A/N: I'm just flying with this depressing Oneshots aren't I?

Finn finally see's his mother again, after nine long years.

Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. Disney/Pixar does.

Finn, carrying a sleeping Ethan and Holley - with a sleeping Samantha - made their way down the old country road. Trees covered their right, while an open field spread out on their left. It left Finn at ease, knowing he had either a flat space to run away or a very tricky forested area to hide in.

Holley was almost asleep, he could tell by the way she kept putting her head on the top of his rump. He didn't mind. It let him know she was still there. Let him know that one of the only things that mattered to him was still with him.

The only thing that was starting to concern him was it was getting dark, and their hotel was still a ways away. By just walking, they wouldn't make it until the next morning. But he also wouldn't risk cantering or running on the account of waking Ethan and Sam. He knew when Holley - or himself - were tired they tended to have a choppy canter.

He also, for some reason, had a nagging feeling that he knew exactly where they were. But he couldn't think of why.

He glanced back at Holley again when he felt her head on his back. She was very much almost asleep, her strides short and slow. Her eyes closed. He frowned. He needed to find a place for them to sleep, and it wouldn't be the hotel.

When he passed a road sign, he stopped dead in his tracks. Holley bumped into him, letting out a quiet snort and picking her head up off Finn's back.

"Finn?" She saw him staring at the road sign, and glanced up at it, "What's wrong?"

"I know exactly where we are," his voice was soft, quiet, almost unbelieving.

"Where?"

"Home," Finn still didn't sound like he was actually believing it, as memories flooded back to him, "I'm home."

Holley tilted her head a bit, but Finn suddenly took off at a trot. It jostled Ethan awake, "Finn? What're you doing?"

"Finding home."

His ears were pricked and his head high. He hadn't meant to wake Ethan, but he could use that to his advantage now. "Holley! Wake Samantha, I know where we can rest."

Holley muttered an 'I'm Sorry' before she crow hopped, successfully waking Sam while eliciting a small yelp. "Holley? Why?" Was all she said after seeing there was no immidiate danger.

Holley didn't answer, instead cantering after Finn. When she got close enough, he told her, "I know where we are and I know how to get home."

"Lead the way."

With that, Finn took off at a dead run. He jumped the ditch and went into the field. It felt amazing to be home, in the same field he ran in when he was little. He just couldn't understand why he didn't see it before.

Holley was right after him, pricking her ears. She could feel Finn's excitement, and that was making her excited. She almost wanted to race him, but let him lead the way to his home. It didn't take long before Finn caught sight of the house. His house, when he was growing up.

He sped up, pricking his ears. He jumped the broken fence, and landed smoothly on the other side. He didn't stop until he was almost right in front of the house. He slowed down, and whinnied.

It took a moment, but they heard steps a small, curious voice call, "Finn?"

Finn's head dropped a few inches, and he nickered. The door opened, revealing a beautiful sky blue Akhal-Teke mare. Her tail was a deep shade of blue, but not exactly navy.

"Finn," her eyes softened, and Finn tossed his head a bit. Ethan jumped off, letting Finn rush up to his mother.

They threw their heads around each other's necks. Finn drew in his mother's scent, closing his eyes and taking in the moment. After nine long years, it felt so good to be home. After a moment, his mother pulled back and looked him over.

"Look at you," her voice was on the edge of breaking, "You've gotten so big."

Finn just stared at her, taking in everything. He was home, with his mother.

"Look at how much muscle you've gotten. So big, just like your father," she gave him a weak smile and met his eyes. She stared into them until Finn had to shift a bit, moving his gaze away from the intensity for a moment. She gave him a small frown, her eyes softening yet again. "Life has not been good to you, has it?"

He forgot she could read him like a book, but at those words he broke. His gaze and head dropped a bit, his head tilted as a tear slipped down his cheek.

She looked over him once more, with the same intense gaze she had a moment ago. She looked at all his scars, the ones she hadn't noticed before. The ones he definitely hadn't had last time he was here, ones he didn't have when he left.

She had noticed the scar over his right eye when she first saw him, but now was just seeing the ones across his chest, the bright scar on his hip. The few smaller scars along his barrel and flank. The older, faded scars along his neck and the newer ones along his face and back. And, she couldn't miss the piece of his ear missing.

"Come inside," was all she said after studying him for a solid minute. She moved aside to let the four of them in.

Finn looked around the house. Nothing had changed. He had to smile a little at that, the happier memories of his mother and father, of the three of them playing together.

"You can sleeo wherever, it's getting late and I'm sure your tired."

Holley got about midway into the house before all but collapsing. Sam had to jump off or risk being laid on. She frowned down at Holley, but kneeled to take off her tack.

Finn stood patiently as Ethan took everything off. Finally easing the bit out of his mouth, Finn made his way over to Holley and laid down next to her. Ethan and Samantha put their tack in the corner of the room and headed to one of the bedrooms Finn's mother had pointed out to them. After, she laid down on Finn's other side.

"So, who's this?"

Finn smiled softly at Holley, who was sound asleep at his side and leaning against him.

"Holley. Holley Shiftwell. My partner for five years and mate for two," Finn glanced back at her and she made a soft sound followed by, "How old is she?"

"Eleven. Two years younger than me."

"When did she become a spy?"

"Two years."

He saw her eyebrows raise a bit, "Little young isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm guessing you remember that old course you and your father made? I'm also guessing you've gotten stronger. Tomorrow can you show me what you can do?"

"Of course," he leaned back a bit to touch his muzzle to his mothers.

"Goodnight my dear."

"Goodnight mother."