Finally, after much mind debate and three rewrites, here's chapter 3! YAY!!! Aren't we oh so happy? Anyway, I'll jus' go ahead and get on with the chapter. Enjoy!

I'd go back and reread the part about Duke's dream in chapter 2. I went back and edited Allen's physical characteristics.

Disclaimer: I believe we know the thing here. I don't own the Ducks. Now shoo, shoo! Go! Read!

Ages:

Wing: 21
Dive: 17
Duke: 26
Allen: 17
Grin: 28
Tanya: 23
Mallory: 20

***Past fears, Past Memories***

~~Chapter 3~~

The Raptor -

"Every time I decide to take over the world. . .! Why must those blasted Ducks get in my way?!" Dragaunus growled, blasting a few of his droids into oblivion.
"I believe I have an idea, Lord Dragaunus," Wraith spoke up from his frail position against his staff.
"Tell me, Wraith," the Saurian Overlord sank down into his chair and mumbled to himself, "Anything would be better then what I have. . ."
Wraith stepped closer to the throne, "You see, Lord Dragaunus, I have noticed that the two males, Wildwing's brother and that thief companion of theirs, have seemed a little distressed for some time. I was curious as to why, and entered their minds while they've slept. It seems, my Lord, that the younger one has been having nightmares of his father, but the other duck seems to have a younger brother by the name of Allen. I believe we could use that to our advantage."
Dragaunus rubbed his snout in thought, "Are you saying that I should send someone back to Puckworld and retrieve this boy as a prisoner? And then use his capture to get at that blasted L'Orange?"
"Precisely, my Lord."
"What an excellent idea Wraith. Why didn't I think of this before?" Dragaunus pressed a button on his comm, "Siege, Chameleon! Report to me at once!"
"Yeah, boss?" Chameleon asked after appearing in front of Dragaunus with Siege.
"I want you two to go to Puckworld and find Allen L'Orange then bring him back to me," smoke rose from the Saurian's nostrils, "Don't screw up this mission. I want to give Duke a surprise reunion with his brother."
Dragaunus laughed evilly, his chuckle echoing throughout the ship, sending shivers down the two henchmen's spines. . .

Captain Comics -

"Yo, homeys! Wuzzup?" Nosedive announced his entrance.
"Hey, Dive! Where ya' been, man?" Thrash asked from his spot behind the counter.
"Practice. Where else?" the teen replied, leaning against the counter, "Where's Mook?"
"Ahh, she went out to get a couple burgers. She should be back soon," Thrash answered then noticed Nosedive's tried look, "You ok, man?"
Dive grinned, "Just another one of those dreams," he waved it off, "I'll be fine."
"Another one?!" the human teen's eyes widened.
"Yeah. This one brought Wing and Duke to my room, and possibly the rest of the team, too," Nosedive sighed, running his fingers through his bangs, "Wing tried to get me to talk about it after breakfast, but I told him I didn't remember what it was about."
"What 'was' it about?"
Nosedive pulled himself onto the counter top and got comfortable, elbows rested on his knees and hands hanging between them.
"I don't know where to start. . ." he muttered then lifted his head when a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Just take your time, Dive. We've got all the time in the world," Thrash reassured, causing Dive to give a soft, thankful smile.
At that moment, Mookie come through the doors, carrying a bag and some drinks, three, in fact.
"Hey, guys. I thought you'd be here, Dive, so I got ya' somethin'," she handed him one of the cups after setting the bag down next to him, "What's goin' on?"
"Dive-man had another nightmare last night," Nosedive slowly swished his coke around in the cup at the statement before taking a sip of it.
"Oh, man, Nosedive. No wonder you look so trashed," Mookie rubbed his arm, showing her support.
"Well. . . here's what happened. . ."

Puckworld -

"Yo, Allen!"
The puck was caught by the hockey stick before it could get past the teen. His green eyes sparkled with excitement as he grinned at his friend then weaved his way through the opposite team's defense, taking the goalie by surprise and scoring. His team cheered and gave him a few high fives and slaps on the back. His grin broadened with pride.
It had been a peaceful seven months since the Saurian Overlord had left the planet, along with the Strike Force, except for Canard. The former leader of the team had been found by the military not far from where Dragaunus and the Ducks had disappeared, unconsious and injured. Soon after, the rest of the Saurians had been driven off the planet and the droids were destroyed, leaving the Puckworlders to rebuild their homes. A lot had been done so far, but there was still a lot left to repair, but the Ducks didn't mind. As long as they were free from bondage, that was all that mattered to them.
"Allen! Dinner's ready," a white female duck called from a doorway down the street.
"Ok! Hang on!" Allen called back.
Mrs. L'Orange smiled at her son before retreating back inside.
"Well, guys. Looks like I've gotta' go," the two teams groaned, "Hey, don't worry, I'll see ya'll tomorrow," Allen turned, starting down the street, "Bye, guys!!"
"Bye, Al! Yeah! Cya' tomorrow, man! Later!" the teams called after him.
Allen didn't get far, though. A flash of green appeared in front of him, bringing him to an abrupt stop. The green turned into the immistakable figures of Saurians. The teenagers gasped in surprise and fear. They remembered these two. They were the right hand henchmen of Dragaunus himself.
"Hey, there, kid, " Chameleon greeted with a smirk, making Allen back away, "Dragaunus needs you for a certain. . . project, so you're coming with us."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Allen growled, moving back a bit further only to be grabbed by two of Dragaunus' droids.
Hehe. Sorry, kid. It's already on the agenda and ya' haven't got a choice," with that, the two Saurians teleported away, taking Allen with them.
The teens stood in shock before exchanging glances with one another.
"Mrs. L'Orange!! Mrs. L'Orange!!! Allen's gone!!!!" they shouted, skating towards the L'Orange home.

