Welcome to Allspark Wells

Under normal circumstances, Apple Bloom loved taking road trips with her family. Unfortunately, she wasn’t on a road trip this particular day. No, today she felt like a convict being escorted on a prison bus. No one said anything as the car went down the road, passing the endless sea of pine trees around them. No music played on the radio. It was so quiet that Apple Bloom felt she could hear the pin drop on the other side of the galaxy, or rather the universe.

Apple Bloom knew why neither her big sister Applejack nor older brother Big Macintosh were saying anything; they were angry with her. After she and her friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were exposed as Anon-A-Miss, all three had to stand before the school board, and it was nothing short of a miracle that neither of the three had been expelled. However, the crusaders were suspended for the rest of the school year, would have to repeat their freshman year, and wouldn’t be allowed to join any clubs until the year after. That was nothing to say regarding what their families had in store. Apple Bloom herself was not only grounded, but her phone was confiscated (and later had an unfortunate accident with a wood chipper), was forced to do chores almost every hour of the day, and wasn’t allowed to leave the farm. She didn’t want to think what Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were going through.

Then three days ago, Applejack walked up to her and told her to pack her bags. Apparently, since she had betrayed her family’s trust in such a serious way, Applejack said that Apple Bloom was “temporarily” no longer welcome on the farm, and that she would be spending the rest of the school year, as well as the summer, with an old family friend the next state over. Now here she was, in the back of her sister’s car on a silent road trip to a faraway place to begin her exile.

“So, what’s he like?” Apple Bloom finally asked, hoping to finally break the silence. “What?” Applejack asked. “Uncle Ironhide.” Apple Bloom replied. “What’s he like?” Applejack answered, “For one thing, he’s not quite family. In truth, he’s an old friend of dad, or at least he was until he joined the army.” “Eeyup.” Big Mac added. “Well, in reality they had a bit of a fallin’ out, but they still remained friends.” Applejack then continued, “And he promised a favor to us the last time he was in town.” She then turned to her younger sister, her face betraying her annoyance. “And now Ah have to call that favor in.” Apple Bloom gulped as she looked down in shame.

Apple Bloom then asked, “So, what does Uncle Ironhide do?” Applejack sighed as she refocused on the road while Big Mac replied, “He runs a junk yard and chop shop.” “What’s a chop shop?” Apple Bloom asked. Applejack just sighed as she hung her head low. “What’s wrong?” Apple Bloom innocently asked.

Applejack immediately pulled the car over and angrily belted out, “What’s wrong is mah sister went behind mah back and spilt not only Mah secrets, but half the school’s over the fact that Ah was spending more time with SUNSET!” Apple Bloom found herself backing deep into her car seat as her eyes began to water from fear and guilt. Applejack realized she had lost her temper and apologized. “Sorry sis, but Sunset still hasn’t forgiven us over what happened, and considerin’ what you did to vice principal Luna, I just don’t know what to do with you.” Big Mac then cut in, “Which is why I called up Uncle Ironhide, and he said he’d be happy to keep an eye on you until the fall.”

Apple Bloom just sighed and began to look out the window. ‘Why did ah have to be so stupid and selfish?’ she mentally asked herself. After all, it was all her fault. Sunset being cast out from her friends and having ample reason to move on from the group, check. All of Canterlot High consumed in a cycle of secrets and revenge, check. And that little fight with her friends, check. The mere thought of the last time she saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo completely destroyed any composure Apple Bloom had left. She began to whimper to herself as tears began to fall from her eyes. Unfortunately, this time neither Applejack nor Big Mac would be able or willing to comfort her. After all, she had made their lives a living hell.

Apple Bloom just sighed and said to herself, “It’s gonna be a long drive.”

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Apple Bloom noticed a sign on the side of the road. This sign was a large wooden one with golden paint and a weird symbol of a face, and had the words, “Welcome to Allspark Wells” written on it in bright white letters. “Whoa Nelly.” Applejack said as she sighed. “We made it to Allspark before nightfall.” “Eeyup.” Big Mac added. “Ain’t been here in years.” Apple Bloom then asked, “So, what’s it like here?” Applejack then let out a mischievous giggle as she replied, “Well, you’re gonna have a lot of time to figure that out yourself, won’t ya.” Apple Bloom could only sigh in resignation as she answered, “Ah guess so.”

Soon enough, Applejack pulled up to a two story building next to a massive scrap yard. Apple Bloom noticed a sign that said, “Ironhide’s repair shop and scrap yard. You break it, we fix it.” She then noticed that the garage had three slots for cars, and all around the building were several derelict cars.

However, what really caught her attention was the man who seemed to have his head submerged in one of the old car’s engine. All she could see was his white jumpsuit with red and green jump stripes. As Applejack pulled into an empty parking space, she turned to face her younger sister and sternly said, “Ah don’t have to remind you that this is pretty much your last chance.” “Ah know. Ah’ll behave.” Apple Bloom replied. Applejack then turned the car off and unlocked the door. “Well then, no point keepin’ Uncle Ironhide waiting.”

After all three Apple siblings exited the car, Applejack began to approach the man working the car and asked, “Excuse me, Uncle Ironhide?” “Huh?” the man asked as he rose from the engine. Apple Bloom now noticed that this guy had a mask over his mouth and nose, a set of round glasses, and a helmet with three small spikes on the top and metal polygons on each side where his ears would be. “Who are you kids?” The man asked, the polygons lighting up with a light blue glow every time he said a syllable. It didn’t help that his voice was somewhat raspy, sending a chill down Apple Bloom’s spine.

“We’re here to see our uncle. Ya know Ironhide?” Applejack asked. The man pondered for a moment before he asked, “What’s it matter to you?” Big Mac stepped forward and replied, “We’re here to drop off Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom then stepped forward and gave a timid wave. The man then took a good look at Apple Bloom and something clicked in his head. “Hold on just a minute.” The man said as he began to slink over to the shop. He then opened the door and called out, “Hey Ironhide! You got visitors!” Apple Bloom gulped as she said, “Ah got a bad feeling about this.” Both Big Mac and Applejack simply sighed, the latter shaking her head.

It was then that the man from earlier exited the shop with another man. This new man was a middle aged man in gray overalls with red boots and shirt as well as a red helmet. He walked forward with authority radiating from him, and Apple Bloom began to sweat nervously. Applejack, however, walked up to this new stranger and warmly greeted him. “Uncle Ironhide! It’s so good to see you again.” ‘So this guy was Ironhide?’ Apple Bloom mentally asked herself.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Ironhide began to speak. “After all these years, you kids just show up at my shop unannounced?” Applejack began to back up in fear as her “uncle” began to berate her. Ironhide spoke with the same drawl as the rest of the Apple family, even though it was noticeably far less thick. “You got a lot of nerve.” Ironhide grumbled as he stepped up to Applejack. Both Big Mac and Apple Bloom were worried he would do something regrettable, and Applejack was having trouble telling if he was being serious.

All three siblings were surprised when Ironhide wrapped his arms in a warm embrace around Applejack and began to twirl her around. “My goodness, I haven’t seen you kids in so many years!” Ironhide nearly shouted, his serious attitude replaced by what could only be described as unbridled joy. As he set Applejack down, he remarked, “Look at you. Last time I saw you, you only came up to my hip.” “Thanks.” Applejack said as Ironhide set her back down. He then asked, “Still can’t tell a lie?” “Pretty much.” Applejack replied.

Big Mac and Apple Bloom began to approach Ironhide. “Big Macintosh. You doin’ alright?” Ironhide asked. Big Mac replied. “Eeyup.” “Still not much of a talker?” Ironhide asked. Big Mac simply gave a nod as he replied, “Nope.” Ironhide then gave Big Mac a playful nudge as he continued, “I always figured you’d be the strong and silent type.” Big Mac simply shrugged as he let out a gentle laugh.

It was then that Ironhide noticed the final Apple sibling. “Well now…” He began as he walked over to Apple Bloom. The young girl could only gulp as the older man looked down at her, his eyes glaring into hers. “So this here is Apple Bloom eh?” Ironhide asked in a serious tone. Apple Bloom could only nervously nod yes. It was then that Ironhide wrapped his arms around her in a massive hug. “My goodness it’s been so long since the last time I saw you.” As he let her go, Ironhide held his hands out in front of him. “Last time I saw you, you were just a baby.”

It was then a new, older sounding voice called out from the building. “Hey Ironhide, what’s going on out here?” Apple Bloom and her siblings turned to see a man wearing a white coat with red plus signs on the shoulders emerged. Ironhide turned to this man and answered, “Just catching up with my nieces and nephew Ratchet.” Applejack then stepped forward towards this man and said, “Name’s Applejack. Ironhide was a friend of our father.” “I’m somewhat familiar with your father Bright Mac.” Ratchet replied. “I’m Ratchet. Ironhide, Wheeljack, and I served in the same unit in the army.”

Ironhide then spoke up, “As much as I enjoy having this little get together, I think Apple Bloom here needs to get herself familiar with her new home.” Apple Bloom felt her heart sink as she was reminded of the circumstances that brought her here. Ironhide then turned to Applejack and Big Mac and said, “Would you two mind bringing her bags into the shop?” “Whoa there. Now hold your horses.” Applejack protested. “Ah think Apple Bloom should carry her own bags in.” Her “uncle” simply stepped forward and explained, “Apple Bloom’s gonna be staying here for a while as well as carryin’ her fair share of the workload, so I think you can understand me giving her the grand tour.” Applejack was taken aback by his insistence and simply nodded yes. Ironhide then turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Come on kid. I got a lot to show you and not too much time.” Apple Bloom would have protested but the glare from her sister motivated her to put some distance between her and Applejack.

Apple Bloom could only describe the inside of the shop as vaguely nostalgic. Like just about any small business anywhere, there was a counter in the corner with a cash register and, most likely, several drawers of supplies beneath it. There were a few large tables spread throughout the small room, each supporting either a car engine or some other kind of mechanical device. However, that wasn’t what Apple Bloom found most distracting.

That dubious honor went to the fact that the walls were covered with blue prints, schematics, and layouts of various vehicles. She could recognize some as cars or trucks, some were air craft ranging from planes to helicopters, and some were large tracked behemoths that didn’t resemble anything she’d ever seen before. “Yeah, we just sort of use the walls as both decoration and a clever way of storing schematics.” Ironhide said as he walked up to one of the engines. He then asked, “You ever been to a chop shop before?” Apple Bloom replied, “Ah don’t even know what chop shop means, so Ah’m gonna say no.” Ironhide then let out a gentle laugh as he replied, “Basically, everything from cars to computers and everything in between eventually breaks down. What we do here is take ‘em apart, scrap everything of value and sell that off to whoever’s paying.” A new voice, this one belonging to a woman, then spoke up from behind the two. “Well, at least anything none of us can fix.” Apple Bloom turned to see a woman who seemed to be around Ironhide’s age in a pair of blue overalls and a light blue shirt enter from one of the other rooms. “I see the new guest has arrived?” The woman asked.

“Uh, hello?” Apple Bloom nervously said as she extended her hand. As the woman walked up to her and, to no one’s surprise, wrapped her in a hug, Ironhide explained, “Apple Bloom, meet my wife Chromia.” “Oh, it is so good to finally meet you.” Chromia began. “Ironhide told me you would be spending time with us and told me all about you.” Ironhide then added, “Yep, we know just about everything about what you’ve been up to.” Apple Bloom was consumed by a pang of guilt as she looked away. Chromia then said, “However, we feel that you deserve a second chance. It’s why this lovable little bulkhead decided to take you in.” As she leaned against her husband, Ironhide playfully quipped, “I thought you were the one who pushed for her to come, and said it was because you wanted a kid without having to go through…”

“Ah think Ah’ve heard enough.” Apple Bloom interrupted, having realized what Ironhide was going to say. “Heh. Good point.” Ironhide replied. “Now I believe it’s time to show you the workshop.” He then brought his new young ward towards the room Chromia had emerged from. Apple Bloom was once again blown away by what she was witnessing. The “workshop” was a large garage that currently had three older cars that were in different stages of dismemberment. Chromia then said, “Right now you’ll only be in here for cleaning or giving us a hand.” Ironhide then added, “But once you prove yourself then we can see about you scrapping your first junker.” As much as she knew she was here as punishment, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find the idea of learning to tear a car apart fascinating.

“Whoa.” Apple Bloom said as Ironhide brought her to the scrap yard. There were piles of metal objects ranging from car parts to railroad rails to other large objects. Some were still a metallic gray, others were clearly rusting, some were at various stages in between and in nearly every color imaginable. “Beautiful isn’t it?” Ironhide asked. Apple Bloom replied, “Ah guess. Sort of.” Ironhide continued, “Well, we leave these pieces out here until it’s time to melt ‘em down or someone comes to buy ‘em.” Apple Bloom started to approach a rail line before Ironhide called out, “I wouldn’t touch those, at least not without gloves on.”

It was at this point that they heard a loud thump followed by the sound of Applejack screaming. Ironhide sighed and said, “We better go help your sister.” Apple Bloom hesitated for a few seconds before nodding yes and following her “uncle” to go help her sister.

“That should just about do it.” Wheeljack said as he and Ratchet helped Applejack hobble her way back to the car. After a large gear had landed on her foot, Applejack had been forced to sit the rest of the “transportation” out while Ratchet made sure her foot wasn’t broken. Even though it wasn’t, her foot still hurt. “Now…” Ratchet began. “I would try not to put any weight on this foot for the rest of the day. If you continue to feel pain I recommend you contact a doctor.” “Thanks.” Applejack thanked the older man. “Can’t believe ah was so clumsy.” “It’s alright kid.” Wheeljack said as he patted her on the back. “We all make mistakes.”

“Some bigger than others.” Big Mac said under his breath, barely able to hold back his anger. Wheeljack and Ratchet gave each other nervous looks as the former began to speak. “Look, I know Apple Bloom may have, eh…” Ratchet immediately interrupted, “Made a pretty big mistake.” “Exactly.” Wheeljack continued. “But I’m sure that a few months of “hard” labor will straighten your sister out.” Applejack hesitated before she simply answered, “Ah hope so.”

After a few more minutes, Ironhide, Chromia and Apple Bloom joined the others. “Hey Applejack.” Apple Bloom called out to her older sister. “Your foot feelin’ any better?” “A bit. Hopefully a good night’s rest will help it.” Applejack said as her younger sister approached her. She then straightened herself and began to issue orders to Apple Bloom. “Now listen here. Ah don’t want to have to get a call from Uncle Ironhide sayin’ that you’ve been barkin’ up the wrong tree, so you stay out of trouble and do everythin’ he says. You understand me young lady?” Apple Bloom nodded as she answered, “Ah do.”

“Then Ah think it’s time for your brother and Ah to depart.” Applejack said as she and Big Mac entered the car. Ironhide called out, “I’ll keep in touch.” “Thanks. Ah want to know everythin’ she gets up to.” Applejack replied. Apple Bloom then called out, “Ah love you guys. Have a safe drive home.” Neither of her siblings replied back, simply starting the car, pulling out of the parking spot, and driving off into the sunset, leaving Apple Bloom confused and somewhat hurt.

“I noticed they didn’t say anything to you either.” Wheeljack said to the stunned Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom simply sighed and said, “Ah don’t blame ‘em.” Ironhide then said, “Well, why don’t you take your bags up to your new room while Chromia and I start fixing dinner?”

Apple Bloom sat next to Wheeljack at the dinner table with Ratchet and Chromia as Ironhide brought the chicken to the table. “Here we go everybody.” Ironhide said he set the chicken in the middle of the table. “Ask and ye shall receive.” Ratchet let out a playful sigh and said, “You really shouldn’t try to sound sophisticated.” Chromia then quipped, “Then you should really watch what you say around kids.”

“Wait, Ah’m totally lost.” Apple Bloom said, absolutely confused as to what the others were talking about. As Chromia began to carve the turkey, she explained, “Well about five months ago, Ratchet here caught some kids flirting, and he said… what was it again?” Ratchet realized it would be best to just go along with it and replied, “I said, “The boy’s pheromone level suggests he wants to mate with the female.”” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start laughing at Ratchet’s humiliating story.

It was then that Wheeljack got right up into Apple Bloom’s face and, in an intimidating tone, asked, “You aren’t gonna spread that around, are ya?” “No, Ah won’t!” Apple Bloom nervously replied. Ironhide then called out, “Wheeljack, get out of my niece’s face.” Chromia then joined in. “And please take that ridiculous mask off at the dinner table.” “Yes mom.” Wheeljack jokingly quipped as he removed his mask. Apple Bloom was stunned to see he sported a stylish moustache underneath. “I know, I’m a looker, aren’t I?” He remarked. Apple Bloom replied, “Ah guess, if you like that kinda facial hair.”

As she took a bite of her supper, Ironhide began to speak. “Now Apple Bloom, all of us know why you’re here, and you do know that while I’m not a crazy drill instructor, this won’t be a summer vacation for you.” “Ah know.” Apple Bloom replied dejectedly. Ratchet then added, “Seriously, making fun of domestic abuse online is pretty messed up.” Wheeljack joined in with, “Not to mention all the legal trouble with that thing about someone’s bail.” Apple Bloom suddenly lost her appetite as the memories of what she’d done hit her again.

That was until Ironhide spoke again, “However, I feel that if you work hard and show you can change, then I might see about giving you some time off once summer comes around.” “Ah won’t let you down sir.” Apple Bloom enthusiastically replied. Ironhide began to laugh as he continued, “I’m not a sir, I work for a living.” Wheeljack, finishing a sip of his drink, added, “Yeah, we had to deal with a lot of guys who demanded we call them sir in the army. Bunch of jackasses.” As Apple Bloom started laughing at the sudden use of vulgarity, Chromia sighed and said, “Wheeljack, I’ve told you a hundred times to stop swearing at the table.” As Wheeljack began to apologize, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel somewhat content.

Lying in her new bed, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find herself in a surprisingly good mood. She had expected Ironhide to act like some maddened drill sergeant from one of Big Mac’s favorite movies or some sort of psychotic prison guard. Instead she had been given her own room that was pleasantly modest. There was her bed, a closet and cabinet for her clothes, a desk for writing or, as Wheeljack explained, “tinkering,” and a few other simple trinkets. All in all, she would be forgiven for thinking she was home.

Of course, that train of thought brought her back to the fact that she was only here because of her Anon-A-Miss stunt. The fact that Ironhide, Chromia, and their friends were friendly didn’t change the fact that they knew what she had done. The fact that Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith weren’t there reminded her that, for all intents and purposes, had been banished from the farm and sent to the farthest point possible.

And yet despite knowing that she had been exiled, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but hold out hope that things were going to get better. After all, she had been planning on getting a summer job any way, and she figured being a scrapper might be kind of fun. Sure, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo weren’t there, but she figured that after what had happened, they could all use some time from each other. All in all, as she began to drift off to sleep, Apple Bloom thought to herself, ‘Maybe this place isn’t as bad as Ah was afraid it would be.”

After all, there was a poster on her wall that said, “Allspark Wells, where new futures are forged.”

Author's Notes:

Next Time, Apple Bloom learns more about her new home as she runs a few errands.

Open Secret

The red-pink glow of the sunrise began to sneak its way into the bedroom, signaling to Apple Bloom that it was time to get up. Having had a surprisingly good night’s sleep, Apple Bloom began to rise from her bed filled with an emotion she didn’t expect to feel this early into her exile; optimism. Even though she knew exactly why she was here and not at home or at school, she couldn’t help but feel like today was going to be the good kind of day. Stretching with a yawn, Apple Bloom said to herself, “Alright, time for a brand new day.”

Her optimism was rudely interrupted by Wheeljack barging through her door with a hammer and a metal trash bin lid. “Rise and shine butter….” The older man began as he prepared to strike the lid with his hammer, only to realize that Apple Bloom was, in fact, awake. He then began to sheepishly say, “Oh, sorry. I thought you were still asleep.” Apple Bloom gave Wheeljack an annoyed look as she replied, “Well, Ah grew up on a farm, so Ah know the importance of risin’ early.” Wheeljack continued to stand in the doorway, now incredibly embarrassed as he continued, “In that case, eh, the boss says breakfast is in thirty minutes so you should probably get ready.” He then began to shuffle awkwardly away until he was gone.

Apple Bloom sighed as she collapsed back onto the bed. “Ah suddenly have the feelin’ today isn’t gonna be as good as ah thought.” She muttered to herself, hoping that Wheeljack’s intrusion was the only annoyance today.

Apple Bloom made her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. She had been able to get dressed and freshen up as normal without any further incident, and had regained some of her optimism. Sniffing the air, Apple Bloom could make out the familiar scent of bacon being fried on the stove. It was then that she saw Chromia working the stove as she set a few pieces of toast in the toaster. Apple Bloom greeted the older woman, “Mornin’ ma’am.” Chromia turned and greeted her young guest. “Why good morning Apple Bloom. Sleep well?” Apple Bloom replied, “Yup. Need any help with breakfast?” Chromia waited for a moment before she replied, “I have everything just about ready, but would you mind helping set the table?” “Sure.” Apple Bloom replied.

After setting the table, Apple Bloom heard the sound of a door opening. She turned to see Ironhide entering from the workshop. Though he was dressed in his signature gray overalls and red boots and shirt, he seemed to be struggling to stay awake. He made his way up to Chromia and wrapped his arms around her. “How’s it going honey?” He playfully asked his wife. Chromia let out a chuckle as she answered, “Almost done. I expect you to fix lunch today.” Ironhide replied, “I know. I’m gonna make some coffee.” He then gave her a peck on the cheek as he made his way over to the coffee maker.

Ironhide’s attention was distracted by the sight of Apple Bloom finishing setting up the table. “Ah, good to see you awake kid.” Ironhide greeted her. “Sleep well?” Apple Bloom answered, “Ah did. Much better than Ah thought Ah would.” Ironhide then let out a gentle laugh as he began to pour coffee into a mug. He then began, “Well that’s good, cause I have a busy day in mind for you.” Apple Bloom asked, “What exactly do you need me to do?” Ironhide replied, “I was thinking on having you do some sweeping and cleaning for a while, and then having you deliver a few things around town.”

“Around town?” Apple Bloom asked. “But Ah hardly even know Mah way around the shop. Ah’ve only been here a day!” She realized she had raised her voice and immediately began to back down. “Sorry for shouting.” She apologized. Ironhide replied, “I know, but I figured you should learn the lay of the land somehow. Besides…” He paused as he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Apple Bloom. As she took it, she was surprised to see that it was a map. Ironhide continued, “…This should help. I hope you know how to ride a bike.”

Before Apple Bloom could reply, Wheeljack entered the kitchen, strutting towards the table. He then belted out, “And the fun has arrived! Good morning everybody.” Ironhide rolled his eyes and replied, “Good morning to you too Wheeljack.” Apple Bloom simply gave him a look of annoyance and asked, “So, what are you up to today?” He replied, “Well I’ll be tearing apart an old helicopter. I hear you will be the errand girl.” Apple Bloom hesitated on her response before she gave a cheeky reply. “At least it’ll give me some peace an’ quiet.”

“Did Wheeljack pull the cymbal on you?” Ironhide asked as he handed Wheeljack a cup of coffee. The mechanic simply let out a gentle chuckle as he replied, “Hey, I didn’t know she’d be awake.” Apple Bloom then asked, “So does he do that thing often?” Chromia, setting a plate of breakfast at the table, replied, “He does. Monkey wrench here has a habit of acting like an idiot after a night at the bar.” Apple Bloom found herself spitting the orange juice out of her mouth as Chromia said the word “bar.” Wheeljack replied, “Hey I didn’t get drunk.” Ironhide, bringing another plate of food to the table, scolded his friend. “What have I told you about drinking on a work night?” Wheeljack sighed and replied, “To not do it?” “Exactly.” Ironhide replied. “I don’t want you being buzzed while working. You’re clocking in two hours late and I’m docking those hours pay.” Wheeljack simply sighed in resignation as he answered, “Yes boss.”

Apple Bloom then realized something was off; Ratchet wasn’t there. “Hey Uncle Ironhide, where’s Ratchet?” She asked. Ironhide replied, “He doesn’t live on the property like Wheeljack and us. He’ll be here in an hour or so.” Apple Bloom silently nodded and resumed eating her breakfast. As she took a bite from a piece of toast, she heard the sound of a door opening. Ironhide faced the direction of the sound and replied, “Sounds like Ratchet is early.” He then rose from the table and, finishing his toast and coffee, faced Apple Bloom and ordered, “When you finish, Wheeljack will show you where the broom and dust pan are. You’ll then start sweeping the store front, understand?” Apple Bloom nodded yes and answered, “Yes sir.” Ironhide nodded back and left to deal with Ratchet.

Wheeljack finished his breakfast and began to rise, only for Chromia to stop him as she said, “Would you kindly clean up? I have three cars I need to fix up and Apple Bloom should start pretty soon, and I think your chopper can wait.” Wheeljack was about to protest, but the cheeky smile from Apple Bloom let him know he wouldn’t be weaseling his way out of this. He then sarcastically replied, “Ok mom.” Apple Bloom then walked up to Wheeljack and said, “Thanks.” The older mechanic simply replied, “Don’t mention it kid.” He then gave her a knowing wink as she and Chromia left the kitchen to start their day.

Sweeping and cleaning had been things Apple Bloom had done as regular chores back at the farm, so it was really no trouble for her to do here at the shop. What had begun to settle in was the tedium of doing it. Even though someone would enter the shop every now and then, they would often be taken to the garage by Chromia or the scrap yard by Wheeljack as quickly as they arrived. This left Apple Bloom with a lot of time to think.

Once again, she was reminded by what she had done. How she had allowed her jealousy of Sunset Shimmer to get the better of her sense of judgment, rope Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo into her half-baked plan, and how she got all three of them in serious trouble. Then her mind wandered over to the last time they were together, before she was sent over here and Sweetie Belle let it slip that she would be going to, of all places, Wales. It was then that Apple Bloom remembered what she had said to her friends, what they had said back, and what had happened as tensions reached the boiling point.

“No. Don’t think about that anymore!” Apple Bloom said to herself as she shook her head. “Ain’t no point in worryin’ about them!” she shouted to herself. This caught the attention of Chromia, who entered the shop from the garage. She then asked, “Apple Bloom, is everything ok?” Apple Bloom replied, “Sorry, guess I just had somethin’ on mah mind.” Chromia walked over to her and reassured her, “It’s ok. If you ever need to talk, I’m always available, ok?” “Thanks.” Apple Bloom replied as she instinctively wrapped her arms around Chromia in a hug, which was reciprocated by the older woman.

Ironhide then entered the shop and complimented his new employee. “Well, only half a day and the shop is still standing.” He said warmly. “Good job kid.” Apple Bloom replied, “Thanks Uncle Ironhide.” Ironhide then asked, “So, you ready to run an errand?” Apple Bloom replied, “Yes sir!” Ironhide let out a gentle laugh as he replied, “Hey kid, this isn’t an FOB.” Chromia then joined in the conversation as she said, “I’ll go get the bike.” As she left, Ironhide asked, “You do know how to ride a bike, right?” “Yup.” Apple Bloom answered. “Ah know how to ride a bike.” Ironhide continued, “Good, cause we don’t have any training wheels.”

As Ironhide and Apple Bloom exited the shop, Chromia brought out a plain red bicycle. She then began to speak, “Here you go Apple Bloom. She’s not much of a looker but she’ll take you far.” Ironhide then asked, “You got that map I gave you?” Apple Bloom replied, “You bet.” Ironhide then ruffled her hair as he continued, “Ok, now you’ll need these.” He then pulled several envelopes from the front pocket on his overalls. “These are some letters for a few friends in town. I’d normally take the van and drop these off but I figured you should get yourself familiar with town.” Chromia then added, “That and someone needs to keep Wheeljack from cutting himself with the saw again.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start laughing at the idea of Wheeljack hurting himself.

Ironhide then said, “Oh, I almost forgot.” He then ran back into the store and returned with a helmet. “You’ll probably need this. Hopefully it’s not too big for you.” He said as he gave Apple Bloom the helmet. The young girl thanked her honorary uncle. “Thanks Uncle Ironhide.” Ironhide then finished, “Alright, now just make sure you’re home by night fall and no loitering.” As Apple Bloom strapped the helmet on her head, she replied, “Ah won’t let you down sir.” She then placed the envelopes in the bike’s basket and mounted it. As she began to pedal away, she could hear Chromia call out, “Good luck sweetie.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but love the way Allspark Wells appeared. The town was by no means as large as Canterlot City, but it was still a moderately sized town. Though no building was as high as one of Canterlot’s skyscrapers, several buildings were clearly at least five stories high and many were made of the same yellow-gold metal. All in all, if it weren’t for her current predicament, she would have considered this the perfect place to go for a relaxing vacation.

It was on her right that Apple Bloom noticed her first destination; Brawn’s Boxing. “This seems to be the place.” Apple Bloom said as she parked the bike and take off her helmet. She then pulled the envelope addressed to Brawn from the basket. Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom told herself, “Ok, time for first impressions.” She then proceeded to walk up to the door and entered.

Apple Bloom hadn’t ever seen an actual boxing ring in person, but what she was seeing pretty much reminded her of one of Scootaloo’s favorite movies. There was the ring (obvious), several lights that were flickering, and of course, two men in the ring being coached by an older gentleman. “Come on, put your backs into it!” the older man said as he noticed he had a new visitor. He then sternly asked, “Shouldn’t you be in school kid?” Apple Bloom hesitated before she nervously answered, “Uh, actually Ah’m here to give you somethin’ from mah Uncle Ironhide.”

“Uncle Ironhide?” The man asked as he walked up to Apple Bloom. He had gray skin and hair, blue eyes, and wore a green sweatshirt and pants with yellow accents. The way he walked up to her made Apple Bloom’s blood freeze up. She then handed the envelope to the man and asked, “You Brawn?” The man took the envelope and replied, “Yeah. You the kid Ironhide took in?” Apple Bloom nodded nervously. Brawn then began to inspect the envelope, even sniffing it. He then sarcastically asked, “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Apple Bloom figured she wasn’t welcome any longer and quickly made her way out of the building. As she left however, she turned to see Brawn hadn’t even opened the envelope yet. What was worse was the fact he was eyeing her, practically seething annoyance. Feeling nervous, Apple Bloom quickly darted out and back to her bike.

Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom said to herself, “Well, one down and…” She pulled the list of deliveries out and realized that she still had seven other stops to make. “…Seven to go.” She finished with a defeated sigh.

It seemed that no matter where she went in town, Apple Bloom was being watched by just about everyone. The man who ran the local swimming pool, an odd fellow by the name of Seaspray, despite putting up a friendlier mask than Brawn, simply took his package and walked away. Another, the local radio DJ named Blaster, also gave Apple Bloom the stink eye as well as inspecting his envelope, making sure his hadn’t been opened. It was as if they thought she’d opened all the envelopes.

Still, Apple Bloom had one last delivery to make. Pulling the envelope out of the basket, she found that it was addressed to someone named “Blackout,” and the address on it was marked on her map at the location of an electronics shop. “Well, let’s just get this over with.” She said to herself as she steeled herself and began to pedal towards the final destination. After about five minutes, Apple Bloom arrived at her destination; a shop at the edge of a small shopping center called Soundwave’s Electronics. “Alright. One more stop, then its back to the chop shop.” Apple Bloom said to herself as she parked the bike and pulled the final envelope out of the basket and undid her helmet. She then began to approach the shop, hoping that this Blackout guy wouldn’t be as harsh as everyone else.

Once she entered the shop, she was immediately greeted by deep yet smooth voice call out, “Welcome to Soundwave’s Electronics. What can I do for you today?” Apple Bloom found herself scared stiff by this intimidating voice. It was then that a man in a blue-gray suit and a great big gray stepped forward towards her. As Apple Bloom found herself too nervous to talk, The man asked, “You know how to speak kid?” Apple Bloom replied, “Y-y-you Blackout?” The man let out a somewhat chilling chuckle as he replied, “Well my name certainly isn’t Grindor.”

Apple Bloom then handed Blackout the envelope. Blackout took it and began to inspect it. He then said, “Ah, these must be the wires I asked for.” He then began to walk towards his computer as Apple Bloom began to inspect the shop. All around the shop were computers, monitors, and other electronic devices, though these were in pristine condition. As she continued, to look Apple Bloom found her eyes attracted to the monitor at the cash register. Before she could figure out what it said, she heard Blackout call out, “Hey, keep your eyes off the computer!” Apple Bloom nervously replied, “Sorry Mr. Blackout!” Blackout then replied, “Sorry for snapping kid, but I can’t let just anybody see all my secrets.”

That sentence began to eat away at Apple Bloom. It was as if he knew about everything she’d done. Desperate to think of anything else, she began to eye the clock as she said, “Look at the time. Ah better get going.” She then began to quickly walk out of the shop, but not before Blackout gave a very ominous, “Keep your nose out of trouble kid.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t understand something. She had never met Blackout before, and yet he seemed to know enough about her to push the right buttons. Calling her out for barely snooping, mentioning secrets, and even telling her to “keep her nose out of trouble”, it was almost as if…..

From behind her, Apple Bloom heard the sound of a police car. Turning her head, she found she was indeed being followed by a police car. Starting to panic, she pulled over to the side of the road and rose from the bike. “Oh no.” she said to herself, wondering if she had unintentionally broken some sort of law.

It was then that two police officers emerged from the police car. One of the officers, an intimidating man with graying hair, began to walk up to her. He then began to speak. “Well well well.” He began in an intimidating tone. “Looks like we found you at last.” Apple Bloom gulped, scared that she was going to be arrested. The other police officer, a man with red hair and blue eyes, ran up to him and called out, “Barricade! Leave her alone right now!” Barricade turned to face his partner and replied, “Give me a minute Prowl. I need to let Apple Bloom here know something.”

Apple Bloom was terrified, especially now that she realized this Barricade guy knew her name. Barricade then turned back and knelt down to her and said, “I’ll make this quick kid. Allspark Wells is a pretty close knit town, so you won’t be able to hide behind any anonymity. Do I make myself clear?” Apple Bloom nodded very quickly, making her stance very clear. Barricade then stood up and replied, “Very good. Have a good day Apple Bloom.” He then began to walk back to the police car and said, “We’re done here Prowl. Back to work.”

Prowl, however, ran up to the now relieved Apple Bloom and apologized to her. “Sorry about Barricade. He’s a bit theatrical, and doesn’t take delinquents well. I’ll keep him off your back, provided you stay out of trouble.” Apple Bloom nodded and simply replied, “Thank you officer.” “Name’s Prowl.” Prowl replied as he extended his hand. As Apple Bloom shook his hand, Barricade called out, “Prowl! We gotta get movin’!” Prowl called back, “Coming!” He then gave a knowing nod to Apple Bloom as he returned to join his partner.

As the police car pulled away, Apple Bloom began to think about what the officer, as well as the others had said to her that day. Brawn had made it clear that he was very suspicious of her, Blackout had tried to hide his computer from her and said something about keeping herself out of trouble, and Officer Barricade had said she wouldn’t have any anonymity. Why was everyone being so…..

Then it hit her. Apple Bloom realized why everyone was so suspicious and borderline hostile of her. It may have been a bit of a far out idea, but as she began to realize it, she began to break down into tears.

They knew what she’d done.

“Here you go.” Ironhide said as he handed the collection of nuts and bolts to Lugnut. “I managed to find these off that helicopter we got. Hope you can find a good use for them.” Lugnut replied, “Thanks Ironhide. These will be perfect for my new gauntlet.” As the larger man began to leave, he was surprised to see a young red haired girl storm into the shop and straight to the back door. “Whoa.” Lugnut said as Apple Bloom moved forward. “Who’s that?”

Ironhide, however, realized that Apple Bloom was sniffling and had a few visible tears on her face. He then said, “Something’s wrong.” Ironhide then turned to Lugnut and said, “You better get home. I’ll deal with this.” Though any other person would stick around to try and find out what was going on, Lugnut, being the obiedient type, simply nodded and exited the store. With that, Ironhide walked up to the door and swapped the “open” sign with a “closed” one and followed after Apple Bloom.

Once she made it back to her room, Apple Bloom broke down completely. She threw herself onto her bed and curled into a ball, belting her eyes out. She couldn’t believe it, but somehow the whole town had found out what she had done. This could only mean that someone told everybody. In her despair, she figured that Chromia wouldn’t have done it, since she was simply too nice to do something that cruel. However, that left Ironhide, Ratchet, and Wheeljack, and any one of them could have told somebody. After all, Apple Bloom knew how well rumors spread.

As she continued to cry, Apple Bloom heard Ironhide’s voice gently ask her, “Apple Bloom, you ok?” Apple Bloom rose to face her honorary uncle and angrily ask, “Did you tell them?” “What?” Ironhide asked defensively. “What’s going on?” Apple Bloom then shouted, “All day Ah’ve been goin’ around town and had everybody from Brawn to Blackout insultin’ me about Anon-A-Miss! Ah even had a COP say he knew about it!” The tears continued to pour as Apple Bloom asked, “Why did you tell everybody?”

“I didn’t tell anybody!” Ironhide defensively replied. “Do you really think I’d tell them about what you did?” Apple Bloom didn’t know how to react, and simply replied, “Ah don’t know. Ah just know someone did.” Ironhide began to think out loud. “Well the only people who know around here that I know of are you, me, Chromia, Ratchet, and Wheel…..” It was then that something clicked in Ironhide’s head. He then walked up to Apple Bloom and said, “I think I know what happened. I need you to stay up here for a minute, ‘cause I gotta use some nasty words.” He then gave Apple Bloom a brief hug and left her room. Apple Bloom simply crawled into bed and continued to cry.

“WHEELJACK!” Ironhide furiously shouted as his face turned a crimson red. Of course that idiot had to have blabbered. Wheeljack stopped working on the engine before him as he turned to face Ironhide. “Ironhide, what’s going on?” Wheeljack asked as he took off his mask. Ironhide angrily shouted, “What in the blue FUCK were you thinking?!” As Wheeljack began to nervously step back, he replied, “What? What the hell are you talking about?” Ironhide replied, “Apple Bloom has been accosted by everyone from Brawn to Barricade today. Turns out they know about her and what she’s done!” He then took a deep breath and asked, “You didn’t happen to speak to them last night at the bar did you?” Wheeljack answered, “Well yeah, I mean we had a beer or two and…”

It was then that he realized what he had just admitted. “Oh, shit!” Wheeljack said everything clicked in his head. Ironhide replied, “Well Shit indeed! I offered to take Apple Bloom in so she could have a fresh start, but now the whole damn town knows! Everyone knows what she did and will hold it against her! You made everything worse you DUMBASS!” As Ironhide realized he was losing his temper, he took a deep breath. “Sorry, but you really screwed her over.” He then began to walk away, but stopped and turned to face Wheeljack and demand, “You’re coming with me. You’re going to apologize to her right fucking now!” Wheeljack sighed and replied, “Ok, let’s go.”

After a few minutes, Apple Bloom managed to calm down a bit to the point where she wasn’t crying uncontrollably. Tears were still pouring out of her eyes, but she had managed to regain some of her composure. She then began to speak to herself. “Well, Ah suppose they’d find out eventually.” After all, that’s just how everything seemed to work. She gave in to her jealousy, and she ruined everybody’s lives. Why wouldn’t people give her crap, even if they barely knew her? She deserved it after all.

It was then that Ironhide and Wheeljack, the latter having a guilty expression on her face, entered her room. Ironhide began to speak. “Apple Bloom, Wheeljack has something he wants to say to you.” He then glared at Wheeljack and menacingly asked, “Don’t you?” Wheeljack and began to speak. “Hey kid. Last night I may have let it slide that you were staying here and…” He took a deep breath before quickly blurting out, “… everything that you did as Anon-A-Miss.”

Apple Bloom’s sorrow turned to anger. “You JERK!” Apple Bloom shouted as she stomped over to Wheeljack. “You ruined my life!” She shouted again. Wheeljack tried to defend himself, saying, “Hey, it’s not my fault you somehow got your principal’s bail post!” Ironhide then stepped in between the two and said, “That’s enough!” He first faced Apple Bloom and said, “I’m sorry about Wheeljack gabbing, but he does have a point.” As Apple Bloom sighed in resignation as she looked away in shame, Ironhide faced Wheeljack as he continued, “But that doesn’t excuse you for stabbing her in the back!”

Ironhide then took a deep breath as he began to speak to both Apple Bloom and Wheeljack. “Look, you two are gonna be living under this roof, so you two better find a reason to not tear each other apart.” Wheeljack took a deep breath as he said, “I’m sorry Apple Bloom. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Apple Bloom replied, “Sorry for explodin’ at you. Guess everybody had to find out sometime.” Ironhide then said, “Ok. As much as Apple Bloom is here as punishment, I think she deserves tomorrow off.” He turned to Wheeljack and said, “YOU are going to be doing her chores as well as your own duties tomorrow AND I’m docking your pay.” Wheeljack nodded as he replied, “Yes sir.”

Ironhide then turned to Apple Bloom and rested a hand on her shoulder as he gently said, “I’m gonna go fix dinner. I’m sorry things had to turn out this way.” He then left the room, but not before glaring at Wheeljack. Wheeljack then said, “Kid, I’m so sorry. If there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know, ok?” Apple Bloom simply replied, “Ok.” Wheeljack then left, leaving Apple Bloom alone with her thoughts.

So everyone in Allspark Wells knew what she’d done AND she was now angry with one of her co-workers. “Ah should have figured.” Apple Bloom said to herself. Still, she couldn’t help but find what had happened somewhat poetic. After all, she had exposed the personal secrets of so many people, it made sense that she’d have her secret revealed to an equally large amount of people.

The irony was so obvious that she couldn’t help but start laughing. True, she was still angry at Wheeljack and herself, but she figured that he could eventually redeem himself. And if he could earn her forgiveness, she could earn the forgiveness of everybody else. Maybe even Applejack would eventually forgive her. The thought of Applejack forgiving her helped put a smile back on Apple Bloom’s face, and the optimism from earlier returned to her. She then said to herself, “Ah think tomorrow’s gonna be a good day.”

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom spends some quality time with Chromia

and yes, we have more transformer characters.

Girls' Day Out

As the sun began to rise over the horizon, far off roosters began to caw in the distance. Once again, morning had arrived to the small town of Allspark Wells as well as its many inhabitants. One of these individuals was the young Apple Bloom, who was now rising from bed, letting out a mildly loud yawn. However, unlike the day before, she didn’t want to get up, and had to force herself up.

The previous day had been… unpleasant to say the least. Though it had started out well as she swept and cleaned the chop-shop, it had taken a horrible turn when she began delivering packages to the residents. It was then that she learned, the hard way, that Wheeljack had blabbered the night before, letting it spill that she had been sent to Allspark Wells as punishment for masterminding the Anon-A-Miss incident. This meant that Apple Bloom was hounded by everyone she ran into. This said nothing about how she reacted when Wheeljack confessed.

Still, Apple Bloom knew she had to get ready for whatever Uncle Ironhide had in store for her. “Alright.” She said to herself. “Time to see what’s in the apple.”

“Good Morning Apple Bloom.” Chromia said as Apple Bloom made her way down the stair well. The young farmhand had bags under her eyes, and despite her attempts to hide it, her hair was slightly unkempt. Chromia asked, “Sleep well?”

“’Bout as well as ya can when you’ve painted a big ol’ bulls eye on your back.” Apple Bloom replied dejectedly replied. “Ah didn’t sleep too well.” Apple Bloom then proceeded to make her way to the pantry and pull out a box of cereal and two pieces of toast. She then trudged over to the toaster and set the toast inside.

As Apple Bloom began to pour the cereal in a bowl, Chromia asked, “So, I hear Ironhide decided to give you the day off, right?” Apple Bloom simply nodded yes. Chromia continued, “So I take it you don’t have any particular plans then, right?”

Apple Bloom began to pour herself a glass of apple juice when she realized that she, in fact, did not have any plans for the day ahead. “Ah guess not.” She answered the older woman. “Ah guess Ah would just dust the place up or take a look around here, get familiar with the place, ya know?”

As the toast popped out of the toaster, Chromia slammed her fist on the table. “Oh no you don’t young lady.” She said, not quite yelling but hardly shouting. Apple Bloom found herself instinctively scooting back, somewhat terrified of seeing Chromia this angry. “Sorry hun.” The older woman apologized. “But I just can’t allow you to coop yourself up here. I mean, you gotta be able to live a little.”

After a few more moments, Chromia snapped her fingers with as she came up with an idea. “I got it!” she said out loud. “Why don’t I take you around town and get you a little more aquainted?”

Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment as she replied, “You sure? ‘Cause Ah don’t wanna get you in trouble for associatin’ with me.” As she began to walk over to the toaster, she was interrupted by Chromia saying, “Don’t worry. I know that several of the others aren’t exactly fond of you yet, but I won’t let them treat you like, well….”

“Horse shit?” Apple Bloom replied in a deadpan manner. Chromia gave her young ward a disappointed look as she continued, “I was going to say an outcast, but I think that put it in a better, if more inappropriate way.” Apple Bloom sighed as she apologized, “Sorry ma’am.” Chromia let out a gentle laugh as she replied, “It’s ok hon. In fact, I think that was a little funny.” Both women began to laugh before Chromia continued, “Now, After we finish breakfast, I think I know how to start.”

After breakfast (as well as a little gentle teasing at a very busy Wheeljack), Apple Bloom and Chromia left the chop-shop in Ironhide’s van. Apple Bloom was impressed with the vehicle, a red van with gold stripes that Chromia said was, “an import.” However, any sensation of curiosity she had about the van vanished as they pulled up to a small store in a shopping center called Inky Rose’s Clothing Outlet. “Uh, Aunt Chromia?” Apple Bloom asked. “What are we doin’ here?”

Chromia answered, “Well for one, I think I know someone who won’t be outright hostile towards you.” She then began to cheekily eye her young ward and replied, “And for another, I think we should get you some proper clothes, something to help you look less like a farmer and more like a scrapper.” Apple Bloom pondered what her honorary aunt said as she continued, “Sorry, what I meant was we need to find you some clothes that you’ll be able to wear when working with scrap metal, oil, and other gunk.”

“Ah guess when ya put it that way, it makes a little sense.” Apple Bloom replied. “So, do Ah need to pay you back for…” she was interrupted by Chromia placing a finger to her lips. The older woman then interrupted her as she began to speak. “Apple Bloom, I know you’ve made a few bad choices, but I think you’ve been put through the ringer lately. Consider this my gift to you.”

Apple Bloom could hardly believe it. While part of her felt this was too good to be true, here was someone who was being kind to her in spite of what she had done. Overcome with emotion, she wrapped her hands around Chromia as she started to sniffle. “Thanks Aunt Chromia.” Apple Bloom said as she found her eyes watering. Chromia returned the hug as she replied, “No problem hun. Now, let’s get you looking like a scrapper.”

The inside of the clothing store was a sight to behold. Despite a seemingly small exterior, the store was a deep cavern of rows and rows of every kind of clothing imaginable. There were shirts, skirts, pants, shorts, and just about every sort of footwear Apple Bloom could imagine. “Whoa.” The young girl said in amazement. “This place is amazin’!”

“I do aim to please.” A new, unfamiliar voice said from behind Apple Bloom and Chromia. Apple Bloom turned to see a pale purple woman with purple braided pig tails and wearing a gray shirt and black over shirt with spider web accents. “Welcome to my humble business.” The woman greeted as she noticed who was with her. “Chromia, darling, what brings you hear today?” she then wrapped Chromia in a warm embrace, which was recriprocated by the latter.

“Good to see you Inky Rose.” Chromia said as she released Inky Rose from her hug. “I’m here to help Apple Bloom find some new clothes for the chop shop.” As Inky Rose began to inspect Apple Bloom (much to her embarrassment), she began to speak. “Oh my, I’ve heard a fair bit about you.” Apple Bloom began to back away in shame as Inky Rose began to….. laugh?

“What’s so funny?” Apple Bloom angrily asked. As Inky Rose began to calm down, the older woman answered, “Sorry, but you don’t look like the kind of person who could cause all that mayhem.” Apple Bloom simply sighed and looked away in shame. Inky Rose then stepped forward and explained, “What I mean to say was that when I heard you caused all that mischief, I was actually kind of impressed. I mean, if I could have done that when I was your age then I’d have the whole world in the palm of my hands.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but join in the giggling as she replied, “Ah gotta admit, it was kinda fun.”

After both Inky Rose and Apple Bloom calmed down, the former then asked, “So, what are you looking for?” Apple Bloom replied, “Ah need somethin’ for dealin’ with everythin’ at Ironhide’s.” Inky Rose paused for a moment, scratching her chin as she began to think. “Hm….” She said, leaving Apple Bloom somewhat nervous as to what she had in mind.

After a few more moments, Inky Rose snapped her fingers as she called out, “I’ve got it!” she then faced Apple Bloom as she ordered, “Follow me dear.” Apple Bloom turned to Chromia for advice, but the older woman simply gave her an affirming nod. Taking a deep breath, she decided to follow Inky Rose down one of the aisles.

As Apple Bloom and Inky Rose walked down the row of clothing, the latter asked, “So, knowing what Ironhide gets up to, I’m thinking for you, either a jumpsuit or overalls. Which do you prefer?” Apple Bloom took the options in consideration. While she toyed with the idea of a jumpsuit like Wheeljack, she just couldn’t pass up overalls. After all, not only did Ironhide and Chromia prefer them, but they kind of reminded her of being back home with her family.

