So here's a new story.

Just an early warning, there's definitely going to be Glimmer x Rumble in this story :D

I own nothing but the plot and my OC's. Everything else is owned by the Disney franchise

"I cant talk to you right now Rumble."

Glimmer spat out the last word, or basically what was left of her emotions towards her partner. He glanced warily back at her, his gray eyes watching as she left the room. The storm fairies hadn't lost, ever. And when they did, it was her problem, because of her petty actions. What had Rumble done wrong? Was he not allowed to use his talents in the games? His slow mind finally made a breakthrough. Fine. It was her talent then. Without her permission.

Glancing around the room, nobody met his eyes, either avoiding him or too busy celebrating with the Garden fairies to look at the sore loser. So what. Rumble didn't care.

Glimmer hung at the edge of the doorway, looking back at the helpless figure that was her partner. Any other time she would be by his side, reluctantly giving him the boost he needed to get back up again. Perhaps that wasn't a good thing. No. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that she had been the one to fester this kind of behaviour in him.

It's been four years. Four straight years they had won, evidence in the amethyst encrusted rings they wore. She looked down at them. They now dug and burned into her skin. Glimmer tugged them off, dropping each of them to the ground with a satisfied clink. There was no way she'd ever wear them again. Nothing was to bind her to Rumble. Taking a deep breath and a final look, she fluttered out, ready to join the celebrations at last. There was definitely a cup of warm honey nectar waiting for her with her fellow, not Rumble, Storm talents.

Rumble remained in the room, head sunken down to his knees. He hated the sense of dread that came with losing, the thought of his efforts wasted when he didn't succeed. He loved the feeling of winning didn't he? Yes, there was nothing better than that satisfaction. And yet, he just couldn't bring himself to admit it was his fault. All evidence pointed to him, and there was only one other fair witness, Glimmer. She wouldn't stand by him for this.

Not that he cared.

Right?

Slowly, his hands ran up his face as he gave a final heave and looked up. The ceiling looked bleak to him, like the rest of pixie hollow looked to him. He wouldn't join the festivities. Rumble doubted whether he was invited or not.

With only one exit, he walked out the way Glimmer had done, noticing with a pang the strewn rings. Looking at his own, he removed his own and held them tightly in his palm. Storming off, he left the buzz of excitement that was the celebration within minutes. Still flying, he had somehow reached the edge of Pixie Hollow, where a cliff met the crash of waves. Giving them a final look, he arched his arm and threw, the rings flying far into the sea and disappeared with a glint into the horizon. They meant nothing anymore anyway.

He turned his back on the cliff, his wings exhausted from pixie dust from the fly here. Rumble was a Storm talent, not a Fast flying talent, yet that was exactly what he crashed into.

"Watch it bub." Vidia scorned as she hazily looked down at the ground. Her cheeks were tinted slightly pink, indicating that she was slightly drunk. This was the fairy that was rarely off her hook, unless of course you led her to some nectar, and she would lose complete control. Veering off course not to obstruct her path, he continued walking, without making another comment to the fairy.

"I know what you did earlier." Vidia slurred from behind him. "And to be very honest, I would've done the same thing a few years ago to a certain tinker fairy."

Rumble didn't say anything, but he had stopped in his tracks, clearly interested in what she had to say.

"And what about it? What would happen to you if you hadn't done it, huh, sparrowman?"

"I would've lost." Hearing his voice, bitter with emotion.

"I? Think about your pretty little partner there. Was she not involved?"

"Of course she was!" His voice was rising steadily with anger. His judgement clouded and face red, Rumble's mind connected dots that seemed to have made sense. "And because of that, it was all her fault."

Even though he couldn't see it, Vidia's eyebrows were raised and a wide grin appeared on her face.

"And you? Were you not to blame?"

"Rumble has nothing to do with this matter."

