Not even the loud sounds of bacon cooking on the stove could break the awkward silence between the two of the girls at the kitchen table. Twilight was in her own world. Applejack couldn’t blame her. She was still shell shocked from last night.

"Twi, you okay?" Applejack asked, a little worried. The smaller girl seemed to be staring into space. She didn't even notice that the bacon she had been cooking was now somewhat burning.

Twilight didn't respond. Instead, she flipped the pan of bacon onto a plate covered in paper towel. Then she went over to the coffee maker and poured herself another cup of coffee.

Applejack cringed. That was her fourth cup. In the past hour. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was jittery and clumsy. Not that she already wasn't. "Shit!" The darker girl cursed. She slammed her hand on the counter, the hot contents sloshing onto the surface.

Applejack jumped up, and swiftly walked over to the other girl. "What's wrong sugarcube?" She asked worriedly. She hadn't been watching her at that moment, and regretted turning her attention away even if it was for nothing more than a second.

"I burnt myself." Twilight mumbled, holding up her hand. An angry red mark burned bright in the back of her hand. She winced as she felt the farm girl take it in hers to examine up close.

"Yep. Heavens to Betsy that's a nasty one." The blonde farm girl sighed. "Alright, where's the first aid kit?" She said next, forcing Twilight to look her in the eye.

"I-It’s fine. I-I don't need anything. It even stopped hurting. See?" Twilight abruptly raised her hand but soon hated herself for doing it. "Fuck me with a broomstick!" She groaned as searing pain ran through her arm. She threw her head back against the cabinets above her, panting.

Applejack cursed her libido for thinking that Twilight looked incredibly hot right now. She was still concerned for her too, but couldn't help but start laughing. "F-Fuck me with a broomstick?!" She reiterated, doubled over. "What kinda mess is that?!"

"So I curse! A lot! And sometimes what I say doesn't make sense! But please, for the love of God Applejack, go get the damn first aid kit. I'm dying!" Twilight shouted, then groaned when her burn became even more irritating. She glared at her when she didn't move.

"Alright, alright. Ya don't have ta tell me twice." She chuckled. Applejack jogged into the bathroom by Twilight’s bedroom and when through the medicine cabinet for the small white box. When she found it, she ran back into the kitchen to find Twilight flustered, her breathing ragged. If this was any other situation, Ah would be wet as a well right now. Applejack thought. But she's in pain. So Ah can't really take pleasure in that.

She put the kit on the counter next to Twilight. First she commanded Twilight to take off her robe, blushing a little when she saw she was just in a skimpy tank and her underwear. Then she pulled out the burn ointment and an appropriate bandaid. Turning to face the other girl, she poured some of the ointment on Twilight’s hand, rubbing it in. She could feel her relax and sigh when she was finished. After that she wrapped up the burned area with gauze.

Twilight flexed her hand. "Wow. Who knew you could play doctor. " she complimented.

Applejack blushed. "Shucks. It was nothin'. Ma taught me how ta take care of my own cuts an' bruises so Ah could take care of Bloom's when she got older. Workin' the farm does some serious damage on ya if ya ain't careful."

Twilight smiled at her for a moment in response but then pouted a little bit.

Applejack took her hat off. "What's wrong, sug?" She asked. She hoped she had done everything right. Even if she was going off of memory.

"Can you kiss it to make it better?" Twilight asked, her eyes down casted towards the floor and her face tinged with a light blush.

Applejack let out a confused, "Heh?"

"Since you're playing doctor and all, you're supposed to kiss it to make it all better. " Twilight explained, her expression changing to one of a flirtatious nature.

Applejack’s heart nearly skipped a beat. D-Does she- Is she serious?! Ah'm not sure Ah can do this! She thought. Before she could decide though, the front door swung open.

"Twilight!" Spike called. "Applejack?!" Applejack heard a second pair of footstep accompanying his.

"Ah hope Dash wasn't right." The second voice mumbled. Applejack recognized it to be Applebloom. Why the sam hill is she here? She thought, agitated.

Twilight quickly put her robe back on without speaking to the girl beside her. Spike and Applebloom walked into the kitchen to see the girls were sitting at the table in silence. Applejack sipping her coffee with a deep scowl and Twilight staring into hers like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"What's up with you guys?" The hybrid asked, surveying his sister and friend as Applebloom sat down.

"We were cookin' an' Twilight burned her hand." Applejack responded dully. Spike could detect that there was a clear coat of annoyance in her voice. He raised an eyebrow, and smirked.