Having made up her decision, Apple Bloom replied, “Ah’d prefer overalls.” Inky Rose replied, “So we going to stay country are we? Excellent choice.” She then brought Apple Bloom to a rack full of overalls in every color of the rainbow. Apple Bloom began to inspect all the colors, but couldn’t help but find the classic blue the best choice. “Ah think Ah like these.” Apple Bloom said as she managed to find a group of medium blue overalls in her size.

Inky Rose inspected the overalls and remarked, “Good choice. The color suits you. Now…” she trailed off as she rose to her tiptoes to peek over to another aisle. As Apple Bloom began to look in curiosity at Inky Rose, the older woman replied, “….we need to get you some shirts.” She then began to lead the young girl with her towards another aisle.

The peace and quiet of the store would put come off to many as somewhat unsettling, but to Chromia it was perfect music to her ears. She had never been one for crowds or dealing with too many people at once. After all, that was part of why she loved living in a relatively small town like Allspark Wells. But even then, she still found dealing with crowds annoying at best and horribly stressful at worst. Normally, she wouldn’t go anywhere with Ironhide since he often helped keep her grounded, but not only was Ironhide busy today, but she knew Apple Bloom needed just a little positivity after a horrible first impression of town.

Now that she thought about it, it had been a while since she and Inky Rose had disappeared into the endless rows of clothing. “Oh my, I hope she isn’t lost in that labyrinth.”

“We ain’t lost.” Apple Bloom’s voice rang out from one of the distant aisles. Inky Rose emerged first. She then struck a dramatic pose as she began to speak, “Introducing the new and improved APPLE BLOOM!” As Apple Bloom emerged, Chromia was amazed by how well she had chosen her new wardrobe.

Rather that the green shirt with jeans and yellow gumboots she had entered in, Apple Bloom now sported a set of medium blue overalls, an orange plaid shirt, and a set of lace up black boots. Apple Bloom began to rotate herself, showing off how well her choice had suited her as she said, “Ah figured Ah’d use you and Uncle Ironhide as a little inspiration.” Chromia felt humbled as she replied, “Well, I’m flattered.”

Inky Rose then remarked, “Personally I’d have suggested a little more black but….” Apple Bloom immediately quipped, “You said you prefer everythin’ black.” Inky Rose simply shrugged as she replied, “True, I do have a preference for darkness.” She then turned to Chromia and said, “Now all we have to do is get everything sorted out.” Chromia replied, “Alright then.”

As Chromia and Inky Rose made their way to the cash register to begin paying, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel like a different person. True, not much had changed other than her outfit, but suddenly she felt less like a farmer and a little more like a mechanic.

And she liked how that felt.

Apple Bloom was impressed as she and Chromia entered the hair salon. Though hardly as extravagant as any of the places Rarity had shown her, it was still a moderately sized facility with at least ten seats for getting one’s hair cut and several sinks for hair washing. With the light red wall paper and posters of movies and sports teams, the place gave a sense of warmth and belonging to just about everybody who entered.

Everybody except Chromia. In truth, she didn’t have anything against the décor or the staff (She herself was a friend of Razor Edge).

What had Chromia on edge was the fact that the place was crowded today. At least five of the seats were filled with people getting their hair treated, and several others were waiting. Taking a nervous breath, Chromia turned to Apple Bloom and said, “They look kinda busy. Maybe we should come back later.” “Ya sure?” Apple Bloom asked, noticing that Chromia was starting to turn pale and generally looked uncomfortable.

Before Chromia could come up with a reply, the two were greeted by a woman’s voice calling out, “Chromia, is that you?” Chromia turned to see a blue woman with cropped, bright scarlet hair. “My, I haven’t seen you in ages!” The woman said warmly as she began the motions to hug Chromia, but stopped herself as she noticed the latter had grown pale.

The woman then noticed Apple Bloom and asked, “So, who’s your friend?” “Ah’m Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom nervously greeted as she extended her hand. The woman gave Apple Bloom a curious look, making the young girl take a nervous gulp. Her fears were quickly quashed as the woman wrapped her in a massive hug.

“My just look at you.” The woman said as she began to squeal. “You’re just so adorable.” “Thank you?” Apple Bloom replied, confused as to why she was being hugged. The woman then released Apple Bloom and began to speak again. “Sorry about that, but I’m a hugger. Name’s Razor Edge.” She then faced Chromia and asked, “So she’s the little troublemaker you and Ironhide took in?” As Apple Bloom began to shamefully look over her shoulder, Chromia interrupted. “Hey Razor Edge, that’s kind of a sour topic right now.”

“Oh ok.” Razor Edge answered. She then asked, “So, haircut for you two?” Chromia, starting to feel claustrophobic, answered, “Just Apple Bloom here, and whatever she wants.” She then leaned in towards Razor Edge’s ear and whispered, “She had a bad day yesterday.” Razor Edge nodded and turned to face Apple bloom as she said, “Alright, come with me young lady.” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment, turning to face a still troubled Chromia. The older woman said, “Go on hun. I’ll be right outside.” Apple Bloom simply nodded and followed Razor Edge to one of the empty seats.

Once Apple Bloom had been moved to one of the seats, Razor Edge asked, “So, what shall we do today? Just a touch up or something new?” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment before her eyes drifted down to her new boots. Seeing them gave her a somewhat radical idea.

“Ah think Ah’ll go for somethin’ different.” Apple Bloom said confidently as she did something she thought she’d never do; she undid the pink bow on the back of her head.

“Alrighty then, new hairstyle it is!” Razor Edge said as she reached for one of the drawers and pulled out a small booklet. She then handed the booklet to Apple Bloom and said, “Ok, now we just need to decide a style.” Apple Bloom took the booklet and began to inspect it. each page had a different hair style, ranging from ponytails to buzz cuts. For a few moments she didn’t know if she found any she liked, but near the back she found a style that caught her attention.

“Ah think Ah like this one.” Apple Bloom said as she turned to Razor Edge. The older woman noticed which one she had picked and, after making a few glances between Apple Bloom and the picture before remarking, “Perfect choice kid.”

Chromia took a deep breath as she watched the odd car pass by and birds fly overhead. As much as she was friends with Razor Edge, she just couldn’t stand being somewhere that crowded. It had always been a problem, and if it weren’t for Ironhide, then she’d probably never even have enough stomach to even deal with more than five people. Still, she felt that Apple Bloom deserved to see that Allspark Wells was more than the poor first impression it gave her.

“Oh Chromia!” Razor Edge called out. Chromia turned to see Chromia standing in the door. As Chromia stepped towards her friend, Razor Edge continued, “You’re gonna love this.”

It was then that Apple Bloom walked up to Chromia and Razor Edge, her old hairstyle replaced by braided pigtails. What was even more surprising was that her bow had been replaced with two smaller bows, one at the end of each of her hair strands.

“Apple Bloom, you look so adorable!” Chromia said as she walked up to her young ward and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Apple Bloom replied, “Yeah, Ah figured Ah should try somethin’ a little different.”

Chromia then released Apple Bloom and asked, “So Razor Edge, how much do I owe you?” Razor Edge replied, “Twenty dollars. All we need to do now is to get everything settled.”

Chromia gulped as she looked back into the hair salon and noticed that it was still rather crowded. Razor Edge noticed Chromia’s nervousness (as well as her growing somewhat paler) and said, “Well I think we could just do everything out here.”

As Chromia paid Razor Edge, Apple Bloom noticed Chromia’s uncomfortableness regarding being anywhere even remotely crowded, and felt something was wrong. However, she decided she would find out at lunch.

As Apple Bloom and Chromia entered the diner, they were greeted by a young man in a pink-red outfit with yellow flame accents behind the counter. “Hello there, welcome to Hot Rod’s!” The man greeted as he noticed Apple Bloom. “So you’re the kid I’ve heard so much about.” Apple Bloom simply nodded as the man continued, “Well luckily for all of us things are pretty open here, so you won’t find much anyone here doesn’t already know.”

As Apple Bloom began to look away in shame, Chromia sternly replied, “Not now Hot Rod.” Hot Rod simply let out a sigh and asked, “So, table for two?” Chromia turned to Apple Bloom and asked, “Which would you prefer?”

Apple Bloom replied, “Ah’m good with whichever works for you.” As Chromia nodded in agreement, Hot Rod spoke up, “Booth it is then. If you two will follow me...”

Apple Bloom and Chromia followed Hot Rod to a two person booth. As they sat down, Hot Rod pulled out two menus and continued, “Here you two go. Wing Dagger will take your orders when you guys are ready.” “Thank you.” Chromia thanked Hot Rod as he returned to the front of the restaurant.

Once Hot Rod was gone, Apple Bloom asked, “Chromia, can Ah ask a dumb question?” “There are no such things as dumb questions.” Chromia replied. Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom asked, “Ah noticed you were very nervous at the hair salon. Somethin’ worryin’ ya?”

Chromia took a deep breath of her own and began to explain. “I guess the best way to put it would be that I just don’t really do well with crowds.” Taking a moment to look around, making sure there weren’t too many other people in the restaurant, continued. “I’ve never really been comfortable with crowds and being too close to too many people.” She let out a nervous laugh as she continued, “In fact when I was a little girl I didn’t have many friends because I actually used to have panic attacks when I was in school because I couldn’t stand being in class. I guess having so many eyes watching me made me too afraid to screw up or fail.”

Apple Bloom may not have known what medical term she was describing, but she knew that Chromia had the same issue her sister’s friend Fluttershy used to have. It was then that Chromia continued, “Well, that was until I met Ironhide. He helped me deal with crowds, or least when I absolutely had to, and he’s thoughtful enough to know when I just need some time alone.” She then leaned towards Apple Bloom and quipped, “Besides, I’ve known some junkers that are friendlier than many people.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but begin to giggle.

It was then that Apple Bloom realized something. “Wait, so does that mean that when you stepped out at the hair salon that was because…” Chromia interrupted as she explained, “Yeah, I still have some trouble with crowds.” Apple Bloom then asked, “So, then why did ya take me out today if bein’ around too many people makes you feel so uncomfortable?”

Chromia gently placed her hand on Apple Bloom’s shoulder as she answered, “I figured that you needed a good day more than I needed the peace and quiet.”

It was then that Apple Bloom realized how much Chromia cared about her. She was willing to risk a panic attack, or at least the intense stress of crowds for her. Apple Bloom could only reply by answering, “Thanks Aunt Chromia.” “You’re welcome sweety.” Chromia replied.

“KABLAM!” A loud male voice called from the entrance. Apple Bloom and Chromia turned to see a large red man in a red outfit strut into the restaurant as he bellowed out, “I am one hungry BAMMING Man!” As Apple Bloom found herself covering her ears due to his loud shouting, Chromia shouted, “Warpath! Can’t you keep quiet for thirty seconds!?” Warpath shrugged as he replied, “Sorry, but you can’t keep this much ZOWEE power contained.”

Hot Rod then replied, “Ok Warpath, either keep it down or I’m throwing you out.” Warpath stopped himself and meekly replied, “Ok.” Apple Bloom and Chromia couldn’t help but begin laughing. As they continued, another man, this one in a yellow shirt, came up to them and asked, “So, what can I get you two to drink?”

“I’ll take a water.” Chromia replied. Apple Bloom answered, “Ah’ll take a cola sir.” Hot Shot replied, “Very well. I’ll be right back.” He then made his way to the soda fountain and began pouring the drinks.

Chromia then realized she forgot something and said, “Oh Apple Bloom, I need to pick something up for Ironhide, so I hope you don’t mind a little detour.” “Ah don’t mind.” Apple Bloom replied. Chromia then said, “Thanks. I promise it’ll be quick.”

Hot Shot then returned with a tray holding Apple Bloom and Chromia’s drinks. However, as he made his way up to them, he was startled by Warpath shouting, “The pizza burgers are back? KABLAM!” Chromia and Apple Bloom, both now covered in water and cola, could only sigh and groan, “Warpath.”

“Oh Knockout!” Chromia called out as she and Apple Bloom entered his shop. Apple Bloom was surprised to see that it was an auto shop not unlike her uncle’s garage. It was then that two men, one pale with scarlet hair and in a red mechanic’s suit and another red in a blue suit, stepped forward.

The man in red spoke first. “Ah, Chromia, what brings you down here?” Chromia replied, “I just stopped by to pick up something for Ironhide.” She then turned to Apple Bloom and introduced the men before them. “Apple Bloom, this is Knockout and Breakdown.”

Knockout made his way to Apple Bloom and extended his hand as he said, “It’s nice to meet you kid.” Apple Bloom shook his hand and replied, “Thanks.” Knockout then quipped, “I’d make a joke about what I’ve heard about you, but who am I to talk?” Apple Bloom gave him a confused look as he continued, “I’m trying to say that you aren’t the only on who’s had a checkered past kid.”

Chromia then joined in the conversation. “What Knockout here is trying to say is that he and Breakdown used to run with a gang, but managed to get themselves out before they got into a lot of trouble.” Knockout then added, “Besides, unlike me those losers weren’t fond of steel belted radials.”

Breakdown then interrupted, saying, “Hey, you said you wanted something?” Chromia replied, “Oh yeah.” As she and Breakdown began to walk towards the office, Apple Bloom began to take a look around.

She was amazed how much the place looked like Ironhide’s, and yet it didn’t seem any of the cars parked were there to be repaired. She turned to face Knockout and asked, “So, what do you two do here?” Knockout strutted forward and answered, “Breakdown and I customize cars. You and Ironhide might fix ‘em or tear ‘em apart, but me and my little buddy trick ‘em out, make ‘em faster and louder than ever.” “Whoa.” Apple Bloom replied, her jaw dropping. Knockout then cheekily placed his finger under her jaw and pushed it back up. He then continued, “Maybe one day I can show you a trick or two.”

Chromia and Breakdown returned from the office, the former holding a box. She then turned to Breakdown and said, “Thanks for sparing these engine parts.” “No problem ma’am.” Breakdown replied.

Chromia then noticed Apple Bloom and cheekily asked, “Taking a look around the competition?” Apple Bloom replied, “Knockout here said that he and Breakdown trick ‘em out, not break ‘em down.”

Breakdown made his way to Knockout and said, “Well he does the delicate stuff. I do all the heavy lifting.” Knockout then leaned against Breakdown and, to Apple Bloom’s surprise, kissed him on the nose and replied, “And I love you for it you big goof.” Apple Bloom was about to say something, but Knockout playfully rolled his eyes and said, “Oh my, I think we’re the first gay guys she’s ever met.”

“As heartwarming as this scene is…” Chromia began. “It’s getting a bit late.” Apple Bloom managed to snap out of her confusion and said, “It was nice meetin’ you two.” Breakdown said, “Nice to meet you too.” Knockout then added, “I hope we can meet again, provided you stay out of trouble.” For once, Apple Bloom didn’t find this remark mean spirited and instead couldn’t help but find it funny and start chuckling. She then made her way over to Chromia and the two departed the garage.

As Apple Bloom and Chromia made their way down the road back towards Ironhide’s, Apple Bloom took a deep breath and said, “Today’s been a good day.” Chromia, her eyes focused on the road, replied, “That’s good. I hope you enjoyed it because you may not get too many like it in the near future.”

This statement brought Apple Bloom back to the reality of her situation, and how not only the reason she had been sent to Allspark Wells in the first place, but the fact that today had only happened because Wheeljack had blabbered.

As Apple Bloom took a deep breath in resignation, Chromia began to speak again. “Still, maybe next month we could have another girls’ day out.” The thought of another day out helped raise Apple Bloom’s spirit, but she remembered Chromia wasn’t entirely comfortable with being around crowds. Chromia then continued with, “Besides, it might do me a little good to mingle with people a little more.”

“Ya sure?” Apple Bloom asked. Chromia gave Apple Bloom a pat on the back as she answered, “You bet hun.” As they approached Ironhide’s, Apple Bloom noticed Ironhide was waiting for them.

“You two have a good day?” Ironhide asked as Apple Bloom exited the car. “Ah sure did Uncle Ironhide!” Apple Bloom replied enthusiastically.

Ironhide noticed his “niece’s” new outfit and hair cut and remarked, “Well now, you look like a new young lady.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as she replied, “Thanks. Ah gotta find a way to thank Aunt Chromia, considerin’ the salon was a bit crowded.” Ironhide was dumbfounded and, as Chromia walked up to the two, asked, “You were willing to wait at the salon for her?”

“Well, at least just outside.” Chromia humbly answered. Ironhide simply walked up to her and wrapped her in a big hug as he said, “Still impressive for you. Proud of you honey.” He then planted a small kiss on her cheek, much to Apple Bloom’s amusement and Chromia’s embarrassment.

A crashing sound from the kitchen, followed by Wheeljack screaming various vulgar words caught everybody’s attention. Ironhide turned to his wife and niece and said, “We better go make sure Wheeljack doesn’t tear the kitchen apart.” As the three made their way into the chop shop, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but look forward to the increasingly bright future.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom meets a "familiar face."

the Boy with the Metal Shoes

Life seemed to have entered a new normal for Apple Bloom. It had been a week since her day out with Chromia, and since then things were generally simple and not too demanding. For the most part Ironhide simply had Apple Bloom relegated to simple tasks like dusting, sweeping, and in general keeping the shop looking professional.

After finishing sweeping up the floor, Apple Bloom took a moment to reflect on her progress. The hardwood floor may not have shined, but it was now free of dust and other particles. Apple Bloom realized that the floor was dull and had dried stains and scratches all over it.

“See anything kid?” Ironhide said as he walked up to his “niece,” who was startled by the sudden appearance of her “uncle.”

Apple Bloom managed to regain her composure as she replied, “Oh, Uncle Ironhide. Yeah Ah was just makin’ sure there wasn’t anythin’ left of the floor.” She then eyed the floor again as she continued, “Good thing we aren’t too busy, cause Ah might need to give it a good cleanin’.”

Ironhide gave Apple Bloom a gentle pat on the back as he said, “Don’t push yourself too hard kid. I don’t think Granny Smith would be too happy if you worked yourself to death.” Apple Bloom gulped at the thought of Granny Smith unhappy. Unfortunately, this brought back more than a few memories of her grandmother scolding her, some far more recent than others.

Ironhide realized he struck a nerve and quickly apologized. “Hey, sorry for bringing up…. Ya know.”

“Ah know.” Apple Bloom dejectedly answered. As she began to turn away, she continued, “Guess Ah’ll just have to accept it.” She was duly surprised when Ironhide placed his hand on her shoulder again and replied, “Don’t worry kid, they can’t stay mad forever.”

It was at this moment that the ringing of a bell signaled someone entering the front of the shop. Both Apple Bloom and Ironhide turned to see who it was. Apple Bloom figured it would be the normal kind of person who regularly visited, from the loud and boisterous Warpath, the large but dull Lug Nut, or even the terrifying Grindor (Who Apple Bloom noticed bore an uncanny resemblance to Blackout).

She did not expect a boy roughly her age. He was somewhat thin, had orange skin with purple hair and eyes, and wore a pair of dark pants with a white button shirt. He slowly made his way to the counter, his eyes darting all over the place as if he were worried someone was watching him. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel somewhat empathetic to this boy, knowing what it was like to enter the chop shop and not know her way around. It also didn’t hurt that he was kinda cute.

Ironhide made his way up to the boy and asked, “Welcome to Ironhide’s chop shop and junkyard. What brings you here?” The boy momentarily panicked, but managed to regain his composure as he replied, “I’m here to pick up something.”

“Hmmm.” Ironhide began, trying to remember what he was referring to. After a few moments, the older man replied, “Oh yeah. Wheeljack finished ‘em earlier this morning. I’ll go get ‘em.” He then began to make his way to the back, pausing to tell Apple Bloom, “I gotta get somethin’ from Wheeljack. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Now Apple Bloom found herself alone with the boy. She initially tried to just ignore him, feeling too embarrassed to address him, but she stopped when she heard him call out, “Hey there.” Apple Bloom knew it would be rude to ignore him and simply turned to nervously wave hello.

“I didn’t see you here last time. You knew here?” The boy asked. Apple Bloom replied, “Yeah. Ah arrived just over a week ago.” She couldn’t help but find his voice somewhat adorable. His somewhat squeaky and moderately high pitched voice made it clear he was probably around her age.

After a few more awkward moments, the boy held out his hands towards Apple Bloom as he introduced himself. “I’m Tender Taps.”

Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment, wondering if he knew anything about her past. After all, her little encounter with Officer Barricade made it clear that nearly everyone in town knew about her. And yet, here he was, trying to be friendly with her. Feeling comfortable, Apple Bloom reciprocated the gesture as she replied, “Ah’m Apple Bloom.”

Tender Taps then began to eye the rest of the shop as he asked, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, if you’re new, what brings you to Allspark Wells?” Apple Bloom once again hesitated, wondering how much information she should reveal. After a few moments, she decided to “omit certain truths” and simply answered, “Ah got into a little trouble, so mah family thought I needed a change of scenery.”

Tender Taps then let out a small and, if Apple Bloom’s eyes were correct, shameful laugh as he replied, “I know the feeling.”

Before she could inquire any further, Wheeljack emerged from the back of the shop carrying a small box. “Here ya go kid.” The older mechanic spoke up. “I managed to melt down some of the old titanium for your taps. I even took the liberty of….” His rambling was interrupted as he clumsily tripped, face planting on the floor as he spilled the box’s contents; two black lace up shoes with two metal plates, one on the heel and one on toe. Apple Bloom and Tender Taps scrambled to catch the shoes, each managing to get one each. As Apple Bloom inspected the shoe she picked up, she noticed that it was clearly tailor made, having been made specifically for the purpose.

As she handed the shoe to Tender Taps, Apple Bloom asked, “Here ya go. You a dancer?” To her surprise, Tender Taps began to back away, his face turning red in embarrassment. He meekly answered, “Yeah. It’s kind of a…” he paused for a moment, almost as if he were trying to think of an excuse. “…. A hobby.” He finished, almost as if he was ashamed.

After inspecting the shoe she held, Apple Bloom noticed the shoe, though hardly falling apart, was still somewhat worn out with scuff marks around the toes. As she handed the shoe to Tender Taps, Apple Bloom asked, “So, if ya don’t mind me askin’, what were these here for?”

Tender Taps hesitated for a moment before he replied, “My last set of taps weren’t producing the best sounds, so Wheeljack offered to forge some new ones.”

Wheeljack then added, “Yeah, we had a few spare pieces of titanium in the back, so I offered to forge him a few taps.” He then grew a cheeky grin as he asked, “Say kid, why don’t you show her what you got?”

Tender Taps hesitated for a moment before he nervously asked, “Really? Like you won’t laugh or anything?” Apple Bloom knew that he was clearly unsure, and decided to reassure him. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t wanna.” The young girl replied.

However, something changed with Tender Taps. After looking around nervously, he took a deep breath before untying his shoes. As he took them on and slipped on his tap shoes, he asked, “So, you want to see something cool?” Apple Bloom nodded enthusiastically.

Tender Taps then began to perform some slow perididdles. For a moment, Apple Bloom felt somewhat underwhelmed. However, he began to increase in speed. Soon he was moving with speed Apple Bloom had never seen anyone, let alone someone Tender Taps’s age, perform. The taps, clicks, and clacks, began to blend together as he began to move on to other steps.

Soon Tender Taps was tapping all over the store front. Apple Bloom was stunned speechless, especially as his originally meek and nervous persona gave way to confidence as he continued dancing, clearly loving what he was doing. As she began to blush harder, she couldn’t help but mentally re-categorize him from “cute” to “very handsome.”

It was then that Ironhide entered the shop, startling Tender Taps as he instantaneously stopped. As he began to nervously speak, Ironhide raised his hand and said, “From what I heard kid, you got some skill.”

Tender Taps began to scuff the floor as he nervously answered, “Thanks.” He noticed Apple Bloom had been blushing and, to her surprise, began to blush back. She realized this wasn’t the kind of blush one did simply because one was embarrassed, but from being around someone you liked but didn’t quite know why. However, Tender Taps’s eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall, and he began to slip his tap shoes off as he said, “Whoa. I better be going.”

As he left, Apple Bloom called out, “Hey wait a minute!” Tender Taps stopped himself as he was halfway out the door and turned around to see Apple Bloom approach him. “That was some fine dancin’.” The young girl said to him, making him blush a little bit more.

“Thanks Apple Bloom.” Tender Taps replied as he nervously scratched his head. He then asked, “So, guess I’ll see you later?” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment. As much as part of her still had her doubts, she couldn’t deny that it felt nice to talk with someone her age again. After a few more moments, she answered, “Ah guess so.”

Tender Taps then gave a confirming nod as he departed. As he disappeared down the road on his bike, Apple Bloom could only whistfully sigh. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat dejected as she realized that the chop shop wasn’t exactly the kind of place kids would hang out.

It was then that Apple Bloom heard the sound of Ironhide and especially Wheeljack giggling from behind her. When she turned around, sure enough, Ironhide was struggling to keep a straight face as Wheeljack clearly found something hilarious.

“What’s so funny?” Apple Bloom asked. Wheeljack, a guilty smile present on his face, cheekily answered, “I see somebody has a crush.”

“WHAT?” Apple Bloom asked, her embarrassment melting into mild annoyance.

Wheeljack, now belting out laughter, replied, “Oh come on. I saw the way you were staring at him. I think you like him.” Apple Bloom began to blush as she stammered, “Ah…. Ah just think his dancin’ was pretty cool.” As she continued to blush, Wheeljack replied, “If you say so. Imagining yourself as his partner?”

“Kinda. It might be kinda fun to…” Apple Bloom began as she realized Wheeljack tricked her into confessing. “Oh ha ha. Very funny Wheeljack.” She replied, though she did think to herself, ‘still, seemed like he was havin’ a lot of fun.’

It was then that Ironhide spoke up. “Alright you two, let’s get back to work.” Both Wheeljack and Apple Bloom nodded and returned to their duties. As both Wheeljack and Ironhide left the storefront, Apple Bloom thought to herself, ‘Ah do hope Ah run into Tender Taps again.’

“Hey Apple Bloom!” Ironhide called out to Apple Bloom as she was scrubbing the shop floor. As Apple Bloom rose back to her feet, Ironhide continued, “We had someone come in a few days ago, but she forgot something.” He then presented his young ward what looked like a piece of pink silk. “Must have fallen off her. Mind returning it?”

Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment. While she did want something else to do (especially something that didn’t involve a brush), this meant going back into town. Still, though that meant the risk of being harassed by the townsfolk, part of her hoped she’d run into Tender Taps somewhere along the way.

“Alright Uncle Ironhide.” Apple Bloom replied. “Where do ya need me to take it?” As Ironhide gave her the ribbon, he replied, “If my memory is correct, this belongs to a dance teacher by the name of Hoofer Steps, and she runs a small dance school in the same shopping center as Soundwave’s.”

When Apple Bloom heard the words “dance school” leave Ironhide’s mouth, she quickly darted over to the counter to grab her helmet. As she began to leave though, Ironhide stopped her. Apple Bloom gulped nervously, worried he would stop her.

“You do remember where Soundwave’s is, right?” Ironhide asked. Apple Bloom simply nodded yes. He then stepped out of Apple Bloom’s way and, with a knowing smile on his face, replied, “Go on kid. Since it’s getting late and since you’ve been doing a decent job lately, you can have the rest of the day off when you return this.”

Apple Bloom then wrapped her “uncle” in a hug as she replied, “Thanks Uncle Ironhide.” She then darted straight out of the shop and towards her bike. Ironhide felt a smile on his face grow as he saw Apple Bloom mount her bike and pedal into town.

Ironhide wasn’t lying when he said the studio was near Soundwave’s. The dance studio was indeed only a few spaces away from the electronics store. The exterior didn’t stand out too much, simply sporting a large sign that displayed the studio’s emblem.

Apple Bloom felt her stomach tighten. While she did have to return the ribbon, part of her was nervous as to whether Tender Taps was there, and if he was, had he learned more about her. And if he did know about what she’d done, would he still want to be friends?

Apple Bloom knew what she had to do. Taking a deep breath, she undid her helmet and began to walk towards and eventually into the dance studio.

It was then that the door opened and she accidentally walked right into, of all people, Tender Taps.

“Apple Bloom?” Tender Taps asked, both surprised and incredibly happy. “What are you doing here?” He continued.

As Apple Bloom managed to return to her senses, she replied, “Apparently Ms. Hoofer Steps forgot this at the chop shop for some reason.” She then presented the pink ribbon.

Tender Taps took the ribbon as he replied, “So that’s where it went.” He then turned around and began to re-enter the studio, but stopped himself and asked Apple Bloom, “Wanna come in? It’s certainly cooler in here than outside.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but giggle as she replied, “Can’t argue with that logic.”

The inside of the studio was a simple yet homely waiting area. Several chairs were lined up in a few rows as a few older women were waiting for their children to finish their classes. As Apple Bloom was looking around in amazement, Tender Taps began to speak. “You were lucky to stop by when you did. I just finished up helping assist a preschooler’s tap class.”

Apple Bloom was impressed by this remark. “You teach kids?” she asked. Tender Taps began to nervously blush and he replied, “Well, I help with younger kids.”

Before either could say something else, an older woman’s voice asked, “Tender Taps, shouldn’t you have gone home by now?” Both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps turned to see an older woman with gray skin, blonde hair in a ballerina’s bun, and black leotard with a ballet tutu. Tender Taps walked up to her and said, “Apple Bloom here brought this for you. I think you left it with Ironhide.”

Tender Taps then presented the ribbon to Hoofer Steps, who enthusiastically accepted it as she replied, “Oh thank you! I vas vondering vhere zis vent.” Apple Bloom then stepped forward and asked, “Uh, if Ah may ask, what were you doin’ with Uncle Ironhide?” Hoofer Steps noticed her and replied, “Vell, I’ve been planning to redo the floors of vone of the studios, and your uncle vas offering some vood to help.”

Apple Bloom simply nodded “ok”, finding it a little difficult to understand her thick accent. Hoofer Steps then stepped forward and said, “Thank you Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom was shocked to be thanked, but managed to regain her composure and replied, “You’re welcome ma’am.”

As Hoofer Steps walked away, Tender Taps asked, “So, do you have to go back to Ironhide now?” Apple Bloom hesitated and, starting to blush, replied, “Well, Ironhide said that Ah have the rest of the day off.”

It was then that both she and Tender Taps began to just standard there, blushing and not exactly looking each other in the eyes. After a few awkward moments, Tender Taps spoke up. “Hey, since we have a little time, you just want to hang out?”

Apple Bloom replied, “Ah’d like that very much.”

The next few hours consisted of the two just walking around Allspark Wells and talking with each other. Apple Bloom learned that Tender Taps was indeed her age, though he was a few months younger than her. She also learned he lived with his parents and little sister named Double Shuffle, the latter apparently having the same hairstyle that Apple Bloom currently sported, a fact that she found rather hilarious.

But as they continued, something continued to eat away at Apple Bloom. She needed to know if he knew or not. Taking a deep breath, she resigned to herself to what she had to do.

“Hey Tender Taps?” Apple Bloom asked dejectedly. Tender Taps stopped as he asked, “Yeah?” Apple Bloom sighed and said, “There’s somethin’ Ah gotta say. You see, Ah….”

“You were Anon-A-Miss?” Tender Taps asked rather bluntly. Apple Bloom was stunned speechless. So he did know? Apple Bloom could only ask, “Wuh, how’d you know?”

Tender Taps let out a nervous laugh as he replied, “About a week ago my dad overheard a guy with a moustache and beard go on a drunken ramble about you at the bar.” Apple could only angrily mumble to herself, “Wheeljack.” She then asked, “Well, if you knew what Ah’d done, why’ve you been so friendly to me?”

Now it was Tender Taps’s turn to feel awkward. “To be honest, when he told me, I hesitated a bit at first, but my dad told me that everybody deserves a second chance.” Then, he turned away as he continued, “And, honestly, who would I be to talk?”

Tender Taps then turned back and continued, “Yeah, you see my family used to live in Canterlot city. Unfortunately, I always had a way of attracting bullies.” This certainly shocked Apple Bloom. “Why would anyone bully someone like you? I mean you’re friendly, you’re sweet, you’re kinda cute, you’re….”

“A tap dancer?” Tender Taps added somewhat dejectedly. He then continued, “I mean, yeah I love dancing, but the problem was other guys always seem to pick on me. For a while I could take it, but then this gang led by a guy named Garble started doubling down on me.”

Tender Taps then sat down against a store front as he continued, “Well, they did just about everything you’d expect from headlocks to, well I’d be lying if I said if I didn’t get into a few fights. Then my dad got a job here at Allspark Wells and he said I could do whatever I needed to do to get them to stop.”

As Apple Bloom joined him, she asked, “Ah take it you did somethin’ worse than postin’ Garble’s secrets online?” As both kids began to let out guilty laughs, Tender Taps replied, “Try bashing his face in with a metal pipe.”

“WHAT?” Apple Bloom nearly shouted as Tender Taps admitted what happened. The young boy replied, “Yeah, I told him and his friends to stop bullying me immediately. They didn’t, with Garble spitting in my face, so I grabbed a nearby pipe and then….” He took a deep breath as he admitted, “I kinda zoned out after the first blow.”

Tender Taps then grew a guilty smile as he continued, “Needless to say I was expelled, and I was grounded, but my dad told me that he didn’t hold it against me.”

Apple Bloom took everything in. Tender Taps, the boy who she barely knew but seemed like the nicest person in the world, was expelled for beating someone up. She then asked, “Ah’m sorry about that.” She then wrapped an arm around Tender Taps as she continued. “Ah guess screw ups like us gotta stick together.” Tender Taps then, to Apple Bloom’s surprise, returned the gesture as he replied, “I guess we do.”

As Apple Bloom sat down at the dinner table, Chromia asked, “So Apple Bloom, how was your day?”

“It was pretty good Aunt Chromia.” Apple Bloom answered. “Ah ran an errand for Uncle Ironhide and got to hang out with Tender Taps.” At the mere mention of his name, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but blush.

Ratchet noticed her blush and asked, “Is he the boy Wheeljack said you have a crush on?”

“Ah do not.” Apple Bloom replied guiltily before she changed her mind. “Maybe a little bit.”

As Wheeljack began to cut at his dinner, he added, “Well, you’ve only known him for a few days.” Chromia turned to Apple Bloom and added, “I have to admit I felt the same the first time I met Ironhide.” Ironhide then added, “Maybe it was because we were both kind of loners.”

Apple Bloom then replied, “Well Ah do know that he offered to teach me to dance like him once summer comes.” Ironhide asked, “Really?” Apple Bloom nodded as she continued, “Yup. Or at least on my days off.” Ironhide replied, “Well it’s good to see you both making friends as well as finding a hobby.”

As Apple Bloom prepared to get ready for bed, she couldn’t help but feel great. Even though today provided yet another reminder that people knew what she’d done, she couldn’t help but decide that it wasn’t important anymore.

Tender Taps had admitted he knew she had been Anon-A-Miss, and yet he didn’t seem to care. If anything, he was much like her; someone who was, for the most part a good kid who, after finding themselves in nasty situations, made some big mistakes, and yet seemed to be doing alright. If anything, Tender Taps showed Apple Bloom that your past doesn’t define you, and that you can grow from your mistakes.

Besides, he didn’t seem to notice that she’d accidentally admitted he was kind of cute.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Clarity of thought before rashness of action

Clarity of Thought...

Apple Bloom didn’t know where she was. She was standing in a great grassy field beneath a purple storm sky. What she didn’t know was how she got there. After all, the last thing Apple Bloom remembered was going to sleep in her room at Ironhide’s. But as thunder began to clash, a very familiar voice began to shout, “Apple Bloom!” “Applejack?” Apple Bloom asked. She tried to find the source of her sister’s voice, but couldn’t find her.

Then, with a terrifying crash of thunder and flash of lightning, Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith materialized before Apple Bloom. Applejack stepped forward, fury clear from her shrunken pupils and dark circles under her eyes.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in young lady!?” Applejack shouted. Apple Bloom was as stunned as she was scared. Starting to panic, she asked, “Whuh-what did Ah do?”

“What you did….” Applejack angrily asked, stepping forward with a clenched fist. “What you did was post not only MAH secrets, but also Big Mac’s, mah friends, and the whole damn school’s secrets on the internet!” Of course they were still furious with that. After all the pain she had caused them, it wasn’t surprising they were still angry.

“Ah know.” Apple Bloom dejectedly apologized. “Ah’m so sorry.” From behind her, Apple Bloom felt a blow to the back of her head, forcing her to the ground. As she rose, she was horrified to see that Granny Smith was standing over her, having seemingly teleported from standing beside her siblings to behind her.

“Ah thought Ah raised ya better than to be a low down deceitful back stabber!” Granny smith berated her granddaughter, brandishing a rolling pin in her hands. “Seems like someone needs to be taught a lesson!” The older woman tried to slam her rolling pin on her granddaughter, but Apple Bloom rolled out of the way. Unfortunately, she was picked up by Big Mac, fury radiating from the deep scowl on his face.

Apple Bloom, by now panicking, asked, “You too Big Mac?” Her older brother simply growled out, “Eeyup!” He then proceeded to lift Apple Bloom up higher before slamming her into the cold, ground. As Apple Bloom struggled to regain even a sliver of her composure, Applejack grabbed her by her braided pigtails and began, to her horror, slapped her in the face.

“Ah can’t believe you’d betray us like that!” Applejack shouted. Apple Bloom began to tear up, begging, “Please Applejack. Ah’m your sister!”

“You ain’t mah sister!” Applejack shouted back as she struck Apple Bloom again. “You lost that right when you turned your back on all of us!” She then allowed Apple Bloom to fall to the ground.

Apple Bloom began to cry. After all, she deserved all of this. She was so consumed by self-hatred that she almost failed to notice a gap in the storm clouds, revealing the constellation Orion. A bolt of lightning crashed behind Applejack and Big Mac. “What in tarnation?” Applejack asked as the lightning continued to crackle.

When the lightning fizzled out, Apple Bloom and her family were stunned speechless to see a massive purple being kneeling down. As it began to rise, Apple Bloom found herself both mesmerized and terrified of its clawed right hand, single tube for a left hand, pointed horns on the side of its head where ears would be, and most terrifying of all, a single red eye.

Then the purple Cyclops began to speak. “It seems to me that all four of you have forgotten the most important rule of all.” Applejack angrily asked, “What would that be, somethin’ about forgivin’ just about anything?” The purple Cyclops aimed its tube hand at the small group and, in an action that Apple Bloom found suspenseful and terrifying, calmly and coolly replied, “Clarity of thought before rashness of action.”

Then, as Apple Bloom tried to grasp what exactly the Cyclops meant, purple lightning emerged from his tube and proceeded to vaporize Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith. “NO!” Apple Bloom shouted in anguish. As she tried to scoop up the ashes that had been her older sister, the Cyclops’s voice calmly said, “A shame things had to come to this.”

“Who are you?” Apple Bloom asked as tears began to run down her cheeks. The purple Cyclops stepped closer to her, each step shaking the ground, until he was practically towering right above her. As Apple Bloom began to nervously back away, she was gently yet firmly grasped by the Cyclops’s clawed hand.

“My name….” The Cyclops began, bring Apple Bloom up to his large red eye. “… Is Apple Bloom.” That certainly surprised Apple Bloom, stunned to hear that he had the same name as her. “Apple Bloom.” The Cyclops repeated.

“Yeah. Ah know.” Apple Bloom nervously replied. The Cyclops then asked, “Apple Bloom?” Now she was becoming as terrified as she was curious. The Cyclops then repeated, “Apple Bloom?” However, his voice was starting to morph, a vaguely familiar, raspy voice.

Then, Apple Bloom found herself forced close to his red eye as he asked again, “Apple Bloom?” this time the same raspy voice growing more noticeable, it almost sounded like…..

“Wheeljack?” Apple Bloom asked, only to be blinded by the light of the Cyclops’s red eye consumed her vision, forcing her back to the land of the living.

“Apple Bloom, wake up!” Wheeljack pleaded as he began to shake his young house mate. After a few more moments, Apple Bloom’s opened wide, her pupils shrunken, and her breathing was rapid. “Oh, thank Primus you’re awake!” He said as he let out a sigh of relief.

Before Apple Bloom could even ask why Wheeljack was in her room, she heard footsteps coming from the hallway, only to see Ironhide enter the room, still wearing his pajamas. “Wheeljack.” He grumbled. “Please tell me why you are in Apple Bloom’s room in the middle of the night.”

Wheeljack gulped before he replied, “Well I was working on an engine downstairs when I heard something. I began to make my way up here and then she started screaming. When I made it up here, I found her tossing and turning and doing funny voices!”

“Ah had a bad dream.” Apple Bloom admitted meekly. Wheeljack sighed in relief a he continued, “Oh thank Primus. For a moment you were having some sort of mental breakdown.”

“Wheeljack….” Ironhide began. “Please give us a few minutes.” Wheeljack was going to try and counter this, but a stern look from Ironhide made it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for a debate. Nodding as he cleared his throat, Wheeljack began to slink out of Apple Bloom’s room, and once he was past the door, he charged down the stairs and out of the building.

Once Wheeljack was gone, Ironhide faced his “niece” and asked, “So, you had a bad dream I take it?” Apple Bloom nodded as she explained, “Yeah. Ah was in a field, an’ Applejack an’ Big Mac an’ Granny Smith were there, an’ they were angry with me over….” She began to sniffle as her eyes began to water. As Ironhide sat down on the bed, Apple Bloom asked, “Why did Ah have to be so dumb?”

“I don’t know.” Ironhide flatly replied as he wrapped his arm around Apple Bloom. “I don’t know what could have motivated you to do everything, but I take it that you regret it?” Apple Bloom nodded yes as she struggled to control her breathing. Ironhide then continued, “Then all we can do is grow and make it up to your family.”

“But what if mah family doesn’t see things that way?” Apple Bloom asked. “Ah mean, Applejack just up and dumped me here!” Once she realized what she had just said, however, she quickly tried to apologize. “Ah mean, not that you an’ Chromia an’ Ratchet an’ even Wheeljack aren’t bad.”

“I know kid.” Ironhide replied as he tightened his grip on Apple Bloom. “To be honest I ain’t exactly happy that your sister tried to just shaft you away. Besides, she’s not exactly free of blame for what happened.”

It was then that Apple Bloom broke. She turned and wrapped her arms around Ironhide as she began to cry into his shoulder. Although Ironhide was initially put off, he quickly returned the favor, wrapping Apple Bloom in a warm embrace as he began to comfort her. “It’s alright Apple Bloom. Things will be alright.”

“Thanks uncle Ironhide.” Apple Bloom said as she wiped her eyes dry. Ironhide replied, “No problem kid. If you need to talk, let me or Chromia know, ok?” Apple Bloom nodded in agreement. As Ironhide rose from her bed, he continued, “Take my advice; don’t go to Wheeljack. He may be around my age, but deep down he’s as mature as a five year old.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start laughing.

After a few minutes, Apple Bloom tucked herself back in and began to drift off to sleep. Before he could leave, Ironhide was caught completely off guard as she said, “Ah love you uncle Ironhide.” Somewhat flabbergasted, Ironhide replied, “I love you too Apple Bloom. Sleep tight.” He then quietly left his niece’s room and gently closed the door, leaving Apple Bloom to hopefully have a decent night’s sleep.

Ironhide knew something had to be done. Quickly making his way to his and Chromia’s room, he walked over to his nightstand and unplugged his phone from its charger. He then quietly exited, making sure he didn’t wake Chromia. Once he was in the hallway, he began to dial one a very certain number.

“Come on.” Ironhide quietly pleaded to his phone, hoping the person on the other end would answer. “Please, wake up doc.”

After a few more minutes, a familiar elderly voice on the other end asked, “Ironhide, what are you doing up this late?” Not wasting any time, Ironhide immediately replied, “Doc, I need a favor….”

As Apple Bloom trudged her way to the kitchen table, Ironhide and Chromia knew from the circles under her eyes that she hadn’t slept well after her nightmare. Apple Bloom began to pour herself a bowl of cereal as Ironhide began, “Apple Bloom, we have a special job today.”

Wheeljack then immediately (and enthusiastically) replied, “Today we get to melt shit down!”

Chromia immediately shouted, “Wheeljack, no swearing at the table!” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start laughing at the banter before her. After letting out an audible sigh, Ironhide replied, “What Wheeljack means is that we’re going to be melting down some metal for an old friend.”

“Who is it?” Apple Bloom asked. After taking a sip from his coffee, Ironhide replied, “A fellow by the name of Dr. Shockwave.”

Dr. Shockwave. That name sent a chill down Apple Bloom’s spine. She may have been raised to not “judge a book by its cover,” but the name “Shockwave” still didn’t exactly give off a warm feeling. Ironhide noticed his niece’s nervousness and added, “Don’t worry; he’s a pretty cool guy. I think you two might get along.”

“If ya say so.” Apple Bloom replied as she took a bite of her cereal. One way or another, she was going to find out who this “Dr. Shockwave” person soon enough.

Apple Bloom continued to do what she had been doing for the past two weeks; taking care of the front of the Chop Shop. Right now she was mopping the floor, trying to brighten up the dull, dirty floor. “That should just about do it.” She said this to herself as she wiped the sweat off her brow.

Apple Bloom never really enjoyed manual chores at home, but she did always do the tasks given to her out of a desire to please her family. But now, she found the process far more, for lack of a better term, rewarding at the Chop Shop. Considering that her family had been treating her with barely any attention followed by scorn while Ironhide and his friends had taken a more respectful approach, Apple Bloom figured it was probably just the change of scenery and company. Still, she also figured that it was possible that she was taking more pride in her work because she was, indeed, growing up.

The door rang as someone entered. Apple Bloom began to turn, greeting the new customer. “Welcome to Ironhide’s junk yard and chop shop. What can we do…” She was stunned speechless by what she witnessed before her.

Standing in the doorway was an older man, probably around the age of Ratchet. He wore a purple double breasted suit, the kind of outfit someone wore when they had money to spare. His hair was gray, with sideburns that went down to his jaw. But there were three things that really caught Apple Bloom’s attention.

One of them was the fact that he wore purple leather gloves. While the weather wasn’t exactly tropical, it still wasn’t cold enough to need to use gloves. The second thing that had caught her attention was the set of headphones that he wore. They resembled the horns of the Cyclops from her nightmare.

The third thing that caught Apple Bloom’s were his eyes, or rather his eye. The man’s left eye was covered by a black eye patch, and his right eye was a terrifying red. With everything he had from his face to his outfit, and to the sense of authority radiating from him, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start to sweat nervously.

The man faced Apple Bloom and asked, “I take it Ironhide is here?” Apple Bloom meekly nodded yes and pointed to the back. The man turned to see Ratchet exit the back room.

“Doctor Shockwave!” Ratchet said as he walked up to Shockwave and began to shake his hand. As he finished, Shockwave replied, “Good to see you too Ratchet. I hope you’re doing well.” Ratchet replied, “I am, though Wheeljack can be a pain in the after-burner.”

Shockwave then noticed the young girl nervously switching between mopping and catching glimpses of him. He leaned closer to Ratchet and asked, “So, is this the young lady who caused all the fuss in Canterlot City?”

Apple Bloom stepped forward and extended her hand. “Ah’m Apple Bloom, and yeah. Ah was the one who did everythin’.” Shockwave firmly grasped her hand and shook it as he replied, “I’m Doctor Shockwave, and I’d say you’ve not quite learned the most important life lesson yet.” Apple Bloom tilted her head in confusion as she asked, “What is it?”

“Clarity of thought before rashness of action.” Shockwave replied. Apple Bloom froze when she heard that simple phrase. It was the same phrase she had heard in her nightmare. Now that she thought about it more, he certainly resembled the Cyclops in her nightmare, and she remembered his left hand certainly felt noticeably colder under his gloves from her handshake.

Apple Bloom would have continued to ponder were it not for Ratchet calling her back to reality. “Apple Bloom!” Ratchet stated. “We’re about to head over to the smelters. Come on!” Apple Bloom nodded as she replied, “Commin’ Ratchet!” She managed to catch up to Ratchet and Shockwave as they made their way to the back of the shop, through the junkyard, and finally to a relatively small building in the back of the property.

Apple Bloom was certainly surprised by the sight of the smelters. Before her were several tall cylinders that Ironhide and Wheeljack were filling with metal scrap, pouring them in with large wheelbarrows. Both men were wearing leather outfits to protect them from the molten slag, and also wore metal masks to protect their faces.

Ratchet turned to face Shockwave and said, “We’re a little behind schedule, but we should be able to get everything ready within a few hours.” Shockwave held his hands behind his back as he replied, “Excellent. We’ll be able to use this metal down at Tyger Pax.”

“What’s Tyger Pax?” Apple Bloom asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Shockwave turned to face her and, with enthusiasm that made her feel a little off, replied, “Its short for the Tyger Pax hydroelectric power station. We provide power for five states, and it’s the reason Allspark Wells was even founded in the first place.”

Ratchet then gently stepped in between Apple Bloom and Shockwave as he added, “What the good doctor means is that Allspark Wells was founded to house the workers for Tyger Pax.” Apple Bloom could only mutter “Whoa.”

Shockwave then asked, “Now that I have an update on the progress, could we leave? The heat in here is starting to get to me.” Ratchet nodded, turned to Apple Bloom and ordered, “Take the Doctor back to the shop and do whatever he says.” Apple Bloom nodded as she followed Shockwave back to the shop.

