Soarin's eyes cleared from the flash of the lightning and his sight returned, the rainy dreamscape of the Diamondhead forming again. He regained his senses just quickly enough to see a familiar pegasus get chokeslammed off of the ship. What a sight to come back to.
Instinctively, Soarin' bolted forward, lunging forward and leaping off the bow of the airship in pursuit of Fleetfoot. His memory was a bit fuzzy as to what exactly was going on right now, but he knew what to do whenever he saw someone get tossed off a ship...especially when that someone was a wing clipped Fleetfoot.
The Wonderbolt narrowed out, wings sticking to his side as he torpedoed down to save his dear friend and teammate. He felt the wind whip past him as he gained speed and gained on the falling Fleet until he passed by her entirely. Coming to a sudden stop, Soarin' began to climb upwards, catching Fleetfoot in his forelegs.
"...uh, Hi Fleetfoot," Soarin' said. "So, uh...I guess I have some explaining to do, don't I?"
Soarin' chuckled trying to break the silence as he floated, holding Fleet.
Time seemed to slow down for Fleet as she fell. She shut her eyes- She didn't really want to see the underside of The Diamondhead getting smaller and fainter as she dropped- But even with her eyes closed, she didn't get that 'life flashing before your eyes' that was such a cliche of preeminent demise. To be honest, she felt just a little cheated. Then something struck her back, hard enough to knock the breath out of her, but strangely, without being truly painful. Her eyes flew open in surprise and looked, astonished into the grinning, sheepish face of Soarin'!
"...uh, Hi Fleetfoot...So, uh...I guess I have some explaining to do, don't I?" He asked.
It wasn't that she was surprised he had saved her, it was just that she hadn't thought of it. How could she not have realized?! Of course he would! This was Soarin' after all, brave, loyal, wonderful Soarin'! She smiled back at him with sudden tears and hugged him tightly! She knew what she wanted to say now. She pulled back slightly to look him in the face once more. "You don't have to explain anything, unless you want to- But you have to understand why I came. Why I couldn't just let you dream. Equestria needs you. The Wonderbolts need you. And so do I."
Soarin' felt the anaconda-like vice grip of Fleetfoot's hug wrap around his neck as his teared up teammate embraced him. Once he was able to get her grip lose enough to not suffocate, Soarin' reciprocated, squeezing Fleet tight. There was something about her in that moment that felt...right. It took him a moment to realize: this is what a real pony that wasn't a part of his dreamscape felt like.
"I understand...and I'm sorry," Soarin' said. "To be honest, I don't even know how this happened. I went to sleep and when I woke up, I was on the ship and...I couldn't remember anything. I dunno even know what caused it...should I even ask how long I've been out for?"
The Wonderbolt let the silence hang as he thought over this whole situation. It made him more than a little scared.
"...I suppose it's time we figure a way out of the inside of my head," Soarin' said, smiling once more. "...But...what say me and you take a little detour and go deliver a fresh can of flank-whuppin' to Redclaw? I know he isn't, y'know, real or anything...but it just feels like the right thing to do. Whaddya say?"
The grin on Soarin's face as he awaited Fleet's answer was one of absolute child-like mischief.
"Absolutely." Fleetfoot replied with a grin full of determination. "Not even in your dreams am I gonna let somebody clip my wings and get away with it!" For just one moment, The mare looked with warm, silvery eyes at her teammate and her gaze was full of the respect, trust, and love she always tried to play down in the waking world. Just for that second only, she tried to tell him without words, how she felt. That he was the most magnificent, courageous, amazing, wonderful, Wonderbolt in all of creation, at least in her eyes!
Then, after a glance around them at the wind and the rain and the storm and the Diamondhead above them... her expression changed to mirror his own, full of mischievous fun. Fleet had forgotten that this was a dream, but she remembered now. Anything could happen here. "Let's go get him, Soarin`!" Fleet replied with a naughty smile, "And then get out of here. And then get some breakfast. You've been asleep so long, you're putting my sleeping-in to shame!"
Soarin' smiled at Fleetfoot as she agreed to go ruin Redclaw's day. But there was something more to it than just being a smirk of mischief that it was. There was a certain warmth in it, a certain sparkle in his eyes. Something that...maybe didn't completely understand what Fleetfoot's expression said. But he could feel what it meant and it was a feeling he couldn't help but reciprocate. At this specific moment, he couldn't think anything in the world that he could be more happy to see than Fleetfoot in his arms.
"Sounds like a plan! I'll be sure to let you get some good shots in on him, then," Soarin' said. "I get dibs on first hit though, y'know, 'cause of the whole 'dad' thing. Hold on tight, okay?"
With that, Soarin' shot upwards at a breakneck speed, roaring past the Diamondhead before stopping above the ship and then slamming down into the deck, landing like a meteor. A lot of that should've been impossible, or incredibly dangerous...if this wasn't a dream.
