Sitting down at the cafe, Thunder Chaser looked at her surroundings in a paranoid manner, but it seemed every pony was too focused on their food and chatter to look at her. Satisfied she brought out a piece of paper and started to write.

Dear Soarin,

You are always soaring high in my heart.

I love watching your every show and you manage to create amazing kind of storms that no pony has ever managed to make.

I will always love you and follow you as a fan.

Love your secret admirer

Finishing off the fan letter with drawings of hearts and lightning bolts. Thunder Chaser quickly folded the letter away blushing brightly as she did. She was hoping no pony would have seen her work. This piece of paper was only for one stallion's eyes after all. Quickly finishing off her hay shake, she quickly headed over towards the post office which was right next to the cafe. It was the reason she always wrote her letters in the cafe, it was just best to get up and send the letters before she got to embarrassed and had second thoughts.

Looking at the letter nervously in her hand she put it in the post box nervously before sighing. It had been done; there was no turning back now.

Soarin sighed in satisfaction as he moved away from the show he had just completed and was walking back to his temporary stall behind the show. Shaking his head with an expert flick, his goggles slipped off his forehead and it landed on its special hook by the door to wait until he needed it again.

He was moving towards the straw bedding in the corner when he noticed a folded piece of paper stuck in the small mailbox beside his stall door. He smiled softly, a faint blush tingeing his blue hair. He knew what the paper was, as he had come to expect one to be waiting for him after every show he did.

Taking the letter gently in between his teeth, he gingerly pulled it from in between the boards, not wanting to damage it. He inhaled the scent of the filly on the paper, his tail flicking in pleasure as laid the paper on the straw, using his nose to unfold it and began reading it.

After he had finished, he reached for the blank piece of paper and pencil he always requested be left in his stall.

Dear Admirer,

It is always a pleasure to hear from my fans, but I always enjoy hearing from one special fan of mine: you.

I am happy you enjoy my shows; I always try to do at least one special move, hoping you will notice how I push myself for you.

I still wish you would grant me one meeting, but as of yet you have not given me the pleasure. So I ask again, will you not consider meeting me sometime after a show?

Yours Truly,

Soarin'

He finished the letter by drawing his cutie mark underneath his signature. After folding up the letter, he poked his head out of his stall to see if anyone was around before he placed the letter in a small box beside his stall door, the customary way all the ponies in Equestriia sent all their letters.

Seeing the mail pony appear, Thunder Chaser rushed down from her cloud to get her letter. She had been waiting all day for this, she had been there at the Wonderbolts show and she wondered how he had watched him in awe. Now she got to read his wonderful words. Opening the letter feverishly, she read the letter over and over again before hugging it to her chest. All she did want was to meet him but she was too scared... too scared that she wouldn't be what he imagined... too scared that she would ruin something that was already so beautiful.

Not usually a shy pony, Thunder Chaser bit her lip as she trotted over towards the cafe with the letter carefully between her teeth. Getting another piece of paper and pen, she sat down at a seat. Looking nervously from the letter to her piece of paper, she closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them to start writing.

Dear Soarin,

I always love your shows and I always do notice those special moves. I'm so happy that you enjoy my letters, and I'm still in shock that you want to meet me. I might be an awesome pony but against you I'm nothing. I'm scared you would notice this when you meet me. These letters are amazing enough, so I'll just continue loving you from the cheering crowd.

From your loving secret admirer

Looking a bit sad at the fact that she didn't have the guts to meet Soarin, she sighed. Nevertheless she smiled slightly as she folded the letter and instantly took it towards the post box. With a single kiss upon the letter, she let it fly into the post box's open mouth.

It was a day off for Soarin' and the Wonderbolts- which was customary they would get a day of rest after a show- and he was sunning himself just outside his stall when the mail pony brought him the day's mail.

Seeing that among the other letters was the usual letter he expected, he carefully set the other fan letters aside for the moment and opened his beloved secret admirer's letter first.

Taking a piece of paper from the stack he had prepared, he set to work writing his reply to his beloved.

Dear Admirer,

I am saddened you still will not meet me, but I cannot stay mad at you for long.

I am happy you enjoyed the show and I am always looking out for you among the crowd, trying to decipher which of the ponies on the ground is you.

I have to admit, I am a little worried about the next show. It is supposed to rain and lightning, but I am not worried for my own safety, but of yours. Please make sure to bring an umbrella so you do not get a cold.

Be safe,

Soarin'

Signing and folding the letter, he set it aside in what would become the finished pile and set to work replying to his other fans.

Coming out of her small home within the clouds, she walked on the clouds to her mailbox and saw the mail that the mail pony had left. Excitedly she quickly opened up the mailbox and took out the letter she had been waiting for. Not even going back inside to read the letter, Thunder Chaser sat down on a fluffy looking cloud and opened the envelope. Reading the letter she blushed before a cheeky smile lit her face as she chuckled at Soarin's words.

