Author's note. This was written by me and Mrs Bumblebee, we all everyone likes it.

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Petrie and his friends were laughing and playing a fun game of tag and Petrie was it. He flew up into the air and dove after each of his friends that came his way until he finally caught Cera by lightly landing on his nose horn.

"You it Cera," Petrie giggled and flew around at their level so he could be chased too.

Cera laughed and started chasing everyone else.

"Can't catch me, nope, nope," Ducky laughed as she ducked under a log and continued running.

"Watch me," teased Cera in a mock fierce voice.

They all laughed at this, unaware of the approaching danger. High above them, a flying Sharptooth was hovering. While the Great Valley was safe from Sharpteeth that walked and swam, they weren't so protected against the flying kind. Hatchlings still needed to be guarded least they be spirited away.

Littlefoot was it after a while and he was chasing spike when he realised a dark shadow pass over them. He stopped and looked up and gasped.

"Sharptooth!" Littlefoot yelled when he saw the flyer diving at them.

The kids screamed and ran to hide.

Unfortunately, the Sharptooth spotted them and swooped down.

They all screamed louder and tried to run faster. At a cry from Littlefoot, they all headed for a large tree stump that had a large hole, making it a good place to hide. But the Sharptooth was coming closer and closer with Ducky lagging behind.

Petrie cried out when he saw she was having trouble. He flew back and nudged her forward until she was close enough to one of the others to climb on and ride. But unfortunately for Petrie he was now lagging behind.

With a screech, the Sharptooth put on an extra burst of speed and suddenly, its claws were wrapping themselves around Petrie.

"Ahhhh, help," he cried as he was yanked out of the air and lifted away.

"Petrie," Ducky cried in helpless horror as their friend was taken away.

The other children stopped and turned and started following, calling for help and shouting for Petrie to be let go.

"Petrie NO!" Littlefoot shouted as the Sharptooth flew over the stone walls surrounding the valley.

"Oh no, no, no," Ducky moaned, Petrie was her best friend, she couldn't stand the thought of him being hurt.

"We have to rescue him," declared Cera to which Littlefoot nodded.

"Come on, we need to get up there," he said, nodding to where the Sharptooth had disappeared.

With a pang, he realised they couldn't send their flyer friend to scout ahead. this put them at a real disadvantage but they weren't going to let that slow them down. So they all took off running after him, determined to get him back.

Petrie yelled, screamed, and cried out as the Sharptooth that had him flew in twists and turns, sharp dives, and quick pull ups. It all was scaring him and making him a little queasy.

"No, please you let Petrie go," he begged the Sharptooth who carried on flying regardless.

"I no taste very good, I'm all skin and bones," Petrie assured his captor.

"Cera always told me I'd be the last one a Sharptooth would ever go for cause I'm just too skinny."

The Sharptooth screeched back at Petrie before taking another sharp turn around a spike pillar and started heading towards a cark cave in the side of a mountain.

The Sharptooth flew inside and then landed inside a very large nest.

"Oof," Petrie said as he was dropped rather unceremoniously into the nest which was covered in dry twigs and leaves.

He looked nervously up at the Sharptooth who was staring down at him with beady eyes. Petrie scrambled up onto his feet and backs away from the Sharptooth, not really noticing he was backing up further into the cave. The Sharptooth followed him but show any signs of attacking him.

"Well, I-I, ahem," Petrie mumbled, not sure what to say or do.

Normally, when confronted with a Sharptooth, he'd be flying away. However, he was trapped in this nest so he wasn't sure what to do. He tried not to stare at the Sharptooth's rather sharp looking teeth.

Petrie felt his back hit the back of the nest and he realised he was trapped. He looked up at the Sharptooth and cried out and curled up into a ball when he saw it leaning down real close to him.

The Sharptooth sniffed Petrie and then let out a wired purring sound.

"Huh?" Petrie said confused. Why wasn't it trying to eat him?

And why did it sound like his beloved mother when she had tended to his younger brothers and sisters?

Suddenly the Sharptooth opened its beak and grabbed Petrie and pulled him closer. Petrie struggled but then stopped when it let him go and laid him down and started...preening and licking him.

"Whu?" Petrie spluttered, this was becoming stranger by the moment.

He couldn't believe it, what was going on? This Sharptooth was acting as though he was its Hatchling.

The Sharptooth made sure to be careful with Petrie's wings as it licked and cleaned them. It then made Petrie lay on his back so it could clean his front.

"Oh, oh, this is very strange," Petrie mumbled but his instinct was to lie still and let himself be cleaned.

