DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mighty Ducks and their characters! Blah, blah, blah.
SUMMARY: Scribbles of the Mighty Ducks with their personal assistant. It switches from humor, adventure, MAYBE lemon, etc. We never know what the next day will bring! Ww/Oc
Mighty Ducks: PA
Chapter: The Job Market Sucks
Phil sat at a local coffee shop with a young woman in her mid 20's. Now, before you get the wrong idea, this was NOT a date… this was actually an interview. Phil has decided to hire a personal assistant for him and the Mighty Ducks… probably the best idea he had ever came up with. Unfortunately, he neglected to share this new path with the ducks… so, who knows what is going to happen!
"So," Phil started as he read the woman's application. "Roxanne Moore, is it?"
"Yes," she smiled with a nod.
Roxanne Moore was an average young woman. She was 5'7, average weight, had sun-kissed skin and had dark-chocolate brown hair which was currently up in tight bun. At her interview, she sported a pair of slate-gray dress pants and a basic baby-blue button-up shirt that matched her big bright eyes.
"Do you have any experience with personal assistance?" he asked half-assed as he sipped his coffee that was probably loaded with chocolate, dairy and carbohydrates.
"I sure do," she answered brightly. "First off, I grew up in a BIG single parent family. Since I'm the oldest, I was declared as the second mom. After graduating high school, I moved here and picked up PA gigs. I have worked for-"
"Good enough for me," Phil interrupted with a shrugged as he stood. "You're hired. You start in the morning."
"O-oh," Roxanne eyebrows shot up with surprise. "That's great! But, er, do you have any other questions for me? I know I have some myself for you…."
"Nah," he waved it off as he started to walk away, she followed him closely behind as they exited the coffee shop. "What's your question?"
"Well," she picked one from her mind that would be useful to know NOW. "Since I'm starting in the morning, I guess that means I'm making breakfast. What do they eat?"
"Anything that doesn't include eggs," he answered easily as he walked up to his fancy classic car.
"Well, that would make sense… since they're ducks and all."
"Great," he wasn't really listening. "See you at 8 in the morning!"
With that, he got in his car, waved goodbye and drove off.
"Well," she stood there dumbfounded as she coughed from his car's muffler fumes on the hot summer day. "That was informative."
At 7:45AM sharp, Roxanne Moore was trying to find her way into the Mighty Ducks underground lair inside of Anaheim's hockey stadium. She walked around the locker room, attempting to find her way in. She was starting to become frustrated because she had a heavy grocery bag in one hand, and the backpack that contained cleaning supplies along with a change of casual clothes was starting to hurt her shoulder. She was also starting to panic because she didn't want to be late on her first day.
"How the Hell?" she mumbled as she stood there, scratching her head. She decided to put her hair up into another bun that day since she would be cooking and cleaning. "How do I get inside?"
She stood there in her black dress pants and purple sweater as she tried to figure out how to get inside this highly secured, secret lair that everybody knew about… she giggled at the contradiction.
"Well," a voice with a Brooklyn-like accent said behind her, making her jump a few feet into the air. "What do we have here?"
She twisted around sharply to face whoever was possibly watching her this entire time.
"Oh!" her eyes widened as she was face to face with… "You must be Duke?"
"Yep," Duke raised his eyebrow suspiciously as he crossed his arms. He was in his casual attire and looked like he just got done with a walk. "And, if I may ask, who are you?"
"Oh," she blushed with embarrassment as she set down her grocery bag and held out her hand for a business greeting. "I'm Roxanne Moore… Phil hired me to help out. He informed me that I was to start at 8:00AM today."
Duke shook her hand but still eyed her cautiously.
"Phil hired you, eh?"
"Uh, yeah," she pulled away gently as he released her hand.
"What questions did he ask you?" Duke crossed his arms yet again and studied the nervous human female in front of him.
"Well, he wasn't much with the questions… all he asked me was my experience with personal assistance… after that, he told me I was hired and he took off without a care in the world. It was odd, really."
"Sounds like Phil," Duke chuckled as he relaxed. "OK, I'll let ya in. But I have to keep ya close until Wildwing meets ya, alright?"
