I slid open the door to my backyard, whistling happily as my dog ran out with me, tail wagging and tongue sticking out. I chuckled as she grabbed her toy and tossed it in the air with her mouth, only to catch it again while I kept moving towards the pool-house at the back of the yard. As I reached the pool-house, I opened a small metal box. Inside of said box, there was a switch, one which I flicked in an instant. As soon as I did, a small humming sound emerged from behind me as the electric cover of the pool began sliding off. It was a hot summer day, meaning that it was one of the best times to go swimming. However, it was also nearing the end of the last week free from school. Not that I mind, really. I'm not one for succeeding in school, but going to it is when I see most of my friends, whereas outside of school I only see two or three of them regularly to have a drink.

As the pool cover drew back, I went back to the house and walked through the open door, ending up in the kitchen. On the kitchen table I saw a folded up towel, my iPod and a glass filled with a glistening amber liquid mixed with some orange juice. I threw the towel under my arm, grabbed the drink with my right hand and the iPod with my left. I hummed a small song as I walked back out the door and made my way to a beach chair next to the pool. I deftly tossed the towel onto the chair, laid the glass on the small table next to the chair and turned the iPod on. Instantly the sound of a guitar being strummed flared from the small speaker, making me smile. With a sigh, I laid down on the chair and closed my eyes, bobbing my head up and down to the beat of the music while the singer started up.

Poor guy that man John Thomas/

His woman truly was a devil/

She wasn't all that honest/

She tore him down on every level/

Such was my life. Sitting around on my ass, barely coasting by in life, content just to have a drink and listen to music. And occasionally some other stuff, but that's neither here nor there. As my dog ran around carrying her toy, I took a sip out of the glass, shivering as the freezing beverage counteracted the heat of summer. As the song continued I get more comfortable in my seat, deciding to listen to the rest of the song before I go for my swim. As the song neared it's end, I finished what was left of my drink and placed the glass on the table again. As I pulled my hand back, I grabbed my iPod and turned the volume up. The song started up as I get off of the chair and reached to take off my shirt.

Suddenly, I heard a scream come out of nowhere, freezing me as I knew it wasn't coming from the iPod. Then I smirked dumbly, knowing that the kids on the street were probably playing, trying to be as loud as they can be. But as the scream continued and grew louder, I began to feel that the scream I was hearing was one of fear. I got off my chair and walked to the fence to look through the small opening on the door that is at side of the house, wondering if the noise was coming from the street. As I got close to the door, I realized that the scream wasn't coming from the street. A splash erupted from the pool behind me, causing me to whip my head around to look for the disturbance. Without thinking I sprinted next to the pool and looked down to see a girl quickly sinking to the bottom, not moving. Without thinking again, I jumped into the pool with my clothes on and quickly swam to the bottom and grabbed the girl by the arm to pull her up.

As soon as I broke the surface of the water, I pulled her head out of the water and made my way to the shallow area in the water. I climbed the steps feverishly, and dragged the girl out of the pool and onto one of the other chairs where I laid her down so I could inspect her. The first thing I noticed was the fact that she was naked, catching me off-guard, as if a chick falling from the sky was believable in comparison. I shook my head, knowing this wasn't the time, and then noticed that she was breathing, but only in small ragged breaths.

Why is she naked? I thought with a raised brow. I then look at her face and instantly note how the girl has a small, pointed chin and thick eyelashes. But the thing that stood out most about her was her hair. It was multicolored, making her hair look like a rainbow. Her hair was long and draped by her side, ending next to her shoulders, sending a strange feeling down my spine. Ignoring it, I looked to my left, and then to my right. I looked at her again.

Why is she naked? I thought again, this time a bit more scared than interested. Being paranoid, my mind began to wonder if she was almost murdered and dumped off of a plane. Glancing upwards, I failed to see any plane in the sky. Glancing back down I saw a fist.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, fuck, ow." I whimpered as I fell to the ground, grabbing my nose to stem the flow of blood that was gushing out of it. Once I did that, I looked up to see the girl standing up, legs totally shaking, face totally angry and still totally naked. Ignoring her nudity, deciding now to focus on why she chose to hit me, I rose to my feet and glared at her. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"You can talk?" She asked as she took a fearful step back. Her eyes were wide now, as if she hadn't expected I could speak.

"Of course I can talk! Where the hell did you think you were? France?" I snapped, causing her to take another step back.

"W-what are you?" She asked slowly, eyes narrowing to harsh slits. She didn't trust me. She, the woman who just punched me in my face, can't trust me, a guy that just saved her from drowning.

"I'm pissed off, that's what I am!" I replied, making sure the frustration was clear in my voice. I quickly took my shirt off and put my face in it, rubbing the blood away. "Again, what did you do that for?"

"What did I do what for?"

"Hit me in the fucking face!" I yelled, then regretted it as the thought of her taking that as a request entered my mind.

