A/N: I am back, readers! Welcome to another chapter. In fact, I will be posting 3 (three) chapters at once! This one will include a little bit of My Little Dashie by ROBCakeran53 (Thanks for the Fanfic bro!) and how it reflects with Danny's life. Okay now, enjoy the new chapter(s)! (Yay! No more author notes for the next two chapters! I think...)

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The usual same old, same old I don't own anything except the OCs routine...

Chapter 14

Unveiling The Truth

Later that day...

August 25, 2013

7.58 p.m.

It's been a few hours since we settled in the 'cave'. Had a change of fresh and clean clothes, showered, and everybody's doing their own activities. Thea and her students, the Thea sisters, were using the training facility in one of the rooms built into the walls, Trap and the teenage mouselets were ranking up the online leaderboards of Fields Of Battle 2 (again), Hussein and the Wolf Pack were wrestling up their own dinner sandwiches at the kitchen, while I was getting a wheel of Brie on a plate from the fridge, some saucers and crackers from the counter, singing, then walked my way cheerfully to the semi-enclosed living room, where Geronimo was typing a mission summary report for the General Secretary.

I rested the plate of crackers and Brie on the coffee table in front of me and sat down on my Italian leather couch. "Crackers and cheese?" I offered the hardworking mouse as I sat down.

He took a sniff of the cheese's delicious-smelling aroma. "Is that Brie I smell?" He identified.

"Yup... Brie de Melun to be exact," I replied, cutting a piece with a cheese knife.

"It smells so delightful..." continued the agent, putting his attention to the French cheese to the fullest.

"And so I ask again, want some?"

"Don't mind if I do," he accepted without hesitation. He slid the saucer with his cheese cracker sandwich next to his computer, and munched on the finger food. "Mm... This is tasty! Where did you find this?"

"FYI, I made it myself."

"You made this? I have to say, you really aged to it to perfection. Who taught you how to make this?"

I switched to my Italian again. "Taught? No one taught me, I just inherited my ma's cooking skills!"

"Sorry if you're hurt after I say this, but, she'd be proud of you if she was here." I thought of the same, my mom must be proud of me for inheriting her skills.

"Actually, I'm think I'm kinda over it. When all o' you came into my life, it's never been better! New friends, new companions... Besides, you guys feel like my second family."

"Good to know," he responded, taking another bite of his cheese cracker sandwich.

I saw Thea in her karate gi with her black belt equipped across the 'cave' with her students, just walking out the door of the training facility. They split up, Thea approached us while the Thea Sisters went to change.

She sniffed the air as she closed in. "Ooh, is that Brie I smell?"

"Indeed it is, and made by yours truly," I replied.

"You made this?" Thea said in disbelief, pointing at the Brie. "This whole wheel of Brie?"

"I know how you feel, this boy is full of wonders, isn't he?" Geronimo responded. "So, how was training?" Asked the older brother about her students.

"Phew, it was tiring!" she said, collapsing herself next to me on the sofa. "I never knew Violet was pre-trained with Kung Fu, so she packed the most punch. Can I have some of that cheese?"

"Be my guess..." She took the cheese knife and cut a small segment of the wheel, then onto her saucer.

Meanwhile, the Wolf Pack were just about to enjoy their dinner sandwiches. "My masterpiece is finished!" Announced the leader of the Pack, Agent Hussein. He brought his footlong plate to the counter and sat on the high stool.

"What'd you put in it?" asked his second in command, Agent Ahmed Kassim. He was about Hussein's height, 6 feet 5 inches, heavy build, a little goatee, brown eyes and just plain bald. He also has a not-so-low voice.

"Pretty much everything Subway had to offer. A footlong sandwich bread, chicken salami, meatballs, lettuce, sliced olives and tomatoes, onions, pickle slices, mayonnaise, ketchup, and black pepper sauce. Not for getting any sliced cheddar."

"You sure you can finish this?" said another teammate, Agent Yassir Khalid. Standing at 6-foot 3", medium build, an 80s mustache, and a flattop, just like Hussein. Looks somewhat American. He has a medium-pitched voice which could make him the next Tom Kenny.

"What are ya talkin' about? Of course I can finish this!" Hussein replied confidently. Too confident in fact.

Hussein lifted one end of the sandwich and took a huge bite out of it, leaving tooth marks on the giant sub. The over-saucing made the ketchup, mayonnaise, and black pepper sauce ooze out of the dish as he chomped it. "Mmm... Tastes real good!" He licked the oozed sauce on his fingers. Then the sound of him munching pulled ahead of his words. "Okay, I maybe, repeat, maybe stand corrected. I think I can't finish this giant alone."

"Why not let Pam finish it with you?" Kassim teased.

Then the kitchen and the whole 'cave' echoed the roar of the Wolf Pack's teasing 'whoas'. Hussein did nothing but only put an embarrassed smile on his face and his cheeks flushed Ferrari red. "You jokesters... Reeeeeeally funny, guys."

The Thea Sisters came out of the girls' rooms right on time when the Pack stopped, and they walked towards us at the living room, for the cheese!

"Girls! Come for some cheese! We've got Brie! Bring those gamers along while you're at it!" I invited.

