Heya, this is my first Storm Hawks fic...so yeah...read and review! Beware of swearings and other things, that's why it's rated M. Hint - Hint.

This is actually the newer and better version of my deleted old story, which I wrote when I was like ten?

Quiet.

That was all it was. No noise. Just quiet.

It was eerily creepy. The deck was never quiet. But it was. Normally, in a normal day of fighting talons and other what-nots, it would be either Finn and her's fighting sounds (but since she was here, it was not possible) or it would be Junko's champing, or even Radaar's screeches for Stork's weirdness.

This creeped Piper out. She pulled herself out of her bed and looked at the clock sitting on her desk. 10.45. It read.

She couldn't believe she had woken up so early.

She took herself to her door in a matter of seconds, still sleepy.

She walked over the corridor to the deck...or tried to. Her head was literally groaning to go back to sleep and she was walking like a drunk. Her legs were wobbly and she had to grab the wall for support.

Just a headache, don't need to worry as long as I have the Acher's ailment crystal.

She made it to the deck to find a green blur of a figure at the controls, humming to himself a freaky tune. She rubbed her eyes with both her hands and looked again.

Stork.

Her eyes feel funny. She brushed that thought away as she saw Stork looking her way. She waved good morning to him. For a moment he didn't reply, but suddenly his eyes widened.

Even he found it weird for me to wake so late. Piper thought and didn't put his surprise much into matter. She put on a small smile as she went over to the kitchen.

She found Junko rummaging the shelves and Finn teasing Radaar with the last piece of cookie. Her eyes darted away from him as she realized that he was wearing nothing but his boxers.

She went over to the fridge, squeezing away from Junko on the way as he greeted her with a morning 'hug'. She pulled it open to find a chocolate bar sitting lonely. She took it out and pulled open the wrapper. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw Finn's attention turning to her.

"What?" She asked catching him staring at her.

"If I didn't consider you my enemy..." He trailed off, his eyes wandering over her. She put on a puzzled face as she looked down at herself. Fuck. She didn't even change her nightclothes of a black t-shirt and boy shorts. She pulled her face up, shooting him a glare.

"What are your last wishes?" She asked.

"Wait, I didn't finish...I was going to say...If I didn't consider you my enemy, I wouldn't have snatched the bar." He said, cutting here and there.

It took her a few seconds to drink in what he had said with her headache and before she could, he snatched the chocolate bar from her and ran away like a mad man.

"Finn!" A loud cry erupted from her throat. "You're. So. Dead!"

Back to normal.

While on the course of chasing after him in the hallways, Piper forgot where she was heading. Literally. But it was really weird to her since she knew this place like the back of her hand...until now.

And then, BANG!

"Holy! Where did you come from, Piper?" She pulled her head up from the hard chest she had hit on, to look at an awestruck Finn.

"W-what?" Piper asked backing away from him as well as rubbing her forehead.

"One minute, you were mileees away from me and zoom! You're before me!" Finn said putting up his thinking face.

Piper seemed to be confused too. But she didn't give much thought into it. "It's called me being a fast runner than you," She said as she made her way back to the kitchen.

Finn stood there in the hallway looking confused as ever. Right at the moment, the door next to where he was standing opened and the red headed Sky knight came out.

He rubbed his eyes. "Finn...why are you standing here?"

"Nothing." Finn pouted, thinking it was cute.

"Okay...that clearly explains as to why you're half-naked," Aerrow teased, leading his hand through his hair.

"It's just Piper..." Finn said, rubbing his chin.

"Piper?" Aerrow's face lit up worried.

"Yeah man...she's becoming pretty fast in running, she even beat me!" Finn said, pulling on a frown. "Hey, you're naked too!" Finn said looking at Aerrow who was lacking a shirt.

Aerrow looked at him for a moment before the worry turned into a fed-up expression. He shook his head before making his way back to his room. He pulled out a red shirt and pulled it over his head.

He locked his room door as he made his way to the deck passing Finn. Poor Finn. He was still standing there with that pout, surprised.

"Any news, Stork?" Aerrow asked as he entered the main deck.

"No...but I have a feeling that we'll be...wait for it...doomed!" Stork said twitching his eyes. His ears danced unusually for a moment and stopped.

Aerrow nodded not amused and went to the kitchen. He saw Junko eating as always. His eyes wandered to the fridge which was open. His eyes landed wide on two long slender legs running down from a midnight blue boy shorts. He watched lustily as the figure started to bend up. His eyes ran through the whole black t-shirt covered back of the figure until it landed on silky midnight blue hair.

Shit.

Piper. He had just checked out Piper.

Damn his hormones. He didn't have this problem the last four years when they lived together. And it didn't help the fact that Piper's not the bubbly fourteen year old anymore than him. Being eighteen sucked, he thought.

His eyes quickly diverted from her as she turned around, examining the tin can of food in her hand. She noticed him; his eyes darkened watching the dinner table curiously.

He quickly plopped into one of the chairs and started drumming his fingers on the table.

"Hey, Aerrow." She greeted as she sat opposite him in the table.

"Hey," Aerrow replied not taking his eyes off the table. It also didn't help the fact that she was sitting across him.

"Can you open this up for me?" She asked holding out the can to him.

"Sure," He said as he took the can from her, his fingers brushing hers. God damn it.

He quickly snatched it away, not noticing how red her face had turned. With a quick twist of its nob, he pulled it open and slid it to her on the table; not wanting to wake up his hormones again.

In the awkward silence between the three of them, Stork boomed into the kitchen.

He panted for a moment before saying, "We're so doomed," And that's when the condor shook uncontrollably.

Did I forget something?

No? Ok fine...Here' the disclaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks. Yet.

There it is, happy?

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