I swear, the plot bunnies keep multiplying. Anyway, I've been reading either origin stories or just stories where one of the six have flashbacks about their life before the series was supposed to take place. So I'm going to try my ideas from different times of each duck and see how it works out (though I'm combining Wildwing and Nosedive's for obvious reasons).

By the way, did you know? Sometimes, no matter how often you see a person, you can miss them

Disclaimer: I don't own MD:TAS. If I did, I'd be rich

The seven year old Nosedive sighed.

He was bored out of his mind. He was at sitting on the porch at home, waiting for Wildwing to come back from playing hockey. With Canard.

Without him.

This was becoming a frequent thing as of late. Dive would come home from school, hoping that his older, almost eleven year old brother would be there when he came back. However, this was not the case.

Ever since Canard Thunderbeak had moved in a few houses down from them when Dive was four and Wing was almost eight, things hadn't been easy for Nosedive. At first, Canard had acted alright towards the younger Flashblade. But the minute the youngest turned six, the Thunderbeak had turned downright mean towards Nosedive. Hardly ever in front of Wing of course, but it hurt the younger duckling.

So for the past two years, Nosedive tried as best as he could to play with Wildwing and Canard, despite what Canard would do or say.

But since Nosedive's last Hatching Day a little over three weeks ago, Wildwing had been leaving Nosedive behind. Or at least, he wasn't home anymore when Nosedive came home from school. He didn't know if the older sibling was realizing it or not, but Nosedive was incredibly sad whenever his elder brother wasn't around to play with. It was like Canard was replacing him.

And since Nosedive had very few friends of his own, he was incredibly lonely.

The younger Flashblade brought a hand to his face, to rub his eyes only to find that his cheeks and eyes were wet with tears. When did I start crying? the seven year old thought. He lowered his hand and just let the tears fall. Why bother with Wing? He doesn't ever want to play with me anymore. All he cares about is stupid Canard-

"Dive! Why're you crying?"

The younger Flashblade looked up to see Wildwing in front of him. As the older one sat next to Dive on the porch to unlace his skates, he asked, "What's wrong? Was someone picking on you again?"

Nosedive just shook his head.

"Then what's the matter?"

The younger one sniffled. "Nuffin," he said.

"Dive, it's not 'nothing' if you're sitting out here crying," Wildwing pointed out, placing his skates on the porch next to him. "How long have you been out here anyway?"

"Since I got home from school."

Wildwing looked at his watch, eyes widening when he realized what time it was. "You've been out here for almost four hours?!" he exclaimed. Without waiting for an answer (or picking up his skates,) the older one got up, picking up Nosedive. As he adjusted the younger duckling in his arms, Wing said, "I can't believe you been out here so long. No wonder you look like you're turning blue! Let's go inside and warm up."

Nosedive just curled up against Wildwing, shivering a little as the older Flashblade sibling opened the door and carried him inside to the living room. Wildwing carefully set Dive on the couch, who just stared off into space. "I'm gonna go get a blanket for you, okay?"

"I don't want one."

"But you're freezing," Wildwing told him, heading in the direction of a nearby closet.

"I don't want one," Nosedive repeated, wiping his eyes. He looked up at Wing. "Can you stay with me?"

Wildwing sighed. "Sure," he answered. He sat down on the couch next to Nosedive, who immediately crawled onto the other's lap, taking a hold of his brother's shirt, and curled up against him.

Since the younger one was still shivering a little, Wildwing brought his arms around his younger brother, concerned about why Dive was acting this way. "What's wrong Dive?" he asked. "And I know it's not 'nothing', so don't say that again. You can tell me what's bugging you, you know that Dive."

A few moments of silence passed before he got his shocking answer.

"I miss you."

Wildwing looked down at his brother. "I see you everyday," he said. "Why would you miss me?"

" 'Cuz you're always playin' with Canard," Nosedive said, burying his face into Wing's chest. "I never get to play with you anymore. You aren't here when I get home and sometimes you don't eat dinner with Mom, Dad, and me. I don't see you before I have to go to bed neither 'cuz you're doin' homework and Mom says I shouldn't bug you."