"Redclaw! I'm putting an end to all of this right here and right now," Soarin' said, voice full of determination and building aggression. "You're goin' down!"
Fleet felt a wonderful swing of the stomach and a lightness of the heart as Soarin' carried them both upwards at impossible velocity, but she couldn't tell if it was the speed or... something else... that made her feel that way. But in truth, she didn't care. She didn't want to analyze it. It was enough just to be in that moment, even in a dream.
She slipped out of Soarin's grasp at the critical moment, while he was just twenty feet or so above the deck of the Diamondhead, and dropped down to land rather more gently, a little ways behind and to the side, allowing her teammate to take 'center stage' as it were. It felt right that this should be his moment. A thought occurred to Fleet and she glanced at her wing, once clipped, now perfectly restored. It was, she reminded herself with a smile, a dream, after all!
"Redclaw! I'm putting an end to all of this right here and right now... You're goin' down!"
Dream or not, though, Fleet thought with a triumphant smile as she glanced at the old griffon, She wasn't going to envy what Redclaw was about to be put through!
Redclaw seemed unphased by Soarin's sudden return and threats. The griffon shrugged, still holding his scimitar in his one foreleg as he walked forward. That flippancy only made Soarin' angrier. The Wonderbolt spread his legs and took a deep breath before launching forward like a bullet straight at Redclaw. With eyes full of anger, the Wonderbolt sped toward Redclaw, who was ready to block whatever came at him, cutlass raised.
Soarin' skidded to a halt right in front of Redclaw, and threw a right hoof right at the pirate. Redclaw easily held his sword up to block the strike...only for Soarin's hoof to crash right through the steel, shattering the sword into pieces. The hoof kept on going, colliding with Redclaw's face with a resounding *SMACK*!
The pirate was sent flying back by the punch, bouncing off the wood of the deck from the sheer force of the hit. Soarin' grinned as he beheld his handywork. That was cathartic, to see the least. But he was far from done. The Wonderbolt pursued, picking up the downed Redclaw.
"HEY FLEET," Soarin' shouted as he turned to face Fleetfoot. "Your turn!"
With that, Soarin' pitched the pirate at his teammate like an oversized, feathery baseball.
Sensing the spirit of the moment, Fleet jumped into the air and hovered, forelegs outstretched to catch the incoming griffon... only to dart upwards at the last second, Redclaw passing right underneath her... and slam face-first into the mast. "Oops." Fleet said, wryly, Dropping as heavily as she could manage....onto the pirate's spine. She thought she felt something crunch under her feet, right about the point where the wings joined. "You know Soarin', I've never been good at most sports." the pegasus continued calmly as she stepped off the battered bird. "Except..."
With a wary eye on his face, she thought she still saw a gleam of fury, so when the Griffon seized one of her hind feet in his talons, the Wonderbolt was ready for it. Fleet threw herself forward into a roll. Gathering her legs tightly against her until that critical moment when Redclaw, pulled along by momentum, was directly over her. Then she kicked out with all her strength, sending him straight up, high into the air.
"...Except for volleyball!" Fleet was in the air, after him in a moment, catching up just about the same time as gravity was beginning to pull him back down. "Heads up!" she called to her teammate, before delivering a second kick that spiked the pirate towards the deck at a speed that was nearly sonic!
Soarin' looked confused as Fleetfoot seemed ready to catch Redclaw, only for his confusion to fade as he saw her move at the last second and let the griffon careen into the mast. The Wonderbolt winced at the sound of Fleetfoot stomping into the pirate. Lightweight or not, that sounded like it hurt. The clever bit of rolling and momentum trickery impressed him, to say nothing of that kick, serve and spike. Good to know a volleyball career would've gone well had this whole Wonderbolt thing not panned out.
"Well, I was never much of a jock either," Soarin' shouted back. "'cept for BOXING!"
As Redclaw hurtled down toward the deck, Soarin' darted forward to get under the descending pirate. Soarin' found the perfect spot, and with a loud shout of "UPPER!" his right hoof made contact with Redclaw's jaw, sending him flying sky high. The pirate seemed to keep going, no side of coming down. Soarin'd have to fix that.
"Oh, uh Boxing and...wrestling," Soarin' said before shooting up in pursuit of Redclaw. In mid-air, Soarin' grabbed hold of the pirate, tucking his neck under his foreleg. He leaned backward, flipping the griffon to rest on his shoulder neck first. Finally, Soarin' reached his forehooves up to grab Redclaw's rear legs. For a brief second, the two remained in that position, suspended in mid air.
And then gravity took over.
Rapidly, the two began their rapid descent back down to the deck of the Diamondhead. The speed of their descent caused a meteor like aura of fire to form as the two dropped. Finally, the two made impact, Soarin' shouting "KINNIKU BUSTAAAAA!" as helanded flank first on the deck, causing the wood to crack and splinter around the point of his impact.
As the dust settled, Soarin' emerged from the crater he had made. The pegasus dusted himself off and then took a seat near Fleetfoot.
