Title: Untitled(until I caome up with one...)
Author: Sailor Vegeta
Category: Crossover/Fusion
Notes: This is my frist Mighty Ducks story. I hope you enjoy it.
Warning: It might get a little dark but the story is mainly going to stay a rated "G" fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story. The characters belong to their respectful owners.
Summary: A Mighty Ducks/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles crossover. The Turtles fall into the Mighty Ducks' reality and has to help the Ducks defeat their new foe.
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He exited to comic store, his prize in hand and a big grin set on his beak. He couldn't wait to get back to The Pond and read his comics. Nosedive stashed the bag in a safe place on his Duckcycle and started to mount the bike, but was stopped by a soft groan from the alley. A bit worried someone was in trouble, he causiously entered the alleyway. Dive knew that if there was a threat invalved in this, he had his puckblaster with him, though something told him this wasn't a threat.
'Geeze, it's so dark ya' can't see a thing!' Dive thought, taking out his flashlight pen, 'Good thing I bought this the other day. Now, let's see...'
He shined the light back and forth until the beam landed on a figure laying in the back of the alley. Slowly, he approached it. A slight moan reached Dive's ears. He knelt down then rolled the figure on it's back. He immediatly realized that the figure wasn't human. It was, as of what he could tell, a male turtle and he was pretty beat up. Nosedive shined his light around the alley. He didn't see anyone. He deverted the light back to the turtle in front of him.
'Should I take him back to the Pond? I can't just leave him here,' the turtle gave another groan,' Ok, that's it! I'm taking him. The others might not like it, but it's the best thing to do.'
Pocketing the pen, he picked up the battered turtle and put him on his 'cycle.
~~The Pond~~
Duke was finishing up the last page of the paper when he heard the door open.
"Guys, a little help would be nice here!" Nosedive called.
Duke chuckled as he folded the paper then exited the kitchen.
"What's wrong, kid? Can't carry everything you bou...?! Who's that?"
"I..."
"Hey, what's going on? Dive, who's that?" Wildwing questioned, coming in the room, followed by Mallory, Tanya, and Grin.
"I don't know. I found him in an alley like this. I couldn't just leave him there! And could one of you give me a hand? He's getting heavy!"
Grin took the turtle from Dive's arms and Tanya gave the wounded turtle a once over.
"Better get him to the infirmary. Looks like he's going to need medical care," Grin nodded then headed off with the limp boy in his arms.
~~The Imfirmary - The Next Day~~
Michaelangelo opened his eyes to be blinded by bright lights.
'Oh, man. Bright lights! Ga', my neck hurts, my legs hurt, even my shell hurts. Wait a sec! What happen... oh, no!' he sat up with a start and franticly looked around," Leo! Don... Raph? Where am I?"
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Unsteadly, Mike made his way to the door and peeked out into the hall. Keeping a steady hand on the wall, he made his way down the hall. When Mike came to one of the open doorways, his foot hit what felt like a rope and he glanced down. Sure enough, his leg had hit a rope. He followed the rope to where it lead above his head, where it was a attached to a bucket. The bucket was starting to tilt over.
"Uh, oh," Mike went to get out of the way, but was covered in neon orange dye, "Oh, man. Raph always said my pranks would backfire some day. I didn't think he would be serious! Geeze."
~~Living Quarters~~
"Really, Dive. Couldn't ya' put those down for five minuites?" Mallory teased.
Nosedive lowered his comic book to just below his eyes and arched an eyebrow then turned his attention back to the book.
"Dive... oh, stars. I give up!" Mallory threw her hands up and collasped back into the couch.
Duke chuckled at Mallory's distress and she turned to glare at him only to be disturbed by a soft knock. The group turned their attention from what they were doing to the doorway and were quite suprized to see their guest awake and covered in neon orange. Nosedive grimced as he realized what happened. Tanya jumped up from her sit and rushed over then guided the turtle to a seat, all the while fussing over him.
"Uh... dudette, please. Don't fuss over me. Miss? Miss?! Dudette? Ohh..." Wildwing glanced at their guest and noticed him rubbing his temple.
"Tanya, your giving the poor guy a headache! Lay off, let 'im breath!" Wing put a little distance between the two.
Mikey gave a sigh of relief when the lady fussing over him stopped. Silently, he thanked his rescuer.
"Name's Wildwing, " Mike looked up at the white duck before him, "This is Tanya, that's Duke, Grin, my brother, Nosedive, and Mallory."