Wildwing thought about what Nosedive had just said and realized that the younger one was right. The past few weeks, he hadn't seen much of his younger brother, nor thought much about him; he and Canard would be playing hockey after school, in detention (but that had only happened once or twice and the Flashblade parents didn't know), eating dinner at the Thunderbeaks when it got too late after playing hockey, or doing homework when he finally did get home.

Wildwing felt instant guilt at this sudden realization; he had been leaving his brother behind without meaning to. It wasn't that he wanted to leave Nosedive behind, it was just that Nosedive got out later than Canard and Wildwing did and lately, all Canard wanted to do was go play hockey at the local rink.

And Wing knew how lonely Dive could get when the few friends he had weren't around (which was the norm as of late.)

The older Flashblade held his brother closer, feeling terrible for Nosedive. He remembered the times before Nosedive was hatched when he was lonely or the kids at the daycare he had stayed at would pick on him. Wing had absolutely hated it. It wasn't until his parents told him that he was going to get a younger brother or sister that he felt happy about loneliness, because even if he wouldn't have friends later, he'd still have a sibling to play with.

"I…I'm sorry Dive," Wildwing finally said. "I guess I forgot what it's like to be lonely. And I haven't been meaning to ignore you, it just…happened."

"…Mom says that, doesn't she?" Nosedive asked slowly, looking up at Wildwing. "Things sometimes happen?"

"Yeah. Things sometimes happen that are out of our control, or we don't realize that we were doing them in the first place." Wildwing could feel Nosedive's shivering starting to decrease, so he felt a little better about that. The almost eleven year old smiled. "I know something that'll make you feel better."

Nosedive looked confused. "What is it?" he asked.

"Want some hot chocolate with those funky marshmallows Mom puts in it?"

The younger one brightened up. "Yeah!" he exclaimed.

"Alright, but only on one condition," Wildwing said. "You gotta either let me put a blanket on you or put on a jacket since you were sitting outside so long."

" 'kay," Nosedive answered. He immediately scrambled off Wildwing's lap and headed for the coat closet to get his jacket.

Wing laughed a little and went to the kitchen. Hot chocolate always made Dive feel better, especially when their mother put in the funny-shaped marshmallows. And it was the best stuff Wildwing had ever had too, but the marshmallows were too sweet for him.

He started pulling the 'mixture' that their mother kept in a jar labeled "Secret H.C. Mix" from the pantry. Wing had never thought that he would (intentionally or unintentionally) neglect his younger brother. What was weirder was that Canard seemed to be in a better mood whenever Nosedive wasn't around.

That struck a thought into the almost eleven year old's head, causing him to stop in mid-reach of some mugs from a cupboard shelf. Could Canard not like Dive? he thought. Quickly grabbing two cups from the shelf, he put them on the counter and poured a bit of the mixture into each mug, thinking.

It was true that Wing had noticed some subtle things happen in the last two years, but when Canard had first arrived when Dive was just four, the Thunderbeak had been nice to the younger Flashblade. So why would Canard object to his brother now?

"Is it ready, is it ready?!"

Wildwing turned from where he was in the kitchen to see Nosedive in an oversized jacket, (something that had been a gift from a random uncle who thought the kid would grow into it,) hopping up into a chair at the table. He then looked back at the two, steaming cups of hot chocolate.

When did I finish making it? he thought, picking up the mugs and bringing them to the table. "Yup," Wing answered. "Just let me get the marshmallows."

Nosedive just sat happily in his seat at the table, waiting and watching as his big brother got marshmallows just for him. When Wildwing brought them to the table, the older sibling watched as Dive placed a few in his own mug, grinning the whole time.

Nosedive smiling over something so simple, Wildwing thought, taking a drink. He looks best when he smiles, and seeing him sad was like...I dunno. It made me sad too. He continued to watch as his younger brother drank the 'special' hot chocolate, acting like he had forgotten the entire afternoon.

This is how it should be.