A promise for everything you never found...

Mikey cried out in pain and his eyes shot open. They turned gold, then black. Faint whispy lines travelled up and down his body. The scars on his stomach knitted together.

Butcher watched, convinced that he'd killed Mikey. "Mikey? Can you hear me?"

Dazedly, Mikey sat up. "You did it..." He whispered, swaying slightly.

Butcher hugged him, "I thought I killed you. I have no idea what I just did."

Mikey hugged him back. "Whatever you did, it worked. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Butcher thought a moment. "Nothing weird will happen now that you have some of my blood inside you right?"

Mikey gasped. "I'm going to turn into a vampire!" He paused a bit. "Nah, just kidding. As long as you don't have something crazy inside you, I should be fine. Speaking of crazy, what was that crash I heard earlier?"

"Me slamming into the door," Butcher mumbled.

Mikey laughed. "I'm guessing we'll work on landing in our next flying lesson?"

"Yeah," Butcher shrugged. "I think I almost broke my nose."

"Aww..." Before he could think about it, Mikey leant in and kissed it. "There. All better."

Butcher considered saying 'thank you Momma Bird' but decided to just grin at Mikey instead.

Mikey flushed and smiled back. "C'mon, let's go and get some food."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Butcher headed towards the door.

"I'm never ok, Andrew." His voice floated back. "But this is quite close."

We'll see about that. Butcher smiled and hurried to catch up.

Mikey rounded the corner to the kitchen. "Usual." He said with a smile. "Andrew?"

"Just a sandwich again. I'm not that hungry," Butcher scratched his arm.

Mikey rolled his eyes and padded down the hallway, wings trailing behind him. "It feels good to be me again." He said quietly.

You scared the crap out of me. He frowned slightly as he started walking again. "I should probably read more." More homework.

Mikey laughed. "Or you could pick it up as you go along." He suggested. "Nick was never one for reading. You healers all seem the same."

"That I could do unless there's an instuctional DVD," Butcher chuckled.

Mikey snorted. "As far as the world of technology is concerned, we don't exist." They walked up to their usual table, where two young Avians were sitting. "Scram."

"Too bad. I hope I can heal better than I can fly then." Butcher replayed his latest crash in his head.

Mikey watched the younger creatures scramble away and dropped languidly into a chair. "Nick always said it was a matter of believing in yourself. You didn't have anyone to teach you. Neither did I."

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