Dear Soarin,

Don't worry. A bit of rain is never going to keep me away from one of your shows. If anything, it would be the exact opposite. I truly love storms and flying them is just the most fun. Maybe you'll be able to guess who I am this time, for I'll be the pony without the umbrella.

Loving admirer

Chuckling at her letter, she wondered if Soarin would actually be able to guess who she was and then blushed slightly. She had to mail the letter quickly before she decided that telling Soarin she loved rain was too much of a giveaway. After all a storm was her cutie mark... Quickly flying down towards the post office, she sent off the letter.

Soarin' was preparing to go out into the rain for the show when the mail pony arrived with his daily shipment of fan letters. He turned back to go to read them when Spitfire appeared in his doorway, "Come on, Soarin'! Everyone is waiting and we want to get out of this rain as soon as possible."

Sighing, Soarin' cast a glance at the letter on top of the pile; the one he recognized would be his admirer. "I'm coming," he mumbled, before titling his head so his goggles slid down protectively over his eyes, "Let's do this..."

Standing in the rain, Thunder Chaser nervously looked around as she was one of the few ponies who didn't have an umbrella. He was going to notice! He was going to know and he was going to see her and she wouldn't look good enough for him and ... Having a minor panic attack she wondered if she could quickly buy an umbrella from somewhere around here.

That was until she saw the team come out and she forgot all her worries, they were amazing and he was just gorgeous. Even in this rain he seemed a step higher up from any stallion she had ever seen and she just watched them in total awe as they got ready to start their show.

Soarin' flicked his hair from in front of his goggles, turning to face the other Wonderbolts as they prepared to take off. "All right, everyone be safe out there and let's give them another good show!" he practically had to shout over the rain to let his fellow ponies to hear him.

When they each gave him a nod in acknowledgment that they had heard him, he turned back to face the crowd. He jumped up into the air and started the show, his fellow bolts soon joining him in the air.

Watching the amazing feats of the Wonderbolts, she had her jaw wide open as she just stared in amazement. She wasn't the only one though; the whole crowd stared and cheered at every trick. Her eyes followed Soarin' though as she watched him fly with ease and do such fantastical feats. Sure once and a while her eyes would move away as it was another pony's go to do another trick but ...she didn't look away for too long.

It was time for the final aerial feat of the show, and it was up to Soarin' to pull it off. So far the rain hadn't really affected the team enough to show the mistakes that only a trained eye like his would notice, but he was beginning to get tired and he could feel his muscles twitching underneath his sleek hair. He was exhausted.

Climbing higher into the air closer to the storm clouds above, Soarin' was preparing for his final feat when he heard the loudest thunderclap he had ever heard before and felt a sudden burst of pain in his back and the scent of burning hair filled his flared nostrils.

With a sharp whiny of pain, Soarin' collapsed in midair, plummeting toward Equestriia as flames licked at his once beautiful left wing. Below, everyone would have witnessed that as he neared one of the clouds, a lightning bolt had struck the tip of his wing, igniting it.

Watching the one she love suddenly got struck by lightning made her whole world stop for a second. It felt like it was falling apart but before she even had time to think she was racing towards his falling body as fast as she could. The storm was her element and she was faster than any other pony around there in this kind of weather. She reached him first, maybe because of fate, maybe because every pony was in too much shock. Never the less, she reached him first and gradually brought him down the ground as her wings fought with all their might to keep them from falling. With him on the ground, she looked at him and the pain he was in and just quietly said, "It's going to be ok... It's going to be ok..." but she really had no idea. Now the fire was out thanks to the rain, but his wing looked really damaged ... Please let him be all right she prayed.

Soarin' was only semi-conscious when he felt some pony's arms envelope him, slowing his descent to the ground. He nickered weakly as he was in too much pain and exhausted to do much else.

When he felt the wet, cold grass beneath him, his eyes fluttered open and he saw through blurred vision a pure white pony hovering over him, whispering it would be all right. He blinked to try to clear his vision, but it only got darker around the edges as the darkness of unconsciousness began to claim him. He couldn't move his body, though he could still feel the searing pain in his wing.

Forcing himself to focus, if only for a moment, he forced out the words, "My... guardian angel..." before his head slumped down onto the grass, out like a light.

Looking around panicky, Thunder Chaser saw the medics running towards her as the whole crowd and the Wonderbolts themselves had turned to get a look at what was happening. Quickly looking back at Soarin she saw him looking at her and then he spoke. It felt like a great hit to her chest, she didn't know if those sweet words terrified her or something else... she just couldn't help thinking... he knew! He knew it was her! She couldn't be here when he woke up!

Suddenly having the medics all around her, she didn't know what to do and so she stood up and backed off from his body. Looking at his team mates as they started to see if their leader was ok she just said, "I can't be here" and quickly took off flying off fast. She had to get home. He was fine there... he had the whole medic team ... and... She had to get away before... he realized that she was just an ordinary pony against him and his amazing team.

Panicking and not thinking straight, Thunder Chaser flew quickly all the way back to her home. By the time she had landed at her house she was exhausted and had no real idea why she had run away at all... she was kicking herself for not staying. He had needed her and she had run...