Apple Bloom began to dust up the shelves on the upper layers of the shop as Shockwave began to inspect everything below. Though she would normally want to strike up a conversation, something about Shockwave was rubbing her the wrong way. Something about how his posture, the way he spoke as if he knew far more than he let on, it was if he were a chess master. It didn’t help that he bore such an uncanny resemblance to the Cyclops from her nightmare.

“So, how do you like living in the Allspark Wells?” Shockwave asked. Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment before she replied, “Its fine, Ah guess.” As Shockwave walked over to the counter Apple Bloom was standing above as she continued to dust, he continued, “That’s good. A shame we all set a poor example for you.”

Apple Bloom knew he was referring to her second day, where she learned Wheeljack had accidentally revealed everything in a drunken stupor. It had only been thanks to Chromia that she found locals who weren’t outright hostile to her, and only in the previous few days had she actually met someone who was willing to be her friend in the form of Tender Taps.

She was so lost on her train of thought that she failed to notice a misplaced bowling ball rolling towards the edge of the shelf. Before she could react, the bowling ball fell to the counter, slamming straight into Shockwave’s left hand, producing a shattering sound.

“Oh no!” Apple Bloom cried. “Ah’m so sorry Doctor Shockwave!! It was an accident, Ah swear!!” She was panicking, worried Shockwave would be furious and tell Ironhide, thus getting her into a lot of trouble.

Instead, Shockwave simply let out a dejected sigh as he rolled up his sleeve and began to undo several straps on his arm. Then, to Apple Bloom’s shock, pulled his hand away, revealing his left hand to be a prosthetic. “I should have known something like that would happen.” He said dejectedly. He noticed Apple Bloom was watching and replied, “Sorry you had to see that. It was a side effect of an old project I was working on.”

“Project?” Apple Bloom asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Shockwave replied, “Yes. Years ago I was developing a set of arm mounted cannons. I intended them to be the perfect small arms, the kind Soldiers would literally only have to point and shoot.” He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, ovular device and attached it to where his left hand would have been. The device immediately sprouted two pincer like fingers and a pincer like thumb.

After testing his “new” fingers, Shockwave continued, “Unfortunately, the prototypes were unstable, and an accident cost me my left hand and eye.” Apple Bloom offered a solemn, “Ah’m sorry about that.”

Shockwave let out a guilty laugh as he replied, “sadly I got off easy. My assistant, a young man named Padlock, was shot in the chest when they misfired before the explosion.” He took a deep breath as he began to look away, glumly continuing, “I still blame myself for what happened.”

“Ah know the feelin’, or at least Ah think Ah know.” Apple Bloom replied, before she immediately covered her mouth.

“Really?” Shockwave asked. “I mean, I know you got into a fair bit of trouble before you were abandoned here, but I doubt it resulted in getting someone killed.” Though he didn’t say this with any sense of sarcasm or mock-comfort, Apple Bloom couldn’t’ help but feel that Shockwave was mocking her somehow. This caused something in her to break, and she couldn’t help but begin to let everything out.

“Ah was jealous of mah sister hangin’ out with this girl named Sunset Shimmer, so mah friends an’ Ah created this Mystable page called “Anon-A-Miss.” Apple Bloom admitted. Shockwave held his hand to his chin in a puzzling motion as he added, “I’m well aware of Anon-A-Miss. I take it there is more to this tale?”

Apple Bloom nodded as she continued, “After a few days of sneakin’ into our sisters’ rooms and usin’ their phones, we turned all of Sunset’s friends, as well as the whole school, against her.” As she began to tear up, Shockwave added, “Ah, jealousy. However, I feel that there is something you haven’t mentioned yet. Am I incorrect?”

Apple Bloom, sniffling, replied, “Yeah. The whole school began sendin’ us secrets, and we kept postin’ them. It got so big we lost control. When we tried to stop it, this bully named Diamond Tiara found out about us an’ blackmailed us into continuin’. We posted information about this one girl at Crystal Prep bein’ hit by her dad, then our vice principal’s bail, an’ then we got found out.”

Shockwave then added, “Funny how the girl who posted such horrible things refers to the person extorting her as a bully.”

Apple Bloom snapped. She began shouting, “Ah was angry an’ jealous an’ not thinkin’ straight. She knew what she was doin’!”

Shockwave then retorted, “Exactly! You weren’t thinking clearly. You allowed your emotions to cloud your judgment, and you acted rashly!” He then straightened himself and asked, “Tell me Apple Bloom, what would have happened if you took a little more time to think about what you were going to do?”

Apple Bloom was taken aback by how forceful Shockwave was, as well as how much sense he made. Thinking over what he asked, Apple Bloom, wiping the tears away from her eyes, replied, “Ah would have probably talked to mah sister about everythin’.”

“Exactly.” Shockwave replied. “If you took time to allow your mind to cool, then you could have avoided everything. Instead, in your impulsiveness and rashness you’ve sowed the seeds of mistrust and deception.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t take it anymore. “Ah know!” She exclaimed as she collapsed to the floor, curled up against the wall, and began to cry. “Ah know. Ah did everything, and its all mah fault. Now everybody hates me, mah friends, mah family, everyone in Canterlot High, Canterlot City, Allspark Wells, and just about the entire world hates me, and Ah deserve it!”

As she cried her heart out, Shockwave walked up to her and, to her surprise, gently rested his right hand on Apple Bloom’s shoulder. “I’m so proud of you Apple Bloom.”

“Proud?” Apple Bloom asked. She had just admitted to everything and accepted responsibility for it all and this man was proud of her?”

“You’ve taken the first step to recovery. You’ve finally spoken about what you’ve done and accepted it.” Shockwave said warmly. As Apple Bloom struggled to realize what was going on, he continued, “In reality the metal I need won’t be ready for a few more days. Ironhide told me about your nightmares, and I figured that you were struggling with the guilt.”

Apple Bloom felt a little anger at her uncle for telling Shockwave behind her back, but was interrupted by Shockwave said, “Now that you’ve admitted what you did, we can work on the recovery.” “Recovery?” Apple Bloom asked. Shockwave replied, “Yes. It will be up to you to move past this little stunt and grow as a woman.”

At that moment, Ironhide and Ratchet entered the shop, covered in sweat. Ironhide began to speak, “Sorry Doc, but it’ll take another few days to get everything ready.” Before Shockwave could reply, Apple Bloom stepped forward and answered, “We know uncle Ironhide.”

Apple Bloom and Ironhide gave each other knowing looks, making it clear that both now knew about Shockwave’s true purpose for being there. Ironhide then began to speak. “Sorry Apple Bloom, but I’m not that good with fancy words or gettin’ people to admit things, so I figured Doctor Shockwave could do it.” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment before she replied, “Just tell me next time you wanna do somethin’ like this, ok?” Ironhide wrapped his niece in a hug as he replied, “I promise.”

It was then that Ironhide and Ratchet notice Shockwave had changed hands. Shockwave immediately replied, “Don’t worry, a bowling ball fell on my fake hand. Apple Bloom didn’t have anything to do with it and it was an older hand anyway.” As Apple Bloom sighed in relief at the sight of Shockwave covering for her, Ratchet sighed as he said, “So that’s where Wheeljack put the damn thing.”

After a few minutes of cleaning up the mess the bowling ball had made, Shockwave turned to Apple Bloom and said, “You know, we could set up a few sessions for you to get things off your chest. Having someone to talk to should help you think about your actions more clearly.”

Apple Bloom replied, “Ah’d like that very much.” Shockwave and Apple Bloom then shook hands as the former began to depart. He then faced Ironhide and said, “I’ll be back in a few days. I expect everything will be ready?” Ironhide replied, “It will. Don’t get your transistors twisted.” Shockwave nodded and faced Apple Bloom as he asked, “And do you remember the most important rule?”

“Clarity of thought before rashness of action?” Apple Bloom replied. Shockwave let out a gentle laugh as he said, “Exactly. Follow that rule and you’ll never get make a horrible decision again.” Apple Bloom found herself momentarily consumed by guilt for what she’d done, but was able to shake it off as she replied, “Ah know. Thanks Doc.” Shockwave gave an affirming nod as he left the shop.

Ironhide then said, “He does have a way with words.” Apple Bloom replied, “Ah guess he does.” She then asked, “So what next?” Ironhide motioned to the mop that Apple Bloom had dropped when she was brought to the smelters. Putting two and two together, Apple Bloom answered, “Yes sir.” With that, she resumed her mopping duties as Ironhide began to return to the smelters, hoping to gain an explanation as to why Wheeljack had a bowling ball hidden in the shop.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; we meet two familiar faces from "two different worlds" at the golden lagoon

The Golden Lagoon

“So uncle Ironhide, what do ya need me to do today?” Apple Bloom asked as she descended the stairwell into the kitchen. It had been exactly two weeks to the day since she had first arrived in Allspark Wells, and the one thing she had learned to expect was for Ironhide to find a different task for her each day. Whether it was running deliveries, mopping the floor of the shop, dusting the “merchandise,” or even helping clean the garage and workshop, it always seemed there was something he had in mind for her.

Ironhide, taking a sip from his coffee as he began flipping hotcakes, replied, “Well, that’s the funny thing.”

Apple Bloom gulped. She had been keeping her nose clean, especially after her run in with Officer Barricade, or at least she thought she had. Had she accidentally done something bad? Was Dr. Shockwave upset at her for what happened to his hand?

Noticing his niece was starting to silently panic, Ironhide began to clarify what he meant. “What I mean Apple Bloom, is that we actually don’t have much going on today.” As he began to place several hotcakes on a plate, he continued, “Ratchet and I need to continue with smelting Shockwave’s ores, but other than that, not much. With that in mind, I decided….”

Before he could finish, Ratchet walked into the kitchen. “Ratchet?” Ironhide asked, surprised his friend was early. “You don’t usually get here this early.”

Ratchet let out a sigh and replied, “Woke up early and didn’t have much to do, so I thought “Why not?”” Ironhide simply continued, “Yeah.”

Ironhide then returned his attention to Apple Bloom and resumed their conversation. “As I was saying, since things are gonna be pretty slow today, and since you’ve been a hard worker the last few weeks, I think you’ve earned your first “official” day off.”

“Official” Apple Bloom asked. As Ironhide set the large plate of hotcakes on the kitchen table, he explained, “Well, I decided not to consider your little day trip with Chromia, so on a technical note, this will be your first day off.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel her heart soar. An official day off; a day to (to an extent) do whatever she wanted. “Awesome!” she said with excitement as she made the appropriate gesture with her arm, accidentally slamming her elbow into the table in the process. “Heh. Oops.”

“It’s alright.” Ironhide reassured his niece. “Of course I expect you will keep yourself out of trouble, right?” He asked sternly but with a playful hint. Ratchet, not noticing the playfulness, added, “Exactly. I don’t want to perform an emergency surgery in the field because you got in a firefight.”

“Uh….” Apple Bloom said, surprised at Ratchet’s sudden change of tone. Ironhide, however, simply sighed and replied, “Ratchet, Apple Bloom isn’t going for a run the jungle.” He then turned to Apple Bloom and asked, “Though, do you have any plans?”

“Well, Ah do have one idea.” Apple Bloom began. To be fair, it wasn’t the most well thought out plan, but she figured it was worth a shot.

Apple Bloom stood in front of Tender Taps’s front door, hesitating on whether or not she should knock on his door or just leave. Would he be busy? Was he even there? Even if he was available and there, would he actually want to hang out?

The door opened, catching Apple Bloom off guard. Standing before her now was a little blue girl with yellow braided pigtails, not unlike the ones she now sported. The girl began to inspect Apple Bloom and asked, “Are you my brother’s girlfriend?”

“What?” Apple Bloom asked, surprised at the bluntness of the little girl’s question. “He’s not mah boyfriend. Ah just wanted to see what he was up to and if he wanted to hang out.”

The little girl nodded and happily replied, “Ok. I’ll go ask him.” She then skipped down the hallway, calling out, “Tender, you’re girlfriend’s here!”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Tender Taps’s voice rang out. He then noticed Apple Bloom standing on the porch nervously. “Apple Bloom?” Tender Taps asked as he approached her. Apple Bloom found herself getting increasingly nervous.

“H-h-h-hi.” Apple Bloom said nervously. As much as the two had hit it off incredibly well, she wondered if it was indeed a horrible idea just barging into him like this.

She was pleasantly surprised when Tender Taps wrapped her in a massive hug. “Apple Bloom, what are you doing here?” Tender Taps enthusiastically asked.

“Well, Ah was in the neighborhood…” Apple Bloom began as Tender Taps released her from his embrace. “Ah was wondering if you wanted to hang out?” she asked, far less nervous but now somewhat flustered. As Tender Taps began to ponder over the offer, Apple Bloom continued, “Well, Ah mean if you don’t have any plans.”

“Sure!” Tender Taps replied enthusiastically. “Just let me tell my parents and get my bike.” As he departed into the house again, he called out, “Mom, you mind if I go out with a friend for a little bit?” From somewhere she couldn’t see, Apple Bloom heard a woman’s voice reply, “Ok sweetie, just don’t be out too long.”

After a few minutes, Tender taps returned with a bicycle helmet and asked, “So, any ideas?”

“And stay out!” Brawn as Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were shooed out of his gym. They barely set foot inside when Brawn noticed them looking around and forced the duo out. He had made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t allow “Spies” on his property, and said if they didn’t leave, he would call Officer Barricade.

“Well, that could have gone worse.” Tender Taps tried to lift Apple Bloom’s spirits. “I mean I hear that guy usually just slugs you in the chest if he has a problem with you.”

“Ah guess.” Apple Bloom replied dejectedly. “Guess ya just can’t win ‘em all.” As She and Tender Taps mounted their bikes, Apple Bloom asked, “So, there anywhere in town where we won’t get thrown out?”

“Well…” Tender Taps began. “I can think of one place.” He then began to grin cheekily. “You ever hear of the golden lagoon?”

“The golden lagoon?” Apple Bloom asked. “Ah ain’t ever heard of that. Is it like a fancy club or somethin’?” Tender Taps replied, “Oh heck no. The golden lagoon is sort of this lake, or pond, just north of town. I’ve been there a few times with my family, and when the sun hits it just right, the water looks like it’s melted gold.”

“Whoa.” Apple Bloom said in amazement. “That sounds kinda nice.” Tender Taps then offered, “In that case, follow me. You’re gonna love it.”

“Oh mah goodness!” Apple Bloom was stunned speechless. After a good half hour of peddling, Tender Taps had led her to an absolutely amazing sight. Right over a hill was a body of water too small to be a lake yet too large to be a pond. Surrounding it was a field of what looked like the softest grass Apple Bloom had ever felt, and all of it enclosed by a beautiful forest of pine trees. All in all, it looked like a paradise.

“My dear…” Tender Taps began, putting on an exaggerated accent that reminded Apple Bloom of Rarity. “This is the golden lagoon. I know what you’re thinking…” He began to straighten himself out, as if he were going to go on a long winded spiel before continuing, “I don’t know why they call it a lagoon either. I think it’s just because it sounds cooler than golden pond.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start laughing at his sudden change in tone. “That’s pretty funny.” She said in between bursts of laughter.

As the two teens began to make their way to the water, Apple Bloom asked, “So, you know how to skip stones?” Tender Taps began to nervously scratch his neck as he replied, “Not really.”

Apple Bloom proceeded to take one of the stones on the shore, a small round one, and began to explain, “Well, you find a stone like this, and with a good flick of the wrist…” She then managed to flick the stone across the water, the stone managing to skip three times before it finally disappeared beneath the waves. Tender Taps could only reply, “That was awesome!”

Before either Apple Bloom or Tender Taps could say anything else, they heard the sound of a small vehicle from behind them. When they turned around, they saw a white and blue buggy roll past them.

“Who’s that?” Apple Bloom asked, finding herself worried that whoever this was had followed her from town. Considering how Brawn had chased them out of his gym, it wouldn’t be that surprising.

Once the buggy parked, two people emerged from it. One was a blue man with a light gray work suit and goggles, and seemed to be enjoying himself. The other person was a girl roughly Apple Bloom and Tender Taps’s age. She had long, darker gray hair that covered half of her face, and wore a black leather jacket, a light gray dress that went down to her knees, and black hiking boots.

After a few seconds, Tender Taps realized who it was and called out, “Hey Beachcomber!” The blue man noticed he and his passenger were not alone and replied, “Hey kid, what brings you all the way out here?” Tender Taps replied, “Apple Bloom and I wanted to hang out somewhere, but town isn’t the friendliest place right now.”

Apple Bloom gulped as Beachcomber noticed her and began to walk over towards her. A few seconds passed, and Apple Bloom began to feel sweat drip down her forehead.

Then Beachcomber extended his hand as he calmly and warmly introduced himself. “Well hey there. Put ‘er there little lady. The name’s Beachcomber.” His voice was silky smooth, almost like he was a celebrity or a lounge singer.

“Uh, Ah’m Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom said somewhat skeptically. “It’s nice to meet ya.”

Beachcomber then playfully remarked, “I must say, you don’t seem to look like a world class spy.” Apple Bloom could only let out a guilty laugh as she replied, “Considerin’ everybody else in town knows, Ah should have figured you’d know as well.”

The trio then heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. Beachcomber turned to see his passenger waiting for him, digging tools firmly grasped in her hands. Beachcomber called out to her, “I’ll be right there.” He then turned to Apple Bloom and Tender Taps as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry to cut this short, but we got some work to do.”

“Wait.” Apple Bloom said. She then asked, “Would it be alright if we helped out?” She then turned to Tender Taps and asked, “You wanna help Mr. Beachcomber?” Tender Taps simply shrugged as he replied, “Well, we’re already here, so why not?”

Beachcomber pondered for a moment before he replied, “Well, we’d sure appreciate the help.” He then turned to face his companion and called out, “Hey Marble, we’re gonna have a little help today.”

The girl noticed that the other two kids were walking up to her with Beachcomber and began to nervously look away as she blushed. As they arrived, Beachcomber asked, “So Marble, anything you’d like to say?”

Marble, who Apple Bloom and Tender Taps noticed was hiding her face behind her long hair, simply gave a meek wave of her hand and very quietly said, “Hi.”

“Howdy there!” Apple Bloom happily greeted her. She extended her hand and continued, “Ah’m Apple Bloom.” Tender Taps then introduced himself. “Hello there. I’m Tender Taps.”

Marble simply looked at the two and began to, if Apple Bloom’s eyes and ears weren’t deceiving her, start breathing very quickly. It was as if she were going to start hyperventilating.

“Hey now Marble.” Beachcomber said as he wrapped Marble in a gentle hug. He then turned to Tender Taps and Apple Bloom as he explained, “Sorry about that. This is my assistant and protégé, Marble Pie. She has really bad anxiety and isn’t the best around groups.”

Pie. That name was oh so familiar to Apple Bloom. It was Pinkie Pie’s family name, and she remembered the party girl once mentioned that her family was almost as wide spread as the Apple Family. The only question was, how close was Marble to the others?

Beachcomber interrupted her train of thought. “Hey there, Tender if you’ll come with me, we’re gonna go gather some soil samples. Marble, You and Apple Bloom start looking for anything peeking through the soil.” Tender Taps nodded and grabbed some of the instruments as he followed Beachcomber off towards the forest.

This left Apple Bloom alone with Marble. As Marble began to inspect the ground, looking for something, Apple Bloom asked, “So, what are we lookin for?”

“Fossils.” Marble quietly answered, her eyes continuing to scour the shore. This caught Apple Bloom’s attention.

“Fossils? As in Dinosaurs?” Apple Bloom asked in amazement. “Ya mean there’s like a dinosaur here?”

Marble simply nodded yes with a somewhat quiet, “Mmh.” Apple Bloom suddenly found herself walking across the “lagoon’s” shore as she began to scour the ground, hoping she could find something.

After a few minutes, Apple Bloom heard the sound of Marble clearing her throat from behind her. She turned to see Marble standing with her hand on her hip, a somewhat mischievous smile on her face. The gray girl said, “You don’t know what you’re looking for, are you?”

“Well, other than a dinosaur bone, not really.” Apple Bloom replied. Marble let out an (admittedly cute) chuckle as she replied, “For starters, they won’t be bones anymore.” She then motioned to Apple Bloom to come over to her. When the farm girl made her way over to her, Marble pulled something out of her jacket; a stone that resembled some kind of tooth.

“This is the tooth of an Entelodont.” Marble said. “As you can see, it’s as hard as stone. That’s because mineral rich water seeped into it when it was buried and replaced organic matter when it died.” Apple Bloom was amazed, especially since the girl who, for at least the previous ten minutes had been quiet and withdrawn, was starting to come out of her shell, even if she was keeping her voice down to just louder than a whisper.

“That’s amazin’!” Apple Bloom replied. Marble Pie simply nodded and released another, “Mmh.” Apple Bloom then began to eye the ground around her and asked, “So, where are the fossils?”

Marble simply gave the “I don’t know” shrug. Apple Bloom simply let out a gentle laugh as she replied, “Guess we better get searchin’.”

“Hey there, you find anything?” Beachcomber asked as he and Tender Taps returned from collecting soil samples. Apple Bloom, wiping the sweat from her forehead, replied, “Not really.” Marble simply held her head low and shook her head as she let out an audible sigh.

“Well now, no point fretting over something we can’t control.” Beachcomber replied. He then offered, “Well, since we have everything we need, Marble and I were planning on doing a picnic. You kids want to join us?” Tender Taps immediately replied, “Really? Thank you sir.” Tender Taps replied.

Apple Bloom was somewhat taken back by this random generosity. “Uh, Ah mean…” She began somewhat nervously. “Ah don’t want to inconvience you guys.” Beachcomber rested his hand on Apple Bloom’s shoulder as he replied, “Hey kid, you and your friend have been a great help today. If anything, consider it my gift to you.” After a few seconds of consideration, Apple Bloom simply shrugged and answered, “Sure, why not?”

“Wow, this is amazin’!” Apple Bloom complimented as she prepared to take another bite of her macaroni and cheese. Beachcomber hadn’t lied when he said he brought enough for all four of the group, as it seemed he had prepared enough to consider it a small feast.

“Thank you. I do aim to please.” Beachcomber replied as he took a sip from his drink. “I always say that we are all one with the universe.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start giggling when she heard that. Marble then added, “Don’t mind him, he’s always like this.”

Beachcomber then added, “That’s rich coming from you Marble. Besides, I’ve noticed you’re a little more open than you usually are.” Marble then began to blush as she took a bite from her sandwich. Tender Taps then asked, “You know Marble, now that I think about it, I’ve seen you a few times around town, but you’re always hiding in the shadows or avoiding everyone.” Marble began to look away in shame, unable to respond.

Then, Marble asked, “Beachcomber, mind if I go for a walk?” Beachcomber nodded yes, and Marble rose to her feet as she began to walk away, though not before she muttered a quiet, “Excuse me.”

Once Marble had left, Beachcomber let out a sigh as he said, “Well now, at least she’s making progress.” Apple Bloom and Tender Taps gave each other looks of confusion as the former asked, “As in with her anxiety?”

“Exactly.” Beachcomber replied. “Marble has been getting better. When she first arrived after I chose her to be my protégé, she could barely step outside without hyperventilating. But she’s been making a lot of progress, and now she can at least go into town on her own and at least not have a panic attack.”

Apple Bloom found that she had lost her appetite. She knew that Fluttershy had been known for her own shyness and anxiety, but compared to Marble she was practically a party animal. She had only known Marble for a few hours and could already tell she was barely able to handle a small group. And yet, she was trying to at least put up a good front, something she could respect.

It was then that Apple Bloom noticed that Marble had made it towards a pier on the lagoon. “Ah’m gonna go check on her.” Apple Bloom said as she stood up. Tender Taps was about to rise as well, but Beachcomber asked him, “Well then, in that case, would you mind helping me clean up Tender?” Tender Taps let out a resigned chuckle as he answered, “Sure.”

Marble was exactly where Apple Bloom figured where she was; sitting at the edge of the small pier, dangling her feet over the edge. Apple Bloom began to walk over to her, nervous about how creaky the pier was.

“This pier is over fifty years old.” Marble said out of the blue, not even turning her head. Apple Bloom let out a gentle laugh as she replied, “Ah can tell.” After a few more seconds of awkward silence, Apple Bloom began to speak again. “Ah just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.” Marble replied. “I just needed a few moments alone.” Apple Bloom let out a sigh of relief as she said, “That’s good. Wouldn’t want you havin’ a….”

“Another panic attack?” Marble asked as she turned her head to face Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom let out a nervous breath as she replied, “Yeah. Beachcomber told us you and anxiety. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

Then, as Marble let out a giggle as she said something Apple Bloom figured she would have said eventually.

“You know, you’re not as bad as Pinkie said you were.”

Apple Bloom let out a guilty laugh as she replied, “So you are Pinkie’s sister Ah take it?” Marble rose to her feet as she replied, “I take it the “Pie” in Marble Pie didn’t give it away?” Both girls couldn’t help but start laughing, as it seemed they realized they had figured out who the other was.

Marble then began to speak. “Pinkie Texted me a few weeks ago, saying that you were being sent here. She told me to be careful around you.” Apple Bloom let out a resigned sigh as she replied, “Ah don’t blame her. Ah’m not proud of what Ah did.” She then made her way to the edge of the pier and sat down, taking in the sun as it began to approach its zenith.

It was then that Apple Bloom noticed something. The sunlight was pouring into the “lagoon”, turning the water from its normal blue to a brilliant gold. As Marble sat down next to her, Apple Bloom asked, “So, this why they call it the “golden” lagoon?” Marble simply nodded yes. Apple Bloom turned her attention back to the “lagoon” and continued, “Well, it sure is pretty.”

After a few minutes of just taking in the beauty of the “lagoon”, Apple Bloom turned to Marble and began to speak. “Look, Ah know you have every reason not to trust me, but if you’ll let me, Ah’d like to be your friend.” Marble hesitated for a moment, but she eventually extended her hand towards Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom was about to reciprocate the gesture, but Marble pulled her hand back and, to Apple Bloom’s surprise, sternly warned, “Don’t shake unless you promise you won’t stab me in the back.”

Apple Bloom knew what she had to do. As she made an “x” motion over her chest, she said, “Cross mah heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in mah eye.” Marble’s eyes lit up as she recognized the familiar motions and phrase of the pinkie promise, and, rather than extend her hand again, wrapped Apple Bloom in a hug, a hug that Apple Bloom returned.

Tender Taps then began to walk up to Apple Bloom and Marble. “Hey guys, what’s up?” He asked. Apple Bloom and Marble rose to their feet as the former gleefully answered, “Ah think Ah’ve just made a new friend!” Marble simply nodded as she let out a quiet, “Mmh.”

“Awesome!” Tender Taps said enthusiastically. He then made his way up to Marble and extended his own hand as he said, “Any friend of Apple Bloom is a friend of mine.” Marble hesitated for a moment, her shyness and nervousness taking over for a moment before she returned the favor and gave him a handshake.

When they’d finished, Tender couldn’t help but do a little jig in celebration. As he began to dance, however, the dock began to creak. Marble stepped towards him as she cried out, “Wait, the pier is unstable! It might…..”

She was interrupted when the pier gave way, sending her, Apple Bloom, and Tender Taps crashing into the water. As Tender Taps managed to swim up to the surface, Apple Bloom and Marble gave him somewhat miffed looks. “Heh, sorry guys.” Tender Taps said nervously as he gulped.

Apple Bloom managed to paddle over to him and allowed herself to partially submerge into the water. she shot a simple, yet meanacing glare as Tender Taps gulped, worried what was going to happen.

Then Apple Bloom, with a cheeky smile, spat a small stream of water into Tender Taps’s face. Tender simply replied, “That is disgusting.” Apple Bloom continued her smug smile as Marble began to laugh, a far stronger laugh than she had done earlier that day, and possibly than any other time in her life.

“Well then…” Tender Taps said as he grew a cheeky smile on his face as, to everyone’s surprise, he splashed Marble with water. Marble, feeling that she had been challenged, began splashing Tender Taps, as well as a few splashes towards Apple Bloom.

Soon, the three teens were splashing each other and having fun. However, as the sun began to set, the small group found someone standing over them.

“Hey there.” Beachcomber began. “It’s about time we headed home. Ready to go Marble?”

“Ok.” Marble said meekly. As the kids made their way out of the water, Marble turned to Apple Bloom and Tender Taps, said, “Today was a good day. I’d like to hang out again sometime.”

“Same here.” Apple Bloom replied. “Ah’d like to hang out as well. Besides, you two might need some help on a future project or somethin’.” Both girls exchanged hugs as Marble turned to leave with Beachcomber, and soon both were departing.

“Today was amazin’!” Apple Bloom said as she and Tender Taps walked their bikes down the road into town. She couldn’t help but feel incredible, especially how they had befriended someone as anti-social as Marble Pie.

“It really was.” Tender Taps replied. “You know what the best part was?” He asked in a voice that combined both confidence and nervousness. Apple Bloom turned to him and asked, “Was it the swim?”

“Being with you.” Tender Taps admitted before he realized both he and Apple Bloom were blushing. He then began to stammer. “What I… I…. m-m-m-m-mean is th-th-th-that you’re a good person to hang out with.”

Apple Bloom, her face still a little red, replied, “Well, Ah think you’re cool to be around too.” Both teens let out sighs, content with the other’s answers.

Soon enough, though, they arrived at Tender Taps’s home. The boy turned to Apple Bloom and said, “So, guess I’ll see you later?” Apple Bloom let out a resigned sigh as she answered, “Ah guess so.” They then wrapped each other in a long, big hug. Tender Taps then said, “Take care Apple Bloom. Stay out of trouble.” Apple Bloom replied, “You too. Try not to break anything.” Both kids couldn’t help but laugh as they went their separate ways.

As Apple Bloom pedaled home, she couldn’t help but feel like today was a good day. She’d been able to hang out with Tender Taps, who she now considered her best friend, she made a new friend in Marble Pie, and perhaps the best part, she didn’t feel horrible when she mentioned her past. Sure, she was soaking wet, and she still regretted the Anon-A-Miss incident and probably would for the rest of her life, but she didn’t want to beat herself up for it anymore.

As the chop-shop came into sight, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but wonder, “Ah wonder what uncle Ironhide needs me to do tomorrow?”

Author's Notes:

Next Time; a new twist on a familiar face

I Don't Break Rules

Apple Bloom never realized that old engine parts could be so heavy. She had been sent to deliver some engine parts, courtesy of an old sedan that had been “donated” late one night, and Ironhide had sold several of the pieces to Knockout. Apple Bloom had, naturally, volunteered to deliver the pieces, and though they fit snuggly when they were fastened to the back of her bike in a box, they weighed the bike down, forcing her to peddle harder than normal.

It had been two and half weeks since she arrived in Allspark Wells, and Apple Bloom felt that the locals were starting to soften up to her. Where they had once been skeptical and outright hostile, now many were starting to treat her with a general indifference. While it was hardly a queen’s welcome, Apple Bloom found this indifference to be surprisingly intoxicating. It meant they no longer treated her with the contempt of earlier, and it almost felt like a weird form of acceptance.

After a good, hard trek, Apple Bloom managed to arrive at her destination; Knockout’s workshop. He and his boyfriend Breakdown had been among the first in town to show Apple Bloom hospitality, and she figured their company was worth the particularly strenuous journey.

Once she had arrived, Apple Bloom parked her bike and undid the rope holding the package on tight. With the heavy package in her hand, she approached the door to the workshop.

She knocked on the door. There was no response. “Huh. That’s odd.” Apple Bloom said to herself before knocking again. Once again, there was no response, just an eerie silence. As the seconds marched on, Apple Bloom said to herself, “Ok, something’s goin’ on.”

Apple Bloom’s train of thought was interrupted by the door suddenly opening. Breakdown emerged, a baseball bat held firmly in his hands as he angrily asked, “What the hell do you want you ruffian?”

“Uh…” Apple Bloom nervously replied. “Ah have somethin’ for you guys.” This was a terrifying change of mood, especially with how friendly Breakdown had been. Maybe he was only friendly because Chromia was there?

Then, another voice, this one raspy deep, spoke out from inside the shop, called out, “Breakdown, what’s going on there” Breakdown backed away as he replied, “We have a visitor. Kid in overalls with red hair.”

Before Apple Bloom could reply, Breakdown was gently pushed out of the way by Knockout. “Well, look what we have here?” The pale, red haired man playfully teased Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom, starting to sweat, extended the box to the older man as she replied, “Uncle Ironhide said these were for you.”

As Knockout accepted the box, he replied, “Oh my, this is heavy. These must be those engine parts I bought.” Apple Bloom then asked, “Yeah. Why do you guys need all these anyway?” Knock out was going to reply, but he noticed the sweat falling from her brow and replied, “Come on in kid. I’ll tell ya over a glass of water.”

Apple Bloom was surprised by how homely the kitchen was. It wasn’t that different from Ironhide’s, with the biggest difference being several plates, glasses, and pieces of silverware in the sink. As she took a glass and poured herself a glass of water, Knockout explained, “To answer your question, Breakdown and I got a job for some big fella to trick out his engine.” Breakdown then added, “Sadly, we don’t have the parts on hand. Luckily your uncle offered the parts we needed.” Knockout then cheekily added, “And at a good price too.”

“Ooh.” Apple Bloom said in amazement as she took a sip of water. Knockout then pulled a few bills out of his wallet as he said, “By the way, your uncle will want these.” He then gave the bills to Apple Bloom, who was surprised to see it was a fifty and two twenty dollar bills. “That should be enough for the engine parts.” Knockout added. He then cheekily said, “You won’t go and spend all of it, will you?”

“Ah won’t.” Apple Bloom replied as she gave Knockout a knowing wink. “Uncle Ironhide counts all the money from deliveries, so he’d know if Ah took anythin’.” Breakdown let out an exaggerated sigh as he remarked, “Keeping the kid on a tight leash, good call.” Knockout made his way up to his boyfriend as he added, “Sometimes people need a short leash.”

It was at that moment that the revving of a motorcycle caught everyone’s attention. As the sound grew louder, Knockout continued, “People like her for starters.”

“People like who?” Apple Bloom asked. Knockout released a gentle sigh as he replied, “Sideswipe. You’d like her. She’s a good kid, if a little wild.” That was certainly an…. Interesting prospect.

For a moment, Apple Bloom didn’t know who exactly she was looking at. Perched on a red motorcycle was someone Apple Bloom hadn’t ever seen before. They wore a red leather jacket, a black tank top, dark gray pants, and black biker boots. Apple Bloom couldn’t see their face, as this mystery person wore a black biker’s helmet with a spike on each side of the top.

Then, as the bike’s engines faded away, the person removed their helmet, revealing a young woman’s face with a black bob cut. She didn’t seem too much older than Apple Bloom, probably only a few years older.

The girl noticed Apple Bloom and, as she rose from her bike, said, “Well, I didn’t expect Anon-A-Miss around here.” Apple Bloom let out an embarrassed chuckle as she replied, “Heya. Ah’m Apple Bloom.” The girl extended her arm as she introduced herself. “The name’s Sideswipe.”

“So….” Apple Bloom’s eyes drifted to the motorcycle as she nervously said, “That’s a…. Uh…. A nice bike.” Sideswipe strutted over to Apple Bloom and, to the latter’s surprise, wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Yup. Made her myself.” Sideswipe boasted. “Put her together over the course of a month. Granted, it was while managing school, otherwise I would have done it in three days.”

“Really?” Apple Bloom asked somewhat skeptically. Sideswipe playfully rolled her eyes as she quipped, “Oh you poor unbeliever.” She then made her way over to the bike and began to explain, “For starters, most bikes usually go around a hundred miles per hour at most, but this girl goes up to two hundred. She can go on one wheel longer than any bike in the world, and she’s louder than thunder and lightning combined.”

It was then that Knockout asked, “Speaking of the noise, we heard you got a few complaints from the neighbors about you making noise.” Sideswipe lazily rolled her eyes as she replied, “Hey, I never make more noise than legally allowed.”

Apple Bloom noticed the way Sideswipe worded her response and asked, “Wait, you’ve been causing trouble?” Sideswipe wrapped her arm around Apple Bloom again and replied, “Don’t worry, I don’t break rules. I just bend them.” She then paused for a moment before she continued, “….A lot.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but begin laughing. Sideswipe noticed this as she added, “I think we’re gonna get along just nicely.”

However, Apple Bloom noticed the clock, and that it was getting late. “Oh mah goodness!” She cried out. “Ah gotta go.” As she rushed to pick up her bike helmet, she turned to Breakdown and Knockout as she said, “See you guys.” As the two older men gave her a confirming nod, she refocused her attention on Sideswipe as she said, “Nice meetin’ ya Sideswipe.”

“Nice meeting you too Apple Bloom.” Sideswipe replied as Apple Bloom departed the building. Once she was gone, Knockout let out a playful sigh as he said, “So, what do you need today?” Sideswipe simply shrugged as she replied, “Just stopping by.”

As Apple Bloom entered the door, Ironhide asked, “Welcome back Apple Bloom. You have the money from Knockout?” Apple Bloom made her way up to her uncle as she pulled the cash out of her overall’s front pocket.

“It’s right here Uncle Ironhide.” As she handed him the money, she added, “Ah made a new friend today.” Ironhide tilted his head as he asked, “Really? Who is it?”

“This girl named Sideswipe.” Apple Bloom replied. Ironhide’s friendly expression on his face slowly began to morph into a concerned look Apple Bloom noticed this and asked, “Uh, there a problem?”

“Not really.” Ironhide replied as he realized Apple Bloom noticed he was now somewhat concerned. “Well, it’s that Sideswipe has a bit of a reputation as a reckless trouble maker, and I don’t want you getting roped into any of her dumb ideas.”

Apple Bloom gave her uncle a confused look as she replied, “Ah see.” Ironhide then made his way up to her and rested a hand on her shoulder as he continued, “Don’t worry, I don’t have anything against her. Sideswipe is a good kid, just a little wild.”

From behind the two, Chromia’s voice rang out. “If you two are done, dinner’s ready.” Apple Bloom was about to say something, but when she felt her stomach rumble, she replied, “Alright. Be right there aunt Chromia.” Ironhide let out a gentle laugh as he added, “I don’t know about you, but I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”

Apple Bloom let out a gentle laugh as she and Ironhide made their way to wash their hands, followed by a good dinner.

Apple Bloom awoke to something she never thought would wake her up at the Chop Shop; the revving of a motorcycle’s engines. “What in tarnation?” Apple Bloom asked herself as she rose from her bed, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up.

As she exited her room to see what it was, she was greeted by Ironhide, who was also still clad in his pajamas and struggling awake. He turned to face his niece as he asked, “Kid, you know anybody who would be up this early in the morning?” Apple Bloom let out a yawn as she replied, “Considerin’ the bike, Ah might have one idea.”

From outside, a vaguely familiar voice called out, “Hello there. Apple Bloom? Mr. Ironhide?” Apple Bloom and Ironhide both sighed as they, in perfect synchronization, muttered, “Sideswipe.”

Ironhide and Apple Bloom had to practically throw their clothes on, latter only having one overall strap attached and her hair in an absolute mess. As Apple Bloom made her way over to the shop door, she heard the sound of somewhat knocking at the door. Unlocking and opening the door, Apple Bloom wasn’t surprised to see Sideswipe, who looked just as chipper and energetic as ever.

“Hey Apple Bloom!” Sideswipe greeted Apple Bloom as she grabbed her hand and shook it firmly, if not violently. “Fine morning, isn’t it?”

“Sideswipe.” Apple Bloom said, making her exhaustion very evident. “It’s six-thirty in the mornin’. What do ya want?” Sideswipe stepped into the store, sidestepping Apple Bloom as she began, “I need a new set of handlebars, and I figured this was the best place to find one.” Apple Bloom just gave Sideswipe a confused look as she simply answered, “Wut?”

It was then that Ironhide entered the shop front as he asked, “Sideswipe, you do know we’re not open yet, right?” Sideswipe shrugged and replied, “My bad. Sorry, guess I’m just a morning person.” Ironhide then pointed to the door as he said, “Go. We’ll open in an hour or so, and then we’ll see what we can do for you.”

Sideswipe simply nodded as she genuflected and replied, “Okie dokie. Be back in a flash.” She then departed the store front, and Apple Bloom and Ironhide were “Blessed” with the sudden sound of motorcycle engines roaring before fading, signaling that Sideswipe had left. Apple Bloom turnred to face her uncle as she quipped, “Ah think Ah see what you mean about her being a bit energetic.”

Right to the minute, Sideswipe returned exactly one hour later. Apple Bloom and the others had luckily been able to finish getting ready as well as eat a hearty breakfast, figuring they would need all the energy they could get. As much as her energy had proven to be a major irritant, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find it both endearing and a little intoxicating.

As Sideswipe barged through the doors, she cheered out, “The fun has returned.” Apple Bloom let out an annoyed sigh as she replied, “Good to see you too.” The perky girl in the red jacket made her way up to Apple Bloom and asked, “So, where would someone like me find a good set of handlebars?”

“Oh my goodness.” Sideswipe said in amazement as Apple Bloom led her down the aisles of rusting vehicles. Ironhide had once said that they had “examples” of every known car, truck, bike, and every vehicle in between, and he certainly hadn’t lied. The two teens were now inspecting a pile of small vehicles, ranging from old motorcycles to old cars, all of which seemed to be at least forty years old.

“Now then….” Apple Bloom began as she and Sideswipe approached a few old military motorcycles. “Any of these suit your needs?” Sideswipe began to inspect the old bikes. After a few moments, she found an old bike in surprisingly good condition.

“This one is perfect!” Sideswipe exclaimed excitedly, almost like a child allowed to pick out a doll at the toy store. “The handlebars on this one are perfect.” She then began to reach over to the base of the handlebars as she pulled a few wrenches out of her crimson coat.

As Sideswipe began to unscrew the handlebars, Apple Bloom noticed how quickly and effectively she was accomplishing the task. If she didn’t know better, she would think it was second nature.

Apple Bloom then asked, “So, Ah noticed you seem to know how to remove the handlebars?” Sideswipe, without even flinching or even looking up, replied, “Things like this are my passion. I’ve been fascinated by mechanics since I was a little girl.” She paused for a moment before she turned to face Apple Bloom and continued. “My brother Sun Streaker was a bit of a priming pretty boy. He had the looks but was as dumb as a brick. Guess we balanced each other out.”

“Well, Ah think you’re rather pretty.” Apple Bloom complimented before she realized what she had said. Sideswipe noticed this and quipped, “Really, you think I’m pretty?” Apple Bloom nervously replied, “Well, Ah mean that you’re not ugly.” Sideswipe then gave Apple Bloom a playful nudge and replied, “I’m just messing with you. Don’t be so serious.”

As Apple Bloom let out a gentle laugh, Sideswipe returned to unscrewing the handlebars as she continued, “Besides, after dad had his breakdown and Sun Streaker ran off, I had to put bread on the table.”

“Wait, what?” Apple Bloom asked. “What do ya mean “Breakdown?”” Sideswipe turned back around and replied, “Oh I forgot to mention, my dad suffered a mental breakdown a few years back. Mom didn’t have much in the way of “applicable” talents.” She then turned back to her the bike and, as she finished removing the final handlebar, continued her story, “Of course it was around this time that Sun Streaker ran off to start his modeling career. Haven’t heard from him since.”

Now Apple Bloom realized something. “If your dad had his breakdown, you’re mom couldn’t do much, and you’re brother just ran off, then…..” it slowly dawned on Apple Bloom. As she began to think, Sideswipe interrupted her train of thought.

“Yeah, can’t do much in school when you’re doing odd jobs around town.” Sideswipe replied as she rose to her feet. Apple Bloom then began, “But…. That means….” Sideswipe raised her hand as she replied, “Yes, I dropped out, big whoopity doo.”

It was almost impossible to comprehend, but it seems that it was true. Sideswipe, the girl Apple Bloom had just met and who seemed to be surprisingly intelligent, was a high school dropout.

“Whah?” Apple Bloom said absolutely flabbergasted. “But, why would ya do that?” Sideswipe let out a slightly annoyed sigh as she replied, “Like I said, dad has a mental breakdown, brother runs off, so it’s up to me to support the family.”

The fact that Sideswipe said this so nonchalantly, so bluntly, as if it were as mundane as if she were stating her hair color was just…. Apple Bloom didn’t know how to react to that.

That was when Sideswipe made her way up to Apple Bloom and rested her arm on the latter’s shoulder as she continued, “Hey, don’t worry about me. Besides, the whole town knows about it, so they’re all willing to offer me a few odd jobs.”

“Ah guess.” Apple Bloom replied somewhat dejectedly. “But, Ah mean, just throwin’ your chances of, well, bein’ somethin’ great away doesn’t seem like a good plan.”

“Hey, it’s not like I’m skimping on the important things.” Sideswipe said as she pulled a small notebook out and handed it to Apple Bloom. The former farmhand opened it and was surprised to see that each page was filled with mathematical equations. Sideswipe then continued, “I’d like to say I’m not an idiot, so I’ve been teaching myself whenever I can.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but say, “Guess you’ve at least thought everythin’ out.” Sideswipe then playfully quipped, “Certainly thought it out more than you have Anon-A-Miss.” When Apple Bloom gave Sideswipe a disapproving look, the latter apologized, “Sorry about that. Guess I have a bit of a mouth.” Apple Bloom let out a gentle laugh as she replied, “Don’t worry. Guess Ah just gotta get used to it eventually.”

It was then that the two girls heard the sound of rumbling from behind them. Apple Bloom asked, “What’s goin’ on?” As the two girls began to look around them, the rumbling continued to grow louder and louder. As Apple Bloom began to look around the ground, Sideswipe’s eyes rose up to one of the piles of scrap, only to see it was starting to teeter their direction. Not hesitating, Sideswipe grabbed Apple Bloom by her overalls and pulled her away.

“Hey, what was that for?” Apple Bloom asked somewhat angrily. Before Sideswipe could answer, the pile of scrap fell onto the row of bicycles, with the one the two girls had been working around right in the center of the disaster.

“Whoa.” Apple Bloom muttered as she realized what could have happened to her. Sideswipe then rested her arm on Apple Bloom’s shoulder as she playfully quipped, “You’re welcome.”

She was certainly surprised by Apple Bloom wrapping her arms around her in a massive hug. Apple Bloom began to enthusiastically say, “Oh thank you Sideswipe! Ah don’t know how to make this up to ya.” Sideswipe simply replied, “For starters, you mind letting me go? It’s getting kinda hard to breathe.”

At this moment, Ironhide and Wheeljack ran up to the two, both men absolutely terrified. Ironhide immediately cried out, “Apple Bloom, Sideswipe, you girls ok!?” As he wrapped Apple Bloom in a massive embrace, Wheeljack asked, “What in the name of Cybertron happened?”

Apple Bloom answered, “First, ya mind releasin’ me?” Ironhide oblidged as he released his niece. After catching her breath, Apple Bloom continued, “Well, as Sideswipe was removin’ some handlebars from one of the motorcycles, a pile of junk came crashin’ down on us.” She then turned to Sideswipe as she continued, “She pulled me away just in time.”

“Really?” Ironhide asked. Sideswipe nodded as she replied, “It was nothing.” Ironhide walked up to Sideswipe as he replied, “I don’t think saving Apple Bloom from getting hurt is “nothing”.” He then asked, “So, how about you stay for dinner?”

“My compliment to the chef.” Sideswipe complimented Ironhide as she took a bite from the meatloaf. As a thank you for what happened, Ironhide prepared what could only be described as a small feast in Sideswipe’s honor. While Apple Bloom couldn’t help but still feel nervous regarding how close the junk pile had been, she had to admit it wasn’t much different from being mind controlled by a demonic Sunset Shimmer or falling under the Siren’s spell.

As Apple Bloom took a bite from her mashed potatoes, she asked Sideswipe, “So, do your parents know about you stayin’ a bit?” Sideswipe immediately replied, “I sent a text message and left a recording on the answering machine.” As she took a sip from her drink, she continued, “Dad’s probably convinced I’m going behind his back.”

Chromia then asked, “Red Alert still having trouble?” Apple Bloom then asked, “Wait, you guys know about… well….. her dad?” Ratchet replied, “Allspark Wells is a pretty close knit town. It’s why we all offer Sideswipe here odd jobs after she dropped out.” He then turned to Sideswipe and continued, “Which I still feel was a poor decision on your part.”

Apple Bloom felt her heart sink. She knew that, thanks to Wheeljack, the whole town knew about the Anon-A-Miss incident, but this was a reminder that she wasn’t the only one who that applied to. Sideswipe noticed her new friend’s mood change and gave her a playful nudge.

“Hey Apple Bloom, don’t worry about me. I always find a way to make it out.” Apple Bloom just let out a nervous, “I hope so.”

Wheeljack then spoke up, “Hey, Sideswipe here can put jeep together in two hours with one hand tied behind her back.” Sideswipe found herself blushing as she replied, “Well, maybe not THAT skilled.” Apple Bloom added, “Yeah, you removed those handlebars like it was nothin’.”

“Wait, you were removing something on your own?” Ratchet asked. “You do know that we’re supposed to do that for the customers, right? It’s for your safety and to prevent thievery.”

Sideswipe let out a playful sigh as she replied, “I was going to pay for them. Besides, you know I don’t break rules, I just bend them.” Apple Bloom let out a deadpan, “A lot?” Sideswipe, Apple Bloom, and the others now found themselves laughing at the remark.

“Thanks again.” Apple Bloom said to Sideswipe. The older girl was mounting her bike as she prepared to leave. As she placed her helmet on her head, Sideswipe replied, “It was nothing Apple Bloom. We gotta do this again sometime.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but laugh as she quipped, “Maybe next time Ah’ll get mahself eaten by a mountain lion or somethin’.”

