Author's note: Hey, it's me! I finally decided to write a Leon fic since there aren't that many out there. After all, he is droolworthy! This is a different take on how Leon really came across the red Blade Liger. Hope you enjoy!
Wishing For Snow by Shelly
CHAPTER ONE
Rain fell from dismal gray skies upon the funeral party for Morgan Blackwell's father as the tears fell from her eyes much like the rain did from her black umbrella. There was plenty of grief that resided within her heart, but there was still some room for revenge on those who had killed her father. She knew who was responsible, although there were those in the Backdraft that insisted that her father's death was the result of nothing more than an unfortunate accident. But she knew that it had been no accident that had killed her father. It had been a flesh and blood human being.
A hand on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see Captain Stigma Stoeller standing nearby, a man that had been close friends with her father. Years ago, they had fought together before Stigma had retired, and it had been her father that had brought him into the Backdraft. And from the grief shining in his own eyes it was obvious he missed him just as much as she did.
"Please accept my sympathies, Morgan," he said, his deep voice offering her some comfort. "He was one of the best of men to have as a friend."
She sniffed and wiped at her eyes with the handkerchief she still held onto. "Thank you, Captain," she replied with a small smile.
He returned the smile, noticing that everyone had left but them. "You know better than to be so formal with me. After all, you're almost like a daughter to me."
Surprisingly, a laugh emerged. "Even though I used to call you Uncle Stiggy when I was small."
"And I trust you will keep that to yourself, young lady," he replied with a laugh of his own.
Her smile faded as her eyes fell on his casket which was being slowly lowered into the ground. "I just don't understand why anyone would want him killed," she said, fighting against the tears that threatened to emerge.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "How about we go get something to eat?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
To anyone else, it would seem like he was comforting her with a kiss on the head, but he was actually whispering in her ear. "Will you promise to eat something if I tell you what may have gotten your father killed?"
She struggled to hold her composure as she realized he didn't want anything to seem out of the ordinary. "I suppose so," she replied, allowing herself to be led away to his car. Once inside, they were driven into the city to a small coffee shop where they could find a little privacy to talk. "Okay, Stigma. Spill it," she demanded once they were seated.
He asked himself for the hundreth time if he was doing the right thing by telling her this as he knew what she would do once she knew what had happened. But he hoped that her common sense would keep her from doing anything too rash that might have her joining her father. "You know the Blade Liger your father was working on? Those higher up in the Backdraft, after seeing the test run and pleased at its results, wanted to use it against the Blitz team with you as its pilot. Your father wouldn't have it and threatened to take the zoid and go to the Zoid Battle Commission and tell them everything."
Understanding dawned, and her head sunk into her hands, her auburn hair falling around her shoulders. "He died because of me," she groaned.
He reached out and took one of her hands in his own. "Don't say that, Morgan," he insisted. "That's the last thing your father wanted you to feel. He came to me shortly after as he knew that something was going to happen and asked me to look after you in case he couldn't. He told me that once you found out you would see it like this. But he died because someone killed him, not because of you. And I sincerely hope that you don't intend to track down his killer all for the sake of revenge."
A fire had started smoldering in her hazel eyes, but she sighed as she looked at the hand holding hers, setting her other one over his and squeezing it gently as she saw the concern in his blue eyes. "At one time I had thought about it, but I realize that it would be foolish of me to even think about it. But someone has to pay, Stigma, for taking him away from me."
He looked deeply into her eyes, an idea suddenly coming to him. "How about you make them all pay?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she questioned, her voice betraying her confusion.
"Take something from them that is very important to them," he suggested.
She immediately understood what he meant as the fire blazed once again in her eyes. "When?"
That evening, she walked into the hangar and stood for a time looking at the red Blade Liger, a zoid that her father had been very proud of as they were very hard to find. Those that were present in the hangar paid her no mind as they merely thought that she was remembering him in her thoughts, but little did they know what she had planned. She was going to do this alone, despite Stigma's protests as she didn't want him to suffer for helping her, and they had said their goodbyes to one another earlier that evening.
Climbing up into the zoid's cockpit, she quickly fastened the restraints as the zoid came to life with a mighty roar that sent everyone there into a panic. She mobilized it towards the hangar doors, which she blasted open and ran through before activating the boosters that pressed her back into her seat as it raced across the desert, her own heart beating furiously from the adrenaline pumping through her.
She knew that soon a force would be mobilized to bring her back, which is why she was determined to gain as much ground on them as she could before they had time to regroup. Glancing down at a piece of paper in her hand, she looked upon the directions to a secret hideaway that Stigma had told her would give her some refuge from the Backdraft as no one knew it was there. Only problem was, it was a long ways away from her current position.
An alarm sounded in the cockpit, and she pressed a button to see a force of Rev Raptors pursuing her. She cursed as she realized that she couldn't keep up this speed forever as the boosters were only meant to be used as a quick fix, not as a solution to a long range problem. Spinning the Blade Liger around, she prepared to face her opponents as she saw the dust rising that signaled their approach.