"No problem!" she nodded in appreciation as she picked up her bag. "I'll be in the kitchen for the morning."
"What are ya going to be doing in our kitchen?" Duke asked amused as he entered in a code, which Roxanne kindly turned the other way for, and walked in the elevator after opening.
"I'm making you breakfast," she answered with a smile. "I got egg substitutes… no actual eggs, right?"
"That would be appreciated," Duke laughed as the elevator shut.
"Duke," Wildwing, in his everyday battle gear, walked into the living room to find Duke sitting on the couch the closest to the kitchen, reading a newspaper. "What are you doing out here? You usually practice after your," he paused as he sniffed the air. "Do I smell pancakes?"
Duke chuckled as he set down his reading material to update his leader. "Yes, you smell pancakes."
"Oh," Wildwing paused pleasantly surprised. "Who's cooking them? Nosedive?"
"Of all ducks," Duke started to answer incredulously. "You trust him in the kitchen?"
"In all honesty, I would be concerned if Mallory was cooking."
Duke bursted into laughter as Wildwing grinned in amusement.
"But seriously," Wildwing crossed his arms as stared at the kitchen's direction. "Who's cooking?"
"Our 'personal assistant,'" Duke answered with a chuckle after getting over his laughing fit.
"Our what?"
"You heard me. Phil hired a personal assistant… he had her start way before he even gets here! Can you believe that guy?"
"Whoa, wait, hold the phone…." Wildwing held out his, er, wings to stop the world to get everything straight. "We have a personal assistant… and he's cooking us breakfast?"
"One," Duke sat back further into his seat as he brought up the newspaper to his beak. "He's a good looking she. And two, yes… she's cooking us breakfast that involve no actual eggs."
"I smell bacon too," Wildwing's eyebrows rose as he debated the goodness of a stranger being in their home.
"She's a little chef, from what I noticed," Duke put in as he read. "Why don't you go meet her? I can then start my practice after I read this last piece of dramatic news about Kim Kardashian… whoever that is."
"I guess I can do that," Wildwing was already walking toward the kitchen.
Roxanne flipped a batch of sizzling pancakes quickly as she made sure the bacon was not too crispy. If she was confident in one thing… it was her multi-tasking skills.
After finding out the bacon is still in need of frying, she heard the teapot whistle. She double checked that nothing was going wrong with the real-egg-free pancakes before she pulled the hot teapot off the burner. She walked to the dining table to pour the steaming hot water into a glass teapot to start brewing some morning tea. She stood back to make sure her plate placements were correct before she walked back to her very busy stove.
She set down the empty teapot and began to talk aloud.
"OK," she looked around. "Last batch of pancakes and bacon almost finished. Syrup and other goodness on table. Milk out, orange juice out. Coffee ready. Tea ready in case they are not coffee drinkers…"
"I'll take a cup of coffee if it's up for grabs," a voice said behind her as she once again jump a few feet into the air.
"AH!" she turned around as she grasped her chest to calm her pounding heart. "Geez, you guys are good at that!"
"Good at what?" Wildwing asked innocently as he leaned against the counter. "Startling people? Yeah, we're good at that."
"I can tell," she chuckled as she went over to get his cup of coffee. "Cream and sugar?"
"Just cream," he answered simply. She instantly came back with what he ordered. "Thanks!"
"You're welcome," she smiled as she shook his free hand. "I'm Roxanne Moore. There are some pancakes and bacon ready if you are hungry."
"I'm Wildwing," he greeted. When she pulled away to continue cooking, he observed her casually. She was pretty for a human… she had these big blue eyes with long lashes. Her lips, which were accented with a hint of clear gloss, were smooth and full. Her nose was the perfect size for her tan porcelain face. "So Phil hired you, huh?"
"Yup!" she chirped happily as she flipped the pancakes once again to ensure full completion. "I take it he didn't tell you… Duke seemed rather confused when he found me in your guys' locker room trying to get in."
"Phil didn't say a thing," Wing watched her as she put the bacon onto a paper towel covered plate. "But it's a nice surprise."
