Ok, I'm really pleased with the respose I got for the first chapter. THANKS GUYS! So i think I'm going to continue this until i start getting unanimous bad responses. anyway, I'm going to start a bit of P/A romance in this story, then continue it in another. thoughts? I know for certain that I will continue the Heala/Finn romance in another story, the name of which is a closely guarded secret. For now, (to get the general picture of her) I have put in a fact file of Heala. Anything marked with an X means it will appear later on or in the next story.

Name – Heala

Age – 14

Hair – brown, spiky on one side, flat on the other, with purple streaks

Eyes – gold

Clothes – Brown t - shirt with chicken logo, black leggings and dirty boots with knee length socks.

Job – bounty Hunter/gangster/whatever really

Afflictions – X

family - X

Weapons – Throwing Sporks

Defence – Frying Pan shield

Vehicle – Custom built skimmer, named 'the pig'.

EDIT: by the way, I forgot to add this in; I don't own the storm hawks (you'd be worried if I did) and when reading the bit about the hotpot, listen the the classical piece Carmina Burama. When the chocolate cake muscles it's way in, imagine angels singing.

Surprisingly enough, Piper and Heala made quite good if slightly hesitant, friends. Helped along with sugar high snacks, of course.

"I like having another girl on board," explained Piper to Aerrow. "If there wasn't someone on occasionally, I might explode. I hate to admit it, but you guys are rather lacking in Grace And Tact."

The two girls would lock themselves in the navigator's bedroom, from where occasional bursts of laughter filtered through the door. The rest of the squadron were curious as to what they did in there, and one night employed Finn to listen and look through the key hole.

"They talk mostly," answered the sharpshooter to the eager guys.

"That's it? For, like, HOURS?" Junko asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Oh yeah, and they paint their nails."

"Unbelievable," murmured Aerrow, and the others nodded their heads in solemn agreement.

Heeeeeeeello." Heala waltzed in, wearing ridiculous hot pink lipstick that clashed horribly with her purple streaks. "Finn, my man, inform me what manly stuff you're doing here, while we explore the delights of cosmetics."

Finn was about to make The Ultimate and Incredibly Cool One Liner that would have Heala falling over her feet to ask him out, before Stork cut in. "Did you know most lipsticks are made with fish scales?"

The girl's complexion turned faintly green at that point, and she sprinted for Piper's room. He smirked, and turned back to the charts they had been poring over before Finn's report. "We have been travelling for four days, and we'll arrive tomorrow at Terra Gale. But we should watch out for doom in the form of … cyclonians. The path from Terra Gale to Terra Atmosia is riddled with them. It is my recommendation we take a longer, doom plagued, but potentially less fatal route."

"We'll chance it, Stork." Aerrow answered confidently. "Besides, we have extra help."

On cue, a burst of laughter came, and Piper and Heala (with, thankfully, no blinding lipstick on) came in doubled over laughing, with tears in their eyes. "Tell me again how he 'forgot' the wave…" howled the bounty hunter, clutching her stomach.

"Well…we were in Tropica, and Finn was surfing the waves, when he spotted the most hated type of girl ever, a skinny blonde…"

With a sinking heart, Finn realised it was the story of his 'incident' from two months ago in Tropica. They had never let him live it down. "Piper, shut up," he hissed at her, but it was too late.

"So he thought he would impress her with a super cool move, failing to realise that little wave behind him was turning into a monster tidal wave…the wipe out was hilarious."

"Ahh, what a terrible shame." Heala pretended to press her hand in mock despair to her forehead. "I was considering a relationship with you. I think I will go cry in my pillow, for you prefer blondes to brunettes." Snorting, she strolled over to the chart, tracing the route. "So… it'll take approximately two days? Good. Hope you enjoy dinner; I'm cooking hotpot." Stork looked vaguely horrified.

After she went out, Aerrow turned, grinning, to Finn.

"Shut up," growled Finn, as the captain opened his mouth to speak.

"But don't you -"

"Don't. Say. A. Word."

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Stork, Aerrow decided, had not just looked vaguely horrified; he had looked petrified. And now he could see why.

The squadron gingerly poked the…mush…thing…with their forks. Even Junko refused to touch it, which was saying a lot. This was the guy that happily munched on live, mud coloured starfish.

Heala beamed, looking slightly anxious. "So you like it?" she was wearing a cook's outfit (with a hat that looked suspiciously like the one Radaar got on Terra Vapos) covered with flour, as was her face and hair, looking like she sported little white freckles. How she managed to work flour into hotpot was a mystery.

"It's…unusual," Piper managed. The bounty hunter beamed. "I…think I'll go and eat in my room. I'm…err…enjoying a book, and don't want to stop!" the navigator slipped off, hurrying to her room with the offending plate. The others silently cursed, wishing they had thought that excuse up.

"Well, come on, eat up," Heala patiently told the guys. "I have to prepare dessert." She trotted off to the kitchen.

Finn immediately ran over to the window and threw the gloop out of the window. "Eurgh, that was the worst hotpot I've ever tried."

Aerrow grinned. "And I thought you might have eaten it to please her," he said, before jogging over to do the exact same as Finn. "I'm not going to stop annoying you about it, you know," he added after seeing Finn's face.

"Yeah, well, whatever," Finn waved his hand dismissively. "Let's head off if her dessert's just as bad as the main." The captain nodded, and they quietly started to sneak off. Stork, however, remained behind. "Dude, why are you staying? You said it your self; she's certain doom, and know I know why."

Stork smirked. "Oh. You'll see." Curious, they sat back down.

Then, the most wonderful smell emanated from the open kitchen door. The guys' eyes widened as they watched the supposed culinary nightmare come out holding a huge, steaming plate of delicious looking chocolate cake. "I hope its ok – is there enough chocolate?" she placed it on the table and cut it, watched by five pairs of eyes, each over a drooling mouth.

When each plate was served, each fork immediately came down on each slice, and a each mouthful was into each mouth, every taste bud doing flips in ecstasy. Needless to say, the cake rapidly vanished. Heala watched them nervously. "how is the cake?"

Aerrow groaned, loosening his belt. Finn grinned tiredly, his face covered in chocolate." Dude, you need to make that more often. Speaking of which, is there seconds?"

love it? hate it? want to ignite it with a flame thrower? TELL ME!

Heala's hotpot is based on my dad's stirfry, which is completely inedible. Her cake is based on my mother's, who is the damn best cook I know. And no, Heala's cooking isn't based on mine.

Heala: thank Atmos - your's is awful!

Me: well sorry! damn my spunky characters. well, as I was saying, her's is ok save for the hotpot, whereas mine is all round toxic.

see you next chapter!

GWGE

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