They invited the three gaming mice to the living room to finish the whole wheel of Brie. "Brie?!" Benjamin shouted. He left the controller in his paw and scampered to us.

"I want some!" Pandora said, who followed her friend, leaving Trap behind.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Trap said, slipping and tumbling forward as he was about to launch into a run.

After a brief Brie dinner later...

After stuffing ourselves moments ago, we stood by for movie night at the living room while we waited for Thea to come. Trap complained about him having stomach aches after over-eating the French cheese. He had the biggest slice; about five centimeters of arc length.

Thea appears out of the sliding doors of the girls' rooms in her purple turtleneck sweater. "I'm set!" She said upon exit.

I invited Hussein and his team from across the 'cave', as they occupied the gaming space, dancing it up on a colorful dance mat to beat his teammate in a dancing-themed video game. "Ay Hussein!" I shouted.

"I'm kinda busy here, what's up?" he shouted back, jumping back and forth.

"Yo, it movie night!"

"Movie night?" He paused to pull off a breakdance move. "Is it eight already?"

"Why else would I be calling ya for?"

"Just a sec." He finished his dance, putting him in the winner's circle. "Oh yeah! Top THAT off boyeeee!" Hussein said, taunting Kassim. "Hold on, me and the boys need to fetch our popcorn."

I nodded and looked back at my guests and or guardians in the living room. "Alright guys and gals, follow me to the theater."

"Wait, I thought we were having it here," Paulina said.

"Here? No way, this 80-inch flatscreen is too small. Plus, the sound will echo off the 'cave' walls."

"Huh...good point."

We lifted ourselves of the couches and walked in a huge group, with me in the lead.

We entered a corridor which was a door next to the girls' rooms, walking for a few seconds to the theater's wooden push doors, hearing the murmurs from everyone of every topic.

I pushed the doors to the theater, seeing the huge space lit by orange-tone wall lights. It was super cold from the air-conditioners blowing breezes of cool air, that's why I advised everyone to where sweaters...and bring a handkerchief along.

It was a relieving sight to see one of my favorite places in the 'cave' as I left the place six weeks ago, after making that specific Brie we ate. "Welcome to my theater!" I greeted invitingly. Louder murmuring mixed with 'oohs' and 'ahhs' rose from the group behind me, some feeling giddy, some astounded, some with just plain 'whoa' that sounded like the place took their breath away. They should because the screen was about as big as an actual size of that a cinema's, the ten percent inclined rows of seats made it big enough to seat over a hundred people in one big row, and the place was decorated with red wallpaper, and some wooden furnishings. The seats had immersive surround sound speakers at ear level. And to top it all off, the screen self-generates 3D projections so real, that it seems that you could almost reach out and touch it-without any aid of glasses.

"I think I said this before, but still, you had left me open-mouthed once again," said Thea.

I stopped at a step of the stairs and turned to face everyone. "Alright, a little briefing. I want the Wolf Pack to sit in this row, the Thea Sisters at the row behind them, and the Stiltons, Pandora and me sit in the row behind the Thea Sisters." They proceeded to their seats, and settled down.

I then stood in the row in front of everybody to give out a speech. "Okay, if I could take some time before we start the movie, I just want to say thank you all once again for being here, either to protect me, comfort me, or other reasons beyond." Once that was done, I entered the topic about the movie we were about to watch. "Now, about the movie. I know that this might sound weird, but, how many of you here is interested in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic? Please raise your hand. Or paw." I thought that no one would respond, but Pandora raised her paw right away, sipping on her cup of Pepsi. "Anyone? Just Pandora?" Then out of nowhere, Benjamin raised his paw, slowly. Then slowly the Thea Sisters. Then Thea. Then her brother and cousin, shockingly. I thought that having Geronimo being a Brony was stupefying me enough, but what left me aghast was that even the Wolf Pack slowly raised their hands, with embarrassment. And then Hussein let out an awkward cough. "Whoa! I'm quite surprised!"

"What surprised me is that I never knew Geronimo was a Brony," said Thea, peering to her big brother.

"And I never knew YOU were a pegassister," replied Geronimo, peering to his sister.

"And the Wolf Pack, I never knew you had such interest!" I said.

"We're closet bronies, so we don't tell people except ourselves," Hussein responded. "Why are you asking us this anyway?"

"Okay, here it comes. I was scrolling through YouTube videos under the search of 'MLP' the other day when everyone was asleep during our trip to Nevada, then I found a fan-made movie-which reminds me, all of you must have read the fanfic, 'My Little Dashie', correct?" They all nodded. "Okay, I found a fan-made movie on YouTube about that fanfic that ran two hours long*. I've seen the movie myself that night, and it was so sad at the end, it broke my heart. Twice. I downloaded it, and know I'm going to share it all with you. That was why I advised all of you to bring handkerchiefs, so the place won't be flooded with tears. I'm not gonna spoil any of it for your entertainment. So, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the movie." I climbed back up to take a seat next to Thea and told J-Son to dim the lights and roll the movie.

9.50 p.m.

What made the movie ran for two hours were that the makers of the movie added some scenes that weren't written in the actual fanfic, and some scenes of the short vignettes were elongated to explain what really happened at that scene, like when Dashie and her unnamed adoptive father decided to move to the countryside from the city, though some exaggerations were added.

