3 Ways to Fall

By: Wolfa Moon

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Just trying to find music to listen to write to. And this idea popped into my imaginative mind while listening to this. Hope you enjoy.

'Freedom Fighters – Two Steps From Hell

From the Star Trek Trailer

Way To Fall: Two

The ground came.

His arms splayed out. The wind blowing all around him never hitting the ground. The ground moved up away from him. He went higher and higher into the air. Bodies of the dead he killed grew farther and farther away. Into the sky he went. His name shouted at him.

"EZRA!" looking down he saw his friends standing freely in the breaking sunrays. He smiled, the sun had arrived. Sun from the south gleamed off something to his right. Looking over he saw the brown of feathers turning goldish red in the free sun. The winds begin to die around him. He descends. Was it a bird that had grabbed him? Saved him from the fall to his death. Turning his head away from the sun he looked behind him. There was no bird. An old never used part of him turned on. Closing his eyes he felt the wings flap around him to keep him elevated. Wings. Did he dare let that part of his mind work? Closing his eyes he followed the string and pulled it. The wings flapped again. There was no bird, only him. He was the bird. Stretching the string out he extended his wings. What else could they be? Winds elevated him a little again. The current letting him soar. Looking to the ground. No fear. He had no fear of this odd spectacle. He should. But he didn't. Just accepted. Down below his friends watched him. They had seen this. And they needed him. He let the current loft him one final time. That's high enough. The string that he attached to use his wings he pulled close. Bringing the wings in close to his body. Feeling them touch his side. They extended all the way to his calf. He descended quickly. The ground rushed toward him. Smiling as he descended. A thought of what would have happened if the wings had not appeared flashed through his now open accepting mind. He would be dead. And there would be six. The ground came. His friends holding hands up so they could see him fly, descend.

"Ezra!" the shout came through his thoughts. The ground was close. To close you might think. The cliff he jumped from had just past. That is close enough, he thought. He spread his wings and turned upright. Legs hopefully set so when he lands it will be on two feet.

His feet made contact with the earth. He stumbled as he touched down. Strong arms steadied him. Looking at the help he saw Chris.

"Thank you." Ezra, ever the gentleman. Chris stared at him. Would they accept him like this? The string tightened again. The wings resting along his back.

"Welcome. Thank you." Chris was to stunned to speak. His cheat had jumped off a cliff to his death. Sprouted wings, defeated the enemy, and just landed like an angel sent from the heavens. "You alright Ezra?" the two looked into each other's eyes. Wondering what the other was thinking.

"Perfectly." the others came closer. Buck being helped by J.D.. Josiah being supported by Nathan. Vin appeared on the other side of him. He looked to the men.

"Ez, you're an angel." the youngest of them spoke.

"I would have to disagree with you there J.D."

"Care to explain this." Chris' voice came through the vibes of wonder that surrounded him

"I can't." he couldn't. They met his mother and she had no wings. And Ezra wouldn't know even if they asked him. And his father there was a book as blank as a cloud. Looking at his friends to see that they still accepted him. He looked to Vin. The question asked through his eyes. Do you accept me? Vin nodded. How could he refuse a man, bird, angel, who jumped off a cliff to save them. With no knowledge that this would happen. Also with his native upbringing who was he to judge the great elders and their magic's on men. He looked to Buck and J.D. The two as close as blood brothers. Buck nodded. J.D. stared in awe.

"Mister Dunne?" in his voice holding the question. J.D. stared into Ezra's eyes long and hard. The kid smiled.

"You have wings. You saved our lives. Who am I to judge?" Ezra smiled back. The last two. One would accept and the other was a hard stone to crack. His eyes scanned the two men. Josiah took a step closer to the man he called son. Nathan right beside him supporting. Josiah put out a hand and felt the wings over his right shoulder. The touch was different from anything Ezra felt before. Shuddering at the sensation.

"How do you feel?" so many questions held in a phrase that no one else was brave enough to ask. Ezra smiled at him.

"Good." he shrugged making the wings raise a little too.

"Good." Josiah pulled his son toward him. "Would have missed you if you left." there also contain a message, don't leave. We'll be there for you, as the arms tightened around him. Ezra returned the hug. His wings conforming around the man in an ancient instinct. Ezra pulled back from him. Now to the stone. Nathan approached slowly.

"Do they hurt?" the doctor coming through on him.

"No. They are quite comfortable." he took another step forward. Josiah kept a supportive hand on Ezra's shoulder. And also to keep him standing.

"You still ain't no angel." Ezra smiled.

"Never claimed I was." the two nodded to each other. Nathan would be there. They were a group, a family. And Ezra is a part of this family. A tap on the wings made him turn to face their leader.

"You may not be an angel but you did good." Ezra smiled at that. The string in his mind tightened tighter. The wings retracted to their secret folds in his back. A gasp went through the group. Even Ezra gasped as the wings that were there retracted fully into his back. He smiled at his family.

"Don't worry. They're still there. And they will be back when needed." Vin chuckled.

"Just don't go jumping off any cliffs anytime soon."

"I shall endeavor not to." the group accepted and they would protect each other. They are a family. And theirs had a gambling angel.