As the girls finished their laughing, Sideswipe said, “Well, I gotta go. See you later Apple Bloom.” With that, Sideswipe revved up her bike (the sudden sound making Apple Bloom cover her ears) and pulled out of the parking lot.

Once Sideswipe was gone, Ironhide made his way up to Apple Bloom as he said, “She’s a good kid. A lot like you.” Apple Bloom replied, “She is, if maybe a little enthusiastic.” They would have said more, but the rising moon told them it was time to head inside and get ready for bed. After all, every day was a busy day in Allspark Wells.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; If you want to fight with a rat, be prepared to fight dirty.

Happy Memorial Day/International Tap Dance Day.

To Fight With a Rat

Apple Bloom was awoken from her peaceful slumber by an unknown sound. At first, she thought that it was Wheeljack trying to wake her up with another one of his loud pranks (or rather just making loud noise). However, when she turned to see her alarm clock, she was surprised to see that it was only around Two A.M.

“What in tarnation?” Apple Bloom asked as she rose from her bed. She would have asked herself more, but was interrupted from her train of thought by Wheeljack as he cautiously opened the door, glancing all over her room. After a few awkward seconds, Apple Bloom asked, “Somethin’ wrong?”

“I was thinking that whatever is making that noise was in here.” He answered in a somewhat embarrassed tone. “Cleary, it is not.”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes as she said, “Ah think whatever it is, it’s in the garbage.” Wheeljack stood in the doorway for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders as he said, “Ok that makes sense.”

The sound from the garbage continued, and Apple Bloom and Wheeljack realized that whatever it was, it was digging deeper into their garbage. Apple Bloom suggested, “We better go deal with this little varmint.”

Apple Bloom and Wheeljack began to tip toe up to the corner of the shop, hoping to catch whatever was making all the ruckus in the act. “So kid.” Wheeljack asked. “You think this might be a raccoon or something?”

“Ah dunno.” Apple Bloom whispered. “It could be a skunk.” At the mere mention of a skunk, Wheeljack began to squirm at the mere mention of a skunk.

“Egh. I’d hate to get skunk piss on my jumpsuit.” Wheeljack said. Apple Bloom gave him a cheeky look as she quipped, “Ya know, Ah’ve never seen you wear anythin’ other than that jumpsuit of yours.”

Wheeljack then whispered, “I’ll have you know that this is a very fine…” he stopped himself when he realized Apple Bloom was giving him a, for lack of a better term, shit-eating grin. “Oh ha ha, very funny.” He then added, “In that case, since I’m already stinky enough, you go first.”

Apple Bloom could only sigh as she said, “Alright. Follow me.” She turned to the corner and made a hand motion signaling Wheeljack to follow her. As she made it to the corner, she peeked around, hoping to see either a raccoon, stray cat, or at worst a skunk or wolverine.

Instead, she found two human legs sticking out of the trash can. They were wearing scruffy blue jeans and two shoes similar to the ones Rainbow Dash wore, only far shorter and black where hers were blue. She couldn’t see much else, save for the pieces of trash being thrown all over the place.

Wheeljack then peaked over Apple Bloom’s shoulder, only to see the same sight she was witnessing. He then muttered to himself, “Oh boy. Here we go again.”

“Wait, what do ya mean “again”?!” Apple Bloom asked incredulously, only realizing too late how loud she actually was. When she turned back to the trash cans, she saw the person inside tumble down, taking the can with him.

From inside the can, she heard a voice call out, “Oh, for the love of gouda.” The voice was that of a teenager, probably around Apple Bloom’s age. “Sheesh, ya try to grab a bite to eat, and people start clammerin’ for ya to get lost.” He continued as he squirmed out of the trash can.

Apple Bloom now found herself standing before a teenager with brown skin, red eyes, buck teeth, silver hair, and a gray tee shirt that was clearly several sizes too big. He noticed that he was being watched as he quipped out loud, “Well now, Here I am bein’ spied on by Anon-A-Miss and her accomplice. I just feel heaps better knowin’ everyone is watchin’ over me.” Before Apple Bloom could say anything to counter him, he quickly, under his breath, muttered, “We’re all gonna die.”

From behind her, Apple Bloom heard footsteps. She and Wheeljack turned to see Ironhide, clearly annoyed. “Uncle Ironhide.” Apple Bloom said in surprise. At the mere mention of Ironhide’s name, the boy from the trash can began to quietly tip toe away.

Ironhide walked up to the boy and gave him a look that made his annoyance absolutely clear. The boy began to quickly explain, “Oh Mr. Ironhide. Look, I was out for a walk and saw somethin’ jump into your trash cans. I jumped in to try and catch it and stop it from throwin’ garbage all over the place and…..”

Ironhide raised a hand as he firmly, yet ironically warmly said, “Shut up Rattrap.” The boy let out a defeated sigh as he said, “Yes sir.” Ironhide then walked up to him and warmly said, “This is the third time you’ve been rummaging through my garbage. What have I told you about that?” Apple Bloom figured that Rattrap would say something along the lines of “Don’t do it.”

Instead, Rattrap replied, “That if I was hungry to just tell you or someone else?” Ironhide nodded and said, “Exactly. Follow me kid, I’ll see if I can whip you up something.”

Rattrap began to walk up to Ironhide, giving Apple Bloom a suspicious look. Apple Bloom gave him one in return, but stopped when Ironhide asked, “So Apple Bloom, since Rattrap here clearly woke you up, you in the mood for a midnight snack?” Apple Bloom simply shrugged and replied, “Ah guess so.” She then proceeded to follow Ironhide and Rattrap.

“Hold on now. Wait a minute.” Wheeljack said. “Who’s gonna get the trash?” Ironhide turned to him and said, “Now that you mention it, would you mind getting it?” As he and the kids entered the Chop Shop, Wheeljack simply sighed as he muttered to himself, “Me and my big mouth.”

When the trio entered the kitchen, Ironhide turned to Rattrap and said, “I’m gonna make us a few sandwiches, that ok?” Rattrap simply shrugged as he nodded. Ironhide then turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Anything you want on yours Apple Bloom?”

“Ah’m fine with anythin’.” Apple Bloom replied, now finally starting to wake up. Ironhide then turned to Rattrap and asked, “Any requests for you?” Rattrap shook his head, signaling that he was also fine with anything. Ironhide then made his way to the pantry as he pulled out a loaf of bread and gathered several pieces of bread.

As Ironhide continued to make the sandwiches, Rattrap turned To Apple Bloom and asked, “So, eh, it true you’re the one who was stealin’ everyone’s secrets over in Canterlot City?” Apple Bloom simply shrugged and, with a defeated sigh, replied, “Yeah. It’s a long story.” Rattrap replied, “Honestly, I never liked long stories, so I don’t think I need to know too much.” The fact that he had basically admitted that he didn’t care gave Apple Bloom a sense of relief.

That was until Rattrap suddenly grabbed Apple Bloom by her pajama collar and threatened, “But I’ll tell ya this. You EVER try anythin’ like that on me, and I’ll personally rearrange every square inch of ya!”

Apple Bloom managed to wrestle herself free and angrily retorted, “Ah ain’t gonna do anythin’ like that again!” Rattrap then replied, “Yeah well, forgive me if I don’t exactly buy that.”

Ironhide turned to face the two teenagers and said, “Knock it off you two!” Apple Bloom immediately backed down as Rattrap simply folded his arms and muttered to yourself, “If it’s not the spies with their eyes focused on ya, it’s the adults.”

Ironhide then explained, “Rattrap, I would appreciate it if you didn’t threaten my niece. I can assure you that if she causes any trouble, she’ll have to answer to me.” Rattrap nodded as he turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Hey, uh, sorry for snappin’ at ya. Guess I got a bit of a temper.” Apple Bloom replied, “It’s alright. Sorry about snappin’ at ya too.”

Ten minutes later, Ironhide, Rattrap, and Apple Bloom were seated at the kitchen table eating their midnight snack. Apple Bloom was unsettled by the sight of Rattrap wolfing down his sandwich, particularly the fact that it didn’t seem that he was chewing very much.

“So, uh, Rattrap…..” Apple Bloom began nervously. “What were you doin’ in the garbage?”

“Dumpster diving.” Rattrap replied nonchalantly. “Sometimes you’d be surprised what people take for granted.” He then stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed.

Ironhide then asked, “And what exactly were you looking for?” Rattrap hesitated for a moment before he nervously replied, “I was just lookin’, ya know?” Ironhide gave him a look that made it clear he didn’t buy his reason, leaving both Rattrap and Apple Bloom very unsettled.

After a few awkward moments, Rattrap sighed in resignation as he replied, “I was lookin’ for anything edible you guys might have thrown out.” Apple Bloom was stunned. Considering how scrawny he was, did this mean that he was…..

As soon as those words left Rattrap’s mouth, Ironhide sighed, worried that his worst fear had come true. He turned to Apple Bloom and asked, “Apple Bloom, would you mind giving us a few minutes?” Apple Bloom wanted to protest, but the look on her uncle’s face made it clear that that would not be an option. She then got up from the kitchen table and made her way to the workshop.

Apple Bloom was surprised to see Wheeljack had not only returned from cleaning up the garbage, but was now busy working on a transmission. “Uh, Wheeljack, shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” She asked. Wheeljack, without even looking back, replied, “Ah could say the same of you, kid.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed giggle since he was right. She then answered, “Well, Since Ah was up, Uncle Ironhide offered to make me and Rattrap a midnight snack.”

At the mention of that name, Wheeljack sighed and said, “Sometimes I worry about that kid.” Apple Bloom asked, “What do ya mean ya worry about him?” When Wheeljack turned around, Apple Bloom began to nervously reply, “What Ah mean is that you and Uncle Ironhide say that this isn’t the first time this is happened.”

Wheeljack made his way up to Apple Bloom and began to somberly speak, “Look, what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room.” Though he wasn’t trying to be intimidating, Apple Bloom knew that he was being absolutely serious, a rare sight from the normally jovial and energetic Wheeljack. She proceeded to perform the now familiar motions of the Pinkie Promise.

With the promise made, Wheeljack began to explain. “You see, none of us really know too much about Rattrap. We caught him dumpster diving about three months ago. The moment we saw him, we realized something was wrong. I mean, Rattrap is practically skin and bone.”

“Ah noticed.” Apple Bloom replied. “Ah mean, you’d think he was half starved.” Wheeljack shook his head as he solemnly replied, “Honestly I think he is. The last time we caught him here, his shirt slipped off, and to say his ribs were visible would be nothing short of an understatement.”

Then, from behind the two, they heard the sound of Rattrap’s voice call out, “I shoulda figured I’d be the talk of the town.” Apple Bloom felt a rush of shame overcome her as she said, “Ah’m sorry. Ah was just worried about ya.” Rattrap defiantly retorted, “Well for your information, I’d say I’m doin’ alright, and I don’t need some stinkin’ spy like you lookin’ over me like a hawk.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but give a glare at him, wondering if his friendliness earlier was simply a ruse.

It was then that Ironhide entered the workshop and said, “Since we’re all here, Rattrap will be spending the night. I’m not letting him wander the streets tonight.” Apple Bloom asked, “So, does this mean that Ah have to share mah bed?” Ironhide immediately replied, “Of course not.” He turned to Rattrap and explained, “Since this is the third time you went dumpster diving in our garbage, and since we don’t have a guest room anymore, I think the couch should suffice for tonight.”

Rattrap simply shrugged as he muttered to himself, “Better than nothin’.” Ironhide let out a relieved sigh as he began to speak again. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of, we should all get some sleep.” He then turned to Wheeljack as he continued, “Especially you Wheeljack. I notice you’re still wearing your jumpsuit.”

Wheeljack let out a guilty chuckle as he replied, “Heh heh. Sorry about that.” Apple Bloom chuckled as she let out a yawn. With that, Apple Bloom and Ironhide made their way to their rooms, Wheeljack departed to wherever he lurked, and Rattrap made his way to the living room, all hoping to enjoy a good night’s sleep.

Apple Bloom made her way down the stairwell and into the kitchen, only to be pleasantly surprised by the sight of Rattrap helping Chromia with preparing breakfast. “Howdy Rattrap. Sleep well?” She asked.

Rattrap shrugged as he replied, “Eh, about as well as ya can on a sofa.” He then made an exaggerated stretch as he continued, “I swear my back is killin’ me.”

Chromia then joined in the conversation. “Which you wouldn’t have had to if you’d snuck out. I mean, your parents must be worried.”

Apple Bloom noticed that Rattrap’s pupils shrunk as he began to speak again. “Yeah, about that. They’re probably not worried.” He was trying to act tough, almost like Scootaloo. However, knowing Scootaloo’s past, it usually meant she was hiding something, and she knew when someone was hiding something.

However, Chromia didn’t notice the subtle change in attitude and replied, “Well either way, I think they won’t mind you staying for breakfast.” With that, She and Rattrap resumed preparing breakfast, leaving Apple Bloom to ponder over her discovery.

After eating breakfast, Apple Bloom was tasked by Ironhide to escort Rattrap back into town. With her bike only able to seat one person, she found herself forced to walk, her bike being pulled with her. Ironhide would have given them a ride, but he and the others were busy finishing up Shockwave’s ores, and Chromia was busy fixing a truck.

And so, Apple Bloom found herself walking down the road towards town with Rattrap. As they walked, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but notice more of Rattrap’s attire. His shirt may have been gray, but there were smudges and stains all over it, his pants were torn at the knees and at the leg holes, and his shoes were incredibly dirty with the white toe and shoelaces dulled by dirt.

Rattrap noticed he was being eyed and remarked, “I know I ain’t much of a looker.” Apple Bloom nervously began to reply, “Ah… Ah was just….” Rattrap let out a gentle chuckle as he replied, “Don’t worry. I ain’t exactly one for fancy clothin’.”

“Ah know the feelin’.” Apple Bloom replied. “A friend of mah sister’s, Rarity, is a fashion designer. Every now an’ then, she’d rope me into modellin’ a few of her dresses.” She then felt herself blush a bit as she continued, “Honestly Ah prefer function over form.”

That was when Rattrap added, “Wait, wasn’t she the one who you posted those pictures of her and her friends messin’ around with a bunch of really tacky clothes?” Apple Bloom could only sigh and remark, “Yeah. Wasn’t mah best idea.”

Rattrap then replied, “Hey, I know a thing or two about dumb ideas. One time I was dumpster diving behind Brawn’s gym, and when one of the guys there tried to chase me off, I thought I could teach him a lesson.” He then gave a dramatic pause before he finished, “It didn’t end well.” His dead pan response was so hilarious that Apple Bloom couldn’t help but laugh.

Apple Bloom then said, “So, why do ya go dumpster divin’?” Rattrap tensed up a bit, hesitating to reveal his answer. Apple Bloom noticed this as she added, “If ya don’t want to, Ah understand.”

Rattrap sighed before answering, “Well, let’s just say thing’s at home ain’t exactly all peachy keen.” It was only one simple sentence, but the vague implications were rather unfortunate.

“Oh.” Apple Bloom quietly muttered. “Sorry about that.” Rattrap shrugged as he replied, “Eh, not like you caused any of it.” Even though his tone wasn’t threatening, there was a noticeable hint of anger in his voice. Apple Bloom immediately apologized, “Sorry Ah asked.” Rattrap hesitated for a moment before he continued, “It’s alright kid. ‘Sides, a little sufferin’ is good for the soul.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel somewhat depressed at Rattrap’s last remark. It almost seemed as if he were a nihilist. Deciding she needed to lighten the mood, Apple Bloom playfully replied, “Who you callin’ “kid?” Ah’m not that much older than you.”

Rattrap began to laugh again as he remarked, “Ok, that’s a good one Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom replied, “Thanks. Guess Ah’ve kinda developed a bit of a sense of humor.” Rattrap added, “Always good to have a sense of humor, cause without one life can be pretty tedious.”

As Apple Bloom and Rattrap entered Allspark Wells, the former remarked, “Ya know, this place is really startin’ to grow on me.” She had found the town had a certain aura about it that Canterlot City had never provided her, even before the Anon-A-Miss incident.

Rattrap added, “I bet. I mean, few cops, plenty of garbage, and a lot of wild berries. It’s a squatter’s paradise.” Apple Bloom gave him a suspicious look before he replied, “Not that I’m a squatter or anythin’.”

Before either Apple Bloom or Rattrap could say anything, they heard an unfamiliar voice call out, “Well well well, the spy and the rat.” Apple Bloom turned face the noise, only to see two teenagers leaning against one of the buildings. Both had pale white skin and red eyes, but one was dressed in a blue-ish purple outfit, and the other was wearing gray with red accents.

The teen in blue cracked his knuckles as he threateningly asked, “So, who wants to rumble with Rumble?” Apple Bloom began to back away as she nervously replied, “Uh, Ah don’t want to cause any trouble.”

The other teen added, “Yeah well, you caused trouble the moment you walked into town Anon-A-Miss.” Apple Bloom felt her face turn red with anger when he brought up her past. She may not have felt any real shame for it anymore, but to hear someone not only bring it up again, but do so maliciously made her blood boil.

Rattrap walked up to the teen in black and red as he began, “Lay off her Frenzy, she didn’t do anythin’ to you.” Frenzy shrugged as he replied, “Yeah, but we’re not gonna take any chances, are we?” Rumble turned to the other and replied, “No. We’re gonna show her what happens when she gets in our way.”

Apple Bloom began to panic. These two were making it very clear what they were intending to do to her, and it wasn’t pretty. She tried to step away, but Frenzy ran around her and cut her off. Rattrap tried to intervene, but Rumble restrained him. Frenzy then pulled something out of his pocket. It was a black item that resembled a switchblade. As Apple Bloom eyed the device with horror in her eyes, Frenzy flicked it as he swiped towards her.

Apple Bloom didn’t feel a cut or any pain on her. However, she did feel a warm, wet feeling on her lower body. Taking a quick glimpse down, she realized what had just happened and quickly averted her eyes in shame as Frenzy and Rumble began to laugh.

“Awh, did the little baby pee her overalls?” Frenzy asked as he took his device, which in reality was a simple comb, and began to comb his hair. Rumble then suggested, “Hey get your phone out! We gotta post this on MyStable!”

He was so distracted by this that he failed to realize he had softened his grip on Rattrap. The scrawny teenager, having seen and heard everything, angrily muttered, “Oh, that crosses the line.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rattrap bent his foot back, kicking Rumble in the “big cogs.” As Rumble recoiled in pain, Rattrap took the opportunity and charged Frenzy, grabbing him in headlock.

“No fair!” Frenzy complained. Rattrap rolled his eyes as he countered, “You boys say I’m a rat, eh? Ya wanna fight with a rat, you better be prepared to fight dirty.” He then raised his right fist as he screamed, “Noogie!” Rattrap then proceeded to rub his knuckles against Frenzy’s scalp.

Rumble managed to recover from his cheap shot and noticed there was a large piece of wood out in the open. A wicked grin growing on his face, Rumble scooped the wooden bludgeon up as he began to sneak up on the distracted Rattrap. He then began to angrily taunt, “First we crack the shell, then we crack the nuts inside!”

“NO!” Apple Bloom screamed as she stepped in between Rattrap and Rumble. By this point Rumble was already committed to the swing, and Apple Bloom found herself on the receiving end of a blow from the makeshift club.

When Apple Bloom crashed to the pavement, Rattrap noticed and rushed to help her. “Apple Bloom!” He shouted as he knelt down to her. She didn’t’ look too bad, but there were the clear signs of a black eye forming around her right eye. “Come on kid, you gotta make it through.” Apple Bloom, now fighting the worst headache of her life, could only mutter, “Ouch.”

Rumble and Frenzy were planning on continue, but they, as well as Apple Bloom and Rattrap, were surprised to hear the sudden shriek of police sirens. Frenzy turned to Rumble and said, “Oh crap! It’s the cops!” The two bullies began to run in the opposite direction.

A police car pulled up to Apple Bloom and Rattrap. The car was a standard black and white police car with the numbers 643 present on the hood. Once the car stopped, a police officer emerged from the driver’s seat. With his pitch black skin and gray hair as well as meanacing appearance, it could only be one person; Officer Barricade.

“So….” Barricade began. “What have you troublemakers been up to?” Apple Bloom would have responded, but her headache was now simply too powerful, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

As Apple Bloom began to return to the land of moving parts, she heard the familiar sound of Ironhide gently call out to her. “Apple Bloom, you alright?” He asked. Apple Bloom tried to answer, but her headache interrupted her, forcing her to cover her head and groan in pain. When it subsided, she realized that she was now in her room on her bed.

Ratchet then gently pushed Ironhide aside as he began to speak. “Alright now Apple Bloom, I’m going to shine a small light. I need you to follow it with your eyes.” Apple Bloom nodded as she replied, “Alright.” Ratchet then pulled out a pen like item and began to flash a small but bright light in Apple Bloom’s eyes. When her eyes locked on to it, Ratchet said, “Alright. Now, look up.” He raised the light higher, and Apple Bloom followed it with her eyes. After making sure her eyes were functioning, Ratchet said, “I’d say you haven’t had any serious brain damage. You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

Apple Bloom asked, “Uncle Ironhide, what happened?” Ironhide replied, “You took a blow from a piece of wood from Rumble. He and his brother Frenzy decided to pick a fight with you.” Ratchet then added, “Probably trying to make sure you didn’t try anything on them.”

Apple Bloom then realized Rattrap wasn’t there. “Where’s Rattrap?” She asked, her voice betraying her concern. Ironhide and Ratchet traded concerned stares at each other before the former replied, “He disappeared again.”

“Again?” Apple Bloom asked. As she managed to get back to her feet, Ironhide replied, “Yeah. Officer Barricade let him go before we even got to the police station.” As Apple Bloom began to shake off her headache, Ratchet began to explain, “That blow knocked you out. Officer Barricade was kind enough to take you to the police station to keep an eye on you before calling us.”

Apple Bloom said, “Guess Ah better find a way to think Officer Barricade.” Ironhide then added, “He said to consider it his apology for being harsh on you your first day.” As Apple Bloom took that in, she replied, “Well, Ah do know Ah gotta find a way to thank Rattrap.”

Ratchet then began, “Well don’t do anything too strenuous just yet. You need time to heal.” He then pulled out a small mirror and presented it to Apple Bloom. She wasn’t too surprised but still somewhat disappointed to find a now fully formed black eye. When she sighed at the sight of a now black right eye, Ratchet added, “Don’t worry, It’ll fade before you know it.”

Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom began to speak again. “Thanks. Now, if you guys don’t mind, Ah’d like to get some rest.” Ironhide and Ratchet nodded as they began to leave Apple Bloom’s room.

Once Ironhide and Ratchet were gone, Apple Bloom began to ponder how to repay Rattrap for standing up to her. After a few minutes, she had an idea. In truth, she wouldn’t be able to do it just yet, but she had a feeling Rattrap wasn’t in too much of a rush either.

“Oh, slagheap city.” Rattrap mumbled to himself as he struggled through the first of Ironhide’s trashcans. Once again, he had decided to see if Ironhide or one of his friends had thrown out anything edible. Sadly, there didn’t seem to be anything tonight, only boxes and other pieces of non-food based rubbish.

“Eh, figures.” Rattrap muttered. Clearly they had figured out that he had chosen their garbage as a regular place to find a meal, and taken precautions to prevent him from scrounging their trash for anything as measly as an apple core (Which Rattrap had to admit were actually pretty tasty). With Ironhide now anticipating him to be going through his garbage, Rattrap was running out of places where he could find anything to eat.

However, just as he was about to leave, Rattrap noticed one box was different from the others. It was a small present, wrapped in red paper with a green ribbon around it. “Huh, there’s somethin’ ya don’t see every day.” Rattrap said to himself. He then noticed that there was a tag on it that read, “To Rattrap.”

Rattrap then opened the box, only to be pleasantly surprised to see it was a container bursting with apple fritters. With his mouth watering, Rattrap took two and immediately stuffed them in his mouth, savoring every bite. As he reached to grab another one, he noticed there was a note in the package as well. Swallowing his mouthful of chewed apple fritters, he began to read the note.

Rattrap,

Thanks for standing up for me against those bullies. Ah don’t have too many friends anymore, so Ah don’t know how to repay you. Hopefully this will help, at least a little.

Also, let me know if you’re hungry, ‘cause Ah can always whip up somethin’ mah Granny Smith taught me.”

Your friend,

Apple Bloom

Rattrap couldn’t help but feel his right eye tear up a little. Placing the note in his pocket, he took the box and began to tip toe away, but not before turning back to the Chop Shop as he quietly said, “Thanks Apple Bloom. For a secret stealer hidin’ behind a website, I’d say you’re a pretty friendly and upfront gal.” He then slinked away, planning on returning to whatever hole he crawled out of.

He never noticed the red haired girl with the black eye watching from her bedroom.

Author's Notes:

Next Time, Apple Bloom meets Tender Tap's family

Meeting the Tap Family

If there was one thing that was truly unpleasant about working at the Chop Shop, it was the nearly unbearable boredom. As she stood behind the cash register, Apple Bloom began to mentally go through everything on her to-do list. Sweep the floor, check. Dust the display merchandise, check. Mop and scrub the floors, check and check. All in all, Apple Bloom was dealing with the vile threat that was boredom. And it seems boredom was winning.

At least it was until an audible ding rang from the front door. Springing to life, Apple Bloom began to recite the customary greeting. “Welcome to Ironhide’s scrap yard and chop shop. What can we do for ya?” It was at this moment that she realized that her guest was neither a stranger nor any of the regular customers, but a now very familiar boy with orange skin, purple hair, and a sense of warmth and friendliness radiating from him.

“Tender Taps!” Apple Bloom called out as she burst over the counter and rushed over to her friend and wrapped him in a warm embrace. As she continued to squeeze, she heard Tender quietly say, “Apple Bloom, you’re crushing me.”

“Oh.” Apple Bloom replied as she released Tender Taps from her tight embrace. “Sorry about that. Guess Ah don’t know mah own strength.” As she began to nervously scratch the back of her head, she asked, “So, you need somethin’?”

“Does seeing you count as reason enough?” Tender answered embarrassingly, causing him and Apple Bloom to blush. He was about to continue, but he noticed something slightly off about Apple Bloom, specifically her eyes, or rather her eye.

“Apple Bloom! You have a black eye!” Tender Taps said as he began to internally panic. “What happened? You’re not hurt are you?!”

“Tender, Ah’m alright.” Apple Bloom answered reassuringly. “Ah got in a little tussle with these two fellas a few days ago. Two buttheads by the name of, uh, Frenzy and Rumble Ah think.”

“Wait a minute, I think I know those two jerks.” Tender Taps said. “From what I hear, they’re twins, and they go to Kaon High.”

“Hm.” Apple Bloom pondered. She then asked, “So, where do you go to school anyway?”

Tender Taps let out a sheepish laugh as he replied, “Well, for the moment, nowhere. You know, being expelled and all.” Apple Bloom let out an embarrassed, “Oh, yeah that.” Tender Taps then added, “I bet you aren’t exactly enrolled at either Iacon or Kaon high, are you?” Apple Bloom replied, “Not exactly. ‘Sides, Ah don’t think anyone would wanna be in class with Anon-A-Miss, would they?” Tender Taps gave an embarrassed, “I would.”

Before their increasingly embarrassing banter could continue, Ironhide entered the front room, carrying a box of gears. As he set the box down on the counter, He playfully asked, “Who gave you permission to start chatting young lady?”

Apple Bloom didn’t notice his playful tone and immediately began to beg, “Sorry! Ah didn’t mean to! Ah just….” Ironhide raised his hand as he began to reply, “Don’t worry, I’m only joking.” Apple Bloom, realizing he was joking, crossed her arms as she remarked, “Ah don’t think it was very funny.”

Tender Taps then let out an embarrassed, “Uh, I think it was a little funny.” Apple Bloom gave him a small glare before she herself let out a guilty giggle.

Once she had calmed down, Ironhide asked, “So Tender Taps, what brings you all the way out here?” Tender Taps began to explain, “Well, my parents noticed how Apple Bloom and I are kinda close, so they wanted to meet her.”

Apple Bloom felt her heart skip a beat. “What? They wanna meet me?” Tender Taps nodded as he enthusiastically replied, “Yeah, they…. Hold on a sec.” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Apple Bloom as he continued, “They wanted me to give you this.” As Apple Bloom took the letter, she began to read it out loud.

To Apple Bloom,

My son has told me a great deal about you, and despite your reputation you seem to be a very fine young lady. My husband and I have decided to invite you over for dinner in two days. We look forward to meeting you.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Soft Shoe.

Apple Bloom felt her heart soar. For the first time since she arrived in Allspark Wells, someone actively wanted to meet her. She was so consumed by the invitation that she failed to notice Tender Taps and Ironhide trying to get her attention.

“Uh, Mr. Ironhide, will she be alright?” Tender Taps asked the older man. As a massive smile began to grow on Apple Bloom’s face, Ironhide replied, “I think she’ll be just fine.”

Apple Bloom pedaled up to Tender Tap’s home, her mind processing a combination of anticipation and dread. She’d never really met any of Tender Taps’s family, only briefly talking with his younger sister Double Shuffle and hearing his mother’s voice. Would they actually like her? Were they only trying to be nice because she was friends with her son?

One thing she hoped wouldn’t upset them was her attire. She was wearing a darker pair of overalls over a red and white striped shirt, and had recently polished her boots so they shined just like new. Her hair was still in the new braided pigtails, but she had added two new bright red bows, and all in all tried to look as presentable as possible.

Pulling up to the house, Apple Bloom took a deep breath. “Well, Ah guess this is it.” she said to herself, trying to pep herself up. After parking her bike and setting the helmet in the basket, she began to walk up to the front door. The anticipation was incredibly palpable, and sweat was beginning to drip down her forehead. After a few moments of hesitation, Apple Bloom knocked on the front door.

Not even five seconds passed before the door opened, revealing a now familiar blue skinned girl with yellow braided pigtails. Apple Bloom nervously began to speak, “Uh, howdy there. Ah was invited over.”

The girl turned to face the foyer as she called out, “Tender, you’re girlfriend is here!” Just like last time, she heard the sound Tender Taps call out, “She’s not my girlfriend Double Shuffle.” As he emerged from deeper inside the house, he continued, “She’s just my friend, who’s a girl.”

Tender Taps made his way to the door, dressed in a red button shirt and black pants. “Apple Bloom!” He cried out as he wrapped her in a warm embrace. After releasing her, he made a dramatic pose as he added, “Welcome to our humble home. Me casa es su casa.”

Apple Bloom released a gentle chuckle as she replied, “Thanks. Good to see ya too.” Tender Taps noticed her slight change in attire and complimented her, “Nice shirt.” Apple Bloom replied, “Thanks. Ah tried to look presentable for your folks.” Tender Taps replied, “Don’t worry. Mom and dad aren’t particularly fancy.”

Before either could continue, Double Shuffle walked up to Apple Bloom and began to speak. “Hi. I’m Double Shuffle.” As she extended her hand, Apple Bloom returned the gesture and replied, “Ah’m Apple Bloom. It’s nice to meet ya.” The younger girl then asked, “I don’t mean to be rude, but weren’t you the person responsible for that gossip thingy over in Canterlot City?”

As much as it was somewhat irritating to have her past brought up yet again, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find Double Shuffle’s innocent curiosity enduring. “Yeah.” She replied. “Ah wasn’t the only one, but Ah was the ringleader.” She then knelt down to the younger girl and whispered, “As much as Ah’m kinda ashamed to admit it, it was kinda fun.” Double Shuffle began to giggle, and Apple Bloom couldn’t help but join her, even as she tried to warn her, “However, don’t try it. Spreadin’ secrets will only get you in trouble.”

Tender Taps then said, “Now that you two are acquainted, why don’t you come inside? I don’t want you getting a cold.” Apple Bloom nodded and followed Tender Taps and Double Shuffle inside.

Once Apple Bloom entered the foyer, she heard an odd sound; the sound of rhythmic thumping from somewhere in the house. Turning to Tender Taps, she asked, “What’s that sound?” Tender Taps simply shrugged as he replied, “Clogging problem.”

“Cloggin’ Problem?” Apple Bloom asked. “Why would that thumpin’ come from clogged pipes or…” It was now that she noticed the cheeky look on Tender and Double Shuffle’s faces. Realizing what they were probably thinking, Apple Bloom said, “Oh, Ah get it. “Clogging” problem.” She then paused for a moment before she asked, “So is kinda like tap dancin’?”

Tender Taps let out a gentle chuckle as he replied, “Follow me.”

“And here we are.” Tender Taps said as he led Apple Bloom to the source of the thumping and clacking. “Hope you don’t mind a little noise.” He jokingly warned. “We’re kind of a family of performers.”

“Ah couldn’t tell.” Apple Bloom replied in playful sarcasm. She then opened the door and was pleasantly surprised.

The room was modestly large, and for the most part empty. The floor was entirely polished hardwood, three of the walls were a basic light red (but not exactly pink), whilst the final wall was entirely covered in a massive mirror. Near the back of the studio were several metal bars being propped up by others, a few massive workout balls, and a few other assorted pieces of workout equipment.

However, Apple Bloom’s attention was mostly taken by the man and woman dancing in the center of the studio. One was a yellow skinned woman with purple hair wearing a blue dress, the other a green man with blue hair wearing a yellow shirt with jeans. The one thing they both wore were black oxford shoes with jingling pieces of metal on the toes and heels. The two were doing some sort of dance, similar to tap dancing but quite. This must have been the clogging Tender Taps and Double Shuffle were referring to.

“Mom. Dad.” Tender Taps called out. “Our guest is here.” The two adults heard their son and stopped their routine as they noticed their new guest.

The woman made her way up to Apple Bloom as she began to speak. “So, this is the mysterious Apple Bloom we’ve heard so much about?” As the former farmhand nodded, the woman continued, “Well I must say you certainly a rather adorable young lady.”

“Thank you ma’am.” Apple Bloom said as she nodded her head. “And if Ah must say, that was some fine footwork.”

The woman let out a gentle chuckle as she continued, “The name is Soft Shoe, and thank you. We’re all pretty skilled dancers if I may say.” She then realized she hadn’t introduced her husband and proceeded to do so. “This is my husband Hard Shoe.”

The man made his way up to Apple Bloom and extended his hand. “Hard Shoe. Good to meet you kid.” Apple Bloom shook his hand and replied, “Nice to meet ya. Tender said you got a new job ‘round here?”

“Not quite.” Hard Shoe replied. “You may not believe it, but you’re talking to the newest member of the Tap Hounds!” Apple Bloom gave a confused look before she asked, “The who?”

Double Shuffle let out a very audible gasp as she asked, “You’ve never heard of the Tap Hounds? They’re like, the greatest dance company ever!” Tender Taps let out an embarrassed sigh as he added, “What my sister is trying to say is that the Tap Hounds are a professional tap dance company. They perform all over the country and even overseas.”

“Whoa.” Apple Bloom replied. “You gotta be real good to be in a group like that.” Hard Shoe then gave his wife a knowing look before rubbing his hands together. Before either Soft Shoe, Apple Bloom, or the others could react, he began to perform an incredibly fast piece of choreography. His taps, clicks, and clacks were blending in with each other, and yet Apple Bloom could tell that his technical precision was better than Tender Taps’s, which considering his own skill, was saying a lot.

Once Hard Shoe finished “showing off,” he asked Apple Bloom, “So what do you think?” Apple Bloom, jaw dropped, replied, “That. Was. AWESOME!” After catching her breath from her surprisingly loud outburst, continued, “Ah’ve never seen anyone dance like that. You gotta teach me how to do that!!”

“Hm…” Soft and Hard Shoe began to ponder for a moment. After a few seconds, Soft Shoe replied, “Well, Hard Shoe and I need to start prepping dinner.” She then turned to her children and asked, “Tender Taps, Double Shuffle, you two mind giving Apple Bloom a basic tap lesson?” Tender Taps nodded yes as he replied, “You bet.” He then turned to Apple Bloom as he added, “I mean, if you want to that is.”

“Sounds like fun.” Apple Bloom replied. She then looked down to her boots and remarked, “Ah just hope these boots don’t damage your floor.”

Soft Shoe then began to speak. “Oh I don’t think so. What’s your foot size dear?” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment before she replied, “Uh, an eight Ah think. Why?” The older woman turned to Double Shuffle and said, “Double Shuffle, would you go get one of the size eights from my workshop?” Double Shuffle nodded and departed the studio.

Apple Bloom asked, “Workshop ma’am?” Soft Shoe replied, “Oh, sorry I forgot to mention. I’m a cobbler by trade, and I specialize in dance shoes.” Apple Bloom then asked, “So is that why you asked me about mah foot size?”

Before Soft Shoe could answer, Double Shuffle returned with two pairs of tap shoes, one a solid black pair of flats and another a pair of black flats with white around the heel. The young girl then asked, “So Apple Bloom, which do you prefer?”

“Wait.” Apple Bloom began. “You guys are just givin’ me a pair of tap shoes?” Soft Shoe replied, “Well, I suppose you can borrow these for tonight.” Apple Bloom nodded as she said, “Either way, thank you ma’am.” she then turned to Double Shuffle and, after a few moments of contemplation, decided, “Ah’ll take the full black ones.”

As Apple Bloom took the black tap shoes, Tender Taps said, “Awesome! I’m gonna go get mine. Be right back.” He then darted out of the room, followed by his parents as they left to prepare dinner.

Double Shuffle then turned to Apple Bloom and asked, “So is it true you and Tender really aren’t dating?” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but blush as she replied, “Oh, of course not. We’ve only known each other less than a month.” Double Shuffle shrugged as she replied, “I’m just looking out for my big brother.”

Apple Bloom felt her heart sting at that remark. It had been nearly a month since the last time she saw Big Mac and Applejack, and to say they parted ways on poor terms would be an undeniably understatement. She began to look away in shame until Double Shuffle asked, “You alright?”

Apple Bloom snapped back to the present as she answered, “Yeah. Ah understand the importance of bein’ a good sister.” Double Shuffle nodded in agreement, totally oblivious to Apple Bloom’s internal turmoil.

Tender Taps returned with two sets of tap shoes. “Hey Double Shuffle.” He called to his sister. “You wanna join us?”

Double Shuffle replied with an enthusiastic, “You bet!” She then turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Come on Apple Bloom, put your shoes on!”

Apple Bloom managed to put on a convincing friendly face as she sat herself down to remove her boots, and then slipped on her tap shoes and began to tie the laces.

The first thing Apple Bloom noticed about wearing tap shoes was the fact that it almost felt like wearing heels. She moved forward to take a step, only to find herself struggling to maintain her balance. When she managed to regain her balance, she began to slightly slip across the wooden floor.

“Whoa there.” Tender Taps said as he made his way up to Apple Bloom, catching her and preventing her from splitting her legs. “Can’t have you getting yourself hurt, can we?” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but blush as she replied, “Ah guess not.”

“Now, one more time from the top.” Tender Taps said encouragingly. Apple Bloom nodded as she began to perform the simple exercise Tender and Double Shuffle had taught her. She performed a shuffle ball change followed by a shuffle hop step, then repeated it with the other foot. She then managed to perform three buffalos followed by another ball change, once for each foot.

It had been an eventful ninety minutes. Tender Taps and his sister had managed to teach her a few basic tap steps. As much as she found the steps somewhat easy, her tap shoes made moving, let alone dancing, noticeably more difficult. Still, she was having fun, and Tender Taps was certainly a patient and encouraging teacher.

After Apple Bloom finished her last step, Tender Taps complimented her. “Apple Bloom that was awesome!” he said as he wrapped her in a massive hug. Double Shuffle could only mischievously snicker at the sight of the two friends embracing. Once Tender Taps released Apple Bloom, the former farmhand replied, “Well, Ah had good teachers.” Now it was Tender Taps’s turn to blush.

From outside the studio, they heard the sound of Soft Shoe’s voice call out, “Kids, dinner is ready.” Apple Bloom let out an exhausted breath as she added, “About time. Ah’m so hungry Ah could eat a horse.” As she, Tender Taps, and Double Shuffle began to leave the studio, Soft Shoe called out again, “Remember to take your tap shoes off and to wash up.”

Double Shuffle whined, “Mom, do we have to?” Tender Taps placed a hand on her shoulder as he replied, “Yeah. Come on, sooner we get our shoes off, sooner we can eat.”

Apple Bloom, Double Shuffle, and Tender Taps then removed their tap shoes and proceeded to head to the restroom, hoping to wash their hands and wipe some of their sweat away. After all, they, especially Apple Bloom, wanted to look presentable for dinner.

Apple Bloom could make out the arousing smell of fettuccini alfredo with chicken the moment she entered the dining room. Hard Shoe was setting the table for five, arranging plates and silverware. Soft Shoe was bringing the entrée to the table and set it in the center, next to a basket of bread rolls. All in all, it looked just like the kind of dinner her family would have had for a special occasion, save for the severe lack of apple based dishes.

Of course, that train of thought brought her back to the reality of her situation. As much as she tried to hide it, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find herself consumed by a sense of guilt and self loathing. It was enough that Double Shuffle noticed her change in demeanor.

“Something bothering you Apple Bloom?” Double Shuffle asked. “You look like something’s bothering you.”

“Ah’m fine.” Apple Bloom lied. She didn’t want to burden her hosts. This feeling of guilt and self hatred was her problem and she didn’t want to burden them with it, especially Tender Taps. If anything, she didn’t want to upset him with her life problems.

Sitting down at the table, Apple Bloom was pleasantly surprised when Tender Taps took one of the seats next to her. Soft Shoe then took her plate and began to pour some pasta onto her plate. Once she set the plate in front of Apple Bloom, she proceeded to do the same for Tender Taps as Hard Shoe served his daughter.

After they finished serving everyone, Soft Shoe remarked, “I heard you kids while we were fixing dinner. Sounds like Apple Bloom might just be a pretty good hoofer.” Apple Bloom gave a confused look as she asked, “What’s a hoofer?”

Tender Taps leaned into Apple Bloom’s ear and whispered, “It’s a nickname for a tap dancer.” Apple Bloom let out an impressed, “Ooh.” After taking a bite from her fettuccini, she continued, “Well Ah gotta admit, it’s a lot of fun and, Ah’m pretty sure Ah can only get better.”

“That’s the spirit kiddo.” Hard Shoe complimented. “With that kind of attitude you can deal with just about anything life throws at you.” Apple Bloom replied with a grateful, “Thank you Mr. Hard Shoe.” The older man replied, “It’s just Hard Shoe kid.” He then turned to his son and joked, “Hey Tender, seems like you might just have a pretty good partner there.”

“Dad!” Tender Taps replied in an embarrassed tone. Apple Bloom rolled her eyes as she added, “Well, Ah suppose we might make good dance partners.” Tender Taps let out a resigned sigh and added, “In that case, once we get you on par with us I’ll see if I can whip us up something.”

This was when Soft Shoe let out a wistful sigh as she said to her husband, “You remember the first duet we ever did?” Hard Shoe replied, “Oh do I ever. It was one of the most magical moments of my life.” Soft Shoe added, “I could say the same here.” Tender Taps whispered to Apple Bloom, “They do this all the time.” Apple Bloom then added, “Ah could say the same for Applejack and Granny Smith.”

Of course she had to bring them up. The moment Granny Smith’s name escaped her lips, Soft Shoe asked, “Oh, are they your family?” Apple Bloom nodded yes, trying to hide her resurging self loathing. She quickly replied, “Yeah, Ah live with mah Granny Smith and older siblings, Applejack and Big Macintosh. At least Ah did until…”

Apple Bloom stopped herself. She didn’t want to bring up what happened again, especially since she had already told Tender Taps and the others were effectively strangers. This was when Hard Shoe spoke up. “Yeah, we know. A couple weeks ago I was down at Maccadam’s Old Oil House, and I heard this idiot blurting about you.” Apple Bloom let out a resigned sigh as she replied, “Yeah, Wheeljack has apparently has a bad habit of blabberin’.”

Soft Shoe then added, “You know, it’s the funny thing about secrets. No matter how hard you try to hide them, they always find a way to get out.” She turned to Tender Taps and began to mischeviously say, “Why I remember when someone here tried to hide he was a dancer.” Tender Taps’s face began to grow red with embarrassment.

Apple Bloom asked, “Wait. Why would you try to hide bein’ a dancer?” Tender Taps meekly answered, “Let’s just say a lot of other guys thought it was kind of….. what’s the word……”

Double Shuffle blurted out, “Something only for girls?” Tender Taps nodded and relied, “Yeah, that.” As he took a sip from his glass, he continued, “Let’s just say before we moved here I didn’t have many friends. Most guys just sort of ignored me, then guys like Garble….”

Apple Bloom knew what Tender Taps was referring to. Hard Shoe let out an embarrassed sigh as he added, “Yeah, I probably should have given better advice other than to “Teach him a lesson.” It was a good thing we were already planning on moving.”

Soft Shoe added, “As much as I am not one to condone violence, considering what he was doing, I figured the school expelling you was punishment enough.” Tender Taps simply replied, “Thanks mom.” Soft Shoe replied, “Hey, it’s what family is for.”

That single phrase shot straight from Soft Shoe’s mouth and hit Apple Bloom right in the heart. As soon as she realized what the older woman had said, Apple Bloom could swear that she felt her eyes starting to water. Double Shuffle noticed this and asked, “Uh, you alright Apple Bloom?”

“You mind if Ah go get a little fresh air?” Soft Shoe nodded and replied, “Of course dear.” Apple Bloom wasted no time, rising to her feet and quietly making her way to the front door and to the porch.

Once she was gone, Soft Shoe let out a defeated sigh as she asked Tender Taps, “It true her family basically dumped here?” Tender Taps hesitated before replying, “Yeah. Turns out that whole “Anon-A-Miss” incident they practically dumped her here.” He then turned to the foyer and continued, “I don’t think she’s taken it well.” He then rose from his seat and said, “I’ll be right back.”

Apple Bloom found herself sitting on the front porch, allowing the tears to gently drip down her cheeks. She was trembling from a combination of self hatred, self pity, exhaustion, and the cold breeze that was blowing against her. All in all, things seemed to have taken a downhill spiral.

“Why?” She angrily demanded from herself. “Why did Ah just have to be so stupid?!” Apple Bloom found herself crying even harder, tears flowing harder as her nose began to run.

“Apple Bloom?” Tender Taps asked as he walked up to her. She didn’t bother to try and hide her tears or even look towards him. As Tender Taps made his way over to Apple Bloom, he asked, “You alright?”

Apple Bloom replied, “No. Sorry about runnin’ off on you and your folks. Ah just….” She paused as she struggled to regain her composure. “Just seein’ and hearin’ ya’ll go on about each other and how happy ya’ll are just….” She couldn’t help but sniffle as she continued, “You’re real lucky Tender. You got folks that love you and stand by you when you screw up and…..” Apple Bloom’s composure collapsed as she blurted out, “And Ah threw it all away!”

As Apple Bloom collapsed back into her tears, she heard Tender sit down next to her. The young boy let out a sigh and replied, “You’re right. My parents and sister stand by me no matter what. However, there is one thing I don’t think I’ve really ever had that you have.”

“What’s that?” Apple Bloom asked. She was surprised by what Tender Taps answered.

“Friends.” He sheepishly replied. As Apple Bloom struggled to comprehend what he meant, Tender Taps replied, “I mean, I’ve gotten along with a lot of people, and I get along with everyone in dance class, but outside of dance, I only really had my family. Then I met you and…” He began to blush again and continued, “You’re the first person I’ve ever just wanted to hang out with. To do things that don’t involve a dance floor.”

Apple Bloom found herself surprised by this statement. “But… Why wouldn’t anyone not want to be your friend?” Tender Taps shrugged as he replied, “If it wasn’t the tap dancing, it was my reputation of being a butt monkey or, after that incident with Garble, a bad influence.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start giggling as she replied, “Trust me, Ah know what it’s like to be called a bad influence.”

Now both teens found themselves laughing at the comparison. Once they managed to regain their composure (as well as breath), Apple Bloom said, “Thanks. Guess Ah just needed someone to listen.” Tender Taps then took Apple Bloom’s hands and gently replied, “I’ll always be here for you. I promise.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him, and this time, Tender Taps returned the gesture.

Soft Shoe then made her way up to the two, a shoe box held in her hands. Apple Bloom noticed she was being watched and released Tender Taps as she began to explain, “Uh, ma’am, Ah was just….”

Soft Shoe raised a hand as she replied, “I overheard enough.” She then leaned down to Apple Bloom and continued, “I know we’ve only just met, but after what you’ve done for Tender here, as far as I’m concerned, you’re part of our family now.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but allow a few tears slip past her eyelids again as she wrapped her in a warm embrace. Soft Shoe returned the gesture as she added, “It’s starting to get late. You better head on home.” She then handed the box to Apple Bloom.

The young former farm girl opened the box to see it was the pair of tap shoes she had used earlier. Apple Bloom began to protest. “But ma’am, these must cost a fortune. Ah can’t accept these.”

Soft Shoe raised her hand in protest as she replied, “Dear, consider these our gift to you.” Apple Bloom took the shoe box and said, “Thanks. Guess Ah better get goin’.”

Apple Bloom proceeded to place the shoe box in her bike’s basket and fasten her helmet onto her head. Before she mounted though, she called out, “Thanks for havin’ me over!” Tender Taps called back, “You’re welcome! Come by anytime!” Apple Bloom felt her heart soar, knowing that she now had somewhere in town (outside of the chop shop) that she could always go. With that, she pedaled out of the lot and off towards home.