We were nearing the ending, the scene when the remaining Mane Six members and Princess Celestia came to the unnamed man's house. Everyone was already tearing up at the scene before, when the unnamed father walked to look for Dashie in the rain. They blew out their noses and ate popcorn as they weeped.

The scene started with Dashie's unnamed father getting ready to go on an outing to go see a flight show that they planned in the last scene, for Dashies twentieth birthday, as the movie was based on the fanfic.

"Dashie! Today's the big day!" called her 'dad' from down the stairs. This was what I meant in what I mentioned in the paragraph before the last paragraph.

"Oh darn! I forgot! Dad, what time is it?" asked the 2D animated Rainbow Dash from her room, shouting. She was about to get out of bed.

"Better hurry up, it's already eight. We gotta get there by nine-thirty, and the air show starts at ten. Plus, the airbase is like an hour away from here."

"I'll be ready in a few minutes! Hang on!" Dashie flung open her door and trotted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

"Are you even showered yet?"

"Does it count if I'm still in the shower?" she asked, with some of her voice blocked by the door.

"No, it doesn't! I'm just gonna assume that you just got up from sleep. Hey, when you're done, join me at the kitchen for breakfast."

"Okay!"

'Dad' walked away from the stairwell to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the camera shifts back to outside the bathroom, and Rainbow Dash came out on cue with a towel on her head, pre-drying her multi-colored mane. She trotted back into her room, wiping off her wet cyan fur with a separate towel. Finally, she shaped her mane to her usual style, shaking off a drop of water right after. After she was done, she trotted out and down the stairs, with the wind behind her made her door close.

She turned left at the stairwell entrance and slowed down when her 'dad' was in her sight, eating a sandwich in the kitchen. "Hey Dad! Sorry I was late."

"Late? It was only a few seconds ago when I sat down here," said 'dad', taking a big bite out of his breakfast.

"Well, 'Dash' is my name," Dashie punned, getting onto her chair. Her caretaker as I would address him, just chuckled.

"Here, I made some toast and here's some peanut butter," offered the man, pushing the plate of toast to her 'daughter' across the table. "There's some strawberry jam in the fridge, if you want."

"No thanks," she respectfully declined. She then surprisingly opens the jar of peanut butter, despite having no opposable thumbs...or fingers. I just ignored it and continued with the movie. Again, she grabbed a butter knife and stabs into the jar and pulled it out, spreading the PB on her crusty toast.

The movie moved to the next scene, where they were about to leave for the air show. "Alright, I've my wallet, my keys, the air show tickets are in my pocket, and we only need to fill up the Impreza's gas tank. Then were ready to go!" 'Dad' announced.

"Yay! We finally get to see F-22 fighter jets flying over us!" Dashie said, jumping up and down in the living room excitedly. Then I thought to myself...

'Here it comes...the moment.'

There was an unexpected knock on the door. "Are we expecting someone, dad?" Asked the naive Pegasus pony, despite being in her twenties.

"Not really," her caretaker answered. "Go back upstairs into your room, I'll go take care of it." Without any questions asked, Dashie obeyed her 'father' and went back up to her room.

The unnamed man approached the door, not opening it yet. "May I ask who's at the door?" said the man, calmly. A female voice answered in such an elegant, yet attention-grabbing tone.

"May I come in?" Said the voice, technically not answering the man's question. Rather replaying without identifying herself. He was about to refuse, but changed his mind.

He opened the door.

He saw the figure standing on all fours, right beside the front-right fender of his sky blue Subaru Impreza parked in the porch. I felt what he felt, loss of words, clashing both emotions of Brony excitement when he first found Dashie, and the sorrow for he knew what this meant. He was either dreaming or seeing things. It was not other than the majestic Princess Celestia. They gazed at each other, eye to eye. He stepped back to where the door was to let her in. As he was about to close the door, five other ponies followed behind her, coming from the other side of the car. First was Twilight Sparkle, then the rest of the Mane Six, or what was left of it; Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, and finally Pinkie Pie who bounced in, emitting a 'boing' with every bounce.

"Ooooh, so this is what an alien house looks like on the insi- OH MY! YOU HAVE A KITCHEN! I'm starving, are you starving? I can make us some-"

She was stopped by Applejack's hoof, stomping on her tail, "Easy there sugarcube. We're jus' here fer Rainbow, so we ain't got no time for any eatin'..." Her stomach growled, "...now matter HOW hungry we are.

He offered some food anyway. "Uh...we have some left overs from dinner last night, and breakfast from just now. You're more than welcome to some."

Pinkie, without an answer, trotted her way to the kitchen. "Ah'll go keep an eye on her," Applejack said, walking to join the hyper pony. As she passed, she tipped her cowboy hat to the man.

A short moment of silence entered the house as the two passed.

"I'm quite surprised," Celestia began, "I had expected a little more resistance to us entering."

"Why? I know who you are." He took a seat at the armrest of his couch in the living room.

Celestia nodded, "Ah, so you do know then."

"That you're fictional characters from a children's TV show, then yes. Otherwise why you are all here, I've no clue."

