The orange work pony sighed at the breakfast table, waiting for the two ponies sleeping in Apple Bloom's room to come down.

Finally, Applejack heard hooves clopping of her barn house, her sister followed closely by Sweetie Belle.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle immediately plopped down across from each other at the breakfast table, eying their meal of hay and flowers with delight. After they ate, Applejack joining them, dreading how the young unicorn would take the news, Sweetie Belle remembered her manners.

"Thanks for letting me stay here so long, Applejack! I can't believe it took Rarity so long to complete a simple spell!"

Applejack gulped at the mention of the elegant white unicorn. Well, here goes nothin'...

"Uh...Sweetie Belle, there's something Ah've got t' tell you. Rarity...never finished her spell."

At first, Sweetie Belle chuckled, believing that her elegant sister had simply fried one of her Soul Gems. She stopped as soon as she saw the look on Applejack's face, the smile that normally adorned her face turned into a small, sympathetic frown.

"Is Rarity okay? Where is she?"

Applejack gulped again.

"She...she jus' got out of the hospital yesterday, and now she's stayin' at Twilight's library."

Sweetie Belle sat bolt upright, alarm in her eyes.

"Hospital!? Well, what are we waiting for!? Let's go!"

Applejack smiled, the bond between the two unicorns reminding her of her relationship with Apple Bloom.

"Applejack, wait, you were here all day yesterday! How d'you know that Rarity's out of the hospital?"

Applejack raised an eyebrow at Apple Bloom, momentarily caught off guard by the question.

"Well, ah saw Peter pushin' her wheelchair over to Twilight's, so-"

"WHEELCHAIR!? Apple Bloom, Applejack, let's GO!"

"Wait...who's Peter?"

Sweetie Belle stopped in the door, looking at the two earth ponies with impatience, realization suddenly dawning on her.

"Yeah...who is this 'Peter' pony?"

Applejack sat bolt upright herself.

"Ah...ah forgot to tell you about Peter?"

The two young ponies nodded, Sweetie Belle lightly tapping her hoof in anxiety.

"Well, uh...you two will see who he is when we get there. Just, don' be rude, he's a bit...different."

The two friends nodded, Sweetie Belle already running towards the Ponyville library at top speeds, Applejack and Apple Bloom close behind her.

Apple Bloom burst into Twilight's library, panting, her big sister likewise panting beside her. Twilight stood outside the door to her room, sitting on her haunches, nodding to Applejack.

Sweetie Belle and Rarity must be havin' a heart t' heart...

Apple Bloom and Applejack walked up the stairs, side by side, as Sweetie Belle exited her sisters' room, sniffing slightly, Rarity's smile visible through the open door, looking up at Twilight. Apple Bloom walked over to her friend, putting a hoof on the unicorn's shoulder.

"Twilight, where's Peter? I want to tell him something."

Apple Bloom raised her eyebrow at her unicorn friend, confused as to what she could possibly want to say to the enigma.

"Sure. He's in the guest bedroom, right over there."

Huh, that's weird...

Apple Bloom's stomach felt as though it was filled with butterflies, anticipation rising at the prospect of meeting this enigma.

Twilight walked over the guest bedroom, telling the two fillies to 'stay here', and knocked on the door, walking in when it was opened by Peter, who neither Apple Bloom nor Sweetie Belle caught a glimpse of.

They heard a window open, and a window close. They made nothing of it, eager to see who Peter was.

Twilight walked out, closely followed by...

"Uh...what...what is he?"

Applejack shot her a look that said 'what-the-buck-did-I-tell-you?' Apple Bloom shrank back, embarrassed for being so rude. She looked up in shock as Sweetie Belle launched forward, suddenly jumping up and hugging the...Peter.

"Uh...hi? Nice to meet you...?"

Sweetie Belle clung onto him, not letting go one bit.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved my sister's life!"

"He...he what?"

