Chapter 5 Full Circle

A/N: Sorry for not updating this one for a while now, been busy with school and my new gaming channel up on youtube. Link to that is on my page, just click the author's name and scroll down till you see it. And now without further ado, enjoy Storm Wing :)
Disclaimer: I do not own AT. That happy power belongs to Pen Ward and the other people working it at Frederator studios and Cartoon Network. I only own the idea for this particular story and my OC's.

Finn POV

Michael was eating up a storm. And from the stomach wound that was done to him, that's saying a lot. He was eating stuff faster than Jake could dish out. It was so off putting that everyone just pushed around their food on their plates. No one was in much of an appetite, but watching him, and the fight kind of drained me, I managed to eat a few bites. Finally he slowed to a stop, a happy sigh leaving his lips, and he burped. "'Scuse me," he muttered, and then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He magicked up a toothpick and began cleaning his teeth.

"You have no idea how long it's been since I had a home cooked meal like this," he said sparking up a conversation. "For the past few hundred years it's all be squirrels, and rabbits, and various fungous. You have no idea what poison mushrooms will do to an immortal guy!" He shuddered and clutched his stomach.

"I've been meaning to ask you," I said, "if you said that you're immortal, how come you almost died when you showed up?"

"My contract with the higher ups-"

"Higher ups?"
"Heaven," he clarified. "My contract states that pending warfare, hunger, disease, or catastrophe will not kill me. Meaning that I have to go head to head with someone. That in my mind I have to be waring with a person, and that it's a fight to the death. The guy who blind sided me, that was a surprise. I brought out my sword and exchanged blows, but he got a good one in me, and it was poison."

"Wouldn't that have, I don't know, disintegrate in you or something?" Jake asked.

"No," PB said, "the person who had the poison would still be subject to wartime stuff and things, according to your contract. Right?"

"Yes, it would have. And I never really got the chance to thank you and your team for helping with the antivenom."

"Don't mention it," she said with a wave of her hand.

"No seriously, I really wanna-"

"Ever." She looked so serious for a moment, and then she and Michael burst out laughing. Soon it got so infectious that even me and Jake were laughing along.

"Ha ha, what are we laughing about?" I asked. They both stopped, looked at me, and then laughed harder than ever. "What, what?"

"D- don't- don't ask!" PB said between breaths. After tiring themselves out again we all laps into comfortable silents. Flame Princess left after the little skirmish. She said that she had to light her house on fire or something. Finding my appetite I started to eat again. Jakes cooking is pretty good.

After a while everyone ate, Michael was looking a bit green, but he managed to keep his stomach down. He was grimacing every now and then and the sounds from his stomach was kind of gross, but he sucked it up. Finally I decided to break the ice with a radical question.

"Hey, Michael?" I asked tentatively.

"Why do I get the feeling that the mood is about to be ruined?"

"O-ok, never mind then…."

"No no, go ahead. Ask away. Part of my job description is to answer each and everyone of your questions when the time comes. So, ask and I'll try to provide."

"Ok…" I mentally prepared myself for the stuff I'm about to get hit with. "You said you knew my birth parents. What happened to them?"

His facial expression didn't change, and everyone else prepared for a story that he was probably gonna tell.

"Are you sure you want to know Finn?" he asked. "It's not a pretty story, and you might hate me for it afterward." Wait, why is he reluctant?

"Yes. I wanna know. So bad, you don't even know how much I want to know where I came from."

He was silent for a while longer before he spoke again.

"Ok. I'll tell you. Right from the beginning up until now. You want to know about you, I'll tell you all of it."

Michael 3rd person POV

A little over 13 years ago

It was a nice day in a village not too far from here, Finn. I was traveling the world, looking for something. Someone actually, you. But not you-you, you as in, what you are. I looked a bit different then, older. I can change my age at will you know, part of the whole immortal thing, as long as I lived it, I can look it. But the village was named Archvale, your mother and fathers name Adam Harish, and Hazel Mertins. They were so sickenly in love it was no surprise that they wound up pregnant with you Finn. It was the talk of the town for the whole 9 months, and it was the only human settlement in the area with the majority population that is human, I had to check it out. So I went.

