Saving Grace
By Silver Elf Child
A/N: Welcome, welcome to my world of of I haven't decided yet. But I do know that this story is the sequel to Knowing You'. Some of you have asked for this and trust me you are asking for it. I hope you enjoy the outcome of my insanity and many months of pondering. I hope the effort was worth the wait and up to your high expectations. You may want to pull out a box of Kleenex and maybe a teddy bear or two. This story will take you for a ride none, or at least I hope, no one will expect. So without further adieu, here is My Birthday um no that's not the title it's oh just go read the top of the page. The title is there. Stupid concussions.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks or related Characters. Pour Out the Rain' belongs to Buddy Jewel, and I Can Only Imagine' belongs to Mercy Me. I do own Terry, Anna, Little Nosedive (AKA Mac), Older Anna, George, Leila, Belegurth, Gormegil and anyone else I happened to forget. God owns me.
Recap: In the last episode, Wildwing had amnesia, met his lovely wife Terry and had two kids. He regained his memory of his old self, but forgot about his new family. Miraculously he remembers bits and pieces of his God that he had grown to love during his brief two-year marriage. With the ducks help, excluding Nosedive, who was against it, he regained his memories of his wife and kids while retaining the memories of who he was. Faced with a difficult decision, Wing stayed on Earth while the others returned to Puckworld. Now that we are all up to speed read on (please).
"Nosedive?"
"Nosedive, where are you?" sang a distant voice.
"Come out, Nosedive."
"Darn," the voice tried to sound disappointed. "I guess I just have to eat these cookies all by myself."
The sound of two tiny scurrying feet raced toward the speaker, who is Wildwing age six. The footsteps are followed by the appearance of a two year old Nosedive. He stopped in from of his brother, panting and holding out his hand. "Cookie?"
Wildwing laughed at his brother and his high expectations. As he reached into his pockets to pull out the tender morsel he warned the blond not to eat it too fast or else he would get a sugar rush and his head would hurt. Wing handed the cookie over, but was surprised to find Nosedive was missing. Wing looked around him, holding the cookie out. "Nosedive? Where did you go?"
"I wuv vu, Wingy." Nosedive's voice echoed from the dark abyss that now surrounded Wildwing.
"Nosedive, come back!"
"Bye, bye, Wingy."
"NOSEDIVE!"
Wildwing awoke in a cold sweat. The haunting image of the reoccurring nightmare continued to dance through his head. He looked around his room and recognized it to be the Pond. The good old Pond. That was the only assurance Wing needed to know that Dive wasn't two, he was twenty-one. He was safe from harm and in no danger of being kidnapped.
Wing wiped his brow and laid his head back onto his pillow. As his breath began to return to normal, as well as his heart rate, he pondered the meaning of the dream. He had been having it for years. It was always the same; Nosedive was young and naive, always looking up to him for his every need. Then he suddenly disappeared. Though Wing searched desperately for him, he cannot be found. Sometimes the dream lasted longer other times only up until the disappearance, but he was always left with that uneasy feeling. The feeling that no matter what he did or tried he could never save his brother from the lurking doom.
A scream in the night brought Wildwing's attention back to the present reality. He threw the blankets off and raced down the hall to his children's bedroom. He found Anna sobbing uncontrollably on the bed with her twin brother sound asleep next to her. His sister's outburst and cry of terror, of course, had not disturbed him.
Wing was beside his two-year-old daughter the next instant cooing soothing words. Terry was close behind holding a flashlight.
"What's wrong baby?" Terry asked.
"Don't let them hurt me," Anna pleaded, clinging to Wildwing's nightshirt.
"Who darling?" Wing asked softly.
"The Saurians," Anna wept, pulling herself closer to her father. "Daddy, don't let them take me."
