Title: "The Joy of Flight"
Prompt: Fly
Rating: PG-13, for naughty teenagers having a little fun
Characters: Mmm, it's a surprise.
In all of her life, flight was the one thing that always made her feel better. It was something she and he had in common, this love of flight. Sometimes they would just get bored and ditch the others to go flying through the night skies. They would twist and loop around each other, she'd grab his cape and fling him upward and in revenge, he'd flip her skirt. The others had teased them mercilessly about their "flirty flying" as they taken to call it.
But she hadn't cared and neither had he, so they kept doing it. It wasn't that she didn't want to really say "he's (mine) my boyfriend", it was that she wasn't sure if he wanted to be hers. Every now and then, she would reach out just to touch him (are you still there?) only to have twine his fingers through hers (why would I not be?).
The first time they almost kissed, their oversized friend interrupted them. She pouted as she followed them, bitterly grumbling in her own head. Without thinking, she lifted off the ground a few inches only to be surprised when he had to reach up to hold her hand. She flushed at his (cocky) grin and smiled as he joined her in the air. Once again, flying brought her happiness.
Flight, however, could not make her happy when their pallid teammate began to smile more often at his way. "MINE" she wanted to scream. So what if the others were right when they teased her for being jealous? How could she not be when that-that girl was being overfriendly with her (almost) boyfriend? Not even a good frolic amongst the stars had cheered her so she sat her feet on the ground and pouted.
She didn't have time to pout for long, news spread fast. She had been shocked when their pale friend had…had…oh, it was too much to even think of! Their friend betray them? It seemed impossible. But she was there to catch her and that man walk away from them. Afterwards, she had slipped into his room to check on him. He was sitting on his bed, mask off and crying softly. She walked over and gently pulled him up off the bed. She helped him with his mask silently as he robotically went through the motions. He followed her quietly (too quiet even for him) through the halls and her worry began to eat away at her. However, when they neared the roof, he smiled at her as he realized what she meant to do.
In the subdued twilight, Angel watched in relief as Kyd began to loosen up out of his funk. When he grinned at her after performing a particularly complex maneuver, she smiled back at him.
Flight had brought her happiness once again.