What was with her?! Rainbow Dash kicked up some loose cloud dust in frustration. If Spitfire liked Rainbow Dash why wouldn't she just say something? If it was so against academy policy—and Rainbow Dash wasn't completely sure it was—wasn't Spitfire a high enough authority to change the rules? At least defy them? Could the rest of the Wonderbolts really kick out one of their star flyers for a bit of romance? Heavens no... and if Spitfire actually agreed with the policy, well... shouldn't she act like it?

Rainbow Dash had experienced nothing but torment for the remainder of the training week.

Spitfire would brush her tail around Dash's neck while turning paths in giving the group directions.

Spitfire would use the excuse of an in-your-face command that generals were so famous for to barely brush her lips onto Dash's cheeks as she'd come away.

Spitfire would send her a wink when she knew Rainbow Dash was the only one looking at her. Which happened often. Dash couldn't keep her eyes off the pegasus, and Spitfire tormented her with this.

She was enjoying this too much and Rainbow Dash was fed up with it.

Dash wanted answers and when she would seek permission to enter Spitfire's office, the yellow-orange mare would make excuses to turn her away.

Dash would look for ways to flirt back with her during close encounters, but as soon as she was near an action, near an idea, Spitfire seemed to know exactly when it was coming and headed in another direction.

Dash was even to the point of writing her cute little notes and slipping them into her uniform pocket. Spitfire would then of course look for ways to subtly rip them apart so only Dash could see.

Today was the last day of the week long introduction boot camp. The coordinators would decide who was fit to come back for more training at a later date—which Dash was. But in the meantime Rainbow Dash wouldn't be seeing the camp, or Spitfire for a while.

She might as well take a chance and yet again demand her answer.

This way she could totally be rejected and be a safe distance away from the keeper of any awkwardness... because what Spitfire was doing now wasn't awkward...


"Spitfire!" The end of boot camp buffet dinner was almost through. The awards had been called and Dash knew, along with most of the others, she would be returning.

The orange Pegasus was found with a mouth stuffed with strawberries. She gave a nervous glace at Rainbow Dash, who had finally caught her.

Dash smirked at her prisoner, before continuing. "Listen, ma'am. I've been getting a lot of mixed signals from you and I want—"

Spitfire held out a hoof, and swallowed her mouthful. "Not here." She took a glace around and pulled Rainbow Dash into a nearby broom closet.

Spitfire turned on a lamp, and only the two pegasi were illuminated against their dark surroundings. Rainbow Dash's heart was beating so fast she thought she'd pass out.

"Look..." Spitfire sighed. "Dash... I like you. It's just that—"

Rainbow Dash lightly kissed her. Spitfire did the bare minimum to respond, but it still felt like no response at all. It also felt out of place, like puzzle pieces that didn't quite match up.

"Oh." Dash stared at the floor, blushing furiously. Partly from the fact that she just kissed her mind-blowingly attractive idol, but mostly out of frustration that it turned out so rotten. Was this what Spitfire knew would happen? She just wanted to sink into the floor.

"I'm sorry, Dash... you're in training, and—"

"I just don't get it..."

"I think I might. Listen, Dash." Spitfire placed her hoof on hers. "I think this could work... just in a few years, once you're a Wonderbolt and we're on equal footing."

Rainbow Dash couldn't believe herself. That actually sounded nice. To wait that long and be with Spitfire as a Wonderbolt. No one could possible give a this-might-work-out-if-you-wait-for-me-for-a-few-years response and have it be okay. But Spitfire could. Rainbow Dash did idolize her too much. This really couldn't work now. That was probably what Spitfire meant by "equal footing."

"We'll just have to wait and see now won't we, ma'am?" Rainbow Dash saluted her, and Spitfire gave her a kiss on the cheek before opening the door.


Okay, dearest readers. I'm sure you are all wondering why it took a little less than a year to update this. So it's confession and explanation time! Woo! So I wrote this story, and basically all my fan fiction through drafts on g-mail. It was an elegant system really. I could type and edit things wherever I was. Waiting in line? TV commercial? I could write a chapter whenever. Plus unlike only e-mail sites I could open the same draft when I logged in on an actual computer. That made uploading and editing much easier. On my old phone drafts could only hold so much, so every so often I'd just start the next part for the next few chapters. Everything was perfect. Now readers you must also know that I like to work ahead. Too much ahead. I had the next several chapters all written out. They just need to be edited a little then added in. I was also a bit stuck. But I was stuck way further ahead than what you just read. I was so stuck in fact that I thought to hold off posting new chapters for fear of running out. I was so stuck that one day I opened the most recent draft and started reading it, hoping to get ideas to continue. Then, dearest readers, I did something I wish I could take back. My big clumsy thumb pressed the delete button by mistake. And, dearest readers, when you press delete on a draft in g-mail it's gone. It doesn't go into the trash. It doesn't give the option of undoing anything. It's gone. It's just gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. A huge chuck of my story completely vanished.

That day, in what was not an emotionless few moments to say the least, I went bullet point to bullet point for what happened in that giant draft (which on my new phone did not seem to have that size limit making it so very long). I had written so much, and I really liked how a lot of it turned out. I had another giant draft and few chapters on an old draft that came before the deleted section. I sent them to myself to keep for a while. To say the least I had a bit of a grieving period. I don't think I've done much with Everything I've Ever Felt for You since. The draft was deleted on September 15th last year. (I'm not that weird to remember. I just looked at the date my other draft e-mails sent.) I wanted to continue it. I wanted to start rebuilding, but I just couldn't for a while. I went back to one shots, and just took a break from this story. Now one summer day (That would today! June 11th! 2014.) I decided to take my drafts and put them on word documents. It has been so long I'd forgotten where the draft left off from being published or waiting to be published. I couldn't remember the events of the story that survived from the ones that had been deleted. But I looked on to see what happened last and edited the next chapter. I then re-read everything of the story that had been published as a refresher. Then I wrote this. (Well and while writing this I had a break for eating a salmon burger, doing dishes and going on walk.)

Now, dearest readers, I'm going to edit the next chapter again, as well as this message. Then I'm going to click to add this. Then I'm going to be brave and read my drafts for what comes next. Then I'm going to be even braver and look at that paper I made on September 15th what I remembered happened. Then I'm going to be really really brave and start rebuilding. Like I should have done a long time ago, but maybe I just wasn't ready until now. But the point of this long explanation/confession is that even though it may seem like I have, I really haven't given up on this story. I hope the rewrite can only be better. I've written a lot since September 15th and can only hope my writing in general has improved. (By reading the past story it feels like it sure has.) But what I really want to say is a giant thank you for not giving up on my story either. Your reviews and favouriting/following keep me going. You guys reading this period keeps me going. Thank you. All of you. You will be reading another chapter, and many more after that. I'll keep you updated and let you know when you've finished reading what I had saved and are on what was rebuilt. I'll let you know when you are passed the rebuild too. Seriously, thank you, though.