"Shh, shh, no ones going to take you from me. The Saurians are dead and they can't hurt you now or ever. Daddy destroyed them long ago," Wing assured. His confidence was understandable; he had destroyed Dragaunus and the other Saurians before he had met Terry. But his conviction was not enough for Anna, who continued to sob and whimper in fear. Wing rocked back and forth, rubbing her back in hopes to remove the terror bestirring her heart. Terry joined Wing on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through Anna's tangled pale blond hair. Her brother, Mac, moved in his sleep and made an awkward noise that was a cross between a pig snort and someone gagging. The noise drew his parent's attention away from his sister and to his sprawled form.
Terry laughed at him. He was a sight to behold. Sprawling across the bed tangled in his sheets, mouth agape, and hair braided in dread locks, which Anna had weaved earlier that night. Wildwing shook his head and returned his attention to Anna while Terry shut is open mouth and straightened his sheets and positioned him into a more comfortable' configuration. Though she knew that it would do no good, he would just readjust himself as soon as she and Wing left the room.
"I never will understand where he gets this from."
"His Uncle," Wildwing said dryly. "He not only has his name, but personality, AND sleeping habits."
"I love you, Wildwing," Terry said resting her hands in her lap.
"I love you too, Terry."
"Wing, what are we going to do?"
"I'm trying my best, Terry," Wildwing sighed, cradling the now slumbering Anna.
"I know you are, Wing, but these nightmares of hers are wearing me down. I can't calm her when you're on a road trip and they seem to be getting worse whenever you are gone."
"I don't understand how she knows about the Saurians? They were destroyed long before she was born."
"And your stories about Drake Ducaine don't have Saurians in them?" Terry asked bluntly in teasing manner.
Wildwing clutched at his chest, feigning being stabbed. "Oh, oh, you wound my pride. You are an evil wife to abuse me so."
"Stop it," Terry slapped his shoulder. "You'll wake Anna."
"Oww." Wing reached up with his free hand and rubbed the offended spot.
Terry reacted to his cry of pain and rubbed his arm and hand, pleading for forgiveness. Wing forgave her by giving her a sweet kiss.
"You do know that in a few minutes my arm is going to be dead."
"So."
"If I move her, she'll wake up."
"Then don't move," Terry laughed.
"How about you lay down, and I'll hand her to you and I'll climb in on the other side?"
"What and sleep with our children! What a novel idea?" Terry teased.
"What is it with you and the incessant jokes at this time in the morning? Just call it a bonding moment."
"When they are sleeping?"
"Funny, just lie down."
Terry slid under the covers of the double sized bed before taking Anna from Wildwing. Wing got in on the other side of the bed, pulling his son closer to him. Mac reacted by swinging his arms in the air. Wing pushed his arm away and Mac repeated the motion. After another few attempts to remove the flying arm, Terry pushed it onto the pillow, where it rested. Mac just moved his leg instead to lie on his father. Wildwing gave up and left it there. Terry smiled as she stroked Anna's hair. The soothing repetitive motion helped her drift off to sleep.
Wing broke her transcending slumber when he searched beneath the covers for her hand. She snaked her left hand up and under her pillow and resting it on his. He smiled and took her hand in his right. They fell to sleep with the twins between them.
Mac woke to find his parents asleep, holding hands, in his bed. Anna was nuzzled close to her mothers' chest, clinging to her shirt. Mac rolled away from Wildwing, and untangled himself from the sheets and his father. An evil smile had crept across his beak as twisted plots enveloped his mind. Mac shook his sister and whispered her name. She slowly opened her eyes to find her brother sitting next to her, extremely excited about something.
"Go way."
"Lookie. Mamma and Daddy in our bed."
"Weave me wone." Anna rolled back over and hugged her mother again.
"Come on, Anna, let's jump on Daddy."
Her reply was muffled, spoken into her mother's chest, "no."
"Pwease, Anna, it be fun."