Earth - The Raptor -

Dragaunus grinned evilly when Siege and Chameleon appeared with the two droids holding a struggling Allen. The teen's eyes widened at seeing the Saurian Overlord.
"Dragaunus..." he narrowed his eyes in a glare, "You son of a bitch!! Let me go!"
"All in good time, duck, but first you're to be part of my plans."
"What? Taking over the planet?" Allen growled and Dragaunus chuckled.
"That would be part of it. . . Chameleon, Siege! Take our. . . guest to his 'room'."
"'Room', Lord Dragaunus?"
"His cell, Siege! Even 'I' knew that," Chameleon answered, morphing into a muscle bound wrestler and grabbing Allen.

Captain Comics -

". . .Whoa, man. Those are getting to be some pretty drasic nightmares," Thrash rested a hand on Nosedive's shoulder, "Maybe you 'should' tell you bro."
"I can't!" Nosedive protested, "I mean, I have to deal with this myself. I hate remembering, and I stay up so late because I don't want to remember as soon. Besides, Wing went through the same thing I did, and if I tell him, not only will he remember, but he'll feel bad for not being there when he wasn't. I don't want that. I don't want him to worry about my problems. . ."
"Dive, he's your 'brother'. He's s'posed to worry about you. It's, like, one of the things big bros 'do'," Mookie added in her bit.
"He's already got the team to worry about. He doesn't need to worry about my problems."
"At least let us help ya', Dive," Thrash stated, making Nosedive look up at him.
"Well, I came to you guys, didn't I? And I let you know about my past. . ." Thrash and Mookie exchanged glances.
"Dive-man, promise us something, would ya'?"
"What is it?"
"If these nightmares get worse, promise us that you'll go to Wing," Thrash finished.
Nosedive slid off the countertop and on his feet, shaking his head.
"I can't promise that. Sorry, but I can't. Listen, I've gotta' go. I didn't tell anyone where I was going or that I was leaving, so I need to be getting back before Wing comes looking for me," Dive headed towards the door, "And thanks for the chow. See you guys later."
With that, Nosedive was gone and Mookie sighed in despair for her friend.

Pond - Later that night -

Nosedive sank down on the side of his bed with a sigh, fiddling with the cloth in his hands. He'd already taken the precaution of locking his door and turning his radio on. Now he was debating on whether or not to tie his beak shut.
'If I 'do' tie my beak shut and someone gets in, they'll question me about it, same with the door and radio. If I don't and start screaming during the night, they'll surely bust down the door. But I can lie about the door, though, same with the radio. . . no. I better not. . .'
Nosedive yawned, moving to lie on his bed and pulling the covers to his shoulders. With half closed eyes, he glanced over at his clock.
'12:56. . . what a surprise. . .'
He closed his eyes to wait for the dreadful sleep, cloth still clutched in hand. . .

Duke's Room - An Hour Later -

Duke lay on his bed with both arms tucked under his head, peering through the dark at his ceiling.
'Wonder how the kid is doin'. He's probably been out like a' light for a few hours, now. Maybe I should go check on him. . ."
A moment's debate played over in Duke's head before he threw the covers back and got up. After pulling on a t-shirt and grabbing a lock pick for a reason he didn't know, he left the room and moved towards Nosedive's room.
Soft whimpers caught his ears when he stopped at the teen's door and he pressed his ear to it. Rock 'n Roll music echoed through the door, but the soft cries were clearly heard over the music. He tried to open the door only to find it locked.
'Thank you, gut instinct. . .' he thought, pulling out his lock pick.
After getting the door open, Duke rushed in, letting the door close after him, and shoke Nosedive awake. The teen fought against him, kicking and thrashing, for his dreams still had an effect on his mind.
"Dive! Nosedive! Wake up, kid," Duke urged, gently smacking the side of Dive's face.
"Wha. . .? Wha. . . Duke?" Nosedive blinked up at the ex-thief, "What are ya' doin' in my room?"
'Aww. . . shit. . .' his mind thought bitterly, 'I knew this would happen. . .'
"You were having another nightmare," Duke replied, "You ok?"
"Yeah. . ." Dive pushed Duke away from him and sat up.
Duke sat next to him, reaching over to turn the radio down. An occasional sniff came from Nosedive as they sat in a few moments of silence. Duke wrapped an arm around the teen's shoulders.
"Wanna' talk about it?" he asked softly.
Dive shoke his head no before looking up, "You won't tell Wing will you? I mean, he already has his own things to worry about, I don't want him stressing out over my nightmares."
Duke listened as Nosedive continued to ramble on. Telling how he didn't want his brother remembering because of him, how Wildwing had the team to look out for, how his 'dreams' weren't worth the time. Duke knew that these dreams were tearing Dive up inside and that the kid desperately needed someone to talk to.
Nosedive moved on to tell about his past. His father, foster father, had severely abused both him and Wildwing. Nosedive got the worst of it, though, because the man had sent Wing to school while Dive had to stay home and suffer the abuse.
Dive started sobbing part way through, making Duke become the older brother he was. The ex-thief pulled him to his chest and let the teen soak his shirt until he fell asleep. Duke tucked him under the covers and gave Dive a sad smile before turning for the door.
"At least you have an older brother to look after ya', kid. Allen didn't for almost 14 years. . ." he whispered before shutting the door behind him.

~~Chapter 3~~

There we go! YEA!! Chapter 3!! No, that notebook never did get found, but I rewrote the chapter. I didn't really like how it was going in the first place. Anyway, stay tuned for chapter 4. Hopefully, I'll get it out a lot sooner.

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Extra Note: Those who are reading Love of a Leader, the next chapter should be out very soon. Be looking!