Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, upcoming Thanksgiving plans have been taking up my time. Here it is, enjoy.

Chapter 3: Friendly Visit

After some time the others decided to go and check on the two brothers, but were confused at what happened when they entered the room. They found the two of them on the couch; Nosedive was lying down with his head on Wildwing's lap, asleep. The teen's face was red and his eyes looked a little damped, as if he was crying. Wildwing just held onto his brother, the mask was off and they could see the sadden face on their leader. "What happened?" Mallory asked as they all moved closer to the two.

Wildwing responded without looking at the team, "He watched a news report about last night." Hearing that made them wince on the inside, they started to understand what happened, but that wasn't the end of it. "Plus he found out that the person he killed…*sigh* …had a family."

That stunned them more as they listened, that piece of information was surely enough to hurt the teen even more. "How bad did he take it?" Duke asked as he moved and leaned on the couch.

Their leader stroked his little brother's hair as he responded, "He ended up crying himself to sleep."

No one said anything else after that, not know what to say at all. I mean how can one cope with their first kill after figuring out that the life you took had a family. Not only have you hurt yourself emotionally but you hurt others in the process. The silence was broken when Grin spoke up, while sitting on the ground. "Little friend's soul is wounded, the more pain that is inflicted will only make things worse. Healing it will be a slow process and will be a test of will."

They listened to Grins words as Wildwing thought of something, "Guys when he wakes up I'm thinking about taking him out, to do anything to get his mind off of this, hopefully it'll help."

"Good idea, I mean it's going to be hard for him to get over this but if there's a way to make easier than that should help," Tanya responded.

"Well maybe your first trip should be to the hospital," Phil suddenly inputted.

They all looked at him in question, "Why is that?" Wildwing asked.

Dreamscape

Nosedive slowly, and stealthy, moved his hand to the comm and press what he liked to call the panic button. A special feature that was put in the comm, it sent a silent alarm back to the Pond, just in case one of the Ducks was in trouble. After doing so he looked back up to the assailant. "Ok what is this all about?" Thrash asked.

"I don't have to tell you my reasons, my beef is with him," He responded as he pointed the knife at Nosedive. "You two were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Then let them go," Nosedive protested. "You have me, so let them leave."

"Sorry but they have seen me, so they have to suffer as well."

"For what, what did I ever do to you?" he replied taking a step forward.

The assailant then thrust the knife forward, "I told you not to move!"

Nosedive backed up at the threat. "Whoa no need to get any more hostel then needed to," Mookie then said.

"Yeah, let's just talk about this ok?"

The assailant didn't listen as he walked closer to the three, knife pointed forward. The three teens back up a bit as he started getting closer. Suddenly Thrash threw himself onto the guy and grabbed onto the wrist of the hand that held the knife.

Reality

Nosedive jolted awake as he quickly sat up, breathing heavily a little bit. "Dive what's wrong?" A concern voice asked.

Turning around he saw Wildwing, then he noticed that he was on the couch in the REC room. "Uh…what happened?" he asked, swinging his legs and planting his feet on the ground.

"You feel asleep after watching that news report," He responded. "Did you have a nightmare?"

The teen hunched down and looked at the floor, "Yeah…you stayed with me the whole time?"

He nodded, "I couldn't leave you alone, not after you know."

"Thank you," Was all he said.

Wildwing then took a good look at his baby brother, taking in his down appearance. It hurt him a lot to see him like that, seeing him without his usual cheerful attitude was scary for him. Whenever he wasn't then there was something wrong, something big. He admits that they both have been through a lot together and the thing was that they both faced it together. But now his brother had to face the problem of his first kill by himself.

He knew that he wasn't feeling that great, but he still was going to do whatever he could to help him, no matter what it took. He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around his brother, "Hey look I'm not sure you're up to it, but why don't we just get out of here for a while. Just the two of us, try to get all of this off your mind."

The suggestion juggled in the teen's mind, it was somewhat too early for him to be doing anything else, but it might actually help ease his mind. Plus the fact that it would be just the two of them made him consider it. Maybe it would be good; hopefully it'll make him forget. He weighted the pros and cons in his mind and soon came to a decision. He looked up to Wildwing's face, "Sure…"

He smiled at that, "Good, and I know the first place we can go."

"And where's that?"

"A while ago Phil got a call from the hospital, it seems like your two friends want to see you."

Nosedive seemed to perk up at the news, "Really?"

He nodded, "Yes, now hurry up and let's go." Wildwing then saw something he thought he wouldn't see in a while. He saw his little brother smile.

The two walked through the halls of the hospital, making their way to the room that had Thrash and Mookie. Things went smoothly as they moved about, but Nosedive seemed to be kind of nervous to be in public, since a lot of people must have seen the news report from today. He wasn't really sure how others may respond to him, so he kept his hands in his pocket and pulled the collar of his coat to cover his face a bit. Wildwing saw his brother's discomfort and assured him that there was nothing to worry about. That seemed to ease him, for a bit.