Celestia denied the statement. "Oh, I think you do know."

Again, I felt what he felt. His heart fell into the bottomless abyss of his stomach. He let out a heavy sigh.

"Um...excuse me sir," Twilight began, "But from what we could figure out Rainbow Dash should be here. Is she?"

"She's up stairs in her room," he answered, pointing out the direction with his thumb.

"In maybe room?" Rarity asked surprised.

"Yeah, Dashie's in her room," the man answered, bouncing his head to confirm his point.

"Dashie? My, my...you're that friendly with her already?" Rarity continued. She could say that...

If if it hadn't been fifteen years.

The insulted man clenched his fist, with the raging fire burning in his eyes. Rarity saw that he was mad, and looked away.

'Dad' stood up in anger. "FRIENDLY? That's not even the beginning of it. And I should be asking you ponies as to what the hell you did?"

Celestia raised her right brow slightly seen, being it covered by her long, wavy mane. Taken back by the change of tone, she replied. "You see, my student-"

"I know who she is, just cut to the chase." He put his arms akimbo.

Twilight was seen in the background biting her lip, as her mentor continued. "Yes, of course. Ahem, she was working on a spell to help the weather team with some storm development. Well, they made slightly too large of a storm, and when Twilight used her magic to try and dispel it, it shot a lightning bolt meeting her magic. Rainbow Dash was unfortunate enough to be within reach of the blast, and it engulfed her and sent her to, well, here. So, we are here to retrieve her, simple enough I'd imagine."

Before he could answer, Dashie called from her bedroom, "Dad? Is everything alright?"

Everypony looked at each other, confused.

"Uh... 'scuse me sugarcube," Applejack started, returning from the kitchen with Pinkie Pie, who ate a refrigerated cinnamon bun, "did ah jus' hear Rainbow call ya "dad"?"

Celestia started up again, "Do you care to explain?"

'Dad' hung his head, sighing. "Go into the living room and make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right down with her." He walked to the stairwell without any response from the ponies.

"Dad?" The Pegasus called again.

"Yeah Dashie, I'm coming up. We..." He looked back down to the group of ponies as they watched him take on the steps, "... we need to talk."

The next scene played, the both came down. "DASHIE!" Pinkie shouted, jumping onto her cyan friend. Or at least was her friend. I put another popcorn kernel in my mouth from Thea's popcorn bucket.

Rainbow Dash was quick to shove the pink pony off, "Hey, get away from me!" She was taken back by the sudden amount of ponies filling our living room. They all looked to her with worried expressions as to why she shoved her closest friend away.

"You... don't recognize me... do you?" Pinkie said sadly, slowly tearing up.

"No, or any of you," Dashie continued.

"Sigh...take a seat, please...so I can talk to them..." ordered her 'father'.

Like recently, no questions asked, she hovered her way to the recliner, next to the fireplace and the sliding doors to the backyard. The camera recorded her slowly moving to it.

"How long ago was she sent over here?" Asked the man, turning to the ponies.

Twilight cleared her throat to speak up. "About fifteen days ago, why?"

"Well," I continued, "It's been a lot more time than that here."

"How long?"

"Fif...teen YEARS..." He said calmly, separating the syllables on the first word. The ponies, except Celestia, gaped.

"That don't es'plain why she don't know us," Applejack said.

"That's the thing. When I found her, she was...a filly."

The southern farm-pony raised her eyebrow. "Come again?"

"From my math, I think she was no older than four or five years old." THEN Celestia looked surprised.

"You mean to tell us, that you have been taking care of Rainbow Dash for fifteen years, since she was a small filly?" she asked.

He nodded, turning to his 'daughter'.

"We... she is..." He started, but just couldn't hold back my tears any longer, "I know it's not true...god, I wish it was, but-" At that moment, every occupant in the theater started tearing and sobbing. I only rolled down a drop on my cheek.

"I understand, the 'dad' now makes sense," Celestia cut him off.

RD broke the silence in the room. "So what's supposed to happen now?"

"Well, it's quite simple," started Celestia heavily. "Twilight, do you still remember that memory spell? From the Discord incident?"

Colette was overwhelmed with emotions and collapsed on Violet's shoulder, crying.

Twilight simply nodded, as she stood from the couch and hopped onto the floor.

She approached the cyan Pegasus, with her horn glowing with magic aura. She was stopped by her 'dad'. "No, wait! Please!" He raised his voice, reaching out his arm. "Just...give me a moment with her, please. All I ask, since..." He choked, "...since this is the last time we'll see each other."

Twilight walked away, leaving the two alone. "Dashie, my little Dashie. I love you with all my heart. You have done wonders to open me up from the man I once was. You..." He had to pause a moment, to settle down from his emotions, "... you have brought me so much joy in my life that I can't possibly ever thank you for."

At that point, everyone was weeping, even me. Thea saw me in that state, and pulled me close as she always did.

Back to the movie, Dashie too had begun to cry. "These fifteen years we have had together, talking, playing, flying; all those have been so special to me. I just want you to know, that I will forever love you. It doesn't matter if we aren't biologically related, or of different worlds. I don't care what you may ever think of me, or if you ever even remember me, but right now, you being my Dashie, I want you," he poked her on her chest, "to know that fact. If there is ever a problem that happens, and you need me, don't hesitate to find a way to get me, okay?" Pinkie sniffed it up as she looked at the two with watering eyes.