"I hope so," she smiled as she glanced at him quickly. She was a bit nervous… talking to the leader and all. "I don't know if Duke told you, but Phil didn't ask many questions. If you have any, feel free to throw them at me. I know I have a few for you."
"Sounds like Phil," Wildwing chuckled. "Here's one. As a personal assistant, what are your responsibilities?"
"Whatever you want them to be," she answered as she plated the finished pancakes on a gigantic serving tray… there must have been eight batches on that thing! "I can clean, cook, run errands, answer calls… whatever you need, really."
"That sounds… helpful!"
"That's my job," she turned to him with a confident smile. "I am here to make life a bit easier for you all." She continued to work as she carried the food to the table. "Now that you know you have an assistant, what you are you looking for in one?"
"Well," he thought for a second. "The main thing is someone we can trust."
"OK," she nodded in understanding. "Is there anything I need to complete? Like, an honesty test or something?"
"A what?" Wildwing questioned with bafflement.
"You know, an honesty test!" she turned to him with a soft, complimenting smile. "A lot of employers do it… it's where the applier answers a bunch of tricky questions that will prove if they lie or not. To see if they answer anything that is contradicting."
"Uh, we don't have anything like that." He set down his coffee and stood straight with his hands on his golden mask. "If you don't mind, I would like to check you out."
"Uh," she looked around confused; pink tinted her cheeks ever so slightly at his choice of words. "OK?"
She heard faint 'beeping' sounds from his direction as he literally looked her up and down. The eyes on his mask illuminated red as he observed her… which made her slightly uncomfortable.
"OK," once he was finished, he leaned back against the counter, pick up his coffee and sipped it casually. "You're legit. You're human."
"Uh," she stood there dumbfounded. "Good to know… what just happen?"
"I was checking to see if you weren't somebody else."
"Who?" she raised her eyebrow, slightly disturbed that he questioned if she was human.
"Just someone we know," he waved it off as he took another sip. "You make a great cup of coffee, by the way. It's perfect!"
"Thanks," she shook her head to rid of the awkward confusion. "Oh, are there any dietary needs for you or the others? Like, vegetarian, gluten allergies, etc."
"Nope," he smiled as he shook his head. "Pancakes and bacon are perfect."
"Good!" she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"Well," he thought for a moment. "You can join me for breakfast… that you graciously made."
"OK, I already ate but I can most definitely sit with you," she nodded as she pulled out his chair for him to take as she sat down in an extra she pulled out for herself. He sat down and started to chit-chat with the new young woman as they waited for the others.
Roxanne was relieved that breakfast went well and the ducks accepted her with ease… they, of course, were suspicious at first but they immediately warmed up.
At the moment, she sat in the living area folding the biggest pile of laundry ever. Nothing personal… just gigantic towels, washcloths and rags. But there were so many! But it was understandable for six crime-fighting and professional hockey playing ducks. She smiled as the scent of the 'rainforest' drifted into the air from the clean towel towers that she had built around her… this made her giggle, really. She unintentionally made a fortress.
"Helloooo?" Nosedive's voice called from behind the walls of fluffiness. "Roxy? Did we lose you? Repeat. Did we lose you? Should I call for back up? Over."
Roxanne laughed at the captain's little brother's sense of humor. She knew they were going to get along just fine.
"Nosedive," she played along. "I am in need of a truck to transport the goods to their respectable homes. Over."
It was Nosedive's turn to laugh… along with others. Apparently, Wildwing and Mallory were in the room as well.
"Geez," Mallory whistled as she peeked around the towel buildings. "I never knew we had so many towels…."
"They were hidden in Nosedive's room," Roxanne's voice informed from behind the masses.
"Nosedive," Wildwing scolded. "We bought a hamper for each one of us for a reason. Use yours."
"Boobalaas!" Phil's voice sang as he finally made it into work… at noon. He stopped and looked around. "Where's Annie? I got a list of stuff for her to do… where is she? Don't tell me she's a no-show. God, no decent workers these days."
"Uh," Roxanne's voice answered, somewhat bothered by his comment. "I'm here… and it's Roxanne."
