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Furtive Cloy	By : Murray Category: +S through Z > Storm Hawks Views: 3608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own or make profit off the writing of this story.

NOTE: This chapter is going to contain extreme OOC Finn! You will get a glimpse into why he acts the way he does. So please, don’t be angry at me when you read it, it will all come together, I promise. I also recommend that you go back and reread chapters one and two, as I have edited them. There’s not a huge difference, I just made it fit the story line a bit better. And please don't hate me for Stork; he’s got problems too. I also want to change the title of this story, so if anyone has any suggestions I’m all for it.

WARNINGS: Swearing! (Finn has a bit of a filthy mouth) Some Non-consensual acts (not graphic) Angst. No BETA.

A BIG THANK YOU goes out to all of those who have reviewed so far. You have the patience of otherworldly beings that you do! Thank You so much!

‘I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain’

The Police~ ‘King of Pain’

CHAPTER 3

Aerrow hadn’t slept in his bed for almost three weeks; instead choose to lie awake on the Condors deck, hands linked behind his head. He would look up at the inky black sky filled with stars and not move for hours. It was Stork who had it the worst. While Aerrow would watch the sky, the ever-attentive pilot, would watch Aerrow. Only taking his eyes off his young captain to quickly glimpse at the monitors.

It was a rather pleasantly serene night the Merb noted to himself as he glanced out the window. This time, when Aerrow made his nightly visit, he hoped to see his young captain asleep. Merbs themselves could get away with very little sleep so they could keep a watch out for the ever elusive, crawling, flesh-eating bacteria, but humans? Stork knew humans needed, at the very least six to eight hours of sleep every night to function properly. How long had it been for Aerrow, three, maybe four days without any genuine sleep? Though his unrest had been going on for weeks, Aerrow somehow managed to obtain at least a couple of hours of sleep a night. Stork would be the one to watch out for him while he dozed off on the deck of the ship, bringing him a blanket or a cup of that horrid coffee he’d taken a liking to.

At first Stork thought Aerrow’s room was too warm and their red headed friend slept outside to cool off. After a week of constant nightly visits on the deck, Stork knew something was wrong. The Merb knew Aerrow could see him, and knew that he would watch him every night before he decided it was safe to put the autopilot on.

It was difficult for Stork. When one of the crew would ask why Aerrow was up so early, or why their leader was out on the deck before the sun began to rise Aerrow’s green eyes would bore into his black ones, pleading. The Merb would be stuck in-between a rock and a hard place. Desiring so very desperately, to tell Piper that Aerrow needed help, but knew he wasn't ready to tell anyone what was bothering him so.

So he kept his mouth shut, while continuing to watch his friend from the bridge. It had been two weeks since Aerrow came to the deck, sleeping sparsely, now he didn't sleep at all, didn't even close his eyes. After the last fight against the Cyclonians, and the frighteningly serious injuries Aerrow obtained, it only became worse. Stork concluded that Aerrow didn't want to sleep, or couldn't. He had a feeling it was the latter, but he was tired of watching his friend waste away like that. Tired of watching him vacillate during missions and sit out on activities. Aerrow loved Terra Neon, loved roller coasters and bumper skimmers. Now he just watched, and smiled, half-heartedly.

Tonight he was going to change all that. He was going to march right up to the teenager and have a ‘chat’ with him. Stork was ready to tell Aerrow how Piper would cry when she thought no one was looking. Or how Finn had a few extra fist-size holes in his bedroom wall. Junko was too busy taking care of Finn’s bizarre mood swings to get a chance to really look at Aerrow. It was just as well; the sharpshooter was enough of a handful. Without Junko, Stork feared for the blondes’ sanity. Radarr frantically tried to signal to the others, Piper especially, that something was wrong with his best pal. The small blue rodent became rather subdued not long after Aerrow started getting really bad. That worried Stork. Radarr was one whom Aerrow could always count on. Now he looked at the teen captain with sadness and shadows of fear.

Stork looked out the large window of the bridge and spotted a limping, and still healing Aerrow wearily make his way to the center of the deck. Slowly, cautiously, the green-eyed teen sat down, mindful of his healing ribs and bruises. Thankfully Piper had a Healing Crystal on her or Aerrow would still be in bed with broken bones. Stork sighed; he should ‘still’ be in bed.