"D-d-do I have t-t-to go d-d-daddy?" RD stammered, sniffing as she looked at her 'father' ever so deeply into his eyes. He answered with a nod, about to stand up. "So much for seeing the F-22s..."

Before he could even gain his balance, Rainbow Dash stood on her hind legs, threw her forelegs around her 'dad's neck, hugging him tight. He joined her in an embrace. With a sad piano riff accompanying in the background, that was the climax of the sadness we felt in the theater.

On our side of things, Hussein just let it out.

"It's your actual home, Dashie. You don't belong here. You need to go back to where you belong," he continued, still embracing his 'child'.

"But I belong HERE, with YOU!"

She broke the silence again. "I love you, daddy..."

"I love you too, my lil' Dashie..."

At that point all the other ponies had tears flowing, even Celestia herself.

Twilight stepped closer to Rainbow Dash, sniffling once before her horn glowed purple.

Man, it me hurt so much, despite not having any relation to the film.

"Wait!"

RD's 'dad' looked from the floor to her, as she backed away from Twilight, "Before I go, I wanna go get something."

She flew back up to her room, and quickly flew back down with a Nike shoebox in her front hooves. She set it down on the living room coffee table, opened it up and took out a pen and paper. She quietly wrote something down with her mouth as the camera recorded in a long shot view.

Dashie made it quick and short (sorta), and after she was done, she dropped the pen, and left both stationery next to her shoebox.

She looked back at her 'dad', smiling, still crying, as she walked back to Twilight. "I'm so sorry Rainbow Dash," she started. "I...I honestly wish there was another way to do this. I wish I didn't have to do this. But..." She was still hurt as she was about to do something that could hurt her friend mentally. That cut her off.

"Can't..." Dashie started, "...can't he come with me?"

Celestia instantly answered. "Rainbow Dash-" Princess Celestia started, with tears on her face, "He cannot join you in our world much like how you cannot stay in his. This was all never meant to be, and the world around us was not made to house you. And yet..." She paused to look around her surroundings. "...and yet, something beautiful happened here. Something I cannot explain in full." Her tone raised as she choked on her emotions.

She continued. "When I realized where you ended up, I expected the worst. I figured you to be ruined, tainted and tarnished from this world's cruelty. But now, I see that it's quite the opposite. That here, this man that has raised you, shows me that you were in good hooves- Or, hands as it were."

She turned to the man, smiling. "I cannot speak for you, but from what I see in front of me, the amount of love you both share and have shared together, tells me that you raised her as if she was your own. Even with the obvious differences, you still raised her un-biased as to her species, her origins. You raised her as your daughter, which only makes this entire ordeal so much worse."

Thea blew her nose. Making matters worse, she did it with my handkerchief!

Celestia sniffled before her words. "So, I must say to you, dear sir, please do not hold my student accountable for this. It was never her, nor anypony elses intention to cause this much hurt to either of you. If you must blame somepony, I would ask you to blame ME," she said with a tone full of guilt. "I am the one that helped bring them here, to take Rainbow Dash back to her home... away from here."

Dashie's unnamed 'father' rejected the statement. "Just how could I blame somepony? For sending Rainbow Dash here?" He said, almost choking on his words.

"These have been the best 15 years of my life. So, if anything, I feel quite the opposite; I wish to thank you, Twilight, and the rest of you. Thank you, for what you did, though not intentional. Thank you, for all that came out of this. And finally thank you, for all my years, my life, and my love... with Dashie." He tried to smile at Twilight between the sobs, but she looked on the edge of tears herself as the camera focused on her, and could only look away, before she cried herself.

Celestia stood up. "No need for thanks, good sir. Instead, I wish to thank you, for taking care of one of my little ponies. She would have never made it without someone much like yourself."

Celestia closed her eyes, and then leaned her horn towards him. He didn't move. "Thank you." She said.

Then, another pony spoke up.

"Thank you, sir," Twilight added, finally able to speak through her tears.

"Thank ya," Applejack said.

"Thank you, darling, for caring for our Rainbow Dash," Rarity spoke.

"Um, th-thank you," Fluttershy quietly said.

"THANKS!" Pinkie shouted, as she sprung up to him and hugged the man.

He remained silent as he nodded, then looked back to Dashie, who also wore a smile on her face.

The ponies all returned to Dashie as Twilight's horn began to glow once more.

"Are you ready now, Rainbow?" Twilight asked again, returning to Dashie and starting her magic.

She simply nodded, as she closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable.

The movie continued in slow motion as flashbacks from their memories showed on the screen. From the splashing of the water in the bathtub during bath times, before she showered herself. A flash brought him back to the present, then another flashback where it showed their fails attempts in baking, ending up with the oven exploding and turned themselves black. Another sudden flash brought him back to the present. Then another flashback showed where RD got her cutie mark, by performing the Sonic Rainboom at the empty field when she was finally able to spread her wings.

He stopped flashing back, focusing on his dear adoptive child for one last time as she was never to be seen again. We could see one last tear streaming down from her left eye as Twilight touched her horn on Dashie's forehead.

