Sooooooooooo, remember when I said I was going to take a break from this and work on my Rise of the Guardians fic? Apparently I lied. So here! Have chapter 6!

Prepare your tissues and pitchforks, because you're going to need them!

Disclaimer: I, Inkweaver22, do not own MLP: FiM, even though I really wish I did.

The funeral was a small affair, only a dozen or so ponies showing up to the service. The two headstones rested under a lone willow on a gently sloping hill. A light drizzle fell on the congregation, courtesy of the town's weather team. A melancholy mood filled the air as the preacher pony recited off his memorized prayer with little emotion.

Once he finished and the moment of silence observed, several ponies came forward to say their final farewells. They were all basically similar; the pony would say that even though they didn't know the pair very long, that they considered them to be friends and then return to their seat, allowing the next pony in line to get up and repeat the same process. There were some tears from the more sensitive ponies, but none actually broke down.

Soon enough, the service ended and the crowd dispersed and returned to their daily activities. A single mare stayed behind and stared forlornly at the graves. She thought about all that had happened these past several days and the two ponies that had been abruptly brought into her life. That is, until they were taken out of it just as suddenly as they had came in. With a heavy sigh she turned and slowly trudged away.

A sudden breeze gusted through the area, blowing away several leaves along with the memory of the two ponies that had made an unexpected impact on the quiet town and its residents.

THE END

"Hmph! What a rip off!" Flam tossed the book onto the nightstand and picked up the next one in the pile on his bed. Twilight had been kind enough to drop them by earlier that week so he wouldn't be completely bored as he recovered.

It had been two weeks since his fever had reached its peak and he had flat lined. It was definitely a tense moment. Flim had even had a heart attack from the stress of the entire situation. Luckily, Nurse Redheart and the other doctors were able to work quickly and save both of the twins. Flam shuddered as he remembered the pain he had gone through before his fever finally broke over twenty four hours later.

When Flam had discovered that it was Apple family that had rescued them, he was defiant at first. He had initially blamed them for all their misfortune and being cared for by them seemed to add insult to injury. He and Flim had even gotten into an argument over his behavior. It had taken Applejack's offer of friendship and forgiveness of their actions for him to start warming up to them.

Slowly, but steadily, the brothers were recovering. Flam's cough was all but gone, but he was not yet allowed to leave the house as autumn was almost upon them. Both twins had regained a significant amount of weight to where their ribs were no longer showing, but they were still far below the normal standards. They were, however, allowed to eat solid food once again.

"Flam? Could you come down here please?" Applejack called from downstairs. With a sigh, the unicorn closed the book he had just started and made his way to the first floor. Flim, Applejack, Big Mac, Granny Smith, and Nurse Redheart were all waiting for him in the living room when he entered.

"What's going on?" Flam asked nervously as he noticed the white mare.

"Well I was going through the results of your most recent checkup," the nurse started, "and while you still have a little ways to go to be completely recovered, you're both well enough to start working!"

"Working?" Flam tilted his head in confusion.

"We're going to be helping out here at Sweet Apple Acres." Flim explained to his brother. "They were kind enough to pay for most of our medical expenses, so we must work here to repay them."

"Oh! Of course! I almost forgot about that!" Flam chuckled at his forgetfulness but then frowned. "But wait, how can I help if I can't go outside?"

"There's plenty to do inside, young'un!" Granny Smith said. "Assist me to the kitchen and I'll show you!" Flam did as he was instructed and helped the elderly mare into the kitchen.

"Well, I best get back to the hospital." Nurse Redheart made her way to the door.

"It was nice seeing you again!" Flim called out as she left. He turned to the two Apple siblings. "So what exactly do you do here besides grow apples?" Applejack and Big Mac shared a devious grin.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough." AJ said with a chuckle that sent chills down the stallion's spine.

Flim stood with the siblings on a hill that overlooked the entire farm. He glanced nervously at them while waiting for their instructions. Applejack smirked at him.

"So you were wondering what all we do? Well, then, let's get started!" Catchy country music began to play as she led him around the property and showed him what all they needed to accomplish. After a few bars, she began to sing.

"Here at Sweet Apple Acres,

There's always plenty of work.

So get a move on partner!

There isn't any time to shirk.

We have a long day ahead of us,

So make sure you're prepared.

Picking apples, chopping wood,

Fixing things that need repaired!"

She began to buck trees as the chorus began.

"Here on the farm!

We work all the day long!

Here on the farm!

Our spirit keeps us strong!

Here on the farm!

Our work is our song!

Here on the farm!

Everypony sing along!"

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Granny Smith began to show Flam how to make apple-based treats. Ingredients and mixing tools covered every available space on the counters as she began to sing.

"Here at Sweet Apple Acres,

There's always plenty to make!

So many delicious treats,

Fritters and pies that we must bake!

Make sure we have the ingredients.

Stir the batter, knead the dough.

Measure out the sugar and flour,

Pour it in nice and slow."

The elderly mare placed the first pie in the oven and helped the stallion start the next one as chorus started again.

"Here on the farm!

We work all the day long!

Here on the farm!

Our spirit keeps us strong!

Here on the farm!

Our work is our song!

Here on the farm!

Everypony sing along!"

Flim and Flam worked diligently, be it picking apples with magic or sweeping the floor. The music stirred something within them, and they both began to sing. While they weren't within earshot of each other, their status as both twins and unicorns allowed them to be perfectly in time with each other and sing the exact same lyrics.

"Here at Sweet Apple Acres,

We must repay our debt.

To the kind ponies who took us in,

With hard work and sweat.

We'll chop the wood; we'll clean the house,

With everything we'll help.

If you need the Flim Flam brothers,

Just give out a yelp.

Here on the farm!