Once Apple Bloom was gone, Soft Shoe whispered to her son, “You like her, don’t you?” Tender Tap could only let out an embarrassed, “MOM!”

Apple Bloom set her tap shoes next to her old pair of boots. She was getting ready for bed and, having already taken a shower and brushed her teeth, was just about ready to get some sleep. However, she just wanted to marvel at the pair one more time.

They weren’t the fanciest pair in the world, just two simple black shoes with a flat sole and two metal plates each, one on the toe and one on the heel. And yet, it was clear that these weren’t just simple shoes, but instead almost seemed like they were a cross between paint brushes, drum sticks, and shoes all wrapped into one. She began to mentally go over the steps Tender Taps had taught her, and if she could possibly…

“Apple Bloom?” Ironhide asked as he opened the door. Apple Bloom noticed her uncle enter her room and began to explain, “Uncle Ironhide, Ah was just inspectin’ ‘em.”

Ironhide let out a gentle giggle as he said, “I know. Maybe Wheeljack and I can set up something for you to practice on without ruining the floor.” Apple Bloom nodded and replied, “Thanks Uncle Ironhide.”

Ironhide then gently ordered, “Now you better get some sleep. We got a busy day tomorrow.” Apple Bloom nodded as she said, “See ya in the morning Uncle Ironhide. Ah love you.” Ironhide let out a gentle, “I love you too.” With that, the old scrapper left his niece to get a good night’s sleep.

Granny Smith found herself looking over her family photo album. It was a visual history of the entire Apple Family, and had at least one photo of every Apple Family member as well as many of their friends. Right now she was overlooking a photo of Applejack and her friends from Canterlot High. “Ah, Ah remember when they were just youngin’s.” She wistfully said to herself.

Then she turned the page, only to find a picture she never thought she’d see again. It was a photo of a young Bright Mac and Pear Butter with a friend she didn’t immediately remember. It was a young man with gray skin in a green camouflaged uniform and a red beret.

“Ironhide.” She said to the photo. “Ah know the last time we met Ah didn’t stand up for ya, but Ah hope you’re lookin’ over mah granddaughter.” She let out a resigned sigh as she said something she hoped her other grandchildren wouldn’t hear.

“Ah shouldn’t have let Applejack ditch her with you. Ah just hope you’re there for Apple Bloom the way Ah can’t be.” With that, the old woman couldn’t help but let a few tears escape her right eye. After all, when it came to Ironhide, the Apple Family hadn’t been known to set the best example.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Marble Pie teaches Apple Bloom and Sideswipe about the hogs from hell.

The Rocks of Ages

Three days had passed since Apple Bloom met Tender Taps’s family, and things had once again entered what could only be described as normalcy. Sure, Apple Bloom would try to practice her tap dancing, but a combination of busy work days and some complaints from Wheeljack forced Ironhide to declare that she couldn’t use her tap shoes inside.

Now Apple Bloom found herself washing the windows of the Chop Shop. The dust and dirt had gathered on the windows, especially the outside, and Ironhide figured that Apple Bloom had more than enough time to tackle the job.

And so, with sleeves rolled up and sponge in hand, Apple Bloom was slowly cleaning the front windows. In truth, the task itself wasn’t particularly difficult. With each new dose of soapy water, the dirt and dust faded away, leaving the windows clear and totally transparent.

Stepping back, Apple Bloom began to inspect the fruits of her labor. All in all, there wasn’t a speck of filth left on the windows. Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom said to herself, “Ah’d say that’s a job well done.”

From behind her, Apple Bloom heard the familiar, raspy voice of Wheeljack call out, “Nice job kid. Couldn’t have done it better myself.” Apple Bloom turned and asked, “Well, Ah didn’t forget anything, did Ah?” Wheeljack, stretching as he began to walk over to the windows, began to inspect them.

“Hm….” Wheeljack began, scratching his chin. “I think you forgot something.” This caught Apple Bloom’s attention. Walking up to her older co-worker, she asked, “What is it?” The older mechanic began to point to a corner on the window as he pulled his glasses out and put them over his eyes. Once Apple Bloom was up close to him, Wheeljack said, “There’s this wee little spot over here.”

“Ah don’t see it.” Apple Bloom replied. She was trying to find whatever Wheeljack was pointing to, but she couldn’t see anything other than freshly wiped glass. “You think you might just be seein’ things?” she asked.

Wheeljack indignantly replied, “Me going crazy?” Huffing, he continued, “I’m telling you, there’s a spot right there.” Apple Bloom searched all over the section of the window, but couldn’t find any smudges.

“Ah don’t see anythin’.” Apple Bloom said with resignation. “You must have microscopes in those glasses of yours, ‘cause I can’t see anythin’ but glass.”

That was when Wheeljack, a cheeky grin growing on his face, said, “Because there isn’t. Made ya look!” with that, the mechanic began to roll on the ground, laughing like a madman. After a few moments, he managed to rise back to his feet as he said, “Hey, sorry about that, but I couldn’t resist. We cool?”

Apple Bloom didn’t say anything for a moment. She just stood there, a neutral expression on her face as she began to think. Then, she took the bucket of soapy water and splashed it in Wheeljack’s face. As he gently spat the water out of his mouth, Apple Bloom, a cheeky grin now dominating her face, replied, “We’re cool.”

Wheeljack would have protested, but the sound of a car pulling up to the Chop Shop captured both his and Apple Bloom’s attention. They were pleasantly surprised to see that it was none other than Beachcomber’s dune buggy.

“Mr. Beachcomber?” Apple Bloom asked out loud. She turned to Wheeljack and asked, “What do ya think he wants here?”

Wheeljack shrugged as he replied, “I dunno. Besides, he’s a geologist, not a mechanic or a scrapper.” Apple Bloom nodded as she added, “Ah guess. Maybe he needs somethin’ fixed?”

That was when she saw two people emerge from the buggy. One was a blue skinned man in a gray outfit that could only be Beachcomber. The other was, unsurprisingly, a gray skinned teenager with long, dark gray hair that covered one of her eyes, dark gray jeans, black boots, a white striped shirt, and a leather jacket. Her appearance, as well as her general sense of anxiety made it perfectly clear that it was Marble Pie.

Beachcomber walked over to Apple Bloom and Wheeljack as he greeted them. “Hey, how’s it going you two?” Apple Bloom shrugged as she replied, “Ah’m pretty good.” Wheeljack bluntly replied, “The kid here splashed water all over me.”

Beachcomber could only let out a gentle chuckle as he replied, “You pulled a “made you look” on her, didn’t you?” Wheeljack was absolutely stunned, surprised that he figured out how accurate he was.

“How’d you know?” The mechanic asked incredulously. Beachcomber replied, “I didn’t.” Wheeljack rolled his eyes as he asked, “Ok, so what do you need?”

“So….” Beachcomber began. “Is Ironhide here? I need to ask for a favor.” Wheeljack nodded and replied, “Yeah. Follow me.” As the two began to walk into the Chop Shop, the blue skinned geologist turned to Apple Bloom and asked, “Hey, would you mind keeping an eye on Marble? I don’t want her having a panic attack out here.”

“Of course!” Apple Bloom enthusiastically replied. Beachcomber nodded as he and Wheeljack continued inside. Once they were gone, she began to walk over to Marble, who was leaning against the dune buggy.

“Hey Marble!” Apple Bloom called out. As she approached her, Marble simply waved at her and gave a simple, “Hi.” Clearly she still wasn’t much of a talker. Apple Bloom then asked, “So, what have you and Mr. Beachcomber been up to?” Marble gave a simple, as well as a very quiet, “Not much.”

From behind the two girls, the sound of a bush rustling caught their attention. As it continued, Marble began to hyperventilate, something that made Apple Bloom worried. The last time she had met her, Marble had proven herself to be surprisingly uncomfortable around what could generously be described as a small group. Now, whatever was in the bush was causing her to start hyperventilating, something that had Apple Bloom worried for her new friend’s mental health.

That was when a small, reddish brown rabbit hopped out of the bush and bounced over to the two girls. Marble, who had been fearing something worse, let out a deep sigh of relief as she found that the source of the noise was simply a harmless rabbit. Apple Bloom knelt down and extended her hand towards the rabbit, who began to sniff it. Marble then knelt down and said, “Cute little guy, isn’t he?” Before Apple Bloom could reply, the rabbit lifted his head, sniffed the air, and bolted back into the bush and away. As Apple Bloom and Marble pondered what scared it off, the sound of footsteps approaching rendered their ideas moot.

Apple Bloom and Marble turned to see Ironhide and Beachcomber walking towards them. The former farm girl asked, “Uh, is somethin’ wrong?” Ironhide let out a gentle chuckle as he replied, “Not at all. In fact, Beachcomber here has a proposition for you.”

Beachcomber then began to speak. “So Apple Bloom, I’ll be busy working on the data from that geological survey a few weeks back tomorrow. It’s a process that is unbelievably time consuming, and I’ll need to use some equipment that Marble here isn’t quite ready to use yet.” As he and Apple Bloom glanced over to Marble, who was trying her best to not come off as standoffish whilst avoiding Ironhide, the geologist continued, “So I was wondering if you could help me by giving her some company tomorrow? She opened up to you and I would really appreciate Marble working on her social skills.”

Apple Bloom pondered for a moment. Part of her found the request somewhat suspicious, almost too good to be true. Then again, it would technically be helping a friend of hers, and it was officially requested by one of the friendlier residents of town.

Ironhide then spoke up. “Well, things aren’t exactly busy around here, so I say if you can get a few chores done early tomorrow, I’ll let you go it.” Now that she had his approval, Apple Bloom turned to Beachcomber and gave her answer.

“Ah’d love to help Mr. Beachcomber!” She said full of enthusiasm. Beachcomber nodded as he replied, “Hey now, that’s more like it.” He then handed Apple Bloom a piece of paper as he said, “This here is our address. We’ll expect you by ten thirty.” Apple Bloom accepted the note as she replied, “Ah’ll be there.”

Beachcomber then said, “In that case, Marble and I better be on our way.” As he began to make his way to the driver seat, Marble turned to Apple Bloom and asked, “See you tomorrow?” Apple Bloom nodded and replied, “You bet!” With that, Marble reentered the dune buggy as Beachcomber started the engines.

As the dune buggy pulled out and disappeared into the distance, Ironhide turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Pretty nice of you. I hear Marble Pie isn’t the most social.” Apple Bloom replied, “Well, Ah was taught that it’s always important to have friends, and Ah don’t think she has many.”

The two would have continued, but Wheeljack walked up to the duo, still soaked. Ironhide asked, “Wheeljack, what happened to you?” The mechanic replied, “Someone here splashed dirty window water in my face.” As Apple Bloom began to nervously back away, Ironhide sighed as he asked, “He pulled a “made you look” on you, didn’t he?”

As Apple Bloom began to giggle at the second person asking her that question, Wheeljack’s jaw dropped as he incredulously asked, “Seriously, you too?”

After a hearty breakfast and finishing her chores, Apple Bloom began to peddle into town, instructions to Beachcomber’s residence taped to the handle bars. Unlike Tender Taps, who lived with his family in a suburb just outside town, Beachcomber apparently lived in a geological museum in town.

Once again, Apple Bloom could feel the stares of the other residents, but as last time there wasn’t any hostility, or at least open hostility. Instead, she could only feel the casual indifference, something that was surprisingly comforting.

That was when she heard the sound of a motorcycle revving in the distance. Apple Bloom had a good idea who it was, and her suspicions were only confirmed when a motorcycle pulled up to a corner. On top of this bike was a girl not much older than Apple Bloom in a red leather jacket, black pants, and black biker boots.

Pulling over to her, Apple Bloom asked, “Hiya Sideswipe. What have you been up to?” Removing her distinctive helmet, Sideswipe replied, “Oh, not much. Testing my baby here, pissing off Brawn, same old same old.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of someone purposely giving Brawn a hard time.

“Ah gotta admit, that guy is just a jerk.” Apple Bloom said, still struggling to maintain her composure. Sideswipe replied, “I mean, you drop a weight on his foot one time, and he never lets it go.” She then shrugged before she asked, “So, what are you up to today?”

“Mr. Beachcomber needs me to keep a friend of his company.” Apple Bloom answered. Sideswipe replied, “Really? I thought he was a bachelor. He doesn’t have a dog or something, right?” Apple Bloom answered, “He has a protégé named Marble Pie.”

That really caught Sideswipe’s attention. “Hm….” She asked as a cheeky smile grew on her face. “She like your girlfriend or something?”

“SIDESWIPE!” Apple Bloom nearly shouted. “Ah don’t like her that way. She’s just mah friend.” Sideswipe rolled her eyes as she continued, “Well in that case, what are we waiting for?” “We?” Apple Bloom asked, now growing somewhat confused.

“Yeah, I have a clear calendar, so why not tag along?” Sideswipe said. Apple Bloom began to hesitate as she explained, “Well, Ah didn’t say anythin’ about bringin’ any friends.” This was when Sideswipe walked up to Apple Bloom, rested her arm on her shoulder, and cheekily added, “But you weren’t explicitly ordered to come alone, right?” Apple Bloom thought for a moment before she asked, “You sure he wouldn’t mind?”

Sideswipe nodded and replied, “If I know Beachcomber, he won’t mind.” As Apple Bloom began to speak again, Sideswipe interrupted her as she added, “If he gets mad, I’ll take the blame.” With that, Apple Bloom took a deep breath and said, “Alright. Follow me.”

Apple Bloom was certainly impressed by the outside of the museum. It was a three story building made marble with two great columns at the entrance, almost making it look like a government building rather than a place of learning. “Ah gotta admit, this place certainly stands out compared to the other buildin’s.” Apple Bloom remarked to Sideswipe as she began to eye the buildings surrounding them, which were mostly made of the now common sight of golden-yellow metal.

“Yeah.” Sideswipe shrugged. “I’ve been here a few times as a kid, but it’s been a while.” She then motioned to the museum’s door and quipped, “Well, you coming or you gonna stand out here all day?”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face as she made her way up to the door. In front of the door was a sign that read…

We’re sorry to inconvenience anyone, but the Allspark Wells Geological Museum is currently closed so our staff can perform some important duties. We will open again very soon.

The Management.

Apple Bloom took a deep breath as she said, “That must be the thing Mr. Beachcomber was talkin’ about yesterday.” Sideswipe inspected the sign and, before Apple Bloom could react, began to forcefully knock on the door.

“Sideswipe!” Apple Bloom called out to her friend. “You could have interrupted Mr. Beachcomber.” Sideswipe nonchalantly replied, “Meh. He’s probably too busy to….”

The door opened, revealing Marble Pie, clad in a light gray sweater, dark gray jeans, and her black boots. Her hair was just as it had been the few times Apple Bloom had seen before; combed over and covering the right side of her face.

“Howdy Marble!” Apple Bloom enthusiastically greeted her friend. Marble nodded as she gave a simple, “Hi.” That was when her eyes noticed that Apple Bloom wasn’t alone.

“Uh, Apple Bloom, who is this?” Marble asked. Sideswipe stepped up to her and introduced herself, “Hello there. The name’s Sideswipe.” She then extended her hand to Marble, who hesitated for a moment before nervously returning the favor. Marble then fully opened the door as she said, “Come on in.”

Apple Bloom was amazed by the museum’s foyer. In the center was a mounted skeleton of a dinosaur, almost certainly a triceratops. Around it were archways that led to hallways all over the building. And the one thing that everything seemed to be placed around was a grand stairwell, almost like one from a fancy cruise ship.

“What do you think?” Marble asked Apple Bloom. The young former farm girl, taking it all in, replied, “It’s Amazin’! You mean you live here?” Marble, blushing a tiny but noticeable amount as she replied, “Yup. Beachcomber and I live on the top floor.” She then began to giggle as she added, “Besides, a museum is certainly cozier than a rock farm.”

Sideswipe then began to walk around the foyer as she asked, “So where’s Beachcomber anyway?” Marble simply replied, “He’s going over the geological survey data from earlier.” Apple Bloom then asked, “So is it just us then?”

“Pretty much.” Marble replied. “Beachcomber says that as long as we keep it down and don’t break anything, we kinda have the museum to ourselves.”

“Awesome!” Sideswipe said as she jumped in the air, full of enthusiasm. Apple Bloom and Marble both gave her “Shhes” to keep her volume down, who managed to calm down as she calmly replied, “Oh, heh heh. Sorry about that.”

Apple Bloom then asked Marble, “So Marble, would ya mind givin’ us the guided tour?” Marble “pondered” for a moment before she replied, “Follow me.”

“And this is a Lapis Lazuli.” Marble said as she, Apple Bloom, and Sideswipe neared the end of a hall dedicated to rare gemstones, particularly ones that affected one’s senses. “As you can tell, Lapis Lazulis are known for their peculiar odor.” As Apple Bloom and Sideswipe began to inspect the blue gemstone, the latter remarked, “So that’s the source of the stench.” She paused for a moment before she let out a sigh of relief as she continued, “Thank goodness. For a moment I thought it was me.” As much as it was a low brow joke, Apple Bloom and Marble Pie couldn’t help but giggle at the joke.

As they made it to the end of the hall, Marble began to shake with anticipation. Apple Bloom had to admit that this was particularly odd, as it seemed someone else entirely had replaced the normally shy and reclusive Marble.

“And now, my favorite part.” Marble said as she stepped out of the way to reveal what the next part of the museum was. Apple Bloom followed Marble’s arms as she was pointed to an archway that read, “Remains of a Lost World.” “This is where we keep all the fossils we find!” Marble said with enthusiasm.

Sideswipe then asked, “Wait, do you mean like dinosaurs?” Marble nodded and replied, “Yup. Come on!” with that, she grabbed Sideswipe by the arm and began to pull her into the hall, much to Apple Bloom’s amusement.

To say that the “Remains of a Lost World” was impressive was an understatement. The hall was, in actuality, a grand show room with skeletons of great animals mounted all over the place. Most of them were dinosaurs, some arranged to appear as if they were engaging in epic clashes of titans, whilst others were set up to recreate peaceful scenes of prehistoric bliss. Above the dinosaurs were mounts of giant, bird like creatures, and in one of the corners were the fossils of creatures that could only have existed in the water.

Apple Bloom was so amazed by all the fossils that she lost track of where Marble and Sideswipe had run off to. “Uh, Marble?” Apple Bloom asked, trying not to be too loud. “Sideswipe? Girls?” She continued calling out as she walked past the dinosaurs. As she passed a stegosaurus, she heard Sideswipe’s voice say, “That is what you wanted to show us? A pig?”

Apple Bloom managed to find her way to the source of the voice and found Marble and Sideswipe standing next to the skeleton of a weird creature. It stood on four legs that, if her eyes weren’t lying to her, had feet that ended in hooves, had a small, thin tail, and a massive head with a mouthful of teeth.

As Apple Bloom approached the two, Marble corrected Sideswipe, “I said their closest living relatives are pigs, not that they are pigs.” Sideswipe had her arms folded and legs crossed as she added, “Hardly any better. You have all these dinosaurs and your favorite is a PIG-BEAR THING?”

“What’cha girls lookin’ at?” Apple Bloom asked as she walked up to the two. Marble turned to Apple Bloom and said, “I’m just showing Sideswipe here my favorite animal.” Apple Bloom began to eye the skeleton and asked, “What is it?”

“It’s an entelodont.” Marble replied. Sideswipe then added, “Apparently this thing is a pig.” Apple Bloom then took a good look at the entelodont and replied, “Ah don’t think it looks that much like a pig.”

Marble walked up to Apple Bloom as she said, “Because they aren’t pigs. Entelodonts predate modern pigs by nearly 25 million years.” That statement shocked Apple Bloom. “Wait, ya mean this thing lived millions of years ago?” the former farm girl asked.

Marble nodded as she gave a confirming “Mmh.” Before Apple Bloom could say anything else, Sideswipe called out to her, “Hey Apple Bloom, check this out.” Apple Bloom made her way up to Sideswipe, who directed her attention to a sigh in front of the railing that read….

Members of the entelodont family, Archaeotherium means “Ancient Beast.” They were one of the dominant predators of the Oligocene epoch (34-23 mya), competing with other predators like Hyenadon. Their large skulls and teeth could crush just about anything, even bone.

Despite their reputation, Archaeotherium was actually an omnivore, and would almost never turn down a free carcass. However, they could hunt when necessary, and were known to inflict horrific injuries to their prey, including crushing their skulls.

Built like tanks and able to eat just about anything, Archaeotherium can be considered a true mammal success story. Sadly, competition from later mammal predators, particularly the bear dogs, drove them, as well as the rest of the entelodonts, to extinction.

“Hardly the friendly type.” Sideswipe remarked. “Trust me, I’ve known a few guys like this.” Apple Bloom, giggling at her friend’s remark, said, “Ah’d certainly hate to run into one of these things in a dark alley.”

They were so busy talking with each other that they failed to notice Marble sneaking up behind them and whispering, “Boo.” Apple Bloom and Sideswipe jumped in surprise. After catching their breath, Sideswipe turned to Marble and, in an incredibly dead pan voice, said, “Not funny.” Apple Bloom, on the other hand, replied, “Ah gotta admit it was a little funny.”

Apple Bloom then asked, “Marble, mind if Ah ask you a question?” Marble simply nodded yes. Apple Bloom then continued, “How come you’re so open and friendly now, but earlier you were all reclusive and nervous?”

Marble backed away a bit, holding her arm and looking away so Apple Bloom could only see her hair covering her face. “Well… I guess….” Marble struggled to say, unable to continue. Apple Bloom continued, “Ah mean, Ah know Beachcomber said ya had anxiety an’ all, but….”

This was when Marble took a deep breath and said, “I don’t really know why I’m the way I am. I can be with you two, or beachcomber, or that boy you like, but unless I can kinda know someone, I just sort of shut off.”

Sideswipe then said, “Hm. This reminds me of something I read once. Maybe you’re on the autism spectrum.” The mere implication of that made Marble’s face turn pale, something that Apple Bloom realized was an incredibly touchy subject.

Thinking quickly, Apple Bloom made her way up to Marble and said, “Look, Ah don’t care if you’re on that spectrum or not. Ah like you the way you are.”

That must have done something right, because Marble, eyes starting to glimmer and shine, wrapped Apple Bloom in a massive hug, one which caught her off guard at first but which she quickly returned the favor. Sideswipe, for her part, was initially off put by this, but when Apple Bloom motioned to join in, she shrugged and said to herself, “Oh, what the hell?”

After joining in the group hug, Marble said, “Sorry about that, guess I got a little emotional for a moment.” Sideswipe replied, “Don’t sweat it. We all get a bit touchy feely every now and then.”

Straightening herself, Marble then asked, “So girls, shall we continue?”

“And that’s about it.” Marble said as she brought Sideswipe and Apple Bloom back to the grand foyer. Having seen the entire museum, Apple Bloom could certainly say that she may have learned a few things about rocks as well as extinct pig like animals.

Marble then asked, “So what did you guys think?” Apple Bloom answered, “It was amazin’! You’re pretty lucky to live here.” Shrugging, Marble replied, “I guess. It certainly helps that this place never gets too crowded.”

At that moment, the trio heard the unmistakable sound of Beachcomber's voice call out, “Well now, looks like somebody found her way out of her shell.” Marble, Apple Bloom, and Sideswipe turned to see Beachcomber, circles under his eyes, walk up to them. He then noticed Sideswipe and said, “Hey now, I didn’t know you were gonna bring an extra friend.”

Apple Bloom replied, “This is Sideswipe, and she decided to tag along. Ah hope that’s alright.” Marble then added, “She’s pretty cool.” Sideswipe then placed her hands around her jacket zipper as she replied, “Well, I do aim to please.”

Beachcomber then added, “Well now, seems like you’re really starting to make friends Marble.” He then turned to Apple Bloom and Sideswipe as he said, “Thanks for the help girls.” Apple Bloom replied, “No sweat Mr. Beachcomber. Ah’d love to help out again sometime.”

The sound of a clock began to go off, and Apple Bloom’s eyes drifted to a large clock on the museum wall. It was almost five o’ clock. “Uh oh! Ah better be goin’!” she said as she began to make her way to the exit. Sideswipe groaned with annoyance as she added, “I better head home to. Otherwise dad will start getting paranoid.”

Marble then said, “Thanks for coming. See you guys later!” Apple Bloom and Sideswipe waved goodbye as they departed through the exit and left the museum.

“Uncle Ironhide! Ah’m home!” Apple Bloom called out as she entered the store front of the chop shop. Ironhide, who was busy sweeping the floor, asked, “So, how did things go with Marble?”

“Ah’d say things went smooth as silk.” Apple Bloom replied. “Sideswipe showed up, and Marble showed us around the museum! She even went all giddy when we were in this room full of fossils!”

Ironhide couldn’t help but giggle as he added, “You know, I remember when Beachcomber first brought that girl to Allspark Wells. She was absolutely scared stiff of everybody, but once you mentioned extinct animals to her, she’d light up like a flare.”

That was when Apple Bloom nervously asked, “Speakin’ of Marble, can Ah ask you a question?” Ironhide nodded, giving her the green light. Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom asked, “Do you think Marble might be autistic?”

“Why do you think that?” Ironhide asked. Apple Bloom continued, “Well, Ah asked Marble about her emotional awkwardness, and when Sideswipe suggested she might be on the autism spectrum, she just turned paler than a ghost.”

Ironhide walked up to his niece and said, “It’s not my place to say if she does or not, but would it matter if she was?” Apple Bloom shook her head and replied, “No. She’s mah friend no matter what.”

“That’s my girl.” Ironhide said as he ruffled her hair. “Now run along and get ready for dinner. I think Wheeljack is making goulash.” That was when the smell of burnt food drifted in from the kitchen, followed by Wheeljack blurting out, “Oh come on, you mother puss bucket!”

Sighing, Ironhide corrected himself, “Scratch that. Sounds like I gotta order a pizza.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but giggle as she replied, “Alright.” With that, Apple Bloom departed to freshen herself up, as well as try and block out whatever string of obscenities Wheeljack was prone to begin shouting.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom finally gets to scrap some slag.

Apple Bloom's First Junker

One month. Today was the one month anniversary of Apple Bloom’s arrival in Allspark Wells, and the former farm girl didn’t know how to feel about it.

As she rose from her bed to the sound of the roosters cawing in the distance, her door was opened by Wheeljack, a jolly smile on his face. “Good morning!” He sang out as he lifted his right leg as he stepped into her room as if he were a cartoon character (or Pinkie Pie now that she thought about it).

“Mornin’ to you too Wheeljack.” Apple Bloom greeted her intruder as she rubbed her eyes to shake the last of her exhaustion away. She then asked, “So do ya mind explainin’ why ya barged into mah room?”

Wheeljack, shuffling his foot, answered, “I can’t say yet. Get ready and come on downstairs. Ironhide has something special in mind for you.” With that, he turned around to leave, only to be stopped when Apple Bloom asked, “So why did ya fee it so important to barge in here?” Wheeljack simply shrugged and replied, “Consider it payback for that stunt with the water.”

Once Wheeljack was gone, Apple Bloom sighed as she walked over to her drawers to find an appropriate outfit for today. After a few minutes of pondering, she settled on the now tried and true tested blue overalls with a yellow and blue plaid shirt, all topped off with her black boots. Now all that was left was to get her hair.

Making her way into the restroom, Apple Bloom began to fix her hair so that her braided pigtails were once again neat and clean. All in all, Apple Bloom realized that she didn’t look much like she did when she first arrived. With a different outfit and new hairstyle, she wouldn’t blame anyone back home for mistaking her for someone else entirely.

Then again, maybe that was a good thing. Considering all the problems she and the CMC caused during the Anon-A-Miss incident, it was nothing short of a miracle that she could even sleep at night without feeling guilt over what happened. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t even thought about her friends Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, or even what they had said to each other. As she sighed in resignation, Apple Bloom said to herself, “Maybe someday Ah can make it up to you girls.”

“Apple Bloom, you alright up there?” Ironhide called out from the floor below. Realizing that she was daydreaming and wasting time, Apple Bloom called back, “Ah’ll be down in a minute Uncle Ironhide.” Taking a deep breath, she said to herself, “Alright, time to see what Uncle Ironhide has for me today.”

As Apple Bloom made her way into the kitchen, she was pleasantly surprised to see the whole crew was already there. Ironhide was fixing up breakfast, Chromia was setting the table, Ratchet was preparing several cups of coffee, and Wheeljack was cleaning his glasses as he scratched his admittedly impressive mustache. All in all, things looked like it was just a normal family, at least if a normal family was made of a married couple, their friend, their unofficial niece, and whatever Wheeljack was.

Ironhide noticed that his niece had made her way down and greeted her. “Well now, good morning Apple Bloom.” Apple Bloom greeted her uncle, “Good Mornin’ to you too Uncle Ironhide. Anythin’ ya need help with?”

Chromia then added, “We’re just about done here sweetie.” Apple Bloom nodded and, knowing that there wasn’t anything she could do to help at the moment, made her way to her seat at the table. As she sat down, Wheeljack began to speak, “As I was saying earlier, today is a big day for you kid.”

Apple Bloom could only let out a playful chuckle as she replied, “Big enough to barge into mah room again?” The moment she said this, Ironhide, Chromia, and Ratchet all focused their attention on Wheeljack. The mechanic, feeling somewhat cornered, defiantly replied, “Hey at least I didn’t use the trash lid and the hammer!”

Ironhide, finishing up stirring some scrambled eggs, began to speak. “Well he is right Apple Bloom, we’ve got something special in mind for you today.” As he began to set the eggs on several plates for the others, Apple Bloom asked, “So is there somethin’ different ya need cleaned or there an errand ya need me to run?”

“Nope.” Ironhide replied. “Since today is your one month anniversary, Chromia and I decided that today you get to scrap your first car.” This made Apple Bloom’s heart jump. Was Ironhide finally trusting her to scrap a car?

Chromia then added, “Well, not exactly on your own. The boys here will be helping you tear apart this old sedan we found in the junkyard.” Apple Bloom mentally shrugged. Considering they would be working with sharp and rusty metal, it made sense that she wouldn’t be scrapping a car on her own just yet. Still, to finally be able to help scrap something, to finally do what they advertised, made Apple Bloom feel like she was truly part of the family.

“Alright!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. “Ah can’t wait!” Ratchet then spoke up, “Whoa there, keep it cool Apple Bloom. We don’t want you getting yourself hurt, now do we?” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment before replying, “Good point. Still, Ah can’t wait to finally tear apart.”

“It’s not quite that simple.” Ironhide said as he brought several plates over, each containing scrambled eggs, sausage, and two pieces of toast. As he began to set the table, he continued, “Scrapping around here isn’t as simple as crudely tearing a car apart. We’ll be starting off with…., well….” He paused for a moment before continuing, “We can start with the details after breakfast.”

After breakfast, Apple Bloom was brought into the garage with Ironhide, Ratchet, and Wheeljack. To her surprise, there was no car yet parked in the garage, only mobile cabinets of supplies and several clear bins. Confused, Apple Bloom asked, “Uh, Uncle Ironhide? Where is the car?” As Ratchet walked over to the wall and pressed a button, Ironhide replied, “It’ll be here in a minute.”

Sure enough, once the garage door opened, an old, rusty car entered the garage with Chromia behind the wheel. Said car was covered in rust and grime, and as far as Apple Bloom could tell, was probably fifty or so years old, if not older.

As Chromia turned the old car off for what would probably be the last time, she cheekily said, “Here she is. Ain’t she a beauty?” Ironhide replied, “Not as beautiful as you.” The blue clad woman couldn’t help but blush, and before long the two shared a brief kiss, much to Apple Bloom’s embarrassment.

“So Uncle Ironhide, what do ya need me to do first?” Apple Bloom asked. Ironhide, pulling a thick pair of gloves out of his own overall pockets, replied, “First, you and I are gonna go through this old junker and see if there’s any trash or anything else of value.” He then turned to Wheeljack as he continued, “While Wheeljack and Ratchet will go get the heavy tools for later.”

Wheeljack pumped his fists as he enthusiastically said, “Oh yeah. Time to tear some slag!” He then ran out of the garage as he called out, “Come on Ratchet! Let’s get the saw and the laser cutters!” Ratchet could only let out an exasperated, “I told you a hundred times Wheeljack, the prototypes aren’t ready yet.” He then began to follow his overenthusiastic colleague, leaving a confused Apple Bloom alone with Ironhide and Chromia.

Once Ratchet and Wheeljack were gone, Apple Bloom turned to her uncle and asked, “Laser cutters?” Ironhide, giving a whistful sigh, replied, “Wheeljack began working on some short range laser beams that can help with cutting things without sparks, but his prototypes guzzle energy like there’s no tomorrow and have a habit of….” He paused for a moment before bluntly continuing, “melting themselves.” Apple Bloom could only reply with a simple, “Ooh.”

With that out of the way, Ironhide then asked, “Now, how about we see what’s inside this old jalopy?” Apple Bloom gave a solid, “Alright!” With that, she walked up to the car’s left door and pulled the handle, only for nothing to happen. Confused, she asked out loud, “What the heck?” She continued to pull at the handle, until, out of the blue, she ripped said handle off, sending rust dust and a screw to the ground.

“Uh… Oops?” Apple Bloom said as she stared at the handle in her hand before bending down to pick up the rusty nail. Ironhide walked up to her and patted her on the back as he replied, “It’s alright kid. Things like that happen with junkers like this.” He then proceeded to walk around the car and tried to open the other door.

He and Apple Bloom were humorously surprised when, as he pulled the handle, he not only pulled the handle, but the entire door off. Ironhide could only chuckle as he added, “My point exact.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but laugh as she made her way up to her uncle to help him set down the rusty car door. Once they set it down, she remarked, “How is a hunk of junk like this even drivable?”

“I don’t rightly know.” Ironhide replied. “Though I don’t think that’s something we need to worry about.” He then stepped out of the way as he said, “Ladies first.” Apple Bloom, amused by the gesture, performed a curtsy as she replied, “Thank ya kindly.” With that, she descended into the old junker to see if there was anything of value.

“Ah’d say that just about does it.” Apple Bloom said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. For the last half hour, she and Ironhide had managed to remove just about every piece of trash from the car, and the only things left inside were the chairs and anything else bolted down to the car. It hadn’t been too much, but the heat of the poorly ventilated garage left her a bit worn out, yet invigorated for more.

Ironhide, grabbing a towel for his niece, replied, “I’ll say. Now all we’ve gotta do is remove the chairs.” As the older man handed Apple Bloom the towel, the latter asked, “So how we gonna do that?” Ironhide waived to the young girl and said, “Come over here and I’ll show you.”

When Apple Bloom made it over to her uncle, the older man knelt down and pointed to something under the chair. “You see those screws down there?” Apple Bloom knelt down and focused her eyes on to where he was pointing. Sure enough, his finger was aimed at a large screw that was holding the chair down to the car floor. Ironhide then continued, “Those screws are keeping the seats secure. You and I are gonna unscrew them so we can remove them so Wheeljack and Ratchet can saw the doors off.”

Ironhide then handed Apple Bloom a wrench as he playfully asked, “Would you like the honors?” Apple Bloom took the wrench as she, playing along, replied, “Ah’d be honored.” She then proceeded to set the wrench around the screw and, remembering the old phrase “righty tighty, lefty loosy,” began to turn to the left.

After about a minute, Apple Bloom felt the wrench loose its tension, followed by the gentle “ping” of something landing on the car’s floor. She stuck her head under the car seat to see that, indeed, the nut was now free. Reaching forward to grab it, Apple Bloom grasped the nut and presented it to Ironhide as she said, “What should Ah do with this?”

Ironhide raised his hand as he gently said, “You know, you can keep it. Think of it as a souvenir from your first junker.” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment before she shrugged and placed the small nut in her pocket. She then knelt back down and proceeded to undo another nut.

After a few minutes, Apple Bloom removed the final nut, leaving the chair free to be moved. Ironhide stepped forward and, stretching his arms, said, “Alright Apple Bloom. I’ve got this.” Apple Bloom stepped out of her uncle’s way, and the older man wrapped his hands around the chair as he pulled upward.

Apple Bloom was surprised to see that Ironhide was now holding the car chair on his own. The older man began to quickly walk towards the corner before dropping the chair with a loud thud. “Phew.” Ironhide said as he wiped some sweat from his brow. “Age must be catching up with me.”

“Ah don’t think you’re that old.” Apple Bloom replied, trying to comfort her uncle. Ironhide let out a gentle laugh as he replied, “Well thank you Apple Bloom, but honestly the gray hairs I get don’t lie.”

Before either Apple Bloom or Ironhide could say anything else, Ratchet and Wheeljack returned, both wearing leather aprons and metal masks whilst the latter held an electric saw.

“We’ve got the saw.” Ratchet said as he took the device from the clearly enthusiastic Wheeljack. “Did you two get all the chairs removed?” Ironhide motioned to the corner as he said, “We got one.”

Wheeljack let out a disappointed sigh as he said, “Ok. Let me get a good look the other seats.” He walked up to Apple Bloom and extended his hand before Ratchet cheekily asked, “Aren’t you forgetting to say something?” Wheeljack realized what he was implying as he said, “Sorry. May I please have the wrench?”

“Well….” Apple Bloom hesitated as she “pondered” whether or not she should before she continued, “Ah suppose so.” She then gave Wheeljack the wrench. The mechanic then began to strut to the other side of the car as he said, “Step aside ladies, ‘cause it’s time to work my magic.” Apple Bloom and the others could only playfully shake their heads as Ironhide said to himself, “What are we gonna do with that boy?”

After about ten minutes, all the remaining chairs had been removed. Once the last chair had been removed, Apple Bloom asked, “So uncle Ironhide, what do ya need me to do now?”

“Right now, it’s time for you to watch and learn.” Ironhide replied as he pointed to Ratchet with one hand as he pointed to the wall with the other. Ratchet silently nodded as he took the saw to the wall and plugged the cable on the end of the device into a power outlet in the wall.

Once the saw was plugged in, Ratchet turned to Apple Bloom and said, “You might want to stand back kid. Don’t want you getting hit by flying sparks.” Apple Bloom only needed a quick glance at the thick aprons he and Wheeljack were wearing to know that she shouldn’t argue with him.

Once Apple Bloom was safely out of the way, Ratchet powered on the saw. The device let out a high pitched whirling-whizzing noise as the blades ran around and around, like horses running a derby. The older man lowered his face mask so that all Apple Bloom could see was a metal plate with a dark tinted glass slit for his eyes.

Ratchet then began to lower the blades in between the car door and the rest of the car. The moment contact was made, bright yellow-orange sparks began to fly all over the garage as a high pitched grinding sound filled the air, forcing Apple Bloom to cover her ears.

After a few minutes, the rusty car door fell to the ground before falling over. Ratchet proceeded to turn off the saw as he raised his mask, remarking, “We’ve got one down.” Wheeljack then walked up to him, giving Ratchet what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. Rolling his eyes in “resignation,” Ratchet said, “Alright. Knock yourself out.” He then handed the saw to Wheeljack, who proceeded to let out a mischievous giggle as he walked up to another car door and turned the machine back on.

Apple Bloom turned to Ironhide and remarked, “There’s somethin’ odd about Wheeljack.” Ironhide gave his niece a playful smirk as he asked, “What makes you think that?” Apple Bloom would have replied, but she was cut off as the sound of the saw cutting through metal returned, the only sound able to be heard above the grinding was a maniacal laughter that could only come from Wheeljack.

“On second thought, Ah think he’s just crazy.” Apple Bloom deadpanned to her uncle. Ironhide patted her on the shoulder as he said, “You get used to his madness.”

When all the doors had been removed, the group had split up to perform their own tasks. Ironhide began to remove the engine and other devices from the front of the junker, Wheeljack was undoing the hubcaps, Ratchet was under the car, and Apple Bloom was, well, she hadn’t been given a task at the moment. And without something to do, boredom had begun to set in.

At least, it had until she noticed that the car doors had been set aside. Curious, she walked up to her uncle and asked, “Uncle Ironhide, what are we gonna do with the doors?”

“Wheeljack and I are gonna take them over to the smelting pools.” Ironhide replied. Apple Bloom then asked, “Need me to help with them?” Ironhide, not even lifting his head from the engine, answered, “No. We don’t need you cutting yourself.”

Apple Bloom sighed and said, “Alright.” She began to walk away before Ironhide said, “Don’t worry. I’ll have something for you soon enough.” Apple Bloom nodded and made her way over to the car doors. She may not have been able to do anything with them, but she figured she could at least take a closer look at them.

In truth, there wasn’t anything exceptionally special about the doors. They were simple car doors covered in rust and grime, clearly making it clear that they were very old. The only other thing that caught Apple Bloom’s attention was the clean cut from where Ratchet had sawed through, leaving an untainted, unbroken edge. the area around the cuts didn’t appear to have the kind of rust the rest of the car had.

That’s when Apple Bloom had a stupid idea. Some part of her wanted to see just how sharp the cut edges were. Of course she wasn’t going to try and cut herself, only gently compare it to the rest of the door.

Apple Bloom began to run her hand over the rusty door, letting her fingers feel the rust. Something about it felt, for lack of a better word, nice. It kind of reminded her of an old phrase Granny Smith taught her, “Turnin’ apples into apple cider.” The phrase usually meant to describe the process of turning something undesirable into something valuable, not unlike turning lemons into lemonade. Considering Ironhide and the others made money by tearing old cars apart for their pieces or to melt them down for slag, it certainly seemed to be rather appropriate.

As Apple Bloom’s hand closed the distance between itself and the sliced hinges, she heard Wheeljack call out to her, “Hey Apple Bloom, what are doing with the doors?” Apple Bloom, rising to her feet, began to call back, “Ah was just takin’ a clos……”

That was when she felt a sharp pain on her palm. “Ouch!” Apple Bloom exclaimed as she held her hand to her chest as she realized something; her hand was now a little wet. Taking a look at her palm, she was terrified to see that her palm now had a small but noticeable tear across, blood beginning to come out.

Ratchet took one sniff of the air and, worry in his voice, turned to Ironhide and said, “Sir I smell blood.” Ironhide’s eyes shrank as he turned to Apple Bloom, fear on her face as she tried to hide her hand, and then to the car doors, where the sliced hinges had small amounts of what could only be blood on them.

“Oh shit! Apple Bloom!” Ironhide shouted as he ran up to his niece and began to inspect her cut hand. As he inspected it, he worriedly, yet slightly angrily asked, “What the hell where you thinking?”

Apple Bloom, scared and ashamed, replied, “Ah was just…. Ah just wanted to see how sharp the edges were.” Ironhide sighed as he regained his composure before he said, “Needless to say, I think you’ve done enough scrapping for today.”

“What?” Apple Bloom asked. “But Uncle Ironhide, Ah…” Ironhide raised his hand as he said, “No. That’s a pretty nasty cut, which means you’d be working with one hand.”

Ratchet then asked, “Kid, you’ve had a tetanus shot, right?” Apple Bloom, confused, replied, “Ah don’t know what that is, so Ah’ll say no?” Ratchet, realizing the implication, sighed as he said, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He then ran off, leaving Apple Bloom alone with Ironhide and Wheeljack.

Wheeljack asked, “You alright Apple Bloom?” Apple Bloom shrugged as she replied, “Ah guess. Mah hand kinda hurts.” Wheeljack caught a glimpse as he replied, “I bet.”

Apple Bloom turned to her uncle and began to apologize. “Uncle Ironhide, Ah’m sorry Ah got mahself hurt.” To her surprise, Ironhide rested his hand on her shoulder as he replied, “It’s alright Apple Bloom. We all get ourselves cut. Remind me next time to get you a set of gloves, ok?” Apple Bloom, smiling, replied, “Thanks.” She then leapt towards her uncle and wrapped him in a big hug, a sight that made Wheeljack feel a little “sappy.”

Ratchet returned with a first aid kit and, to Apple Bloom’s surprise, a syringe. “Alright…” He began before turning to Ironhide. “Ironhide, you sure that Apple Bloom here hasn’t had a tetanus shot?”

Ironhide shook his head as he replied, “Applejack and Miss Smith didn’t say anything about it, so I’m going to assume no.”

Setting his first aid kid down, Ratchet took the syringe and walked up to Apple Bloom. “Ok Apple Bloom, I’m going to need you to roll up your sleeve.” Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment, but the pain in her hand told her to just get it over with. She rolled up her sleeve as Ratchet took the syringe and removed its cap.

“Apple Bloom, this is a tetanus shot.” Ratchet said. “This should help keep you from getting tetanus.” The old medic took the needle as he inspected her arm. After finding the right spot, he warned her, “Now, you’ll feel a slight prick.” Apple Bloom didn’t say anything, simply nodding and prepared herself.

Apple Bloom did indeed feel a slight prick as Ratchet stuck the needle into her arm. After taking the needle out, he placed a band-aid over where he stuck the syringe as he said, “That’s the tetanus shot down. Now let’s get that hand of yours.”

After a few minutes, Ratchet had disinfected Apple Bloom’s palm and wrapped it in bandages and gauze. “There we go!” Ratchet said as he wiped his hands. “Keep your hand stable and by the end of the week it should be right as rain.” Apple Bloom nodded as she said, “Thanks.” She then turned to Ironhide and asked, “So, what do ya need me to do now?”

Apple Bloom should have known she’d be asked to sweep the store front. At the moment, it was the only thing that Ironhide had for her to do, at least that she could do with only one hand. Part of her was angry at herself for doing something as stupid as getting herself cut.

And yet, she couldn’t stay mad at herself for long. Ironhide had shown more concern than anger, and both he and Ratchet had made it clear that her hand would be alright within a few days.

All in all, it had turned out to be a surprisingly average day. Apple Bloom learned something new about scrapping, got herself hurt and in trouble, and ultimately found herself in, for lack of a better term, trouble. All she could think of was, ‘Ah wonder what Applejack, Big Mac, and Granny Smith are up to?”

Granny Smith found herself staring at a simple invitation. It was an old invitation, from years long past. Heck, it was older than even Big Macintosh. She could only trace her fingers across it as she took a deep breath. The invitation read…

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Ironhide and Chromia

She remembered that day. It had been a year or so after Ironhide returned from Southeast Asia. He had been kicked to the curb by almost everyone else he knew, and needed a friend. A friend like her son, Bright Macintosh.

But Bright Mac failed to be there for his old friend. When word of Ironhide’s unit had done reached back home, Bright Mac cut all ties from him, and when Ironhide tried to explain things, to say they got in a fight would be an understatement.

Granny Smith silently cursed herself for not keeping her son in check. Maybe things could have gone better, but she knew one thing; Ironhide and Bright Mac only met one more time afterwards, where both men apologized for what happened, and Ironhide offered one favor to make up for his own angry outburst.

And now he was taking care of her granddaughter because of that favor.

Granny Smith knew what she had to do. She decided that the next morning, she would tell her remaining grandchildren about their “uncle,” as well as why he and their father drifted apart in the first place.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; we take a break from Allspark Wells as Granny Smith tells Applejack and Big Macintosh about their "Uncle" Ironhide.

Who is Uncle Ironhide?

“See y’all later!” Applejack called out as she waved to her friends. She and the other Rainbooms had just finished another practice session, and now everyone was returning home.

Well, everyone except Sunset Shimmer. After the nightmare that was the Anon-A-Miss incident, Sunset had, for the most part, severed most of her ties with the gang. Sure, she was friendly when running into them in the halls, but she refused to join the Rainbooms and spent most of her free time with the Wondercolts. Only Rainbow Dash had any regular contact with her, and if what she had told Applejack, Sunset found the situation perfect.

“Gah, dammit Apple Bloom!” Applejack muttered to herself as she remembered what had derailed her train of thought. For the last month she had barely thought of her sister or how she had masterminded the whole ordeal. In truth, once she was gone, Applejack realized that life had very quickly become, for lack of a better term, normal. Other than the occasional person calling her “Piggly Wiggly,” life had returned to how it was before Twilight showed up in their lives, if not even better.

But that was in the past. Today was a new day, and Applejack knew she just had to keep moving forward. Taking a deep breath, she forced the thoughts of the past, Apple Bloom and all, out of her mind and walked up to her family’s home and opened the door.

The moment Applejack opened the family door, heard the unmistakable sound of her grandmother call out to her. “Applejack, you mind comin’ over here for a minute?”

“Sure thing Granny.” Applejack replied as she set her backpack down. That was certainly odd. Normally Granny Smith was busy this time of day, and she couldn’t tell what kind of mood the Apple matriarch was in. Was she angry, or injured, depressed, disappointed, or a combination of the lot?

Applejack made her way into the family glen to see that not only was Granny Smith waiting for her, but her older brother Big Macintosh was there as well, looking nervous and surprisingly pale. The older woman then said, “Applejack, would you mind sittin’ down?”

“Uh, sure.” Applejack replied, starting to internally panic. “Are we in trouble for somethin’?”

“Oh heck no dear.” Granny Smith replied. Applejack let out a sigh of relief as Big Mac let out a deep breath, color returning to his face. As the young man caught his breath, Granny Smith continued, “You kids ain’t in trouble. Ah just wanna talk to ya about your Uncle Ironhide.”

That caught Applejack’s attention. “Ironhide?” The teenaged farm girl asked. “Wait a minute, Apple Bloom didn’t get in trouble did she?”

Granny Smith raised her hand and said, “Now look here youngin’, if Apple Bloom got herself into trouble, we’d have heard from him by now.” Applejack backed away a bit, surprised by her grandmother’s sternness. The older woman continued, “Tell me somethin’. What do you two know about your uncle?”

