Author : Wild-Melody
Disclaimer : Argh, yet again…I don't own 'em though I wish I did because then we'd be seeing a lot more of them, but oh well all I can do is write about em…
Warning : Well, if you started reading my other story, this one is nothing like it. This is a Christmas Story and has a lot of heartache in it. Nothing really in the way of violence, other than the crash scene and maybe anything I can come up with later.
I just saw a preveiw for the movie Three Days and this idea popped into my head, please let me know what you think, I'd greatly appreciate it. Actually the idea popped in my head and continued to beat me over the head until I conceded and agreed to write it. Amazing how story ideas will do that to you. Hope you enjoy Chapter 1 of my latest masterpiece…
THE CHRISTMAS WISH
Chapter 1 : To soon and to late
It was a freak occurrence of nature that night, it very rarely ever snowed in Anaheim, but for some strange reason, that night it did. It wasn't just any snow either, it was coming down like a blizzard, visibility was near zero, plus you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Not many were brave enough to venture out into the not quite normal weather condition, but there were still a few nutcases who felt lucky. Or maybe they just thought it was a good night to die, who knows?
Mallory was amongst the brave few, she had left the pond in a huff that night, finally dealing with as much of Nosedive's pratical jokes as was possible. She needed to get out of there before she did something that she would later regret. Like maybe killing the kid, But that would be doing the whole team a favor, she thought to herself. Plus, she also had to finish her Christmas shopping, she'd gotten something special for Wildwing, this would be the night she'd tell him about her feelings. She glanced away from the road for just a moment, looking up into the review mirror, she never saw the car pull out in front of her. Headlights blinded her and she grabbed hold of the steering wheel with both hands and whipped the thing violently towards the left. She just narrowly missed the other driver.
She parked her car, it's front tires sat up on the curb of the sidewalk. Shutting the engine off she pulled the keys from the ignition and opened her door. Her boots crunching on the newly fallen snow she got out of her car and walked around it to see if there was any damage done to it. It's light blue paint was spotless, gleaming brightly in the overhead street lamp. The Mighty Ducks logo on the hood glared up at the sky, as if daring it to send weather worse than this down. Everything looked fine, not a single dent or ding.
She looked over towards where the other car still sat, it's engine idling unevenly. She could just make out the driver sitting behind the wheel, hands clenched onto the steering wheel. Taking one last look over her own car she slowly made her way toward the other car, careful so as not to slip and land embarrassingly on her tail feathers. Hands out to either side of her body she walked slowly toward the car, never taking her eyes off of it.
The car suddenly shut off, it's door just as quickly opening. A young man, maybe no older than his early twenties stepped out of the vehicle, he was knotting his hands together rather nervously. "Are you alright?" Mallory asked first, slowly walking up to him she carefully looked him over.
"I th-think so. The s-snow was just so bad….I didn't see you until I p-pulled out." His breath crystallized in front of him, the steam billowed out from his mouth and nose. "I'm sorry, your not hurt are you? What about your car, it's so nice looking, I didn't do anything to it did I?"
Mallory put a hand on his shoulder and laughed gently. "Don't worry about the car, I have a friend that will be able to fix it if there is any damage done. Now, your sure your alright?"
The youth nodded his head and Mallory smiled. "Good, I'd love to stay and talk a little longer but I'd better get back home before my friends really do think I have gotten into an accident." The youth smiled up at her, flashing bright white teeth. Mal nodded back to him and turned around to head back toward her car.
The snow had just started to lay lightly on the light blue car when Mallory finally managed to make it over to it, after slipping and falling on her butt several times. She pulled on the door handle, only to find that it had frozen shut. "Oh great!" she muttered as she glared evilly at the new 2002 Pontiac Grand Am (still a Pontiac but this time it's a Grand Am, girl has to ride around in style!)
She braced her feet against the curb and pulled on the door handle. It didn't budge. She tried it again, and this time she went flying backwards to land unceremoniously on her tail feathers yet again. The door stood wide open though. Cursing the car seven ways to Sunday she got up, dusted herself off and walked over to the car. She dug into her pant's pocket, trying to find the Grand Am's keys. "Oh man, don't tell me I lost the damn things!" she mumbled to herself.
She fished deeper into her pocket and finally found the elusive jingly things. She inserted the key into the ignition and the car started right up, she watched in her review and side mirrors as the young man pulled his car out around her's and drove away.
She tapped her comm unit before she even started moving, "Wildwing here," came her leader's voice over the small wrist comm. Her leader and hopefully maybe more after tonight…
"I'm on my way back, just thought I'd let you know. It's pretty nasty out here, for Earth's standards anyways." she said, looking at the miniscule replica of her Wildwing's face.