Anna looked at her brother, annoyed that her slumber had been rendered fiction. She was not in the mood to fool around, but then again She looked to her sleeping father. The idea was now an enticing proposition. He did always squeal when he was taken off guard, and that was always funny. Anna decided to join her brother in the reckless behavior. She carefully wormed her way out from under the covers and mothers arms. The two, careful not to shake the bed too much, moved to the foot of the bed.
"One," Mac whispered.
"Two," Anna giggled.
"THREE!" The pair shouted, springing forward, falling on top of Wildwing. Wing awoke with a start and gasping for air as his two-year-old twin terrors continued to jump on the bed. The bed shook with tremors of excited exuberance and mirth, waking Terry. She laughed at her children, but the merriment ceased when she saw Wing laboring for air.
"Anna! Nosedive! Stop jumping!" Terry reprimanded, but the pair continued to use the bed as a trampoline. "Wildwing, are you all right?"
Wing nodded, finally getting air into his abused lungs. As soon as he was certain that he would live he tackled the giggling youngsters. He swallowed hard before speaking. "Didn't your mother just tell you two NOT to jump on the bed?"
"Yes, but we want you to wake up," Mac smiled.
"You two know better then to jump on Mommy's and my bed. What time is it?" Wildwing looked around, but he was too disoriented to realize that he wasn't in his room. "Well whatever time it is, it is too early. Go back to bed." Wing fell back and closed his eyes.
"But, Daddy, we on our bed."
Wing sat up again. "I don't care, go back to bed." Again Wing fell backwards and attempted to go back to sleep. Terry had fallen back to sleep moments earlier. This left the twins at a puzzling crossroads. What were they to do? Should they try to wake their parents again? Probably not, Daddy seemed mad. Did they go watch cartoons? Yes and no. They liked to watch them only when the TV was loud. Daddy would be mad if he was woken up by the television. The two looked to one another. They didn't have an answer, so they ran out of the room to devise an end to the early morning boredom.
They found the answer watching their favorite cartoon, Transformers. (What? Were you expecting Bernie the Bear or something?) As the cartoon came to a close, Mac decided that it would be fun to jump some more. The floor was not springy enough, so he settled for the couch cushions. Mac rolled to his side, swung his legs onto the couch and stood up. Anna watched him as he prepared for his first jump.
"Daddy say no jumpy."
Mac ignored his sister and blasted into the outer atmosphere (well in his mind he did). He came down and used the high-backed trampoline again to attempt to achieve escape velocity. It was a futile struggle. Gravity always won. "Anna, play."
"Daddy say no!" Anna folded her arms in defiance.
"Daddy no here."
The temptation was great, but Anna knew the consequences to her brothers' actions. Normally Daddy, as he was now known around the Pond, wouldn't care one way or the other to them bouncing around all over the furniture, though it drove Mommy crazy. But when Daddy was mad, jumping made him furious. He never tolerated jumping when he was mad. Daddy was mad so jumping was bad. But one jump wouldn't hurt if he didn't know about it, would it? Anna swung to her left and pulled herself onto the couch. She struggled to stand up, but Mac's jumping made the task difficult.
Mac descended from the sky once again and landed hard on the cushion, sending Anna grasping for the back of the couch. She had finally gotten to her feet. He came down again and his right foot ripped through the fabric and entangled in the strings below. His upward momentum from his left leg sent him up, but his immobile right leg forced him to remain grounded. The opposing vectors twisted his body and prevented his further acceleration in the upward direction. Instead he accelerated to his right and into Anna. The two collided, banging heads. Anna instinctively grabbed her injured body part and began to wail. Mac, too, assumed the position, falling backwards onto his bottom.
Wildwing sighed in his sleep and pulled Terry closer to him. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at her husband. She smiled, pulled the covers closer to her chin and closed her eyes. She started to drift off again when a tickle in her throat caused her to sit up coughing. When the fit was finished she turned to find Wing still asleep, a smile plastered on his face.
"Wildwing," Terry whispered seductively in his ear.
"Mmhmm?"
"Wake up," Again her voice was filled with seduction.
"I'm sleeping."