Then all of them left in a flash of white light. Without a trace. ALL of them.

Colette's cool was at its peek, she gasped, and just burst into a cry, screaming at the top of her lungs. Others followed, one-by-one.

Back to the movie, the heartbroken man stared blankly until another piano riff started playing, this time, specifically belonging to a song called 'If You Only Knew' by the Aviators**.

*Intro piano* (notices something different on walls, gets up, walks around)

Fifteen years...living here, (walks around slowly)

I never did...face my fear,

That one day...you would...have to leave (staring at empty photo frame on wall)

Now all the memories we could have made together,

Never came to be...

If you only knew... (Skips scene, went to Dashie's bedroom)

How much I care about you,

You'd never...fly away... (sees normal office, all personal things gone)

I'll never figure out,

Why you thought somehow, (looks around)

You had...to leave...

If you only knew, (scene at downstairs, walking down, sees album on coffee table)

How much I need you... (Walks to album)

*techno bridge starts* (open album, browses photos of Dashie, sees note)

"Dad,

For fifteen years you took care of me. For fifteen years you loved me, played with me, and made sure I enjoyed my life in a world not meant to house me. I'm not a mare of many words, but even though I told you this in person, I felt you needed a written version of it so you will know it was all real.

I love you daddy. You helped shape me into the mare I am now. I'm not sure what is going to happen, if I will remember any of this or not, but I want you to know that you did a darn good job of raising me, even if I was a bit stubborn at times and short with you during others.

With Celestia's permission, I hope to allow you to keep our photos; our memories, with you so that you will never forget. Again, I love you, and thank you.

Your little daughter always,

Your little Dashie forever,

Rainbow Dash."

Rainbow Dash, if I could only have you back

I wish I could see you once again, and I dream every night of that... (Cries after reading note)

Without you I'm not who I'm supposed to be... (Scene skips to porch, looks at car)

If only you could listen to these words, (remembers the first time they got the car with RD's suggestion)

Without you...it's killing me! (Looks at plates reading: RAINBWDSH)

If you only knew... (Aerial heli chase sequence, driving Subaru like rally driver on dirt road)

How much I care about you,

You'd never...fly away... (Camera pans to mountain, where road leads)

I'll never figure out, (parked car at the edge of cliff)

Why you thought somehow, (inside cockpit, man staring blankly into sky)

You had to leave

If you only knew (looks at selfie, printed and pasted onto dashboard)

How much I need you (cries, resting head on wheel)

*outro strings* (drives back home)

"That was it," the narrator's voice started as he parked in the porch, "she was gone in my life forever. But I couldn't let myself down because of that. I will cherish those fifteen years we had together and move on. I can say that I had redeemed my parents' only wish; which was to be happy. And it was thanks to my little Dashie to help me accomplish that. Thank you, and I will never forget you...my little Dashie."

The cries stopped in the theater, with only Colette the only one left still emotional.

Just before it all ended, a time card that read '2 years later' showed on the screen. The movie fast forwarded his life. The text faded and showed a scene of a cyan Subaru Impreza WRC clearing a jump at what it appeared to be, a rally stage. Spectators cheered on as the car passed, and it switched to a cockpit view, showing the driver and the co-driver holding his pacenotes. We couldn't see their faces, they wore helmets with tinted visors.

A camera at the finish line recorded the rally car crossing it. the car stopped, and the camera circled around it. What I could describe on the machine was it had Dashie's cutie mark all over, the rear doors, the hood, the roof, the side mirrors... Finally, both people in the car came out, closed the door, and when the driver took off his helmet, we were in for a surprise.

He was the Dashie's 'father', he moved on and became a professional driver as Rainbow Dash was also a fan of this motorsport.

An interviewer came to him with a mic and a camera crew. "How does it feel like to win this stage and entering first in points just before the final stage?"

The man who's name was still unknown pulled the mic close to his mouth. "It feels really good, heh, but I couldn't have done it without my co-pilot and of course, my car."

"We have been told that you were going to reveal its name if you were to beat this stage."

"Okay, and for the record, it's a she. Her name is Rainbow Dash. The reason is, she looks so beautiful, where the 'Rainbow' part of the name of her comes from, and she can go really fast, which where the 'Dash' came. She was named after someone, but it's for all of you could figure out for yourselves."

"We've also been told that you entered the championship with your personal car that you use as everyday transportation. Can you tell us why?" That question gave us the idea that he converted his Subaru into a rally machine.

"Well, truth be told, this car contained many memories that I cherished with a person that is really dear to my heart. She inspired me to move on and I became a rally driver because she loved this sport. From the day I bought it, to now, as I make new ones. I even kept the plates and mounted it on the dashboard."

"May we know who that person is?"

"I'm sorry, but, it's kinda too personal to answer."

The camera pans out to both people. "There you have it! I'm Jerry Patterson, we'll see you in the final stage of the 2026 FIA World Rally Championship!" A different camera view records all of them. "And, cut!" The reporter turned to the man. "Thank you sir, it's a pleasure to interview you. See you at the final stage." They shook hands.

