Author : Wild-Melody
Disclaimer : Ah, do we really need this thing again? You all know it by heart already, don't you? *Nods head yes*
Warning : Hmm, don't know yet, but I'll let you know.
Enjoy the show…oops, keep doing that, enjoy the story.
The Christmas Wish
Chapter 3 : The Watch
Captain Klegghorn greeted them at the Police Station, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked as he looked from one duck to the next. His gaze lingered on Wildwing. The guy-er duck, looks like he just lost his best friend…or girlfriend, The police captain thought to himself.
"Yes," Wildwing said softly. "You said you had all of the stuff in her car removed and brought here?" The Police Captain nodded his head yes. "Where did you put it?"
Klegghorn moved from the doorway into the Police Headquarters and motioned for the Ducks to follow him. "I had it all removed after the fire was put out…I'm sorry we couldn't save her." he paused as he turned around to look back at them. "The coroner said she was dead before the fire even started, at least she died quickly." He said in hopes that that might ease some of their troubled minds.
"As long as she didn't suffer." Wildwing said softly.
Klegghorn led them through various winding hallways and divided rooms until they finally came to one room that the faint odor of smoke permeated. Klegghorn opened the door and stepped out of the way so that the Ducks could go in first. Wildwing regarded him grimly as he passed through into the interior.
A coat was draped across a chair in the corner, a menagerie of things laid spread out on a table in the middle of the room. Wildwing walked over to the chair and pulled the coat off of it, he held the item up and looked over at the other Ducks. "Mal's coat." he said, his eyes returning once more to the dark purple coat. Their logo was embroidered on the back of the garment. Wildwing sadly replaced the coat on its perch.
Duke looked over the various things that littered the table. A comb, three or four barrettes, Never seen Mallory wear those, Duke thought to himself. A wicked looking puck pistol lay on the table, gleaming sadly in the artificial light. A strange golden object caught Duke's attention, he bent to pick it up, bringing the golden thing up to his good eye. He turned it over again and again as he looked it over thoroughly. A faint inscription on the inside of it caught his attention.
Wildwing, I could never say the words, but I love you.
Duke walked over to Wildwing and handed the object to him. Wildwing looked at him strangely. "I think you were suppose ta have this little trinket Wing," he said as he sat the once sparkling watch in Wing's open palm.
Wildwing looked down at the scratched watch in his hand, "What?" He asked as he looked back up at Duke. "I've never seen this before."
"That's the whole thing, I think she was gonna give it ta ya for Christmas." Duke said, he picked up the watch and held it in front of Wing's beak. "See? Looky here at the inscription on ta inside, you see what it says?"
Wildwing took the watch from Duke's grasp and looked down at the tiny inscription and read the same thing that Duke had just moments before. The world suddenly felt like it jerked and began to spin, he could imagine watching as the room spun around him. Oh Mallory, he thought desperately. Why couldn't you have said anything? Why couldn't I have said anything? Now I'll never know what could've been. Wildwing clutched the watch in his hand and brought it up to his chest, a single tear rolled its way down his cheek. He turned away so that the rest of the Ducks wouldn't see him in this sort of state. It just wouldn't do for them to see their leader brake down like that.
Duke put a hand on Wing's shoulder, "Ya alright kid?" he asked in his Brooklyn accent.
Wildwing just nodded his head in the affirmative.
"It's alright to let your teammates see you cry, there's no shame in it." Duke said softly, so softly that Wildwing wasn't truly sure if he'd heard the older duck correctly.
"We've seen enough," Wildwing said, his voice thick with unshed tears. "Let's head back to the pond." He turned to face the Captain, "If you don't mind Klegghorn, could you possibly pack this stuff up and send it to the pond when you get a chance? I'm in no hurry to go through it so don't be in to much of a rush to get it to us."
The Captain just nodded his head as he watched the alien ducks walk out of his precinct.
