Sanders Sides One Shots

To the Skies Part 2 (Logicality)

In a society full of winged people, Character A was born without wings. So, they've invented a pair of fully functional wings (out of magic feathers, steampunk technology, magic technology, etc.) and Character A wants their best friend, Character B, to help teach them how to fly.

*Logan's POV*

"But I- I'm not very good at flying. Why would you want me to teach you?" Patton stammered, presumably taken aback by my statement.

"Because I trust you." I replied simply with a small smile. "And you are good at flying. You've never fallen." He pointed out.

"Alright. You're always right anyway." Patton shrugged and grinned. "Aren't you excited?! The wing harness could finally be done!"

"I have been looking forward to this day." I nodded contentedly. "I should probably get to work on the wings now, so you can teach me to fly tomorrow morning."

"Don't we have a project over the weekend though?" He tilted his head.

"I've already finished it." I adjusted my necktie out of subconscious habit. "But I don't believe you have?"

"No, I haven't." Patton couldn't quite keep the sadness out of his voice. I looked up at him, his tone causing a trickle of guilt to flow through me.

"I could help you finish yours tomorrow morning, and then we could do some flying in the afternoon or Sunday?" I suggested.

"Sounds good! Besides the project, I'm free that day, so would you wanna go out to lunch or something? I'm not the best cook, and I doubt you'd want cereal for two consecutive meals." Patton asked.

"That would be pleasant, going out to lunch." I specified and nodded. "I should go home and work on my wings before tomorrow morning."

He nodded. "I should probably get going, too. Do you wanna meet me at the elm tree tomorrow?"

"Sure. I'll see you then, Patton." I waved goodbye and began to walk away, turning my head so that I could still see him.

"Bye, Logan!" Patton flapped his white, feathery wings and took off. I knew I didn't have to be jealous anymore.

>>Time skip to the next day>>

*Patton's POV*

"Patton? Are you here?" Logan's tentative voice sounded from on the ground. I flew down to the ground and gasped.

I hadn't expected Logan's wing harness to look so... real.

Brown feathers curved elegantly into a wing that resembled an eagle's wing. The only thing that made the wings look like a harness were the straps.

"Logan, they're beautiful." I sighed. "How'd you connect it to your brain?"

"I put the 'connector' in your terms in my glasses as a small chip. It's connected to the wings because each harness strap has a complimentary one." He explained and then smiled. "Your idea worked perfectly."

"Thanks, Logan." I smiled bashfully.

"I should probably help you with your project. I've brought mine as well so we can compare." Logan held up some papers and tucked his wings in. The movement was a bit choppy, but only because Logan wasn't used to the movement. I could tell because he scrunched up his face during the process.

"I can help you with the wing movements later. It's tricky at first, I know." I sit on the ground and take out my half finished project.

"Can I read it?" He asked. I nodded and almost reluctantly handed the papers to him because of the topic I chose to write. He almost immediately flushed red.

"The incident you wrote about was when you first met me?" Logan looked at me.

"Um, yeah?" I didn't know what other way the situation was supposed to play out. I averted my eyes and looked at the ground. "I just don't want the moral to be cliché or anything, which is what I'm having trouble on."

"You could do the butterfly effect." He suggested. I looked back up. Logan mentioned butterflies. I liked butterflies.

"The what? Butterflies sound cool." I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes, butterflies are 'cool', but the butterfly effect is often used to describe the reason weather reports are often wrong. It essentially states that even the most infinitesimal detail, like the flap of a butterfly's wings, could, in the future, completely dramatically change the sequence of how events play out." Logan used air quotes along the word 'cool'. It was kind of funny hearing him use the word.

"You said 'cool'! That's something I never thought I'd hear you say!" I giggled. Logan's face flushed just the slightest shade of red. I decided not to press any further. "The butterfly effect sounds like a good thing to write about."

"I'm, uh, glad you think so, Patton." Logan stammered in a reply. I grinned and wrote the essay.

Maybe two hours had passed before I was done. "Sorry that took so long, Logan! I'm really glad you helped me with that. I'm sure it would have taken me a lot longer otherwise."

"A favor for a favor." Logan shrugged. "I helped you with your project and you teach me how to fly."

As if to emphasize a point he hadn't made about not being able to fly, he awkwardly moved the artificial wings he had created. It looked unnatural, partly because it was, but partly because it was so foreign to him. I'm sure Logan had dreamed of wings forever, but actually having them is probably a whole different story.

"Well, you have to fully embody the wings. If you don't think of them as an extension of your shoulder blades, you'll never get off the ground." I explain. My wings move slightly with my arms, I noticed, almost self consciously.

Logan nodded and tried again. His wings still moved a bit erratically, but it was much better than before. He still looked a bit frustrated that he couldn't get it right, though.

I smiled and took a step closer to him. "Here." I said before running my hands along his wings. Logan stiffened as I did so. "Do you feel that?"

He swallowed and nodded. His wings slowly but smoothly spread out until they were fully outstretched.  "Remember that feeling." I nod and take a step back.

*Logan's POV*

Patton takes off into the sky nearly faster than I can comprehend. The blades of grass quiver from the force of his wings. I stare in flustered amazement for a few moments before it occurs to me that I should take off after him.

I, strangely enough, don't think about doing it. Just the want of me being up there with him is enough to propel me off of the ground. Within the span of five seconds, I'm flying next to Patton in the air.

"I would like to not forget this feeling." I say.

The only sounds there are around us are the sounds of our wings beating and the wing. It blows Patton's hair, making it look like brush strokes on a canvas. A sudden gust of wind blew us into each other's arms. We both flush a certain shade of pink.

Patton giggles and looks into my eyes. "I wouldn't like to forget this, either."

Sorry this took so long, school got unexpectedly difficult and busy.