The man looked up above the trees to the sky, and saw a rainbow stretch across the forest after a downpour before the stage began. The smile he wore on his face made us knew what he was thinking, Rainbow Dash. He smiled.

An unexpected sight to see, a bright colorful circle beside the rainbow appeared, with a sonic boom heard after it seconds later.

The man frowned and narrowed his eyes to focus on what caught his eye. He knew only one person or pony could do that.

"Dashie?"

"The end"

The credits rolled, with the song playing in the background.

"That was beautiful!" Colette commented, eyes still flooded with tears.

"Sniff...ugh...what time is it?" Asked Thea.

I checked my watch. "It's ten-fifteen...sniff...ugh...time to hit the hay."

"How do you feel?"

"Heartbroken. Which reminds me," I rubbed my eyes, "how's everyone?"

"It felt like losing a child," Hussein replied.

"Tear-jerking," said Geronimo.

"My eyes are still watering..." Trap stated.

"Colette?" I called from behind her.

"I'll be fine," she answered, wiping her eyes.

The lights turned back on and we headed back out. We said our good nights and went to our bedrooms, collapsed as soon as we sat on our beds, and got ready for tomorrow.

I had trouble falling asleep, because I was thinking and comparing my life to the movie. I did sleep eventually.

Thursday, August 26, 2013

8.15 a.m.

I was found in the servicing stations in the next morning at the back of the 'cave'. I brought all 16 cars down and cued them up.

It was Phantom's turn to be patched up. I had him parked outside the paint shop.

I strolled around him, but found nothing that needed any attention. Until, I saw his left door. "Wow! Phantom! That's one hell of a scratch you've got there!"

"It was necessary to protect you sir. Plus, I think it's my first battle scar."

I crouched to see his 'wound' with detail. "Battle scar, huh? Well, your carbon fiber panels only covers dents, not scratches. I'll have to give it a respray. And speaking of respray, I think you could use a new paint job."

"I was thinking the same, sir. I think that black and red finishings are getting old for me."

"White and blue finishings it is..."

10 minutes later...

With some help of quick-drying paint and not disassembling parts of Phantom, I managed to give him a new look in almost ten minutes. A new personal best.

"You're all done," I said, taking of my facemask.

"Much better," said Phantom, sounding relieved.

It was time for me to replace Anton's and Colette's roofs after they blew it off during that standoff.

I took a few steps to the break space nearby the paint shop to get the cloner off the round table.

I activated it as if it was a phone. I booted up a file manager where it displays all of the cloning files. I typed in the search bar on top:

"Bugatti Targa Top"

In a few spins of the spinning wheel of death, the results show up as two items labeled: Bugatti and Bugatti . I selected them and an option window popped up displaying:

"Clone items?"

With buttons: "yes" and "no", I pressed 'yes' and aimed it to the ground.

I was done repairing the other cars, and I took Diane to the turntable for simulation mode via cargo elevator near the stair entrance.

I geared up in a full white racing suit with a helmet, and took a ride in simulation at Spa-Francorchamps.

I wanted to release some tension by drifting and burning rubber through Spa's corners. I made enough successful drifts for a couple of laps until something came to my thought during turns 7, 8, and 9. AKA the Les Combes chicane. Something that prevented me from falling asleep last night.

That thought really ruined my focus. I drove too much at the middle during my approach at turn 10, the Bruxelles downward hairpin. I also braked a little to late, but not that late to enter a drift.

As I mentioned, I held Diane a little too much at the center. I knew I was in danger. "C'mon! Stick to the road!" I said, countersteering in the drift.

Nonetheless, saying did nothing.

There was too much understeer and speed. "No, no, no, no!" Like it or not, we drove into the gravel, and more understeer made us crash into a wall of tire stacks.

"Reset to road, beginning of Bruxelles hairpin," I ordered. Diane 'teleported' us back at a few feet before the hairpin so I could gain more speed.

I shifted into first after revving up, doing a burnout at launch. Unfortunately, I did the same mistake. CRASH. Back to the barrier.

"Again," I demanded.

Third attempt, failed.

Fourth attempt, failed.

Fifth attempt, failed.

Sixth attempt, failed.

I held my arms in the air in frustration screaming: "HELVETE!" I banged the wheel with my fists. That was Swedish, by the way.

After another half dozen failed attempts later, I gave up. I took off my helmet, set it on my lap and cross my arms. "Sigh...reset to pit lane." I wondered as a flash of the windscreen took me back to the pit lane. "God, what's happening to me?"

Diane butt in with her sweet and cute voice. In other words, she sounded like Fluttershy. "Mental analysis. After driving: distressed. Before driving: calm. After first two laps: troubled. Something's making you unfocused, sir."

"No duh," I said, matter-of-factly.

Diane broke the brief silence. "You're thinking about them, aren't you?"

By 'them', she meant my family. She was right, I was thinking about them. And comparing my life to the events of My Little Dashie at that moment.

"And now your comparing your life with the events of My Little Dashie," Diane continued.

"Stop reading my mind! I know that you have neuro-connectors in your seats..." Neuro-connectors are actually one of my inventions. They're planted in the seat and connects to your spinal cord every time you sit down. It gathers data of the cars occupants and detects injuries if a crash were to happen.