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Leon appears in the next chapter! Promise! Thanks for reading and please review!
Wishing For Snow by Shelly
CHAPTER ONE
Rain fell from dismal gray skies upon the funeral party for Morgan Blackwell's father as the tears fell from her eyes much like the rain did from her black umbrella. There was plenty of grief that resided within her heart, but there was still some room for revenge on those who had killed her father. She knew who was responsible, although there were those in the Backdraft that insisted that her father's death was the result of nothing more than an unfortunate accident. But she knew that it had been no accident that had killed her father. It had been a flesh and blood human being.
A hand on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see Captain Stigma Stoeller standing nearby, a man that had been close friends with her father. Years ago, they had fought together before Stigma had retired, and it had been her father that had brought him into the Backdraft. And from the grief shining in his own eyes it was obvious he missed him just as much as she did.
"Please accept my sympathies, Morgan," he said, his deep voice offering her some comfort. "He was one of the best of men to have as a friend."
She sniffed and wiped at her eyes with the handkerchief she still held onto. "Thank you, Captain," she replied with a small smile.
He returned the smile, noticing that everyone had left but them. "You know better than to be so formal with me. After all, you're almost like a daughter to me."
Surprisingly, a laugh emerged. "Even though I used to call you Uncle Stiggy when I was small."
"And I trust you will keep that to yourself, young lady," he replied with a laugh of his own.
Her smile faded as her eyes fell on his casket which was being slowly lowered into the ground. "I just don't understand why anyone would want him killed," she said, fighting against the tears that threatened to emerge.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "How about we go get something to eat?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
To anyone else, it would seem like he was comforting her with a kiss on the head, but he was actually whispering in her ear. "Will you promise to eat something if I tell you what may have gotten your father killed?"
She struggled to hold her composure as she realized he didn't want anything to seem out of the ordinary. "I suppose so," she replied, allowing herself to be led away to his car. Once inside, they were driven into the city to a small coffee shop where they could find a little privacy to talk. "Okay, Stigma. Spill it," she demanded once they were seated.
He asked himself for the hundreth time if he was doing the right thing by telling her this as he knew what she would do once she knew what had happened. But he hoped that her common sense would keep her from doing anything too rash that might have her joining her father. "You know the Blade Liger your father was working on? Those higher up in the Backdraft, after seeing the test run and pleased at its results, wanted to use it against the Blitz team with you as its pilot. Your father wouldn't have it and threatened to take the zoid and go to the Zoid Battle Commission and tell them everything."
Understanding dawned, and her head sunk into her hands, her auburn hair falling around her shoulders. "He died because of me," she groaned.
He reached out and took one of her hands in his own. "Don't say that, Morgan," he insisted. "That's the last thing your father wanted you to feel. He came to me shortly after as he knew that something was going to happen and asked me to look after you in case he couldn't. He told me that once you found out you would see it like this. But he died because someone killed him, not because of you. And I sincerely hope that you don't intend to track down his killer all for the sake of revenge."
A fire had started smoldering in her hazel eyes, but she sighed as she looked at the hand holding hers, setting her other one over his and squeezing it gently as she saw the concern in his blue eyes. "At one time I had thought about it, but I realize that it would be foolish of me to even think about it. But someone has to pay, Stigma, for taking him away from me."
He looked deeply into her eyes, an idea suddenly coming to him. "How about you make them all pay?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she questioned, her voice betraying her confusion.
"Take something from them that is very important to them," he suggested.
She immediately understood what he meant as the fire blazed once again in her eyes. "When?"
That evening, she walked into the hangar and stood for a time looking at the red Blade Liger, a zoid that her father had been very proud of as they were very hard to find. Those that were present in the hangar paid her no mind as they merely thought that she was remembering him in her thoughts, but little did they know what she had planned. She was going to do this alone, despite Stigma's protests as she didn't want him to suffer for helping her, and they had said their goodbyes to one another earlier that evening.
Climbing up into the zoid's cockpit, she quickly fastened the restraints as the zoid came to life with a mighty roar that sent everyone there into a panic. She mobilized it towards the hangar doors, which she blasted open and ran through before activating the boosters that pressed her back into her seat as it raced across the desert, her own heart beating furiously from the adrenaline pumping through her.
She knew that soon a force would be mobilized to bring her back, which is why she was determined to gain as much ground on them as she could before they had time to regroup. Glancing down at a piece of paper in her hand, she looked upon the directions to a secret hideaway that Stigma had told her would give her some refuge from the Backdraft as no one knew it was there. Only problem was, it was a long ways away from her current position.
An alarm sounded in the cockpit, and she pressed a button to see a force of Rev Raptors pursuing her. She cursed as she realized that she couldn't keep up this speed forever as the boosters were only meant to be used as a quick fix, not as a solution to a long range problem. Spinning the Blade Liger around, she prepared to face her opponents as she saw the dust rising that signaled their approach.
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Leon appears in the next chapter! Promise! Thanks for reading and please review!