Scared
A/N I don't own Storm Hawks.
"Aerrow, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Aerrow was talking to Piper. He glanced at Finn for a second. "In a minute."
Finn waited a minute. Two passed. Then five, then ten. Aerrow and Piper turned and walked down the Condor's corridor, forgetting all about Finn.
Finn turned his blue-gaze to Stork, who was rummaging around in his tool box. "Stork, can I talk to you?"
"Not right now Fin, I'm kind of in the middle of something." The Merb examined a wrench then sighed and tossed it out of the box.
The blond stared at the lonely wrench as it landed at his feet. Sighing he picked the wrench up and stared down the corridor.
Finn was scared. He felt afraid and lonely. It was always him that got shot down. Luckily, he always managed to land on someone else's skimmer, but how long would it take for that luck to run out? When was he going to fall for good? When is a laser bolt going to hit him instead of his skimmer?
He knew his friends didn't have answers to those questions. He just wanted someone to know how he felt. He just wanted someone to care.
"But I guess I'm just not the kind of person that people care about." Angrily, he threw the wrench at the wall with a clang.
Junko left his room after hearing the loud noise. He found Finn, blue eyes fixed on the ground. "Finn? You look upset. Do you need something?"
Finn looked up at Junko. He hesitated for a second. "No," he replied. "Its nothing you'd care about... No one cares," he muttered darkly.
He turned away from his friend, just in time to miss the flash on concern in Junko's eyes.
Finn marched away, not knowing that someone really did care.