Ms. Rarity’s other works and I have to say I’m impressed.”

Spitfire looked past her mother, “Where is she?”

“Oh she’s just in the other room waiting for you to stop your temper tantrum.”

“How long am I gonna be here before I can get out?”

“Oh she just needs to take your measurements and such.”

Spitfire sighed and stood up, straightening her bomber jacket, “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

She headed for the door and opened it up, revealing the rest of the boutique and its owner. Ms. Rarity stood before a mannequin staring at it intently. A plain white dress was adorning it.

“Excuse me?” Star Fire said as the rest of their entourage entered, “We’re ready.”

The purple haired fashion designer turned and flashed a grin, “Ooh, so I have the honor of designing the wedding dress of a Wonderbolt? Oh, how wonderful! Oh, just where is the little dear anyway?”

Nightshade pushed Spitfire out from behind their mother’s back. Spitfire sighed.

Rarity smiled and pulled out a measuring tape, “Oh don’t look so glum, darling. After all, this is for your Special Someone now, isn’t it?”

Spitfire held up her arms and sighed, “Just keep the whole thing simple. Nothing too extravagant so that I can’t walk in it.”

“Oh don’t worry, darling. You’re in excellent hands. Let’s just hope Rainbow Dash doesn’t find out you’re here or else I won’t get anything done.”

***

“You know, you could act a little more enthusiastic about this whole process,” Dane said slapping Jett in the back of the head.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you getting married?” Jett asked pulling at the collar of the suit, “No? Then please shut up.”

“Is he always like this?” Spitfire’s father, Shadow Flash, asked.

Gin grinned and spit out her gum into a nearby trashcan, “Yeah, pretty much since we met he’s had that massive stick up his ass. Though the stick has gotten smaller since he met your daughter.”

“Believe me; we don’t know what she sees in him either,” Dane laughed, “Does this one work for you?”

Jett frowned and stared at himself in the mirror, “The undershirt looks weird.”

Dane sighed, “First it was the jacket then it was the tie. Can you just tell us what you want so we can get out of here and plan the rest of your wedding?!”

Jett removed the jacket and started removing the suit, “Fine. I was thinking I could do something with that had my color scheme to it.”

“Well why didn’t you just say so?”

“I seem to recall you never letting me have a word in on the way here, dumbo.”

Shadow Flash leaned over toward Gin, “Are they always like this?”

Gin smiled, “Pops, I’ve known these two boys since they were kids. They’ve been like this since the day they met.”

“Their interactions resemble that of siblings.”

“Yeah, a lot of other people say that as well. Personally I’ve always just seen them as brothers and they have as well.”

“And these are robots?”

“Listen I’ve stopped trying to understand this shit a long time ago. They’re androids that have rather eccentric personalities. And I can assure you they’re just as sentient as you or I.”

“I know it’s just… odd. I mean, I never expected them to be so…”

Gin smiled, “Human?”

“Well, uh, I didn’t mean it like that. Just that-”

“Relax pops. It’s all a learning experience.”

He sighed and wiped his forehead, “Jett, did he really…”

“Save your daughter’s life? Yeah, a few times. When he first found her she was unconscious, second time was when he took a car for her, there were a few other minor incidents here and there but the last major one was just before we all dropped in here.”

“What happened?”

“World was ending, ya know, normal stuff. Anyway, we were trying to get to that ship that we currently have parked in orbit when the roof of the building we were in collapsed. Dane and I were far enough away to be just out from under it. Spitfire and Jett were not.”

“What happened next?”

“Jett, uh,” Gin pulled off her sunglasses, “He took the weight and held it as long as he could, keeping it from crushing your daughter. Dane and I, heh, we thought they were dead but uh, apparently he just sat there holding it trying to convince Spitfire to leave him before they both died. Never really seen him care about something like that enough to sacrifice his life for.”

“What about you guys?”

“Oh, I have no doubt he’d do that in a heartbeat, but with you daughter… there was something different there. Even then the rest of us could see there was a connection there. We certainly noticed how Spitfire had taken a shine to him, hell she kissed him a multiple occasions and he still didn’t take the hint.”

“Ha, that’s kinda funny. Growing up I uh, I tried to keep all the boys away from them; I didn’t want them to be taken advantage of when they were still young. But when they both got their teams I couldn’t stop them from living how they wanted. Sorry for rambling here but I’m just not used to the idea of some boy NOT being able to see Spitfire in such… well you know.”

“Well, to her credit, I wouldn’t say it was for lack of trying,” Gin laughed, “They were pretty close those two. They shared a dorm room at school, a few times Spitfire kept Jett in her bed for her own reasons I suspect. But he never did anything. He just… well he just sat there and did what she asked, never crossing any boundaries.”

“How did he see her before… well this all happened?”

“From what Spitfire tells me, he saw her as his friend or sister. I mean, they were living together for a while so something was bound to happen. Believe me; Jett took good care of her.”

