Wow, the final Chapter! Okay now I have to give the answer to the question I asked last chappie. I'm gonna have to give the cookie to Eldonyx, as she was the closest!. Hooray! Anywho, the answer was the quetzal bird! I know, it's cheap but I did quite clearly say the feathers came from a bird. The Anphitere Quetzal didn't really have much to do with it other than being named after the bird. Everyone else gets half a cookie as a consolation prize.

On with the story!

Fixing Finn

Aerrow, Piper, Junko, Weaverbird, Kiita and Quetzal were streaking back towards the Condor. Weaverbird had helped Aerrow and Junko locate their skimmers, and they tore southward through the jungle

The sound of switchblades roared over the Storm Hawks' heads and they looked up. Weaverbird flapped her (now dry) wings and circled high above them, squinting through the sunlight. The sun was considerably lower in the sky now; they were running out of time. If they didn't hurry, they would have to live with multiple Finns for another twenty-four hours. Weaverbird shuddered at the thought.

The glint of blaster-fire caught Weaverbird's keen eyes and she turned to see the Storkmobile dodging and twisting several attacking Talons.

"Stork's getting attacked by Talons," Weaverbird reported, "And things aren't looking too good for him. We've got to get over there now!" Aerrow gritted his teeth and gave his skimmer an extra burst of speed, converting to flight mode. Piper and Junko followed suit, and Weaverbird, Kiita and Quetzal beat their wings furiously, quickly gaining altitude.

Stork had never been happier to see his teammates streaking towards him. Aerrow drew his energy blades and fired a few well aimed blasts as soon as he was in range. Several Talons going down in flames caught Snipe's attention.

"Storm Hawks!" he shouted, pounding his mace in his hand. Stork pressed a button on the dashboard of the Storkmobile and a metal fist shot out of the grate in the front, nailing Snipe in the back of the head. Aerrow couldn't help but laugh. Snipe turned back to the Merb with a snarl. Stork shot away in a flash. A chaotic battle ensued, as Aerrow found himself caught in combat with Snipe and several other Talons.

Aerrow didn't see what was happening to his teammates; he was a little preoccupied at the time. Barely managing to dodge a blow from Snipe's heavy mace, Aerrow looked to the west. The sun would set any moment now. He cast around for Stork. The Merb was near the starboard (Right) side of the Condor, fending off a group of Talons. Dodging another attack from Snipe, Aerrow blasted the Talons away from his carrier pilot.

"Stork," Aerrow called breathlessly, "You've gotta release the Finns! The sun's gonna set any minute, and we have to fix him now!" Stork nodded and landed on the runway, glad to be out of the fray. The battlefield was no place for a Merb.

There was a loud clang and the sound of metal being crushed. Aerrow looked behind him to see that Snipe's mace had crushed his skimmer's engines. Aerrow leaped off as the vehicle plummeted into the jungle. He opened his glider and hovered on an updraft, straining to see his enemy.

"Aerrow look out!" Piper screamed in alarm, but too late. A well aimed blast of energy from Snipe's crystal-studded mace caused one of the wings of Aerrow's glider to crumple and he dropped like a rock. The sky knight was about to crash through the canopy of the trees, but someone managed to snatch him out of the air just in time. Aerrow looked up. Weaverbird grinned down at him, her fangs showing slightly.

"Now what's the point of having an extra pair of wings, when you can't even maneuver with them?" Weaverbird purred, gripping her charge in her strong paws. Aerrow grinned sheepishly. Shedding his ruined glider, Aerrow awkwardly swung himself up onto Weaverbird's back so he was situated comfortably just in front of her wing-joints. He still had yet to get used to the Dragoness' lurching flight; she lunged forward slightly with every wing beat.

Aerrow held onto Weaverbird's crest with one hand, and the sunset crystal with the other. He looked down to the Condor to see Stork herding all of Finn's emotions onto the runway. Weaverbird swooped down towards them.