"I thought you were a monster and you were going to kill me or something." She said quietly, hands still clenched up into fists. She realized this too, as she looked down at her hands and her two shivering legs. With a quick yelp of surprise, she stumbled backwards and splashed in the pool again.

Throwing my shirt that was wet with water as well as blood to the ground, I dove in again and put my arm around her waist, pulling her to the side of the pool as she thrashed about wildly. "Calm your shit and climb out of the pool."

She nodded firmly and clambered out of the pool while I hoisted myself up next to her, making sure she didn't fall in. Once we were out, I ran to the pool-house and took out two towels. I rubbed my head with the first towel and looked at it once my face was dry. My nose was still bleeding a bit, but it seemed to be slowing down. I then wrapped the towel around my midsection and threw the other towel at her. She stared at her hands and flexed the fingers awkwardly, giving me the impression that she... wasn't from... around... here. Her rainbow hair. Her in-your-face attitude. That left hook.

No. No, please no. I thought as she grabbed the towel and dried her hair, which now seemed to be completely natural and not-dyed. My dog was now next to the girl, sniffing her hair as she proceeded to ignore the dog and dry her body. "Uh, hey, um."

"Yeah?" She asked as she wrapped the towel around her, covering her up nicely. I continued staring at her, so she coughed and waved her hand in front of me. "I said yeah."

"How did you get here?" I asked stupidly, not sure what to ask her.

"I fell from the sky, duh." She rolled her eyes as if that was a good answer.

"Do you remember anything before that?"

"Well, yeah..." She grunted as she gave my dog a small, reluctant rub on the head in hopes of getting it to give her some room. "I was just talking to my friends, when my friend wanted me to help her with a little experiment. I mean, she read it in a book and said she was sure it would work, and hey, it did work."

"What was the experiment? What was your friends name?" I asked firmly, but she simply raised her brow at me. "What's your name?'

"My friend's name is Twilight and she found out how to travel across dimensions. The experiment was to see if it worked on me. My name is Rainbow Dash and-" She stopped mid-sentence and adorned a look of confusion as I backed away from her, wanting nothing to do with this. "You alright? You look sick."

"Yeah, that's one way to put it..." I sputtered, causing an awkward silence to form between the both of us. Even though I felt as if my were going to explode out the side of my head, I managed to flash a quick, sickly smile her way. "Don't worry about me."

"Alright." She nodded and bobbed her head up and down for a few minutes while she waited for me to speak again. Believing me to be shy, an idiot, or both, she decided to break the ice some more. "Are you going to tell me your name?"

"It's Jonathan." I said quietly. "Or Jon for short."

"That's a strange name." She noted instantly.

"So is yours."

"No it isn't." She retorted, but not angrily.

I sighed. "So you said your friend Twilight sent you here with a spell to cross dimensions?"

"Yeah, I did. So what?"

"Nothing, just trying to make sure I got that right." I sighed again.

"Listen, sorry about hitting you in the face." She said, not willing to let there be any more silences.

"It's alright. So when is Twilight coming to get you back?"

"I dunno, probably soon." She shrugged, giving me the impression that this little experiment wasn't planned that far.

"Right." I smirked. "You seem to be taking the whole 'being in another dimension' thing pretty well."

"Yeah, I knew Twilight knew what she was doing, all I have to do is wait for her to bring me back." She shrugged nonchalantly, but then her stomach made a large growling sound. "Hey, you got any food around here?"

"Yeah." I smiled thinly, reaching down to help her up. She smiled back and grabbed my hand. Once she was off the floor, I pointed towards the door and whistled sharply. My dog's ears instantly perked up and she sprinted towards the house and began scratching on the door. "Good dog, Gaia."

"Oof." I heard an apparent Rainbow Dash grunt as she fell to the ground. I looked back and stifled a laugh as she began to get off the ground. "Shut it. I might of forgot to mention this, but I don't really know how to walk on two legs like you."

"Right, sorry." I said, quickly going to her side. After I helped her up, I walked next to her to make sure she didn't fall down again. Once we got to the house I pushed open the door and Gaia went straight into the kitchen to wait for her treat. I looked at the chair nearest to the door and pointed at it. "Wait there."

"Why?" She asked, clearly wanting to explore the new world. "I'm probably only going to be here for a few minutes, I kinda wanna look around, y'know? And you kind of did offer me a snack..."

"Right." I nodded regretfully as I took a quick detour to the kitchen. I grabbed a dog-treat out of the bowl on the counter and tossed it into the air, which my dog grabbed mid-flight. I then pulled open the fridge and stared into it, feeling woozy at the sight of the food. "I have to be dreaming. Or having a nightmare. Or something."

"Mind hurrying it up over there?" She asked quite snappishly. "Twilight promised me some grub after the experiment was done, not before. And I sorta skipped breakfast."

