The Lost
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Wildwing/Mallory
Author's Note: Hey y'all, I'm back! It feels like forever since I posted here last, I feel really bad about not getting this new fic out sooner. I've gotta start writing more. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next tale I have to tell, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride!
Chapter One
Mallory stared up at the ceiling of her room in disdain. She was completely and utterly bored. There was nothing new to do around the Pond, or Anaheim for that matter. She racked her brain for new ideas, but alas could find absolutely nothing of interest.
'Cleaning? Been there, done that. Shopping? Hell yeah, I've drained my account for the month and then some. Computer games, I've beaten them all. I've even resorted to playing against Nosedive in some of his extraordinarily ridiculous Playstation 2 games. I've read all of my books already, and I've worked out so much that it hurts to move. I'll just go try and find someone to talk to, someone has to be as bored as I am around here.'
Mallory exited her room and walked down the hallway, her doors closing behind her with a whoosh. All of a sudden, a shock of blonde hair came hurtling past her, almost running her down in a futile attempt to escape the screaming figure coming from the opposite direction.
"Nosedive Flashblade, when I get my hands on you.!"
To Mallory's surprise it was Tanya that was yelling at Nosedive from down the hall. All of sudden, Nosedive clung onto her waist, whimpering and uttering nonsense about accidents and Tanya's lab. Mallory managed to pry Nosedive off of her, not only did she feel uncomfortable with Nosedive touching her in any form, but she wanted to hand Nosedive off onto the vengeful Tanya, in case he had done something catastrophic to her lab and needed to be punished.
"What did you do this time, Nosedive?" Mallory sighed as she spoke; mixing Nosedive and Tanya's lab was never a good idea, as far too many things could go wrong, and only resulted in anger. No matter how many times the entire team had told the young, blonde drake to stay away from the lab, he never listened and always ended up paying for it severely.
"It was an accident, I swear it!" Mallory grabbed Nosedive by the scruff of his shirt, holding him at arms' length and scowled.
"Sure Nosedive, it's not considered an accident after you've already been warned not to go in there."
Tanya finally managed to catch up with the retreating, disheveled Nosedive, and stared him down with her rage and fury.
"Mallory, h-hand him over, h-he has s-some cleaning to do!"
"No, Mal, please don't give me to her, I swear I didn't mean."
Mallory took one look at Nosedive and shoved him roughly into Tanya as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She walked away, feeling rather pleased with herself, and irritated that she had to live with Avians like these. Soon, Duke came creeping across the hallway, lithely and gracefully as usual. Mallory would have sworn that Duke was gay just by his walk alone, if he wasn't such a womanizer all the time. He had a smug grin across his face; he looked amused for some reason that Mallory was unaware of.
"What has you lookin' all high and mighty, Duke?"
"Nothin' sweetheart, just that I saw what just happened between Nosedive and Tawny back there. I paid him ten bucks to go pull that stunt; it was all worth it ta see the look on his face."
Mallory rolled her eyes yet again and roughly shoved Duke out of the way. "Right L'Orange, it was just hilarious, I couldn't think of anything that I would have enjoyed watching more.You know that if Tanya finds out that you paid him, it'll be both of your asses out drying on the line."
"Ah, no worries sweetheart, if she can't find me, she can't do anything to me!"
"You keep that little disillusion locked away in your head. Oh, and while you're making one of those rare visits to your brain, why don't you remember not to call me 'sweetheart', okay?"
Duke just rolled his eyes and glared at her, and slunk back down the hallways, obviously escaping while he had the chance. Mallory shook her head, and headed off into the kitchen, flopping down on an empty chair. She rested her forehead on the cool metal of the table, falling into a torrid of questions as to why her life had to turn out so miserably, living on a bizarre planet in a different universe with four other avians that she could barely tolerate. Well, there was ONE avian she was alright with.
"You look like you could use some coffee."
Wildwing's voice dragged Mallory out of her stupor and brought her back into reality.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, coffee would be nice, are you making some?"
"Yeah, I could use the caffeine boost myself," Wildwing chuckled. "So are you feeling okay? You look a tad down."
"Thanks for the concern Wildwing, but I'm fine." Mallory faked a smile and inwardly screamed. She was never one to tell others how she felt, but Mallory felt like she was being torn apart inside. The fact that she felt friendless, alone, and miserable with her surroundings were eating her from the inside, out. However, she still kept to herself, unwilling to let anything go.
