Author's Note

Now I don't feel I did my best but I'm hoping you guys will love it regardless and if you do I can promise you more chapters

You'r not Granny

Like any other day at the farm Big Mac, was hard at work hauling apples back and forth. Today was no different then any other besides the fact that he was alone. Applejack had other matters to attend to so she had quickly done her part and left him to finish it off. Apple bloom, Hadn't come back yet and granny Apple, was sick in bed.

"Now that's how you do it," Big mac congratulated himself. "It's a shame no one was here to see that. I'v never moved so fast in my life." The large man step away from his load, a miniature mountain of apples, a nice days work.

"Maybe I should stay and wait, Apple jack said she'd be back later to do the rest of the work herself but." He began to take an apple when a thought reminded him of what he was told,

"Although… She did tell me not to and to treat myself afterwards."

Big mac Shrugging his shoulders decided it was best to just leave and turned for the barn singing under his breathe about drinking Apple cider when he heard a thud and looked back quickly startled.

"Is someone here?" He was afraid, he hated when people heard him sing.

"It can't be the farm animals there all down for the count, and i'm the only person on the farm besides Granny and she should be sick in bed… Unless."

Big Mac started running around the barn frantic hoping that the crazy old women hadn't gotten out of bed again, she was to old and to sick to be doing this and he was worried. Then he heard the thud again. He turned his attention to the mountain like pile of apples he had personally stacked and quickly began to panic.

"Oh no! oh no! oh no! Please don't tell me I buried her under Three hundred pounds of Apples!

He franticly thew fruit after fruit to the floor, wall, and ceiling trying to make a hole to rescue her while insulting himself for not noticing sooner.

"Dammit Big mac you idiot," He started, "You've done a lot of stupid things but killing granny is by far the worst! How am I gonna explain this to Apple jack!? Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was slowly KILLING GRANNY. And Apple Bloom, dear Celestia how am I going to tell her I buried her grandma!

As his thoughts became worse and darker by the second he finally had done it. He had his proof, someone was under the pile of apples but it wasn't granny, she didn't have a glowing horn.

"What the?" He questioned himself. "That's not granny"

His confusion quickly turned back into that of panic. While it not being granny is good in all it still didn't change the fact that he had buried someone. And what's worse is that this would more likely turn into a murder story then just some simple accident. However, his assumptions were soon dismissed by a rather happy scene. The apples were moving!

"Just hold on!" He shouted. "I'll get you out of there as soon as possible!"

After a short moment of continued digging, he had finally freed the girl he had imprisoned.

"About time you did that!" She scolded him. "Do you know how LONG I was under there!?

"Big Mac stood speechless. He didn't know what to think. Obviously he was relieved that she was safe but it was who he had just saved that puzzled him,

"… Trixie?" He stuttered.

"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!" The tiny in comparison girl yelled still furious. "YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME!"

"I'm sorry, I really am! If I had know that anybody was in here the-" He stopped himself realizing the real mystery.
"Wait. Why ARE you here? I thought you were banned from ponyvill after that last fiasco you started."

She backed away slightly lowering her voice in surprise. "Well I was uh, you see it, I can explain but…. Hey I told everyone that wasn't my fault."

"So what, Pinkie's pie cart just suddenly exploded."

Trixie looked down at her feet. "…I was just trying to help her."

They stood silent for a few moments, neither one of the two really knowing what to say next. Trixie looked up at Big Mac trying to gain eye contact to no success, he was too busy trying to avoid eye contact. He did however sneak a quick glance at her. Big Mac couldn't help but notice the beauty of the trouble maker standing in front of him. He liked what he saw. After he thought about her for a moment he realized that while not the best person he had ever met she was still one of the best looking, and while constantly driving everyone around her crazy she had always had a way of making him secretly laugh.

"So," Big Mac trying to restart conversation. "Why are you in here?"

She looked up at him, sadness written over her face. "Does it matter, You'r still going to throw me out anyways, so whats the point. I'll just let myself out and save you the trouble, at least I can't screw that up."

Trixie dragged past him, a tear forming in her eyes heading for the doors of the barn.
"Oh crap!" Big Mac thought to himself, "I don't want her to leave, at least not like this. c'mon dumb ass think of something." Then like clockwork an ideal came to him so he ran in front of her blocking her sought way out.

"Oh no you don't." He said with a slight smile on his face. "The great and powerful Trixie, can help me a lot if she decided to help clean up this mess."

"I don't feel Great or powerful, and what are you talking about?" She asked puzzled turning around, "What mess-"

Trixie had been so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the barn looked like an apple tornado had ripped through the place.

"Did I have something to do with this?" She asked feeling nostalgic.

Big mac laughed and grabbed a set of cleaning supplies. "How do you think I got you from under their so fast?"
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After about two hours of cleaning they were finally finished. Trixie put away the cleaning supplies or what was left of it back were Big Mac had taken it from while he went off to the back of the barn. While she sat alone on the hay stack Trixie smiled thinking about the last two hours she had just spent with the more talkative than usual large man. To her it seemed like he was trying to cheer her up and if he was it was working. She could barley remember the reason she was sad or why she was in the barn for that matter. But she did. It made her feel miserable all over again and just before she went back into her self loathing thoughts Big Mac Came back out holding two empty cups and a bottle of apple cider.

"Apple Cider?" He gestured to the drink in his hand.

"Yes, thank you." She said sounding down.

Of course he had noticed the quick change in mood and immediately tried to correct it.

"I leave for just a minute and ya get all said on me again." He said with a little more farm boy in his voice. "C'on now, I know ya cant resist laughing at ma country soundin voice, it makes ya somethin kinda happy now doesn't it?"

She started giggling a little to her surprise and said "Ok you got me just stop with the voice."

"Alright." he eased, pouring the drinks "Now can you tell me why your so sad?"

"I don't know?" Trixie playing with her feet retorted. "Its a long story and I don't want to be a bother."

Big Mac sat beside her on the hay stack trying to reassure her. "Don't worry about it. You were really good with those cleaning spells and with out that I wouldn't have been stuck in here all night. What I'm saying is I owe you one."

"It's nothing," She shrugged. "I've had a lot of practice." Trixie started or at least tried to tell him what was wrong but was still to afraid.

"Big Mac?" She Mumbled. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"No I don't." He said sipping some of his drink. "And please, call me Macintosh."