Applejack shot her the look again, face reddening as her sister acted out again.

"Oh, you must be Sweetie Belle...uh...you're...welcome?"

Laughing slightly, the white unicorn finally let go of Peter, walking over to Apple Bloom.

"Apple Bloom, he saved my sisters' life! Her spell went horribly wrong, and he stopped it!"

Peter simply nodded, blushing.

He's almost as shy as Fluttershy...

Apple Bloom looked at Peter with confusion, not understanding how something so...obviously-not-magical could've stopped a spell.

"But....how?"

The two fillies recoiled slightly as Rarity's savior raised his hands, showing the bandages that were wrapped around his palms.

"I crushed one of the Soul Gems...burned my hands pretty bad, but in all honesty, it was worth it."

"Worth it?"

Applejack glared at Apple Bloom, now thoroughly angered by her lack of manners.

"Well, I'd say saving somepony's life is a good trade off for burnt hands, don't you think?"

Apple Bloom chuckled slightly, and so did Sweetie Belle.

"Apple Bloom, why don't you go see Rarity? I'm sure she'd like that."

The filly in question nodded at Twilight, taking her advice as she turned around, walking into Rarity's room.

Peter frowned slightly as Applejack followed Apple Bloom.

Oh, boy...somepony's gunna get it big time.

In all honesty, Peter hadn't really minded the rather pointed questions that Apple Bloom had asked him. In fact, he had expected nothing less from the two young ponies.

"Peter...how can I ever repay you?"

He looked down at Sweetie Belle, the pristine white pony's eyes dilated.

"You don't have to pay me back, Sweetie Belle."

The white unicorn advanced on him, determination in her eyes.

"But you saved her life! I have to repay you!"

"Uh, no, really, it's fine. I'm just happy that Rarity's okay."

The white unicorn stopped right in front of him, eyes dilated, playing to the softness in his heart.

D'aawwww...maybe there is a way she can pay me back? I mean, she really wants to...

He blinked, rubbing his eyes, his grogginess starting to finally catch up with him.

Ah, mornings...ten minutes of being awake, two hours of feeling like shit.

"Listen, Sweetie Belle, you don't have to pay me back, honest."

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssse?"

Peter's heart melted as he looked at the white unicorn, eyes watery, lower lip quivering. However, he stayed strong, keeping his morals in first priority.

"No. You don't have to pay me back, and I don't want you to. Just, make sure that Rarity keeps herself out of trouble for me, okay?"

The white unicorn sighed, but nodded, apparently appeased by the simple task.

Applejack and Apple Bloom walked back into the hallway, Applejack's younger sister blushing slightly.

"Peter, ah'm sorry about my rude questions earlier..."

Applejack nodded as her sister spoke.

"I don't mind, it's understandable."

"Oh, okay!"

Applejack rolled her eyes, exasperated with her sister, not even bothering to turn around and reprimand her this time.

"So, if you don' mind me askin', what, exactly, are you?"

Peter smiled, eyebrow raised.

"I'm a human, from Earth."

He rubbed his hands together, still somewhat unaccustomed to how his body looked in this world.

It's almost like two dimensional objects on a three dimensional plane...

It didn't actually bother him, as he could still move three dimensionally, it's just that his body looked weird as he did so.

Apple Bloom nodded, pleased with the response.

They all snapped at the neck as a white pony walked in, stethoscope poised perfectly on his forehead.

Right...physical therapy...shit, I hope he doesn't try using methods for hooves on my hands.

"If everypony who isn't currently living here could please step out, it would be much appreciated."

Applejack nodded, ushering the two young ponies out with her, her mane bouncing slightly as she walked.

"Peter, come visit if you ever want t' make a few bits. We've got plenty of room at Sweet Apple Acres."

He nodded to Applejack, making a mental note to go and make a few 'bits'.

The doctor walked up the stairs towards Peter, all business.

"Now, if you would please sit down, we can begin our physical therapy session."