The Condor was quiet and everyone should be fast asleep, or so he hoped. Checking the radars and sensors for any danger Stork decided it was safe enough to leave the Condor on autopilot while he went to talk with Aerrow. He took only a handful of steps before his usual paranoia crept up on him. Black eyes closed tightly, ‘I need to be strong. I need to be strong.’ Step after step, after step, he made it to the back of the bridge.

The walk to the outside deck was long and agonizing. Several times the Merb tripped over his own feet. When he found his way to the door leading to the outside he stopped, hand frozen on the smooth metallic doorknob. Mind frozen, stomach dropped.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. What if he gets angry? What if he doesn’t want to listen to me? I’m no good at talking to people about their problems. I have enough problems as it is! Why doesn’t Aerrow come to me and ask ME if everything’s alright?” Stork felt the beginnings of hyperventilation, and slammed a fist into the rusty old door.

“Stupid, selfish, stupid, selfish, selfish!” How was Aerrow going to listen to him if the foolish boy wouldn't listen to anyone? Willing himself to calm down, Stork leaned his back against the cool door and closed his tired eyes. Anxiety and fear washed over him in waves. He loved Aerrow, he was his leader and friend. He’d saved the Merbs life on more than one occasion and never asked for anything in return. ‘But so have I. I’ve saved this entire crew time and time again, what did I ever get in return?’

Stork wanted to vomit. Of all the times to feel pity for himself he chose now. ‘Forgive me Aerrow,’ a single tear slid down the cold green cheek of the Merb.

“I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what, Stork?” Black eyes opened abruptly to a shock of blonde hair and unforgiving blue eyes that stared mercilessly at him. Finn’s voice held very little emotion, and Stork flinched violently when the sharpshooter took a step toward him.

“I know Aerrow is out there, I saw him from the bridge. What are you doing here Stork? Aren’t you going to talk to Aerrow? Or are you going to run away, like you always do?” Blue and black bore into each other. Stork knew he shouldn't take this from Finn; who not only put Aerrow in danger time and time again, but his entire team. ‘But I can’t…’ He turned his eyes away from Finn’s livid ones and stepped away from the door.

Finn clenched his fist in fury. He wanted to pound the green coward into the wall, but he had more important things to do. It was a handful of steps until he was side-by-side the pilot. Finn didn't look at him.

“You’re a coward Stork. A fucking coward.” A quick turn of the handle and Finn walked outside, to do what Stork could not. A cool breeze rushed the green pilot who then let out a breath he didn't know he’d been holding. It was going to be a long walk back to the bridge and he had a great sinking feeling in his stomach. ‘I’m not a coward, you’re wrong Finn. I’m not. I just don’t know what to do anymore.’

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The anger Finn felt slowly melted as he spotted the red head, deeply entwined in his own thoughts. Aerrow was dressed for bed in his striped blue and white pajamas, probably forced on him by Piper. The night air was fairly mild, and Finn was sure that his friend would be safe from getting a cold tonight. ‘One less thing to worry about,’ Finn thought.

Aerrow was spread eagle on the deck of the ship, taking shallow breaths due to the injured ribs, and frowning ever so slightly.

“I know you’re there Finn, no one could mistake your footsteps, you make enough noise to put an army of Snipes to shame.” The sharpshooter wrinkled his nose.

“Do not,” a soft, painful chuckle.

“Yes you do, you just never take any notice.”

“That's because I only notice important things, like-,”

“How your favorite little food joint started using processed cheese instead of real melted cheddar on your chili cheese dog?” For some reason Finn felt truly insulted, ‘if it wasn’t Aerrow, they would so have a broken nose.’

“Actually Aerrow, I do notice important things. Or I wouldn't be out here now.” It was meant to come out as snide as it had, and it had certainly gotten his leaders attention. Aerrow rolled painfully and far too quickly, his upper torso turned toward his blonde companion, green eyes blazed. Finn almost took a step back from the sheer hostility in those eerily haunted eyes.

