Author's notes: This is the 1st time that Scrapping is tackled in a story. But it certainly won't be the last time.

Saved From Scrap

Narrator: There is a local breakers yard near Edward's station. Its full of rusty old cars and machinery. They are brought there to be broken up, the pieces are then loaded into trucks and Edward takes them to the steel mills where they are melted down and used again. To Edward, this place is the most heart breaking sight he had ever seen but after a few years he had gotten used to seeing it most of time since he usually worked at the station near the breakers yard. Until this particular day.

Edward: (Sighing sadly) Oh dear. What a depressing sight it is. All these old machines and cars with years of life still in them being cut to waste and fading into oblivion.

Narrator: Rachel, Fluttershy and William patted Edward on his smokebox in sympathy.

Fluttershy: I know Edward, I know. I suppose its just the way of this world sadly.

William: I know what you mean Edward. It's sure is a crying shame.

Rachel: It's a shame that somethings can't be saved.

Narrator: Edward sigh unhappily again.

Edward: I know your right guys. It's just who would thought that we would be outdating these old cars, trucks, traction engines… Wait a minute! Traction engines?!

Narrator: Edward blinked. Standing right next him, Fluttershy, Rachel and William, still intact though little disheveled, was old traction engine looking furlong.

Edward: Hullo there. You're not broken or rusty. What in Sodor's name are you doing here in all places?

Traction engine: (sadly) Oh, hullo there. I'm Trevor. Well I don't mean to look broken or rusty. It's just that, they're going to break me up next week.

Fluttershy: Oh my, how awful.

William: How terrible.

Rachel: That's sad.

Edward: What a shame.

Trevor: I know. My driver says I only need some paint, brasel, and oil to be good as new.

Narrator: Trevor nearly burst into tears as he tried to remain brave.

Trevor: (Sad sigh) But it's no use. My master just doesn't want me anymore. I suppose it's just because I'm old fashioned.

Narrator: Edward snorted Indignantly.

Edward: People say I'm old fashioned, but I don't care in the slightest. The fat controller says I'm a useful engine.

Trevor: (Gradually cheering up) Well come to think of it. My driver thinks I'm useful too. I mean, I sometimes feel tried I'll but I don't constantly give up on myself like these newfangled tractors. They have something called circuit breakers in their engines you see. Poor chaps. When one of them blows fuse that's pretty much the end of it and most of not all them use it to flub a trick to play truant from work. As for me, I struggle on to get the job done. I tell you, I have never broken down in my life.

Narrator: Trevor ended proudly beam from side to side.

Edward: How astonishing.

Fluttershy: So um… I hope you don't mind me asking you, but I was wondering what work did you used to do Trevor?

Narrator: Trevor smiled kindly.

Trevor: That's alright my dear pony, besides that's a very interesting question and an interesting story to boot. Miss… ummm…

Fluttershy: Oh forgive us Trevor. We forgot to properly introduce ourselves. My name is Fluttershy.

Edward: I'm Edward.

William: I'm William

Rachel: The name's Rachel.

Trevor: Well pleasure to make your acquaintance Edward, Fluttershy, Rachel and William. Anyway, now let's see. Hmmmm…

(Cue flashback of Trevor's past.)

Trevor: Well in the old days, my master used to send us from farm to farm. We'd threshed the corn, hauled logs, sawed timber, and did lots of other work. We made friends at all the farms and saw them every year. The local children just loved to see us come by. They'd follow us in crowds and watched us work all day long. I especially loved when they used to watch us traveling through the busy market town with a trailer of logs in tow cheering us on as went about our work and sometimes my driver would give them rides.

Narrator: Trevor shut his eyes remembering.

Trevor: I like children. All those admiring little faces. Oh yes I like children.

Narrator: Edward clanked back to work.

Edward: Broken up what a shame! Broken up what shame! I must help Trevor, I must. Us old fashioned engines must stick to you know Fluttershy, Rachel and William.

Fluttershy: That's spirit Edward. And I'll help you too. That's what friends are for.

Edward: Oh thank you Fluttershy now I can see why they call you the element of kindness.

Fluttershy: (giggles)

William: I'm with you too Edward. I'm a first class preservationist.

Rachel: Same here. Count me in.

Narrator: All 4 felt sorry for Trevor and wanted to do all they could to save him before it was too late. William, Rachel, Fluttershy and Edward thought of all the nice people and ponies they knew that loved steam engines. They all had many friends both from Sodor and Equestria but strangely none of them seemed to have room for a traction engine at home. Even though Applejack the rest of the apple family had plenty of room back at sweet apple acres, ever since the Flim Flam brothers incident, Applejack along with the rest of the family were still skeptical of newfangled contraptions. Edward arrived back at Wellsworth fretting the worst.

Edward: It's a shame!

Fluttershy: Uh Edward.

Edward: It's a shame!

Fluttershy: Edward, we….

Edward: I'm sorry Fluttershy. Right now I'm still trying to figure who be perfect to saving Trevor.

Fluttershy: But Edward? What about him. (Fluttershy flew in front of Edward and pointed).

Edward: Oh. That's right! Why didn't I think of him before? Oh Fluttershy you are such a brilliant Pegasus.

Fluttershy: ( blushes giggled)

William: Oh well done Fluttershy! Well done! He'd be perfect.

