A/N: Part 2 of 'From the Past' because I have nothing better to do and I've lost all motivation for any story but this so *deep breath* HERE YA GO.

Seeing someone from your past can make you happy or sad/angry. For Blade, this time it was both.

(Part 2 of 2)

Warning: Fight scene, mild blood. If you are sensitive to that, don't read this.

Disclaimer: Disney/Pixar owns all characters except Jade and Striker, they are my OC's.

For the most of the next day, Blade had his ears pricked towards the lodge, anxiously pacing. Every once in a while, he'd stop to nudge another who had picked up on his nerves.

All day he'd been like that, and only stopped when he heard two very familiar voices. One he loved, the other he strongly disliked.

He steeled himself up, turning his head back and looking behind him. He tilted his head at the jumpers, telling them to head into the main hangar. They looked at each other, confused, but trotted to the main hangar with Cabbie following after them.

Everyone else followed the six into the hangar, not taking the chance of being caught alone. If Blade had motioned for the jumpers to go, and Cabbie had followed, they weren't taking any chances.

The two created the ridge, and Blade moved forward to great them, set on keeping his father away from his team. They were smaller than him, he could easily hurt one of them.

Upon spotting his son, the black and red Friesian cross stallion grinned. It was so fake, Blade almost snorted. "Hey son! Long time no see!"

Blade glared in response, standing with his forelegs braced apart and neck arched. It was a somewhat threatening posture, and the younger members of the base had only seen it twice. Both times it had been with Cad.

"No hi back for your ol' dad?" So fake. Such fake happiness.

Blade pinned his ears as his father moved around him, circling him. He refused to move or twitch, even when his father got close to his flank as if he'd nip him. If he did, he'd kick him.

And his mother had been right about one thing - his father had gotten fatter. Instead of the 1,200 pounds he should be at, he was probably somewhere around 1,400. Blade himself was supposed to weigh the same as his father, 1,200, but he weighed around 1,100. Most of which was made up of muscle.

If his father did decide to attack him, weight may be an issue. He knew his father could use that weight as a weapon, nevermind his biting and kicking. Although, if he was fatter, Blade could use weight as his weapon. He weighed less, which meant he was more agile...

"Boy, you've grown some muscle haven't you?"

Blade raised his head, again not answering. He saw his mother slip by them and into the main hangar, where the rest of his team gladly let her in.

Dynamite eyed her and then the two stallions still staring at each other. She whispered, "What's his problem?"

"Striker? He's always had something against Blade, even if he is his son. I don't know why. And when Blade was younger, he'd always get pushed around and wasn't able to fight back. Now," a quiet, shuddering inhale, "He will be able to."

Fearful glances among the team.

"What'll he do to Chief?"

Jade sighed again, dropping her head and shutting her eyes tight. "I'm not sure. But when he was younger he'd push him into walls, bite him and pin him to the ground. Anytime Blade tried fighting back, Striker would just get rougher."

She looked up at them, pain in her eyes. "That's where most of his scars are from. If you ever see the under side of his stomach, or his neck, you'll see a good amount of scarring. And that's all from Striker."

Dynamite shared a worried glance with Cabbie. "So, what'll he do, now that Blade's bigger?"

"I don't know. But I do know this is going to end very, very terribly. Perhaps with Blade hurt."

Another wave of worried glances and snorts among the team as they watched Blade and Striker.

"So, where's this team of yours I heard about from the Super?"

"Their none of your concern," Blade growled, but by the way his father said it (and the fact they weren't very well hidden) he knew exactly where they were.

"Oh really now?" Striker's voice had taken on a dangerous edge, "Well, we'll see about that."

Before Blade could stop him, Striker whirled around to face the main hangar and charged it. Blade could see Cabbid tense up, flinging his head around.

However, this wasn't Cabbie's fight. This was his.

Blade whirled around, screaming and pinning his ears flat to his head. He bolted after him, outstretching his neck, bared teeth. Once he caught up to him, which didn't take more than a few seconds, he nipped his father's flank. It startled the older just enough where he slowed down, and Blade took the advantage to swing his head into his side.

This knocked Striker off balance, sending him sideways. He slowed down, and Blade moved to stand in front of the main hangar entrance. In front of his team.

Striker glared at Blade. "You've got some guts kid."

Blade threw his head up, coming off his forelegs. Rearing, he pawed at Striker, baring his teeth. Without hesitation, Striker met him.