Once the Sharptooth was done it let Petrie sit up. Suddenly another screech was heard from outside the nest. The Sharptooth that brought Petrie here turned and saw another flyer Sharptooth heading right for the cave. Petrie expected the fiery Sharptooth to attack but was surprised to see it let the new flyer in without a fuss.

Petrie ducked, trying to make himself smaller in case this Sharptooth attacked him. But it didn't do anything except greet the other who chirped in return. As they started to groom each other, he suddenly realised they must be mates.

While they were distracted Petrie decided it was a good chance to try and escape. Carefully and quietly he sneaked around the two larger fliers and got ready to fly off.

But before he could take off, he was seized from behind and dumped back into the nest. He looked sheepishly up into the two flyers faces as they glared down sternly at him. With a screech, the first one, settled down beside him and tucked him under its wing. This made it very clear that the little flyer wasn't going away.

Petrie whimpered and trembled in fear as he was held there. The second flyer leaned down and inspected him closely.

"Um, hello," Petrie said, knowing this was a male by the large red crest on its head.

The male then purred and leaned down and nuzzled Petrie. He then started gently nibbling and preening Petrie's wings just like the first one did from before. The first on Petrie suspected being the female since she didn't have any bright colouring like her mate.

Again, Petrie could only lie still as this happened. He couldn't stop himself letting out a sigh of contentment, it felt so good.

The male smiled down at him and then started acting like he was choking and gagging and then suddenly spat up half eaten fish.

"Urgh," Petrie said but the male started nudging the dead fish towards him.

Petrie stared, he wasn't used to eating any kind of meat. A few insects maybe, but never a fish.

But the female leaned down and picked up the fish and gulped it down. Petrie sighed in relief of this but then she leaned down, forced his mouth open with hers and then spat back up the fish now in a mush.

"Gah," he spluttered but his intake of breath meant the fish slid down his throat.

He gagged but couldn't bring it back up so he was left coughing. The pair looked pleased however at the fact he had swallowed it.

Petrie laid there coughing and trying to make himself gag but his stomach didn't seem too upset to make him vomit the food back up. He grumbled, he now had a rather horrible fishy taste in his mouth but he couldn't do anything about it. There were no nice berries to take away the taste. He only hoped he didn't have to eat only more of it.

But sadly luck wasn't on Petrie's side and his mouth as forced open and more fish was put in his mouth. This continued until Petrie's little belly was full and bulging. Petrie whimpered as he tried to moved but his body felt too heave to move because of the added weight in his belly.

He also felt incredibly sleepy as he always did after a big meal. Even if these two left him alone, he doubted he'd be able to fly away, he was much too heavy. Maybe that was why they'd fed him so much.

Whatever the reason, he felt his eyelids grown heavy and he started to yawn widely.

The female stopped pruning the male and turned to Petrie and then leaned closer to him and pulled him under her to keep him warm and safe. He sighed but couldn't help but snuggle close, it felt so good. All he wanted was to have a nice sleep and he did feel so comfy here. The nest felt like the one back home and though he missed his sibling's presence, he still had the feeling of a mother's warmth.

Petrie fell asleep within second and the female and male went to sleep as well.

The next morning Petrie woke to find he was alone. He was surprised about this but relived. Maybe now he could escape.

He knew his friends would likely be looking for him and he didn't want them worrying for longer than they needed to. So he carefully crept to the edge of the nest and peered over.

Not seeing either of the flyers hanging around under him and opened his wings and jumped into the air but he cried out when a huge gust of wind suddenly hit him and sent him spiralling through the air, unable to control himself.

He flapped wildly, trying to control himself but he was still sent spiralling away.

"Ahhh, help," he cried as he fell.

Petrie thought he was going to be crashed into one of the mountain sides when he was suddenly plucked from the air and carried away from any danger he may have been head towards. Petrie looked up and saw it was the male Sharptooth that saved him.

At first he felt relief but then terror as he realised he would probably be in trouble. He trembled in the male Sharptooth's grasp as he was taken back to the nest.

When they reached the nest the male put Petrie down and screeched at him angrily. Petrie trembled and backed away from him. The male hissed and growled at Petrie for a few seconds before he stopped and reached down a wing and pulled Petrie back to him with it. The male held Petrie close to his body with his wing and just sat like that.

Petrie trembled against him. What was going to happen now? Was he going to be punished? Maybe the male was waiting for his mate to get back, it was usually his mother that took care of punishment.

"Oh dear, oh dear," he murmured softly. "Petrie never been in such a mess before."

