Phan Oneshots

Like Wild Horses (C)

Dan's POV

Phil lead me back out to the stables, and he said for me to get his horse (Mindy, who is the horse I always watch Phil ride from my window sill), and any other horse I chose.

Once I had Mindy out, and tied to the fence, I set off to find my horse. I walked around, and suddenly I spotted it. The horse was gray with dark patches of black on his coat, and was in the corner, looking sad. I went up to his stall, and put my hand over the fence.

He spotted me, and walked over. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't too short either. Well, shorter then the other horses, but I thought he was perfect. He sniffed my hand, and then rubbed his nose against it. He was the one. I know it.

I opened the gate, and gently tied his brace up, and then led him out to the fence.

Phil saw me and smiled, but then saw the horse and tilted his head. "Ol' Rusty? No ones wanted to ride him in forever." "What why not. Look at him. He's perfect." "Well, whatever you say. I just thought he'd die on this property soon if he didn't get out." "well, why haven't you ride him?" I asked, beginning to groom the now, tied to the fence, horse. "Cause," Phil walked over to me, and whispered, "His owner died." My eyes widened, "What? How?"
He started, "Well, the owner, Rickson, was gonna get up and ride Rusty early in the morning. But, one of the older horses who has now passed away, kicked him straight in the head. Poor Rusty watched as his Rickson died, right in front of his eyes. Ever since then, he didn't trust anybody, and the owner's wife, Meg, said Rusty was picky, and either love or hated you. No in between. And nearly all horses seem to love me, but he didn't. The doctor actually said Rusty's got depression, and recommended no one ever ride him again unless Rusty agreed."

My jaw had fallen. Rusty... loves me? "But, I mean..." I tripped over my own words. "Hey, don't worry," Phil grabbed my shoulders and looked right into my eyes, "he likes you, and you're probably his last hope of ever," Phil swallowed at the thought haunting him, "letting him live."

We stayed like that, him holding my shoulders, but then I burst, and wrapped my arms around him. I couldn't imagine myself, or anyone I know, going through this, much less a poor little horse.

"Shh, don't worry. Come on, let's go riding before he changes his mind." Phil smiled, and pecked my lips. He panicked, "Oh my god. Umm, no I mean, I didn't mean to." I stood there in shock, when I suddenly felt doe thing push me forward. It was Rusty.
Rusty pushed me into Phil, and I fell in his arms.

Rusty seemed to wink at me and Phil and I fell in an embrace. "It's fine." I smiled at Phil, and kissed him. It was long, full of... adventure? Maybe excitement? I couldn't find the word, but it was there at least. It was perfect.