Waking up in Equestria

~Monday morning, around six-thirty~

The alarm beside Harry's bed rang loudly, and proudly.

It was a proud, little alarm. It had won the Ring-Off three times running against the other clocks in the household.Within itself, it could feel its' pride soaring to new heights as-

A toffee colored fist abruptly silenced the ringing clock, sending it flying into the wall and shattering to pieces.

With a messy flourish of bedsheets, Harry stood up and looked out the window in one motion. Celestia's sun had barely peaked over the horizon, some of the rays of light were beginning to illuminate the dark blue skies that belonged to Luna's calming night. Grabbing his glasses off of the nightstand, Harry barely glanced at the ruined alarm clock as he left his bedroom.

"Why is it so cold in the mornings...?" he muttered as he entered the kitchen. Going into the ice box, he grabbed a couple of eggs for an omelet. Searching around in the nearby cabinets, Harry grabbed a pan and placed it on the stove, igniting the flame. After a couple of minutes, the sounds of cooking eggs could be heard, along with some crackling wheat bacon.

The sounds of a cooking breakfast were enough to stir Twilight into awaking, taking a deep inhale. Her stomach growled immediately, giving her no other choice than to leave her bed and start the day. Stopping by her mirror, her horn flared up, and she ran a brush through her slightly messy hair and placed the brush back. With a satisfied nod, Twilight left her bedroom and followed the enticing smell of food to the kitchen.

"What's cooking? I am starv-Harry?" she asked mid-sentence, her eyes wide. The being in question turned around, his gaze landing on Twilight, giving her a smile.

"Good morning Twilight! Figured I'd cook some breakfast and-Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked halfway through his own sentence.

"You're...You're..." Twilight began.

"I'm...?" Harry continued.

"You're..."

"I'm what?"

"Naked."

Raising an eyebrow, Harry looked down, his cheeks immediately flaring up in a blush. "O-Oh...so I am." He said simply grabbing a nearby washcloth and placing it over his lower regions with a sheepish smile. "Heh...I was wondering why it was cold this morning!" he said, trying to lighten the mood. Twilight casted her eyes to the ceiling, a raging blush coming to her cheeks as she gave a nod.

"Yes! Quite butty-I MEAN- er, buttery! Is there any butter? I could really go for some on toast." Twilight said, her voice betraying her as she tried to cover the slight arousal in her mood.

"Butter is in the ice box. I'll, uh, go get something on now..." Harry said rushing out of the kitchen and down the hall. After he left, Twilight shook her head quickly and let out a calming breath. Looking to the counter, she could see a plate was already made for her. With a magical flourish, the plate lifted and levitated to the table before Twilight.

As she munched on the wheat bacon, her mind had slightly began to wander.

"Oh my stars...I never knew a stallion could have such a nice butt..."

"Twilight! That is no way for a mare of your caliber to be behaving!"

"Oh hush, Reason! Did you NOT see how good he looked from behind?"

"I did, and quite frankly...er..."

"AH HA! I knew it! You were checking him out also!"

"Be quiet! I was not!

"Were too!"

"Was not!"

Needless to say, the self-conflict occurring in the young librarians' mind ended when she slammed her head into the dining table.

"Twilight? Are you alright?" Harry asked coming into the room. Immediately, the mare shot up and nodded feverishly, her cheeks bright red.

"O-of course I am! Who said I wasn't? Because I totally am!" she said, ending with a sheepish smile. Harry simply stared at her and scratched the back of his head.

"Well...okay...I'm going to be going now. First day on the job." Harry said, turning to leave.

"Have a good day! Be safe!" Twilight called after him. Harry waved her good-bye and left the library, leaving her alone.

"Alright. I agree. He is quite the stunner."

"I TOLD YOU!"

"UGH! BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!" Twilight screamed to the empty kitchen. The bickering voices immediately hushed up, leaving her with a small headache. Groaning, Twilight rubbed both sides of her head, collecting her thoughts. "He's just a friend. Just a friend." she said taking her plate to the sink.

"Just a friend..."

*     *     *

In short, the sudden morning rush that filled Doughnut Joe's was brutal. By ten in the morning, Harry was dead on his hooves. His fingers ached from all the orders he had written, and from slamming the cash register button nearly one-thousand times.

