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// In charge 
// Story: Applejack and Applebloom in Appleoosa 
// by Metal Pony Fan 
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     "Ah'm in charge?!"  Applebloom mulled over her sisters words for a moment, barely believing her ears.  Slowly, a grin spread across her face as possibilities came to mind.  "Yay!  Ah'm in charge!"

Braeburn hadn't seen Applebloom in nearly a year, but he still knew her well enough to know that this would not end well for him.  "Good fer you," he grunted. 

"No it ain't," Applebloom said, jumping off her chair with a smile.

Braeburn did not like the sound of that.  "Then what is it?"

"IT'S GREAT!"  Full of enthusiasm, Applebloom grabbed her plate and ran it to the kitchen.

"Great," Braeburn muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he thought of all the ways this could go horribly wrong.

Applebloom ran back to her chair.  "It's good fer you too, cousin Braeburn."  She shoved the chair back under the table right into one of Braeburn's plaster-clad hind-legs.

"Really," he hissed as his face contorted in pain, "now, why's that?"

Applebloom puffed her chest out proudly.  "Cause Ah'm gonna make sure ya get better."  She pushed Applejack's chair under the table, smacking it against the other cast-bound leg.

Braeburn bit down on his lip and tried to hold back tears as pain shot up his leg.  "Can't wait."  He clutched at his leg with his slightly less injured left hoof.

"Ya don't have to!"  Applebloom jumped up on the table and struck a pose.  "CUTIE MARK CRUSADER REHA-, RE- uh-"  She stopped and looked at Braeburn.

He forced a smile.  "Rehabilitator?"

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER REHABILItibitila-, uh, WHAT HE SAID!  GO!"  Applebloom hopped off the table and ran to the kitchen.

"Just get a straw," cousin braeburn called after her, "then ya can go play."  If it came down to a choice between his dignity and enduring who knows how much of Applebloom's well-intentioned care, well, goodbye dignity.

"That's okay, cousin Braeburn."  Applebloom returned from the kitchen with a bag of ice which she set on the table.  "Ah don't mind takin' care of ya."

"But, I mind," thought Braeburn.

"Asides, all I brought were crayons."

"Crayons and paper, perfect!  You can draw a picture."

"Nope, just crayons."  She ran back to the kitchen.  "Where's the straws?"

"Left of the fridge," Braeburn told her.  "Applejack did the packin', didn't she?"

"Yeah, she did!"  Applebloom came back with the straw and dropped it in the soup.  "How'd ya know?

" Cause Big Mac knows how much paper you go through."  Braeburn put a hoof to his chin.  "Ah tell ya what, last time ya where here, yer brother left some toys in case ya ever came ta visit."  Braeburn made a mental note to thank Mac for that before pointing to a door across from the kitchen.  "They're in a box in the back of the closet.  You can play with them."