“You have no reason to be here Finn. Leave. Me. Alone,” the last three words were punctuated and forced out in a croaky growl. Finn would have none of that, he felt the heat in his cheeks and made fists so hard his fingernails were sure to draw blood. The red head saw the rage on Finn’s face; he forced his tired body into a standing position, gasping slightly in pain. Regrettably he was too slow, but the blow he’d been expecting never came. Instead, warm hands gripped his wrists tightly.

“What the hell is your problem Aerrow?” The older Storm Hawk’s face was getting a little too close to Aerrows to be comfortable. He swore he could feel the anger emanating from the taller teen, and tried unsuccessfully to break free. Finn’s grip was scarily tight, his wrists were protesting madly under the pressure.

“What gives you the right?” Finn started, shaking. In rage, confusion, or fear, Aerrow couldn't tell. “What gives you the right to act as though nothings wrong? Do you even know what you’re doing to this crew? Do you?” The blondes voice escalated, and his captor turned to stare blankly into dark abyss of the night sky.

“What do you want Finn?” Defeated, Finn thought. That's how his friend sounded; it did nothing to ease his furious state.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong! I want you to tell me why you have been acting like a ‘bitch’ for weeks now! Why Radarr is afraid of you, why Stork looks at you like he’s never seen you before. Why Piper…why Piper cries all the time.” Finn’s facial features softened in the slightest when he mentioned Piper. Emerald eyes turned swiftly to meet sapphire.

“It’s none of her business, or yours! Stop being so damn nosey and let me do what I want!” Aerrow felt like he was going to vomit. His ribs stung ferociously, and his head pounded. The two hours of sleep he’d gotten in the last four days began to take a major strain on his body. Finns now crushing grip on his wrists did nothing to alleviate any of his pain. Both gazes held each other. There was strangeness in the sharpshooter’s eyes, a kind of strangeness that Aerrow couldn’t place. Haunted, eerie, and crazed. When Finn spoke, the timbre of his voice turned husky, his breaths deep. Blue eyes looked straight through his leaders. Abruptly aware of the position they were in. Aerrow realized just how close Finn’s body was to his own.

“You have no idea how much I want you Aerrow.” The red haired teen’s heart stopped. He swore it did.

“What?”

“I’m so angry Aerrow, so angry,” Finns breathing was labored and shaky. Aerrow panicked further.

“Wait. Wait Finn. You don't know what you’re talking about; you need to calm down buddy. Calm-,” Aerrow didn't know exactly what happened next, but he remembered pain flaring from his ribs, and his breath being knocked out of him. He tried to scream out in agony, but it only came out as a chocked cry. There was a warm body on top of him and he was lying on his back on the cold floor of the deck. His mind registered Finn’s voice screaming at him, but it took a good fifteen seconds before he could make out any words, “-a fucking tease!” ‘What?!”

“Finn-” a sharp cough. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I saw you that day with the Dark Ace when we were helping Blister.” Green eyes widened. “That’s right Aerrow. I saw you give into that monster, how you gave up!”

“Finn you don't understand-,”

“How long have you been letting him fuck you?”

“What! Wait-,”

“Don't lie to me Aerrow! I saw how he looked at you, I saw it dammit!” The blonde pressed himself tighter to his leader, hands gripping bruised wrists to the side of the shorter teens head.

“Oh Finn...”

“I don't get it, why him? Why not me? Couldn't you just…come to me?” Finn couldn't comprehend it. All along he tried to keep it in the back of his mind, tried to keep this impossibility as far away from his thoughts as possible. In his mind however, it all seemed to make sense. Aerrows’ recent standoffish attitude, the lack of food, sleep, smiles, and fun; it all seemed to add up to that day. A good long look into those emerald eyes and he couldn't keep it in anymore. Long, salty tear tracks stained the older teens cheeks, and he smiled.

“I’m going to wash you of him Aerrow. I can’t stand seeing you tainted by filth like that, I wont have it.” Panic enveloped Aerrow’s body, and he could only stare in shock at his best friend as his wrists were gripped tightly in one of the blonde’s hands and placed over his head. Chest heaving, the red head knew in his current condition he was no match for the taller and slightly broader boy.

“No Finn! You have to stop, you’re-,” a slap. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but still stung.

