Brotherly Love

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks, etc., etc., and all that other fun legal stuff.

~This is my first try at a MD ficcie, hopefully it turned out all right! Please R&R if you have the chance, thanks~

::Prologue::

"Hey, Dive . . . you in here?"

Wildwing had systematically been searching for his brother for the last few minutes. They had a game tomorrow and needed to get a practice in that same day, earlier in the morning. It was almost midnight and Wildwing wanted to make sure that everyone got a good night's rest. That was no problem for the others of course, but considering how his brother liked to stay up eating junk food and watching the weirdest late night sci-fi movies, he knew he was going to most likely have to negotiate or yell in order to get Dive to his room. He thought he might luck out and find Dive in his room reading comics, but no luck there. So he proceeded to check the kitchen, the main computer area, the gym, and now finally the living room where the large TV and couches were located.

Wildwing poked his head into the dark room as the doors swished open and called for his brother. The TV was on, but there was no sign of Dive.

"Come on Dive, you're here somewhere . . . it's time to get some sleep."

Quietly he made his way into the room, unsure of whether his younger brother was hiding in the shadows somewhere, waiting to pull yet another one of his pranks.

"Dive?"

He called out again. He'd reached the TV and sofas and peered over to see what mess his brother may have left. A smile etched its way onto his face and he sighed softly. Going over to the storage closet he grabbed a blanket and headed back to the sofas. Nosedive was fast asleep on the middle one, looking quite peaceful sprawled out with an arm and a leg only half on the sofa, a comic on the floor directly under him. Carefully sitting next to his brother, Wildwing proceeded to pull off his brother's shoes before gently pulling both legs fully up onto the sofa. Pulling out the blanket he proceeded to drape it over his brother's sleeping form, bending down to set the comic up on the table. He glanced down at his brother again before using the remote to turn off the TV.

"Night, baby bro."

He said quietly before making his way through the dark room back to the door.

"Night, Wing."

Came a very soft and sleepy mumble as the doors opened. Wildwing smiled again as the doors closed behind him and he headed for his room.