So someone actually reviewed! Like they said it was weird, but I'm okay with weird! Let's do this!

10 years later...

" Sixer! Don't make me do this."

" Nope! It's too late, you already agreed."

" Being half asleep and mumbling 'ugh' doesn't count!"

" We're here!"

Ford held tightly to Stan's hand as he dragged him onto the cliff's edge. Ford's smile dimmed slightly when he saw Stan was shaking. " Are you okay Ley? You're going to do fine! I promise."

Stan's shaking lessened, Ford had never broken a promise before, and he was like a genius or something so if he said Stan would be fine, he would be. Right?

" I-I" Stan swallowed, curse his stuttering! " I'm fine Sixer, but one question, can we do this somewhere else? I don't wanna die."

Ford rolled his eyes. "You're not going to die. First off, you have wings, that's why we're here! So you can use 'em. Secondly, I'm here and I do know how to fly, you've seen me do it, Ley! So I can catch you if you do start to fall- which you won't. And thirdly you know how to swim, that's why I chose this cliff! If you do fall and I can't catch you- which won't happen, but a scientist is prepared- then you can just swim back to shore!"

Stan looked at Ford, then at the sea, then back at Ford. His desire to stay alive briefly thought about continuing the argument, but what argument did he have? Ford was right, he would be fine.

He hoped.

Stan took a deep breath. " Okay, what do I do?"

Ford grinned again and started to explain. " I'm sure I could go on about the science behind it all- but that would just bore you, so this is what you have to do. Stretch out your wings, jump and fly. Try and catch the wind with your wings. That's how you glide. If you can't then just flap them. Oh, and don't look straight down. Okay, that's it I think. You can do it, Ley!"

Stan closed his eyes. Ma's gonna kill me.

With that thought, Stan ran has fast and hard as he could towards the cliff- and hurled himself off the edge.

Stan's pure white wings immediately unfurled, naturally holding him aloft. A feeling of surprise and joy ran through him as he felt himself rising higher towards the clouds rather than falling into the water. Deciding it was worth the risk- Stan opened his eyes. Woah.

He could see everything. The town. The beach. The waves beneath him, gently lapping the shore. Ford. A very excited and bouncy Ford Pines. The wind whistled around his ears, so it made hearing his brother's chants difficult, but he knew the words anyway. Pines! Pines! Pines! I told ya so Ley!

Stan laughed at his brother's antics and made his way back towards the cliff. The wind was loud while flying, but rather slow that day so Stan managed to gently glide back down and only scrap his hands as he caught himself on the rough stone. Ford immediately ran to his side.

" I told ya you could do it! You were brilliant! Oh, are your hands alright?" Ford took one of his hands, the one that was bleeding slightly, and examined it while he spewed about how he knew Stan could do it. Stan smiled. He had never been so glad to hear ' I told you so.'

Stan: Okay. I'm not even sure how to respond to this.

Ford: Only because you know it's perfectly accurate to how you would have acted, were that situation to actually come to pass.

Me: Just say you loved it already, I know. It's amazing random fluff. I don't think this Fic is going to have any sort of contained plot, more like one-shots of Winged Stan milestones in there lives. Maybe I'll write about Ford learning to fly next. I dunno. Please feel free to review!