Wrestling was something that Fleet had never understood too well. All that grasping and rolling and squirming looked far too intimate to be an attempt to try and hurt the other. But seeing Soarin's finishing move on Redclaw, she thought she understood it a lot better. Now that was not intended to do anything but hurt!
Fleet took a seat and waited for the dust to settle. It seemed obvious to her that the fight was over now. The dream seemed to know it too, for the storm tapered off rapidly as the storm was swept away by a cool wind. The stars came out and a silver moon shone down, nearly bright as day. A beam of moonlight illuminated the form of Soarin' as he emerged, the victorious hero.
"...I think that's been taken care of..." he said, taking a seat at her side.
Fleet looked at him with understanding and affection and lifted a wing to gently brush off a smudge over his left eye. Somewhere in the course of this dream, the crew had faded away, not killed, but their part in the play acted out, they were resting somewhere off stage. It felt like it was it was just the two of them in this moment, Soarin' and Fleet.
Oh. And Redclaw. If there was enough of him left to make up a whole number.
This was the moment. The time was finally right. The pegasus mare was sure she would never, ever have an opportunity like this again. She had to tell him. She had to say it. Even if he didn't remember it upon waking- Dreams could be funny that way- at least she'd know, somewhere in her heart, that she'd finally told him about her feelings. She took a deep breath, and her face became serious and solemn, her eyes intense. She spoke.
"Are you ready to wake up now, Soarin'?" was the only thing she said Damn.
The Wonderbolt sat there, panting and trying to catch his breath as the details of the dream faded away in the moonlight. The storm had died, the crew vanished. It was just the two of them on deck. Soarin' smiled as Fleet brushed his face. The feeling of feathers on his face tickled him, a familiar sensation that further made him realize only he and Fleetfoot were real here.
"Are you ready to wake up now, Soarin'?"
Soarin' looked up at Fleetfoot as she asked him the question. A few minutes ago, he would not have been able to tell you he was dreaming. But now? He was very aware and very prepared to end this. It was nice while it lasted, but he had to keep on moving forward. Dreams always ended for a reason.
"Yeah," he said as he stood up again and embraced Fleetfoot tightly. "Let's go home, Fleetfoot."
The moonlight began to shine brighter, engulfing the deck and everything around the two Wonderbolts in a bright white light.
In a room within the castle of Canterlot, Fleetfoot stirred, sighed, and scrunched her face up. She was well known for not being easy to wake, and this had not changed. But though cloudy with sleep, the pegasus mare had a sense of urgency in her waking, a feeling that an important question was to be decided. She blinked hard a few times and sat up, much to the startled surprise of the room's attendants.
Soarin'. She had to see if Soarin' was going to wake, or...
Despite the urging of a pony nearby to take things slowly, Fleet half staggered, half stumbled across the few feet separating her from the cot where the stallion had been sleeping when she'd begun this adventure. She was surprised at how stiff and sore she felt, not well rested at all. How long had she been asleep? How long had he? "Soarin'...?" she called, uncertainly. "Soarin!"If he didn't wake now, she didn't know what she was going to do, or how she was ever going to forgive herself.
As Fleetfoot brushed passed the startled medical staff and through the curtain to the cot Soarin' was being stored at, she found no one. In fact, it looked like a localized tornado had hit the cot just recently, with the bed lopsided, sheets splayed on the floor, a curtain knocked over and some unidentifiable piece of medical hardware being dragged away by whatever it was attached to.
And it just so happened to be attached to a certain blue pegasus in a hospital gown who happened to be having a hard time walking, like he just gone through about a half keg of cider singlehandedly.
Although more than a little relieved to see that not only was Soarin' up and awake enough to make a mess, but to make a mess of such caliber and be missing, Fleet was still worried. Not that that was any surprise. Fleet had worry to last for days. Soarin' was missing. First sub-conciously, and now physically Looking around sharply, ears flicking this way and that, she froze when she spotted a cloudy-blue form with a wild tuft of bed-head mane that could make Fire Streak blush.
Fleet was over to him in three bounds, heedless of knocking him over. All that mattered was wrapping her forelegs around his neck and clinging to the stallion she loved, even if she couldn't tell him so. She laughed until she cried. He was going to be all right. "Where..." She asked, between the giggles or sobs, whatever they were, "Where do you think you're wandering off to?"
The barely able to walk Soarin' collapsed as a feathery torpedo named Fleetfoot made contact with him. It hurt, but Soarin's whole sense were dulled after just awaking from the longest nap in his life, being sore from tail to nose. But there was something refreshing about the pain, being able to know what he was feeling right now in this moment was REAL. Fleefoot could've given him a right hook in his unmentionable area, and he probably would've appreciated it. But, Fleetfoot's vicegrip like embrace felt much better, he had to admit.
"F-Fleetfoot...Ican'tbreathecanyoupleaseloosenup?" the stallion managed to say. Just barely. "I'm not going anywhere."
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