“Well….” Big Mac began before Applejack interrupted him. “Well, he was an old friend of Ma and Pa, he was in the army, and at some point he said he owed Pa a favor, and that we could call that favor in.” Big Mac simply nodded as he added his trademark, “Eeyup.”

Granny Smith then said, “Ah see. What else do ya know about him?” Applejack tried to think of something, but realized that she, indeed, didn’t know anything else about her “uncle.” Granny Smith knew from the look on her granddaughter’s face that she couldn’t think of anything else about him.

“Ah should’ve known.” The old woman began as she took a deep breath. “So you agreed to leave your little sister in the hands of, as far as you know, a total stranger.” Applejack was taken aback at the sudden accusation her grandmother had just made against her. Before she could say anything to defend herself, Granny Smith raised her hand and continued. “Of course Ah guess Ah’m not free of blame. After all, when we felt that we couldn’t trust her, Ah was the one who brought Ironhide’s favor up.”

Granny Smith then pulled out the Apple Family scrapbook as she said, “Since there ain’t no point in frettin’ how we got here, Ah feel it’s time Ah did somethin’ Ah should’ve done a long time ago.” She opened the book to some of the back pages, something Applejack hadn’t seen her do in a long time, as the older woman continued. “Ah think it’s time you learned who your uncle really is.”

After stopping at one of the pages, Granny Smith showed the page to her grandchildren. As she pointed to one picture, she said, “Now this here is the oldest picture Ah have of Ironhide and your pa.” Applejack got up and walked over to her grandmother to get a closer look at the picture.

She was surprised to see a simple picture of two little boys with a noticeably younger Granny Smith. One was the obvious yellow skin, red hair, and iconic Stetson of her father Bright Mac while the other was a gray skinned boy in red overalls with black hair. Granny Smith continued, “That there was not long after Ironhide and his Pa, a man by the name of Armor Hide, moved to Canterlot City.”

Big Mac then asked, “So they were like childhood friends?” Granny Smith nodded as she replied, “You sure bet. They weren’t as close as your Pa was to Burnt Oak, but they could be as thick as thieves.” She then pointed to another picture that appeared to have been taken a few years later, with a smiling Ironhide sporting a black eye and several bruises. The Apple matriarch then added, “That there was when Ironhide took on a group of the Pears who were pickin’ on your Ma and Pa.”

Applejack could only give a quiet, “Whoa.” She knew that the Apple Family had an intense rivalry with the Pear Clan that lasted for years, but never thought that their feud would have ever gotten anyone else involved. “Ah take it Ironhide was a bit of a fighter?” Applejack asked.

“You sure bet sugarcube.” Granny Smith replied. “As much as Ah raised you and your Pa to never get in a fight, Ironhide was a bit of a hothead.” She let out a whistful sigh as she continued, “Why Ah remember one time your Ma came over cryin’ cause a young Filthy Rich tripped her, ruinin’ some new pear cake she’d been workin’ on, and when Ironhide found out, he demanded Filthy apologize.” She then giggled before continuing, “Of course, Filthy didn’t. He said we were just some clan of redneck hicks and, well… Ironhide straightened him out on a few things.”

Applejack could only cringe as she said, “Sounds like he was a bit of a bad influence.” Granny Smith let out a sigh as she added, “Ironhide weren’t the kind of boy who went lookin’ for fights. He only got tough when someone threatened him, your Pa, or your Ma.” She then flipped the page to reveal a few other photos of Ironhide and their parents. She then pointed to one photo where a teenaged Ironhide and Pear Butter were presenting a cake to Bright Mac. Granny Smith then explained, “This here was Your Ma and him celebratin’ your Pa’s birthday.”

Big Mac then asked, “So Ironhide was a lot like Ma and Pa?” Granny Smith replied, “He still is, if what Ah hear is true.” She then pointed to another picture, this one showing Ironhide working on making a new plow. “Ya know that old plow we use for tillin’ the ground? Ironhide made that all by himself.”

That took Applejack’s breath away. “Wait, Ironhide made the plow all by himself?” Granny Smith replied, “Well, he didn’t make fashion the wood by himself, but he did melt the metal down and forge the plow part.”

Granny Smith then took a deep breath and said, “Of course, that was only a few years before Ironhide and your Pa drifted away.” Big Mac noticed the somber change in tone as he asked, “What happened?” Granny Smith then replied, “You know how there was all that trouble in Southeast Asia right?”

Applejack and Big Mac nodded. They knew that there had been a war in southeast Asia just after their parents got married, and that as far as they knew, it was a political disaster. Curious, Applejack, “Wait, didn’t Pa manage to not have to go over?”

“Eeyup.” Granny Smith replied. “You’re Pa was never drafted.” She then took a deep breath as she continued, “Ironhide on the other hand….”

Bright Mac and Pear Butter, the newlywed couple, were returning to home to Sweet Apple Acres. They had just finished their honeymoon, and were looking forward to returning to a normal life. Pear Butter leaned against her husband and asked, “So, what will we do now?” Bright Mac replied, “Ah don’t really know, but Ah do know whatever happens, we’ll conquer it together.” The two young lovebirds leaned into a brief kiss as they stepped forward into the door.

The moment they stepped through the door, they were surprised by the sounds of two familiar voices calling out, “Welcome home!” Bright Mac and Pear Butter were stunned for a moment before noticing who had been waiting for them.

Standing in the foyer under a large “welcome home” sign were two very familiar individuals. One was the familiar light green (and plus sized) form of Granny Smith, or just Ma to the two young adults. The other, a young gray man in a red shirt and dark gray overalls, could only have been one person.

“Ironhide!” Bright Mac said with glee as he ran up to his childhood friend and wrapped him in a massive hug. “What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.” Ironhide nonchalantly replied. “Since Chromia is off with her family, I figured I’d stop by and give you two a little something I’ve been workin’ on.”

Bright Mac noticed the subtle movements, movements the average person couldn’t notice, and gave a cheeky, “You’re lyin’ about somethin’.” Ironhide let out a chuckled sigh as he replied, “Well, it’s not exactly big. Follow me.” The gray skinned man motioned for the two newlyweds to follow him to the living room.

Once in the living room, Ironhide brought his friends’ attention to the center of the room where a brand new plow rested in place of a coffee table. Pear Butter held her hands to her mouth as she asked, “Ironhide, did you make this?”

Ironhide shrugged as he replied, “Yup. I noticed your current plow is covered in rust, so I figured it’d be a nice homecoming gift.” Pear Butter turned to her friend and said, “Thank you Ironhide.”

Bright Mac, however, was staring at the plow, his jaw dropped as he found himself absolutely dumbfounded. When Ironhide tried to get his attention, he was surprised when Bright Mac wrapped him in yet another massive hug.

“Thank you Ironhide!” Bright Mac thanked his friend as he continued to crush his friend. Pear Butter stepped forward and said, “I think you’re choking him honey.” Bright Mac let out a guilty chuckle as he released Ironhide, who found himself taking deep breaths to regain his breath.

“You’re welcome.” Ironhide replied as he managed to rise to his feet. “What would you two do without me?”

Granny Smith then joined the group as she asked, “Now then, how about you two youngin’s go freshen up while Ironhide and Ah get supper ready?” Bright Mac nodded yes as he replied, “Alright Ma.”

Pear Butter then said, “I call dibs on the shower first!” She then proceeded to storm up the stairs, leaving Granny Smith, Bright Mac, and Ironhide behind as her husband mumbled to himself, “No fair.”

After freshening up with a shower and change into more comfortable clothes, Bright Mac and Pear Butter had joined their friend and grandmother to a nice dinner. Unsurprisingly, the two newlyweds were seated next to each other.

“So Ironhide.” Pear Butter asked her friend. “You have any plans for the future?” Ironhide, taking a sip from his drink, replied, “Honestly, I’m not sure.” He then asked, “What about you two?” Pear Butter simply shrugged as she replied, “We’re gonna continue running the farm.” Ironhide could only let out a chuckle as he replied, “I figured. You two always seemed like the farmer types.”

At that moment, the group heard the sound of someone knocking at the door. “Now what in tarnation is that?” Granny Smith asked out loud. They hadn’t been expecting anyone else to stop by, and the only other person who would have shown up, Chromia, was away with family.

Pear Butter rose from her seat and said, “I’ll go see who it is.” Granny Smith, Bright Mac, and Ironhide nodded as she rose and proceeded to make her way to the front door.

Opening the front door, Pear Butter was greeted by a small bald man in a smart suit. The man then tipped his hat as he asked, “Excuse me ma’am, but is there a man by the name of Ironhide here?”

“Uh, Yeah.” Pear Butter replied. “Let me go get him.” The man nodded as the young woman gently closed the door before returning to the dining room. She then said, “Hey Ironhide, there’s this guy outside. Says he’s looking for you.”

Ironhide gave his surrogate family a confused looks as he replied, “Okay? I’ll settle whatever it is.” He then let out a nervous chuckle as he added, “Probably someone delivering a letter for dad.” Bright Mac and Pear Butter joined in with nervous laughter of their own. Once Ironhide rose from his seat, Granny Smith, who hadn’t joined in, muttered, “Ah got a bad feelin’ in mah bones about this.”

Bright Mac gulped as he rose from his own seat, saying, “I’ll go take a look.” Granny Smith nodded as she replied, “Alright, just don’t get in the way.” Bright Mac nodded before tip toeing to the front door.

Bright Mac snuck up to the door, keeping out of sight from Ironhide and the smartly dressed man. As he stayed out of sights, he worried that something else was going on other than a business deal. He heard the other man speak, but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Then, heard the man say a terrifying phrase. “I know you’ll make your country proud son.” Bright Mac gulped as he realized what the man was implying. He’d heard how trouble was going on in Southeast Asia, and that troops were starting to be deployed. That could only lead to one conclusion, but he didn’t want to admit it.

At least he didn’t until Ironhide snapped him out of his trance. “Hey, you alright?” Ironhide asked, the normally positive energy replaced with a pale face and a melancholic tone. Bright Mac managed to shake himself back to reality as he replied, “Yeah, I am.” he then asked, “So did you just get….”

Ironhide raised his hand as he said, “I’m telling them all at once.” He then took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure as he said, “Because I’m not doing this again.” Bright Mac could only nod and reply, “Alright.”

When Ironhide and Bright Mac returned to the dining room, Pear Butter noticed the defeated look on their faces as she asked, “What happened?” Bright Mac tried to speak, but Ironhide stepped forward and opened his letter as he began to read it out loud.

“Greetings Ironhide. You are hereby ordered for induction into the Armed Forces and to report to the…..”

He couldn’t even finish before Pear Butter began to weep. Seeing his wife cry broke Bright Mac and he too devolved into a sobbing mess. Granny Smith simply let what had been said sink in. She didn’t want believe it, but she knew that it was true.

Ironhide, one of her son’s best friends and someone who she had seen grow up, had been drafted.

Taking a deep breath, Granny Smith asked, “So when do ya report?” Ironhide sighed as he replied, “Two days from now.”

“It’s not fair!” Bright Mac shouted. “Why does he have to go all the way to the other end of the world for nothing more than…. Than because someone wants him to?” No one had an answer for him, just more deafening silence. He then suggested, “What if you ran away?”

Ironhide immediately replied, “I do that and get caught, best case I still get sent over anyway. Worst case I go to prison.” Bright Mac tried to continued, But Ironhide raised the letter to his face and practically shouted, “Bright Mac, what’s done is DONE!”

No one said anything for ten minutes. Ten minutes that felt like an eternity. Finally, Ironhide let out a defeated sigh as he said, “Look, we can’t change what’s going to happen. At least we can finish one last supper?” Bright Mac, Pear Butter, and Granny Smith nodded in confirmation. With that, everyone sat back down and resumed eating.

But there was no joy, no energy, no happiness for the rest of the evening. Only tranquil silence and resignation for what had just happened. And what they didn’t know was that this would be the last dinner Ironhide would ever have with the Apples.

“Mah goodness.” Applejack said in shock as Granny Smith finished recalling the clearly painful memories. “So, Uncle Ironhide was drafted?”

“Yep.” Granny Smith replied. “The next day he took a duffle bag, made his way to the civic center, hopped on a bus, and went off.” She took a deep breath as she continued, “Ah’d have gone to see him off, but mah hip started actin’ up. Luckily your Ma and Pa were able to say goodbye.”

Big Mac, taking everything in, asked, “So was that when Uncle Ironhide went off to Asia?” Granny Smith replied, “Not exactly. Apparently he was gonna be in the Marine Corps, but he got in some sort of altercation regardin’ his drill sergeant fella.” She then pointed to the photo of Ironhide, Bright Mac, and Pear Butter as she continued, “Ironhide was sent to join the army, and he must have done somethin’ right, ‘cause he was placed in some sort of fancy unit called the….” She stumbled for a moment as she struggled to remember the unit’s name. after a few moments, she snapped her fingers as she continued, “The Wreckers. They called themselves the Wreckers.”

Applejack then asked, “So, when was that photo taken?” Granny Smith replied, “Well, that was a few months later. Ironhide had just come home after he finished training and…..”

“Look at you!” Bright Mac said with glee as he placed his hands on one of his Ironhide’s shoulders. “You look like one of my old action figures.” Pear Butter walked up to her husband and quipped, “You mean dolls, right?” Bright Mac could only groan as he replied, “They’re not dolls, they’re action figures.”

Doll or action figure, Ironhide certainly looked the part. His hair had been cut down to a crew cut, his muscles were more defined, and he was clad in a green uniform with light green splotches around it, a shirt and tie underneath, and a red beret with a pin on it.

“Yeah well, personally I think the look suits me.” Ironhide replied, a cocky grin forming on his face. “I gotta admit, the marines were a bunch of bastards. I remember one time our drill instructor, this real bastard of a sergeant called Sentinel Prime, choke another recruit, I kicked him in his ovaries.”

Granny Smith gave Ironhide the stink eye as she called out, “Watch your mouth there young man.” Ironhide gulped at the sight of his not-quite-mother scolding him and replied, “Sorry ma’am. But I’ve heard men say things that’d turn you red.”

Pear Butter then asked, “So Ironhide, what unit are you in?” Ironhide replied, “84^th Infantry. We’re a commando unit trained in high risk demolitions and sabotage.” When Bright Mac gave him confused look, the gray skinned man sighed and added, “In simpler terms, we blow stuff up.” Pear Butter could only reply, “Wow. Sounds kinda violent.”

Granny Smith, pulling out a camera, called out, “Alright now, let me get a photo of y’all.” Ironhide, Pear Butter, and Bright Mac lined up next to each other and faced the not-quite-old Apple matriarch. “Ok now, say “apple fritters!” The three younger people replied, “Apple fritters!” With that, Granny Smith took the picture, capturing the moment for all eternity.

“So, Ah gotta question.” Applejack asked. “If Ironhide and Pa were so close, what happened?” Granny Smith took a deep breath, almost as if she didn’t want to reveal what happened, and replied, “Ironhide got caught up in some things that happened in the war, and your Pa heard about it. He and your ma right up and cut him out of their lives.” She then closed her eyes as she added, “Next time they met, well, things were said and they got in the nastiest fight Ah’ve ever seen.” Applejack then asked, “What happened?”

That was when Granny Smith closed the book and replied, “That’s a little project Ah got for you two.” Applejack and Big Mac shared confused looks at each other before their grandmother continued. “Ah want you two to find out everythin’ else you can about your uncle before Apple Bloom comes home, but you can’t ask him directly or your sister.”

Applejack was stunned. Whenever Granny Smith tasked them with a project, she expected it to be done, and with the parameters set, she didn’t know where to start. “But…” she began. “Where do we start?”

Granny Smith replied, “Ah’d suggest askin’ other members of the family. He was close with Goldie Delicious, so she’d be a good place to start.” With that, she set the photo album down and rose from her chair, saying, “But not tonight. For now, how about you youngin’s help your old granny get supper ready?”

Applejack and Big Mac both replied with an enthusiastic, “Eeyup.” After all, they would have more than a few months before Apple Bloom came back, and it wasn’t like their uncle just vanished for several years, right?

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom and Tender Taps go to the Allspark Wells Railroad Junction and meet the "far out" station master.

Do the Locomotion

Apple Bloom found scrubbing the floor was noticeably trickier when one of her hands was wrapped in bandages. It had been two days since the unfortunate incident with the old car doors, and it had been decided that she wouldn’t be handling anything sharp until her hand healed, and it would be even longer until she was involved in any more scrapping.

Still, Apple Bloom didn’t quite mind. Ironhide and the others still found more than enough tasks to keep her busy, and she found that she was starting to finish them quicker. And as much as Ironhide was, in the loosest sense, her jailer, he often allowed her to relax once her tasks were done. If the circumstances regarding her being in Allspark Wells weren’t as dire, she’d have trouble telling if she were back home or not.

From the back of the shop, Apple Bloom heard the sound of the door open. She rose from the floor and found Ironhide emerging with a large box in his hands. “Ah, Apple Bloom.” The older man greeted his niece. “I need a favor to ask of you.”

“What do ya mean Uncle Ironhide?” Apple Bloom asked as she walked up to her uncle. She had a hunch that Ironhide needed her to run an errand. After all, every time she had been doing chores when he interrupted her, it was usually because he needed her to deliver something that he or the others were otherwise momentarily unable to.

“I need you to deliver something for me.” Ironhide said, confirming Apple Bloom’s suspicions. He set the box on the storefront counter as he explained. “I need you to drop some railroad spikes Wheeljack and I cleaned up for an old acquaintance by the name of Astrotrain. I’d go myself but Ratchet needs my help with cleaning an old truck that might be salvageable.”

“Sure thing sir. Ah can do it.” Apple Bloom said as she made her way up to the box and wrapped her arms around it. The box may not have been a featherweight, but it was still lighter than she thought it’d be. “Huh, not as heavy as Ah thought.” She said as she began to carry the box, the jingling of the railroad spikes ringing like music to her ears. “So Uncle Ironhide, where do ya need me to take these?”

Ironhide replied, “The old railroad station. It’s not too far from Miss Hoofer Steps’s Dance School.” He then gave his niece a knowing smile as he added, “I bet there’s a certain boy you might just run into.”

“Uncle Ironhide!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, her face turning nearly as red as her hair. “Tender Taps is mah friend, not…. Ya know.” Ironhide simply basked in his niece’s embarrassment.

Apple Bloom pedaled down the street, package firmly planted on the back of her bicycle. Sure enough, as she made her way through town, she couldn’t help but begin to pass by the familiar sights of the dance studio. As much as she knew she had a job to do, she couldn’t help but at least just pop by.

Right As she began to approach the dance school, Apple Bloom was pleasantly surprised to see Tender Taps emerge from the front door. Rather than his normal attire, he wore a black tank top and black work out pants, he had a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, and a few beads of sweat were visible on his forehead. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find that the sight of him made her feel, for lack of a better term, very strange.

Tender Taps waved back into the open door as he said, “See you tomorrow ma’am.” He then began to walk away, gently shuffling his feet as if he were still dancing; at least until he realized that someone was watching him.

“Apple Bloom!” Tender Taps said as he ran up to his friend and nearly tackled her in a surprisingly strong hug. Apple Bloom, for her part, managed to wiggle her way off of her bike as she returned the gesture.

“Miss me Ah take it?” Apple Bloom playfully asked as Tender Taps released her from his near bone crushing hug. Tender Taps, his face starting to turn a slight shade of red, replied, “Maybe a little bit.” He then noticed her hand and asked, “What happened to your hand?”

Apple Bloom replied, “Ah cut it helpin’ Uncle Ironhide scrappin’ this old junker. Don’t worry, it’s alright.”

Tender Taps, taking a deep breath as he took in what he’d just heard, replied, “Well, at least you’re alright.” So what brings you all the way out here this time?”

“Ah gotta deliver these railroad spikes over to the old railroad station. Uncle Ironhide said it was around here somewhere.” Apple Bloom replied. Tender Taps began to scratch his chin before remarking, “Oh, I know where that is!” He then leaned against her as he mischievously asked, “Mind if I show you?”

Apple Bloom decided to play along as she curtsied. “Ah’d like that very much good sir.” She said, trying to replicate the fancy accent Rarity had. Tender Taps raised his fist high as he leapt into the air.

“Awh yeah!” Tender Taps exclaimed. “Oh, wait just one moment!” He said as he set his bag on the ground and unzipped it. Apple Bloom began to peek inside as he reached his hand inside. Tender Taps noticed his friend’s curiosity and asked, “Wondering if I’m gonna pull my tap shoes out?” Apple Bloom gave a dramatic pause before she replied, “The thought crossed mah mind.”

“Well not this time.” Tender Taps replied as he pulled out a dark gray button shirt. Slipping the shirt on, he said, “can’t look like an absolute slob, can I? Gotta have some sense of style.”

“Ah think you got plenty of style.” Apple Bloom complimented as she rested a hand on Tender Taps’s shoulder. Personally, she couldn’t help but find him rather handsome without the shirt on, even if he hadn’t buttoned it, leaving the black tank top underneath clearly exposed.

“Uh, Apple Bloom?” Tender Taps asked, his face starting to blush again. Apple Bloom managed to snap herself out of her “confused feelings.” Managing to regain some semblance of a coherent thought, she replied, “Uh, sorry about that. Got lost on mah train of thought.”

“In that case…” Tender Taps began as he slipped his bag back over his shoulder. “I think it’s time this train arrived at the station.” With that, the two young teenagers mounted their bicycles and made their way to the train station.

Apple Bloom was surprised to find that the station didn’t look particularly busy. In fact, the faded paint and dirty windows made it clear that the station hadn’t received any real visitors in the past week, or month, or maybe even year.

“This place doesn’t look real welcomin’.” Apple Bloom whispered to Tender Taps. The young boy nodded as he replied, “It might look like it, but at least it’s not derelict.” Apple Bloom gave him a look that made it clear she did not find his answer convincing. Tender Taps, for his part, simply replied, “Well, let’s see if anyone’s home.”

Walking up to the station’s front door, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but find the building even more intimidating. Taking a deep breath, she said to herself, “Alright. Deliver the package and go. Deliver the package and go.” Taking one of her arms and releasing it from the box, she began to knock on the door. There was no response.

“Huh.” Tender Taps said out loud. “I swear I’ve seen at least one person here.” He then stepped forward and knocked on the door himself. Once again, there was no response.

“Ah got a bad feelin’ about this.” Apple Bloom said to Tender Taps. Tender would have replied, but he was interrupted by a sound neither he nor Apple Bloom expected.

From somewhere on the other side of the door, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps heard the sound of a song playing on a radio. She couldn’t comprehend most of the lyrics, but she could make out the phrase, “Do the Locomotion.” Tender Taps immediately spoke up, “Hey, I know this song!”

Apple Bloom then added, “And unless someone has some weird sort of thing that can play music on a timer, that means someone is here.” She then knocked on the door again, this time much louder than before.

From the other side of the door, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps heard a gruff, unfamiliar voice call out, “The door is open. I’ll see you in the grand foyer.” Taking this greeting as an invitation, Apple Bloom reached for the door handle and turned it. True enough, the door was unlocked, and the two kids entered the old station.

Apple Bloom found the station, though covered in dust, was still in surprisingly good condition. The tables and benches were still standing, the lights were shining brightly with their ancient yellow glow, and if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, Apple Bloom could still make out a large chalk board above an enclosed kiosk with destinations, arrival times, and a list of every town and city all the way to Canterlot City.

Apple Bloom was so stunned speechless that she failed to notice a door behind her open. What did catch her attention after a few seconds was the music playing from the other room, specifically some song from decades past. Turning around, she found a tall man with pale, white skin, and a dark gray and purple suit entering.

“Well now, what have we here?” The man said in the same gravelly voice from earlier. Apple Bloom was stunned enough to momentarily lose her balance, forcing Tender Taps to step in and help her catch her balance as well as making the box rattle. “Sounds to me like you’re here to deliver the railroad spikes.” The man in purple remarked.

“Yeah.” Apple Bloom said as she regained her breath. “Mah uncle Ironhide said you wanted these.” She then presented the box to the man in purple. She then introduced herself, “Uh, howdy. Ah’m Apple Bloom and this is mah friend Tender Taps.” As she said his name, the young boy bowed.

The older man, still holding the box in his hands, replied, “The name’s Astrotrain. I take care of this place, pretty much the only one who does anymore.” Apple Bloom noticed he said the latter part with a hint of resignation. However, before she could reply, Astrotrain continued, “Of course, this place wasn’t exactly the greatest meeting place even at the height of rail travel.” He then paused before adding, “Ok that sounded awkward. What I meant to say is…”

Tender Taps immediately spoke up, “This wasn’t a super busy place?” Astrotrain gave him a quick stern look before he shrugged and replied, “Yeah pretty much.” The older man then proceeded to carry the box over to the boxed counter.

Apple Bloom then asked, “So uh, Mr. Astrotrain? Why do ya need all those spikes?” Astrotrain turned to face Apple Bloom, his face betraying his pleasant surprise.

“Wait a minute. You want to know more about what I do here?” The older man asked. Apple Bloom replied, “Well, Ah guess so.” Suddenly, Astrotrain lost any semblance of his previous melancholy as he began to enthusiastically speak, “Oh goodie! It’s been so long since we had any visitors around here!”

“We?” Tender Taps asked, giving Apple Bloom a confused look. Astrotrain managed to calm down as he replied, “Sorry, it’s just something I say every now and then.” He then began to nervously scratch the back of his head as he continued, “And uh, sometimes I kinda talk to myself.”

Apple Bloom replied, “Ah know the feelin’. Sometimes Ah do it to make sure Ah remember somethin’.” Astrotrain then asked, “In that case, how’d you kids like to take a look around the truck yard?” Tender Taps shrugged as he replied, “I guess so. Besides, I’ve always kinda liked trains.” Apple Bloom hesitated before she answered, “Ya know, why not?”

“Whoa!” Apple Bloom and Tender Taps said in amazement as Astrotrain led them past several steam engines. They ranged from a light blue tank engine with a short stumpy boiler, funnel, and dome to larger locomotives and even some squat petrol engines. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but ask, “How’d you get all these trains?”

“Well….” Astrotrain began as he leant against a purple steam engine. “I’ve always been a bit of a railroad enthusiast, and ever since I made a fortune in the stock market, I figured I needed something to spend my money on.” Tender Taps’s jaw dropped as he asked, “Wait, so you’re like super rich or something?” Astrotrain, placing a finger under the young boy’s jaw, replied, “You didn’t think I was some sort of squatter did you?”

That was when Apple Bloom asked, “So, why did ya buy all these trains anyway?” Astrotrain took a deep breath and replied, “To save them, because these days no one else will.”

“What do you mean by that?” Tender Taps asked. Astrotrain began to explain himself. “You kids might not know it, but the time of trains and railroads is coming to an end. Nowadays things get moved around by car or plane, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep babies like these running, so people are scrapping trains up or turning them into museum pieces.”

Tender Taps then stepped up to Astrotrain as he explained, “I know what it’s like to love something others see as outdated.” He then began to scuff the ground before he began to walk up to the nearest engine, a small green tank engine. Apple Bloom, realizing what was about to happen, walked up to Astrotrain and said to the older man, “You’re gonna love this.”

Stepping into the train, Tender Taps began to scuff the metal floor before he began to perform scissors, shuffling one foot before going on the tips of his toes before repeating the process on the other foot and vice versa as he increased speed. After this, he performed the “shave and a haircut” that he always did whenever he was showing off.

“Wow.” Astrotrain remarked as Tender Taps stepped out of the engine. “Gotta say, I’ve never seen anyone move like that before. You like some sort of burlesque dancer or something?”

“I’m a tap dancer.” Tender Taps meekly replied. “It’s what I love most, and I’ve noticed it’s been fading into obscurity lately.”

Astrotrain then walked up to Tender Taps and said, “Hey, if it makes you happy, why worry what others think?” Apple Bloom added, “Mr. Astrotrain here is right. Ya see…..”

That was when the small group heard the sound of something spraying. Apple Bloom turned to Astrotrain and asked, “What was that? Sounded like someone sprayin’ air spray or somethin’.” Astrotrain, for his part, sighed and face palmed as he muttered to himself, “Uh, not them again.”

Tender Taps then added, “I think it’s coming from over here!” He then signaled for Apple Bloom to follow him, something she did almost immediately. Following her friend, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps found the source of the noise was one of the box cars.

There, spraying graffiti on the box car, were Rumble and Frenzy. “Oh man, Astrotrain is gonna hate this.” Rumble said to his brother, struggling to contain his laughter. Frenzy then added, “Yeah. C’mon, let’s get the next one.”

“Hey!” Apple Bloom called out, getting Rumble and Frenzy’s attention. The red clad boy turned to see that he and his brother were no longer alone.

“Well well well.” Frenzy said, trying to come off as intimidating. “If it isn’t Anon-A-Miss and the town faggot.” Before Apple Bloom could say anything, Tender Taps stepped forward, angrily asking, “What did you call me?”

“A faggot.” Rumble replied. “It’s because you’re a prissy little faggot who spends all his time prancing around like a girl!”

Tender Taps began to tremble with rage, and Apple Bloom realized his eyes were starting to actually water up. Clearly, Rumble and Frenzy had touched a nerve. “Tender, you alright?” She asked, worried for her friend. Tender’s breathing was becoming deeper and deeper, and he was actually starting to growl.

Luckily, before anyone could do anything rash, Astrotrain caught up to his guests and was greeted by the sights of the two delinquents. Realizing who had snuck onto his property, the older man called out, “Hey, what did I tell you about trespassing on my property?”

“Crap!” Rumble exclaimed as he began to stumble backwards. “Frenzy, we gotta go!” he shouted as he and his brother and began to run away, abandoning their spray paint and graffiti.

“And don’t come back!” Astrotrain shouted as he two delinquents disappeared into the distance. He then shook his head as he took a deep breath.

Apple Bloom, however, wasn’t focused on the now gone delinquents. She was focused on Tender Taps, who was now sitting on the rail, head held in his hands. “Tender?” The young girl asked as she sat down next to him. “You alright?”

“I guess.” Tender Taps replied in a depressed voice. “Just more people thinking I’m just a weirdo. It’s the sort of thing you get used to.” He then raised his head from his hands, surprising Apple Bloom with the tears that were now starting to drip from his eyes.

Knowing what she had to do, Apple Bloom wrapped an arm around him as she replied, “Well Ah like you just the way you are.” Tender Taps simply began to cry into his friend’s shoulder. After a few minutes, Tender Taps regained some of his composure as he replied, “I like you the way you are too.”

Once Tender Taps had managed to calm down, Astrotrain walked up to the two and asked, “Hey kid you feeling alright?” Tender Taps replied, “Yeah. Guess I just needed some encouragement from a friend.” Without realizing it, he began to hold Apple Bloom’s hand, an action she didn’t mind.

Astrotrain then said, “Well that’s good. Now, I better get rid of all this graffiti.” Tender Taps, wiping the last of his tears away, asked, “You need any help with it?” Apple Bloom added, “Yeah. Ah’d be happy to help.”

“I dunno.” Astrotrain replied. “I wonder what Ironhide would say.” This made Apple Bloom slink back, knowing that she couldn’t just hang around wherever she wanted. However, that was when Astrotrain had an idea. “Hold on just a minute.” He said as he pulled out his phone.

After dialing a number (as well as waiting for the person on the other end), Astrotrain said, “Hey Ironhide. Look, I need to ask a wee favor of you.” Apple Bloom and Tender Taps gulped, worried what he was going to ask. Astrotrain then continued, “Well, We found some graffiti on the property, and Apple Bloom wants to help clean it off. That ok with you?” The two kids could hear Ironhide’s voice on the other end, but they couldn’t make out what he was saying. Once the voice on the other end finished talking, Astrotrain replied, “Alright. Thanks.”

Hanging up the phone, Astrotrain turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Well, Ironhide says that as long as you come home when we finish, you can help.” Apple Bloom jumped in the air exclaiming, “Alright!” Astrotrain immediately cut in, “Alright, settle down. Now, I think I keep a few sponges in the back…..”

After forty five minutes of scrubbing off the graffiti, which involved a phrase that Apple Bloom and Tender Taps didn’t understand and Astrotrain refused to explain, the box car was free of any sign that Rumble and Frenzy had ever been there. “There we are.” Apple Bloom said as she wiped her brow of sweat. “Clean as a whistle, or at least clean as a rusty old box car.”

Tender Taps then walked up to Apple Bloom and rested next to her as he added, “Still, probably wouldn’t have been able to get it done as quickly without you.” The simple compliment made Apple Bloom begin to blush again, something she realized happened a lot whenever she and Tender Taps were together.

Her realization was interrupted by a sound neither she nor Tender Taps expected to hear; a cat’s meow. “What was that?” Tender Taps asked. Apple Bloom replied, “Ah think it was some kind a cat or somethin’.”

The two kids heard the sound of a cat meowing again as, from inside the box car, emerged an adult tabby cat. Kneeling down so her eyes were on level with the small creature, Apple Bloom began to speak to the cat. “Why hello there little fella.” She greeted the tabby feline. “What were you doin’ all by your lonesome in there?” The cat proceeded to make its way to the edge of the car, leapt down, and preceded to rub itself against Apple Bloom, all the while purring.

“Kinda cute, ain’t he?” Apple Bloom asked Tender Taps. The orange skinned boy replied, “He kind of is.” As he reached towards the cat, the tabby immediately ran up to him and curled up around his feet. Apple Bloom then quipped, “Ah think he likes you.”

“What’s going on over there?” Astrotrain asked as he made his way up to the two kids. When he noticed the small creature which was now hiding behind Tender Taps, he replied, “Oh, so Skimbles shows himself again.”

“Skimbles?” Tender Taps asked. Astrotrain replied, “Yeah, that little guy there keeps showing up just as I try to move things around here.” He then sneezed before continuing, “I’d like to keep him around, but I’m allergic to cats.”

Apple Bloom then added, “And as much as Ah think the little guy here is kinda cute, Ah doubt Uncle Ironhide would allow me to keep him. Besides, with all the sharp things we got, this little guy would get himself cut.”

Tender Taps, however, had something else in mind. “Well….” He began before reaching down to Skimbles. “I don’t know what mom and dad would think, but I do know Double Shuffle would like having a little guy like this around.” He then knelt down to the small cat and asked, “What do you say little guy? Wanna meet my sister?”

Skimbles let out an enthusiastic meow as he leapt into Tender Taps’s waiting arms. As the cat began to climb onto his shoulders, Tender Taps replied, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Astrotrain then added, “In that case, it’s starting to get late. You kids better get home before your folks start to get worried.”

“Ah gotta say, today has been a pretty good day.” Apple Bloom said as she and Tender Taps slowly peddled their bikes down the road. After saying good bye to Astrotrain (as well as promising to stop by the station at some point in the future), the two kids were making their way to the Chop Shop.

“I’ll say.” Tender Taps replied, making sure he was going at a decent enough pace as to not disrupt his small passenger, the small Skimbles. “Though I’d love to not have to worry about Rumble and Frenzy anymore.”

“Ah know.” Apple Bloom replied. “Those two remind me of mahself back when….” She stopped herself before continuing, no longer wishing to relive her past mistakes.

Tender Taps then added, “I doubt you were ever as bad as them. Besides, I think you’re certainly a better dancer than they are. And in general sweeter, kinder, smarter, more beautiful…” He stopped himself when he realized what he’d just said.

“Wait!” Apple Bloom shouted as she stopped her bike. “You think Ah’m beautiful?” After an awkward moment, Tender Taps replied, “Well, yeah. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and…” He suddenly found himself flustering, not quite knowing what to say.

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but smile as she replied, “In that case, Ah think you’re quite a handsome young fella.” She then stepped off her bike as she walked up to him. “And there ain’t anyone like you in the world, and that’s what Ah think is what Ah like most about you.”

Tender Taps couldn’t help but begin to briefly tear up again as he stepped off as he wrapped Apple Bloom in a great hug.

Five minutes later, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps made it to the Chop Shop. “Well…” Tender Taps began, clearly somewhat glum about once again parting from Apple Bloom. “See you later?”

“See ya later.” Apple Bloom replied, clearly as glum as her friend. With that, she began to head towards her home away from home, but was stopped when Tender Taps called her name.

“Apple Bloom! Wait!” He said as he ran up to her. Curious, Apple Bloom paused as Tender Taps made his way towards her. He then took a deep breath before saying, “I want to say thank you for what you said earlier today and….”

Taking a deep breath, Tender Taps gave Apple Bloom a quick kiss to her cheek.

As Apple Bloom took in what had just happened, Tender Taps quickly added, “Sorry, I guess I just got a bit emotional, and….”

Apple Bloom raised a hand as she replied, “It’s alright.” As she said this, she wore a massive smile on her face that let him know she didn’t mind it one bit. Returning the smile with one of his own, Tender Taps said, “In that case, I better get Skimbles here home before it gets cold. See you later Apple Bloom!” He then performed a dramatic bow as he made his way to his bike.

“See ya later Tender!” Apple Bloom called back as she performed a small curtsy. With that, Tender Taps mounted his own bike, fastened his helmet, and made his way off into the sunset.

Once Tender Taps was gone, Apple Bloom made her way into the Chop Shop, only to be greeted by Ironhide and Chromia, both of whom were wearing knowing smiles.

“You two are so adorable.” Chromia squealed as she stepped forward. Apple Bloom began to blush as she nervously asked, “Uh, how much did you see and hear?”

“Enough.” Ironhide replied. “Luckily for you, I trust Astrotrain enough to know that you got rid of all that graffiti he found.” Apple Bloom then said, “Ah know. Hope you didn’t mind.”

“Well…” Ironhide began, a mischievous smile growing on his face. “I suppose I don’t mind. Besides, Chromia is right. You two have to be the perfect pair.”

“Uncle Ironhide!” Apple Bloom said, her face now fully red with embarrassment as she ran towards the kitchen and up the stairs towards her room, hoping to get some privacy as she came to terms with some now confusing feelings.

Ironhide and Chromia, however, could only stand by as the latter kissed her husband as she said, “Young love.”

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom catches up with Rattrap.

Return of the Rat

Sunset. If there was one time of day that Apple Bloom thought was the most beautiful of all, it had to be sunset. It was near the end of the day, and she was about to finish one of her last chores of the day; taking out the trash. As much as Ironhide found value in just about anything, many items, usually food related, were simply worthless to the family of scrappers.

At this particular moment, Apple Bloom was carrying a trash bag full of old glass bottles and other pieces of glass. “Ugh, never knew glass would be this heavy.” The former farm girl remarked to herself. She was just a few feet away from the trash cans; just a few more seconds and she’d dump the trash and be done for the night.

As Apple Bloom made it to the main trash can, she was momentarily distracted by the unmistakable sound of a rat’s squeaking. Curious, she knelt down to the ground and found a small rat nibbling on a crumb of something. “Hey there little fella.” Apple Bloom greeted the small creature. Upon hearing her voice, the rat scurried away. Sighing to herself, she remarked, “Shame Ah is not the best with animals like Fluttershy.”

Still, she knew what she was out here for. Not wanting to risk seeing anything rotten or moldy in the trash can, Apple Bloom briefly looked away as she removed the lid, placed the trash bag inside, and closed the bin without peaking inside.

That was when she heard a smacking sound followed by a familiar voice crying out, “D’oh. What in the name of Gouda is goin’ on out there?” It was a voice that could only belong to one person.

“Rattrap?” Apple Bloom asked as she removed the trash can’s lid. As she did, a familiar face popped right out, buck teeth and all. Startled and confused, the young girl asked, “What are you doin’ here?”

Rattrap, however, was beginning to panic. “Uh…..” the scrawny boy began as his pupils shrank. As Apple Bloom took a single step forward, he quickly muttered, “I gotta go.” He then tried to leap out of the trash can, only to fail miserably, crashing to the ground and spilling the contents all over the ground.

From inside the Chop Shop, Apple Bloom and Rattrap could hear Ironhide ask, “What in the name of Primus is going on out there?” Realizing he had an opportunity, Rattrap managed to rise to his feet and took off into the junkyard. Apple Bloom noticed her friend fleeing and chased after him, calling out, “Rattrap, wait!”

As much as Apple Bloom had memorized the basic layout of the junkyard, it was clear that Rattrap had done so as well. Starting to run out of breath, Apple Bloom called out, “Why are you runnin’? Ah just wanna talk.” Rattrap, however, didn’t respond, simply slipping in between two old cars. Knowing she couldn’t perform the same feat, Apple Bloom was forced to try and run around the cars.

By the time she managed to get around the two junkers, Rattrap had disappeared. “Awh shoot!” Apple Bloom moaned as she scuffed the dirt on the ground. Not only had her friend run away, but she’d probably be forced to clean up his mess. Taking a deep breath, she moaned to herself, “So much for havin’ everythin’ done.”

Once she finished complaining, however, Apple Bloom heard a clunking sound followed by a thud and Rattrap groaning. Worried what may have happened, Apple Bloom rushed towards the source of the noise, hoping her friend wasn’t in too much trouble.

Making her way through the junkyard, Apple Bloom found Rattrap lying on his back in a clearing. Judging by the large pipe sticking out from the pile of scrap metal, she was able to assume that the scrawny teenager had likely bonked his head whilst trying to escape again.

“Rattrap!” Apple Bloom cried out as she ran up to her friend. Kneeling down, she began to inspect the skinny boy’s head. His forehead was clearly bruised, meaning he had probably been running at full speed when he hit the pipe. Luckily, his moans and movement made it clear that he was at least alive.

“You alright there?” She asked again. Rattrap mumbled something, but Apple Bloom couldn’t make it out. Curious, she asked, “Uh, what did you say?”

Rattrap let his head fall to the ground as he dejectedly said, “I said I’m gonna die.” Apple Bloom shot up to her feet as she asked, “What? Why would ya think that?”

From behind the two kids, Ironhide and Chromia made their way towards them. When he saw Rattrap lying on the ground, he asked, “Ok, what happened?”

Apple Bloom gulped as she stepped forward, replying, “Well, Ah was takin’ the trash out like you told me to, but Rattrap here was hidin’ in the trash can. When Ah tried to ask him why he was dumpster divin’ again, he bolted off.” She then turned to the pipe as she added, “He almost got away, but it looks like he made a wrong turn.”

Rattrap, now trying to sit up, joined the conversation. “Now, if I may add my own two cents here, I think I saw a raccoon in one of your trash cans. When I tried to get the little fur ball, he burrowed deeper and…”

“Shut up Rattrap.” Ironhide interrupted, hardly shouting but making it clear he wasn’t pleased the young boy had gotten into his trash again. Rattrap simply sighed as he fell back to the ground in resignation.

“Yes sir.” The young boy answered after a brief delay. “I take it you want me to clean up the mess?” Ironhide paused for a moment before he replied, “I would appreciate that very much.” The older man then turned to Apple Bloom and added, “And my niece here can help you.”

“What?” Apple Bloom asked, mostly out of confusion. Ironhide replied, “I hardly think a little more work is too much trouble. Besides, Wheeljack cleaned up after him last time.”

Nodding, Apple Bloom replied, “Yes sir.” Ironhide let out a gentle chuckle as he replied, “Hey, I’m not a sir. I work for a living.” Apple Bloom playfully rolled her eyes as she turned to face her temporary co-worker.

Rattrap was rising back up to his feet, his raggedy clothes covered in dirt and grime. Extending a hand to him, Apple Bloom asked, “Ya need a hand?” As Rattrap began to return the gesture, however, he collapsed back to his knees and placed a hand over his head.

“Egh, must have hit that pipe harder than I thought.” The dirty teenager replied. “Remind me to take the detour next time.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. Rattrap, on the other hand, indignantly remarked, “Hey, you try slammin’ your conk on a rusty metal pipe and decide to do it again.”

“Ah’m sorry.” Apple Bloom replied, trying to stay positive. “Trust me, Ah know a few things about makin’ dumb decisions.” Now Rattrap was the one who couldn’t help but giggle. Once he’d calmed down, Apple Bloom said, “Come on. Let’s get this mess cleaned up.”

“And that about does it.” Apple Bloom said as took a deep breath, holding her hand against her hips in a manner not unlike her older sister often did. She and Rattrap had managed to clean up the mess the latter had caused, so much so that one couldn’t tell there had been a mess to begin with.

“Good job kids.” Ironhide said as he made his way up to the two youngsters. “I’d say you two are good for something.” He then gave a cheeky smile, making it clear he was messing with them.

Rattrap, not quite getting the joke, adopted a stance similar to a boxer as he said, “Oh yeah? Well I could take you on. Put ‘em up old timer.”

“Kid….” Ironhide began as he stepped towards him, a look of slight exhaustion on his face. “It’s a joke.”

“Oh.” Rattrap said as he lowered his fists. Realizing he may have over reacted, the scruffy boy backed down as defensively replied, “Uh, I knew that.” Apple Bloom rested her arm on him as she remarked, “Ah bet.”

Ironhide then began to speak again. “Now then, since it’s getting late, and you were caught dumpster diving again, I think Rattrap here should join us for dinner tonight.” Rattrap, confused and stupefied, asked, “Uh, are you sure Mr. Ironhide? I mean I wouldn’t exactly want to impose on you and….”

“Shut up Rattrap.” Ironhide said as he raised his hand. “I got a feeling if you were willing to go through my trash, you must be pretty hungry.” Rattrap tried to think of something to say, but he couldn’t. Instead, he simply sighed and looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. Making his way to the young boy, Ironhide rested a hand on his shoulder and said, “Come on kid. Let’s get you freshened up and something to eat.” He then turned to Apple Bloom and added, “And the same goes for you too.”

With that, Ironhide, Apple Bloom, and Rattrap began to make their way to the Chop Shop to continue the evening.

“Honey! We’ve had a small change of plans.” Ironhide called out as he, Rattrap, and Apple Bloom entered the family den of the building. As Chromia entered from the kitchen, she asked, “Something wrong?” She found her answer in the form of the nervous Rattrap who was meekly waiving at her.

“I take the noise I heard wasn’t a raccoon?” Chromia jokingly remarked as she focused her eyes on Rattrap. The young boy, however, groaned as he replied, “Well, I admit I’ve known a few people who make raccoons look like angels.”

Ironhide then asked, “Apple Bloom, would you mind taking Rattrap here upstairs and showing him the bathroom? He’s starting to stink.” Apple Bloom nodded and replied, “Alright Uncle Ironhide.” She then turned to her friend and said, “Follow me Rattrap.” Rattrap simply nodded and followed his friend to the stairwell.

Once the two kids were gone, Ironhide said, “This is, what, the fourth time that boy has been through our trash? Something’s going on.” Chromia sighed as she replied, “I know. What do we do?” Ironhide, rubbing his temple, replied, “I guess we’ll just have to ask him. Hardly the gentlest approach but right now, it’s our best bet.”

“And here we are.” Apple Bloom said as she brought Rattrap to the restroom. She then extended her arms to a dramatic pose similar to the kind Tender Taps often did, as she said, “Ah think you should go first.”

“What ever happened to “ladies first?”” Rattrap asked. Apple Bloom simply replied, “Ah’m not the one who’s been dumpster divin’.” Rattrap simply shook his head as he quipped back, “Well, at least the trash ain’t the best place to find people’s dirty little secrets.”

Apple Bloom shot Rattrap a glare, making her mild anger apparent. Seeing that one of his hosts was clearly not amused by his remark, the scrawny boy sighed as he said to himself, “Sheesh, ya try to go along with everyone and they chuck ya off the wagon.”

“Sorry.” Apple Bloom apologized. “Guess that’s still a bit of a sore topic.” As much as she didn’t want to admit, she still felt some anger regarding the Anon-A-Miss incident. Even if she didn’t beat herself up over it anymore, it wasn’t something she liked to bring up.

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” Rattrap tried to reassure his friend. “Take it from me, sometimes you just gotta let things go. I know I have.” Apple Bloom would have replied, but her guest changed the subject. “Well, if you don’t mind, I think I’m in the mood for a nice shower.” With that, he stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Since she didn’t have much else to do, Apple Bloom figured she’d just wait outside. After all, it wasn’t like she could look through a locked door, and she wouldn’t even if she could. Before her train of thought could continue down that particularly concerning thought, she was interrupted by the sound of the shower turning on, followed by what could only be described as Rattrap’s voice letting out the most satisfied sounding moan one could ever make.

“He sounds like he’s havin’ fun.” Apple Bloom whispered to herself. As much as it was kind of funny to hear something so odd, it was also a bit concerning. Now that she thought about it, every time she had seen Rattrap, the boy’s skin was covered in smeared mud and grime, his silver hair had clumps that made it clear it hadn’t been washed in a while, and though he wasn’t absolutely foul smelling, she realized that he always had an odd odor coming off him at all times.

In fact, a lot of things about Rattrap didn’t quite add up. When she helped him up, Apple Bloom realized how light he was. Someone his age and height shouldn’t feel like he could be swept away by a light breeze. As for his clothes, his shirt was still as loose as ever, his shoes looked like they were falling apart, and his jeans were far more brown than the faded blue that they should have been. Heck, now that she remembered it, the last time she’d seen him, Rattrap flinched when the subject of his parents were mentioned.

Before she could ponder on the subject any longer, Apple Bloom heard the sound of the door unlocking. Clearly, time had been flying while she was thinking. As she turned around, Apple Bloom began to say, “Feelin’ better Rattra….”

Apple Bloom only had a split second before Rattrap panicked and slammed the door shut. However, what she saw absolutely terrified her.