Wildwing sat down in the chair next to Mallory. He knew something was bothering her, after having a baby brother to protect since he was seven he knew when someone was being troubled.
"You're a terrible liar Mallory, either that or I'm too damn smart for my own good."
"Dream on Wildwing. I'm just bored, that's all, I need to get out of here and do something."
"Well, I'll take you somewhere, just pick a place and we'll go."
"How about the seventh layer of Hell? That seems to be the only place I haven't gone yet. I've been everywhere in this entire God-forsaken town, I'm all out of ideas."
Wildwing chuckled softly, and rose to fix their coffee, seeing how it had finished brewing in the coffee maker. He made both of their coffee's exactly the same, several scoops of both sugar and creamer, neither could stand the bitter taste of the brew exclusive to earth. He sat down with the cups, and handed one to Mallory.
"I can't take you to Hell, we're already here," he stated.
"Ha-ha Wildwing, real funny..."
"I'm as serious as it gets, I hate this place."
"Tell me about it, the environment mixed with the people has given me a headache that hasn't stopped since we got here."
"Ah-ha! You see, I can weasel information out of you! It's not as hard as everyone thinks it is."
Mallory glared at him, "Shut up, now."
"And if I don't? What's the worst that could happen? It's not like you just spilled your guts to me."
"Tempt me enough and I just might."
"Go ahead, it's nothing that I can't handle."
"Right, whatever wonderboy, there's nothing that you can't handle is there? Your life is always just peaches and cream." Mallory seeped high levels of sarcasm into her words as she downed the rest of her coffee. She dumped the cup into the dishwasher and smacked Wildwing lightly on the back of the head as she passed.
"Ow, Mal! I think you just put me in a coma!"
"Serves ya right, ya big lug."
"Aww, don't be mean to me! I don't think my fragile little heart can take it!"
"Too late, I think I've already insulted you several times today."
"Bitch"
"Asshole"
"Fuckwad"
"Dipshit"
They both laughed at themselves. They teased each other back and forth regularly, neither one of them took any offense to it, and they always felt in a lighter mood afterwards. Mallory grabbed onto Wildwing's shoulders from behind and shook him lightly, pretending to hurt him.
"Get up, you're taking me somewhere."
"I am? Since when?"
"Do remember anything you say? You told me five minutes ago that you'd take me somewhere, so I'm taking you up on that offer. Now, get off of your lazy butt and get moving!"
Wildwing turned around in his chair so that he was facing Mallory and grabbed her hands as she removed them from his shoulders.
"And if I refuse to take you?"
"I'll beat you into a puddle of goo."
"Fair enough, but I have you trapped so you can't go. If you can't go, then I don't have to go anywhere, so I think I'll just hold onto your hands for a while."
Wildwing suddenly trapped both of her hands in one of his and got up from his chair. He glared evilly and connivingly in her direction.
"What the...?"
Wildwing slung Mallory over his shoulder like a Neanderthal and walked into the rec. room. He started spinning, and she spun with him seeing as how she was trapped in a rather compromising position.
"Oh my God, Wildwing! Stop!" she cried, laughing breathlessly.
He positioned her into his arms and spun them around until he was too dizzy to stand and fell rather ungracefully on the floor, Mallory landing on top of his chest, red-faced and panting. They both lay on the floor, laughing to the point of tears and completely out of breath. She caught her breath first, and positioned herself with her arms folded over her chest, staring straight into his face. He caught his breath a few short moments later, opening his eyes he found Mallory staring down at him from above. He though she looked like an angel, the dim lighting from the lights above reflected in a halo around her head, and she was smiling down at him gracefully. He reached up and cupped her cheeks with his hands; Mallory closed her eyes and rubbed her face gently within them. She scooted up closer to his face, her beak merely inches away from his own. Her hands moved up to his scalp, his down her back, their eyes closing in anticipation of a moment that they had both been hoping for ever since they had met each other. Their beaks moved closer together with every passing second. Suddenly Drake One went off, the loud alarm blaring through the entire complex and startling them out of their mutual fascination. Mallory and Wildwing got up, both blushing slightly as they headed off towards the Ready Room.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Wildwing/Mallory
Author's Note: Hey y'all, I'm back! It feels like forever since I posted here last, I feel really bad about not getting this new fic out sooner. I've gotta start writing more. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next tale I have to tell, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride!
