Aerrow opened his eyes, and looked up at the med-bay ceiling. To keep Stork happy, he had agreed to spend the night there, just in case something happened. He flexed his muscles and found that he felt better than he had in ages. The aches had stopped, and, thanks to Pipers crystals, his ribs had virtually mended. Looking at the cuts, he found that there were only scars there, and the bruises had faded into almost nothing.
He flopped back down onto the cushions, grinning to himself. He had been right about Piper having a go at him… But he managed to cut her rant short after a couple of minutes by pulling her in for a kiss. She hadn't been able to hold back a grin, and her attempt at being sincere completely failed. She had head up to the kitchen ahead of him, and Aerrow had been presented with Radarr, standing in front of him with his hand on his hips. It hadn't taken much to realise he was being admonished. Ace had burst out laughing at the fact that Aerrow was being told off, or rather, gestured at, by a little blue sky-monkey, and Aerrow had head off to the kitchen, leaving both Ace and Radarr in stitches.
They had both walked in a few moments after him, Radarr jumping down from Ace's back. At Finns incredulous expression, considering Radarr didn't normally take to new-comers, Ace had just shrugged, saying "I guess he likes me…"
Aerrow grinned at the memory. Ace seemed to be fitting in really well… which, now that he thought about it, was strange. Not that it worried him. He had long since started trusting his instincts, and they told him that there was nothing wrong.
Aerrow remained that way for nearly half an hour, not feeling the urge to get up. Eventually, however, he realised that if he wanted his body to fix itself properly, he may actually want to move around a bit.

Getting to his feet, Aerrow pulled on his new top, having had to bin the last one, and head out up to the control room. As he entered, he noted Stork, sat in his chair by the controls. He was reading something that looked suspiciously like…
"Hey, Stork… Is that '1001 Terrible afflictions and the hopeless means of fighting them?'"
"Yeah…"
"I thought you finished it…?"
"I did… this is a far side version… and the afflictions are so much more…" his expression turned to an evil grin, "Deadly…" his face lit up, and a smile spread across it "I am learning so much…"
He turned back to the book and Aerrow shook his head, grinning,
"Okay then…" Realising that it was still quite early in the morning, he made his way out onto the balcony, and leant against the railings.
After about ten minutes like that, he felt completely awake, and better than ever. Taking a last deep breath, he turned back and was greeted by Ace, leaning against the rail near to the door, his face expressionless.
"It's funny…" he said, still staring straight ahead, "I haven't stood in this spot for… well, years, and yet, it doesn't feel any different…"
"I guess some things don't change…" Aerrow replied, "Did you sleep at all last night?"
"I don't really sleep much… Never have…"
"Fair enough… I'm heading down to the kitchen… you hungry?"
"Not really… I'm gonna stay up here for a bit…"
"Sure…" Aerrow was about to say something else, but decided against it. Heading in, he made his way to the kitchen, straight into an argument between Finn and Piper.

"You are not playing your damn music this early in the morning!" Piper raged,
"Razor-Lark isn't 'damn music'. Its art!"
"It's electric rock. It's terrible. And it's too early!"
"Not for your music though… What do you see in The Doves?"
"They are a classic band! And their music is great! I don't see everyone complaining when I play it…"
"Because they have no taste… If they did, they would be begging for the musical styling's…"
"The 'Musical styling's of Finn', Yeah. Like we haven't heard that before. It was a load of rubbish to start out with!"
Whilst they were arguing, Aerrow had made his way over to the cupboards, grabbed some sweet-bread and was sat down, nibbling at it, watching he pair of them with amusement. They were so into it, they hadn't noticed him come in, and as Finn prepared to give an example of air guitar, Aerrow decided that it was time he stepped in.
"Finn!" he grinned as they both span around, obviously having no idea that he had been sat there. "No air guitar. It's terrible. Piper… Stop fighting with him. You know it only makes him talk more…" Finn slumped down into his seat, sulking,
"Yeah. That's right. Just coz you have no taste when it comes to music…"
"Oh no… Not Razor-Lark…" Junko cringed as he walked in, "I hate that group… What about the Wallopians…?"
"Wallopian throat singing?" the others all cringed as they remembered the last time it had streamed through the speakers. Aerrow decided to butt in before Finn could.
"Bit loud Junko…Not that there is anything wrong with it… We just… Finns just annoyed that we prefer Pipers style of music more than his."
"Really? You are arguing over that again?"

Aerrow sighed in relief, as the threat of Wallopian throat singing, blasting over the speakers, was dropped.
"Not any more, they're not… So, Finn… Still ready for me to kick your ass?"
Finn brightened up.
"Not likely! This time I'm gonna actually hit you…"
"Yeah Right," was Junko's response to that. "I'm sorry Finn, but Aerrow hits your bolts away so easily, he's actually working on trying to direct them into the wall in a smiley face…"
"Which he is not going to do" Finn argued, then paused before finishing. "Even if he did, I would just be… showing off."
Piper held back a laugh and turned to Aerrow.
"Are you sure you should be fighting? What if you haven't… "
"I'm fine Pipes," he assured her, "I feel better than I have in… well, ages. And sitting around doing nothing is just going to drive me crazy…"
She sighed.
"Fine. Why don't you boys go and knock yourselves out…"
Finn whooped and ran for the training room, followed closely by Junko, who was waving a half-finished sandwich in the air. Aerrow grinned, then turned to Piper,
"You sure you don't want to come? I promise I'll go easy on you…"
"No… I want to experiment more with the Helix Stone…" her eyes lit up as she was taking about it, and Aerrow couldn't help smiling,
"What are you smiling at?"
"Just… you… You're so… You…"
She smiled back at him,
"Well, I'm worried that you sound so amazed by that… Aren't I always me?"
"Yeah… but watching you being you is just so… awesome…" Piper shook her head, slightly bemused,
"Are you sure your head is feeling okay?"
Aerrow laughed,
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just love you…"
She didn't lose the bemused look, but went on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
"You're crazy, you know that? Now go knock Finn out. Then maybe we can finally have some peace and quiet around here…"
She head out and in the opposite direction to where Aerrow was headed. Grinning to himself, he ran towards the training room. Stepping inside, he dodged the blue bolt that was shot at him, and turned to Finn, an indignant look on his face.
"Hey! What was that for?"
Finn grinned, a slightly evil look coming over his face.
"Practise shot…" he raised the crossbow again, and Aerrow brought out his twin blades, grinning,
"Hey! Junko!" he called, moving to the centre of the room, "What do you reckon? Smiley face?"
Junko didn't have time to answer as Finn fired another bolt. Aerrow deflected it, sending it flying into the wall, and the game began.