Wow. I can't believe I got off my lazy behind and loaded this. Dude, that's a miracle! :P
Okay, I don't own Storm Hawks
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Sitting in the main area of the Condor with several papers in front of her, Piper sat crosslegged on the floor, writing several notes in her squadron log. Thick and dark rings circled her orange eyes and she stared blankly at a paper once she wrote down another note. Finn crept into the area and poked her, causing her to gently topple over and pass out. Junko entered the room and pulled her up with her gently sleeping in his arms. The door to the main area slid open and Piper snapped awake as she rolled out of Junko's arms and crashed onto the hard, cold metal floor. "Aerrow! What are you doing here?!" she shrieked.
Shuffling into the room and flopping onto the couch, Aerrow answered with a small shrug, "I checked myself out. That doctor…he was a jerk."
He still had pale skin with even darker rings under his eyes, but his normally green eyes had returned. Piper scoffed, "You know, I can see through this I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing."
"Whatever. You okay? You look worse than me."
"I have been searching across Atmos for over three days straight!"
"For what?"
"A way to save you!"
"Pipes. Give it up."
"Don't call me Pipes! It's Piper!"
"Whatever."
"Aerrow! You're acting like a child! You're acting like you don't want to be saved!"
"Cause I don't!"
"Why would you say something so horrible?!"
"Cause I'm going to die Piper! You can't play God! If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!"
"Aerrow. I know where we can save you. We can take you to Terra Faith. I heard that there's a man who could heal any injury. We're going."
"Piper. We're not going."
"We ARE going and we ARE going to get you healed and that's final!"
"Aww, c'mon Piper. Be reasonable. I'm not going!" groaned Aerrow. "I don't want to go."
"Stork! Set course for Terra Faith!" snarled Piper, her orange eyes flashing in anger and annoyance. "I have not been busting my butt for nothing!"
Landing on Terra Faith, Aerrow's green eyes wandered out the window and he scowled. Seconds later, he began to swear as he was dragged off the ship with Piper's nails digging tightly into his arms. He hated this place, apart from the fact that he was forced to come here and what it looked like; it disgusted him. It was way too picture perfect for one thing. The houses near him were light pastel colors with light brown shingles and white trim and they all had neatly cut lawns with white picket fences. There was an elderly lady sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, knitting a fuzzy yellow sweater as she joyfully waved to them. "Ugh, why'd you have to bring me here? Of all the places in Atmos, why did you have to drag my dying behind here?" Aerrow whined.
"Because I said so!" retailiated Piper. "You are not going to die! End of story!"
A young child skipped past them, staring at Aerrow with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to stare!" snapped Aerrow and the child gave a small yelp as he raced away. Once he saw the disapproving look in Piper's eyes, he shrugged, "What?"
"That was really rude Aerrow." Piper scolded.
"Whatever." Aerrow muttered. He began to walk away. "Just get me to the guy who heals people out of a tent."
Well, Aerrow's not the least bit happy with this.
Geez, Piper is really getting ticked with him.
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