Rattrap had momentarily emerged, a towel covering his pants and not wearing a shirt. However, this meant Apple Bloom had a brief glimpse of his chest. From this momentary glimpse, Rattrap’s rib cage was very much visible, and there was almost nothing in the form of a stomach.

From behind her, Apple Bloom heard Ratchet’s voice calling out, “I heard someone screaming. What’s going on?” For a moment, Apple Bloom didn’t know what to do. Was she going to keep quiet or talk and risk her friend’s wrath?

Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom answered, “Rattrap was commin’ out of the bathroom but when he saw me, he screamed and shut the door. I got a glimpse of his body and…..”

“Eh, what’s goin’ on out here?” Rattrap said as he emerged from the bathroom, now with his dirty and tattered tee shirt on. Apple Bloom stopped herself from continuing her explanation and instead replied, “Ah was…. Uh….. Ah was just sayin’ it was a miracle that you didn’t get yourself cut out in the junkyard.

Apple Bloom gave Ratchet a pleading look, hoping he would go along with her little lie. Now somewhat confused, the older medic went along and replied, “Yes. It is very good you did not cut yourself. Apple Bloom here cut herself about a week ago and I had to administer a tetanus shot.”

“Ouch.” Rattrap remarked. “I swear, if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s needles.” He then began to rub his hands together as he asked, “So, eh, if ya don’t mind me askin’, what’s on the menu tonight?”

“Salisbury steak.” Ratchet answered. “And this time Wheeljack managed to not burn himself.”

Apple Bloom felt her stomach rumble when Ratchet mentioned the main entrée for the night. “Ah love Salisbury steak.” She said. She began to make her way to the stairwell, but Ratchet extended his arm to stop her before motioning to the bathroom.

“Heh. Forgot about that. Sorry.” Apple Bloom meekly replied as she began to make her way into the bathroom. As she did so, Rattrap began to make his way towards the stairwell. One he was gone, Ratchet gave her a knowing nod, making it known that he had an idea of what she was trying to say. With that, Apple Bloom closed the door and proceeded to freshen herself up for dinner.

Just like almost every night since she had arrived in Allspark Wells, the dinner table was prepared for a nice dinner in. Each spot at the table had a plate set with the main entrée of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, and vegetables all arranged neatly. In the middle of the table was a basket filled with pieces of bread filled nicely. And to top it off, each seat had silverware all prepared.

Just looking at the table made Rattrap’s mouth water, or rather pour like a burst dam. As Chromia walked passed him, the scrawny boy asked, “So, if ya don’t mind me askin’, did you make all this?”

“Nope.” Chromia replied. “Tonight’s little feast here was provided by Wheeljack.” from behind her, Wheeljack gave a friendly wave, dark circles under his eyes and steam covering his glasses. Chromia then whispered, “He spent the last few hours trying to get everything just right.”

Wheeljack then replied, “What can I say? I’ve always been better with a wrench than a pan.” He then let out a deep sigh as he added, “Then again, considering I haven’t burned the place down I’d say I did a decent job.”

Ironhide then entered the kitchen as he said, “And I must say I’m impressed.” He then turned to the rest of the group and said, “Alright everybody, take a seat.” He pointed to Rattrap and ordered, “Rattrap, you sit next to Apple Bloom.”

Once everyone had sat down, Wheeljack asked, “So, who wants some bread?” Apple Bloom raised her hand as she answered, “Ah’d like a piece please.” As Wheeljack took the bread basket and handed it to Apple Bloom, Rattrap tried to ask, but for some reason, he couldn’t will himself to.

Apple Bloom noticed her friend’s odd behavior and offered him a piece of bread. Rattrap immediately tried to turn the offer down, saying, “Hey don’t worry about me. I ain’t exactly the kind of gut to carbo-load.”

“You sure about that?” Chromia asked. “Cause you kinda look a little skinny.” Rattrap immediately replied, “I try to maintain my “girlish” figure.” Apple Bloom and Wheeljack couldn’t help but giggle at his joking remark.

Ironhide, however, wasn’t quite laughing. After taking a bite of his dinner, he asked, “So Rattrap, what have you been up to lately?” When the scrawny boy gave a confused look, he clarified what he meant when he added, “What I mean is, what exactly do you like to do other than go dumpster diving?”

“Well, eh….” Rattrap began, somewhat off put by this question. “I kinda, well… I like to look for interesting things. The kind of things that most people take for granted, ya know?”

“The kind of things ya find in people’s trash?” Apple Bloom asked. Rattrap quickly replied, “Not just the trash! You’d be surprised what you can find out there. This one time I found a gold bar in a chest out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Whoa.” Apple Bloom replied. “Was it like pirate treasure or somethin’?” Rattrap replied, “Not pirate, but almost certainly treasure. There was also a gray hat and a lot of boring lists with names on ‘em. Probably some farmer or something.”

Ratchet then joined the conversation. “I hate to ruin the conversation, but I think you’re dinner is starting to get a little cold. Realizing this, Rattrap stopped talking and took a bite from his Salisbury steak.

The moment the food made the slightest contact with his tongue, something broke in Rattrap. Without any warning, he began to shovel every morsel on his plate into his mouth. It didn’t even seem like he was even chewing, simply shoving food into his mouth, swallowing, rinse and repeat.

“Whoa there, slow down kid! It’s not going anywhere.” Ironhide called out. Rattrap managed to stop himself, though not before taking a massive gulp, swallowing his already full mouthful.

“Heh heh. Sorry about that.” Rattrap nervously replied as he sank into his seat. “Guess I have a bigger appetite than I thought.”

“Ah’ll say.” Apple Bloom replied. “For a moment Ah thought you were a vacuum cleaner or somethin’.”

“What can I say?” Rattrap shrugged as he wiped his mouth with his hand. “Clearly you guys figured I don’t eat much, so I guess, why not?”

That phrase made Apple Bloom feel uncomfortable. It reminded her of the glimpse she had seen of his chest, especially how his ribs were so visible. She may not have been an expert on human anatomy or fitness, but she could tell that Rattrap was almost certainly underweight.

She was interrupted from her curiosity when Ratchet asked, “Pardon me for asking, but do your parents know you’ve been dumpster diving all over town?” Rattrap’s eyes shrank for a brief moment before he straightened himself, replying, “They know about a few of my…. escapades.”

“I see.” Ironhide replied. He then asked, “In that case, I’ll need their phone numbers, because I’d like to let them know how many times you’ve shown up around here.”

Apple Bloom then noticed that Rattrap’s face began to grow noticeably paler and, if her eyes were not lying to her, he was starting to sweat. Struggling to speak, the scrawny boy answered, “I’d like to, but my folks aren’t really fans of telephones. They don’t allow them in the house.”

Without warning, Wheeljack slammed his fist on the table as he said, “No they don’t!” As Apple Bloom and Rattrap scooted back in fear, Ironhide asked, “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

Wheeljack, now actually being serious, answered, “I had a chat with Rattrap here the second time we found him going through the trash, and he said his parents were upgrading their phones.” He then turned to the boy as he said in a surprisingly intimidating voice, “But you just said they don’t have any phones at all.”

Apple Bloom quickly realized what was going on. Rattrap had just lied to Ironhide’s face, and considering it was regarding his parents, this was raising a lot of questions.

As the eyes began to close in on Rattrap, he rose from his seat as he said, “Well, look at the time. I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta scram. See ya guys next time.” He began to slowly slink away, trying to keep a clear distance between himself and everyone else.

“Kid….” Ironhide began as he tried to inch his way to Rattrap. “Where are your parents?”

Before anyone said anything else, Rattrap bolted from the kitchen and ran towards the door. “Rattrap, wait!” Apple Bloom shouted as she ran after him. The scrawny boy made it through the living room and through the store shop front with Apple Bloom right on his tail. He made it to the front door as he tried to pull it, only to realize he had to push said door. Although he was able to push the door, his confusion offered Apple Bloom just enough time to finally catch up to him, as well as tumble into him and force out the door and into the dirt.

“Let go of me!” Rattrap shouted, his voice now displaying rage and true anger. Apple Bloom, however, continued to hold him down as she replied, “Not until you tell us about your folks!”

“I don’t have to tell you nothin’!” Rattrap spat back. “I’ve been takin’ care of myself for my whole life, and I don’t need to say anything about how I’ve made it this far.”

From behind Apple Bloom, Ironhide ran up to the two kids and, having heard everything, replied, “Rattrap, does going through people’s trash and looking and smelling like filth really count as taking care of yourself? What would your parents say to that?”

Finally, Rattrap took a deep breath and closing his eyes, he belted out, “I DON’T HAVE PARENTS!”

Everyone was stunned speechless. As Apple Bloom released Rattrap, the scrawny boy rose to his feet and, averting his eyes away from everyone else, continued, “I don’t have parents. There, I said it, alright?”

Apple Bloom, still trying to get over the shock of what she had just heard, asked, “Wait, so does that mean ya live with your grandparents or….” Rattrap interrupted with even more depressing news.

“I, eh….” Rattrap began as he opened his eyes, which were now starting to gloss over. “I don’t really have much of a home. Honestly, I just sleep anywhere that’s dry.”

Apple Bloom felt her heart sink. It was one thing to not have parents, but at least she had Granny Smith, Applejack, and Big Macintosh. But if what Rattrap had just admitted was true, he didn’t even have a place to call home. She didn’t want to believe it, but considering his aversion to the questions, his almost sickly appearance, and the fact that she hadn’t ever seen him in clean or fitting clothes, it was becoming less of a suspicion and more of a horrifying reality.

Ironhide slowly walked up to Rattrap, his face betraying how stunned he actually was. Rattrap took a step back as he began to almost choke up and, if everyone’s eyes weren’t deceiving them, raising his arms to protect his face.

Ironhide simply rested his hand on Rattrap’s as he gently asked, “Kid, does anyone else know about this?” When Rattrap shook his head, the older man asked, “Why haven’t you told anyone else?”

“Because I trusted a grown up like that once.” Rattrap spitefully replied. “And look where that got me.”

Ironhide then did something Apple Bloom didn’t quite expect; he wrapped Rattrap in a massive hug. Although the scrawny boy tried to wiggle his way out, he eventually returned the favor before his eyes began to leak a steady stream of tears.

He didn’t notice, or rather didn’t seem to mind Apple Bloom joining the group hug.

Apple Bloom and Ironhide, the latter carrying a now sleeping Rattrap, entered the living room only to see Chromia, Ratchet, and Ratchet waiting for them. Ratchet got up to begin to speak, but one quick look at the clearly exhausted Rattrap made it clear he should at least keep it quiet.

This was when Apple Bloom began to walk towards the stairwell as Ironhide followed. The head of the household motioned to the three to follow him. The group followed Ironhide and Apple Bloom as they ascended the stairwell. To their surprise, they found themselves making their way to Apple Bloom’s room. There, Apple Bloom removed the sheets and covers, allowing Ironhide to place the scrawny boy on the bed before the former farm girl covered him and whispered, “Sleep tight.” Once he was all tucked in, the group quietly exited the room, allowing Rattrap to drift off to the realm of dreams.

Once everyone returned to the living room, Ironhide broke the silence with the tragic truth. “Ok, so it turns out Rattrap here is a street urchin.” As Chromia and Ratchet held their hands to their mouths in shock, Wheeljack asked, “What does that mean?”

“It means he don’t got a family or a home.” Apple Bloom answered. Wheeljack, horrified at what he just heard, simply found himself sitting back down on the couch as he could only mutter, “Well…. fuck.” He then turned to Ironhide as he asked, “What do we do?”

“We can’t keep him here.” Ironhide dejectedly replied. “We don’t have the room for someone else, and I don’t want him getting himself hurt, especially considering how malnourished he is.” He then took a deep breath before he continued with, “I’m taking him to the police station tomorrow. Barricade should be able to help.”

Chromia then said, “That’s horrible. So he’s been living on his own?” Apple Bloom nodded as she answered, “Yup. Ah’m lettin’ him use mah bed tonight. Might be nice to let him sleep one somethin’ soft for once.”

“Well I’m very proud of you.” Chromia said as she walked up to Apple Bloom and ruffled the young girl’s hair. She then asked, “So does this mean you’re gonna sleep on the couch tonight?” Apple Bloom simply shrugged and answered, “One night can’t hurt, right?”

Ironhide then said, “Alright everyone, today has already been a busy day. Ratchet, I think you better get on home, and Apple Bloom, I think you better take a shower.”

Apple Bloom protested, saying, “Hey, Ah already took one today.” Ironhide then replied, “That was before you took a tussle with Rattrap.” Apple Bloom could only grumble as she made her way up to the top floor, hoping she could clean herself up quickly.

Apple Bloom awoke from her less than perfect night’s sleep to the sound of Rattrap, still clad in the dirty and raggedy clothes from the day before. As much as she wouldn’t like to sleep on a couch again, she couldn’t help but find it worth it when she saw just how relieved he looked.

“Sleep well Rattrap?” Apple Bloom asked. The scrawny boy replied, “I gotta admit, I haven’t had a night’s sleep like that in, well… it’s been a while.” He then stepped forward and, his face starting to blush, said, “Look, I ain’t exactly the best with words and mushy feelings but….” He paused for a moment before he finished with, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Apple Bloom replied. “It’s what friends are for.”

“Ya know, I’ve never really had friends before.” Rattrap admitted. “But I gotta admit, I think I like it.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but giggle as she said, “Well, mah sister had a friend who always said friendship is ma…..”

“Alright Rattrap.” Ironhide said as he made his way over to the two kids. He was dressed in his normal work attire, though his messy hair and circles under his eyes made it clear he hadn’t been awake for too long. “Let’s get moving.” He then turned to Apple Bloom as he said, “And as for you young lady, it’s about time to start getting ready for the day.”

“Sure thing Uncle Ironhide.” Apple Bloom replied to her uncle. She then turned to Rattrap as she asked, “So, Ah take it this is goodbye?”

Ironhide replied, “I don’t think so. Knowing Barricade, he’ll see if Rattrap here can be set up with someone here in town.”

Apple Bloom felt her spirits soar as she asked, “So Rattrap, you mind stoppin’ by when you get a new home?”

“Sure thing.” Rattrap replied. “Besides, it’d be nice to sink my teeth into some more of those apple fritters.” Both kids couldn’t help but giggle at the last remark.

Ironhide then interrupted the two kids as he said, “As much as I’m happy for you two, we’re burning daylight here.” Rattrap nodded as he replied, “Alright. See ya later Apple Bloom.”

“Take care of yourself Rattrap.” Apple Bloom said as she began to make her way to the stairwell. When she made her way to her room, she took a quick look out her window. There, she found Ironhide and Rattrap getting in his red van. As the van began to start up and reverse out of its spot, Apple Bloom began to waive to her friend.

She was pleasantly surprised to see Rattrap waive back. Once he stopped, the van began to drive away, Apple Bloom said to herself, “Ah hope you find your family soon.”

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Something more cheerful. I promise.

Anyone Can Dance

Apple Bloom stood behind the counter at the Chop Shop, desperately struggling in the fight against her most dangerous enemy; sheer absolute boredom. As she stood there, staring through the window in the vain hope someone would stop by, she couldn’t help but feel like this had happened before. Then again, the Chop Shop was hardly the busiest place in town, so this wasn’t the first time no one had stopped by, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

It had been two days since the incident with Rattrap, and Apple Bloom hadn’t heard anything from or about him. Ironhide assured her that he was in good hands and that Officers Barricade and Prowl would find someone in town who could take care of him, she still couldn’t help but worry. After all, that was what friends did for each other, right?

Sadly, even pondering on Rattrap’s situation couldn’t stave off her boredom for long. Groaning, Apple Bloom allowed her head to collapse on the counter as she muttered to herself, “Ah’m so bored.” Clearly, this was more cosmic punishment for what she’d done as Anon-A-Miss. At this rate, she was hoping anyone; even Brawn or Rumble and Frenzy would enter, if only because they’d be someone to interact with.

It was then that a thought began to enter Apple Bloom’s mind. A mischievous yet ultimately harmless thought, the kind one only had when there was nothing else in their mind to block it. Taking a good look at the wooden floor, Apple Bloom began to think, ‘Ah wonder what the floor sounds like?’

Stepping out from behind the counter and towards the center of the shop, Apple Bloom began to scuff the floor. As the gears in her mind began to move, she began to perform a few simple shuffles. The sound of her boots striking the wooden floor wasn’t quite as crisp as the sound of her tap shoes doing the same, but performing the moves were nonetheless still fun. Soon she began to perform a few more of the basic steps Tender Taps had taught her.

Just as she began to get lost in her dancing, the unmistakable sound of the door ringing snapped Apple Bloom of her bliss as she began to panic. “Uh, sorry about that!” She said as she frantically began to dash back to the counter. Once she made it back, she began to recite the usual greeting of, “Welcome to Ironhide’s chop shop and scrap yard. What can we do for ya?”

Much to Apple Bloom’s surprise, she was greeted by Tender Taps, a cheeky smile plastered on his face, who replied, “My, you don’t recognize me?” Excited, Apple Bloom ran back around the counter and wrapped her friend in a massive hug.

“Tender Taps!” She exclaimed as she tightened her grip. “Ah can’t tell you how happy Ah am to see ya!” As she released the orange skinned boy, she continued, “So, what brings you out here?”

Catching his breath, Tender Taps replied, “Well actually a couple of things.” As he began to blush, he continued, “First, I want to apologize about… you know…” As he began to guiltily look down to the floor, Apple Bloom realized she knew exactly what he was referring to. Tender Taps continued with his apology as he rambled, “I was kind of on an adrenaline rush and not really thinking and…..”

“Tender!” Apple Bloom said sternly as she interrupted him. “It’s alright. Besides….” Now it was her turn to blush as she admitted, “Ah’d be lyin’ if Ah said Ah didn’t like it.” As both young teens continued to blush, they began to find themselves drawn back towards each other, entirely unaware of the sound of a back door opening.

“Well, look what we got here.” Ironhide said teasingly as he entered the front of the shop. Apple Bloom and Tender Taps both straightened themselves as he added, “Normally I’d be a little disappointed at seeing you leave your post Apple Bloom, but I can’t help but admit you two are adorable.” He then walked up to the two as he asked, “So does this mean he’s your boyfriend?”

“Uncle Ironhide!” Apple Bloom exclaimed with embarrassment. “Ah….. We……. We’re not really…..” Ironhide raised his hand as he interrupted with, “I know kid. I’m just messing with you.” He then refocused his efforts on Tender Taps as he asked, “So, what brings you out here young man?”

Gulping, Tender Taps began to nervously reply, “Well, since dad went back on tour I haven’t had much to do lately. So I was thinking….” He then turned to Apple Bloom as he asked, “Would it would be alright if I gave her another tap lesson?”

Excited at the prospect, Apple Bloom turned to her uncle and asked, “Can Ah Uncle Ironhide? Please?” Ironhide began to “think it over”, scratching his chin as he pondered. After a few moments, he replied, “I suppose so. Provided you finish your chores of course.”

“Alright!” Apple Bloom said as she shot up in the air, fist raised with joy. “Ah got a feelin’ tomorrow is gonna be great!”

That was when the front door rang again. Apple Bloom and Tender Taps turned to see that the new arrivals were none other than Beachcomber and Marble Pie. The blue geologist stepped forward and asked, “Hey now, I didn’t interrupt something, did I?”

“Not at all.” Ironhide replied. “Apple Bloom here just scheduled a little dance lesson with her friend here.” As Apple Bloom and Tender Taps sighed and gave the older scrapper thankful looks, the latter continued, “So Beachcomber, what can I do for you?”

“Well, not exactly me.” Beachcomber began as he turned to Marble, who nervously stepped forward. “Marble here has been locking herself in the fossil wing again, and I think she needs a bit of social interaction. And since Apple Bloom has a way of getting her out of her shell, I figured you guys might have something you two could do.”

Apple Bloom replied, “Well Ah just agreed to a little tap class with Tender Taps, but Ah suppose I could…..”

Tender Taps then joined in with, “Hey Marble, you wanna join us?” Marble hesitated for a moment before she replied, “Sure.” Tender Taps then pumped his fists as he exclaimed, “Oh yeah! Now we got a trio!”

Apple Bloom then made her way over to Marble and said, “This is gonna be fun!” Marble, on the other hand, simply shrugged as she gave a muffled, “Mh.”

Beachcomber then said, “Well in that case, we better get back to our errands. Come along Marble.” The gray skinned girl nodded and made her way back to her mentor, but not before asking, “Uh, Tender Taps? Where exactly are we going to, well, do this?”

Tender Taps replied, “Oh! Let me write down my address.” He then began to search his pockets before turning to Ironhide and asked, “Hey Mr. Ironhide, you have any scraps of paper lying around?”

Ironhide nodded as he pulled out a small note pad from his pocket and ripped out a piece as he handed it as well as a pen to the orange skinned boy. Tender Taps then wrote down his address and handed it to Marble Pie as he replied, “Here we are. Considering Apple Bloom’s chores around here, we’ll start around noon. Don’t forget water and wear something to move around in.”

“Thanks.” Marble Pie replied. With that, she and Beachcomber departed the Chop Shop. Tender Taps then turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Same thing to you as well. Water and loose clothing.” He then leaned towards her and quipped, “Don’t want you getting restrained do we?”

Ironhide then interrupted his niece and “very close male acquaintance” and said, “Alright now. Run along, can’t have you loitering around here all day.”

Apple Bloom then added, “You better make yerself scarce. If Uncle Ironhide isn’t gettin’ on your case, then Wheeljack might…” She stopped herself before leaning into Tender Taps’s ear and whispering something.

His pupils shrinking, Tender Taps began to panic as he said, “Uh, I gotta go. See you tomorrow Apple Bloom!” The orange boy then ran out of the Chop Shop, a sight that made Apple Bloom and Ironhide giggle.

“Say, Apple Bloom?” Ironhide asked. “What exactly did you tell him anyway?” Apple Bloom shrugged as she replied, “Ah told him Wheeljack might test the laser cutters on him.”

Laughing, Ironhide then replied, “Ok, that’s a good one. Now, I think someone here better get back to work.” Though hardly happy with the order, Apple Bloom replied, “Yes sir.” With that, she returned to her post behind the counter, hoping the rest of the day would be far less boring.

Once she had finished all of her chores (which coincidentally happened to involve helping Wheeljack with his laser cutters), Apple Bloom was finally able to mount her bike and make her way to the Tap Family’s home. As much as she was looking forward to her first proper tap lesson, what she was really looking forward to was spending time with her friends.

Just as the Tap Family’s home was entering her field of view, Apple Bloom could make out the familiar shape of Beachcomber’s dune buggy leaving in the opposite direction. In the driveway, she could see Marble, dressed in sweat pants and a loose t-shirt with a water bottle. The gray skinned girl noticed Apple Bloom approaching and waived to her.

Peddling up to her, Apple Bloom said, “Howdy Marble. Ready for a few hours of tap dancin’?” Marble nodded and replied, “Kinda.” She then began to rub her arm as she added, “I hope I’m not too bad at it.” Apple Bloom then rested her hand on Marble’s shoulder and added, “Hey, at least it’ll be fun.”

Marble then noticed Apple Bloom’s attire and said, “You don’t look like you’re prepared to dance.” Apple Bloom nodded; she was still dressed in her common outfit of a work shirt and overalls. Nodding, the former farm girl replied, “Ah know. It’s why Ah brought somethin’ to change into.” She then pulled out a small bag that she slung over her shoulder.

“Ah brought this bag here when Ah was brought over here.” Apple Bloom added. She then motioned to the door and playfully asked, “So, shall we?” Marble Pie let out a gentle giggle as she followed her friend.

Once the two girls made their way to the door, Apple Bloom began to knock on the door, only to be greeted by none other than Tender Taps. Once again he was dressed to dance, this time in a black pair of workout pants and a white tank top. And much like the last time, Apple Bloom was stunned by just how handsome he was.

“Hey guys!” Tender Taps said as he extended his hands to Apple Bloom and Marble Pie. As they shake his hands, he asked, “So, you girls ready to tap?”

“You bet!” Apple Bloom replied with enthusiasm. As Tender Taps began to inspect her, she replied, “Ah brought a change of clothes.”

Tender Taps then said, “In that case, we have a restroom near the dance studio. You can change there.” Apple Bloom nodded and made her way inside. Turning to Marble, Tender Taps said, “Marble, you can follow me. I’ll show you where the magic happens.” Marble nodded and made her way inside the house as well, hoping that today wouldn’t be too stressful.

After changing, Apple Bloom brought her water bottle and tap shoes into the dance studio. Much like Tender taps, she was dressed in a pair of loose black pants and a dark red tank top. While part of her felt somewhat uncomfortable regarding her outfit, she knew that it would be more comfortable to move in, especially compared to her normal clothes.

“Well, don’t we look lovely?” Tender Taps said as he performed a fancy bow. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but smile as she returned the gesture with a simple curtsey (one of the few good things regarding manners she learned from Rarity).

Once the two kids had finished their “formalities,” Apple Bloom sat down and began to slip on her tap shoes. As she tied the laces, Marble walked up to her and asked, “Uh, Apple Bloom?” When the former farm girl looked up, Marble pointed to the former’s feet.

Tender Taps, having already slipped on his own tap shoes, noticed this and said, “Don’t worry Marble, I found a few pairs that might fit your feet.” He then brought over three shoe boxes. “I think one of these should fit.” Marble nodded as she took one of the boxes and opened it, revealing a pair of black, oxford tap shoes. Once she had slipped the pair on, she realized they were too large, as the shoes simply flopped around.

“I think these are a little big.” Marble Pie said as she slipped the tap shoes off. Tender Taps nodded as he handed her another box, containing a slightly smaller pair. As Marble tried to slip these tap shoes on, however, she found that she couldn’t even get her toes into them. Tender Taps then handed her the final box as he replied, “Maybe these will fit you just right.”

Marble nodded as she took the final pair and slipped them on her feet. This time, the tap shoes fit her feet perfectly. Once they were laced up, Marble rose to her feet, only to find herself starting to slip. Fortunately, Apple Bloom managed to catch her friend before she could crash onto the wooden floor.

“Whoa there.” Apple Bloom said as she helped Marble Pie back up. As Marble began to grow somewhat flustered, Apple Bloom reassured her, “Hey, don’t worry, you ain’t the only one to find walkin’ in these things kinda tricky.”

Soon the two girls were standing behind in front of Tender Taps. The young boy began to speak, “Alright now. The first thing we’re going to do is to stretch our legs, particularly our feet.” He then turned to face the mirror. “What we’re gonna do is extend our right legs and roll our feet.” He then proceeded to rotate his right foot in a clockwise motion. Apple Bloom and Marble Pie began to copy the motions. After a few seconds, Tender Taps said, “Now, we do the other foot.”

Apple Bloom and Marble proceeded to follow their “teacher’s” instructions. After a few more minutes of stretching and loosening their feet and legs, Tender Taps said, “Alrighty. Now that we’re all ready, time to start with the actual steps.” He then placed his hands on his hips and said, “First up is the flap ball change.” Tender Taps then brushed his right foot forward before slamming the toe to the ground, repeating the same process on his left foot, then on his right foot again before quickly alternating between his left and right toes. As he performed the move again, he said out loud, “It goes fa-lap fa-lap fa-lap ball change.”

Once he’d finished it on each foot, Tender Taps turned to his two “students” as he said, “Now it’s your turn.” He then turned to Apple Bloom and said, “You’re up first Apple Bloom.” The former farm girl placed her hands on her hips as she performed the move, not quite as fast as Tender Taps but still performing admirably. Tender Taps nodded as he remarked, “Very good. Looks like someone’s been practicing.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

Tender Taps then turned to Marble and said, “Ok Marble, now it’s your turn.” Marble gulped as she began to brush her right foot forward and backwards. Tender immediately interrupted her as he said, “Whoa there! That’s a shuffle, not a flap.” He then made his way over to her as he continued, “A flap is when you brush forward and slam your ball into the floor.” He proceeded to show her a simple flap.

Marble nodded and began to perform a flap, but a she did so, she began to lose her balance. Tender Taps managed to catch her, remarking, “Got you!” once she was back balanced again, the purple haired boy said, “Now, let’s try that a little slower.” This time, Marble was able to effectively pull off a flap. Tender Taps exclaimed, “There we go! You got this!” As Marble began to nervously smile, Apple Bloom gave her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.

Tender Taps then turned back to the mirror and said, “Now we move on to something a little easier; the shuffle ball change.” He then proceeded to brush his right toe forward and backwards three times before performing a ball change.

Once he did the same starting with his left foot, Tender Taps turned to Apple Bloom and said, “Now it’s your turn.” Apple Bloom nodded as she performed two shuffle ball changes of her own. Tender Taps gave her a hi-five as he said, “That was perfect!” He then turned to Marble and said, “You’re up Marble.”

However, as Marble began to perform the shuffles, she began to wobble around as if she began to lose her balance. Apple Bloom and Tender Taps began to walk up to her, but Marble was able to regain her footing. Concerned for her friend, Apple Bloom asked, “You alright there Marble?”

Marble nodded, her hair slinking over her right side as she replied, “Yeah.” Apple Bloom rested her hand on her shoulder and asked, “Ya sure?” Once again, Marble nodded, though this time both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps quickly realized she was trying to hide something; frustration.

Hoping to move past this little setback, Tender Taps spoke up. “Ok, let’s go with another step.” Apple Bloom, however, was more concerned with Marble, hoping things would get better.

As the hours passed, it was becoming more and more clear that Marble was struggling. Whether it was with buffalos, maxi fords, or any tap steps, the gray skinned girl could barely keep herself balanced or often blended her taps together.

But that wasn’t the worst part. That dubious honor went to the fact that Marble was growing increasingly frustrated. With each failed or blustered step, she grew more and more aggressive, striking the floor less like a graceful dancer and more like someone trying to squish a massive insect.

Knowing things had become rather tense, Tender Taps said, “Ok, I think it’s time we play a little game.” Confused, Apple Bloom asked, “What kind of game?”

Smiling, Tender Taps replied, “It’s a game called, “I go you go.” I will do a quick little something we’ve done today, and you girls have to do the same move to the same rhythm.”

“Oh, Ah get it!” Apple Bloom replied. “It sounds like fun!” She then turned to Marble and asked, “What do you think?” Marble, trying to straighten her now frizzled hair, dejectedly nodded. Apple Bloom then reassured her friend, “Don’t worry, Ah think you’ll like it.”

Tender Taps then asked, “So, we ready?” Apple Bloom nodded enthusiastically while Marble Pie simply shrugged. With that, Tender Taps said, “Alright! We’ll swap between Apple Bloom and Marble Pie.”

Turning to Apple Bloom, Tender Taps began, “Ok, a 5 6 7 8!” The orange boy then began to perform two riffs where he made three flaps followed by slapping his heel on the ground. Once he finished, Apple Bloom repeated the process, not quite as technically proficient but obviously having fun.

Then Tender Taps turned his attention to Marble. “Your turn!” He then performed three shuffles and a ball change. Marble tried to perform the same steps, but she struggled to dance at the same speed, she lost her balance and, once again, fell onto the floor.

“Marble!” Apple Bloom and Tender Taps cried out as they ran over to her up. But this time, Marble forced herself up and, to everyone else’s surprise, growled, “I’m fine!”

As Apple Bloom and Tender Taps stepped back in shock at Marble’s

sudden anger, the gray girl realized she had snapped and quickly began to back up. “Sorry.” She meekly apologized. “Guess I lost my temper.”

When Marble made her way to the wall and sat down, Apple Bloom sat down next to her as she asked, “Everythin’ alright? Ah’ve never seen you this angry before.”

Sighing, Marble replied, “I, uh…. I don’t, I guess I get angry kinda easily.” As Tender Taps walked over to his friends, Marble continued, “You ever have one of those days where you can’t get anything right, and the more you try you just keep failing?”

Apple Bloom then wrapped her arm around Marble Pie and replied, “In one way, Ah think so.” Tender Taps then sat down on Marble’s other side and replied, “Same here. You see, while I may be a “moderately decent” tap dancer, when I try other dance styles like ballet or lyrical or even hip hop, I actually kinda suck.”

Apple Bloom then added, “An’ before Ah moved here, Ah helped with the gardenin’ on the farm, but to be honest Ah was horrible at it.” When Marble turned her head to face Apple Bloom, the former farm girl asked, “Ah take it this has to do with what Mr. Beachcomber said yesterday?”

Marble Pie sighed and answered, “Yeah. He said I need to expand my horizons, and that I can’t spend all my time studying fossils.” Apple Bloom reassured her, “Ah can understand that.”

Tender Taps then said, “If I may say so Marble, if this was your first time tap dancing, you were pretty great.” Marble, touched by this remark, asked, “Really?” Tender Taps nodded and replied, “Of course!” Apple Bloom then added, “Besides, you can only get better, right?”

Marble, giggling, nodded, “Right. Besides, it’s a lot of fun.” She then turned to Tender Taps and said, “Sorry again for getting angry. Guess I just let my frustration get the better of me.” Tender Taps replied, “It’s alright. I don’t know about Apple Bloom, but I’d be more than happy to help.” Apple Bloom joined in with, “Ah’d love to! Maybe we can be like some kinda dance group or somethin’!”

Marble, smiling widely, wrapped her arms around Tender Taps and Apple Bloom, an action the other two kids enthusiastically reciprocated.

This moment was ruined when Double Shuffle entered the dance studio and called out, “Hey Tender, there’s some guy with a dune buggy outside!” Marble sighed as she said, “Guess I gotta go.” Apple Bloom added, “Ah guess Ah should go to. Don’t want Uncle Ironhide gettin’ worried about me.”

Soon all three teens had removed their tap shoes and were getting ready to leave. As Marble Pie climbed into Beachcomber’s dune buggy, Apple Bloom called out, “See ya later Marble Pie!” Marble simply gave a friendly smile as she waived at her friend, a gesture some might find as standoffish, but for Marble Pie was a very friendly way to part.

Once Marble had left, Apple Bloom turned to Tender Taps as she said, “Guess Ah gotta go. Today was awesome!” Tender Taps replied, “It was, and you know what the best part was?” Apple Bloom asked, “Was it helpin’ Marble?”

Tender Taps replied, “That was pretty great, but the best part was….” He then began to blush as he finished, “…Was dancing with you.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but blush as she replied, “Well, you are a great dancer.” She then wrapped him in a massive hug and added, “And you’re a better friend.” despite being momentarily off put, Tender Taps returned the gesture as he quipped, “I do aim to please.”

Apple Bloom then did something she hadn’t planned on, but figured that it wouldn’t be too dumb of an idea; she kissed Tender Taps on the cheek. As the tap dancing teen found himself stunned speechless, Apple Bloom cheekily replied, “That’s for last time.”

As she mounted her bike, Apple Bloom could make out Double Shuffle’s voice calling out, “I knew she was your girlfriend!” The former farm girl couldn’t help but laugh as she heard Tender Taps scream out, “DOUBLE SHUFFLE!” With that, Apple Bloom laughed all the way home.

Life had a way of making things interesting, especially in a place like Allspark Wells.

Author's Notes:

Next Time: Apple Bloom and Sideswipe help Knockout and Breakdown.

Garage Sitting

As the sounds of metal whirling and grinding rang throughout the Chop Shop, Apple Bloom couldn’t tell if it was deafening noise or music to her ears. The day before, she had been invited to a private tap lesson with Marble Pie from Tender Taps, a boy who had not only become her best friend, but the boy who she was starting to nurse a crush on. Now, she had returned to the normal grind, this time dusting the front of the store.

Once the sounds died down, Wheeljack and Ratchet entered the store front, sweat dripping from both of their foreheads as the latter asked, “Are you sure you left it in here?”

“Of course I did.” Wheeljack replied. “I’m telling you, the schematics were pinned up somewhere in here.” The raspy voiced scrapper began to walk along the walls, inspecting each of the blueprints and schematics that had been placed for decoration. After a few moments, Wheeljack turned to Apple Bloom and, in a slightly desperate tone, asked, “Hey, uh, Apple Bloom? Have you seen the blueprints for a military jeep?”

“Ah’m not sure.” Apple Bloom replied. “Don’t you keep the military vehicles over there?” As she pointed to the corner of the wall in the back, Wheeljack followed her finger as he began to make his way over to the wall.

Before he could find the right blueprint, however, Ratchet found what they were looking for and pulled it off the wall. “There we are.” The older medic replied. He then turned to his colleague and said, “I win this time.” Wheeljack could only sigh as he remarked, “Heh, guess I owe you five bucks.”

Apple Bloom then asked, “So what did ya need that for?” Ratchet replied, “We found an old military jeep on the property. Sadly it’s too far damaged to repair so we’re scrapping it.”

This certainly caught the young girl’s attention. “Whoa.” Apple Bloom replied. She then asked, “You guys need a hand with it?” Wheeljack began to reply, “Well, about that……”

Ratchet then interrupted with, “No. Ironhide doesn’t want you hurting yourself again.” Apple Bloom wanted to protest, but couldn’t’ help but look down to her hand and notice the healed scar running across her palm. Dejected, she replied, “Ah guess so.”

With that, Ratchet and Wheeljack returned to the garage to continue their scrapping as Apple Bloom returned to her dusting. As she found herself alone, Apple Bloom turned to the clock on the wall to see what time it was.

It was only eleven A.M... Groaning, Apple Bloom leaned against the wall in frustration. “No wonder Applejack sent me here.” She complained to herself. “Ah bet she chose this place because of how boring it gets.” She then stopped herself as she added, “Well, maybe not all of the time.”

Then, as if right on cue, the sound of a car pulling up caught Apple Bloom’s attention. Curious, she asked herself, “Ah wonder who that could be?”

Her question was answered when Knockout and Breakdown entered the Chop Shop. Knockout, looking around, whistled and remarked, “You know, there’s always been something nice and rustic about this place.” Breakdown, on the other hand, found himself nervously looking around as he added, “Except with the noise. It sounds like someone it killing a cat or something.”

Realizing that she had customers, Apple Bloom stepped towards the two men and greeted, “Welcome to Ironhide’s Chop Shop and Junkyard. What can we do for ya?”

Knockout walked up to Apple Bloom and said, “Well, if it isn’t Apple Bloom? I never noticed how adorable you are.” As he pinched the former farm girl’s cheek, Breakdown stepped in between the two as he said, “Knockout? What have I told you?” letting out a “defeated sigh,” the man in red replied, “I know.” He then returned his attention to Apple Bloom and apologized, “Sorry kid. I kinda get excited.”

Apple Bloom then asked, “So, what is it we can do for you?” Knockout stepped forward and answered, “Oh boy, where do I start?” As the young girl gave a confused look, the man in red replied, “Well, for starters…..” he then wrapped his arm around Breakdown’s as he continued, “Tonight is date night.”

“Date Night?” Apple Bloom replied. “That sounds romantic.” Breakdown then added, “Yeah. This loveable little loser got us reservations at the Energon Room and tickets to this play called “Witwicky and Faust.” He then pointed to Apple Bloom and said, “And that is where you come in.”

Before Apple Bloom could ask what Breakdown meant, Ironhide and Ratchet entered the shop front from the garage. Noticing his guests, Ironhide asked, “Ah, Knockout, Breakdown. What brings you two here?”

Knockout replied, “It’s me and Breakdown’s date night, and we need someone to babysit our garage.” All three residents of the Chop Shop were surprised by what he had said.

Confused, Ironhide asked, “Wait, what do you mean by that? Why would anyone need to watch over your shop?” Knockout replied, “Well, we were gonna do this tomorrow night, but the only tickets for the play were for tonight, and let’s just say we already rented one of the garage spots to…….”

Breakdown interrupted his boyfriend with the simple answer. “….To Sideswipe.”

Ironhide sighed as Apple Bloom asked, “Why’s that a problem?” As the other adults began to look at her, she asked, “Ah take it it has to do with her reputation?”

Knockout replied, “Not quite. Let’s just say the last time we left her alone in the shop, there was so much oil spilled all over the place we couldn’t even turn on the lights without worrying something would catch fire.” Apple Bloom gulped as she took in what she heard. She knew Sideswipe had earned a reputation of being a troublemaker and a nuisance, but now it seemed like she might have been a little more difficult than she thought.

Ironhide then asked, “So you need me to babysit Sideswipe?” Knockout then replied, “Not you. Apple Bloom.” As everyone began to turn to Apple Bloom, the young girl pointed to herself as she mouthed, “Me?” Knockout replied, “From what I’ve heard, you seem to be one of the few people who can adapt to her antics. That and I’ve heard about your reputation with helping people.”

Apple Bloom said, “Well, Ah’ve never seen Sideswipe do anythin’ dumb, and it’d be nice to see her again.”

Knockout took a step forward and said, “Well now. We’ve got her convinced. Now all we need to do is arrange payment.” As Apple Bloom and Ironhide looked at each other in confusion, the red dressed man added, “You didn’t think I was asking you to do something for me for free, right?”

The man in red then reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. “I’d say fifty bucks for the night, first ten in advance.” Apple Bloom was certainly shocked. Sure, Ironhide had paid her as his “employee,” but to be paid for something that would likely not be too much work was fantastic. As she reached for the bill, she turned to her uncle and asked, “Is it alright if Ah do this for Mr. Knockout and Breakdown?”

Ironhide contemplated the proposal before he replied, “I suppose so.” As Apple Bloom squealed with enthusiasm, the older man turned to his two guests and asked, “What time should she arrive?”

Breakdown, handing Apple Bloom the ten dollar bill, replied, “5:30. We’ll probably be back by ten O’ Clock.” Ironhide nodded as he turned to Apple Bloom and said, “In that case, I expect you home by Ten Thirty. I’m giving you the extra time to account for the darkness.”

Apple Bloom nodded as she replied, “Ah’ll be home by then.” Knockout then said, “Now then, I think it’s time we went home and started to get ready.” Breakdown remarked, “Come on, we have plenty of time.” Knockout then grew a cheeky smile as he replied, “I know, but it takes forever to get my hair just right.”

Breakdown simply sighed as he turned to Apple Bloom and Ironhide as he said, “Be there before 5:30. I’ll have him ready by then.” He then turned to his boyfriend and added, “Whether he likes it or not.” With that, both men departed the Chop Shop.

Apple Bloom just hoped there was enough to keep her busy until then.

As Apple Bloom made her way to the front door of the shop, she found herself hoping things wouldn’t be as hectic as she had been warned. Still, she knew that she had been paid to do a job, and she was going to do it as best as she could.

After knocking on the door, Apple Bloom was greeted by Knockout, dressed in a snazzy red tuxedo. Noticing his “contractor” had arrived, the older man turned back into the building and called out, “Oh honey, the house sitter’s here.” From inside, she could hear Breakdown call back, “I’m not honey Knockout!”

The red skinned man soon made his way to the door, wearing a dark blue tuxedo. He noticed Apple Bloom and remarked, “As you can see, we like to dress for the occasion.”

Apple Bloom nodded as she replied, “Ah understand. One of mah sister’s friends would probably find you two fascinating.” As Knockout began to speak, Breakdown interrupted him with a quick, “Much as it would be fun to chat like fish wives at the market, we gotta go. They won’t hold our reservations forever.”

With that, the two boyfriends entered their car and went off into town, leaving Apple Bloom to look after their home.

Apple Bloom discovered two things while waiting for Sideswipe. One was the fact that Knockout and Breakdown’s garage was much like Ironhide’s. There were four slots for vehicles to park with spaces for someone to operate under the vehicle, ramps to elevate cars, and many, many boxes and small cabinets filled with tools, supplies, and spare parts.

The other part was that, much like at home, it was horribly boring. With everything as neat as she could make it, all there was for Apple Bloom to do was to just wait for Sideswipe to arrive. Leaning against the open garage door, she just sighed to herself as she said to herself, “Come on Sideswipe.”

Then, she heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle off in the distance. Stepping outside, Apple Bloom was pleasantly surprised to see a custom sports motor bike coming closer from off in the distance. Seeing her friend arrive brought a smile on her face.

Sideswipe swiftly turned her bike into the open garage slot as she slowed down. Once she was right in the middle of the slot, she turned the bike off before stepping off and removing her helmet, revealing her short boyish hair. All in all, she looked the same as the last time Apple Bloom had seen her; red leather jacket, black sleeveless shirt, dark gray jeans, and black biker boots.

“Howdy Sideswipe.” Apple Bloom greeted her friend. Sideswipe stepped forward and extended her fist, hoping for a fist bump as she replied, “So you’re the one they roped into babysitting me?”

As Apple Bloom returned the fist bump, she answered, “They said Ah’m house sitting, but Ah gotta feelin’ it’s more to keep you from doin’ somethin’ stupid?” As the girl in the crimson jacket slightly stiffened herself, Apple Bloom hoped she hadn’t touched a nerve.

Instead, Sideswipe simply shrugged as she replied, “Hey I don’t blame you. You spill lubricants all over the floor one time….” She trailed of as she continued, “Then someone’s car begins to slip, the next thing you know….”

“Ah think Ah get the point.” Apple Bloom interrupted. Sideswipe then asked, “So, since no one else should be here, you wanna help me?” Pausing for a moment, Apple Bloom replied, “Why not?”

Soon both girls were busy at work, or rather Sideswipe was busy as Apple Bloom handed her whatever she needed. The former farm girl then asked, “So Sideswipe, how come Mr. Knockout is lettin’ you do this on your own?”

Without even turning, Sideswipe began to speak. “They have this sort of deal where you pay half as much as you would to have your car or bike tricked out or repaired to rent the space or do it yourself. I’d have done this earlier but I was running some errands for Seaspray.”

“Seaspray?” Apple Bloom asked. “Ain’t he the guy who runs the local pool or somethin’?” Sideswipe didn’t say anything, simply forming the “ok” gesture with her hand.

It was pretty clear that Sideswipe wasn’t going to be very talkative. Sighing to herself, Apple Bloom began to walk towards one of the empty garage slots. Once again, the same thought from a few days earlier crawled into her mind. Considering the shop wasn’t very busy and Sideswipe wasn’t in a chatting mood, Apple Bloom began to scuff the floor. Once it seemed the floor was both solid enough and produced a decent sound, she began to perform a few basic shuffles, followed by several paradiddles.

Apple Bloom was surprised when she heard Sideswipe ask, “What ya doing there?” The former farm girl turned to see her friend looking at her with a smirk on her face. Sideswipe continued, “That looked like some pretty decent dancing.”

“Mah friend Tender Taps has been teachin’ me to tap dance.” Apple Bloom replied. “It’s a lot of fun, and Ah gotta admit he’s a great teacher.”

Sideswipe noticed Apple Bloom was starting to blush at the mention of Tender Taps’s name. Walking up to the yellow girl, she leaned against her as she playfully teased, “You like him, don’t you?” Apple Bloom began to reply, but could only look away as her face turned even redder than her hair. “Hey, don’t look so embarrassed.” Sideswipe reassured Apple Bloom. “So, what’s he like?”

Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom replied, “He’s this amazin’ dancer and he’s the friendliest, sweetest, cutest…..” realizing what she had just said, Apple Bloom felt her heart soar as she finished, “Ah guess Ah do like him.”

“Awh, isn’t that sweet?” Sideswipe said, momentarily dropping her tough girl attitude. As Apple Bloom managed to regain her composure, the biker continued, “Trust me, he sounds a lot better than a lot of boys I used to know.” Then, the mischievous smile returned to her face as Sideswipe continued, “Besides, he might like to know another dancer.” Apple Bloom asked, “What do ya mean by that.

Sideswipe then took a few steps away from Apple Bloom as she straightened herself until she was standing as erect as a soldier at attention. Then, to Apple Bloom’s amazement, she began to perform odd shuffle like motions with her feet. Soon she was performing some kind of percussive dance, her feet striking the floor like a tap dancer’s would, but still somewhat off. What was even more impressive was Sideswipe kept her upper body and arms totally rigid.

After a few minutes, Sideswipe finished as she extended her arms in a dramatic pose. Apple Bloom, now totally stunned speechless, said, “That was AMAZIN’! How’d you learn to do that?”

“I used to step dance when I was kid.” Sideswipe nonchalantly replied. “My parents thought I needed a hobby that didn’t involve getting covered in gas and transmission fluid.” As she took a deep breath and removed her leather jacket, she added, “It was either that or dress making, so I figured I’d at least do the one that sounded more fun.”

Apple Bloom then complimented, “Either way, ya seem to be pretty good at it.” Sideswipe shrugged as she replied, “You think that was cool, you should’ve seen what I could do five years ago.” She then turned to her bike as she said, “Now, I think the engine needs tuning.”

“There we go.” Sideswipe said as she wiped the sweat off of her brow. After all the blood, sweat, and tears (Or at least one of those), she and Apple Bloom had finished the modifications and repairs to the motorcycle. “Now my baby here is the fastest bike in all of Allspark Wells.”

Apple Bloom then added, “And we did it without you trashin’ the place.” She then rested her right hand on her hip as she continued, “Ah guess Mr. Knockout was worried over nothin’.”

“That’s because I didn’t want to cause them any trouble.” Sideswipe replied as walked towards the waiting area. “Hey, I gotta sit down for a moment. You wanna watch some TV?”

Apple Bloom nervously asked, “You sure Knockout and Breakdown would approve of that?” Sideswipe replied, “Hey, it’s in their waiting area. Besides, they usually leave it on.” Apple Bloom was hesitant for a brief moment, but figured that if it kept her friend from doing anything reckless, it couldn’t hurt.

“Ah guess.” Apple bloom replied as she and Sideswipe made their way to the waiting area.