Rachel: Oh he would definitely make a good candidate. Great job Fluttershy.

Narrator: There on the platform was just the very person.

Vicar of wellsworth: Morning William, morning Rachel, morning Fluttershy. Hullo Edward. You and Fluttershy look distressed. Whats the matter William?

William : Oh theres a traction engine in scrapyards Vicar. He'll be broken up next week and it's a crying shame.

Rachel: And Jem Cole, his driver, says he's never driven a better engine than him and you know Jem doesn't make those statements lightly. We think you would be a perfect candidate for saving Trevor.

Edward: Do save him sir please. You have plenty of room in your orchard.

Vicar of wellsworth: Yes Edward. I've got room. But I have no need for a traction engine.

Fluttershy: Oh please Sir your our last hope Sir. He's saws wood Sir and gives children and foals of all ages rides Sir. Please buy him Sir. Your our last chance to save him Sir.

Narrator: The Vicar looked at their faces full of despair, he could see that Edward and Fluttershy really cared a lot about Trevor,

Vicar of wellsworth: Well in that case. Then we'll see.

Narrator: He boarded the train. On Saturday afternoon, Trevor was surprised to see his old driver and friend, Jem Cole, arriving at the breakers yard.

Jem Cole: Hullo Trevor. I've got a bit of news for you. The reverend is coming to see you Trevor. Maybe, just maybe, he'll buy you.

Trevor: (Gasping in Hope) My word the very idea. Do you think he will?

Jem Cole: He will when I've lit your fire and clean you up.

Narrator: Jem set to work. When the vicar and his two boy arrived that evening, Trevor had steam up. He hadn't felt so happy in months.

Jem cole: Isn't he a marvel Reverend? Now, watch this.

Narrator: And with toot of the whistle and pull of the lever, Trevor chuffed happily around the yards.

Vicars boys: Oh daddy, please buy him.

Narrator: The boys jumped up down in there in excitement.

Vicar: Calm down my boys calm down. Let me try him for myself Jem.

Narrator: And climbed up beside Jem.

Vicar: Please show your paces Trevor.

Trevor: Yes Sir your reverence. Now I'll show you what traction engines can do.

Narrator: After a long time of driving Trevor, the Vicar went to speak the scrap merchant and everyone held the breath. Later the vicar came out smiling from ear to ear.

vicar: I got him cheap Jem. Cheap!

Jem: Ha ha! Did you hear that Trevor my boy? The reverend saved you and now you have new home at vicarage orchards now.

Trevor: Saved! Oh Hallelujah! How splendid. Oh thank you your Reverence. I'll see to it that you never regret this.

The Vicar: (Chuckle) I know you won't Trevor. I'm glad to have bought you, now Jem, could do the Honours of driving him home for me and take these scallywags with you too. They won't want to come in the car when there's a traction engine to ride home in.

Jem: Yes Sir your Reverence.

Narrator: Fluttershy, William and Rachel were so overcome with Joy they jumped up in excitement.

Fluttershy: WE DID IT! WE SAVED TREVOR! WE DID IT! YAAAAY!

Rachel: WE'VE DONE IT! WE'VE DONE IT!

William: HAHAHA! OH WONDERFUL! I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'VE SAVED HIM!

Narrator: Trevor smiled happily.

Trevor: (think) it's amazing that everyone still bothers with old traction engines like me when my old master thought that I was pretty much useless. But now I can still move on with my new life and move forward under my own steam to my new home. God bless you Edward, Fluttershy, Rachel and William.

Narrator: Trevor's home is close by the railway line and he sees Edward and Fluttershy every day, sometimes Rachel and/or William were with them too. His paint is spotless and his brass shines like gold. He saws firewood in winter time and when one Jem's tractors fails and packs it in, he sometimes borrows Trevor. He also sometimes visits Equestria once in a while for special occasions and special jobs from rock farming, to winter wrap up, to steam rally's in Ponyville. He's always careful not to create smoke clouds and he had good manners to begin with so it wasn't too hard to make friends with the others Ponies. At first the apple family of Sweet Apple Acres had their suspicions of Trevor. But then the unbelievable happened, after a little help from Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, and being given a chance to prove himself, he soon gained the trust and friendship of Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Mac. Granny Smith, a light green earth pony with a grey mane and tail, orange eyes, an apple pie cutie mark and an orange bandana with red apples around her neck, was the last one to accept his friendship, as he helps them with farm repairs and hauling supplies and apples incase if the work load gets too heavy for them on their own. He never touched their cider recipe. And she along with Big Mac were heard to remark.

Granny Smith: Well, for a new fangled piece contraption, old Trevor here can be quite handy and helpful in the old fashion ways.

Big Mac: Eeeeyup.

Narrator: That is definitely very high praises from the two oldest members of the Apple family of Sweet Apple Acres. Trevor likes his old jobs and his new part time jobs in Equestira. But his happiest days is always the church fetes. Then with wooden seat bolted to his bunker or a caravan in tow, he chuffers happily around the orchards giving rides to children and foals. Long afterwards, you will see him resting at his home in the vicarage orchards shutting his eyes remembering happily.

Trevor: (Sub conscious) I like children.

Yeah. That story has a bit of trauma. Just wait till we get to another story further up. Next up is one of my favourite stories, 'Old Iron'. Look out for that guys.