I'm rewatching the secret saturdays and thought of a wing au with them. Only the Saturday family have them and the are considered cryptids because of them.
"What do you think, what do you think?" asked Zak. "They're big enough now, right?"
"Mm," said Drew, withdrawing her measuring tape. "I don't know. We know your father's don't entirely obey the laws of physics--"
"The laws of physics that we know about right now!" corrected Doc, from inside the medical bay closet. "I have a hypothesis!"
There was a clattering sound, and his hand emerged with a gadget that looked a lot like a metal-detector wand. The rest of him took longer. Even only looking at the 'normal' portions of his body, he was tall and broad shouldered, and the closet was... Well, if they ever got another chance to remodel, Drew would be paying a lot more attention to things like door size.
What was the point of designing your home from the bottom-up if you couldn't accommodate your husband's wings?
Doc sidled out of the door, wings tucked as tightly to his back as he could make them. They were proportionally larger than Zak's were, currently, but admittedly not by much, which was part of why Zak was agitating for flying lessons. The other reason was that he'd just finished shedding his baby down, and his real flight feathers had just grown in.
"Just hold still for a moment," said Doc, adjusting a dial on the handle of the wand. He waved it over Zak's wings, stared intently at a built-in-screen, and then sighed, heavily. "That's it for that hypothesis, I suppose."
"I told you that was caused by your exposure to Dr. J's strange matter experiments."
"Zak and I were standing outside the room, when you were exposed, remember?"
"I remember," said Doc. "I really thought it'd be higher with your new feathers." He put the wand to the side. "Although, if this hypothesis was right, figuring out how we were generating those particles... I'll figure out how we work someday."
"Mhm," said Zak. "But, what I'm really interested is in how flying works. Come on, it'll be so much safer for me on the airship if I can just fly away when I fall off!"
"I don't much care for that when," said Doc.
"It's already happened a bunch," said Zak. "And Zon is allowed to fly."
"Zon is an Ornithocherius," said Doc.
"Think about how Fisk probably feels about all of this," said Drew. Like her, Fisk did not have wings. That particular quirk was limited to Saturdays by birth, and apparently went back as far as Doc could trace his family tree-- Which wasn't all that far, unfortunately.
"Oh," said Zak. He looked over his shoulders - one for his wing, one for his arm - and made an apologetic face at Fisk. "You'll still have reach on me?"
"Awan awind," said Fisk, shrugging.
"See? It's all fine," said Zak. "And it's got to be better for me to at least try to learn now, right? Like with my powers."
Drew and Doc exchanged a look.
"Alright," said Doc, finally. "But I'm setting up a jumping cushion first."
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