Baen was having a ball. Hard to perceive I know, but it was happening. Two weeks had passed since the Breezie incident and the silent treatment he gave the mane six for their little slip up on their side of the bargain. Though after a few days of it they took him out for an ‘apology’ picnic, Baen with great reluctance accepted their apology. He questions why he puts up with their…well there was a word for it…but he is still wondering why. Regardless, at the moment Baen was air guitaring to some nice sounding music on the couch at Vinyl’s place. Vinyl called it ‘Rock and Roll’, Octavia just called it noise. Despite what it was called, Baen loved the sounds that droned in his ears.

Vinyl was rocking out beside him, “YEAH BAEN! BRING IT HOME!”

Baen then air shredded and power slid along the floor, “YAY!”

Octavia just rolled her eyes and flipped through the paper she read, “Could you to possibly be any louder?”

“Well we could,” Vinyl said with a smirk, “But we’d start getting the noise complaint forms again.”

Octavia groaned and continued her reading.

Baen stood on all fours and glanced around confused.

Vinyl trotted up to her compatriot, “What’s up?”

“Don’t know,” he glanced around once more, “Usually by now something weird starts happening. Isn’t that the norm around here?”

Vinyl shrugged, “Eh, Ponyville has weird stuff happen all the time. Then there are the days that everything is just…”

“Predictable?”

Vinyl nodded with a smile, “Exactly.”

Baen just stared at her, “I didn’t say anything.”

Octavia was gaping at the air behind Vinyl and pointing.

“There’s something behind me,” Vinyl deadpanned, “Isn’t there?”

“Yep.”

Vinyl looked up and stared into the yellow and red eyes of Discord, “Helloooooo Miss DJ.”

A series of mass flashbacks to when he had turned Ponyville into chaos incarnate flashed through her mind…as well as what happened to her.

All the color drained from her face and she and Octavia ran screaming from their home.

Baen however remained, “Ah, hello Discord, nice day hm?”

Discord shrugged and reclined in mid-air, “Could do for something to stir things up,” he snapped his fingers as a projector appeared and displayed a scolding Celestia, “But old sun butt told me no more trouble.”

Baen sighed and laid on the ground which Discord took notice of, “What’s this? Baen the Barbarian not training? No threats or wonton violence,” he then wore the garb of a distressed maiden, “IT’S THE SIGN OF THE APOCOLYPSE!!!”

He swooned and phased through the floor.

His head then popped out of the floor, “Wow, not even a chuckle, this is serious.”

Baen raised a hoof, “It’s nothing, just a crowded mind.”

Discord snapped his talon and the entire interior of the house changed to a doctor’s office. Discord wheeled in a massive machine and stared into Baen skull and saw all the various thoughts running around in his head.

“Hm…it zeem zat it iz ze case of,” he then dramatically proclaimed, “Twilight and Friends-itis!”

“Huh?”

Discord rolled his eyes and the interior became a psychiatrist office and he was dressed as one, clipboard and all. Baen was reclined on a couch and glanced around in confusion.

“Right,” he nodded, “I need to get used to that.”

Now many don’t know how it happened but it did. Discord and Baen had become not friends, but acquaintances. Discord found Baen an interesting fellow and his outbursts were nothing short of hilarious. Baen found Discord an intriguing creature, and his magic was quite amusing in what could be performed. So during his week of silent treatment, he had actually got to know the spirit of chaos, mostly due to that Tatzlwurm incident a long while back.

Discord checked his clipboard, “So Baen, tell me exactly what’s on your so called mind?”

Baen sighed, “Oh, I don’t know. It’s just that lately after I insulted those girls and stormed off then they brought me back. It’s just…I can’t get mad at them like I used to.”

“Mhm, I see,” Discord scribbled a baseball and a screw beside each other, “go on.”

Baen folded his hooves on his chest plate, “It’s weird, I mean yes, I still dislike them….but just not how I used to. It’s like the feeling is fading, but it’s hanging on. Then there’s Twilight…”

Discord glanced at him with a smirk, “You’re starting to feel grateful to her aren’t you?”

Baen blinked, “I…suppose I am.”

“Oh it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Discord chuckled, “All stallions become weak willed around her.”

Baen sat up and glared, “I am NOT weak willed.”

Discord shrugged, “That’s not what my sources say.”

“Sources?”

Discord breathed on his talons and shined them on his chest, “Sorry can’t say.”

Baen rolled his eyes and flopped down on the couch, “Whatever.”

Discord wagged a lion finger at him and spoke in a sing-song voice, “Your blocking.”

Baen growled, “Why must they torment me?”

Discord snapped his fingers and the interior became a bar and there was a second Discord with a handle bar mustache behind the counter that Baen was now seated at. Discord smiled at him.

“I thought a change of scenery would be appropriate for our bonding.”

Baen raised an eyebrow, “Bonding?”

Discord rolled his head, “Or maybe I was bored of the layout and wanted to swap it again,” he gazed at Baen upside down, “I can never tell because my mind is a jumble!”

Baen sipped the drink he was given, “Clearly.”

Discord took on a mock expression of hurt, “Ow, sir you have wounded me.”

Baen slugged him playfully, “Oh come off it.”

Discord levitated off the stool, “If you insist.”

Baen stifled a laugh.

Both guys drank in silence for a close to an hour until Baen spoke.

“How do you do it?”

Discord shrugged, “A good magician-“

“No,” he said, “I meant how you put up with…you know…them? Just, why?”

Discord smiled, “The question is,” he raised a finger, “how do they put up with me?”

Baen raised an eyebrow, “What?”

Discord looked to the side, “Well to put it simply. They do it because of Shutterbug-“

“Fluttershy.”

“Whatever,” he said, “but in short, it’s because they are friends. True they can be odd, crazy, eccentric, and at times annoying. But that’s part of their charm.”

Baen stared at the counter as Discord leaned over to him, “Plus Baen, they really want to help you. You’re usually the subject of some of their conversations.”

“Eavesdropping?”

“Nah,” he waved, “just in the neighborhood.”

Baen sighed, “Hm. It’s not only that I dislike them, they’re just unusual.”

Discord nodded, “Indeed, the pink one is.”

“No not that,” he folded his hooves on the counter, “though I might not look it and I’m not a Unicorn, I’m quite attuned to magic.”

Discord nodded once more.

“To be blunt,” he narrowed his eyes, “the lot of them are changing, I see it in their eyes. Something….powerful has awakened in them and when it all comes to a head, Equestria will change with them and frankly,” he smiled slightly, “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”

Discord raised his glass, “Here here, cheers to the chaotic future.”

Baen clinked his glass with Discord and they drank.

Discord then said, “But frankly Baen,” he stood up, “You’ll have to let down your wall at some point,” Discord snapped his fingers as a small miniature of Twilight started speaking.

“It’s not that Baen is a bad pony girls. It’s just that he has a wall up there, and I would really like to get behind it and get to know the REAL Baen. Behind all that gruffness and violence, I’m sure he’s quite nice, it’s shined through a few times after all.”

Discord and his changes then vanished in a snap. Baen then gazed at his necklace and sighed.

“Father, what should I do.”

Author's Notes:

What's this? Frequent updates?
Consider it an Easter Present! ;3

Also more character development for Baen.