Reborn

A week had passed since the 'weeping angels' incident. He had gone to a doctor, after Applejack had practically dragged him there. He was told he was overworked and to take a brake from apple-bucking.

After a couple days of rest, Big Macintosh felt a lot better. No moving demon statues, no magic blue boxes, and no Doctor. However, being stuck at the house for so long had Big Mac pacing the floors. He hated being stuck inside for so long. Hay, he had grown up almost always outdoors.

So to keep himself busy, he had taken to cleaning. Macintosh was rearranging the books in the living room when Applejack walked in.

"Big Mac. . . your driven me mad with all. . . this"

She gestured to the spotless room with a hoof.

"I can't help it. I jus' hate sitin' still."

Applejack sighed.

" I can see that. Look, I'm workin' in the orchid right now, but I need some fresh bread for dinner tonight. Why don't ya go to the market for me an' get a loaf or two."

Big Mac smiled gratefully to his little sister.

"Thanks AJ"

20 minuets later found Macintosh loading the still warm bread into his saddle bag. He turned around to come face to face with the Doctor.

Big Mac reared up, startled. The Doctor backed up slightly.

"Whoa! It's just me!"

The red draft pony took a calming breath before addressing the stallion in front of him.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor smiled.

"Yes sir-ie!"

Macintosh lowered his head and huffed. He started to quickly walk away. The Doctor kept pace with him.

"What do ya want?"

"I want to help you. Your life is in danger! There's something different about you. You're not like anypony I've ever met before. The weeping angels are after you, so there must be something."

Big Macintosh whirled around and glared at the stallion in front of him. It surprised his to realize that the Doctor was the same size as him. Shaking off that thought, Mac continued.

"Look, Doctor. I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout. I've never even heard of these weeping angel things. You and those demon have the wrong pony."

Big Mac turned and started to stomp off. The Doctor stood there for a moment before trotting to catch up.

"There not demons."

"Oh yeah?! Then what the hay are they?!"

"Aliens"

The Doctor's blunt answer stopped Big Mac cold.

Aliens?

Mac shook his head and looked over at the Doctor.

"If I were to believe you, which I'm not saying I do, what do these weeping angels want with me?"

The Doctor smiled slightly, almost sadly.

"Weeping Angels feed off life energy. I have a lot, and apparently you do too. There after you, but I can help. I can keep you safe. Come with me on the Tardis."

"The Tardis?"

"The blue box"

"I can't. I have family, friends. I can't jus' leave."

The Doctor frowned, brown eyes sad.

"If you stay here, you're only endangering them more. Come with me until we can figure this out. Find a way to stop the weeping angels."

Big Mac looked at the brown stallion.

"All of time and space to explore. You could go anywhere, anywhen."

The Doctor smiled and turned around. He looked back and gestured with his head. The Tardis could be seen slightly in the distance.

"Come with me."

Big Macintosh followed the Doctor, saddle bag forgotten at their hooves.