A knocking on the passenger window sounded from reality. "That was Agent Thea Stilton, sir," Diane informed.

"Let her in..." Diane faded the windscreens to black and unlocked the doors for the to gain access.

She opened the door and sat next to me, shutting it back. She was in her everyday threads, refreshed and smelled like lavender. Diane displayed the simulation environment on her screen again.

Thea breathed in and broke the silence. "I heard you scream 'hell' in Swedish just now," she started. "Go ahead, tell me what's going on."

"Why I screamed was that I failed a half dozen times drifting at Bruxelles hairpin. What made me unfocused then was my sad thoughts. I just couldn't get it out of my head!"

"Talk to me."

I sighed before I spoke. "The things that happened in My Little Dashie kinda reflected what's happening in my life. A sad person who lives a boring life, all alone after family members' deaths. Then that person found the only thing in his life that made him happy after that. Then, fate just takes it all away. That's when I thought; what if fate took you, no, ALL of you away? What would I do? I mean, fate already took Firas away... Like I said, what if you were taken away? What would I do? Sulk?"

"You've already done that twice, Danny. Once when your family past away, the other time when Firas betrayed you... But you're not gonna do that a third time," she squeaked as she looked into my eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying that we'll never leave you. Not like them. Just remember, no matter where we are, how far we're separated, I, we, will always be here," she pointed and poked my chest, "...in your heart."

I was really touched. Those words sucked up into me and just made me tear up. "You're the best friend a guy could ever have!" I just lunged to her and gave her a friendly hug.

"D'aww, your welcome!"

"Um...ehem...A-are we ready to continue driving? Diane interrupted again.

I let go of her and put my helmet back on. "Sniff...yeah. Buckle up Thea! I'm gonna drift all the way."

My 'sister' pulled the belt and clicked on the buckle.

I pressed the 'start' button that located behind the gearstick. "Hold on!" I warned as I revved up and shifted into first. It left virtual smoke, tire tracks and a wide grin from inside my helmet as Diane's wheels burned out.

"I don't wanna run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand..." I was at the central supercomputer with my Beats headphones plunged in on the control panel and turned on a song. I was browsing through photos that I had stored in iCloud (the computer was Mac OS X powered) to be used as a wallpaper. I downloaded them and put them in seperate folders on the desktop.

I've been clicking on and on, previewing each car photo that I had. Nothing really did caught my eye, not even the photo of the Lamborghini Egoista.

I was ready to stop looking for something to replace the Andromeda Galaxy on my desktop. So I closed the folder of my collection of supercars. My eyes followed to where it shrinked, then something got me intrigued. A folder labeled: 'family' under the supercars folder.

I opened it up, displaying a collection of family photos.

It warmed my heart. I clicked and selected all the photos to be previewed. Clicking the 'next' button, memory after memory. The time my mom made muffins with Sarah, the time my dad was restoring his '67 Shelby AC Cobra 427, and the time we selfied during our vacation at Tahiti. (I wasn't sure that selfies existed that time.)

The one photo that warmed my heart the most, was our family photo, taken in front of the fireplace at our old home at Santa Monica Beach, Los Angeles. I wore a smile on my face and sobbed.

I didn't notice Geronimo get on the second swivel chair beside me. He was in his everyday green suit.

"That's one beautiful family you have," he started, looking at my family photo.

I heard him, despite wearing headphones. "Was, G. Was," I corrected.

"You should be grateful that you had them for a while..."

"I did, and still am. Why are you saying this?"

"...for Thea and I never knew our biological parents***."

"Wait, what?" I took off my headphones and turned my chair facing Geronimo.

"We were abandoned at an orphanage when we were just little mouselets. We were adopted by the Stilton family days later. They loved us so dearly, that's why I feel proud and answer this every time someone asks my name: 'my name is Stilton, Geronimo Stilton'."

"So, Trap isn't your real cousin? And Benjamin isn't your real nephew?" He shook his head.

He looked at his sister, who was competing with Trap in a 4D driving simulator. "I was lucky not to be abandoned alone. I'm also lucky to get a sister like her in my life. She's very much like yours from what I've heard." He turned to face me. "You should feel the same as well, because that you had a real family that loved you."

"As should you. At least yours didn't got taken away as horrible as my family did."

"Say, how did they got taken away for the sake of my curiosity?"

"Middle of summer, July 14th, 2011. They wanted to pick me up after the Weapons Expo held at Los Angeles at that day. When they entered the street where I was in a coffee shop awaiting them, visible enough for me, our white family Panamera exploded before they got to where I was."

Geronimo's Perspective

"Pardon me, did you say 'exploding white Panamera?" It got me intrigued as at that date, I was working on an ops protecting a person at that expo when I first joined Interpol.

"Yeah."

"Forgive me for asking so much of you, but, can you please explain to me what actually happened on that day?"

"Let me start from the beginning. It started as a regular summer day..."

A/N: okay, so? How was this chapter? Leave a review if it's awesome!

*No such movie was ever uploaded or created. Searching in YouTube will result in disappointment.

**Such song and artist does exist. Search with the keywords "If You Only Knew (My Little Dashie Version)".

***Source: Geronimo Stilton's book: The Secret World Of Geronimo Stilton.