"I'm Michaelangelo," he paused,"... uh, did ya' happen to know that there's a, well, was, a bucket of orange dye down the hall? I hope it washes out, heh heh."
"It does. Sorry 'bout that, I wasn't expecting you ta' get covered in it," Nosedive gave a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his head.
"Hey, don't sweat it, dude," Michaelangelo replied with his own grin," I've been told that I had it coming for me, anyway, so, don't worry about it."
"Dive, would you show Michaelangelo to the bathroom so he can get cleaned up. And, also clean up that mess in the hall," Wildwing glanced at his brother.
Nosedive nodded then motioned for Mike to follow him. Mike hurriedly followed, not wanting to be left behind. After a moment, Dive looked over at Michealangelo and couldn't help but crack a smile. Mike noticed this.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just... well, you look different orange," Mike looked down at himself then nodded in agreement.
"I do, don't I?" he laughed and Dive joined in.
~~Afterwards~~
Michaelangelo came out of the bathroom a lot cleaner than he had been going in. Now, he was his normal color, thank goodness. He walked down the hall until he reached the spot that he'd been tie-died. Nosedive was half way done cleaning up the mess and looked up. Mike grined as he got down on his knees to help.
"I see you're out. Didn't take long... hey, hey! What are ya' going?! Wing told me to do this! It's not your job," Dive exclaimed.
"So. I want to help."
"Oh, alright. Fine," Dive gave in and accepted the help.
Together, they were able to finish the mess in record time. Just as Michaelangelo was wiping away the last of the dye, alarms started going off. Nosedive jumped up and hurried down the halls with Mike on his heels. Tanya was hovering over Drake One's keybroad, pulling up the location of where they were needed. Mikey soon realized what was going on.
"Alright, so this is at East 225, right?" Wildwing asked, putting on his mask.
"Right!" Tanya answered as she hopped out of the chair.
"Well, let's go team!" Wing started off.
"Can I come along?" Mike questioned.
Wing paused and thought about it for a second.
"I don't know..."
"I can handle myself. Really, I can. I can help."
"Oh... alright. I guess...," Wing answered then started off again," Let's go! We're wasting time!"
Mike jogged after them. Nosedive offered Mike a ride on his Duckcycle and then the team sped off towards the danger in town. As they raced through town, Mikey gazed at the scenery as they past. He was quite startled when Dive skid to a halt on his bike and fell off the bike onto his shell. He layed there for a few seconds before raising up on his elbows.
"Ouch," he muttered then stood. Nosedive spared glance over at him as he rested the 'cycle on it's kickstand.
"You okay?" Mike nodded," You sure?"
"I'm fine, dude! Next time, I'll just remember to hang on!," Michaelangelo joked. Both laughed then were joined by the rest of the team.
Mallory rolled her eyes, quite amused by the two, then pulled out her blaster. The others did the same, with the exception of Duke, who activated his sabre, and Wing handed Mike an extra blaster from the Migrator. Mike nodded his thanks then tucked it in his belt. Immediately, he became alert when he sensed a familier presence in the shadows of the abandoned area. Suddenly, Mike grabbed Tanya's arm and pulled her down, a flash of sliver just passed above her head.
"Uh, what was that for?" she asked, standing. Mike picked up a throwing star and showed it to her.
"These things don't exactly feel good when you get hit, ya' know," he replied softly, studing the area,' I have a feeling that this is not good...'
Just as the thought passed through his mind, they were surrounded by a group of ninja's clan in black with red bandanna's around their heads. Mike grimced with a groan.
"Oh, man. Not the Foot, again," he muttered, making a discusted face. One of the ninja's pointed at him.
"It's one of the tortoises! Get 'im!" the ninja's charged at the group of seven, who prepared themselves.
Mike jumped away from the group a little ways and brought out his 'chucks," A one, and a two!"
He knocked two down, one out and the other, dazed. Grin had easily knocked out about half a dozen, same with Mallory. Acually, each of the Ducks knocked out a good many. Within moments, the ninjas were either unconsious or one the the few consious members dragging away their alleys.
"Master Shredder and Lord Dragonus will get you for this, turtle!" one of the Foot yelled.
"Ooookay... I know nothing about a 'Lord Dragonus', but the Shred-Dude is dead," Mike said, a little confused, as he stared off after the clan, 'So long, for now, Foot-Fungus...'
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What do ya think? Should I continue? Review please! If you have any ideas, I'ld like to hear them.