Suddenly the male leaned down and bit Petrie's beak, not hard enough to really hurt him but just enough to make his beak sting.

"Ouch," Petrie yelped, clutching his poor stinging beak.

The male then gave him a sharp nudge before going back to glaring at him sternly. The warning was clear, Petrie was not allowed to go flying.

Petrie wrapped his wings tightly around himself and looked at the male with scared eyes. Suddenly the female landed in the nest, carrying a large fish with her.

The male gave him another glare but surprisingly, didn't make any sign to the female of Petrie's crime. The female happily greeted both of them before started to tear the fish apart and gulping bits down. The male turned and joined in with the meal. Petrie moved to the back of the nest to nurse his now sore beak.

Like all chastised younglings, he was now feeling very sorry for himself. He wondered if the male was angry because he'd tried to get away or because he'd nearly been smashed against a cliff? Not that it really mattered, he'd still ended up with a sore beak. He curled up, really regretting his actions now.

The female had finished eating and looked over at Petrie and saw he was hiding in the back of the nest. She moved back there to see what was wrong and saw he was hold is beak and could see it was a little red. She reached down and picked Petrie up who squeaked from the sudden move and held him to her chest and comforted him.

Whimpering slightly, he snuggled into her warm scaly skin, needing the comfort. She screeched a question to the male and he gave a small shrug as though he didn't know. She went back to holding him close, nuzzling him gently with her beak.

Petrie nuzzled her back and he even reached up and wrapped his arms around her neck as best he could. She made a purring sound in return and even the male looked pleased at this. She rocked him slightly, offering even more comfort for his poor sore beak.

Petrie looked up at her and smiled as she leaned down and licked his beak, taking away from of the soar.

"Thank you," Petrie mumbled, feeling much better than he had before.

His beak definitely felt as sore any more, just a little twinge now.

The female purred and then started making a hacking sound and spit up fish mush inside her mouth and offer it to Petrie. Petrie didn't feel like eating it but he remembered what had happened the last time he'd refused the meal. So he opened his beak and obediently took the mush and swallowed it down. He gagged but somehow managed it.

Once he got that mouthful down the female sat Petrie back down into the nest and nuzzled him.

He smiled and couldn't help but give her back with a nuzzle of his own. The moment he'd done it, he was shocked but she seemed utterly delighted. She produced a very loud purr before starting to clean him with her beak and long tongue.

The male finished eating and came over and joined in on cleaning Petrie which made him giggle and wiggle around some because they were tickling him some with their beaks and tongues.

"Hee, hee, stop it, Petrie ticklish," the little flyer gasped but they ignored him and carried on.

Pretty soon, he'd forgotten he'd ever had a sore beak at all, or even that he didn't really like fish. This was just so nice.

The female stopped cleaning Petrie and lay down and started cleaning herself. Petrie looked over to her and walked over and started cleaning her too. She purred with pleasure and the male looked at him very approvingly. Petrie felt it was the least he could do so he carried on.

Even though he was only able to clean her wing, she easily managed the rest of herself.

He did his best with the small part he could reach, his little beak very nimble. He even managed to spot a little blood sucking bug and rid her of it. The female sighed as that pesky insect was removed. She leaned down and thanked Petrie for them and then laid back down.

Petrie checked her body for any more bugs but there didn't seem to be any. So he simply snuggled against her, enjoying the warmth. The male came over and leaned down and started to proon and check Petrie over for any bugs or anything as he laid there next to the female.

He actually found a couple that were right between Petrie's shoulder blades where he couldn't reach. He deftly plucked them off before cleaning the area they'd been in. Petrie chirped in gratitude, he hated those bugs.

Petrie lay down and smiled as he enjoyed the cleaning.

Since he spent a lot of time playing with his friends who were all grounders, he tended to pick up a lot of bugs. Most he could deal with but there was always a few he needed help with.

While he lay there Petrie actually started to think it was nice to have a mama and papa.

He'd never known his father, he'd died when he'd been an egg. And his mother had recently died and his siblings had all been adopted by other flyers. Of course, he had his friends, but still, it was nice to have parents all to himself. He now knew how Littlefoot must feel with his grandparents.

He looked up and smiled up at the female and male who were looked down at him with love and happiness in their eyes.

For Sharpteeth, they really weren't so bad. Although he did wonder why they didn't have any eggs of their own? But for the moment, he didn't care, he just snuggled against them.

Author's note. Another flyer attacks in the next chapter but what is the outcome? Find out next time, until then.