He was slightly hesitant when he answered, his subconscious telling him otherwise. He remembered the feel of her hand in his. The accuracy needed to aim at the wheels. Pushing that out of his mind, he continued walking, making sure every step was full of force.

"Huh, stubborn. I like that."

Glimmer downed another honeycomb filled with honey nectar, laughing alongside her friends as they joked like they always did. Indigo, her fellow storm talent, flipped her hair back to reveal mahogany brown eyes, the flecks of indigo matching her name. It felt normal once again, like none of the climax of the games had just happened.

That is, if only she willed her mind to think like that. Any other time, she would've scoffed at her naivety and face the problem headfirst. But the nectar was making her mind hazy, her thoughts and sharp thinking not coming as quickly. Her lids were heavy as she looked towards her friend.

While Glimmer was silent, Indigo had turned around to talk to another fellow sparrowman. She couldn't exactly name his face just yet even though he looked very familiar. Wanting to ask the bartender for a glass of lemon water, she looked forwards, only noticing now that the edges of her vision were blurring.

Clear notes of Indigo's laughter now filled her mind, feeling as if they were just a bit too loud. She looked her friend, too busy chatting with the sparrowman, placing her money on the table she left the building.

Glimmer's vision tilted to the left and then to the right as she flew through the summer air. She had no idea where she was heading, only that she was trying her best to fly in a straight line. Nope, it wasn't working that well for her.

She was on the ground now, sprawled at the feet of a poppy patch. The sky was streaked red and yellow, reminding her of the Garden fairies. Following her heart for a change, she admitted in her mind that she was a bit bummed to lose. On an extra note, she had to add that it was only because they lost to Rumble's actions.

We're they actually a team? Or were they only held together by what Rumble required her to do? Oh Neverland, she fretted, remembering the high bars he had set for her in order to become his partner for the games. Her hands stung a little thinking about them. 6 years ago, his partner for the games quit, being fed up with his attitude and his large ego. Storm fairies had to work in pairs of lightning and thunder, so whoever was his new partner would have to be a lightning talent. She couldn't remember whether it was her enjoyment of the games itself as she watched or whether she was the few hand chosen ones, that could actually stand Rumble, that she actually auditioned to be his partner.

That first year, not knowing and not expecting anything was one of the biggest mistakes a fairy could make. Rumble spent 3 days organising makeshift events for the optimal lightning talents, similar to those that were in the games. Over those 3 days he would analyse each one of them, choosing the best to be his partner. Glimmer looked at her palms, looking for traces of where the scar used to reside. On the final event, fairy bar crossing, she slipped and fell hands first down to the ground, impaling two thin and small branches into her palms. Wings were banned at all cost for Rumble's games, wet with water to prevent any temptation. She was sent to the infirmary immediately as Rumble picked the lightning talent to work beside him.

The year after her hands were still hurt from the incident before, only managing as runner up if his current partner had any other issues. They lost another year. His partner was fired from his post as partner.

From then on, just to keep Rumble happy before the games, fairies around him had to boost his ego up. To any newcomers, they couldn't bear with this, leaving out any few choices within the lightning talents. She got in that year, remembering to bandage her hands and chalking them up to prevent any further injury.

They came first.

Nothing felt better than winning after a few years of trying out. Glimmer's hard work had paid off at last, and she wasn't going to end it there.

She made excuses to continue to train, doing what she could in preparations for the games. Including her daily workload regarding the seasons, she became overloaded and barely slept a few nights. Luckily for her, many more recruits came in. So long as she and Rumble won the games, she was permanently excused from preparations.

And now they had lost. Only because she didn't cross the finish line.

A fairy, probably a garden fairy, flew quickly past, scattering the pollen of the poppy flowers right onto her. She was asleep in seconds, the cold of the ground slowly seeping into her skin as she drifted off for the night.

Woo! So there's a bit of background there about her scars. Its my own headcanon and my post on tumblr can clarify this in a little more detail.

Tumblr post: post/125247100553/headcanons-training-and-scars

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