"Catch!" Aerrow yelled, and pitched the crystal into the midst of the Finns. They all made a mad dash for it, each of them trying to keep it for themselves. There was a bright white flash and a blast of wind, and suddenly there was only one rather dazed Finn standing on the runway. Aerrow grinned as Weaverbird made a banking turn back towards the battle. The crystal had worked!

Snipe turned his Heliblade around, Aerrow and Weaverbird following suit. Weaverbird reared her neck back, and holding onto one of her horns, Aerrow got to his feet.

Pulling both of his energy blades back, Aerrow gathered his energy, a pool of blue fire forming within him. Leaping off of his friend's back, Aerrow fired a blast of power, his Lightning Claw maneuver. Weaverbird let loose a blast of blue flame at the same time, combining her attack with Aerrow's. The controls for Snipe's Heliblade sizzled and exploded, throwing the Talon commander off of his ride. He landed on another Talon's skimmer and threw off the vehicle's original pilot.

"Next time, you Storm Hawks won't get so lucky!" Snipe snarled as he sped away, his remaining Talons hot on his heels.

"Luck has nothing to do with it, Snipe!" Aerrow and Piper exchanged grins. "Okay, maybe a little." Aerrow admitted with a shrug. The Storm Hawks, Quetzal and Kiita descended, landing on the runway of the Condor. Finn stared around, evidently disoriented.

"Where are we?" he asked, shaking the dizziness out of his head. Piper looked furious and before Aerrow could hold her back, she stalked up to Finn and backhanded him across the face.

"OW! What was that for?!" an indignant Finn picked himself up off the runway, a large red slap mark blooming on his face. Aerrow winced; it seemed Piper had finally snapped.

"That's for stealing my crystals, and everything we've been put through because of your stupidity!" Piper shrieked. Everyone took a few steps back from the crystal specialist. "Do you have any idea what we had to go through just to fix you?!" Piper prodded a finger into Finn's chest; the sharpshooter's ego seemed to have deflated under Piper's accusations.

"No, I don't," he said frankly, "Why don't you just fill me in on that?" Piper looked fit to explode. She tore the makeshift bandages off her hands, exposing the angry red burns and cuts underneath. She grabbed Aerrow by the shoulder, and pulled him forward.

"Don't drag me into this!" Aerrow flustered. Piper ignored him, thrusting her injured hands forward for Finn to see. He winced.

"And that's not all," Piper snarled, "Aerrow was nearly suffocated to death by a python, and we all nearly drowned retrieving the crystal that fixed you!" Piper prodded a finger into Finn's chest hard. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Finn looked at Piper fearfully.

"Please don't kill me?" he squeaked. Piper straightened up and glared at him furiously.

"I should kill you, but I won't." Piper stalked off the runway. Everyone breathed an audible sigh of relief.

"Is she okay?" Finn muttered to Aerrow, pointing with his thumb towards the Condor's living area. Aerrow shrugged.

"I'd be more worried about yourself Finn." Aerrow chuckled, "Just wait 'till Piper organizes the chores for next week." Finn groaned, hanging his head miserably. Aerrow picked up the sunset crystal, and Piper reemerged with the sunrise crystal. They handed the crystals over to the Anphiteres.

"They belong here," Piper said to them, "besides, you guys would take better care of them than we would." Kiita took the sunrise crystal in her mouth, and Quetzal took the sunset crystal in his. They beat their wings and flew away, dissapearing into the canopy of the jungle. Piper headed back inside the Condor.

"Oh, and Finn?" Piper called, poking her head out of the hangar bay. He looked up.

"Give me back my crystals!"

The End:D Now I have to get working on another story. I'm planning on adding a lot more PiperXAerrow fluff than I usually do, so look out for another story by me. It's either going to be 'A Matter of Wills', or "Cyclon-itis', depending on which plotbunny hits me harder. They will both however, be published at some point, and they will both feature Weaverbird.

See y'all at my next fic!

-Saerphe