Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Mighty Ducks, Disney does. Everybody knows that. I'm just borrowing them, ok? So don't go getting mad and trying to sue me, because you won't get much from me, I can tell you that right now. Be a big waste of time really. (Oh man, I sound like some telemarketing machine, don't I?)
Author's Note: This is my first Mighty Ducks fanfiction, so please be gentle. But I DO want some kind of feedback, so send me some reviews. They are read and appreciated you know. Anyway, I hope you like my story…
"How Could I?"
By Madvy
Chapter 1-Strange Dream
It was a beautiful morning in Anaheim, California, and all of the ducks at the Pond were just starting to wake up. Slowly, one by one, they all strolled casually into the kitchen, looking for breakfast and (for the ducks who liked it) the daily cup of coffee.
"Good morning, how's everyone doing?" asked Wildwing, as he stepped through the kitchen door.
"Not bad," replied Duke.
"I slept well," said Tanya.
"My slumber was a very peaceful one, thankfully," stated Grin.
"And I didn't wake up to any surprises courtesy of one teenager this morning," Mallory added happily.
"Speaking of which, has anyone seen Nosedive this morning?" asked Wing.
"Not me," said Tanya.
"Ah, he's probably still asleep, like he always is," Duke said, "You know how much the kid loves to sleep in."
"You're probably right," said Wing.
At that moment, the kitchen door swooshed (is that what they do?) open, as one very sleep deprived Nosedive walked in.
"Hey baby bro', you okay? You look like you didn't sleep a wink last night," Wildwing said.
"Well then, you'd be right, because I didn't," Nosedive stated, with much less enthusiasm than he normally had, even it he had just gotten up. He took a seat at the table.
"You mind telling us why you're so tired?" his brother asked.
All the older brother got was a soft groan from his younger brother, who now had his head in his arms on the table.
"Kid, you didn't go out partying with Thrash and Mookie again, did you?" asked Duke.
By now, the sight of the teen had gotten everyone's attention. He looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot, dull, lifeless, with huge bags underneath them. Dive's normally well-kept hair appeared limp, even though he had just woken up. His feathers were pale, and lacked their normal yellowish- peach color. But the worst part, by far, was his overall absence of energy. Now, the normal Nosedive would have been bustling full of energy, but this morning, it was as if he didn't have any left to begin with.
"No, I didn't go out 'partying' Duke," the young duck answered.
"Oh, ok. Just makin' sure."
"But, that still doesn't explain why you didn't get any sleep last night, Dive. Now tell me, what's going on?" Wing pleaded.
"Well, I had this weird dream last night."
"Care to tell us about it, little bro'?"
Dive sighed. "I don't know. I mean, it wasn't like a nightmare or any of my bad memories. It was more like, like, well..." His speech trailed off.
"Why don't you tell us what happened in the dream, Nosedive," suggested Tanya, "Then, maybe, it might make more sense."
"You guys sure you want to hear it?"
"Well, it's not like we don't have anything better to do," Mallory snorted.
Wilding narrowed his eyes. "Mallory..."
"What?!"
"Go ahead Dive. We're listening."
"Well..." And so Nosedive began his tale.