Feels ahead. I did some serious researching before writing this chapter. i'm sorry if some things aren't correct.

Once on the weed infested asphalt, Andrew began to taxi his way down a side strip to ask for help. Khalon followed.

"We need help fast! My friend's hurt." Andrew said, rolling up to a working forklift. He pointed with his wing at Khalon, who was slowly approaching.

"Oh my word, right away, sir, right away!" The forklift exclaimed. "Follow me!" Andrew nodded and followed with Khalon tagging along.

"He's very friendly." Andrew acknowledged. Khalon said not a word.

The forklift led them to an open hangar off to the side. An older aircraft sat inside, a Cessna 140. One look at them and he gasped.

"My god. what a pleasure it is." He said, rolling up to Andrew and Khalon.

"Wait a minute, you aren't,- what's your name, son?"

"Andrew." Andrew replied.

"Andrew. Andrew!" the plane cheered. "Welcome home, welcome home! Oh, your father is gonna have a field day, oh you betcha!" the plane came over to Andrew and smiled at him.

Confused, Andrew stuttered, "F-father?"

"Yeah, yeah! Oh, I'll get 'im now. he's in a hangar not too far from here. Oh, he's been waitin' a long time for you to come home, oh boy." the plane said and excitedly, and quickly, left.

Andrew tried to stop him but wasn't quick enough.

"Khalon, what's going on?" Andrew asked, hurriedly. "I think he's got the wrong Andrew!" He rolled to the edge of the hangar and stopped. Khalon didn't even have time to answer.

A very old plane, a P-51, was in the way of the hangar door. He had almost flat tires, faded green hood, scratches, dirt, and his paint was faded and peeling. He looked at Andrew the way Andrew had never witnessed before. the look of pure shock and joy.

"Andrew, oh son, you are here." he said, his voice cracking as he rolled forwards ever so slightly. Andrew backed up a bit, not because he was being rude, but because he felt a little uncomfortable.

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I-I think you got the wrong plane." Andrew chuckled nervously. "I-I don't have parents." It was then Andrew noticed Khalon. He looked more Angry than Andrew had ever seen. It all began to be pieced together by Andrew after seeing his expression.

"No, no, that's where yer wrong, my boy." the plane insisted. "you believe that but it was us, yer parents, who made the mistake of giving you away. We were young and stupid, and couldn't afford it. I'm so sorry, my son. We waited for you to return after war, but, you never came home. We thought you were dead, but we still waited. Unfortunately, yer mother didn't last. She's resting peacefully in the cemetery not too far from here."

Andrew cut him off, knowing full well now. "W-wait, sir, i really think you have the wrong plane." Andrew turned to Khalon, noticing his expression hadn't changed.

"I think you're looking for him."

The older plane looked in Khalon's direction.

"Oh, oh, my boy, he's right, my-"

"Don't." Khalon hissed, making Andrew jump a little.

"After all these years. All I've been through. And you call ditchin' me at that hellhole of an orphanage a mistake?" Andrew rolled back a little hearing that Khalon's voice was rising. Andrew had never seen him this angry before.

"Son, I-"

"Don't call me son." Khalon snapped. "You abandoned me. I ain't nobody's 'son'." and with that, Khalon left the hangar, but before going any further, he stopped without turning around.

"Hey, Andrew. You don't have parents. He can be yer parent now."

Andrew watched in disbelief as he saw Khalon roll away, his damaged tail still in pieces.

"I-I'm so sorry." Andrew managed to choke out, disrupting the silence.

"no, thank you so much, for bringing him home to me. Thank you." the older plane smiled. "I'm Charles, by the way. I've been waiting for Andrew to come home for almost 70 years. My side of the family is known for living for a long time. I'm 113 and still strong."

Andrew nodded. How did, Andrew, get the name 'Khalon'?"

"'Khalon'? I don't know a Khalon."

Andrew nodded slowly. "Here, let me go talk to him. hold on." Andrew left the hangar and saw Khalon not to far off, his back facing him. Andrew rolled up slowly behind him, trying not to scare him at all. Andrew swore he heard Khalon sniff.

"Khalon?"

"I'm sorry 'bout what I said with yer parents."

Andrew paused before speaking again. "Khalon, he truly missed you. He just told me his story."

"Does he know mine?"

Andrew stopped, trying to figure out a way to answer.

Khalon scoffed. "I don't wanna see him."

Andrew began to get a little upset at Khalon and his stubborn nature.

"Khalon, the way you're acting almost makes me believe you're scared of your father."

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I'm mean for making it a short chapter but I feel as if this was a great way to stop at the moment, but don't worry. It'll get better.