But the funny thing is, your parents, Finn, are terrible planners….

It was a day like any other, a monday I think. Typical too, everyone hates mondays….

Actual 3rd person 13 years ago

Adam and Hazel just got up in the morning, Adam was feeling like a million bucks, Hazel was plump and ready to pop, and what do you know, she did. 5 minutes after getting out of bed, her water broke, and it was time to get to the hospital delivery room.

2 minutes later Adam kicked down their front door with Hazel in tow, but they had a problem. The hospital is 2 miles outside of town

"Come on Hazel, come on, we can make it! You just have to, uh, hold it?" Adam asked desperately.

"Seriously? Hold it?" Hazel said. Her brown hair, and eyes blue as the deepest ocean, as tall as the teenager she'll never really grow out of. "That has got to be the most stupidest thing you've ever said. Ever, OWWW!" She stopped talking as a contraction took her. Blood started to stain her night shirt.

"Oh my glob, oh my glob! Come on, no time or walking!" And with that Adam scooped up Hazel, and ran with her in his arms bridal style. Adam was a pretty in shape guy. Muscular, but more like lean. He had all of Finns features, tall, blond, handsome. Except the eyes. His eyes were brown. Like the bark of the healthiest tree that you could find. But even with all his strength and stamina, he only made it a mile out of town before Hazel screamed, and said, "It's too late, the baby's coming."

"Really? Here? Hold it!"

"He's not an 'it', he's our baby!" She yelled at him, "and no, I can't hold him, hurry up and run to the hospital!"

"Ok, ok, I- ugh!" Adam tried to run, but stumbled on a root. It took all he can do to not drop Hazel, and managed to gently put her up against a tree. "Ok, I remember the pamphlets and the memos and seminars, I think I can… aw who am I kidding, I don't know how to do this! I don't know how to do any-"

"Uh, excuse me sir?" A new voice said.

"-thing?" Adam stopped his rant and whipped around to see a figure in a trench cloak. The man has curly dark hair, that's graying, a scraggly beard, also graying, and a sword on his hip and a walking stick in his hand. "Who are you? Look, if you're gonna try to mug us I'm gonna have to give you a rain check on that beat down, because-"

"Your wife is going into labor."

"Um, she's not my-"

"Sister, daughter, whatever, look, I'm a doctor… basicly, I can deliver that baby."

"NO!" Hazel yelled, "I want him to be born in a nice safe environment-"

But the stranger was in front of her. No one even saw him move, just one second he was standing well away, and the next he was kneeling over Hazel with a hand on her knee. "Look," he said in a gentle tone, "I know that this is a tough time, but I can already tell that your baby is going to crown any second, so… my mom would kill me if she knew I said this, but, ma'am, spread em. Now."

And with that, after various delivery and baby medical words, several freak outs, a black eye on Adam, and some magical poofing up of some water, blankets and other various stuff that is needed for delivering a baby, minus a hospital, and at 7:52 AM, a baby boy was born. A healthy boy of 7 pounds, 10 ounces, with healthy lungs.

"It's a boy," the stranger said, and handed the boy off to Hazel. "So, what will you name him?"

She looked at the boy, a smile on her face as the baby fed, and said, "Finnegan. Finnegan Adimar Mertains."

After that the stranger magiced them to the hospital where the doctors patched up Hazel, and Adams eye, and then declared the baby boy healthy.

"Thank you," Hazel said after the doctors left and he came to check on the baby. "Thank you, so, so much. How can we ever repay you Mr…?"
"Michael ma'am. My name is Michael."

"Oh, do you have a last name, Mr. I like to punch the baby daddies face during childbirth?" Adam said with an ice pack to his puffed up eye… the left one mind you.

Michael thought for a few seconds, and seemed to age 10 years before answering with an upbeat attitude, "You know, I think I did have a last name, but it's been so long, I completely forgot it. Just call me Michael, Adam Harish. Hazel Mertins."

"How do you know our names?" Adam said harshly.

