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Title: Know Why The Nightingale Sings
(Chapter)Title: Promise
Author: Summing up the Stars
Genre: Drama
(Chapter) Genre: General/Friendship
Rating: T - M
Pairing: None
Authors Notes: Vaguely inspired by the quote (from Robert Frost) …'I've got promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep', but mostly from my (admittedly) messed up sub-conscious. XD Enjoy.
"We're doomed."
"I'll get us out of this Stork." Aerrow said reaching through the semi-darkness of the cell, to pat Stork's shoulder.
Stork let out a small distressed noise at the initial contact before stilling, back rigid.
Aerrow frowned as he let go and moved to the door; "I promise."
Stork was quiet for a moment, ears perking as he heard a quiet scratching noise from the Sky Knight's direction. "Aerrow, what are you doing?"
"Picking the lock." Aerrow answered matter-of-factly, eyes focused as he worked.
"I see. " Stork raised an eyebrow, wondering vaguely where Aerrow learned to pick locks, before decideing to let it go. "With what?"
"A bone."
"A bone?!" Stork said incredulously.
"Yes." Came the reply.
"How are you so calm?! We're probably going to die here like that doomed individual!" Stork raved, breath starting to come faster as his panic increased.
"First, calm down, second, not if I can help it and third, what 'doomed individual'?" Aerrow asked still focused on his work.
"The one who's bone you're using!" The Merb stated eyes gesturing wildly.
"What makes you think they're dead?" Aerrow asked quietly, a slight curiosity and something close to amusement coloring his words.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe the fact that you're using their bone to pick the lock!" the Carrier Pilot retorted, eye twitching violently, before pausing his rant as something dawned on him. "Aerrow?"
"Yeah?" Came the steadfast, but soft, reply.
"Where you injured at all during our capture?" Stork counted to ten as the other Storm Hawk seemed to contemplate his answer.
"…Yeah, but it's just a scratch." Aerrow said relenting.
"A scratch?" Stork questioned, looking closer at his leader and finding him a alarming shade of white.
"Alright," The teen caved, "More like a gash on my side, from when they slammed me into the wall, but it's nothing."
Stork was silent for a few more moments turning a thought over in his head. " What type of bone are you using?"
"A rib bone." the red-head said, still in the same disturbingly calm tone .
Stork could feel himself paling. "Please tell me you didn't reach into your side and break off your own rib bone to pick the lock."
"Don't be ridiculous." Aerrow replied, voice light. "It was broken already."
End(?)