“Shut up. This is for your own good. You need to get that scum’s scent off of you, and I won’t be as rough as he is, I promise.” There was sincerity in Finn’s voice; it did nothing to calm Aerrow’s nerves. ‘Oh Finn, if only I’d seen this sooner. If only I’d realized. This is my fault…’ A pair of lips descended onto his. Rough lips that definitely belonged to a man pushed into his, and for a second Aerrow had no idea what to do. So he did the only thing he knew how to do in this kind of situation, nothing. Finn’s eyes were closed lightly and the leader of the Storm Hawks noted how Finns eyelashes we almost pitch black, a huge contrast from his bright blonde hair.

A cold hand on his neck surprised Aerrow out of his reverie, brushing lightly against his collarbone before finding the buttons on his pajama top. To the red head it all seemed so surreal, and frightening. Especially when the other’s arousal was so obvious. ‘Oh Atmos, oh Atmos, oh Atmos…’ A warm slick tongue probed his mouth for entrance, and he dubiously gave in. Buttons were undone, and a cool hand began to explore a bit more intimately. Aerrow froze. Something wasn’t right. This was Finn, his good friend, and his teammate. He might be irresponsible, and juvenile at the most inappropriate of times, but he wasn't a rapist! The blonde was a kind, warm-hearted guy. He loved Piper, and he deserved her love.

Gathering as much strength as he could while the other was distracted, Aerrow ripped his hands from Finn’s grip and landed a hard blow to the side of the blondes’ head. Finn let out a sharp cry as Aerrow proceeded to push away from his friend, successfully climbing out from under the teen and pushing off his feet as fast as he could. Ribs protested madly, but Aerrow ignored it in favor of running to the nearest door to get inside the Condor. Behind him he heard a scream of rage and the loud footfall of his attacker. Aerrow pushed himself to move faster. A sharp pull on his pajama top sent him sprawling to the hard deck. He only had a split second until he felt the weight of the larger body was once again on top of his own. A hand mercilessly fisted in hair, and pulled his head up to meet unnatural thin rings of deep blue and wide black pupils.

“F…Finn. What’s wrong with you? Please-,” A sharp yank.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?!” Finn’s voice took on a psychotic edge. “I’m trying to help you ungrateful whore! Why don’t you understand?” Aerrow couldn't stop body from shaking.

“Well…I’ll just have to teach you the hard way I guess.” Finn didn't sound very disappointed; Aerrow closed his eyes and prepared himself for the impending assault.

Suddenly the grip on his hair disappeared, and the body gone. Aerrow opened his eyes to see a livid Finn being held back by a barely struggling Junko.

“Let me go you asshole! He belongs to me! He’s mine! No one’s going to take him away from me. Aerrow-!” He wasn’t sure what Junko did, but Finn was out, and deep asleep. Junko laid his best friend gently on the deck before he cautiously paced over to the traumatized Aerrow, who was sure he looked a wreck. The striped nightshirt was undone, his hair in disarray, and multiple bruises covered his body. The Wallop looked so lost as he stared at his broken leader, tears in his eyes. He reached down to help the red head up but stopped when the teen violently flinched away.

“Aerrow I’m so sorry. I should have been watching Finn more closely. I didn't mean for this to happen, I had no idea he would even go this far. I’ve been a terrible friend. I’m so sorry.” The large, but kind Wallop hung his head in shame. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Aerrow took in a deep breath and tightened the torn nightshirt around his malnourished frame. The silence that hung around the pair was stressful and awkward. Weary green eyes took in the Wallop standing before him, and quickly glanced to the unconscious Finn on the deck floor. Aerrow’s frightened expression vacillated.

“It’s okay Junko, I don't blame you. But I am worried about Finn, Is he going to be okay?” Junko’s face brightened only slightly.

“Oh yeah, I just put my Super Awesome Wallop Sleeper move on him, he’ll wake up in a couple of hours.” Aerrow was relieved. Although he knew the Wallop could never hurt his own best friend, it would have killed him to know that Junko had hurt Finn on his behalf.

“Are you okay? Can you get up?” The ache in his ribs had worsened from that last attack, but Aerrow braced himself to stand anyway. Halfway up his knees buckled and the red head went sprawling towards the deck in pain. Junko noticed this and rushed forward to catch his leader.