Author: Sailor Vegeta
Category: Crossover/Fusion
Notes: This is my frist Mighty Ducks story. I hope you enjoy it.
Warning: It might get a little dark but the story is mainly going to stay a rated "G" fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story. The characters belong to their respectful owners.
Summary: A Mighty Ducks/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles crossover. The Turtles fall into the Mighty Ducks' reality and has to help the Ducks defeat their new foe.
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He exited to comic store, his prize in hand and a big grin set on his beak. He couldn't wait to get back to The Pond and read his comics. Nosedive stashed the bag in a safe place on his Duckcycle and started to mount the bike, but was stopped by a soft groan from the alley. A bit worried someone was in trouble, he causiously entered the alleyway. Dive knew that if there was a threat invalved in this, he had his puckblaster with him, though something told him this wasn't a threat.
'Geeze, it's so dark ya' can't see a thing!' Dive thought, taking out his flashlight pen, 'Good thing I bought this the other day. Now, let's see...'
He shined the light back and forth until the beam landed on a figure laying in the back of the alley. Slowly, he approached it. A slight moan reached Dive's ears. He knelt down then rolled the figure on it's back. He immediatly realized that the figure wasn't human. It was, as of what he could tell, a male turtle and he was pretty beat up. Nosedive shined his light around the alley. He didn't see anyone. He deverted the light back to the turtle in front of him.
'Should I take him back to the Pond? I can't just leave him here,' the turtle gave another groan,' Ok, that's it! I'm taking him. The others might not like it, but it's the best thing to do.'
Pocketing the pen, he picked up the battered turtle and put him on his 'cycle.
~~The Pond~~
Duke was finishing up the last page of the paper when he heard the door open.
"Guys, a little help would be nice here!" Nosedive called.
Duke chuckled as he folded the paper then exited the kitchen.
"What's wrong, kid? Can't carry everything you bou...?! Who's that?"
"I..."
"Hey, what's going on? Dive, who's that?" Wildwing questioned, coming in the room, followed by Mallory, Tanya, and Grin.
"I don't know. I found him in an alley like this. I couldn't just leave him there! And could one of you give me a hand? He's getting heavy!"
Grin took the turtle from Dive's arms and Tanya gave the wounded turtle a once over.
"Better get him to the infirmary. Looks like he's going to need medical care," Grin nodded then headed off with the limp boy in his arms.
~~The Imfirmary - The Next Day~~
Michaelangelo opened his eyes to be blinded by bright lights.
'Oh, man. Bright lights! Ga', my neck hurts, my legs hurt, even my shell hurts. Wait a sec! What happen... oh, no!' he sat up with a start and franticly looked around," Leo! Don... Raph? Where am I?"
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Unsteadly, Mike made his way to the door and peeked out into the hall. Keeping a steady hand on the wall, he made his way down the hall. When Mike came to one of the open doorways, his foot hit what felt like a rope and he glanced down. Sure enough, his leg had hit a rope. He followed the rope to where it lead above his head, where it was a attached to a bucket. The bucket was starting to tilt over.
"Uh, oh," Mike went to get out of the way, but was covered in neon orange dye, "Oh, man. Raph always said my pranks would backfire some day. I didn't think he would be serious! Geeze."
~~Living Quarters~~
"Really, Dive. Couldn't ya' put those down for five minuites?" Mallory teased.
Nosedive lowered his comic book to just below his eyes and arched an eyebrow then turned his attention back to the book.
"Dive... oh, stars. I give up!" Mallory threw her hands up and collasped back into the couch.
Duke chuckled at Mallory's distress and she turned to glare at him only to be disturbed by a soft knock. The group turned their attention from what they were doing to the doorway and were quite suprized to see their guest awake and covered in neon orange. Nosedive grimced as he realized what happened. Tanya jumped up from her sit and rushed over then guided the turtle to a seat, all the while fussing over him.
"Uh... dudette, please. Don't fuss over me. Miss? Miss?! Dudette? Ohh..." Wildwing glanced at their guest and noticed him rubbing his temple.
"Tanya, your giving the poor guy a headache! Lay off, let 'im breath!" Wing put a little distance between the two.
Mikey gave a sigh of relief when the lady fussing over him stopped. Silently, he thanked his rescuer.
"Name's Wildwing, " Mike looked up at the white duck before him, "This is Tanya, that's Duke, Grin, my brother, Nosedive, and Mallory."
