Near Ponyville hospital, Dylan's car, Kenneth's perspective

"H-How is this even possible?!" I said as I was looking at a machine that shouldn't be in this world. "How did it get here, why is it even here, and more importantly," I said this with a realization popping up in my head, "is my son here?!" As I was wondering this somepony started to approach me.

"Oh, hey there Ken, you just missed it, there was this guy who looked just like you, except he didn't look as old." And with that I huddled into an imaginary corner with comical waterfall of tears coming down my face.

'Yep, its him alright' as I thought about it I started to wonder where he might be now.

"Yeah we all saw him too, just before a group of six carried him to the hospital, I guess he had some kind of injury." Well, that confirms it.

"Oh yeah I think I saw Applejack with them too Ken," And with that I started walking my way over there at an all too calm manner. "You goin' to see what all the ruckus is about Ken?"

"O-Oh yeah, just want to go and see what the little brat looks like, see if what you youths are sayin' is true or not." I half-lied to the young stallion, afterall I was going to see him, just not for his looks.

Ponyville hospital, 15 minutes later

Alright, time to find out if he's really here, or just an imposter, I thought with my eyes closed as I was sitting waiting for a certain blonde haired apple farmer youth to greet me.

"Huh, is that, hey it is, hows it hangin' old man?" Well not quite the youth I was looking for. "Heheh I was wondering when you'd come back after your trip gramps." I heard the athletic rainbow haired youth say.

"I told you not to call me that you little-gah! Its good to see you too, ya little brat!" I said as I snatched the little rainbow speedster and started ruffling her hair, which got me the expected result.

"H-Hey let go of me gramps!" She said as she was trying desperately to get out of my arms with a flustered look of frustration on her face.

"Heh, alright maybe next time you won't call me 'old man' huh, Dashie?" I said as I finally let her go, and she quickly rushed away from my side adjusting her mane with an adorable pout that would suggest she was a lot younger than she appeared to be.

"Yeah, whatever" I heard the athletic pony mumble to herself, although, I knew she would just do it again later without thinking. "Anyways there's this guy who looks just like you, except, you know, less wrinkly, hehe" I heard her snicker at that last part, but for once I let her have that jab.

"Funny, I actually heard a little talk about him just before I got here," I said with a fake smile on my face, but I quickly discarded it, "can you take me to him?" I said as calmly as possible, but on the inside I was extremely impatient to find this 'guy' as everyone called him.

She didn't seem to take notice of my forced smile, good, "Yeah sure, just follow me old timer!" Yep there it is.

A couple minutes later, Dylan's perspective

"Ooooowww," I groaned in pain as the nurse from earlier was tending to my broken ribs, "GAH! A-are you sure you're trying to be gentle, or are you still mad at me from earlier? GAAH, Damnit!"

My answer was in the form of what you'd expect "Hn, well it's your own fault for calling me that, maybe now you'll remember not to call me that again."

"Hey I said I was sorry, and besides it was an accide-OOWWW!" I didn't get to finish as the nurse wrapped another layer around my ribs rather roughly, thankfully she was just about finished. Thankfully my concussion was long gone, so there's that at least.

"That still doesn't excuse you for calling me what you did, just don't let it happen again young man." She said with an exhausted temper slowly fading away, much to my relief.

"Okay, and sorry again for calling you a, well, you know," I said while rubbing the back part of my spiky hair. "By the way thanks for patching me up miss Redheart, also, this might seem like a weird question, but how old are you, I mean, you just look pretty young to be a nurse."

"Huh, oh well, actually I'm 23, and why do you think I look young?" She said with a slight head tilt, indicating her confusion.

"Wha- you're really 23 years old! Wow from where I'm from, with the way you look, people would say you were about 16." I said still trying to comprehend the 'old' nurse's age.

She was also trying to comprehend what I was saying, "Well if that's the case, how old are you, you don't look the much older than me."

"O-oh, yeah, I'm actually 17 years old, not quite old enough to be considered an adult, but I'm almost there, believe it!" I said trying to defend my age, believing I would get berated for it. Although that didn't come, but her reaction wasn't one I was expecting.

For some reason she was smiling in a weird comforting kind of fashion, but what I felt was disbelief from that fake 'sweet' smile. "Yeah, of course you are," Holy shit, that was the most sarcastic tone I've ever heard, "now tell me what's your real age."