"Medical charts," Michael pointed to the foot of Hazels bed. "It has the names of the babies mommy and daddy." They both said 'oh' and lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Michael was about to turn and leave when he noticed something. A shudder that ran up and down his spine. He looked towards Hazels bed and saw the baby. Little Finnegan had a heart of gold. Not his actual heat, Michael mused in his head, this is something… other. "So, I'm gonna leave now, but, it's been a very long day, is there an inn in town where I can crash for a while?"

They pointed out an inn named The Soaring Angel, which he found perfectly ironic. and he went.

That night in his room, Michael didn't sleep a bit. He prayed and prayed, and finally he got an answer. Little baby Finn is the Sword of Michael. Not the Michael from the hospital, the Archangel Michael. So the next day, the earthy Michael went to the Mertins household, and explained everything. The wars, his age, his mission. And Finn.

At first they thought he was crazy, tried throwing him out, and beating him with frying pans, but he stopped them with magic. And he showed them his age. He first changed himself to a 16 year old, his hair becoming fuller and darker, the beard shrinking inside until his face was smooth. And the he explained it again. This time they believed him, but was reluctant to give Finn up.

"How about this," the much younger Michael had said, "how about I be his godfather? I mean, from what the angels told me, you guys don't have any family, and all of your friends has moved on to far away places. I can be like a brother to him, and when the time comes and I'm more sure if he's the Sword or not, I'll train him for when if the time comes. If, and only if, it'll be purely precautionary." After some more debate, the young couple finally agreed.

Michael's 3rd person narration

Three months have passed after you were born Finn, your features became more prominent. You looked like your father, almost the spitting image of Adam. Fair skin, blonde hair, nice teeth, or, the two that was already coming in. You were growing fast. Already at 3 months, you were a chubby 15 pound thing of crawling joy! But your mothers features were thrown into the mix as well. Like your nice complexion, feminine features, and her blue eyes. You have your mothers eyes,

And they began to trust me more. Every day, they seemed to take to me more and more. But then one day, 3 months after you were born. Things changed…..

"What happened?" Finn asked.

"They happened."

3rd person POV 13 years ago

It was another ordinary day. This time Michael was a 18 year old now, some scruffy fuzz on his lip and jaw line, he was reading a book. One of some newer classics that came out a few hundred years ago. He was thoroughly enjoying it.

Adam was practicing a kendo sword that Michael introduced him to, and had him get good, and was killing some imaginary foes.

And Hazel was trying to wean baby Finn onto formula, with moderate success. The 3 teeth Finn had sprouted were, uh, making her more swollen than usual. If you get my meaning ;)

Yep, everything as pretty much peaceful, until Michael yelled out in pain.

"What? What is?" Adam asked.

"No, no! How did they find us?" He yelled out in agony.

"Who? Who found us?"

"Demons! You gotta take Finn and…. No, too late! Get down!"

The house started to shake and the windows got covered in some black smoke and then it was over. No shaking, no black smoke. Nothing.

"Hello Michael," a voice in the room. They all spun around to see a man in black clothing. He was tall, had faded black hair, and green dead eyes, that all became pure black, even the whites, for a split second before flecking back to normal. "It's been a long time."

"I'm sorry," Michael said, trying to play it cool, but was inching his way towards his sword that was on the kitchen table, "I'm afraid I don't recognize you."

"Oh please, you don't recognize me," and he darted forward and smashed into Michael, fist driving into his gut and pinned him up on the wall. 2 feet all the ground. "Come on Mikey," the mans eyes flecked to black, "we go way back." He punched Michael in the face a few times. "Try to remember."

"Syler," Michael whispered.

"Good," the demon, Syler, said. And punched him threw the wall.

To be continued

A/N: Sorry about the long wait people, been busy with school, which is almost done! :D Plus it's thanksgiving break so I'll be able to update more frequently. Yay! Also, feel free to check out my new gaming channel, The Adventurers Crew! Link on my page, just click that authors name and scroll down to it. Thanks for everything, feel free to read and review at your own pleasure, this has once again been bigmike33321 sighing off! :D *boop!*