“Did we interrupt something?” he sneered. Applejack slammed her cup down on the table and Twilight sighed.

“Um, no. Are you guys hungry?” She asked, getting up.

The two share a look. “Ah don’t know when ya’ll got up, but it’s like one in the afternoon. What have ya’ll been doin’ all day?” Applebloom asked, eyeing her sister.

Applejack gave her her meanest, most menacing glare, causing the girl to jump back a bit. Just then, there was another knock on the door. It sounded angry, and threatening.

“I’ll get it.” Twilight announced, getting up. She went to the front door and unlocked it. Opening it, she saw Rainbow scowling and Pinkie behind her staring up somewhere.
“Can I help you two?” She asked.

Dash folded her arms. “Where are the squirts?” She seethed Even with her tan skin Twilight could tell she was red with anger. She guessed that was why the two hightailed it over to her place. They probably said the wrong thing around Dash. Twilight inwardly rolled her eyes. Only a hotheaded idiot would take something a child had said to heart.

“They’re in the kitchen. Why is Pinkie with you?” Twilight nodded towards the party planner behind the slightly taller woman. Pinkie wasn’t one to accompany Dash when she wanted to pick a fight.

“Oh that’s easy! I came to make sure she didn’t kill them!” Pinkie gushed, putting an arm around Rainbow. Twilight thought that was Fluttershy’s job. But seeing how it appeared Pinkie had been there at the time, it was understandable. “Hey, is Applejack here?” Pinkie added, almost whispering.

Twilight stiffened, almost regretting doing so since she was sure both girls had noticed. Pinkie raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down.

“Why are you in nothing but a bathrobe?”

“Why are you wearing Dash’s clothes?”

“Touche.”

An awkward pause flowed between them, before Twilight wordlessly stepped back and let them in. What happened next was too quick to even describe.

The kitchen door slapped open, two childish screams were heard, banging, yelling from Applejack, shouting from Dash, cries of help from the kids, Pinkie giggling, more banging, and then the kitchen fell silent.

Twilight groaned and went to go see what the damage was. She opened the door expecting the place to be wrecked but instead she found Spike and Applebloom being sat on by Rainbow Dash. Applejack was of in the corner with her face in her hand, and Pinkie was sitting at the table chewing on a stack of pancakes.

“What the hell just happened?” Twilight didn’t even want to really know, but it was a peculiar sight to behold.

“Oh that’s easy!” Pinkie bubbled. “Dashie went after the kids, Applejack tried to stop her and I started eating!” She giggled, shoving another forkful of pancakes in her mouth.

“Why are you sitting on them?” She questioned, watching her brother and his friend slowly turn blue. Even though Dash was tall and kind of lanky there was a lot of muscle on her thanks to her constant workouts. In short: She was freaking heavy.

“You’re goin’ ta kill ‘em!” Applejack shouted.

Dash shrugged. “They disrespected me. So if they die, they deserve it.”

“If you kill mah sister Ah’m gonna take ya by yer stupid rainbow hair and beat the livin’ hell outta ya!” Applejack growled, rolling up her sleeves.

“You wanna go, blonde?!” Dash challenged, getting up, rolling up her own sleeves. Spike and Applebloom roll over, gratefully gasping for air. The two athletes stare each other down, both faces red with irritation.

“You two need to calm down.” Twilight reasoned, putting her hands in front of them.

“Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Applejack!” Dash sneered.

“She’s not my girlfriend! And you’re one ta talk! Why is Pinkie here with ya wearin’ your clothes!” Applejack shot back.

Twilight saw Rainbow’s jaw tighten. “That’s none of your fucking business.” she growled, her fists clenching.

“Come to think of it, have you ever slept with anyone outside our group?!”

“Applejack!” Twilight shouted warningly. “That was completely uncalled for!”

“Ah don’t care! She needs to hear it!” Applejack whips back at her. Her aggression falters though when she sees the shocked and hurt look on Twilight’s face. Then, the worst possible thing happened. Twilight frowned. It was no regular frown either. It was a sad frown. The one a mother would give her child when she disapproved of what they did.

The one a disappointed teacher gives a student.

Applejack looked from Twilight to Dash before bounding out the kitchen then out the house, slamming the door. She got in her pick up, ignoring every bone in her body that told her to turn around.

Author's Notes:

i made it short on purpose this time! i promise! also this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxOuOfBE2Cc inspired the end a bit. And i swear to god someone better fucking get the chapter title. Welp, I gotta go. hope you guys liked this! :D