"Ok hold up, what, do you not believe me?! How dare you, you don't just ask for someone's name and suddenly disregard it!" I comically screamed at her, while angrily flailing my arms around.

"Well at least yer' alright, ah think," I heard a farmgirl's accent come from the door frame, as I turned my head to where the voice came from, and when I saw her I noticed she was that tan looking pony from earlier when I last woke up, "howdy there sugarcube, the name's Applejack, mah' friends call me AJ!" She said while slightly tipping her hat upwards. "By the way ya' wouldn't happen to' know ol' Grandpa Ken by any chance would ya'?" She said while looking directly at me for an answer.

At least I can say that question isn't the weirdest part of my day, "Uhh, I can't say that I do, or ever heard of him, what about you miss Redheart have you ever heard of that guy?"

She looked at me with an embarrassed look on her face, "Actually I only just moved here 3 weeks ago, so I only know a few of the locals, sorry." The nurse said while rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.

Now it was the farmgirl's turn to answer, "Oh well that's a surprise, you almost look exactly alike', almost if you were relatives er' somethin'." Ok, now THAT caught my attention.

"What do you mean by that? Who is Grandpa Ken, I know I've never heard of him before, because I only just got here, and now you're saying that we might be related?" I asked her with my curiosity continuously growing.

"Now calm down, don't want ya' to' blow yer' top off, anyways I'm only sayin' I never said that you two 'were' related." She said in a calming manner.

"That actually might be closer to the truth than you think, Little Jackie." That, that voice. That all too familiar voice, this voice had the tone of someone who had been through a lot, the tone of someone who saw everyone as his own, the tone of... a father, but, that can't be, I thought he disappeared, at least, ever since I was 15.

"Huh? Well yer' back earlier than expected," "do you know this guy' Grandpa Ken?"...

"More than you'll ever know Little Jackie, now nurse, would you mind if we had a little privacy?"...

"U-uh, yeah, sure" Soon both of the pony women left, and this 'Ken' closed the door to ensure our privacy.

"..." I, I couldn't say anything, I was just sitting there with an unreadable expression on my face, and in my eyes.

"Heheh, it sure has been a while hasn't it! I hope you kept the car in one piece, hahaha!" He said with a painfully cheery expression on his face. Now that I noticed it, he was older than the last time I saw him, not older as in a few years.

"..." How, long, has it been in this world for him? My expression still hadn't changed except my hair had shielded my eyes from view.

"Anyways I'm sure you're surprised to see me, huh squirt!" His expression was filled with an ear splitting grin that could brighten anyone's day, but I knew him better than that.

"..." His eyes, only those who knew him well enough would know, that to figure out what he was feeling, you have to look deep into his eyes to know what he really felt. And to me, his eyes were an open book.

"I just can't believe that you found a way to this world, well you ARE a Rayson, so I guess I should have known you'd find yourself in some kind of mess!" My shoulders started to tremble, my face still unreadable. "I guess us Raysons are just prone to find ourselves in unpredictable situations, isn't that right, Dylan?"

My body had finally chosen to react, I had shot forward as fast as I could, locking my arms as tight as they could be, around my,"Dad," my voice trembling, "you have no idea, how much I've missed you," my face had finally taken the expression of someone who had lost their parent long ago, and was only just reuniting with them, and for the first time in years, I couldn't control the tears trailing down my face.

My, dad, had accepted the bone crushing hug with immediate acceptance, and his voice had changed just as quickly as he returned the father-son hug, "And you have no idea how long I've wished for us to be reunited, my son." the tone had changed to almost match mine. But for the first time since I've known him, he cried for real.

And for the first time since I've lost my dad, as I was openly crying tears of pure joy, I had a true smile on my face.

To be continued...

Author's Note

How was that? I really hope it doesn't feel rushed, but I'm still getting used to this whole writing my own story, so if any of you think I should make some changes please let me know, also if I should add anything or remove even fix something you think would make this a better story, I'd be more than grateful. Anyways if you don't have any suggestions please let me know what you think, if you liked it and if you don't like it anyways, any feedback is extremely appreciated. Also if you have any OC's you would like me to add just look at the previous author's notes for more information on that. Anyways I really hope that you enjoyed this chapter, the story will be on the original mlp plot line soon. I hope you enjoy reading this story my dudes