AN: I'm back dogs! I've decided that I'm going to try and write out chapters in advance and post them from there, so my updates might become a bit delayed. Especially with the holidays coming up, I've got a number of projects that I'm working on for the holidays for family members so I may be a bit slow for a while! Please hang with me! I try to update every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for sure!

"Micha, I'm angry."

The little fledgling was a delightful interruption to the day of paperwork he was forced to submit himself to, and he happily tossed it aside with a chuckle as the little thing stormed into his office, an adorable scowl crossing her features at the present moment. She stopped at his side, hands raised expectantly, and he obliged to the silent command to lift her up into his lap. She settled herself comfortably and turned to look up at him.

"Micha, I'm angry." He chuckled again, kissing her nose softly, "So you've said, tell me, what's got you in such a sour mood."

"They're all so mean!"

He rested his chin on her shoulder, "Who is mean to you?"

"They all are! They all pick on me 'cause I'm so small."

The ones in question came to mind immediately, and he chuckled at the cause of her annoyance, it would be short lived of course, but he'd humor it like a good sport.

"Because you're just so fun to pick on." As he said it, he dug a few fingers into her belly, and she giggled just as he knew she would, "What would you like me to do about it?"

"You're the only one who can get them back!" she squirmed away from his fingers and he let her get away from his playful attack, "You want me to give them a taste of their own medicine?"

"Yes!"

"For you?" he kissed her cheek, "Anything."

…

His mission assigned, his query set at the direction of his cherished fledgling, he set off in search of his captain with his companion riding happily on his back to ensure that the deed was carried out as it should be. It was in their immense amusement that they found the mighty Captain standing before a class of first years, watching their progression and critiquing as he saw fit, that the Commander came to stand at his side. They exchanged a quick greeting, the Captain focused on his task at hand, and the archangel turned to look at his fledgling companion in question, and she nodded seriously.

"Nisroc." He snaked an arm around his back, curling his fingers around the other side, "I've been meaning to ask you a few things."

The Captain went still, stock still, as stiff as a board at his newfound precarious position.

"Sir, how can I be of assistance?"

He tapped him on the ribs, digging a few fingers into that one spot he knew to be the worst to have any attention to, the Power shrieked brightly once, clapping a hand over his mouth in surprise when the others turned to look at him in surprise. Abraxos hid an amused smile behind his hand, and the Commander smirked at him, there was very few who could bring their Captain to his knees, but the Commander was one of those very few.

"Sihir?"

He speaks behind his hand, very carefully, he has a certain figure to uphold among the training fields, and his Commander seems intent on ruining that impression and he knows it has something to do with the fledgling riding shotgun has something to do with it.

"You've angered a fledgling I'm particularly fond of."

The archangel felt the Power try and pull away, and he leaned in closer, up against his ear, "If you try and pull away from me again," the dug into his ribs for added affect and he jolted wildly "I will bring you to your knees in front of them all, little warrior."

He received a quick nod of understanding, and the Power didn't try and pull away again, though his muscles were stiff as though he were forcing himself to stay in that position by mere force of not wanting to be brought to his knees in front of all these new recruits.

Nisroc's gaze turned to the fledgling on the archangel's back, "Does this have to do with the fledgling I see over your shoulder?"

"I hear that she's being picked on.", Michael smiled over his shoulder at her, he couldn't blame anyone, she was just too adorable not to pick on, "And that does not go over well with the one who favors her."

"I thihink she's muhuch too sehensitive about thahat."

"Not as sensitive as these ribs are though, are they?"