Everyone flinched at the sound. It was a sound that meant a fight had started, and their leader, protector, and friend could very well get hurt. Or worse.

Blade dropped his head, then flung it back up. His head connected with the underside of Striker's. The older stallion snorted, taking a couple steps back. He took the opportunity to launch himself off his hind legs, slamming into his father again.

Striker fell backwards as Blade jumped over him, narrowly missing his head. Once he landed, Blade kicked out with a hind leg. He didn't want to take any chances. And that was a fair warning not to underestimate how much power he had behind him.

He turned around quickly, pricking his ears. His nostrils flaring, taking in everything around him. His senses had kicked up, making him more aware of his surroundings. Unconsciously, his body was preparing for a fight.

Striker pulled himself up, already starting to pant. He laid his ears flat, extending his neck and giving Blade a deathly glare.

If looks could kill, Blade would've been dead.

"You've got some nerve, boy."

Blade pawed the ground, pulling chunks of grass and dirt up. He arched his neck, blowing through his nostrils. He wanted to avoid a fight at all costs, so he had to try showing how strong he was. If that didn't work, he would have no choice but to fight.

Striker did seem to look him over, a quick flash of almost fear in his eyes before he growled and lashed out at Blade. He jumped sideways, bending his body to avoid the blow. He arched his neck, baring his teeth in another warning.

As always, though, Striker didn't heed the warning. He came at Blade again, striking with both forelegs. In turn, the fire chief snorted, pinned his ears and once again lunges at Striker.

The two rose into the air again, Blade going up first. He struck out, catching his father's neck with his hoof and making a cut. The other took a very brief second to look at his new cut, then swung his massive head towards Blade's.

He flung his head up in an attempt to avoid it, but ended up getting hit in the neck. It didn't do much harm. He arched his neck, grabbing hold of the top of his sire's neck.

Striker screamed, falling back onto his forelegs and biting at Blade's jugular. That was a sensitive part, Blade knew if he managed to sink his teeth there, he would not win.

So, with trying to avoid that, he ended up going further back than he had wanted. With a high pitches, surprised, squeal type sound, he fell over backwards. He landed with a soft thud, looking up just in time to see Striker rearing over him.

His eyes widened as he rolled over, scrambling to his feet as fast as he could. He dipped his hindquarters, bolting, with Striker chasing after him.

Slowing down just a bit, he let Striker get close enough to bite his flank. With a glint in his eyes that his team had never seen before and would rather not put a name to, he kicked with both hind legs, hitting his father square in the face.

Striker instantly slowed down, blinking. The pain that was shooting through his entire head was enough to blind him for a moment. Blade whirled around, charging him. Since Striker couldn't see, it was the perfect opportunity.

Blade rammed into him, knocking him off balance and once more throwing Striker to the ground. He bit the older stallions chest, tearing at the skin and drawing blood.

He was thrown off of him when Striker's hind legs connected with the underside of his stomach. That hurt a bit more than Blade would admit (and later left dark bruises). He groaned, backing up. Striker threw himself off the ground and back at Blade, who stumbled backwards.

Once again rearing and chomping at Blade's face, the younger stallion didn't have time to react until he felt immense pain on his ear.

He felt blood trickle down his face, heard his team gasp and a couple cried out, and Striker looked amazed, before an evil grin took over his face.

He didn't dare try to look, he knew he couldn't see it anyway, and he didn't try to think about what had just happened to much. Though, he had a sneaking suspicion a part of his ear had just been torn off.

A dangerous growl escaped his throat as he turned again on his father. With new strength surging through his entire body, he lowered himself to the ground.

He tensed, then launched himself towards Striker. He reared, leaping forward at the same time and pawing. This caused Striker to back up quickly, moving his face out of the way. Blade came down on all fours again, but went right back up and did the same thing again.

He kept forcing him back again and again, getting him closer to the edge of the cliff. Fear slowly overcame Striker, and in an attempt to keep from getting any closer, he met Blade in the air.

However, Blade was prepared. As soon as Striker had come off his forelegs, he slammed his entire weight into him. Which forced Striker to the ground. Blade landed on top of him and didn't hesitate to bite Striker's jugular.

From there, the two fought for about ten more minutes. It certainly felt longer, especially for those watching. Blade and Striker were evenly matched, even if Blade's muscle counted for Strikers fat. They could both use whatever they had to their advantage.

