Chapter II

Hello peoples. I've got another chapter up. And, I've got to say, I'm slightly amazed at myself. I guess that I found the right mixture of helping N out with his script and writing my own fic. Oh, and Voltzs, I decided to take you up and your offer, but I tweaked the details a tad bit, mainly the age. So, without further ado, THE FIC IS THE THING!

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Despite his begging, Paul was sent back on his way to school. He wanted to stay there with the now human Fluttershy, maybe asking her a few question when she woke up, but his mother insisted that he at least get through the day.

"She'll be fine under my care. Don't worry about her."

Don't worry? he thought on the car ride to school. Don't worry! Perhaps my favorite pony of all time is in my house and she tells me not to worry! Okay, so he was a bit of a worry wort. But hey, like you wouldn't worry if your favorite character of all time was in your own house.

To say the least, his test didn't go well. He couldn't concentrate on anything, but somehow, he finished it, turned it in, and then headed to the gym. Since it was the end of the year tests, the students were aloud to leave after they had turned in the test and head to open gym. (A/N: Wish my school did that).

When he got there, he met up with one of his friends. Tristan was a eighteen year old high school student that just happened to put up with Paul. He's a little bit taller than Paul with medium length brown hair. His outfit is almost always the same: black goggles around his neck, black baggy pants with a chain, black shirt with a red line running down it from shoulder to hip, and black and red boots.

When Paul got there, Tristan ran over to him. "Hey, little buddy. You weren't on the bus this morning."

Paul looked up at him. "Oh, well, I was. I just...hopped off early."

"Again?" Tristan knew Paul's heart was in the right place, but his plan of action needed improvement. "For what reason?"

Hesitantly, Paul muttered, "Well...I...found...something."

"What...did...you...find?" Tristan knew that Paul wasn't one to just give information out, but he didn't want to pass up the opportunity to tease the little pause thing he did when he spoke.

"Uh...I...may have... found..." he trailed off here.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Fruffershry."

"Excuse me? Me no spreaken the non-American, mi amigo."

Paul sighed. Pulling on his shirt to bring his ear closer, he whispered, "Fluttershy."

Tristan chuckled and pulled away. "Okay, maybe you were up a little late last night watching MLP. It's affecting your dreams, making them feel real." He moved his arms into a dramatic pose. "As your resident lucid dreamer, I can tell you dreams are impressionable, even the day kind."

"I figured you wouldn't believe me." Paul grinned mischievously as he reached into his pocket. "This was around her neck when I found her. Could you, perhaps, tell me what it says?"

Tristan played along and red the back. "Fluttershy. Dude, that doesn't prove anything. They literally sell these at every store I've been too. We keep running out of them at GameStop."

"But this one is different. See what's it made of?"

Rolling his eyes, he looked it over a few times. Then a few more times. Then a few more... "What the heck?"

"Uh-huh." Paul nodded in satisfaction. "That's ruby right there. And you thought I was crazy."

Tristan was dumbstruck. "H-how did...I mean...why..." Then he dropped his arms and then looked Paul straight in the eye. "What if this is like My Little Dashie?"

The looked of triumph slid from Paul's face. He hadn't even given that any thought. "Uh...I can hope that it isn't."

"Have you even began talking with her yet?"

"As far as I know, she's still unconscious on my living room couch."

He was, indeed, correct in saying this. Paul's mother constantly monitored the pink-haired girl. She looked through all the clothes in the house to try and find her an outfit other than the scant one she currently had on.

In the end, since Paul's clothes were only slightly large on her, Fluttershy ended up wearing a black T-shirt with a large bow tie on it and gray sweatpants. Over this was lied a pink blanket with flowers on it.

Paul's mother did all she could to make the girl feel comfortable, but knowing little about her condition, didn't know if she was too cold or too warm. So the blanket took shifts on and off.

"The poor thing," she said once as she took off the blanket. She had knocked back some of her hair to reveal a bruise on her forehead. "What have you been through?"

Paul sat through his classes thinking the same thing. What had she been through? How had she gotten here? And...

His thoughts were shaken during track practice after school when a discus flew past his ear.

Mark ran up to get it. "Paul! Wake up! What's wrong with you?"

"What? Oh, nothing."

"Like Hell, it's nothing. You've been out of it all day. I don't think you've ever thought this hard about anything."

"I'm just a little worried about something."

"Can't it wait until after track?"

After track? That's when it hit him. That's when the question that had been burning at his heart and soul the whole day. The question that the answer might end up in the harm of Fluttershy.

What if his father found out?

Chapter Complete. Yeah, sorry that this one isn't that great, but I just got back from camping so I cared very little. Anyway, R&R AND ADIOS!