“Did she ever try dating anyone else when she was away?”

Gin grinned, “Nope. Not at all. She had her heart set on him. Though there are a few stories I could tell you about what happened to the school’s football team when they got too close for comfort.”

“Did they threaten my little girl- sorry,” Shadow Flash said rubbing his head before turning and glancing at the still bickering androids, “What happened?”

“The team captain wanted some information on Spitfire. And considering Jett was her roommate he figured he’d beat it out of him. Problem for him was that Jett already didn’t like him for a variety of reasons; main being the fact that he bullied him relentlessly for the arm for two years before getting bored of it. But, he and his goons went to ‘convince’ him and uh, well Jett snapped and completely destroyed them. Granted he was already in a messed up state of mind but still.”

Shadow Flash turned, “That skinny boy beat up a… what’d you call it again? Football?”

“Yeah. Your equivalent is handball. Just think of it as a sport where you use your hands more than your feet. Rules are a clusterfuck to even bother knowing and the game itself is just mess. But you do have to meet certain physical standards to be a player.”

“And he beat them up?”

“Granted they were trying to get to Spitfire and he’d already taken up the role of her guardian. But don’t let his looks fool you. He’s quite a monster when provoked.”

“Glad to know that my daughter’s marrying someone who can properly take care of her.”

“Her fiancé is an astronaut. Can’t beat a job like that.”

“Would you just shut up and go get that fraking tie?!” Jett yelled.

“Fine Dad! Jeez get the stick out of your ass; you’re getting married for gods’ sake,” Dane grumbled.

“Hey! I’m carving you that ring you want for Echo so be nice!”

Dane blew him a raspberry and left to go find the tie.

“Oh how mature,” Jett scoffed.

Shadow Flash turned, “These are robots?”

Gin shrugged, “You get used to it.”

***

Spitfire sighed, “Happy now?”

“I cannot believe you did that,” Star Fire said.

“I didn’t want anything extravagant!”

“Yes, but, ugh, you just went with something so… Spartan!”

Spitfire sighed as she and her entourage took to the skies and headed back to Canterlot.

“Mother, I think she only wanted to look pretty for her man. The thing she picked out met that one requirement,” Nightshade laughed.

“Still, you’re Spitfire!” her mother sighed.

“Yes I am. And that means I can do whatever I want. And I wanted something simple.”

“Honestly the thing that surprised me the most was the fact she fell for someone who can’t even fly,” Fleetfoot grinned.

“Yeah well you’re in the same boat, bitch. Believe me; you’ve woken me and Jett up many times in the past few weeks.”

“Yeah well you make noise too!”

“Are you two seriously talking about this?” Nightshade asked.

“Yeah, then we go to sleep at ten O’clock.”

“Speaking of which, why do you two do that? You could have a lot more fun if you just stayed up a bit.”

Spitfire grinned, “Well… Jett did install a VR rig that’s hooked up right into my brain and nervous system. So… yeah, sleeping with the guy takes on a whole new meaning. Oh! And best of all, we don’t need even need to limit ourselves by what’s even possible. So… EAT IT BITCH.”

“VR Rig?”

“Virtual Reality. Hooked right up to my brain and nerves,” Spitfire flew over to her friend and poked her in the nose, “Meaning EVERY. SINGLE. DIRTY. THING we do, we feel like it’s real or, like most of the time, better than real. A thousand times better than real. So EAT IT BITCH.”

Fleetfoot blushed, “Can I get one?”

Spitfire put a hand to her chin, “Hmm. Don’t know. You’ll have to ask my fiancé. Ooh it feels really nice to be able to say that.”

“Yeah, yeah, we all know how happy you are, sis,” Nightshade yawned, “But can we just get back to the city and plan the rest of you wedding?”

“Ugh, do I have to?” Spitfire moaned, “I mean, I’m perfectly content to let Jett handle that. He’s better at those kinds of things.”

“Well there’s still the problem of the paparazzi…”

***

“There’s still the problem of the paparazzi,” Dane said.

Jett sighed, “Yes I know. Still working on a way to get rid of them.”

“Well, have you come up with any ideas at least?” Gin asked.

“I have a few… But they’d all take away from the atmosphere of the wedding,” he frowned as they walked back to the base.

“Well, what about that massive ship you guys brought with you when you first came here?” Shadow Flash asked.

Jett blinked and turned. Gin and Dane joined him in staring at the man.

“What? It’s not like they can follow you into space? Can they?”

Jett turned, “Hey Dane, does that thing have an observation deck?”

“Yeah, top deck actually. Right now it’s dedicated to stellar cartography but we could move everything to one of the cargo bays.”

Jett smiled, “Yeah, yeah I think that would be perfect…”

“I take it you two have a few ideas?” Shadow Flash asked.

Jett turned, his fingers flexing over the handle of his crutch in almost predatory anticipation, “More than a few…”