"What's rockin?" Phil stared blankly at the city of towels.
"Her name, Phil," Wildwing sighed. "Her name is Roxanne… not Annie."
"By the way," Mallory crossed her arms as she glared at Phil. "Thanks for the heads up."
"Whaaaat?" Phil held up his hands in defense. "I got us an assistant… I thought you would be happy!"
"We are happy, man," Nosedive raised his eyebrow. "But sheesh, warn us next time!"
"What Nosedive is trying to say," Wildwing stepped forward. "It would be nice if you informed us that you were hiring somebody. We would have been more prepared."
"Like," Mallory continued to glare. "Not having the urge to pull out my puck launcher on the poor thing."
"You were going to shoot me?" Roxanne's upset voice asked.
"If Duke didn't find you," Wildwing stated a matter-of-factly. "Yes, she would."
"Well," Phil clapped his hands in hopes of moving on. "She wasn't shot. So, no lawsuit. It turned out well!"
Wildwing growled in the lack of consideration their manager was showing. Lawsuit? That's what he's worried about? How about Roxanne's risk of being hurt!
"Anyway," Phil moved on. "I have a charity thing… this weekend, we up the ticket price for the game and the profits go to a good cause!"
"Like," Wildwing crossed his arms. "Your wallet?"
"What?" Phil pretended to be offended. "Would I ever do something like that?"
"Yes," the three ducks deadpanned.
"Why can't we donate money to an actual charity?" Mallory asked tiredly.
"Yeah, man," Nosedive shook his head. "When it comes to money, you're not really giving."
"How about pay in something else?" Roxanne's voice suggested… she was apparently still folding rags.
"Like what?" Phil put his hands on his hips but then smiled. "Ooo, like jewelry? TVs?"
"Uh, no… I mean instead of paying money to see the game, why don't you only accept stuff that you can donate? Like clothes, toys, food…. After the game, it can be dropped it off at a crisis center."
"That's," Wildwing smiled thoughtfully. "That's a very good idea, Roxanne."
"Yeah," Mallory uncrossed her arms. "I like the sound of that."
"Thanks!" Roxanne chirped. "I figure it's a win for all. The audience gets a free game, people who have nothing will get something, and you guys get to play hockey and help out at the same time."
"Not a win for all," Phil scowled. "What about my wallet? I think someone is getting fired today."
Roxanne's chest tightened while she was crestfallen. Tears were about to rim her eyes and she started to panic… she was thankful that no one could see her.
No! I really need this job….
"Phil," Wildwing glared daggers at his managers. "You fire her, we're firing you."
"And then we'll hire her as our manager," Nosedive piped as he nodded his head toward Downtown Towels.
"Wait," Mallory looked around with a smirk. "We can't do that now?"
"Fine!" Phil threw his hands up in the air, defeated. "No firing anybody!"
"Good," Wildwing started to walk away, the other ducks followed him. "We'll be practicing, if you need us."
After all the ducks left, Phil turned around and glared at the pile of towels.
"Just because I can't fire you," he growled in annoyance. "Doesn't mean you are going to go unpunished for that trick you just pulled."
"What trick, sir?" Roxanne asked timidly as she peeked out from the towel-scrapers.
"You know what I mean."
"Sorry, sir… I didn't mean to upset you. I only suggested an idea for the charity situation."
"Well," he turned around and started to walk away. "My first form of punishment will be cleaning the Migrator."
"OK?" she climbed out into view… unsure how this was a punishment.
"Good luck cleaning it… it's upside down."
After putting away the clean towels, Phil guided Roxanne to the Migrator… that was indeed upside down. Phil stomped off without saying anything as he left her with her new chore. Roxanne felt bad… she didn't mean to piss off her boss. She watched him leave in a huff as she stood there in her casual attire… ripped jean shorts, a red flannel shirt and black ankle hiking boots.
She sighed as she turned back to the upside down craft, and tilted her head in curiosity. In her hands, she carried a big bucket full of various cleaning supplies, a mop and a broom.
"Well," she shrugged as she walked toward the strange craft. "It's not going to clean itself."