"In your children's room." Her tone was serious now. She had hoped to trick him into some foreplay, but it hadn't worked.
"I'm a kid at heart," Wing remarked, with his eyes closed.
"Wake up!"
"Why? It's too early to be awake."
Terry hit Wing over the head with her pillow, thus creating a pillow fight. They never did have civil wars. Whenever a pillow fight was started it usually ended in an all out war and a demolished bedroom. Luckily for the two they were old enough to know when enough was enough, so no one ever ended up crying, except for today. Their joyous battle ceased when Anna came running into the room balling. "Mamma!"
"Anna? What's wrong?"
Anna slammed into the bed and crawled up the side. She found her mother, only by luck, because she was still covering her eyes with her hands. "Nosedive hit me!"
"He what?"
Wildwing sat up, angry that not only had his slumber been disturbed, but also the fact that his son had hit his sister. He could not understand how a brother and sister could fight as much as they did. He and his brother never fought this much when they were older. "I'll put a stop to this," Wildwing barked.
Terry looked up, surprised at his tone of voice. She had never heard him sound so commanding and threatening before. Sure he had the commanding presence and the voice of leadership, but he had never used it before when dealing with the twins' domestic squabbles. Anna shivered in Terry's arms, frightened by Wing's voice.
Wildwing found his son curled up in a ball, sobbing on the sofa. "Nosedive?"
Mac looked up, startled by his father's voice. He too had a shiver run up his spine due to the tone. Wildwing saw the startled expression and the tears streaming down Mac's face, and he immediately tired another approach. "What's wrong, Mac?"
"Daddy," Mac sniffled.
Wing rounded the couch and sat down, holding his arms open to his son. "Come here baby."
Mac did not move, instead he lowered himself deeper into the cushions.
"Come on, Mac, I won't hurt you. I'm not mad," Wing comforted. This seemed to sooth Mac and he held his hands out to his father. Wing took the tiny hands within his and he tried to pull him onto his lap. Mac instantly cried out in pain and grabbed at his pinned leg. "Mac, what's wrong?"
"I'm stuck," Mac sobbed showing Wing his captive appendage. Wing gave a faint smile as he carefully removed his foot from the tangled springs. As he worked he questioned Mac, "What happened, honey?"
"I" Mac hiccuped. "Jumping." Mac wiped his eyes.
"Were you suppose to be jumping?"
Mac shook his head no and shied away. The action hurt his leg and he cried.
"Don't sit back." The words helped Mac understand that he was not in as much trouble as he thought he was. "Will you jump on the furniture any more?"
Mac shook his head no again.
"Good. Why did you hit your sister?"
"I DO NOT!"
"She said you hit her head."
"She hit me, see!" Mac pointed at his swollen lump on his forehead. "She hit me first. Me no hit her!"
"Oh I see. Come on little man, let's go see Mommy." Wing stood up and held his hands out to his son. Mac slipped off the couch and stepped forward and fell. "Owwy!"
"Mac!"
"Owwy, Daddy!" Mac lifted his foot to reveal a cut on his foot and leg.
"Oh, what a small little cut," Wing teased.
"It hurts, Daddy."
"All right, come here." Wing lifted Mac into his arms and carried him up to the bedroom, where Terry had calmed Anna. Anna sat on the edge of the bed kicking her feet. Her smile betrayed the pervious emotion.
"She mean!" Mac accused, pointing at Anna when their eyes met.
"He hit me!" Anna proclaimed to her mother, pointing back at Mac.
"They whacked each other on the noggin," Wing informed. "Mac was jumping and"
"I told him stop," Anna confessed. "He hit me!"
"Anna, are you suppose to be telling Mac what to do?" Wildwing said gently, still holding Mac.
"No, but"
"Who do you tell when he's being bad?"
"Mamma, but"
"Then you are not suppose to be telling him to stop."
"But Daddy"
"Mac, will you jump any more?"
"No, Daddy."
"Good."