Chapter One
Mallory stared up at the ceiling of her room in disdain. She was completely and utterly bored. There was nothing new to do around the Pond, or Anaheim for that matter. She racked her brain for new ideas, but alas could find absolutely nothing of interest.
'Cleaning? Been there, done that. Shopping? Hell yeah, I've drained my account for the month and then some. Computer games, I've beaten them all. I've even resorted to playing against Nosedive in some of his extraordinarily ridiculous Playstation 2 games. I've read all of my books already, and I've worked out so much that it hurts to move. I'll just go try and find someone to talk to, someone has to be as bored as I am around here.'
Mallory exited her room and walked down the hallway, her doors closing behind her with a whoosh. All of a sudden, a shock of blonde hair came hurtling past her, almost running her down in a futile attempt to escape the screaming figure coming from the opposite direction.
"Nosedive Flashblade, when I get my hands on you.!"
To Mallory's surprise it was Tanya that was yelling at Nosedive from down the hall. All of sudden, Nosedive clung onto her waist, whimpering and uttering nonsense about accidents and Tanya's lab. Mallory managed to pry Nosedive off of her, not only did she feel uncomfortable with Nosedive touching her in any form, but she wanted to hand Nosedive off onto the vengeful Tanya, in case he had done something catastrophic to her lab and needed to be punished.
"What did you do this time, Nosedive?" Mallory sighed as she spoke; mixing Nosedive and Tanya's lab was never a good idea, as far too many things could go wrong, and only resulted in anger. No matter how many times the entire team had told the young, blonde drake to stay away from the lab, he never listened and always ended up paying for it severely.
"It was an accident, I swear it!" Mallory grabbed Nosedive by the scruff of his shirt, holding him at arms' length and scowled.
"Sure Nosedive, it's not considered an accident after you've already been warned not to go in there."
Tanya finally managed to catch up with the retreating, disheveled Nosedive, and stared him down with her rage and fury.
"Mallory, h-hand him over, h-he has s-some cleaning to do!"
"No, Mal, please don't give me to her, I swear I didn't mean."
Mallory took one look at Nosedive and shoved him roughly into Tanya as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She walked away, feeling rather pleased with herself, and irritated that she had to live with Avians like these. Soon, Duke came creeping across the hallway, lithely and gracefully as usual. Mallory would have sworn that Duke was gay just by his walk alone, if he wasn't such a womanizer all the time. He had a smug grin across his face; he looked amused for some reason that Mallory was unaware of.
"What has you lookin' all high and mighty, Duke?"
"Nothin' sweetheart, just that I saw what just happened between Nosedive and Tawny back there. I paid him ten bucks to go pull that stunt; it was all worth it ta see the look on his face."
Mallory rolled her eyes yet again and roughly shoved Duke out of the way. "Right L'Orange, it was just hilarious, I couldn't think of anything that I would have enjoyed watching more.You know that if Tanya finds out that you paid him, it'll be both of your asses out drying on the line."
"Ah, no worries sweetheart, if she can't find me, she can't do anything to me!"
"You keep that little disillusion locked away in your head. Oh, and while you're making one of those rare visits to your brain, why don't you remember not to call me 'sweetheart', okay?"
Duke just rolled his eyes and glared at her, and slunk back down the hallways, obviously escaping while he had the chance. Mallory shook her head, and headed off into the kitchen, flopping down on an empty chair. She rested her forehead on the cool metal of the table, falling into a torrid of questions as to why her life had to turn out so miserably, living on a bizarre planet in a different universe with four other avians that she could barely tolerate. Well, there was ONE avian she was alright with.
"You look like you could use some coffee."
Wildwing's voice dragged Mallory out of her stupor and brought her back into reality.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, coffee would be nice, are you making some?"
"Yeah, I could use the caffeine boost myself," Wildwing chuckled. "So are you feeling okay? You look a tad down."
"Thanks for the concern Wildwing, but I'm fine." Mallory faked a smile and inwardly screamed. She was never one to tell others how she felt, but Mallory felt like she was being torn apart inside. The fact that she felt friendless, alone, and miserable with her surroundings were eating her from the inside, out. However, she still kept to herself, unwilling to let anything go.
