Hey hey everyone! The fan-fic bug has bitten me hard; I'm trying my hand
at an idea that's been kicking around in my head for a while. You'll have
to put up with me for the first chapter, I want to get all the descriptive
stuff out of the way so I can get on to the important stuff. This is a
total warm-fuzzy fluff piece, created mostly for me and the only other
active Mal/Wing fan I know of, Darkness Queen, lol. I'll probably include
some Duke and Tanya too, so don't worry, I know a lot of people like to see
them together. I know it's a little early for a Christmas-related story,
but by the time I get around to that part of the story it may BE Christmas
for the rest of us. Thanks so much for your input Jess, it really means a
lot! So sit back, relax, give a good stretch, and I hope you enjoy, 'cause
here we go . . .
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks, as you're all aware . . . blah blah blah . . .
Snow began to settle back down around the wheels of the Aerowing as the engines cut. The blessed silence of the snow-covered mountains greeted the Ducks as they alighted from their ship. Silent, until the youngest Duck took up his non-stop chatter once again.
"Can you believe it guys? I mean, two weeks without Phil! Two weeks with zero publicity stunts! Two weeks to do nothing but sleep in, have snow ball fights, ski, anything!"
His teammates shared a glance and a collective chuckle, rolling their eyes. His youthful excitement was catching however; each of them had plans for this getaway. They had planned it for months and this was a well- earned vacation. Wildwing shook his head as he watched his younger brother dance in a circle, kicking up snow in his excitement. He was glad to see him happy, the whole team was happy; it had been pretty touch and go there a year ago. Dragaunus had finally been defeated, but his downfall had not gone as planned. They had tracked down the Raptor and a fight had ensued between the Ducks and the Saurians, but there had been some damage to the ship. The lizards had gotten scared when it became apparent that they were rapidly losing, as usual, but when they tried to escape in the Raptor there had been too much damage and it exploded, destroying both their enemies and their only hope of getting back to their beloved and much-missed Puckworld. It had been pretty rough on them but they had not given up hope, and Tanya worked endlessly to figure out how they could jump dimensions.
He stepped off the ramp, taking in what was before him and nodded his approval. The structure in front of him, nestled in the mountainside, looked just as they had designed it. Yes, it was perfect. They had been sorely in need of a place to get away, so pooling their earnings they chose a location and designed their retreat. They had easily agreed that they wanted snow (Anaheim, while nice, was seriously lacking in that department) so they looked elsewhere. Standing two stories high, it still retained the look of a log cabin, promising warmth and comfort to the weary team. Though they had not seen the interior, they had spared no expense and he knew it would be modern and comfortable inside, just as they had wanted. He nodded again. Perfect.
Wildwing laughed as he ducked just in time to dodge the snowball Nosedive had thrown his way. He was about to retaliate when he saw that someone else had already done so, apparently an unsuspecting Mallory had been Nosedive's first victim. She had tossed him face-first into the snow and was now sitting on his struggling form. There was no heat to her retaliation, as there sometimes was, for this time she was laughing, just as ready to let go as the rest of them.
"Alright Mallory, I think he's learned his lesson," he said chuckling, "we have a ton of things to move in here, let's all grab an armful and go see how it looks inside."
Nosedive sprung up as Mallory released her prey, none the worse for wear, and started grabbing duffels and boxes with the rest of them. Each was as excited as the others, like kids at Christmas. In fact, this was almost a giant Christmas present to themselves, for in a week's time it would be that most-looked forward to human holiday. Wildwing smiled when he thought of what he had planned for the rest of them. So proud at how they had handled themselves after the disappointment over not being able to go home, he had decided to take the opportunity to reward them each with a gift. The boxes he carried with him to the front door contained his purchases, carefully selected in hopes of making it's recipient happy. He glanced down at the seemingly innocent box on top of the pile he was carrying. He had big plans for this particular gift, and was glad everyone was too distracted to notice the holes cut into the sides near the top of the box. Smiling both in anticipation of playing Santa and in seeing their new home away from the Pond, he and the others hurriedly followed Tanya as she unlocked the door and led them inside.
