Hey guys, well I have decided to add in some one shots too so be prepared haha :) This was fun to write as we, in Scotland, were having another one of our winter storms. It's freezing and the wind will not die down! Oh and of course I don't own any of the characters!

Enjoy,

Jazz

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It was a rather settled night at Propwash Junction and all citizens were cozied down in their own bunkers and hangers. The peaceful atmosphere made the oncoming storm more unexpected and somewhat frightening.

Dusty had turned in relatively early that night after the long flight with his mentor and friend, Skipper. He was fast asleep under a tarp in his warm hanger, surrounded by his 'Wings Around the Globe' and champion racers merchandise when the storm hit.

It started off with a strong wind and rain buffeting off the windows and door causing the young plane to groan and shift as the noise disturbed him in his sleep. A bang and a bright flash of light fully awoke Dusty, causing him to peek out from under his tarp, flinching harshly as the lightning and thunder made itself known once again. Dusty had never liked storms, which flyer would, but even in his safe hanger he was put on edge. Dusty sighed, and jumped once more,

'This is going to be a long night' he thought

The storm persistently got worse. Blue, wide eyes glinted as the lightning continued to the light up the sky and the thunder cracking it, deafeningly. As the wind shook his hanger doors and rattled the roof, Dusty stared up at the ceiling in anticipation 'that roof can collapse in on itself' his mind kept telling. A booming sound suddenly shook the air, Dusty jolted forward, his intakes becoming more rapid. The electricity had cut out, leaving Dusty in blinding darkness.

Hearing shouts from outside when the wind quietened for a moment or two, Dusty's lights came on automatically as he started up his engine to peer out of his hanger. He flinched as lightning lit up the area again allowing Dusty to have a quick peek of just what the storm had managed to conquer. It had blown over a very large tree which had taken out the overhead power lines as it descended.

As he slowly approached, struggling through the wind and the biting rain, he saw Mayday on stand by as a few vehicles had bravely come out to assess the situation. Dusty also spotted Sparky and Skipper as they sat beside Mayday, seemingly nonchalant about the weather. The tree had come down just in front of their hanger. Dusty shouted to be heard over the storm,

"Skipper! Is everyone okay?!"

Skipper turned sharply towards the orange and white plane that approached them. The look Dusty received made his tanks drop and his mind to go, Uh oh, bad move Duster.'

"What are you doing out here, Kid?!"

Dusty stared up at his mentor suddenly feeling the same sense of intimidation the first time he knocked on the old planes hanger doors.

"I heard a bang and..."

Dusty trailed off as he followed Skipper's gaze as the older plane went behind him. Dusty yelped sharply as he was given a forceful shove forward.

"Skipper?!" he yelled

"Get into that hanger now, Dusty! It's too dangerous to be out here!"

"But..."

"Get in, Now!"

Skipper had quite forcefully pushed the young plane to the front of his own hanger. Dusty entered and turned around to face the old plane only to find the hanger doors being closed on him. Dusty backed further into Skipper's hanger as the wind threatened to cave in the now closed doors. Dusty sighed as he waited for the older flyer to come back in.

It wasn't too long before the hanger doors opened to reveal a rather drenched Sparky and Skipper. Sparky immediately went over to his side of the hanger to get dried off and finally get some sleep.

The door of the hanger closed menacingly behind the ex-army plane. Dusty gulped and sheepishly looked up to meet the eyes of his mentor,

"What do you think you were doing going out in that?!" Skipper whispered

"I only wanted to make sure everyone was okay." He defended

Skipper continued to look down at the younger plane.

"Sorry" Dusty whimpered out before shivering, the rain leaving him cold.

The old planes eyes softened at the sight and he sighed as he positioned himself beside the plane he considered to be his charge, both facing the hanger doors. Skipper looked to his left to make sure Sparky was okay finding his long time friend had already fallen asleep.

Closing his eyes, he sighed as he intended to follow suit only to snap his eyes back open at the nuzzling that was going on at his right side,

"Dusty? What are you doing?"

"I'm cold and since you are not going to let me go back to my own hanger and to my warm tarp, I'm going to have to compensate." he stated, grinning as he looked up.

Skipper smiled down at the young racer,

"Fine. But no talking, go straight to sleep and try not to move about too much."

Dusty snuggled once more before settling down fully on his wheels,

"Yes, sir!" Dusty added, grinning as he closed his eyes only to giggle when Skipper nuzzled his nose affectionately. Dusty playfully nudged the old plane in the side causing Skipper to retaliate by leaning some of his weight on to the smaller plane,

"Skipper! You're going to squash me!" He laughed

Skipper was going to return a remark when Sparky's voice rang out,

"Quiet! Both of you!"

Apologising in unison, Skipper smiled and closed his eyes as Dusty once again pressed himself against the older plane's side, relishing in the heat and comfort he gained as they waited out the storm.