Their Little Girl
(A/N: Changed the charries of mine a tad. In this one, Talon's parentage is different)
Aero
I fingered the edge of a faded picture. It was the only one of the Flock together. Max and Fang, casting sideways glances of each other. My Dad with an almost smile and unreadable expression, my Mom looking like she loved him with all her heart. I bet she had. I don't remember them. They died on a mission when I was only two. Iggy had been babysitting me, but they came to his house. He could't fight them off. In the end, he hid me and told me to stay put. I remember the fear catching the words in his voice. The window smashed in. His sightless blue eyes showed that he would gladly protect me. Being so young, I trusted him to come back. I thought he would. But instead, Dylan came and found me. Iggy was...dead, and he knew that my parents had died earlier that month. Angel, in the front of the picture, had vanished three months before I was born. She was younger in this photo, arms crossed and a confident smirk on her face. Iggy and Nudge were laughing at Gazzy. He was giving bunny ears to Ella, Max's half sister. A family that I would never be a full part of. I missed them. Dylan was like my adopted Dad. He only had this one photo to remind him of my Mom, the only girl he ever loved. I heard his footfalls behind me.
"They loved you very much, Aero." he said, heartbreak creeping back into his tone. I hated when he got like this. I hated to see him hurt. The moments ticked away. Dylan's hair had a streak of black dyed into it. Once, I asked him about it. 'A reminder,' he had said, 'of her.' I hadn't needed to ask him who he meant by her. Everytime I lift into flight, the only memory of my Dad stung me. Well, it wasn't a memory- but something Dylan told me when I was little. He told me that my Dad had faithfully taught me how to fly. The Flock was broken, but I would always have this picture, this moment in time, someone else's memory trapped eternally in amber. Apparently, I also had a big brother. Talon was his name. He left me when I was really young. Max and Dylan's kid, he never looked quite like Fang. They got into fights a lot. My Dad, at one time, left my Mom. He came back, but Dylan and Max had Talon by that time. Broken family, you could say that. Windflower was my little sister. She died the day she was born. I was all that Max and Fang had left.
And this photo was all I had now.
When I flew, when I sought solitude, I became forgetful of my cares and just remembered: at one time, they loved me. They kissed my cheeks, held me when I cried, and promised that I would never be to big for them, to sit on their lap and hug them. I will always be their little girl, they told me.
I'll never stop believing that.