"Uh-huh." I muttered quickly, grabbing a packet of ham from the fridge. As I laid it on the counter, I looked over to Rainbow Dash who sat impatiently, then back to the ham. "So you said your name was Rainbow Dash, huh?"

"Yup. I was a little surprised you hadn't heard of me, but then I remembered this is a different dimension so it wouldn't really have made any sense if you heard of me." The irony in her statement, of course, was that I did know who she was, what she was and who her friends were. The most ironic thing of all was that I kind of didn't like her. And by kind of, I mean I really don't like her.

"Uh-huh." I repeated as I grabbed the ham and put it back in the fridge. Not that I was really worried about feeding her ham, but there were only a few slices left and I'd be damned if I was going to give her any. I then closed the fridge and walked up to the corner cupboard of the kitchen, where I took out a jar of jam, some butter and some bread. I pulled out a knife from the drawer and sloppily throw the jam and butter onto the bread. I then took out a plate and tossed the sandwich on it. Feeling my legs go all wobbly, I placed the plate on the counter in front of me so I could regain my balance. I had to be dreaming. There was no way she could be here unless it was just a bad dream.

"Uhh, you okay over there? You look kinda sick." She said as she wiped some stray strands of hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I grumbled, snatching the plate. I walked up to her and held out the tray, which she quickly grabbed and stuffed the sandwich into her mouth. By her small smile, I could tell that she didn't hate it, so I didn't have to worry about her yelling at me for that. I then looked at her towel, which was drenched after absorbing nearly all the water off of her. "Mind waiting here for a sec? I need to grab something out of my room."

"Alright, but I'm not going to leave a note if I'm gone before you come back." She said with an odd mixture of seriousness and sarcasm.

I took a quick right as I walked out of the kitchen and ran straight towards the stairs, which I promptly climbed. Once at the top, I went to my right and pulled the door closest to me open. I glanced to my right and saw a set of drawers sitting next to the door. Opening the top one up, I saw a small black cat looking up at me, eyes filled with surprise.

"For fu- Cleo, get out of my damn drawer." I growled, pulling a pair of boxers out from under her.

Cleo meowed and jumped out of the drawer, not liking having been awoken so rudely out of her favorite napping spot. I then pulled out another drawer with my left hand and grabbed a pair of baggy black jeans from it, while at the same time opening the bottom right drawer with my right foot, where I put my foot under a blue shirt and kicked upwards, sending the shirt flying in the air. I snagged the shirt as it began to fall and pulled the small ensemble close to my chest. I then closed the drawers with my back and headed down the stairs where I found Rainbow Dash to be standing up, holding onto the chair with her hand as she tried to rise up to the challenge of standing up on her back legs.

"Practicing walking on your legs?" I asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah. I mean, I know I'm going to be gone soon, but hey, there's nothing I can't do." She chuckled edgily as she let go of the chair. "My friend Pinkie can walk on her back legs, so it can't be that hard."

She let out a small yelp as she fell back into the chair, to which I chuckle to myself.

"Here." I said as she glared at me for daring to have laughed at her.

"What is it?"

"Clothes. Put them on." I answered, turning around to go to the kitchen to grab a Tylenol.

"Why do I have to wear that?" She asked as she stared dumbly at it.

"Because in this world if you're seen naked you'll either be taken to jail or worse."

"That's stupid. I don't like wearing clothes." Rainbow Dash muttered, crossing her arms on her chest as I open the pantry.

"I don't like it either, but the law is the law." I said reasonably, trying not to smile as I threw one of the painkillers in my mouth, still staring in the pantry.

"But I'm not going to be here much longer anyways."

"Sorry, but my house, my rules."

"Ugh, fine." She grunted, ripping the towel off as I turned around to look at her. I yelped and covered my eyes at the sight. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just put the stuff on." I said, waving my free hand to usher her forward.

"Fine, whatever." She said, unsure of why I was acting this way. She grabbed the dark-blue shirt and awkwardly stuffed her head through the hole, making her groan in frustration.

"You alright?" I asked, assuming she was having trouble with it.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." She growled, clearly not wanting help. I open my fingers to make a small crack to look at her, only to see her sitting back in the chair, shirt on the wrong way, pants and boxers still on her lap. I nodded at them. With a roll of her eyes, she stood up and I closed the gap in my hand again as she slipped on the boxers and then the pants. With a huff, she looked at me and raised a brow. "So. Now what?"

"What do you mean?" I inquired, now lowering my hand.

"I mean now what?" She asked again, her strong, fuchsia-tinted eyes glaring impassively at me. "What is there to do around here while we wait for my friends to get me?"

"Uh, I don't know, really." I said, scratching the back of my head.

"Well don't you just sound like a bundle of fun." She grumbled sarcastically.

She better hope Twilight gets here soon, or we're going to have a real problem. Next Chapter: Chapter 1 - "Let the Games Begin" Estimated time remaining: 19 Minutes