Okay this is my first Storm Hawks fic...I know its short, and stuff...but its just a short story...going to be either a three of four shot...depends on how it turns out...and this is a present for my friends birthday, im giving her the story she asked for months ago cheers...she wanted an Aerrow story...but...I couldnt resist...this idea crawled out of the dark corners of my mind and wouldnt stop yelling at me until i did it...so here it is. A Stork three shot story! hides from scary voice

Life on Terra Merb

Chapter One

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Raven sat at a small kitchen table enjoying the peace of the Sunday morning. Her black, sleek hair fell to her waist, and her golden eyes seemed to shine. She looked up at the pictures on her mantle with longing. There were three pictures in all, each framed in silver. The first was of her wedding day. her in a flowing white dress, and her late husband holding her close. She smiled recalling the memory. She had met Owl and instantly fallen in love with the man. He had had short silver hair, and soft gray eyes. He had been so kind and trusting, a rare quality on Terra Merb. A year later, they were married, and soon after that, she had given birth to her baby. She laughed as she recalled the small disagreement they had had on his name. He had wanted to name him Eagle, or Falcon. She had wanted Stork. The only thing that changed his mind was when he had held his new baby boy. He had only been born hours ago, and was already looking anxiously around the room. Raven handed the infant to Owl who had smiled and turned to her "On second thought...Stork wouldn't be to bad of a name..." he said as the young Merb fell asleep in his arms.

The next picture was at little Stork's third birthday. He had cake on his nose, looking cross-eyed at it. She laughed a little. He was growing up so fast, or she thought so anyway. He was six now, nearly seven, and tommorow would be his first day of second grade. Raven sighed. Her son had not had such a great experience with school. He always got nervous when the teacher asked him a question. He also had gotten sent home on more than one occasion. Whether it was for fixing some small device in class, or breaking down, depended on the day. She had a feeling he didnt have many friends either. Looking at the picture, she felt herself smiling. He was such a smart boy. She nearly had to carry him out of his room and away from his latest project to get him to eat dinner. If she remembered correctly, now he was working on a small toy ship. She smiled to herself at her sons cleverness and looked to the next picture.

It was her, Owl, and two year old Stork, in front of their newly made shop. It was a restaurant and had a small shop in the back. They sold chairs, and other various items. She and Owl used to manage it together, but now it was only her. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about him. When stork was four, a squad of Cyclonian raiders had invaded their Terra, and a small group of Merbs had gone to fight for their home. The Merbs fought hard against the enemies, but none came back. The Cyclonian raiders had taken all they had and left just as quickly as they came, leaving the Merbs whose family and friend shad died to mourn. Stork had not understood, and for weeks, kept asking 'Mommy, when is daddy gonna come home?'. Each time, she died a little, as she explained yet again to the young Merb. Soon, he grasped the fact, and was silent for weeks. He got nervous at nothing, and jumped at even the smallest noise. Over the years though, the wounds began to heal. She felt confident that her baby boy was finally learning how to move on. For the moment, the shop was mostly empty.

Raven heard steps on the stairs, and turned to see Stork walking down the stairs. "Good morning!" she said brightly. he smiled, half awake, and rubbed his eye. "Morning mommy." he mumbled happily. He was dressed in baggy blue pants and a white shirt, with three belts around his waist. His hair was ruffled from sleep and he had no socks. Raven picked him up and sat next to him at the counter. "How did you sleep?" she asked, pouring orange juice for the two of them. He smiled again. "Good...and I am almost done with the radio! It looks good!" he exclaimed, thanking his mother for the orange juice. Raven just laughed and ruffled his hair. The first of her costumers came into the restaurant, and she started to make breakfast. It was included in the stay, and was one of the shops main attractions. She was a wonderful cook, and all the Merbs in their village knew it.

An few hours later, Raven started cleaning up from breakfast. Stork came out of his room to help. stork cleaned the dining room and his room while she cleaned up the kitchen. By the time they were done, it was noon and all the customers had left. Stork was sitting at the counter finishing the model ship. Raven put down her rag and sat next to him. "Hows it coming?" she asked. He secured the last side of the small metal aircraft, turned to her, and smiled. "Its done! Look mommy, it really flies!" he exclaimed. He loved explaining his projects to his mother. He was so talented for his age, he shocked her all the time. Her eyes widened as he flicked a switch on the small craft. It hovered before them, and Stork jumped off the stool. "Mommy, can i go down to the Ship Port?" he asked. She nodded. "Be careful!" she called after him as he ran out the door.

Stork ran across the street and into the crowded Space Port. It was right across from their Shop so he visited it nearly every day. The ships fascinated him. He walked through the packed platform, squeezing between passing sailors. He stopped to stare at a carrier ship. It was huge, gleaming bright red in the afternoon sun. Stork put a hand up to shield his eyes. "wow..." he said quietly in awe. He sat down on the deck, feet hanging off the edge, and watched the ships come and go. A few hours later, it started to get dark and Stork picked himself up and walked back home. His mother was sitting in her room reading a book when she heard the door open. "Im up here!" she called to her son. He ran up the stairs and into her room. She smiled at him, picking him up and sitting him on the bed with her. "Did you have fun?" she asked setting her book down.

He smiled and nodded. "Yes! There was one carrier, it was huge! The paint was red and the engines ran perfect!" he explained. She laughed and lay down. "That's nice. Want to read a story before bed?" she asked. He nodded again and ran to get his favorite book. He came back in with 'The Ugly Duckling' and jumped on his mothers bed again, handing her the book. She took it and pulled her son closer so he was leaning against her. "Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling..." He yawned lightly and she put an arm around him. "He was a dirty gray brown while all his brothers and sisters were fluffy and bright yellow. They all laughed at him because of how he looked, the way he acted, the noises he made..." she looked down at her son to see him sleeping.

She smiled at him, closing the book. "But the ugly Duckling turned out to be the most wondrous bird in the pond, didn't he my baby?" she said quietly, stroking his hair. He shifted in his sleep, holding her arm. She picked him up gently, crossing the hall to his room. She kissed his forehead before laying him down and pulling the covers up over his arms. "Goodnight Stork." she whispered, flicking the light off and closing the door.

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And...done. This was fun to write. At first, i thought this would be a pain, seeing as i watch the show so rarely, but i liked it alot. Crowd says AWWW for chibified Stork. Anyway read and reveiw please...