Peter turned, rolling his eyes as he did. Woohoo.

The doctor stood in front of Peter, raising an eyebrow at his hands.

"Uhm...I actually have no idea how your hands work."

Peter looked at the doctor pony, incredulous.

"Your spell thing, where you look into a pony's body...can't you, like, do that to my hand to see the muscles and stuff?"

The doctor nodded. "I was about to do that, and I was about to tell you to keep still."

Peter rolled his eyes again, extending his hands.

"Work your magic, 'doc."

The unicorn lowered his already glowing horn towards Peter's hand, the sanitary cap letting magic through its porous mesh.

After a few moments, the unicorn removed his horn from Peter's hand, nodding.

"Well, move your hand at the wrist."

Peter moved his hand at the wrist. No pain.

"Now, move your..."

Peter sighed, his wrists and fingers cramping from moving them so much.

I might not be in the best shape ever...if moving my hands around cramp up my wrist and shit.

The unicorn moved on to Rarity's room, staying in there for a good hour and a half, during which Peter and Twilight struck up a conversation.

"So, how do you like Ponyville so far?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "I like it, but it's gunna take some, y'know...getting used to."

Twilight nodded. "Is there anything you want? Like, new clothes or something?"

Peter thought about, and came to a conclusion. "A new pair of glasses would be nice."

He raised and eyebrow as Twilight's head shot up in apparent shock.

"You...you wear glasses? How come you never told us?"

Peter shrugged. "I dunno. It just never bothered me much...and I never really got a chance to ask about. I mean, I could barely make out the Carousel Boutique until I was right next to it, but this entire time I've only needed to see things close to me."

Twilight nodded.

Huh...I wonder if they can even make glasses for me....

"Well, I'll look into it."

He nodded, muttering a 'thank you', too tired to keep a conversation going.

Until a certain question was asked.

"I have a question: are there things more complicated than your iPod where you come from?"

Peter smiled, and got up, leaving Twilight confused. He returned with the iPod in question, unlocking it and bringing up pictures of a robot, from the CrIO to the drive train. When he got to the Victors and the Power Distribution Board, Twilight shook her head, stunned.

"Okay, I guess you do...who made that thing, anyway?"

Peter took a large inhale, smiling.

"Me."

He raised an eyebrow at the shock that met Twilight's face.

"Well, not only me. I designed the frame of it, and I helped put it together. I know how it all works, and I know what hooks up to what. Unfortunately, we kind of had an electrical fire at a competition called 'Brunswick Eruption'...exposed terminal on the power button with an exposed terminal on a victor equals tons of fun, y'know?"

Twilight closed her eyes and shook her head once more, warranting another raised eyebrow from Peter.

"So...what exactly does that thing even do?"

And thus, they passed the next forty five minutes, talking about victors, digital sidecars, servos, Cim motors, gear ratios, pneumatics, solenoids, PWM cables, and much more.

Peter had just finished explaining what was so important about victors when the doctor pony walked out once more, smiling to himself.

"So, what's up with Rarity, 'doc?"

The doctor shot a derisive look at Peter, the word ''doc' triggering an instant reaction.

"Stop calling me ''doc'. My name is Syringe."

"Alright. So, Syringe, how's Rarity?"

The doctor smiled to himself, proud of the work he had done on her leg.

"I couldn't heal her fully, but I accelerated the mitosis around the break to the point at which she can now walk, albeit with a crutch."

Peter sat bolt upright, elated. "Sweet!" He brohoofed Twilight, this time not vocalizing the action, realizing that it would be somewhat awkward with the stuck-up Syringe nearby...

"And your hands are coming along nicely, as well. As long as you keep those bandages on, you'll be fine."

Peter nodded. He didn't plan on taking the bandages off.

Syringe nodded and walked down the stairs, then out the door. Peter and Twilight smiled at each other, and were about to burst into Rarity's room when Peter remembered something important.