Much like any other auto business, the garage had a waiting area for people to pass the time while their vehicle was being worked on. There were several benches and chairs, a bookshelf with magazines and novellas, and just as Sideswipe predicted, a television that was still running.” Taking the remote from the small table it was resting on, Sideswipe began to flick through the channels, muttering to herself, “No, no, that’s boring….”

After a few minutes, Sideswipe found something worth paying attention to. “Alright, now this here is worth a look.” She said as she stopped on a channel showing some sort of rock band performing. Leaning back into her seat, she said, “Now this here is worth a look.”

Apple Bloom, on the other hand, was a bit more off put by the band on the television. As the band performed their song, they banged their heads and one of the members even stuck his tongue out. Repulsed, Apple Bloom remarked, “Ah’m not sure Ah like this kinda music.”

Playfully rolling her eyes, Sideswipe replied, “Ok, let’s find something else.” She then began to scroll through the channels, cycling from an evening talk show to cartoons to some old film with three people poking and smacking each other.

Then, the TV momentarily flashed a young man who, if Apple Bloom’s eyes weren’t lying to her, bore a surprisingly suspicious similarity to Sideswipe. “Wait a minute!” She called out to her friend. “Go back, that fella looked kinda familiar.”

Sideswipe quickly replied, “Nope. You’re probably going crazy.” Apple Bloom wasn’t quite satisfied with her friend’s response, and yet another mischievous thought entered her mind.

Thinking quickly, Apple Bloom snatched the remote from Sideswipe’s hand and began to flip back to the channel with the familiar man.

It was some odd commercial for some male hygiene product, most likely shampoo or deodorant. However, Apple Bloom was focusing more on the man being used as a model. Indeed, he bore a very striking similarity to Sideswipe, with the main differences being his being a man and wearing a yellow shirt.

She was so mesmerized by this mystery man that she didn’t notice Sideswipe steal the remote back and turn the television off. “Hey!” Apple Bloom called out. “What was that for?”

“Not a good idea to watch stuff with jerks like that.” Sideswipe spitefully replied. As she rose from her seat, she remarked, “Well, I better make sure my bike is alright.”

Apple Bloom, however, was slowly realizing something. She remembered what Sideswipe had said about her brother, Sun Streaker if she remembered correctly, and now that she put two and two together, she couldn’t un-see it.

“Sideswipe, wait!” Apple Bloom said as she rose to her feet. Sideswipe stopped in her tracks, not turning around but refusing to continue either. Taking a deep breath, Apple Bloom said, “That fella on the TV looked kinda like you.” She then nervously asked, “That was your brother, wasn’t it?”

Sideswipe finally turned around and, in a shockingly depressed tone, said, “I could have spent the rest of my life without seeing that little fucker.” She then looked up to Apple Bloom’s face and quipped, “You didn’t expect to hear me use that kind of fancy talk, did you?”

“Not really.” Apple Bloom replied with a guilty chuckle. “Ah take it you still got a problem with him.”

Sideswipe made her way back to the seat as she replied, “Honestly where do I begin? If he hadn’t run off to start his modeling career, I wouldn’t have had to drop out of school.” She then began to ramble. “I mean, sure he could have stayed and helped when dad began to become convinced everybody was plotting against him and going in sane. But NO….” the last part was absolutely dripping with sarcasm. “Somebody wanted to become a model so he just disappears one day with nothing but a note saying “I’m off to follow my dream. Tell Sideswipe to kiss my ass.” I mean what kind of brother or sister just stabs their family right in the back?”

Apple Bloom felt like something had pierced right through her heart. She knew that Sideswipe was venting about her brother, but part of her couldn’t help but realize everything she said also applied to her, and as much as she tried not to think about it, the image of her own sister and brother reminded her of why she was even in Allspark Wells in the first place.

Now, Sideswipe realized that she had said something that clearly hurt her friend. Rising up to her feet, she walked up to Apple Bloom and gently said, “Hey, sorry about that. Guess I just needed to blow off some steam.” Apple Bloom nodded as she replied, “Thanks. Sorry Ah kinda got a bit emotional there. You just kinda reminded me Ah was a pretty horrible sister.”

Sideswipe then added, “Don’t beat yourself up. I know you may have done something stupid, but I doubt you could ever be as selfish as Sun Streaker.” As a warm smile began to grow on her face, she continued, “Besides, you’ve got a better fashion sense, you’re a lot friendlier, and if even if we haven’t known each other very long….”

Sideswipe then impulsively wrapped Apple Bloom in a massive hug as she said, “I’d say you’re a pretty good sister.”

Apple Bloom immediately returned the gesture, hugging the biker as she felt her eyes beginning to water. Managing to keep herself from crying, she simply replied, “Thanks.”

“Uncle Ironhide, Ah’m home!” Apple Bloom said as she entered the front door of the Chop Shop. As Ironhide made his way up to his niece, he was surprised when the young girl ran up to him and wrapped him in a massive hug.

“Oh my.” He replied as he managed to regain his balance from the sudden jolt. “What was that for?”

Apple Bloom simply answered, “For bein’ mah family.” She then began to blush a little bit as she continued, “Sideswipe told me about her family, and Ah just wanted to show a little appreciation for what you’re doin’ for me.”

Ironhide couldn’t help but feel touched by what his niece said to him. He then knelt down so he could look at her face-to-face as he said, “Trust me kid, family is something that sticks together no matter what.”

As he rose, Ironhide then said, “Hey, since the guys and I were working with a lot of heat tonight, we got some ice cream to cool off. You want some?” Apple Bloom’s eyes grew with excitement as she replied, “You bet!”

With that, Uncle and Niece made their way to the kitchen to get some ice cream to finish off what had proven to be quite the eventful day.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; we take a break from Apple Bloom and follow Big Mac as he researches Ironhide.

Big Mac and Burnt Oak

Big Macintosh walked up to Burnt Oak’s home, hoping he could find out what he needed to know. When Granny Smith tasked her grandchildren to learn more about Ironhide, Applejack and her brother decided to split up the research. While she had gone to speak with their great aunt Goldie Delicious, Big Mac went to speak with their father’s old friend, the lumberjack Burnt Oak.

In a few ways, Big Mac received the easier task. While Goldie Delicious lived out in the countryside, Burnt Oak resided far closer to Sweet Apple Acres; a simple cabin just out of Canterlot City limits. As he approached the cabin, he could only hope for the best.

As Big Mac approached the front door, he was pleasantly surprised when it opened, revealing a brown-gray skinned man with a white-gray mustache and hair, a plaid shirt, jeans, and suspenders. This combined with the warm smile on his face made it clear it could be no one but Burnt Oak.

“Why, if it isn’t Big Macintosh?” Burnt Oak said as he walked up to the young man. “It’s so good to see you!” As the older man wrapped him in a warm embrace, Big Mac could only let out an (admittedly adorable) “Eeyup.” Once Burnt Oak released him, the young man said, “Say, can Ah ask for somethin’?”

“Of course.” Burnt Oak replied. “What do you need?”

As Big Mac sat down at a table in the cabin’s kitchen, Burnt Oak, preparing a cup of hot cocoa, asked, “So, what brings you all the way out here? Wanna learn about the trees?”

“Nope.” Big Mac replied. Curious, Burnt Oak asked, “Come to ask about your dad?” Though the mere mention of his father brought a sense of longing to his heart, Big Mac once again answered, “Nope.” As he finished making two mugs of cocoa, Burnt Oak asked, “Well then, what is it that brings you here?”

“Ah heard from Granny Smith that you knew Ironhide.” Big Mac replied with the slightest hint of guilt. The moment the name “Ironhide” escaped the young man’s mouth, Burnt Oak’s eyes shrank with surprise as he nearly dropped the mugs of hot cocoa. As he managed to set the mugs on the table, Big Mac felt he had made a mistake and apologized, “Uh, sorry. Ah hope Ah’m not intrudin’ or anythin’.”

“Oh, of course not.” Burnt Oak replied as he came back to his senses. “Sorry about that. I haven’t even thought about Ironhide in…..” he paused as he mentally calculated how long it had been. As he realized doing so would only waste time, he simply replied, “Well, it’s been a long time.” Now, his astonishment faded away and was replaced by curiosity. “Wait, why do you want to know about Ironhide?”

Big Macintosh, looking away in shame, replied, “Well, after Apple Bloom caused all that trouble a few months back, Applejack couldn’t trust her around so she….” Burnt Oak raised his hand as he interrupted with, “And you guys called in his favor?” Big Mac could only sigh and reply “Eeyup.” The older man then gave a sigh of his own as he replied, “I figured. Of course, now that I think about it, I haven’t heard anything from Apple Bloom or her friends since the school board meeting.”

Taking a deep breath, Big Mac then continued, “Well, after we dropped her off, Granny Smith said she wanted us to find out more about uncle Ironhide, but we can’t ask him directly.”

This admission made Burnt Oak laugh. “Heh heh. Granny Smith always was one for interesting projects.” Once he had finished, he asked, “So, you want to know more about Ironhide, eh?” Big Mac replied with a simple, “Eeyup.”

As Burnt Oak began to scratch his chin, he remarked, “In that case, you better get a pencil and paper young man, because there’s a lot to our old friend.” Big Mac nodded as the older man took him to get the supplies.

Once Big Mac had a pencil and paper, Burnt Oak led him to the living room as he asked, “So, what do you know about old Ironhide anyway?” Taking a seat, Big Mac replied, “Ah know he and Pa were old friends, Ironhide got drafted into durin’ the war, he and Pa fell out when he got home, an’ after a few years they made up an’ he offered his favor to Pa.”

“I’d say that’s a good start.” Burnt Oak replied. “Anything else?” Big Mac pondered for a moment before he replied, “Well, Granny Smith said he was known for gettin’ into a few fights and how he was good with metal works.”

Upon hearing these tidbits, Burnt Oak remarked, “You sure bet. Ironhide was a pretty good blacksmith. The only thing that could run hotter than any forge he worked on was his temper. For the most part, he was a gentle giant, but once you got on his bad side, oh boy…… may Primus have mercy on you.”

Big Mac then added, “Granny Smith told us he once got in a fight with Filthy Rich.” Upon hearing this, a smile grew on Burnt Oak’s face as he said, “Oh man, Granny Smith was probably sugar coating what happened. Then again, that’s nothing compared to what happened to Canned Pear.” Curious, Big Mac asked, “Really? What happened?” Taking a sip from his cocoa, Burnt Oak replied, “You see, it was back when we were teenagers……”

Bright Mac, Burnt Oak, and Ironhide were hanging out in Bright Mac’s room, each drawing in their own sketchbooks. It was the dead of summer, and since they had finished all of their chores, the three teenagers were simply trying to pass some time with a little drawing.

At least they were until Burnt Oak asked Bright Mac, “So, is it true?” When the red haired, yellow skinned teen raised his head, Burnt Oak continued, “You know, you and Pear Butter? You two finally dating?”

Bright Mac found himself blushing, turning nearly as red as his hair. Lowering his Stetson to cover his face, he couldn’t see Burnt Oak give him a cheeky smile as he quipped, “I mean I did see you two out by the lake.”

“Knock it off Burnt Oak.” Ironhide said, gently patting his friend on the back. “So what they are? It’s not our business.”

Lowering his sketchbook, Bright Mac let out a sigh of relief as he said, “Thanks Ironhide.” The gray skinned teen simply shrugged his shoulders as he replied, “No problem.”

This was when Burnt Oak then leant towards Ironhide as he asked, “Speaking of love, how was that date with Chromia?” Now it was Ironhide’s turn to blush as Bright Mac, eyes wide with surprise, asked, “Wait! You finally went out with Chromia?”

Realizing there was no way of getting out of it, Ironhide replied, “Yeah. We had dinner at Garibaldi’s, and then we just enjoyed some quiet time at the park.” Burnt Oak then let out a whistle of “disappointment.” Ironhide rolled his eyes as he remarked, “I know it’s hardly the most exiting evening, but you know how claustrophobic she gets. I figured a quiet walk at night would be perfect.”

Bright Mac then said, “Well either way Ah’m happy for you two. Ah swear you two are the perfect pair.” Ironhide then said, “I thought you and Pear Butter were the perfect pair.” He then paused as a mischievous smile growing on his face as he added, “Or should I say, the perfect “pear?”” Bright Mac simply shot his friend an “un amused” look as he said under his breath, “Wiseass.”

This was when the three boys heard someone knocking at the door. Ironhide asked, “Hey Bright Mac, you didn’t say anything about anyone else stopping by, right?”

“Ah don’t think so.” Bright Mac replied. He knew Granny Smith was out for the day, and there was no way she would be back this early. Now that all three realized something was up, Bright Mac, Burnt Oak, and Ironhide decided to see who it was.

Once the three friends made their way to the living room, Bright Mac walked up to the front door and opened the door. To his surprise, Pear Butter was standing there, her orange hair covering half of her face. Astounded and confused, Bright Mac asked, “Buttercup? What are you doi……”

He was interrupted when Pear Butter wrapped her hands around him as she began to whimper. Concerned for his girlfriend, Bright Mac reassured her, “Hey, its ok. I’m here.” He then began to caress her face, until he saw something very unsettling.

Pear Butter had a black eye.

As Bright Mac found himself horrified by what he saw, Ironhide asked, “What the….? Pear Butter, what happened?” Pear Butter didn’t say anything, simply looking away in shame. Burnt Oak, starting to grow concerned himself, asked, “Did your dad do this?”

“NO!” Pear Butter shouted. “Do you really think my dad would do this?” She then pointed to her eye as her eyes began to water. Bright Mac then said, “Ah believe her. Mr. Grand Pear may have some issues regardin’ us, but he’s not violent.” Ironhide then asked, “So, who did this?”

After managing to regain her breath, Pear Butter answered, “My cousin Canned Pear. He’s staying for a few days and…..” she found her breath shaking again as she turned to Bright Mac continued, “He said he saw us over at the lake and said…..” “Ah don’t think we need to know what he said.” Bright Mac said as he wrapped Pear Butter in another warm embrace.

As the two love birds held each other, Ironhide turned to Burnt Oak and said, “I think we should give these two some alone time.” Burnt Oak nodded as he replied, “I think you’re right.” The two then began to tip toe back towards the stairs.

That was until an unfamiliar voice called out, “Oh Pear Butter!” The moment this voice entered the house, Pear Butter clung on to Bright Mac even tighter as she began to panic. As Bright Mac hung on to his girlfriend, Ironhide and Burnt Oak ran back towards their friends as the gray skinned boy remarked, “I got a feeling he Canned Pear followed you.”

As Pear Butter released Bright Mac, she angrily said, “I swear if that bastard lays a hand on me again I’ll kill him!” As the guys found themselves recoiling with shock, she quickly replied, “I mean, I’ll kick his ass, not kill him.”

Ironhide made his way up to Pear Butter as he reassured her, “I understand. If anything happened to me, Chromia would hunt them down and tear their throats out.” Pear Butter then gave him a quick hug as she replied, “Thanks.”

This was when the voice called out, “I know you’re there Pear Butter! Get out here right now!” Bright Mac began to crack his hands as he angrily remarked said, “No one hurts my Buttercup!”

He was about to walk out the door and confront this Canned Pear, but Ironhide held his hand out as he said, “You stay here. I think I can get rid of this piss pot.”

“He hurt Buttercup!” Bright Mac firmly replied. “Ah can’t let this go unpunished!”

Ironhide simply placed his hands on Bright Mac’s shoulders as he said, “You clobber this guy, and Grand Pear will have every reason to keep you two apart.” Bright Mac could only let out a defeated sigh as he realized Ironhide was right. This, of course, was when the young blacksmith reassured his friend, “Don’t worry. I got this.”

As Ironhide began to approach the door, he said, “You guys might not want to look. This is gonna get ugly.” With that, Ironhide made his way through the door, with Pear Butter and Burnt Oak closing the blinds so that no one could peak in.

From the outside, everyone heard Ironhide’s voice ask, “Excuse me sir. There something I can do for you?” Canned Pear’s voice, clearly irritated, replied, “Yeah. My cousin is in there, and I’ve come to take her home.” Pear Butter found herself leaning against Bright Mac, who instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

“Sorry buddy.” Ironhide replied. “I’m fairly certain whoever you’re looking for is here.” Bright Mac sighed with relief, since he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie that convincingly. Ironhide replied, “You might want to check somewhere else.”

Canned Pear then replied, “You really think you can fool me boy?” Ironhide’s voice then answered, “Sir, I respectfully request you leave.”

Bright Mac and Burnt Oak then heard the sound of knuckles cracking. The young Apple asked, “What do you think is gonna happen?” Before either of them could reply, the sound of something thick smacking into something else. This was followed by even more smacking, making it evidently clear that Ironhide and Canned Pear were now engaged in a fist fight.

“Burnt Oak?” Bright Mac nervously asked. “What’s going on out there?” Burnt Oak nervously replied, “I’m not peeking! You take a look!” Bright Mac gulped as he looked towards the closed blinds, then back to his friend and shook his head.

Then, the punching stopped. As Bright Mac and the others began to look at each other in confusion, the sound of feet running away from outside caught their attention. Pear Butter held her breath as she and the others hoped that Canned Pear had been driven off. Once a few seconds had passed, someone knocked at the door. Bright Mac then tip-toed to the front door and began to slowly turn the doorknob.

To everyone’s surprise, Ironhide walked in, his cuffs undone as he held his hands as he, with mock exhaustion, remarked, “I don’t even think I broke a sweat.” Pear Butter immediately gave Ironhide a massive hug as she repeatedly said, “Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you!” Bright Mac himself was stunned speechless, as despite the sounds that he had heard, Ironhide didn’t have so much as a bruise on him.

Burnt Oak, himself stunned speechless, asked, “What happened?” Ironhide, managing to gently wiggle his way out of Pear Butter’s embrace, explained, “That guy had coward and idiot written all over him. When it was clear he wasn’t going to back down, I remembered Pear’s black eye and gave him hell.”

Bright Mac then solemnly said, “You realize you’re gonna get in trouble, you know that?” Ironhide sighed as he replied, “I know. Then again, if Grand Pear does come asking, I’ll let him know what his nephew did, and that if Canned Pear pulls this again, I won’t be holding back.” He then turned to Pear Butter as he finished, “Trust me. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it.”

Bright Mac and Pear Butter then wrapped Ironhide in a massive group hug. The young Pear girl motioned for Burnt Oak to join them, something the budding lumberjack was hesitant to do.

Of course, once Ironhide managed to pull him into it, Burnt Oak didn’t resist one bit.”

“Golly.” Big Mac replied in amazement. Burnt Oak nodded as he replied, “Yeah. Of course Grand Pear did eventually arrive, and Ironhide explained what happened.” As the lumberjack then took a sip from his mug of hot cocoa, he continued, “The old man decided not to pursue legal action since Canned Pear had instigated everything, but he did make it clear he wouldn’t be allowed near their home.” He then gave the young Apple a smug look as he added, “Not much of a punishment if you ask me.”

Big Mac giggled as he finished writing everything down on the paper he had been provided. He then asked, “So, you know anything else about Uncle Ironhide?”

Burnt Oak, his smug smile slowly morphing into a regretful one, replied, “Not really. I was never super close to Ironhide, and only hung out with him when your father was around.” He then focused his attention on his mug as he remembered something. “Then again, there was one time Ironhide and I were together without your father.” He then raised his head to face Big Mac, his face still bearing some regret as he added, “It was about a month after Ironhide came back from the war.”

Big Mac gulped. “That was when he and Pa had their fight?” The young Apple asked. Burnt Oak nodded as he replied, “Yeah. I was out on a survey that day, but I found out a few days later. I remember going to his home to hear his side of the story, only to find him and…..”

Burnt Oak then paused as he took a deep breath as he continued, “Well, I remember pulling into his driveway, right next to his van.”

As he walked up to the front door, Burnt Oak didn’t know if he was doing the right thing or not. The day before, Bright Mac had informed him that he and Ironhide were no longer friends and that, after getting into a fist fight, he never wanted to see that “stone cold killer” ever again. While he did trust his best friend, Burnt Oak wanted to know what Ironhide thought on the situation, and to do that, he needed to speak to him.

Knowing what he had to do, Burnt Oak knocked on the front door. ‘No turning back now.’ He thought to himself. He hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake, as he knew better than many about Ironhide’s skill with his fists.

The front door opened, revealing Chromia, clad in overalls and wearing a green bandana around her head. As Burnt Oak sighed in relief, the woman asked, “Burnt Oak? What are you doing here?”

“I, uh….” Burnt Oak began nervously. “I came to see Ironhide. I heard he and Bright Mac got into a fight.” Chromia sighed as she answered, “That’s putting it lightly.”

From inside, another, far more familiar voice asked, “Who is it Chromia?” Turning to face her boyfriend, Chromia answered, “It’s Burnt Oak.” Burnt Oak gulped, worried that he would be on the receiving end of a whooping.

Instead, he was greeted by a transformed Ironhide. Where there was once a youthful young man who was prepared to take on the world, the man standing before Burnt Oak had an aura of sadness around him and eyes that seemed to see right through him.

“Ironhide?” Burnt Oak asked nervously. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Burnt Oak continued, “You alright there buddy?”

Ironhide simply wrapped his arms around Burnt Oak in a massive embrace. Once he had been released, the young lumberjack asked, “I, uh, take it you missed me?”

Struggling to maintain some of his composure, Ironhide tearfully replied, “Oh, more than even I knew.” Ironhide then ordered, “What are you standing out there for? Come on in.” Though somewhat off-put by the demanding tone, Burnt Oak nodded as he followed his friend into his childhood home.

Once they were in the living room, Ironhide began to speak again. “Forgive me for being a bit commanding. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Burnt Oak nodded as he replied, “Yeah. Three years?”

“Yup.” Ironhide replied. “Three years since I joined the Wreckers.” As he sat down on the couch, he continued, “Though it might as well have been an eternity.” Chromia then made her way to Ironhide and sat down next to him before he remarked, “Though to be fair, I’d have waited an eternity to see you again.”

Burnt Oak then asked, “So, what was it like?” Ironhide tilted his head and asked, “What was what like?” Burnt Oak, starting to feel like he had just made a mistake, replied, “The war. What was it like to fight in the war?”

For almost five minutes, there was absolute silence. No one said anything as Ironhide just took deep breath after deep breath while Chromia tried to comfort him. Just as Burnt Oak rose from his seat, Ironhide finally gave an answer.

“It was hell.” Ironhide replied, his voice full of sorrow and regret. “It was just one nightmare after another.” Burnt Oak gulped as he replied, “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Ironhide noticed his guest had become nervous and gently reassured Burnt Oak, “Don’t beat yourself up. It was just something I had to do.” Now that he had been reassured, Burnt Oak began to ask something, but Ironhide raised his hand as he quickly interrupted, “No. I’m not telling you any war stories.”

“Actually, I need to know what happened with you and Bright Mac.” Burnt Oak answered. Ironhide simply sighed as he rubbed his face in annoyance. Burnt Oak tried to reassure his friend, desperately pleading, “Sorry. If it’s too much, you don’t have to ask.”

“No, it’s not that.” Ironhide replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “It’s just that…..” He paused before he continued, “It’s a bit of a long story.” As Burnt Oak sat back down, he replied, “Hey, I have all the time in the world.”

Taking a deep breath, Ironhide began, “Well, our unit, the 84^th Wreckers, were a group of commandos. We took out fortified positions, artillery batteries, and more bases than any of us could count.”

Burnt Oak was so enamored by the story that he was surprised by an unfamiliar and raspy voice called out, “Hey Ironhide! There’s a weird car outside. We got a visitor or something?” Confused, Burnt Oak rose to see a man he had never met behind him. This man was wearing a white outfit with green and red stripes, and he had blue eyes, a pair of circular glasses, and had friendly mutton chops.

Rising from the couch, Ironhide introduced his friend. “Burnt Oak, this is Wheeljack, one of the Wreckers and, in light of recent events, my best friend.” Burnt Oak, managing to calm down, extended his hand and introduced himself.

“Howdy. The name’s Burnt Oak.” Wheeljack then shook his hand as he introduced himself with a very enthusiastic, “Pleasure to meet you. Corporal Wheeljack at your service.” Once the handshake had finished, Wheeljack turned to Ironhide and reported, “I got everything upstairs. We should be able to leave in the morning.”

“Wait, leave?” Burnt Oak asked in confusion. Ironhide began to look at Chromia, a guilty expression on both of their faces. The moment was ruined when Wheeljack asked, “Oh, you didn’t tell him?”

Ironhide sighed as he said, “Wheeljack, give us a minute.” The mustached man nodded as he tiptoed away, until he was out of sight and presumably, sound.

Once Wheeljack was gone, Ironhide sighed as he began to explain the situation. “Burnt Oak, this is gonna be the last time we speak for a while.” As Burnt Oak took in what he had just heard, Ironhide continued, “Chromia, Wheeljack, another buddy of ours named Ratchet, and I pooled our money to buy a rundown junkyard over in Allspark Wells.”

Burnt Oak gulped in surprise before he replied, “Allspark Wells? Isn’t that a state over?” He knew that Allspark Wells was the city built to house the workers of the Tyger Pax hydroelectric power station, but that was just about it. Things must have been worse than he thought than he thought. His curiosity, no longer able to be sated, Burnt Oak asked the important question.

“What happened with you and Bright Mac?”

Ironhide, sighing as he sat back down, spitefully replied, “I finally get back home, and there’s people jeering me, calling me “baby killer” and “murderer,” and the one thing I needed….” He then looked up to Burnt Oak as he finished, “….Was a friend.” As Burnt Oak felt a pang of guilt hit him right in the heart, Ironhide continued, “For three weeks I tried to talk with Bright Mac, but he just kept avoiding me, then……”

Ironhide couldn’t say anything else as he just leaned back, a single tear escaping his right eye. Chromia then began to speak. “Bright Mac heard some stories about Ironhide’s unit, and when Ironhide tried to explain, he wouldn’t let him explain.”

Burnt Oak could only let out a horrified sigh as he replied, “Bright Mac has always been known for being thick headed.” The moment the name “Bright Mac” exited his mouth, Ironhide closed his eyes as he tried to keep his temper under control. Realizing he had probably pushed the wrong buttons, Burnt Oak tried to apologize to his friend. “Sorry! I’m Sorry!”

“It’s alright.” Ironhide replied. “I just never thought it’d end like this.” Burnt Oak felt his heart break. Ironhide and Bright Mac may not have been the best of friends, but they were still very close to each other. To think that something happened to end their friendship was simply impossible to conceive.

“So….” Burnt Oak Began. “When are you leaving?” Ironhide stood up as he replied, “We leave before dawn.”

Burnt Oak turned to face the window and found that the sun was setting. Realizing it was getting late, the lumberjack dejectedly said, “Hey, I gotta go. Guess I’ll see you guys sometime in the future?” Ironhide and Chromia began to look to each other with depressed doubt. Realizing what they were thinking, Burnt Oak simply replied, “Well, see you guys.”

As Burnt Oak began to leave, Ironhide called out, “Burnt Oak!” When the lumberjack turned to face his friend, the former soldier walked up to him, reached into his pocket, and pulled something out. It was a purple medal in the shape of a heart.

“A little something to remember me by.” Ironhide said as he handed it to Burnt Oak. Realizing what was going on, the young lumberjack realized what his friend was doing, he tried to deny the gift with a humbled, “Oh no. Ironhide, I can’t accept this.”

Ironhide, however, was persistent. “Hey, I’ve got like ten of these. Think of this as a little piece of me.” Realizing his friend wouldn’t give up, Burnt Oak “relented” and accepted the medal. Once he had the Purple Heart, he placed it in his shirt pocket as he said, “I better get going.”

With that, Burnt Oak departed, leaving his friend for what was, at least in the foreseeable future, the last time.

Big Mac felt his eyes begin to water as Burnt Oak finished his story. The lumberjack concluded his story with a somber, “Yup. Ironhide and I communicated through letters for a while, but we didn’t speak in person for a few years. I tried to talk to your father about it, but he wouldn’t talk about it.” He then took a final sip from his cocoa as he added, “And well, we know how the story ends.”

Standing up, Big Mac found his eyes drifting to the clock on the wall. “Oh no! Ah gotta get home.” He then took his notebook and thanked the old family friend. “Thanks for the story Mr. Oak.”

“No problem kid.” Burnt Oak replied. “My door is always open. Stop by sometime if you want to know anything else.” He was pleasantly surprised when Big Mac gave him a massive hug. The young man released his host and, as he made his way to the door, called out, “See ya later!”

“Take care kid.” Burnt Oak called back as Big Mac exited through the door. Once the boy was gone, the lumberjack reached into his shirt pocket as he pulled out a small medal; a purple heart with a faded purple ribbon.

Rubbing the medal with his thumb and finger, Burnt Oak gently began to say, “I don’t know what’s going on with Apple Bloom and her siblings, but judging by what Big Macintosh told me…..” He took a deep breath as a warm smile crept back onto his face. “….She couldn’t be in better hands.”

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom spends some time with Ratchet.

Ratchet's War Story

If there was one day that truly made all of the work Apple Bloom did during her stay at the chop shop, it was payday. Even though she was ostensibly there as punishment, Ironhide still felt it was appropriate to pay his employees, and as long as she was here, Apple Bloom was included as well.

Three days earlier, Apple Bloom garage sat for Knockout and Breakdown, and it was during that time that she found herself bonding with Sideswipe. While it was fantastic to see she could also dance and educating to see what kind of stuff she liked to watch and listen to, what really mattered was the bonding they had over their siblings. While they may have met as friends, now it seemed that left as sisters.

Of course, now Apple Bloom had to focus her attention on the present. As the clock ticked closer to the end of the day, she could barely contain her excitement for the moment she had been waiting for all week.

“Alright everyone!” Ironhide called out as he entered the front of the shop with Chromia and Wheeljack. “It’s payday!”

Wheeljack pumped his fists as he happily exclaimed, “Alright! Validation for a seemingly meaningless life!” Chromia simply rolled her eyes as Apple Bloom giggled at her co-worker’s enthusiastic remark. Realizing he had become the center of attention, Wheeljack gave an “indignant” response. “Oh come on. Just because I have a lot of energy doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“Ah just didn’t think you were one for fancy words.” Apple Bloom quipped. Wheeljack feigned insult as he retorted, “My dear little Apple Bloom, there is a lot you don’t know about me.”

Chromia immediately interrupted with a stern, “Wheeljack, don’t take that tone with my niece.” The mechanic simply replied with a guilty laugh and a meek, “Heh heh. Sorry.”

With that little bit of humor wrapped up, Ironhide began to hand out the envelopes, each filled with a check. “Alright, here is yours dear.” Ironhide said as he gave Chromia her pay before turning to Wheeljack, “And here’s yours Wheeljack.” He then gave his friend a smirk as he added, “Do me a favor and don’t spend it all in one place.” Wheeljack simply threw his hands down as he complained, “Oh Primus that was one time!”

Ironhide then walked up to his niece as he said, “And here’s yours Apple Bloom.” As Apple Bloom took the envelope, she thanked her uncle.

“Thanks Uncle Ironhide.” Apple Bloom said. Ironhide simply replied, “No sweat kid.” He then turned around as he said, “Last but not least, Ratc……”

Suddenly Ironhide realized something; he had five checks for only four people. Confused, the patriarch asked, “Uh, has anyone seen Ratchet?” Apple Bloom began to look around as she realized that, indeed, Ratchet was not there. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen the older medic while she was moving scrap from the junkyard the smelter’s shed, cleaning the shop front, or even when the family had breakfast or lunch breaks.

This was when Wheeljack spoke up. “Don’t you remember? He called in this morning. Said something about aching all over.” With this information, Ironhide let out a sigh of relief as Chromia added, “So that was why you were on the phone this morning.”

Apple Bloom then asked, “What’s goin’ on with mister Ratchet?” Ironhide turned to his niece as he replied, “With age catching up to him, Ratchet’s muscles and joints have been aching and acting up a lot lately.”

Apple Bloom felt her heart sink at hearing this. Ratchet was hardly the image of youthful innocence, and hearing this reminded her of how Granny Smith often found herself plagued by aching joints. She was only brought out of her contemplation when Ironhide dejectedly said, “I guess we’ll just have to give this to him when he comes back.”

“Wait a minute.” Apple Bloom spoke up. As all eyes began to descend upon her, the young girl offered, “Ah could drop it off for ya.” Once the words escaped her lips, Apple Bloom began to feel as if she had said something foolish. Now starting to regret what she’d said, she nervously replied, “Ah mean it was just a suggestion.”

Ironhide then replied, “Now that I think about it, that might not be a bad idea. Hold on for a second Apple Bloom.” With that, the older man departed the store front as he disappeared into the rest of the house. After a few minutes, he returned with a post it note. Handing it and the final check to Apple Bloom, Ironhide informed her, “This is Ratchet’s address. I expect you back in ninety minutes.”

Smiling, Apple Bloom nodded as she replied, “Ah won’t let you down sir.” With that, the young girl made her way to the door, making sure she grabbed her helmet, and set off for Ratchet’s home.

Apple Bloom was pleasantly surprised by Ratchet’s residence. The old medic lived in a simple, two story house covered in a coat of white paint. In the drive way, there was a white van almost identical to Ironhide car, save for the lights on the roof and red crosses painted on the doors. All in all, it was a quaint little place to live.

Once she made her way to the front door, Apple Bloom knocked three times. There was no response. Worried, she knocked on the door again as she called out, “Mr. Ratchet? You in there?”

From inside the house, she heard Ratchet’s voice call out, “I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t get your gears in a gasket.” The door opened, revealing Ratchet, still dressed in his pajamas and sporting a medical cane. “Apple Bloom?” The old medic asked. “What brings you all the way out here?”

“Uncle Ironhide wanted you to have this.” Apple Bloom said as she handed the check to the older man. Taking the check, Ratchet’s eyes widened as he said, “Oh, I forgot today was payday.”

This was when Apple Bloom and Ratchet heard the sound of thunder off in the distance. Worried, Apple Bloom began to speak. “Well, Ah guess Ah better start…..” Before she could finish, however, she began to feel raindrops dropping onto her. She continued, “….. Headin’….” Sadly, she couldn’t finish before the rain truly began to come down, and come down hard.

Luckily, Ratchet managed to pull the young girl into his house before she could be drenched by the oncoming maelstrom. Taking a deep sigh of relief, Apple Bloom gave a very enthusiastic, “Thanks Mr. Ratchet!”

“Don’t sweat it kid.” Ratchet warmly replied as he rubbed the young girl’s hair. He then said, “I’m gonna call Ironhide, see if he knows how long the rain is gonna last.” He then managed to straighten himself (complete with awkward old-man groaning) as he added, “In the meantime, make yourself comfortable. Just don’t break anything, ok?”

“Ah understand sir.” Apple Bloom enthusiastically replied. With that, she began to make her way to the living room as Ratchet gave a gentle chuckle.

Apple Bloom was impressed by the modesty of Ratchet’s home. There was a small couch, a reclining chair, a coffee table with several medical journals, an entertainment system centered by an old television, and a few other items that one wouldn’t think twice about seeing in an older gentleman’s living room. However, that wasn’t what had caught the young girl’s attention.

That went to the many photos that adorned the walls. The first one that caught Apple Bloom’s attention showed a group of roughly fifty young men, including Ratchet, all clad in graduation robes. ‘Huh.’ She thought to herself. ‘Must be him graduatin’ from medical school.’

Apple Bloom then continued to make her way through each of the framed pictures. One depicted Ratchet in front of a hospital labeled, “First day on the job,” one had him with someone Apple Bloom didn’t recognize, and one was a newspaper clipping of war in Southeast Asia. ‘That must have been the war Uncle Ironhide was in.’ Apple Bloom thought to herself.

This was when she found a particularly interesting picture. As she walked up to the photo, she found it was a photo of several men gathered around a tank. Ratchet himself was sitting on the back of the tank behind the turret. One of the other men, riding the tank’s barrels like a horse, couldn’t have been mistaken for anyone other than Wheeljack, something that made Apple Bloom giggle.

Of course, the one person that really caught Apple Bloom’s attention was the group’s leader. The leader was a man leaning against the war machine with his arms crossed. All in all, he gave off this aura of confidence and trust that Apple Bloom knew could only be one person.

“We took that photo after knocking the tank out.” Ratchet said behind Apple Bloom. The girl turned to see the older man walking towards her, his cane being used to support his body. “Ironhide says it’s raining like hell over at the Chop Shop, so he says just to come home when the rain stops.” He then asked, “Found your uncle?”

“Ah did.” Apple Bloom replied. “You, him, and Wheeljack were in the same team or somethin’?” Ratchet nodded as humbly replied, “Yup. Were the 84^th infantry, or as we liked to call ourselves, the Wreckers.” He then made his way up to the photo and began to point to everyone in it. “There was me, your uncle, Wheeljack, Huffer, Springer, Crosshair, Mirage, Trailbreaker, Firefly, and Roadblock.”

“Whoa.” Apple Bloom said in awe. “So you guys were like the best of the best?” Ratchet paused for a moment before he replied, “You could say that.” However, Apple Bloom remembered the photo she had seen earlier of him becoming a doctor, and asked, “Then how come you were a soldier if you trained to be a doctor?”

Ratchet let out a guilty chuckle as he replied, “It’s a funny story really. I did work in a mobile army surgical hospital, or a MASH, but I had an “altercation” with another surgeon regarding the right to treat heavily wounded prisoners. The little twit complained to someone with a lot of influence and before I knew it…” He paused to catch his breath and, if Apple Bloom wasn’t mistaken, calm himself down, continued with a bitter, “…. I had my medical license revoked and was forced to join the Wreckers as the team medic.” As Apple Bloom took in what she heard, Ratchet added, “Luckily Ironhide was willing to help me get acclimated to being a commando.”

“That’s good. Ah think.” Apple Bloom said with relief. However, something else caught her attention. Behind Ratchet, above the fireplace, was an olive-khaki cap with a red star on it. Curious, she asked, “Mr. Ratchet, is that your hat?”

Turning to face what had caught his guest’s attention, Ratchet replied, “For the most part. It did belong to…..” He stopped himself as he began to recall the events related to the hat before him. Walking up to the piece of headwear, the old medic began to explain, “Well, this hat has a long story, and I got a feeling we have plenty of time to explain it.”

Ratchet then motioned towards the couch, signaling to Apple Bloom that she should take a seat. As she sat down, the older medic sat down next to her as he began, “Well, it started after we chased off some enemy troops from an anti-air battery. I got separated from the others and….”

“Guys?” Ratchet asked out loud as he picked up his first aid bag. Earlier that morning, the Wreckers had been given orders to take out a group of anti-air guns threatening helicopter deployment. Just as they had done several times before, the tight knit unit of commandos performed their task admirably and without suffering any casualties. Unfortunately, during the confusion and explosions, Ratchet had been separated from the rest of the team, and he now found himself surrounded by endless jungle full of people who would kill him in an instant.

All in all, it was a pretty typical day for anyone in the 84^th Wreckers.

“Anyone?” Ratchet called out again. “Ironhide? Wheeljack? Huffer?” There was no response from anyone. Once a few seconds passed, seconds passed, he sighed as he said to himself, “Ok. Looks like I gotta find a way to link up with….” He briefly paused as he pessimistically finished with a simple, “….anybody.” With that, Ratchet bent down to grab perhaps the two most important pieces of equipment he had, his helmet and his medical bag.

“Dong cung!” a voice shouted from behind Ratchet. The medic began to slowly turn his head to see who it was, but the voice repeated, “Dong cung!” Ratchet immediately rotated his head back to the front as he raised his hands. He was terrified to feel something sharp poking from behind him, almost certainly a bayonet.

Sure enough, Ratchet found himself face to face with his new captor, an enemy combatant clad in an olive khaki uniform, black boots, an olive khaki cap with a red star, and most terrifying of all, an assault rifle with a bayonet blade under the barrel; a bayonet that was now pointed at Ratchet’s throat.

The enemy soldier then motioned to his right as he barked, “Di chuyen! Di chuyen!” Ratchet’s eyes darted between his captor and the direction he was pointing to before nervously pointing to himself. The Soldier then extended the blade closer to his throat as he once again shouted, “DI CHUYEN!”

“Ok! Ok!” Ratchet nervously replied as he began to slowly walk in the direction the soldier wanted him to. He turned to see the soldier grabbing his helmet and bag before re-aiming his weapon at him. He would have said something in confusion, but his captor’s angry expression and the weapon pointed at him gave Ratchet second thoughts. Instead, he simply continued to be led by the soldier.

After roughly five minutes, Ratchet and the soldier arrived at their destination. It was an opening in the jungle, a small swath of green grass. And in the middle of the swath was another enemy soldier, except this one was lying on the ground, moaning and writhing in pain. Considering how little they had traveled and how long it had been since the skirmish, there was no doubt in Ratchet’s mind that these soldiers were stationed at the anti-air position.

The armed soldier then stepped next to Ratchet and, pointing to his comrade, ordered, “Giup anh ta!” Ratchet struggled to comprehend what the man was demanding from him, especially since he didn’t understand what he was saying. The soldier then gave Ratchet his bag as he repeated, “Giup anh ta!”

Ratchet finally caught on what his captor was demanding him to do. Taking his bag, he replied, “Alright. I’ll see what I can do.” He tried to approach the wounded man, but the armed soldier stopped him and gave him a death glare as he shook his head and ran a finger across his throat. Ratchet didn’t quite understand what he was implying, but he figured it wasn’t worth arguing over.

Walking over to the wounded man, Ratchet was horrified by what he found. The wounded soldier was clutching his stomach, which had several holes in it, and blood was coming out of his mouth. Perhaps the worst part was the fact that this soldier, who would otherwise try to kill him, couldn’t have been older than his early twenties.

Ratchet then opened his bag and pulled out a small syringe. He turned to the armed soldier and said, “I’m gonna give him some morphine. It will make him stop hurting.” The soldier gave him a suspicious as he tilted his head. Ratchet realized he didn’t understand him as he said, “Morphine. Good.” Taking a deep breath, Ratchet removed the protective casing and injected the needle into the wounded boy.

The injured soldier groaned with intense pain, forcing the armed soldier to grab Ratchet by the collar and pull him away. Thinking quickly, Ratchet pleaded, “Please don’t! The medicine does that!” The armed soldier gave him a confused yet angry look as he kept his weapon pointed at the medic as he turned to check on his companion. The young boy was no longer writhing and instead simply lying there and breathing. Realizing his prisoner had done something right, the soldier stepped back and motioned to Ratchet to return to his friend.

Ratchet then returned to the wounded man and began to slowly unbutton his uniform. Once it was off, he began to inspect his patient. The poor boy had at five bullet holes on his chest, and one of them had, if his understanding of anatomy was correct, had likely gone through his right lung. Given where they were, Ratchet realized the soldier would probably be dead within a few hours.

Of course, he didn’t say that out loud. Ratchet knew his captor was forcing him to heal his friend, but he didn’t have the resources to save him here. Sighing in resignation, he turned to the armed soldier and said, “I can’t help him here, but if we can get him to our base, we can stabilize him for….”

“Chua lanh anh ta!” The armed soldier shouted. “Chua lanh anh ta!” He then re-aimed his rifle at Ratchet, absolutely refusing to budge. Ratchet didn’t know what exactly he said, but he figured out that they wouldn’t be moving anywhere.

“Ok.” Ratchet solemnly replied. “I’ll see what I can do.” With that, he turned around to resume his work on his patient.

Ratchet sighed as he removed the third bulled from the wounded soldier’s stomach. The unfortunate soldier had a stick in his mouth to bite down on since his “surgeon” didn’t have any anesthetic (and wouldn’t dare try with the armed soldier watching him) and was forced to give him more morphine. Of course, there was still the bullet in his lung, and Ratchet realized that the poor boy was starting to suffer from internal bleeding. This, including shock from the experience, forced Ratchet to accept that he had done all he could do.

Of course, when the poor soul began to slow down in breathing, Ratchet began to panic. “No no no NO NO!” He screamed as he tried to do something, anything, to keep the wounded soldier alive for just a few more minutes. The soldier then began to cough up more blood as he started shaking uncontrollably. ‘Forget minutes.’ Ratchet thought to himself. ‘This kid may not even have seconds.’

Now that it was clear what would happen, Ratchet did the only thing he could. Taking a third needle of morphine, he jammed it in the kid’s neck, hoping he could at least ease the pain. Sure enough, the young soldier closed his eyes and let his head fall to the ground as his breathing continued to slow down.

And then, he just stopped.

Ratchet just held his head low and sighed. He did everything he could, but he couldn’t save the boy. Like so many others, this young man was now just a name on a list of the dead.

He wasn’t too surprised when he was shoved out of the way by the armed soldier as he shook the now lifeless body. The solider cried something out, but Ratchet wasn’t paying attention. He was just trying to slowly inch away, hoping he could finally escape.

“Dong cung!” The armed soldier screamed. “DONG CUNG!” Ratchet froze as he raised his arms again. Turning around slowly, he found his captor once again had his rifle aimed right at his head. What was different this time were the tears streaming down the soldier’s eyes and an expression that could only be interpreted as pain and grief.

Ratchet knew this was it. He had failed to save the boy, and now he was going to answer for his incompetence. He was going to die. The medic closed his eyes as he heard thirty loud banging sounds, each followed by thuds into the dirt around him.

When he opened his eyes, Ratchet realized two things. One was that he wasn’t, indeed, dead. The second was, as he looked around him, that there were small smoking holes all around his feet. Looking up, he found the solider just standing there, his weapon, now with smoke rising from the opening of the barrel, and his head lowered.

Then, raising his head, the soldier looked Ratchet straight in the eyes and simply muttered, “Di.” The soldier then pointed to behind Ratchet. He turned to see what he was pointing to, but there was nothing but the seemingly endless jungle. Turning back, Ratchet tried to speak up, but the soldier pointed again and, with new tears in his ears, shouted, “DI!”Ratchet found himself quickly backing away in fear.

Ratchet made his way to pick up his medical bag and helmet, hoping he could just leave and lock this day in the deepest reaches of his memory. However, he was distracted by the sound of what could only be described as a soft scratching.

Turning around, Ratchet found a truly heart breaking sight. The soldier had removed his bayonet and was using it to dig into the ground next to his now deceased comrade. With each little bit of dirt scraped away, the soldier lost more and more of his composure.

Ratchet turned to leave, slinging his pack over his shoulder and prepared to put his helmet on. However, something in his head was telling him not to put it on just yet. He turned to look at the soldier time, then back to his helmet.

Part of him wanted to just leave, but part of him wanted to do something. Part of him wanted to kill the man, but part of him wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine while he was distracted. In the end, Ratchet took a deep breath, said, “To hell with it.” and did the only thing he could.

He walked up to the now crying man, knelt down, removed his helmet, and began to help him dig, hoping they could at least give their now deceased companion a proper burial.

Apple Bloom found herself absolutely heartbroken by Ratchet’s story. She tried to keep herself composed, but couldn’t help but let a few tears slip through her eyes.

Realizing his guest was about to breakdown, Ratchet let out a resigned sigh and simply said, “You can let it all out.” With this signal, Apple Bloom prepared to ball her eyes out. While he somewhat regretted causing his young co-worker to cry, Ratchet also couldn’t help but let out a small, guilty chuckle as he said to himself, “Happens every time.”

Managing to regain her composure, Apple Bloom was able to say, “That’s just…. Absolutely horrible! Why would people do that to each other?” Ratchet could only give a defeated, “I don’t know. In our missions, I knew that other than our objectives, there were only two rules.” Apple Bloom asked, “And what were those rules.”

Raising his index finger, Ratchet answered, “One; during war people die.” He then raised his second finger as he dejectedly replied, “And two; nothing, and I mean NOTHING, changes rule one.”

Apple Bloom then turned back to the hat and asked, “So, was that the guy who forced you to do everythin’s hat?” Ratchet made his way up to the hat as he took a deep breath and replied, “Actually no. It was his friend’s. His friend forgot it and, before I could do anything, he was gone.” He then let out a brief chuckle as he remarked, “Of course your uncle and Huffer showed up almost immediately. I forgot about this little thing until we got back to base.”

Apple Bloom then turned to the window and realized that the rain had stopped. “Oh mah!” She exclaimed. “Ah gotta get back home. See ya tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow kid.” Ratchet said. With that, Apple Bloom made her way to the front door, grabbed her helmet, and departed the house, hoping to make her way to the Chop Shop, hoping she wouldn’t be too late.

Apple Bloom entered the front of the Chop Shop, only to be greeted by Ironhide and Chromia. “Hey kid.” The older man said. “Heard Ratchet was having joint pain again.” Chromia, however, noticed the faded tear marks on her niece’s face and asked, “Apple Bloom? You alright dear?”

“Ah’m fine.” Apple Bloom replied as she gave a small but noticeable sniffle. “Ratchet just told me a story about him and two fellas during the war.” Ironhide took a deep breath as he walked up to his niece as he knelt down, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said, “Not quite much of a bedtime story is it?” Apple Bloom let out a guilty chuckle as she replied, “Ah guess not.”

Chromia then joined the two and said, “So Apple Bloom, you want to help me make dinner?” Apple Bloom nodded as she enthusiastically replied, “You bet.” With that, both women made their way to the kitchen, hoping to whip up something delicious for the residents of the Chop Shop. Ironhide simply let out a gentle chuckle as he followed his wife and niece, hoping they wouldn’t make too much of a mess.

Author's Notes:

Next Time; Apple Bloom and one of her other friends check up on Rattrap