Wildwing arched an eyebrow, "Pretty nasty huh?" He asked, he glanced at something behind him, like he was listening to another person. "Calmed down now Mal?" he queried.
"Um…" she actually stuttered, a light blush infused her cheeks. "Significantly, sir." She said.
"Alright, we'll see you when you get here then." Wildwing said, he turned to face someone else again then turned his face back toward her. "Dive says he has something to tell you when you get back."
Mallory eyed him suspiously. "Do I wanna know?"
"It's nothing bad, you don't have to worry about that." Wildwing answered. "Anyhow, we'll see you when you get back here."
Mallory nodded her head and a moment later the signal was dead. She put the car into gear and gently applied pressure to the gas pedal. The engine hummed, and that was about it. The wheels spun in place, stuck in a snow drift. Oh great, she thought exasperated. Just my night isn't it?
She stepped on the gas, flooring the pedal. The engine hummed in response and the wheels did no more than spin even more wildly. She knocked the automatic gearshift back into reverse and floored it again. The car rocked back and forth, trying to gain leverage. After about the fourth try of rocking the car the tiny Grand Am finally shot forward, Mal just barely had time to get it under control.
She turned to the left and started to head back towards the Pond. The snow lightened up momentarily, giving the young female duck a glimpse of the night sky. The sky was pitch black, the stars twinkling coldly in their heavenly perches, the strangest thing by far was the moon. She'd never seen anything like it before, a faint glow surrounded it, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary. The color of it was though, it tinged red.
Mallory blinked her eyes, unsure if she had really seen the moon haloed by a blood red mist. She looked back up again but by this time the sky was clouded over again and the snow was beginning to fall heavily once again. She sighed, looking ahead on the road. She could just make out the halo of tail lights. There was another vehicle on the road besides her. Hmm, imagine that, she laughed to herself, someone crazier than I am, go figure.
She watched as the other vehicle's brake lights suddenly flashed on then off real quickly. They came on quickly again and the vehicle went sliding across the road, Mal belatedly identified it as a large Dodge Ram. It did a 180 in the middle of road and slammed head on into the front end of Mal's car. Her front end went down under the truck's front end, causing the small Grand Am to catapult through the air. The small blue car did a few somersaults through the air and landed in a heap on the other side of the Dodge.
The little car landed on it's hood, the sheet metal collapsed from the weight. Seconds later the V6 engine caught on fire, the small car went up in a fireball.
*****
The phone rang in the control room, Nosedive lunged for it. "It's for me, it's always for me!" He yelled, grabbing the phone before any of the other ducks could put a wing on it. He glared at them all as he put the earset up to his ear, "Hello, Mighty Ducks Centeral, Nosedive speaking, how may I direct your call?" He smiled broadly, then suddenly the smile left his face. "Yeah Cappy, Wing's here." He paused for a second. "Yeah, if your sure you wanna talk to him."
Nosedive turned to face Wildwing. "It's the Captain and he wants to talk to you…whatever it is, I really didn't do it this time. Honest 'bro." Wildwing glared at Nosedive, giving him a look that said :'You'd better not done a thing, your not to big that I still can't put you over my knee!' Wildwing put the phone up to his ear, "Hello Klegghorn, what's the problem?" Wildwing continued to glare at Nosedive.
"What? When?" There was a pause as Wildwing listened to whatever it was that the captain was telling him. "Alright, yeah…we'll be there shortly. Thank you Captain." He hung up the phone the look on his face telling the other ducks that something big was up.
"What?" Duke asked, stepping forward. "Is it Dragaunus?"
"What's he up to this time?" Nosedive asked.
Wildwing shook his head. "No, it's nothing about Dragaunus…there's been an accident."
"Oh wait. No way, we're not playing clean-up after the humans." Nosedive whined. "Uh-uh, no way. I'm not cleaning up their mess, they made it they need to clean it up!"
"It's nothing like that." Wildwing said as he looked each one of his team members in their eyes. "Mallory's been in an accident."
"What?!" Tanya shouted. "I-is she okay?"
Wildwing shook his head, there was a lump in his throat all of a sudden that he couldn't talk around. "Klegghorn called to say…to say…" he couldn't get any further, he couldn't breathe around the lump that was clogging his throat.
"She's n-not….d-de…?" Even Tanya couldn't get the word out. Maybe if she didn't say it, it wouldn't be true.
Wildwing could do nothing more than nod his head yes. Tanya broke down in tears. Duke came up to her to try and comfort her, Tanya clung to him, burying her face in his chest. "It's just t-to soon!" Tanya wailed.
Yes, to soon and to late….Wildwing thought, I had so much to tell her. I always thought there would be time…I guess I was wrong.
