Note: well, I did have a NiGHTS story going, but I had a sudden urge to get into Storm Hawks. Hmm. -checks expiration date on juice box-
Well. That explains it.
Old strawberry-kiwi.
Anyway! This story (although I SWORE to myself I would never do it again, I am breaking my vow!) does have an OC pairing. Ouch! Ow! Hey! Stop hitting me with pointy things! I have the flu, show some mercy! Ow ow! Ow!
Ow! Okay, who threw the gawdamn chair?!
I don't own Storm Hawks, but I do own Candice, my OC character. I also (hopefully) own the Merb medical techniques. It would be embarrassing to find out that those are the real show things... XD Oh, I wish I owned Storm Hawks, though. Oh, the things I could do...
As you can probably tell reading this fic, I love Stork and I'm not the biggest fan of Aerrow or Junko. (-coughhatredcough-) Piper's okay, but she could be a bit more characteristically developed. She seems like a character backdrop to me. Radarr is cute though. He's all squeaky. Whee! Finn's a goof, and that's funny, but I think he's smarter than he lets on.
Chapter One: Lost and Found
Candice, a young, light-green colored Merb with purplish-blue hair, was stumbling through a wooded forest. She had no idea where she was, which Terra she was on, or even how long she had been out there. Her clothes were torn and ragged, and she was sure she had the flu. Or the Merb equivalent of said flu. She coughed and a glob of blood squirted onto the ground. "I'm doomed..." She mumbled, her voice hoarse and scratchy from her swollen throat. She fainted, having just barely gotten through to a landing-pad sized clearing.
Meanwhile, the crew of the Condor was coming in for a landing. Stork yanked on a lever and landed the ship smoothly.
"I think that was one of your best landings yet, Stork!" Aerrow patted Stork on the back rather hard, causing the green creature to cough and fall over.
"Ow."
"Sorry."
Stork got off the floor and looked out the front window.
"I think I see something." He said, pointing to something light green and shivering out in front of the ship.
"Is that a Merb?" Piper asked.
"I think so. But she looks hurt. Or sick." Stork ran out to help her.
"I've never seen Stork so eager to help anybody. It's way out of character for him." Aerrow said in confusion.
"Well, it is another Merb. I guess he's just excited to see someone else of his own species around." Piper replied. Stork (not being quite strong enough to pick the girl up), had dragged her into the Condor.
"Is she okay?" Aerrow asked, putting a hand on her forehead, only to feel nothing.
"That's not how you do it." Stork snapped. Aerrow jumped back.
"Okay, jeez! You don't have to snap...at...me..." Aerrow's eyes went wide as Stork pressed his muzzle gently to the girl's throat in what looked like a gentle kiss to the rest of the crew.
"Yeah, she has a fever... What? Have you honestly never seen a Merb take another's temperature before?" Stork asked, responding to the stares he was getting. Finn let out a snicker which was replied by a sharp glare from the Merb in question.
"Is that really how Merbs check temperature?" Junko asked, stifling his own laughter.
Stork wasn't amused.
"... Yes." He said bluntly. He pulled her up over his shoulder. "I'm putting her in my room for now. She needs her rest." He said, dragging her towards his room.
"Whoa, wait, won't it scare her when she wakes up and she's in some strange room?" Aerrow asked.
"Are you calling my room strange?"
"No, no! I meant strange, like not what she's ever seen, not strange, like, weird." Aerrow said nervously, waving his hands frantically, as he knew first-hand the agonizing physical and mental pain that came along with calling Stork or any of his possessions 'abnormal' or 'strange' or any synonym of which. Imagine having a paper-cut. Everywhere. Now imagine someone with very dirty fingernails pulling open the wounds slowly, while pouring a liquid mixture of vinegar and salt in said wounds. Now imagine having the wounds cauterized with a hot branding iron. That's only a small fraction of the agony inflicted upon you if you dare call Stork weird.
Stork merely gave Aerrow a look that absolutely withered the poor man and left him on the floor mumbling "Mommy" over and over, his thumb stuck in his mouth.
The last thing Stork noticed before he turned to leave was Piper kneeling down next to Aerrow, trying to calm him down.
Stork laid the girl down in his own bed, turning to leave when he noticed something shiny in her shirt pocket.
Not normally one to snoop but hey, she was unconscious, Stork pulled the object out of her pocket and examined it. It was a dog tag.
"Candice... Hmm. Not really a very Merb name." Stork commented dryly before replacing the object and leaving the room.
Stork re-took the steering wheel from Finn, who was playing around, making "vroom" noises and turning the wheel like he was riding a motorcycle. Even though the Condor wasn't running.
"Finn, get off of there. I need to still be able to steer this thing when we leave."
"Okay, okay... pushy." Finn pouted. Stork started the Condor and hit the gas, making the airship lift and take off.
End of Chapter. Yes. There will be more. STORM HAWKS! Stork WIN.