We work all the day long!

Here on the farm!

To right our past wrong!

Here on the farm!

Our work is our song!

Here on the farm!

Everypony sing along!"

A smile was on every pony's face as they worked. Flim was helping Big Mac mend a broken fence, Applejack was bucking trees and harvesting apples, Flam was washing dishes, and Granny Smith was dusting the furniture. As they cheerfully did their jobs, they all joined in the final chorus.

"Here on the farm!

We work all the day long!

Here on the farm!

Our spirit keeps us strong!

Here on the farm!

Our work is our song!

Here on the farm!

Everypony sing along!"

Flim hummed happily to himself as he picked apples with his magic and placed them in the baskets at the base of each tree. As he didn't need to stop at each tree, he trotted down the row at a leisurely pace. Despite his concerns due to the sibling's teasing, he had come to enjoy the work in a short time. Something about working hard made him feel satisfied.

No wonder they run us out of town. He thought with a chuckle. Using his magic to wipe away some sweat with his bandana, the cream colored pony began to take the full baskets back to the barn to be stored. It had been a long day and the sun was starting to dip past the horizon.

Something caught his eye as he approached the large structure. He stopped and stared, the baskets falling to the ground. Applejack was standing silhouetted against the sun while gazing at her beloved orchard. The light caused her golden hair to shine and her green eyes sparkle. Flim felt heat rising in his cheeks and his heart started to run a marathon as he watched her silently.

Wow… She's beautiful…

"What're you staring at?"

Flim gave a yelp and turned quickly to see Big Mac staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh! Er… I… Uh… Nothing! I wasn't looking at anything!" The unicorn stuttered, his blush deepening.

"Uh huh." The large red stallion said skeptically.

"Well, I, uh, better get these to the barn." Flim picked up the baskets and quickly trotted off, leaving behind a very suspicious Big Mac.

Flim stared down at the bath water he was sitting in and let his mind go blank as he enjoyed the warmth. Flam was sitting behind him, scrubbing his younger brother's back as he talked about his day.

"And I had no idea that flour could be used to remove stains! It worked better than magic!" Flam was saying.

"Uh huh." Flim replied.

"Did you know that there are over three hundred different apple-based dishes? Granny Smith knows the recipe to every single one!"

"Uh huh."

Flam frowned at his brother's under-enthusiasm.

"She also used to be a ninja and worked for Princess Celestia by assassinating any potentially dangerous ponies."

"Uh huh."

"Flim, what's wrong?" Flam asked as he set the wash rag aside.

"Hmmm? Oh, nothing. I'm fine."

"No you aren't. You were distracted at dinner as well."

Flim rested his chin on the side of the tub and sighed.

"I'm just… thinking."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know."

"Are you thinking about Applejack?" Flam asked with a knowing smile. Flim sat up and spluttered as his cheeks began to turn red.

"W-what?! How did you... I mean! No! I-I wasn't… I was just… No!" Flam chuckled at his twin's reaction.

"Don't think I didn't notice you sneak glances at her when you thought no pony was looking. And don't worry, I won't tell any pony."

"You promise?" Flim asked.

"Of course I do."

"I want you to Pinkie Promise."

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." Flam made the movements as he recited the same promise Pinkie Pie had shown them when she promised to give them the best party ever when they were fully recovered.

"Good." Flim said as he rested once again against the tub. His twin resumed washing him, this time scrubbing his mane. They finished their bath in comfortable silence and then went to bed exhausted. Dawn would come too soon for them the following morning.

The next few days were almost exactly like the first. They would all wake up at dawn, have breakfast, and then work for the rest of the day until sunset. Flim tried to avoid Applejack whenever possible as his pulse would start to race whenever she was near. While she didn't notice his actions, her brother certainly did. He watched Flim closely without trying to hide it, unnerving the unicorn. It also didn't help that Flam would subtly tease him about it at dinner, earning more scrutiny from the red Earth pony.

The younger twin did his best to ignore all these distractions and focus instead on whatever task he was completing. It worked for the most part, until he noticed either Big Mac, or worse, Applejack herself, staring at him. The feeling of their eyes on him made him nervous and clumsy, often causing him to make mistakes or accidentally hurt himself. He had once glued a piece of wood to his foreleg, much to the amusement of every pony else.

Flam, on the other hoof, was actually enjoying his time stuck inside. He discovered a secret joy for cooking with apples and learned as many recipes as he could from Granny Smith. He even experimented with his new found skill, creating a surprisingly delicious meal of baked apples covered in melted cheese and nuts as well as other dishes.

Before either twin knew it, another week had passed. And then another. They quickly became adjusted to their new lifestyle and enjoyed every minute of it. It was as if they had rediscovered their special talents. Instead of selling low quality cider for a quick bit, they loved working with apples in general, especially the apples of Sweet Apple Acres.

Another short chapter… DX

By now, you all are probably thinking: "Why should we hate you right now Ink?" Well first off is the trolling I put you through at the beginning. Second is because this chapter is mainly filler. Nothing really important happens besides Flim and Flam starting to work on the farm. Well, that and discovering that Granny Smith was once a ninja assassin. ; )

Speaking of farm, I wrote "Here on the Farm" myself! What did you think? Did it fit the MLP spirit? Hey! If enough of you ask in a review, I may record it and post it on YouTube! Vocals only as I have no idea how to compose music, only write lyrics.

Hey, I need your help! I've run out of ideas on what should happen next so give me some suggestions!

Anyways, thank you all so much for being so amazing and taking your time to read this! And thanks to SadieSwirl for being an awesome beta!

You know the drill by now! Leave me some comments, suggestions, and other forms of literature in a review! Especially if you want to hear me sing "Here on the Farm"! ; D