Tales of Children

Wildwing Dacon

I am working on several things at once, but I got curious and wondered… What were the Mighty Ducks like when they were children? Nosedive, we've covered, and Grin was covered in the show, but the others were kinda' left out. So, for Tanya, Mallory, Duke, and Wildwing I'm going for it. Canard on the other hand… I dunno yet. We'll see if I can think up something for that one. These stories just popped into my head one night… and now I'm suddenly working on several things at once! O.O *gasp* Once again! Hee. Actually it's kinda' fun. :) Normally I'm not good at multi-tasking, but I think fanfics are another realm… or something like that… entirely.

Kaeera, you have a good idea! I'll get back to you on it soon… I hope. Seeing as how we're all doing schtuff. I have one idea that might work… I'll let you know soon. :)

On with the fic!

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Mighty Ducks… Disney. Disney… Mighty Ducks. Now that the ducks and their creators/ owners have met each other, we shall continue.

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Five years of age. Yep, that's what he was on this fine day. Wildwing peeked out of his bedroom into the quiet living room of the three room house that his parents owned in the country, the third room was used for guests, which recently weren't many since his moms dad had died last year. No aunts, uncles, no more grandparents… this birthday was going to be a little boring this year, and a little lonely… but the now five-year-old would make do.

With a mischievous look in his little eyes he quietly exited his room, which was covered with pro hockey player posters, and one especially big one of Drake DuCaine, every child's hero. He snuck past the couch, past the recliner that Daddy always sat in, Momma's rocking chair… he stopped at a wooden door and slowly opened it, peeking in. In a bed on the far wall slept his parents, his fathers arms around his mother. Wildwing smiled softly, then took a deep breath. With that he tore into the room and with a battle yell he leapt onto the bed getting a cry of surprise from his mother and a grunt from his father.

"HI!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

"Aw Wildwing…" his father moaned. His mother however smiled and ruffled his hair sleepily.

"Happy birthday honey." She told him lovingly.

"What time is it?" his father muttered, having pulled a pillow over his head and causing Wildwing to laugh at him, then crawl over and give exaggerated grunts as he tried to pull the dark blue pillow away. A tug of war commenced.

"Seven thirty-five Terry." His mother told his father. Wildwing gave a cry of triumph as he got the pillow away from his father Terry, then succumbed to a fit of giggles as he was tickled unmercifully.

"Seven thirty-five? You got us up at seven thirty-five?!" he asked as he continued to tickle the small duckling who was laughing uncontrollably. "You weren't born at seven thirty-five! Isn't that right Amy?" he exclaimed, grinning.

"Well, if he got us up at the time he was born, we'd be up at one in the morning." Amy told them. The tickling stopped and Wildwing lay in his fathers arms, catching his breath.

"That's really late." The child exclaimed after a moment. He cried out in laughter as he was tickled again.

"No, it's extremely early." Terry grinned, chuckling softly as he watched his son squirm. He stopped once again, allowing Wildwing time to breathe.

"Was I really born at one in the morning?" Wildwing asked after a moment as he lay in his fathers arms. Amy nodded and ruffled his hair again lovingly.

"Yes honey, you were." She told him. She smiled at him, then put her hands on her hips. "So. What are your plans for today?" she asked him, smiling playfully. Wildwing grinned at her, then up at his father.

"Ice rink!" he exclaimed, tossing his hands into the air. Terry chuckled at him.

"Ice rink it is son! But first, what do you want for breakfast?"

"WAFFLES!!!!!!"

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The ice rink was filled with ducks of all ages skating around or playing hockey. The city of DuCaine was the only city on all of Puckworld that kept ice on the streets all year round. It was hard to explain, and no one bothered. Terry Dacon held tightly to Wildwing's hand as Amy skated ahead to talk to someone she knew. Wildwing stayed close to his father, clinging to the elder mallards pants leg with his free hand.

"There's a lot of ducks here, huh Wildwing?" Terry asked softly, smiling comfortingly down at the duckling. Wildwing nodded and drew closer to his fathers leg. Terry smirked, then whistling some odd tune softly, he began skating forwards slowly, Wildwing following closely and unassuredly. They made it to the rink, and Wildwing looked around quietly. Some kids were playing ice hockey, others were playing something else that consisted of a red ball that was either slid on the ice, or thrown. Wildwing pointed to the group playing this.

"What game is that Daddy?" he asked. Terry looked in the direction the child was pointing and shook his head.

"Schnooze ball, I think. I guess that's what they call it. There aren't really many rules, but I do know that you can only have the ball in your hands for a certain amount of time, and if it's dropped it has to be picked up before I think maybe five seconds or the games over." He said. Then he looked down at Wildwing and shrugged. Wildwing merely smiled back at his father happily. Terry smiled back, then nodded towards a clear spot on the ice. "Come on big guy. Let's go skate. Can't be the best hockey player since Drake DuCaine if you're not good at skating." He grinned. Wildwing held onto his hand as they started off, keeping his balance well and cheering when his father would turn and pull him along. They had been doing this for quite a while when a series of cries came from behind.

"LOOK OUT!!" some one cried in warning. Without even turning, Terry picked up Wildwing and leapt to the side, a dark feathered duckling rushing past, stick in hand and an ugly look on his face.

"OUT OF MY WAY LOSERS!!" he shouted. He couldn't have been much older than Wildwing, maybe seven, but his manners were… non-existent. Wildwing blinked, staring with an open jaw in shock and amazement that someone could be so rude as his father looked behind him, holding his son in his arms tightly.