"Hey Scrumpy? I'm pretty sure I broke my finger." Harry said keeping the appendage in question slightly lifted. Scrumpy laughed a bit and approached his employee.

"Laddie, fer havin' somethin' so interstin', they be a wee bit fragile." he said, his laughter increasing. Harry shot his boss a small glare and shook his hand around a bit.

"So, am I done here? I mean, what else is a cafe good for besides the morning?" Harry asked with a small chuckle. Scrumpy shared in the small joke and nodded.

"Aye laddie, ye be done 'ere. However, I'd like te 'ave ye back 'ere at seven. We tend te' get a small rush in 'ere at that time." Scrumpy said leading Harry to the door.

"Can do, sir." replied Harry as he left the store. Scrumpy waved good-bye to him and returned to clean up the shop a bit. Walking through the streets gave Harry sometime to think on things. The time it took to return to Twilight's gave him enough 'Me Time' to think things over.

"Alright, so I've managed to secure a job here. I just can't believe that I'm here in Ponyville. It's a lot more colorful than what the show portrayed. But the real question is, how did I get here..."

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a note on the library's front door. Taking it, he read it.

"Harry,

I have gone into town to run some errands. I should be back a little after you get back and read this note.

Sincerely, Twilight"

Shrugging, Harry crumpled the note up, entered the library, and went to his room for a nap.

About an hour or so later, Twilight returned home, some bags from her errands floating in her telekinetic grasp.

"Harry, I'm home!" she called out. No response came from within the home. Shrugging, Twilight trotted into the kitchen, humming a small tune. As she was packing her purchased goods away, a yawn came from behind her.

"Mmm...what time is it...?" asked a half-awake Harry. Twilight turned her head and smiled at him.

"About noon. Want some lunch?" she asked sweetly. Harry muttered a 'yes' and sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"How were your errands?" he asked yawning again.

"Oh, they were quite fine. I'm still getting a bit of a headache when I use my magic, but other than that, it's all good." she said as she gathered the lunch supplies.

"I've been meaning to ask you something." Harry suddenly inquired. Raising an eyebrow, Twilight looked at him.

"And what would that be?" she asked.

"How did you get into the hospital, exactly?"

Giving a sheepish grin and roll of her eyes, Twilight continued getting lunch ready. "Oh, I was trying out a new teleportation spell I had read about. It supposedly could teleport one across universes." she said. Almost immediately, the atmosphere in the kitchen went deathly silent. She looked at Harry, whos' features were completely stone like.

"Care repeating that?"

Twilight's ears folded back against her head at the tone he used. It matched his expression; cold and stone like. "I-I was trying a new teleporting spell. It was said to transport one across universes." she repeated, shrinking down a bit as Harry stood from the table, his face being shadowed.

"You mean to tell me...you were experimenting with a new spell...that could take you to a new universe?" he asked slowly, his face still hidden. Twilight gulped and nodded.

"Y-Yes?"

Silence reigned upon the kitchen. Harry stood there like a mountain, his body visibly shaking. Turning his back to the mare, Harry left the kitchen. Twilight was immediately on his heels.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Harry didn't respond as he continued his walk to the front door. "Harry! Where are you going?" she asked, grabbing his wrist with a hoof. In a blur of motion, Harry had ripped her grasp off of himself, and glared down at her. His stare was enough to strike fear into the mare as she shrunk down in fright of the piercing glare.

She could feel an anger radiating from behind his stare.

"I'm taking a walk..." he said quietly.

"No, please stay. We can figure this out!" Twilight pleaded.

"I'm. Taking. A. Walk." Harry repeated slowly, his tone rising in frustration.

"Harry, please. Stay." Twilight said, staring up at him with a slight sadness in her eyes.

"NO! I'M TAKING A WALK!" He roared, raising his hand up above the mare. Twilight cried out in fear, slumping to the floor, waiting for the strike.

But it never came.

Instead, the door was quickly opened and slammed shut, leaving Twilight alone once again. Tears had began to for in her lavender eyes, quickly spilling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry..."