They jostled for the best position, but as each finally looked up they were stopped in their tracks, all chatter dropping away. It was stunning. They were in a large entry-way, in front of them was a huge, gorgeously designed staircase leading to the second level where their rooms were located. To their left was a large doorframe leading to the living room and jaws dropped at the fireplace that ran the length of one wall. Chairs so big and comfy you could lose yourself in them were placed in front of the fireplace, in perfect position to warm up after being outside or curling up with a book. A thoughtful worker had placed logs in the fire just waiting for someone to strike a match. As one, their heads collectively turned to the right and they took in the kitchen. It had been painted in soft, warm colors served to highlight the beauty of the butcher- block tops for the island, counters, and table for six. At the back of the house they knew they would find the work-out room they hadn't felt they could completely do without, and off the kitchen would be a large mudroom to store all their outside gear and equipment. Polished wood flooring ran under their feet, and here and there were cheerful area rugs to keep them warm. The ceilings had been kept low to preserve that cozy, cabin-y feel, and warmly stained wooden beams crossed above their heads. Duke's low whistle was the first sound to disturb the silence.
"It looked great on paper, but dis is fantastic!" came his distinctive New York-ish accent.
With a smile, their leader announced, "Troops! Move in!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mallory trudged upstairs for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Why did I bring so many clothes?" she muttered to herself once again. "Oh well, at least no one can say I'm under prepared."
Topping the stairs, she looked to her right at the sliding doors that led out to the second floor balcony. An overhang sheltered it from the worst of the cold, but what held her attention was the large, inset Jacuzzi steaming gently in the centre. Steps leading progressively deeper into the water promised a very relaxing experience. Smiling in anticipation of when she'd get to try it out, she continued left down the hall. She passed Nosedive's room, suppressing a laugh when she remembered something Wildwing had told her. Upon finalizing the architect's plans, Wildwing had noticed the size of the entertainment system Nosedive had ordered. Unbeknownst to Nosedive, his room was now soundproof to the rest of the house. As far as she knew he was likely already holed up in there with his video games and music, ruining his eardrums and not theirs for once.
Next were Tanya and Grin's rooms. Their doors were closed also, but this was because they had flown back to the nearest town to stock up on groceries. Passing the bathroom she and Tanya shared Mallory reached her own doorway, but movement in the room across the hall caught her attention. Toeing open the half closed door, she peeked inside.
"Wildwing?" she called.
Just as she looked up, he quickly hid behind his back what he had been looking at and tried not to look suspicious. Recognizing a secret when she saw one, she eagerly pounced.
"Hey! What's that behind your back?" Approaching nearer, she tried to circle behind him to see. He only smiled and continued to keep his front to her.
"A surprise," he said.
"I like surprises," she quipped, as her attempts to peek kept failing.
"If it wasn't supposed to remain a surprise for a while I wouldn't have hidden it behind my back, now would I?" he teased right back.
Scowling in frustration, she tried another tactic: distraction. "This is a really nice room." And it was, now that she had taken a moment to really look. Too tall for a queen, Wing had to go with a king sized bed, and he had chosen a plain, dark navy duvet. Hunter green, white, and black accents were scattered around the room, contrasting nicely with the light pine all his furniture was constructed from. Not taking his eyes from her as she had hoped, he continued to smile that mysterious smile.
"Thanks. I like it too."
She tried to peek behind him one last time, but the large box she was holding slowed her down. Recognizing defeat as he easily sidestepped her, she gave in. He laughed at the glare she sent his way as she left the room. He thought he heard her mutter something about clothes as he gently closed the door behind her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dinner that evening consisted of pre-made pizzas, for no one felt like putting much effort into the meal. They spent hours sitting around the table, telling jokes and sharing their favourite memories of Puckworld from before they knew each other. Tired from the long day, they soon decided to call it a night. Wrapped in a towel, fresh from her shower, Mallory padded softly into her room as she dried her hair. Pulling on panties and her favourite camisole, she smiled as she always did when she saw the words on the front that were written in bright red lettering: 'Heaven doesn't want me, but Hell's afraid I'll take over!' Snuggling under the deep red duvet that somehow didn't clash with her hair, she took in the room before her. She absolutely adored it, the oversize furniture, the darkly stained wood, the deep reds, everything. In two words it was plush and sumptuous. Too tired to rise to close the heavy drapes that would have surrounded her bed like a cozy nest, she closed her eyes.