"What the heck was that?" he asked as a gray feathered duck skated over, her white hair pulled back in a ponytail at the base of her neck.

"Some kid who's been terrorizing the rink for a while." She told him, her green eyes burning with anger. "Been in and out of Juvie all year. His parents don't give a flip about him and none of us really know his name. Some of the kids do but… you know." She shrugged and skated away as Amy hurried over worriedly.

"Are you two alright?" she asked them. Wildwing looked at her and nodded.

"Daddy has eyes in the back of his head." He said, thus causing Terry to snort laughingly and muss up the child's hair.

"Nah. Just got good senses every now and then." He grinned, looking at Amy. She gave him a quiet look, then held her arms out to Wildwing who leaned out and went to her without complaint.

"Neither of you are hurt?" she asked, noticing a few other parents doing the same with their young children as well. Wildwing shook his head violently, then whined to be let down. He wanted to skate. Amy sighed and let him down. "You be careful and stay away from that big kid understand? And don't you dare go doing what he did to anyone else." She told him. Wildwing nodded.

"I won't Momma. I promise." He said, skating over to his father shakily, then grabbing hold of the elder mallards pants leg. "Come on Daddy!" he exclaimed happily, looking up at his father in admiration. Terry smiled and nodded to his wife, who nodded back and watched the two skate off. It was the first time Wildwing had met Grin, and neither ducks had ever realized it.

O.o

Years had passed, and Wildwing was now ten years old, and watching as his mother Amy held a little bundle in her lap as she sat in her rocking chair.

"His name is Nosedive." She was telling him. Wildwing looked at her, then at his dad who nodded.

"It's a common name out west." Terry told him. "I had a friend once named that." He explained. Wildwing grinned and shook his head.

"I don't have a problem with the name." He told the elder mallard. "Just… you guys never explained why you waited so long to have him. Would've been a lot cooler if he'd been around a few years ago." He told them, walking over and rubbing the babies beak and grinning when Nosedive squealed happily and reached out a hand, locking his tiny fingers around one of Wildwing's. "Hey baby bro." Wildwing whispered softly, reaching out with his other hand and touching the tiny strands of golden hair.

"We've been trying for years to have Nosedive." Amy said softly as she watched her sons interact. "He just took his time getting here." She smiled as Wildwing played a little with his new brother. Wildwing then grinned.

"Yeah, well don't make that a habit baby bro." He grinned brightly. Terry and Amy shared a look, then Amy looked back to her eldest son.

"You want to hold him?" she asked. Wildwing looked up at her, rather surprised.

"Can I?" he asked. She nodded, standing.

"You sit and you can hold him."

"Mom…"

"Do you want to hold him?"

"Yeah."

"Then sit." Wildwing did as he was told and his father laughed from where he leaned on the back of the couch, arms crossed.

"Good hound. Have a biscuit." He grinned. Wildwing made a face and stuck out his tongue.

"Hey, now that I got a baby brother…" he started as he took Nosedive carefully from his mother. "Does that mean I can have a hound?" he asked.

"Not till your brothers older big man." Terry told him. "Those beasts are a mess."

"Aw… Dad…"

"Whining will get you no where."

"Hey, I could always try…" he stated with a small shrug. Then he looked down at his little brother and let the baby grab hold of his finger again. "Hey baby bro." He whispered softly, thankful that he wasn't an only child anymore. He didn't notice his parents watching him proudly.

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Two years had passed, and Nosedive was clinging to Wildwing's legs, his thumb in his mouth as he watched a bunch of strange people walk around their house and into the house as he and Wildwing stood outside quietly. Nosedive looked up at his brother and took his thumb from his mouth.

"Where's Momma?" he asked. Wildwing looked down at him, a sad look on his face and tears in his eyes.

"She's gone Dive. Her and Dad are gone." The elder brother said softly, brokenly. Nosedive looked up at him in confusion.

"Where'd they go?" he asked. Wildwing merely looked at him for a long while, then sighed and kneeled down next to his brother.

"They…" he shook his head and put a hand on the child's shoulder. "They went to stay with the Great King." He muttered.

"When are they coming back? Why didn't they take us with them?" Nosedive asked. Wildwing shook his head.

"They couldn't take us Nosedive… and they're not coming back…" he was crying openly now and Nosedive was watching him, fear and worry written on his small face.

"Don't cry. It'll be okay." The young duckling told him. Then the child threw his arms around his brothers neck and held on tight. Wildwing held Nosedive just as tightly, the pain of losing his parents still fresh. An escaped convict had made his way out into the country in the night, and while Nosedive and Wildwing were out goofing off a ways from the house during the day, the deranged duck had broken in and murdered the two's parents, then fled the scene. A friend had come to visit soon after and found the bodies and called the authorities, then rushed to find the two children.

"Whywing?" Wildwing looked at his little brother. "You're not going to leave, are you?" Wildwing shook his head and lifted Nosedive up as he stood, holding the child in his arms.

"I will do everything I can to stay close to you Dive." He said seriously. "Just remember that no matter where you are, whether you see me or not, I'm right there with you. And so are Mom and Dad. We're never going to leave you Nosedive." He hugged his brother close. "Never in a million years."

It was then that a social worker approached them and led them away, Wildwing and Nosedive staying together for the entire trip to the city, and till they reached the orphanage. They were not to be parted if they could help it. No matter how many miles were put between them, somehow or another they were always together.

End