After finding her way inside, Roxanne quickly scrubbed down all surfaces to the point of seeing one's reflection. This task would not be a big deal if she wasn't standing on the ceiling.
"Awesome!" she smiled victoriously as she admired her work. She made sure she was careful with the controls… so far, so good! "Now, all I need to do is the bathroom."
Drake One's alarm sounded and everyone gathered around.
"There's alien spaceship flying over Anaheim!" Tanya exclaimed.
"Well," Wildwing narrowed his eyes. "They don't come in peace because they're shooting down buildings!"
Roxanne finished polishing the tiniest bathroom she had ever stood in. There was barely room for one person! Because of the small space, she had to keep her supplies outside the room. She didn't like how the door automatically swings shut, but she made do.
"Not so bad, if I do say so myself," she grinned as she pocketed her cleaning rag. "Now, let's get out of here."
All of sudden, the entire Migrator started to shake and rumble as the engines were being fired up.
"What the?" her brows furrowed as she tried to hold herself in place. "Oh shit!"
She noticed that the entire craft was turning right side up as she tried to keep herself from falling.
Everyone sat in their seats as the Migrator prepped for flight.
CRASH! BOOM!
"Did you guys hear that?" Mallory asked she looked around.
"Yeah," Duke stared at the others. "What was that?"
"Did you guys notice its lemony fresh in here?" Nosedive observed in a commercial-like voice.
"Who's that handsome duck in front of me?" Duke asked aloud. "Oh, it's my reflection."
"I take it Roxanne was here," Wildwing guessed as he steered the Migrator toward the zappy UFO. "And she must've left her cleaning stuff behind."
"Loosely left it," Mallory grumbled as bucket rolled by. "Wing, we can't fight if buckets and rags are flying at us."
"I'll put the stuff away," Wildwing unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. "Nosedive, take over."
"Got it, bro!"
Wildwing walked down the short L-shaped hall in the back of the Migrator. He was right when he thought there were cleaning supplies in here. He sighed as he placed the broom upright next to the bathroom door but jumped a bit when he shuffling in their restroom.
"Hello?" he knocked quietly.
"Come in?" a voice timidly replied.
"Roxanne?" he opened the door and didn't see anything at first. But when he looked down, he grimaced at her uncomfortable position. She on her back, crumpled with her feet in the air and her head scrunched in a corner.
"Hi," she smiled weakly as she tried to get up.
"What are you doing here?" Wildwing asked as he bent down and pulled her out of her odd yoga position. Once on her wobbly feet, the girl shook out the dizziness and ache in her head. The leader held her still as she was having trouble standing.
"Phil sent me to clean the Migrator," she rubbed that back of her head. "I wasn't aware that it requires a helmet."
"Dammit, Phil," Wildwing growled into the air. "Roxanne, next time Phil sends you to clean any of our vehicles, let me know first. OK?"
"Will do," she nodded with a grimace. Her eyes widen as the entire ship rocked violently. "What the?"
"Hold on!" they heard Nosedive cry with excitement.
"Uh oh," Wildwing eyes widened. He worries were confirmed when entire craft jolted harshly to one side. He held onto Roxanne to catch her from falling when they crashed into a wall.
"INCOMING ON THE LEFT, NOSEDIVE!" Mallory shouted a warning.
Roxanne and Wildwing yelped when they were thrown back into the bathroom. When being smashed into the wall, the small door whipped shut and a broom fell on the outside and blocked it from opening.
"OW!" Roxanne cried as she was wedged between the wall and Wildwing's massive armor. Since he was taller, his chest was smashing her face. She tried to shift but instead of having pressure on her face, it switched to her neck. She gasped desperately but she barely had oxygen coming in. "Wildwing, I can't breathe!"
"I'm trying to pull back," he claimed as he leaned back against the door in attempt to open it. "Something must be blocking the bathroom!"
"W-w," she wheezed as her struggles began to lessen. Her sight started to waver and pin-needle like tingles invaded her limbs.
The captain noticed her sudden lack of movements and gasped when he saw what was happening. "Roxanne!" He quickly transformed into his casual attire, which gave a little bit more elbow room.