Several thoughts floated through her mind before she drifted off. The first, was how darn happy she was feeling. The five ducks she shared this house with were no longer just her teammates, but her family. The transition had been gradual, but now she could not imagine her life without them in it. This thought led her to zero in on one particular team member. Just what was Wildwing hiding in his room? And what did that look she kept seeing in his eyes lately mean?
TBC. . . Any comments are welcome! : )
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks, as you're all aware . . . blah blah blah . . .
Snow began to settle back down around the wheels of the Aerowing as the engines cut. The blessed silence of the snow-covered mountains greeted the Ducks as they alighted from their ship. Silent, until the youngest Duck took up his non-stop chatter once again.
"Can you believe it guys? I mean, two weeks without Phil! Two weeks with zero publicity stunts! Two weeks to do nothing but sleep in, have snow ball fights, ski, anything!"
His teammates shared a glance and a collective chuckle, rolling their eyes. His youthful excitement was catching however; each of them had plans for this getaway. They had planned it for months and this was a well- earned vacation. Wildwing shook his head as he watched his younger brother dance in a circle, kicking up snow in his excitement. He was glad to see him happy, the whole team was happy; it had been pretty touch and go there a year ago. Dragaunus had finally been defeated, but his downfall had not gone as planned. They had tracked down the Raptor and a fight had ensued between the Ducks and the Saurians, but there had been some damage to the ship. The lizards had gotten scared when it became apparent that they were rapidly losing, as usual, but when they tried to escape in the Raptor there had been too much damage and it exploded, destroying both their enemies and their only hope of getting back to their beloved and much-missed Puckworld. It had been pretty rough on them but they had not given up hope, and Tanya worked endlessly to figure out how they could jump dimensions.
He stepped off the ramp, taking in what was before him and nodded his approval. The structure in front of him, nestled in the mountainside, looked just as they had designed it. Yes, it was perfect. They had been sorely in need of a place to get away, so pooling their earnings they chose a location and designed their retreat. They had easily agreed that they wanted snow (Anaheim, while nice, was seriously lacking in that department) so they looked elsewhere. Standing two stories high, it still retained the look of a log cabin, promising warmth and comfort to the weary team. Though they had not seen the interior, they had spared no expense and he knew it would be modern and comfortable inside, just as they had wanted. He nodded again. Perfect.
Wildwing laughed as he ducked just in time to dodge the snowball Nosedive had thrown his way. He was about to retaliate when he saw that someone else had already done so, apparently an unsuspecting Mallory had been Nosedive's first victim. She had tossed him face-first into the snow and was now sitting on his struggling form. There was no heat to her retaliation, as there sometimes was, for this time she was laughing, just as ready to let go as the rest of them.
"Alright Mallory, I think he's learned his lesson," he said chuckling, "we have a ton of things to move in here, let's all grab an armful and go see how it looks inside."
Nosedive sprung up as Mallory released her prey, none the worse for wear, and started grabbing duffels and boxes with the rest of them. Each was as excited as the others, like kids at Christmas. In fact, this was almost a giant Christmas present to themselves, for in a week's time it would be that most-looked forward to human holiday. Wildwing smiled when he thought of what he had planned for the rest of them. So proud at how they had handled themselves after the disappointment over not being able to go home, he had decided to take the opportunity to reward them each with a gift. The boxes he carried with him to the front door contained his purchases, carefully selected in hopes of making it's recipient happy. He glanced down at the seemingly innocent box on top of the pile he was carrying. He had big plans for this particular gift, and was glad everyone was too distracted to notice the holes cut into the sides near the top of the box. Smiling both in anticipation of playing Santa and in seeing their new home away from the Pond, he and the others hurriedly followed Tanya as she unlocked the door and led them inside.
