Beyond Sight.

Hey there now I have been trying to write a story with this particular character for a while now but I always seem to get so far and then get serious writers block so here's try number three! I do not own the mighty ducks so don't sue me, not that I have any money anyway! Enjoy.

Wildwing looked up at stars and sighed. They'd been here for nearly two years now and they were still no closer to finding a way home. Truth be told, he wasn't all that sure he wanted to go home. His parents were dead; most of his friends were dead, what was there for him to go back for? He'd given up on the idea of Canard being alive a long time ago, or at least that's what he told himself the only thing he had left to treasure in life was his little brother who, despite many objections was now back at high school and doing amazingly well considering the circumstances. He'd even had a couple of girlfriends all of whom wound up being after him only for the fame and money which left big bro to pick up the pieces. That's part of the reason he was out in the middle of the night in the park staring up at the stars. Despite living with five other ducks and despite having his crazy brother as company he was lonely. For a time he'd dated Tanya and he loved her to bits but both of them agreed that it wasn't as lovers but more as good friends. Mallory was far too perfect for him and even a little intimidating in some ways, that and he wasn't entirely keen on the way he treated his teenage charge. He sighed again and glanced to the right on hearing a sound along the path nearby.

"Look boys I really don't need this right now okay, I just want to get this milk and stuff home and enjoy a nice old fashioned hot chocolate so buzz off okay?" He followed the woman's voice round a bend in the path to find three men ahead of him facing the opposite direction and a tall, blonde girl who must have been late teens to early twenties facing him. One of the guys held a knife and he wondered if this girl was just tough or stupid but as he grew closer he noticed she held a long stick in her hand and her eyes weren't focused on anything, she was blind!

"Just hand us your purse lady and we won't have to get rough." One of the thugs spat out, Wildwing reached for the puck blaster he kept stuffed down the back of his pants.

"Trust me boys you don't want to do that." The girl said lifting her stick into what looked like a defensive position.

"What are you kidding!" another of the thugs asked.

"Yeah," the last one piped up, "you're the perfect victim, they need eye witnesses to prove it's us and your eyes ain't any use for no one."

"Back off creeps," Wildwing growled lifting his blaster and pointing it at them, "and I won't get rough." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the girl raise an eyebrow.

"You know it ain't Halloween for another three weeks right?" One scoffed and lunged for the girl whilst the other two went for him. Wildwing was caught of guard and they knocked him over and threw his gun into the bushes. He managed to knee one in the gut giving him some time to take on the other whilst that guy recovered. Wing dodged one punch, rolled his eyes and hit the guy into a tree then hit him again for good measure. That was when the first thug leapt onto his back.

"Argh get off me freak!" Wildwing yelled, the guy was nearly the same build as him and with the strangle hold he had on him he was starting to see spots. Then all of a sudden there was a crack and the guy let go.

"I only hit him right?" The blonde girl asked looking concerned, "I didn't nick you too did I?"

"Uh no," Wildwing looked around for the final guy who lay in a heap to his left, "what happened to him Miss . . . uh?"

"Jessica. And I happened," she said looking in his general direction and smiling, "I did warn them but thanks for helping anyway Mr. Hero."

"You're welcome," Wildwing looked around and noticed a ruined bag of groceries on the floor, "what were you doing shopping for groceries at this time of night?"

"Well Mr. Hero it's easier for me to get around when there's less people about." She explained, "They're ruined aren't they?"

"Yeah pretty much," Wildwing spotted his blaster and retrieved it from the bush it had landed in, "want me to go with you to get some more? These guys won't be attacking anyone else tonight."

"I'm sure they won't and thanks, if you're offering."

Wildwing made a quick call to Cleghorn to pick up the muggers and the pair made their way back over to the store on the other side of the park.

"So I don't know your name yet." Jessica said once they were back outside the store.

"Oh it's Wildwing."

"Unusual name isn't a hockey player called that or something?"

"Yeah, that would be me." He said as he strolled along the street with her marvelling at how well she seemed to be able to find her way around so many obstacles without her sight. "You watch . . . I mean listen to hockey?" He desperately hoped she wouldn't take offence.

"No but my friend watches it when she's not tinkering around with something." Jessica smiled allowing him to relax.

"So how'd you fight them back there without . . . you know?"

"Oh that, before I lost my sight my dad taught me martial arts, I was pretty good at it too. Then when I lost my sight he made me keep going, you know the whole you have other senses so use them!" She laughed and he smiled.

"So which way's home?"

"Oh I can get back by myself, but thanks for the help," she grinned at him, "and here I thought chivalry was dead."

"I'm not letting you walk back alone after nearly getting mugged!"

"Alright I live three blocks away in the pent house of Fumazuki Tower." Wildwing let out a long whistle.

"Well let's go then." It wasn't long before they arrived at the tower and Wildwing said goodbye but not before Jessica made him promise to give her a ring some time so she could get to know her hero a little better. They parted ways and Jessica made her way up to the penthouse via a private elevator.

"Who - was - that!" A younger girl shrieked as Jessica entered the penthouse.

"Just some one who helped me take out some thugs stupid enough to try to mug me?" She said a little more dreamily than she'd meant.

"Tha was a mighty duck!" A Japanese girl, complete with accent, exclaimed.

"I know his name's Wildwing, Hitome and can you not shout so loud it is one in the morning." Jessica went to put the groceries away and found them lifted out of her hands.

"You know you really shouldn't go off on your own in your condition Jessica," the younger girl scolded, "I mean without your telepathic powers your not nearly as fast as you were and until they start working again then there's no way for you to defend yourself it's not like before you know."

"I know that Cassidy and with or without my powers I can still kick but thank you very much!" Jessica said more than a little peeved at being scolded by a sixteen year old bubblehead.

"It is imperative you no use powers on this world, in this reality your Meta humans do not exist!" Hitome exclaimed, "We cannot risk a panic."

"But Hitome!" Cassidy whined, "the mighty ducks were accepted just fine why can't I just start doing what I do best again pleeeease!"

"Absolutely not." Jessica said firmly, "that'd be all I need little miss leggy destroyer on the loose again!" Jessica thought to herself.

"Well anyway at least it looks like you've made a new friend," Cassie said grinning, "I mean you do like him right?"

"Well I. . ."

"Hmmm?"

"His voice is kind of sexy but that doesn't mean I'm going to go all girly and start swooning okay!"

"He he! I knew it." Cassie squealed.

Back at the pond Wildwing made his way through the many corridors as quietly as possible.

"Wildwing?" The white mallard stopped at his brother's voice, "Where've you been bro?"

"Just wanted some air little brother."

"You okay?"

"Uh huh."

"What's that in your hand?" Nosedive pointed to Wing's right hand which still held Jessica's number he'd scribbled down, "Are you blushing?"

"No!"

"What's on the piece of paper Wing?"

"It's just a number!"

"Who's number?"

"Does it matter?

"Yes!"

"Are you going to let me go to bed tonight?"

"Not unless you tell me whose number it is bro, or I could just keep you up the rest of the night." Nosedive grinned evilly and Wing sighed in defeat.

"Her name's Jessica she was being mugged and I helped her, so she gave me her number and asked me to keep in touch."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really, can I go to bed now?"

"Yeah you can go, night."

"Night baby bro."

Well there you have it kiddie's chapter one please review as I like all kinds; good, bad, mediocre. Toodles Angel xxx.