Title: Lost
Disclaimer: Think carefully, what would happen if I actually owned Storm Hawks? Chaos, that's right!
Summary: StorkFinn After a crash landing in the Condor, the Storm Hawks find themselves stranded in an unknown Terra. And Stork's convinced that something is out in the dark, waiting to attack. Is he right? Or is it all in his head?
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, malemale, shonen-ai, violence, gore, blood, swearing, cussing,OOC-ness, my grammar, hurting, comfort, pain, blah, blah, blah...get it? It's all just anything I can come up with...and if you've got any ideas, feel free to share!
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Stork grunted as he pulled on the Condor's controls, trying to make the airship crash in a less damaging way. After all, he knew that the crash landing was inevitable, but he could at least make it a bit safer for the other passengers. The Condor moved slightly as he continued to pull, watching as the ground came up quicker to meet them.
The closed his eyes and tightened his grip, while using his feet as leverage. "Everyone, brace yourselves!" Aerrow shouted, knowing that they would. Quickly, the front of the Condor crunched as it crashed into the ground, crumpling all of the metal and glass in it's path.
The airship eventually skidded to a halt, jagged rocks tearing chunks out of the hull and sides as it tumbled along the ground, tossing the Storm Hawks around like rag dolls.
Aerrow was the first to regain consciousness. Looking around the wreckage, he noticed that the Condor had righted itself during it's roll. He slowly rose from the floor, feeling a sharp pain in his right arm. Glancing down, he saw blood dripping from a few tears in his outfit, glass embedded in his arm.
Groaning, he stood up, favoring his arm. He looked around for his friends, finding Junko to be the closest. He had to walk around a large, broken pipe to reach him, though. He stopped in front of the wallop. "Junko," the redhead called, reaching down with his left hand and lightly shaking his shoulder. "Junko, wake up."
The wallop grunted as he rolled over, making the leader of the Storm Hawks smile slightly as he tried again. "Junko! Come on, you have to help me wake up the others."
"I'm awake," Junko moaned, turning his head to look at the leader. "You all right, Aerrow?"
"I'll be fine," he said as the wallop rose to his feet. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"That's good to hear. Now, we have to get up the others." Aerrow started to walk towards Radarr, while Junko went near Finn.
"Five more minutes, mommy," the blonde moaned, shying away from the wallop's gentle touch. Junko smiled as he shook Finn a bit harder.
"Wake up, buddy. You've got to get off of the floor," Junko said, not letting the sharpshooter rest.
"Ugh, do I have to?" he replied, hearing Junko laugh. "Fine! Not like it's comfy or anything."
Aerrow, on the other hand, found it easier to get Radarr to wake up, making sure that his co-pilot was not hurt in the landing. "Is everyone all right?" he asked so far, knowing that they still had to get to Piper and Stork.
"I'm good," Junko said.
"Just a sprain," Finn pouted as he slowly rotated his left shoulder. "I'll be fine in a few days, maybe weeks."
"Okay, then," Aerrow continued, glad that no one was seriously injured yet. "Let's go get Piper and Stork." The redhead looked over in the general direction that the two were in before the crash, seeing nothing but crumpled metal and smoke. "And lets hurry!" Junko and Finn nodded before they all headed towards the ruined front.
Aerrow winced as he used both of his arms to move a sheet of scorched metal, getting a face full of steam. His eyes watered as he moved out of the way, blinking repetitively. Junko and Finn were having no better luck, carefully walking as the floor groaned under their weight. They heard an additional groan coming from their left and hurried to the person.
"Piper!" Junko called, reaching down to help her to her feet.
"Well, we can chalk that up to 'things we should never do again'," she said, groaning as she stretched her back, making it crack loudly. "Is everyone else all right?"
"For the most part," Finn said, looking around the smoldering wreckage. "But we still haven't found Stork."
"Let's get searching, then!" she said, determined to find their pilot and friend. They all nodded and resumed searching with Aerrow. After five minutes, the Storm Hawks still had not found Stork, and a deep worry and fear settled in their hearts.
Sighing, Finn stepped over another fallen sheet of metal, morbidly wondering if the merb was still alive. Immediately, he regretted the thought, hoping that he was still alive; needing to confess something to him. They continued to search, and eventually, Radarr squawked excitedly.
Everyone turned to where he was pointing, seeing a slim, green hand poking out from a pile of jagged metal. They quickly made their way to the pile, hurrying at the sight of the their friend trapped. Once they had reached him, they all began to remove the scraps as fast as they could, throwing it behind them as they worked.
Soon, they were able to clearly see Stork's back, and they hurried to get the rest off of the merb. There were tears and light cuts along his back, caused from the sharp edges of the twisted wreck. Though, the bleeding had stopped for the most part.
Once they finished removing all of the scrap metal from his body, the Storm Hawks let their eyes roam over the form of their friend. Everyone winced when they saw the angle of Stork's left leg, knowing that it was broken. Aerrow reached down and placed his hand gently on Stork's shoulder, carefully shaking him. "Stork?" he called, not wanting him to jolt if he was in too much pain.
There was no reaction from him, alerting the others right away. "Stork?" Piper chimed in, hoping that the addition of another voice could help rouse the pilot. Junko and Finn also called out to him, hearing Stork groan slightly as his fingers twitched.
"I think he's waking up!" Aerrow said, trying to calm the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Stork? Try not to move, okay?"
"Uhhh...judging from the severe pain...we're alive?" Stork muttered, feeling an intense burning in his leg as Aerrow kept his hand gently on his shoulder.
"Yeah, we're all alive," Aerrow said, smiling at his friend.
"I'll let you know whether that's a good or bad thing later," the merb said, the steady pain in his leg increasing as he regained more of his senses.
"It's a good thing, Stork," Piper said. "A very good thing."
"Yeah," Finn agreed, smiling at the pilot.
"...Any chance I can get off of the floor, soon?" Stork asked, feeling a tingling sensation in his spine.
"First we should splint your leg," Piper said looking around for anything that they could use. Seeing nothing that could be salvaged without giving him tetanus, she turned to Junko. "Can you go check it the First-Aid kit made it through the crash, Junko?"
"Sure!" the wallop said, heading out of the room.
"Okay, this is getting uncomfortable," Stork muttered, the tingling sensation spreading. This puzzled the other Storm Hawks.
"What's wrong, Stork?" Aerrow asked. "I know the floor's uncomfortable, but..."
"It's not the floor," Stork said, just as Junko came running into the room.
"Got it!" the wallop shouted, running to the others. He handed the kit to Piper who began to search through the container for the necessary materials, while Aerrow and Finn continued to find out what Stork was talking about.
"What's so uncomfortable, Stork?" Aerrow pressed, wanting to know what was going on with their pilot.
"Stork I need you to stay completely still," Piper said, holding a large roll of gauze and two splints. "This is going to hurt..."
"Of course it is..." he muttered, watching as something was put before his eyes. "What's this for?"
"To bite down on," she said sadly. Stork nodded slightly and began to reach up to grab the piece of rawhide, just to hiss in pain. "No, no, no, don't move! ...Just open your mouth." He did she wanted, biting down of the rawhide and shivering slightly at the taste that filled his mouth.
Piper bit down on her bottom lip as she gently placed her hands on the broken leg, hearing Stork groan in pain. "Sorry for this," she said softly before pulling on the bone. Stork's muffled screaming filled the Condor.
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