He ran back to his room and opened the window, standing aside as Rainbow Dash alighted on the wooden floor.

"I saw the doctor walk in here. What'd he say?"

"Rarity can walk, but with a crutch."

Rainbow Dash exploded out of the room, leaving the books a mess, and Peter thrown onto the bed.

Well, I can see she's happy...

He followed the trail of chaos that led to Rarity's room, intrigued at how Rainbow Dash had managed to practically turn the entire library inside out.

It's like she did a mini sonic rainboom...

Twilight groaned and stood from her place on her own bed, holding a hoof to her head.

"Oh, Celestia...it'll take me all day to re-organize all my books!"

Peter looked back at the chaos and had to immediately bite his tongue, laughter trying to force its way through his lips.

Fus...Ro Dah!

He shook his head, amazed at his comical genius. Or rather, lack thereof.

Peter pushed open the door to Twilight's room and saw Rainbow Dash, her wings holding her about a yard off of the ground.

"Uh...Rainbow Dash, you do know that you just tore apart the entire library, right?"

"Heh...yeah...sorry about that."

Peter chuckled, a remnant of the Pegasus' mad dash to Rarity blowing out the window, accompanied by Twilight's voice and retrieval spell.

"So, Rarity, you excited?"

"Yes, very much so. I can't wait until I get the crutch. I've never walked on a crutch though...it will take some getting used to, I suppose."

Peter smiled, patting the elegant white unicorn on the shoulder.

"Well, since today's your last day with that cast, how about we sign it?"

Rarity blinked, not understanding what he meant at all.

"Sign it? Why ever would you do that?"

Peter ran a hand through his hair, but immediately stopped, feeling how greasy it was.

Okay, note to self: find a fucking shower.

"Well, back where I used to live, we would sign casts. I don't know why, but it was just a way to show that people were supporting you, I guess. That, or just a way to draw...'rude' things on the cast. But don't worry, I won't do that. At least, not to you."

Rarity and Rainbow Dash asked the same question, eyebrows raised. "Then to who?"

Peter smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Rainbow Dash smiled, but Rarity frowned. "Well, I would suggest that you don't do it to anypony."

"Oh? What about somepony you hate?"

Rarity shook her head. "There's nopony I hate. Nopony at-"

Twilight walked in, disgruntled, cutting across Rarity's sentence.

"Celestia answered still hasn't my letter about the vision. It's been a full almost day!"

Peter raised his eyebrows, confused at the horrible grammar.

"Uh, Twilight? Are you sure you're speaking right?"

"Sure, yes, I am. You worrying much too."

He looked over at Rainbow Dash and Rarity for help. Rainbow Dash explained the situation in a whisper.

"Sometimes, when Twilight's really stressed out, she'll start speaking funny. That, or go on a psychotic rampage. It's better that she's speaking funny, though. You...don't wanna see her on a psychotic rampage. Seriously."

Peter nodded in agreement. Yeah, I don't want to have to deal with a crazy Twilight...

"Anyway, Peter want what you?"

"Uh...I need a shower. D'you have one?"

"Shower I have down hall, yes."

Peter's eyebrow raised more. Twilight was starting to worry him, as her speech was not only jumbled grammatically, but it sounded jumbled. The lavender unicorn was speaking the words normally, only putting them in the right order. Basically, the word 'yes' was said in the same tone as if it had been said in the beginning of the sentence.

"Uh...okay...call me if you get any mail, 'k?"

Just as he walked out into the hall, searching for the shower, when Spike ran past him, his mouth bulging, panic in his eyes. Peter turned on his heel, following the baby dragon back in.

"It is what, Spike?"

The baby dragon simply opened his mouth and belched something awful.

"Auughhh, dude, breath mints, Jesus..."

The baby dragon blushed slightly as a parcel hit the ground, the paper wrappings bulging with the contents, the twine holding it all together.