"I'm Michaelangelo," he paused,"... uh, did ya' happen to know that there's a, well, was, a bucket of orange dye down the hall? I hope it washes out, heh heh."
"It does. Sorry 'bout that, I wasn't expecting you ta' get covered in it," Nosedive gave a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his head.
"Hey, don't sweat it, dude," Michaelangelo replied with his own grin," I've been told that I had it coming for me, anyway, so, don't worry about it."
"Dive, would you show Michaelangelo to the bathroom so he can get cleaned up. And, also clean up that mess in the hall," Wildwing glanced at his brother.
Nosedive nodded then motioned for Mike to follow him. Mike hurriedly followed, not wanting to be left behind. After a moment, Dive looked over at Michealangelo and couldn't help but crack a smile. Mike noticed this.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just... well, you look different orange," Mike looked down at himself then nodded in agreement.
"I do, don't I?" he laughed and Dive joined in.
~~Afterwards~~
Michaelangelo came out of the bathroom a lot cleaner than he had been going in. Now, he was his normal color, thank goodness. He walked down the hall until he reached the spot that he'd been tie-died. Nosedive was half way done cleaning up the mess and looked up. Mike grined as he got down on his knees to help.
"I see you're out. Didn't take long... hey, hey! What are ya' going?! Wing told me to do this! It's not your job," Dive exclaimed.
"So. I want to help."
"Oh, alright. Fine," Dive gave in and accepted the help.
Together, they were able to finish the mess in record time. Just as Michaelangelo was wiping away the last of the dye, alarms started going off. Nosedive jumped up and hurried down the halls with Mike on his heels. Tanya was hovering over Drake One's keybroad, pulling up the location of where they were needed. Mikey soon realized what was going on.
"Alright, so this is at East 225, right?" Wildwing asked, putting on his mask.
"Right!" Tanya answered as she hopped out of the chair.
"Well, let's go team!" Wing started off.
"Can I come along?" Mike questioned.
Wing paused and thought about it for a second.
"I don't know..."
"I can handle myself. Really, I can. I can help."
"Oh... alright. I guess...," Wing answered then started off again," Let's go! We're wasting time!"
Mike jogged after them. Nosedive offered Mike a ride on his Duckcycle and then the team sped off towards the danger in town. As they raced through town, Mikey gazed at the scenery as they past. He was quite startled when Dive skid to a halt on his bike and fell off the bike onto his shell. He layed there for a few seconds before raising up on his elbows.
"Ouch," he muttered then stood. Nosedive spared glance over at him as he rested the 'cycle on it's kickstand.
"You okay?" Mike nodded," You sure?"
"I'm fine, dude! Next time, I'll just remember to hang on!," Michaelangelo joked. Both laughed then were joined by the rest of the team.
Mallory rolled her eyes, quite amused by the two, then pulled out her blaster. The others did the same, with the exception of Duke, who activated his sabre, and Wing handed Mike an extra blaster from the Migrator. Mike nodded his thanks then tucked it in his belt. Immediately, he became alert when he sensed a familier presence in the shadows of the abandoned area. Suddenly, Mike grabbed Tanya's arm and pulled her down, a flash of sliver just passed above her head.
"Uh, what was that for?" she asked, standing. Mike picked up a throwing star and showed it to her.
"These things don't exactly feel good when you get hit, ya' know," he replied softly, studing the area,' I have a feeling that this is not good...'
Just as the thought passed through his mind, they were surrounded by a group of ninja's clan in black with red bandanna's around their heads. Mike grimced with a groan.
"Oh, man. Not the Foot, again," he muttered, making a discusted face. One of the ninja's pointed at him.
"It's one of the tortoises! Get 'im!" the ninja's charged at the group of seven, who prepared themselves.
Mike jumped away from the group a little ways and brought out his 'chucks," A one, and a two!"
He knocked two down, one out and the other, dazed. Grin had easily knocked out about half a dozen, same with Mallory. Acually, each of the Ducks knocked out a good many. Within moments, the ninjas were either unconsious or one the the few consious members dragging away their alleys.
"Master Shredder and Lord Dragonus will get you for this, turtle!" one of the Foot yelled.
"Ooookay... I know nothing about a 'Lord Dragonus', but the Shred-Dude is dead," Mike said, a little confused, as he stared off after the clan, 'So long, for now, Foot-Fungus...'
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What do ya think? Should I continue? Review please! If you have any ideas, I'ld like to hear them.