{The Apple Of My Eye} ~~ An AppleDash FanFic {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 15- Force it

Rainbow dash's eyes opened, hammered open, and she forced herself to get up, and fly. She was determined to save AppleJack, no matter what.
"Nnggh.. nggh.. AAAGH!" RainbowDash yelled, still forcing herself to get up.
  She did it, RainbowDash was standing up. Now all she had to do was fly.
  RainbowDash slowly flapped her wings, causing her to fly up in the air. RainbowDash did that happy laugh, and smiled.
   "WOO!" She said, picking up speed really quickly. "AppleJack, hang in there!"
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  AppleJack was wrapping Big Mac's hoof in bandages, where he was bleeding.
"Are you okay, big brother?" AppleJack asked, finishing up the bandage.
"Yyup." He replied.
AppleJack flopped on her back next to Big macintosh. "I'm hungry." AppleJack said, touching her stomach.
"That plane lady gave me some pretzels, we can share them."
"How?"
"They're over there." Big Mac pointed, next to the plane.
"They look burned." AppleJack said, gagging a bit. "Just go get them." Her brother replied, staring at her.
AppleJack slowly went up to the plane, and picked up the burning pretzels with her mouth.
She carried it to Big Mac, and he opened them. They didn't look too bad. Just a little burnt on each end of each pretzel.
AppleJack took some and ate them.
"Not... bad." AppleJack said, crunching her pretzels slowly.
Big macintosh did the same.
After they were done eating, AppleJack touched her tummy. "What do we drink?" AppleJack said, remembering....
her small backpack.
It was probably burning in the plane.
"MY BACKPACK!" She yelled, running back to the plane. She crawled under, her head looking all around, to find that backpack.
Finally, she found it under a seat, burning.
She forced and forced her self to get back in the plane, and she reached for her backpack. Her sketchbook was peeking out, the edges burning. She still forced herself to get it.
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RainbowDash was flying so fast, so incredibly fast, that she wasn't really able to stop.
"APPLEJAAAACK!" She called, putting a worried look on her face.
Please don't be dead, please don't be dead, please don't be dead, please. . .
She bumped into a tree, making her feel fuzzy and dizzy.
"Apple...jack?" She said, putting her arms in front of her.
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"NNNNGGGHHH!" AppleJack yelled, finally grabbing the backpack. She immediately backed away, holding onto the backpack. She ran away from he plane, sweating hard, due to the flames heating her up.
She searched through her backpack after she brushed the tiny flames off, and looked inside it.
Nothing too serious, just. . .
Her sketchbook was burned, her comb was also a little burnt, and she had a bottle of water.
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