Of The Past That Haunts Us [Soarindash]

Chapter 11- I Totally Ship It

"I came, I saw, I made it awkward." —unknown

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A week had passed since the scenario between Soarin and Dash which ended in happy tears and melted hearts. Everything returned to normal after that. Except for the fact that whenever Rainbow saw Soarin, she didn't get the tempting urge to slap him or run away; instead they both grew closer and closer as time passed and caught up on everything they had missed out on in each others lives.

Days were passing fast and although forgiveness wasn't completely granted to him, Soarin and Dash were on the road to rekindling their friendship brighter than ever before.

Currently, Fleetfoot was asleep on the couch with a magazine on her face and Soarin and Dash were opposite to her conversing and bantering quietly. Their conversation was interrupted as Spitfire exited her temporary room, walking towards them with a notepad and quill.

"Guys," she began, sitting next to Fleetfoot and smacking her on the head to wake her. Fleetfoot blinked as the magazine slipped off her face and she lazily glanced around. Upon seeing Spitfire she straightened up and placed an innocent smile on her face. Rolling her eyes, Spitfire continued. "We're all wasting too much time relaxing. The only thing we've done so far is basic team formations and haven't even started planning the routine. We only have three weeks left so we need to organize and plan our moves today."

"I'm down with that." Fleetfoot yawned and stretched. "But couldn't you have woken me up more nicely?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fleet, you can't be woken up 'nicely'"

"Hmph."

"ANYWAY," Spitfire shot a glare towards her companion. "We need to start right now. Any ideas for the beginning of the routine?"

They all sat in silence for a few moments, each pondering on what moves they could add to the show.

"Um, I have a few moves of my own that may fit well," Dash began. "Although, we would have to alter them a bit to fit us four."

"Moves like?" Spitfire asked, intrigued.

"The Buccaneer Blaze, The Fantastic Filly Flash, Speed Smash...The Sonic Rainboom?"

"Nice names," Fleetfoot commented.

"Hmm," Spitfire perked up. "I would love for the Sonic Rainboom to be incorporated into the routine. We could make this work..."

"Spits? How about the Thunder Clap? That move we made during the Winter Moon Celebration, a year ago?" Soarin suggested.

"Yes, Yes! What about you Fleet? Any ideas?"

"Huh?" Fleetfoot flinched and looked around, apparently having zoned out within a few seconds. "What?"

"I said, do you have any ideas for our show?" she repeated. "Or are you content to stay inside your fantasy world?"

"Oh, um sorry, hehh...what about the...Streak Quad?"

"Not a bad idea," Spitfire said as she jotted down something in her notepad with her quill. "Right, I think this is fine for now, I'll put these together and figure something out. I'll take more suggestions later. Meanwhile, I want you to work on your flying. And Dash? Work on some coordination drills." She said and trotted back to her room, shutting the door behind her.

"I think the coordination drills are gonna be a bit of a problem." Dash muttered.

"I could help you with those you know?" Soarin flashed a small crooked smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah! I had some problems with those too. Maybe I could give you some tips?"

"That'd be awesome! Let's go!" Rainbow grabbed Soarin's hoof and dragged him to the exit.