There was one point, in those ten minutes, where everyone thought Blade wouldn't be able to get back up. Striker had managed to pick Blade off his feet and throw him a few feet away. Blade landed on his left side, then rolled once, banging his head against the ground.

Everyone's eyes had widened, the breath leaving a few of them.Blade had brought himself back up, bleeding in multiple places, and went back to the fight.

They tore at each other, with bared teeth and flashing hooves, ears pinned. It went on, until Blade threw Striker to the ground a final time.

Whether it be from pain or exhaustion, no one knew for sure. But Striker growled, shooting Blade a wary look. Blade, for his part, stood still above him, ears flat against his head and sides heaving.

Without a word, Striker raised himself up and gave Blade one last cold glare before turning around and heading back to the lodge.

When he was out of sight, Blade dropped his head, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh. He flicked his good ear back when he heard his team approaching him.

They flung themselves at him, careful not to hurt him, though. Dusty threw his head around his neck, Jade dropped her head to be level with his in order to nuzzle him, the jumpers pressed themselves against him, and the rest surrounded him on the outside. Worriedly watching him.

Maru began cleaning his more major wounds, all the while muttering angrily under his breath. Blade opened his eyes to see Jade staring at his forehead.

"What?"

"Your ear..."

He'd completely forgotten about that. He jerked his head up, looking behind him at Maru. "What's wrong with my ear?"

Maru glances up, wincing. He took a quick breath before answering him. "He tore some of it off."

Blade snorted, mostly from surprise. "How much is gone?"

Maru looked up again, "A little above the middle."

Honestly, he was surprised it didn't hurt all that much. Almost half his ear had been torn off, and despite the blood he really didn't feel anything.

He was sure it was his bodies shock, from having something torn off. He was also sure it would wear off later, and the pain would hit him.

Maru, once done with his other injuries along his flank, neck and shoulder regions, he moved up to his ear.

"Drop your head for me."

He did, letting Maru see it. Carefully, he whiped the blood away - out of his ear, and off his face where it had dried.

"It should heal up fine. But you'll be missing half your ear for the rest of your life."

Blade sighed, rolling his eyes. It didn't bother him all to much, as long as he could still hear. And it didn't get infected.

And then they stood there, pressed together, for a good five minutes. His mothers always soft voice came from in front of him again. "We were worried about you."

"Yeah, when you got thrown down and rolled that one time, we didn't think you'd get back up," Drip and the other jumpers shared a Still Mildly Concerned look.

"I'm fine."

Maru snorted, "You will be, when your injuries heal. You took one hell of a beating out there."

"I'm aware."

Jade chuckled, nuzzling him, "I'm just glad your ok."

"You're not going back down there, are you?"

She shook her head, "No. I'm not going with him anymore. It's better up here," she smiled at him, "Besides, I like your team, the scenery. It's nice."

Blade smiled back. He'd proven himself to his father, and if he had any problem with his mother staying with him.

He'd just beat him up again.

A/N: I'm a sucker for protection stuff. That's why I write a lot of it, lol. And as you can see, this was a pretty dang long chapter (just how I intended... totally) Didn't completely know how to end this, either.

Yeah, Striker's a jerk. He wasn't very nice to Blade, like, ever. And as I was saying in part 1, Jade is supposed to be sweet and caring (a total sweetheart), and Striker is mean and uncaring. He's very obnoxious. Blade took after his mother mostly, but still has a few of his father's qualities. (For instance, lack of kindness at moments).

That being said, Jade stands at about 18 hands or so, while Striker is at 20. Blade, well, he's bigger than both. He stands around (I think I said it before, so if I'm wrong don't attack me) 21. Dusty is at 18.2 in this story, but by the time he's done growing he'll stand around 20-21 hands. He's one of the taller on base. (The tallest is Cabbie - at 22.1 which is friggin huge. I don't think a real horse has reached that height, though I could be wrong. I do know a few horses have reached 21 but I dunno for sure about 22). All of these are measured from the horses feet to their withers - the bump between the bottom of their neck and back. One hand is 4 inches, so Blade is freakin 7 feet tall. Haha no I wouldn't want to mess with him. Striker is 6.6 feet, but I still wouldn't want to mess with either of them...

SO THAT WAS LONG! I'm sorry if I was being boring but HEY ya learn something new everyday. And you might be able to understand some stuff that I talk about in fanfics. I'm rambling. Oh well.