They jostled for the best position, but as each finally looked up they were stopped in their tracks, all chatter dropping away. It was stunning. They were in a large entry-way, in front of them was a huge, gorgeously designed staircase leading to the second level where their rooms were located. To their left was a large doorframe leading to the living room and jaws dropped at the fireplace that ran the length of one wall. Chairs so big and comfy you could lose yourself in them were placed in front of the fireplace, in perfect position to warm up after being outside or curling up with a book. A thoughtful worker had placed logs in the fire just waiting for someone to strike a match. As one, their heads collectively turned to the right and they took in the kitchen. It had been painted in soft, warm colors served to highlight the beauty of the butcher- block tops for the island, counters, and table for six. At the back of the house they knew they would find the work-out room they hadn't felt they could completely do without, and off the kitchen would be a large mudroom to store all their outside gear and equipment. Polished wood flooring ran under their feet, and here and there were cheerful area rugs to keep them warm. The ceilings had been kept low to preserve that cozy, cabin-y feel, and warmly stained wooden beams crossed above their heads. Duke's low whistle was the first sound to disturb the silence.
"It looked great on paper, but dis is fantastic!" came his distinctive New York-ish accent.
With a smile, their leader announced, "Troops! Move in!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mallory trudged upstairs for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Why did I bring so many clothes?" she muttered to herself once again. "Oh well, at least no one can say I'm under prepared."
Topping the stairs, she looked to her right at the sliding doors that led out to the second floor balcony. An overhang sheltered it from the worst of the cold, but what held her attention was the large, inset Jacuzzi steaming gently in the centre. Steps leading progressively deeper into the water promised a very relaxing experience. Smiling in anticipation of when she'd get to try it out, she continued left down the hall. She passed Nosedive's room, suppressing a laugh when she remembered something Wildwing had told her. Upon finalizing the architect's plans, Wildwing had noticed the size of the entertainment system Nosedive had ordered. Unbeknownst to Nosedive, his room was now soundproof to the rest of the house. As far as she knew he was likely already holed up in there with his video games and music, ruining his eardrums and not theirs for once.
Next were Tanya and Grin's rooms. Their doors were closed also, but this was because they had flown back to the nearest town to stock up on groceries. Passing the bathroom she and Tanya shared Mallory reached her own doorway, but movement in the room across the hall caught her attention. Toeing open the half closed door, she peeked inside.
"Wildwing?" she called.
Just as she looked up, he quickly hid behind his back what he had been looking at and tried not to look suspicious. Recognizing a secret when she saw one, she eagerly pounced.
"Hey! What's that behind your back?" Approaching nearer, she tried to circle behind him to see. He only smiled and continued to keep his front to her.
"A surprise," he said.
"I like surprises," she quipped, as her attempts to peek kept failing.
"If it wasn't supposed to remain a surprise for a while I wouldn't have hidden it behind my back, now would I?" he teased right back.
Scowling in frustration, she tried another tactic: distraction. "This is a really nice room." And it was, now that she had taken a moment to really look. Too tall for a queen, Wing had to go with a king sized bed, and he had chosen a plain, dark navy duvet. Hunter green, white, and black accents were scattered around the room, contrasting nicely with the light pine all his furniture was constructed from. Not taking his eyes from her as she had hoped, he continued to smile that mysterious smile.
"Thanks. I like it too."
She tried to peek behind him one last time, but the large box she was holding slowed her down. Recognizing defeat as he easily sidestepped her, she gave in. He laughed at the glare she sent his way as she left the room. He thought he heard her mutter something about clothes as he gently closed the door behind her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dinner that evening consisted of pre-made pizzas, for no one felt like putting much effort into the meal. They spent hours sitting around the table, telling jokes and sharing their favourite memories of Puckworld from before they knew each other. Tired from the long day, they soon decided to call it a night. Wrapped in a towel, fresh from her shower, Mallory padded softly into her room as she dried her hair. Pulling on panties and her favourite camisole, she smiled as she always did when she saw the words on the front that were written in bright red lettering: 'Heaven doesn't want me, but Hell's afraid I'll take over!' Snuggling under the deep red duvet that somehow didn't clash with her hair, she took in the room before her. She absolutely adored it, the oversize furniture, the darkly stained wood, the deep reds, everything. In two words it was plush and sumptuous. Too tired to rise to close the heavy drapes that would have surrounded her bed like a cozy nest, she closed her eyes.
Several thoughts floated through her mind before she drifted off. The first, was how darn happy she was feeling. The five ducks she shared this house with were no longer just her teammates, but her family. The transition had been gradual, but now she could not imagine her life without them in it. This thought led her to zero in on one particular team member. Just what was Wildwing hiding in his room? And what did that look she kept seeing in his eyes lately mean?
TBC. . . Any comments are welcome! : )