"Wing what if they saw the report…and found out what I did?" Nosedive asked as he started to grow nervous the closer they got to the room.

The older mallard sighed as he replied, "I'm sure they'll be ok with it, I'm mean that's what true friends do."

"But what if things change between us?" He responded as they reached the room but stayed outside for a moment. "What if they start acting different around me?"

"I'm sure they won't, remember if there really were your friends they wouldn't," Wildwing assured him as he patted his brother on the shoulder.

Nosedive didn't say anything as he turned towards the door and let his hand hover just inches from the door, hesitant to proceed. Finally after summoning some courage he knocked before opening the door. The two walked in and saw both teens were awake, and their eyes turned to them. "Yo Divester!" Thrash called out as he sat up in bed, being careful with his left arm, which was in a sling.

"Hey what's up?" Mookie called out, being careful turning her head because of the bandages wrapped around there.

"Hey guys," Nosedive managed to say with a smile. 'Well so far so good' He thought to himself as he pulled up a chair and sat in-between the two.

"Dude when we woke up last night we were worried when we didn't see you with us," Thrash comment. "But then we were informed that you were fine and got to home, lucky you."

"Yeah and judging by it you got out of it ok," Mookie said next, looking her friend over.

'I wish that was true,' He thought, but tried to keep up a stable image. "And it looks like you two got banged up."

"Yeah, sadly," Thrash went first. "All I got was sprain arm, so close to being a fracture. But Mookie was the luckiest out of the two of us."

"Yeah, I was," She confirmed, "Doctors said I got a concussion, close to being serious but luckily it wasn't."

"Well it's good to see that you two are fine," He managed to saw, pulling on a fake smile.

"Oh by the way, what happened to that guy from last night? I'm mean the cops came in and questioned us earlier but they didn't tell us?"

Nosedive suddenly froze up as he heard the question, his heart rate starting quicken. He was dreading this part of the conversation, because he wasn't really sure how to say it. He didn't know whether if he was going to even tell them but he knew that he had to. He then felt Wildwing's hands rest on his shoulders. Looking up he saw his brother's face, "You want me to tell them?"

The teen shook his head as he looked back at his friends, "No I'll tell them. Guys…he's…dead."

He saw the look of shock in the two's eyes, "What, but how?" Thrash asked.

"Yeah, I mean what happened after we were out?" Mookie seconded.

Nosedive's body started to tremble a bit as he tried to say the next few words but had trouble to. "I…I…*Sigh* I killed him."

Silence filled the room as soon as those words left his beak, the new look on his friends were unreadable to him. He just sat there, panicked at what would happen next. "Man…are you alright?"

His hopes seemed to perk at the comment; he really wasn't expecting a response like that. He was expecting more on the borderline of more silence or them asking him to go. He didn't really know how to respond to it but luckily Wildwing did it for him, "He's very shaken up about it, he…taking this very hard."

"Man…thanks rough," Trash responded.

"He…he also found out the guy had a family." Hearing that seemed to have made them understand a bit more.

"I guess I know why I feel guilt," Nosedive then commented, looking down.

"Look man you shouldn't feel this way remember the guy attacked us, he was going to harm all three of us. Chances were that if you didn't do what you did more than one life could have been lost last night."

The kid was silent as he heard his friend, but yet it didn't really seem to make him feel all that better. Yet it was cool to hear that his friends were ok with that he did. It was good for him to know that they would accept him regardless of what he did. "Look I know that, I thought about it a lot but…it doesn't rid me of the feelings I have. It doesn't stop the guilt I feel, and most of all it doesn't stop the face I see everywhere."

"Just give it time, everything will be fine," Mookie responded.

Nosedive then stood up as he put the chair back to where it was, "Sorry guys I need to go, I just…you know."

They both seemed to understand what he meant as they watch the two brothers walk towards the door. "Hey man," Thrash called out, Nosedive then looked back at them. "We'll be getting out of here soon, if you need to talk to someone about this you can always come to us."

"Thanks," He responded with a nod as he opened the door and the two left.

The two brothers exited through the sliding doors but then Nosedive stopped. "See man, I told you that they would understand." Wildwing commented.

"I know, but I thought seeing them might help me but it didn't." Nosedive responded, looking at the street.

"You have to give it time, it's not like this kind of thing will go away after hearing a few kind words." The older mallard explained as they started walking again.

"If that's the case then…hey what's that?" He pointed out as they passed the back of the hospital.

Someone was at the backdoor, looking out as if to check if anyone was around, which there wasn't. Out came what looked like a hospital worker and he was carrying some large container. But it wasn't the case that caught their eye; it was the thing they saw behind his back. It was a tail, an almost familiar looking tail. It then struck the both of them as they realized who it was. 'Chameleon!'

A/N: Hope you like, my creativity is sort of slipping at the moment. So The next chapter may take some time. So please bear with me.