Wildwing sat down in the chair next to Mallory. He knew something was bothering her, after having a baby brother to protect since he was seven he knew when someone was being troubled.
"You're a terrible liar Mallory, either that or I'm too damn smart for my own good."
"Dream on Wildwing. I'm just bored, that's all, I need to get out of here and do something."
"Well, I'll take you somewhere, just pick a place and we'll go."
"How about the seventh layer of Hell? That seems to be the only place I haven't gone yet. I've been everywhere in this entire God-forsaken town, I'm all out of ideas."
Wildwing chuckled softly, and rose to fix their coffee, seeing how it had finished brewing in the coffee maker. He made both of their coffee's exactly the same, several scoops of both sugar and creamer, neither could stand the bitter taste of the brew exclusive to earth. He sat down with the cups, and handed one to Mallory.
"I can't take you to Hell, we're already here," he stated.
"Ha-ha Wildwing, real funny..."
"I'm as serious as it gets, I hate this place."
"Tell me about it, the environment mixed with the people has given me a headache that hasn't stopped since we got here."
"Ah-ha! You see, I can weasel information out of you! It's not as hard as everyone thinks it is."
Mallory glared at him, "Shut up, now."
"And if I don't? What's the worst that could happen? It's not like you just spilled your guts to me."
"Tempt me enough and I just might."
"Go ahead, it's nothing that I can't handle."
"Right, whatever wonderboy, there's nothing that you can't handle is there? Your life is always just peaches and cream." Mallory seeped high levels of sarcasm into her words as she downed the rest of her coffee. She dumped the cup into the dishwasher and smacked Wildwing lightly on the back of the head as she passed.
"Ow, Mal! I think you just put me in a coma!"
"Serves ya right, ya big lug."
"Aww, don't be mean to me! I don't think my fragile little heart can take it!"
"Too late, I think I've already insulted you several times today."
"Bitch"
"Asshole"
"Fuckwad"
"Dipshit"
They both laughed at themselves. They teased each other back and forth regularly, neither one of them took any offense to it, and they always felt in a lighter mood afterwards. Mallory grabbed onto Wildwing's shoulders from behind and shook him lightly, pretending to hurt him.
"Get up, you're taking me somewhere."
"I am? Since when?"
"Do remember anything you say? You told me five minutes ago that you'd take me somewhere, so I'm taking you up on that offer. Now, get off of your lazy butt and get moving!"
Wildwing turned around in his chair so that he was facing Mallory and grabbed her hands as she removed them from his shoulders.
"And if I refuse to take you?"
"I'll beat you into a puddle of goo."
"Fair enough, but I have you trapped so you can't go. If you can't go, then I don't have to go anywhere, so I think I'll just hold onto your hands for a while."
Wildwing suddenly trapped both of her hands in one of his and got up from his chair. He glared evilly and connivingly in her direction.
"What the...?"
Wildwing slung Mallory over his shoulder like a Neanderthal and walked into the rec. room. He started spinning, and she spun with him seeing as how she was trapped in a rather compromising position.
"Oh my God, Wildwing! Stop!" she cried, laughing breathlessly.
He positioned her into his arms and spun them around until he was too dizzy to stand and fell rather ungracefully on the floor, Mallory landing on top of his chest, red-faced and panting. They both lay on the floor, laughing to the point of tears and completely out of breath. She caught her breath first, and positioned herself with her arms folded over her chest, staring straight into his face. He caught his breath a few short moments later, opening his eyes he found Mallory staring down at him from above. He though she looked like an angel, the dim lighting from the lights above reflected in a halo around her head, and she was smiling down at him gracefully. He reached up and cupped her cheeks with his hands; Mallory closed her eyes and rubbed her face gently within them. She scooted up closer to his face, her beak merely inches away from his own. Her hands moved up to his scalp, his down her back, their eyes closing in anticipation of a moment that they had both been hoping for ever since they had met each other. Their beaks moved closer together with every passing second. Suddenly Drake One went off, the loud alarm blaring through the entire complex and startling them out of their mutual fascination. Mallory and Wildwing got up, both blushing slightly as they headed off towards the Ready Room.