Roxanne inhaled harshly as she was no longer being suffocated by her boss's ridiculously big battle gear. She stood still as the dizziness subsided slowly, leaving her only a little light headed.
"Are you OK?" Wildwing asked urgently as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He bent his head down slightly to look at her face. "Roxy?"
"Y-yeah," she coughed out softly as she looked up with a weak, reassuring smile. "You guys need a bigger bathroom. There's no way Grin could fit in here."
"I'll put that in the suggestion box," Wildwing breathed in relief, thankful he did not kill her. "I'm sorry about that… are you sure you're OK?"
"Yeah, Wildwing," she nodded with more energy this time. But she was feeling rather… enclosed due to lack of space. "And don't worry about it. Your armor is so awesome, it took my breath away."
Wildwing shook his head in amusement… but their cute moment was interrupted when the entire Migrator jolted in all sorts of directions.
"OK," she huffed as her and the leader was pushed in every direction possible. "Who is flying this thing… I want to see a license!"
"It's Nosedive… we kind of in a battle."
"WHAT?" she looked up at him panicked.
"LOOPY LOOP, EVERYBODY!" Nosedive faint battle cry was heard.
"Uh oh," Roxanne and Wildwing looked at each other with full knowledge of what was going to happen next.
Not even a second later, the entire craft twirled into a full circle. Wildwing wrapped his arms around the assistant to bury her in his chest… it was a attempt to use his body to shield her from any more harm. She heard her muffled scream as she sank into him while they fell toward the ceiling. Wildwing grunted as the two crashed, breaking the bathroom light in the process. Now everything was pitch-black. He made sure that neither his or her head made the first brutal contact… instead, his upper back and shoulders took the first hit while Roxanne was roughly cradled into his bent form.
"Ah!" she cried as they were then thrown in her direction… Wildwing was practically all muscle so he was heavy! The weight of his body on her own knocked the wind out of her lungs… what was up with this guy literally taking her breath away?
The bathroom mirror behind her cracked and tiny shards nicked her bare legs. Wildwing's beak bopped her forehead accidentally as the Migrator jolted yet again.
"Ouch!" he whined as he tried to rub his beak but didn't have the chance as they plummet downward.
"You're telling me!" she exclaimed as she felt a 'goose egg' beginning to form near her temple.
"OOF!" they grunted as they both crashed into the ground in a crumpled heap.
"YAY!" Nosedive wooted from afar. "WE WON!"
"Thank the lord," Roxanne muffled into Wildwing's shoulder as they both were getting over the shock of being thrown around like a ping-pong ball. "Do you have any ideas on how to get out of this position? It feels like Twister gone wrong."
"I don't even know how we are both fitting on the ground… it's dark as He-"
He was interrupted when the door swung open abruptly and they both came tumbling out. Roxanne yelped as she fell on her back and Wildwing crash landed on top of her… once again, taking her breath away.
"Ugggh," she moaned in annoying pain as she was pinned to the ground.
"Should I come back later?"
The two looked up to see Duke holding the door open with one hand and a broom in the other. His eyes, er, eye sparkled as he tried to hold his laughter in. He knew what honestly happened… they obviously were thrown into the bathroom and locked in due to Nosedive's crazy flying.
Roxanne's face was bright red as she hid her face into Wildwing's neck. Her bun has been loosened and was about to fall down to reveal the true length of her hair. Her button-up flannel shirt was disheveled and looked like she just got done with a heavy-duty make-out session. Wildwing, who was on top of her, also looked like a hurricane just hit him as his feathers and clothes were ruffled… he was most likely blushing underneath the mask of Drake Ducaine. But the deadly glare aimed at the former-thief friend was obvious.
"You know damn well it's not what it looks like," Wildwing growled at him, but was oddly not moving an inch.
"You sure?" Duke grinned; he was going to enjoy this. "I didn't know you had it in you, Wildwing… getting with the new personal assistant on her first day. You sly duck."
"Duke," the leader snarled warningly.
"Don't be ashamed, man," he continued to taunt. "She's a very attractive woman. I don't blame ya. But in the Migrator's bathroom during a battle? Come on, buddy… she deserves more class than that."