“Okay, maybe not so good,” black eyes scrunched in amusement.

“Thanks Junko. Just give me a moment and I’ll be up and running in no time.” In a rush the larger teen picked up his fallen leader, arms gently positioned under his shoulders and legs.

“Nope, I don't think so. It’s about time someone else played the hero.”

“What about Finn? You can’t just leave him out here!” Junko rolled his eyes.

“C’mon Aerrow, I think Finn will be just fine for five minutes. Now lets get you back to bed,” Junko’s tone, as soft as it sounded, held no room for argument. With a final look to the peacefully sleeping Finn, Aerrow closed his eyes and tried to relax in the Strongman’s care.

“Hey Junko? You don't think you could give me one of your Super Awesome Wallop Sleeper holds too?” Junko let out a hearty laugh. Aerrow sighed, he hadn’t been joking.

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Junko wasted no time in tucking his hurt leader into bed with newly wrapped ribs and an ice pack. He tried his best to console Aerrow, but his leader just smiled at him.

“Forget about it Junko, the less we talk about it, the easier it will be. So let’s just pretend it didn't happen, okay?”

How could Junko say no to Aerrow, whose eyes were so sad and full of despair. Lately he’d been looking out for Finn. His best friend was important too, and the problems he’d been carrying seemed more prevalent then Aerrows’. Or, he thought they were. Junko closed the door to Aerrow’s room and let out a long sigh. ‘Oh well, might as well check on Stork too.’

A quick check of the bridge showed the autopilot to be on, but the helmsman was nowhere to be found. ‘Huh, that's strange. Maybe Stork finally decided to get some sleep.’ The Merb had been acting strange as well; the bags under his eyes grew darker everyday.

Junko made his way back to the deck. Finn was just as he left him, deep asleep. He should have never taken his eyes off his best friend, should have known something like this could happen. There was something more to it, and Junko had an idea of what it was. His best friends’ obsession with their leader was something Finn would frequently discuss with him. ‘Puppy love’ was what Junko told Finn, and pointed out that it was merely sexual, as weird as that was to say. Tonight however, Junko learned that it went far deeper then simple sex.

The door leading to Finn’s room was wide open, and the light still on. Large Wallop arms placed his best friend on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. ‘Now where is it?’ Junko walked around the room, picking up papers, and rummaging through the rest of his friends items. ‘It has to be around here somewhere.’

Junko had searched all corners of Finn’s room for the elusive item. ‘If I had to hide something, where would I hide?’ Junko pondered, and after the moment of contemplation he took a long hard look at the sleeping Finn. ‘Ah ha!’

The pillow under Finn’s sleeping head was gently lifted out, and large hands slid off the clean white pillowcase. ‘Bingo!’ There was an undone seam, not two inches in length, a perfect hiding place. Thread was pulled apart so Junko could fit his hand inside the soft cotton stuffing. After a moment of digging, his hand bumped into something hard. A small silver container was retrieved. Junko’s eyes saddened, ‘oh Finn, what am I going to do with you?’

Inside the container were at least twenty small white pills, made from a very illegal crystal. How Finn got a hold of such things Junko didn't want to know. He did know however, that it was not going to happen again. Gripping the pill canister tightly, he made his way back to the deck of the ship.

The air was cooler he noted, and did nothing to faze the brawny Wallop. Standing over to the edge of the deck he pulled open the container and proceeded to crush the pills in his hand. White dusty particles swirled in the wind for but a moment, before they vanished completely.

Junko was going to give it a few days before he brought this up to Aerrow, and hopefully the rest of the crew. He could not watch his best friend do this to himself, nor could he stand by idly and witness the leader of the Storm Hawks drown. After he made up his mind, Junko trekked back up to Finn’s room, intent on being there when he woke up.

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The next day, Aerrow disappeared.

END CHAPTER 3

So Finn’s got himself a bit of a drug problem. I know I’ve only touch upon it a bit, but it will come up and be explained in later chapters.

Next Chapter: Dark Ace and Aerrow! The shocking truth behind Aerrow’s mysterious disappearance into Cyclonia, I have a feeling you’re going to be surprised.
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