"Damn it, Duke!"
"I suggest you get up before the others see you love birds… wouldn't want the word to get out so soon."
"OK, Duke," Wildwing started to get up as he glared suspiciously. "What is it going to take?"
Once he stood up, he and Duke helped the blushing Roxanne off the ground. The two ducks continued to do a stare-down at each other as the girl stood on the sideline. How embarrassing! She surely lost her job…
"Hmmm," Duke thought aloud. "How about all the stupid publicity stunts that Phil assigns to me, you graciously volunteer for instead."
"I'll take one," Wildwing crossed his arms.
"You'll take what I tell you to take," Duke chuckled darkly. "Unless you want the entire team to know…."
"Fine," Wildwing sighed in defeat. "How many?"
"For the rest of the year."
"Deal," the two shook on it. The two looked at the quiet human female who was looking down, holding herself in comfort.
"So," Duke smiled in a super-friendly manner. "How was your first day?"
"It was," she answered meekly. "Different."
"Coming back tomorrow?" the older duck asked curiously.
"Yes," she looked up shyly. "If you guys want me to…."
Duke chuckled as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You're tougher than you look, sweetheart. Look on the bright side, at least it wasn't Grin locked in there with you… I don't think you could survive that avalanche."
"Duke," she deadpanned. "Grin wouldn't be able to fit his arm in there."
"Ha," Duke chuckled as he turned to walk away, tossing aside the broom. "Wing, you might want to phase back into your armor."
FLASH!
"Are you OK?" Wildwing asked after flashing on his battle gear. He turned to her, genuinely concerned about her physical state. He noticed the scratches along her forearms and legs from the mirror. She also had a wicked bump on the side of her forehead that was beginning to bruise.
"Y-yeah," she nodded as she looked down embarrassed. "Are you OK? How's your beak?"
Wildwing rubbed his beak and grimaced in the memory of the sharp pain… it's like hitting a funny bone… but on your face.
"It's alright," he stood there awkwardly. "I have this fancy mask to protect it."
"I can tell," she stated grimly as she gently touched her beak-battle wound… she winced as it stung. "I'm sorry that you have to take Duke's place in those publicity stunts…."
"Don't worry about it," he waved it off.
"I do… it's my fault that you are in that position."
"Hey," he lifted her chin to make her face him. "It's not your fault. It's actually Phil's, come to think of it."
"I deserved it… I pissed him off," she frowned even more.
"I know what's going on…" Wildwing pulled away and crossed his arms. "It's because of this afternoon… the charity thing, right?"
She looked away nervous… crap, now I'm a nark.
"I knew it," he sighed. "Listen, you didn't do anything wrong. Phil is greedy when it comes to money… but he's also accepting. He accepted us ducks when we first arrived. And he accepted you right off the bat, without question."
"Almost literally," she shook her with a chuckle.
"If you're worried about losing this job, don't be. The only way you will be leaving is if you quit... Do you quit?"
She shook her head feverishly.
"Great!" he smiled. "Because I want you to stay… you make great coffee."
"After we went back to the pond, Wildwing told the crew that I was trapped in the bathroom alone and was trying to get me out." Roxanne told her roommate, Sarah, about her first day with the Mighty Ducks.
The two sat at their little dining table in the little two bedroom apartment in downtown Anaheim.
"Oh my GOD!" Sarah giggled as her caramel eyes twinkled in laughter. Her pale face complexion blushed as she tried hard not to laugh. She brushed back her dirty blonde hair as she motioned for 'Rox' to finish her story. "What happened after that?"
"Well," the brunette thought aloud in remembrance. "I made dinner and convinced Phil that he works too hard."
"What?" Sarah asked incredulously. "Why would you do that?"
"Well," Rox shrugged with a sneaky smirk. "To be helpful, of course. Phil let me handle half of the publicity stunts… which I will make worthwhile and easy."
"Aw! To ease Wildwing's pain for the rest of the year! You're so sweet and tricky…."
"Thanks! I try!"
The two laughed.
End until next time!