Disclaimer: This thing is already getting on my nerves. Mustn't waste energy or good jokes on it....I don't own'em. Do I have to clarify WHO for cryin out loud!
Warning: Um, nothing X-rated. A little Wildwing bashing....whatever that means....But I do love him! I torture the ones I love! And a teeny bit of OOC....
And one more thing, I was feeling a little crazy at the time so there will be some slapstick humor. Kay?!?!?
Missing Piece
Chapter 2
"Hush, Nosedive! I'm not saying!"
"Aw, c'mon! I'm you're little brother. I need to know!"
"For crying out loud! What's with all the arguing?" Tanya said, fed up with the sudden influx of commotion.
Duke sat on the couch in the lounge area rubbing his temples. "This has been a long month. Sheesh..."
The two bickering brothers fully entered the lounge in a tiny huddle. Wildwing was clutching his bandaged hand underneath his chest protectively.
"Just leave it alone, bro! It's fine!" Wildwing said.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong with it," Nosedive protested. "Can I touch it?"
"NO!"
"You might as well tell him, Wildwing," Tanya said.
"At least for the sake of the plot," Duke uttered.
Wildwing dropped his arms and sighed. "I...bnrrem...."
"Aje....wah...?" Nosedive asked.
"I.....burned it...." Wildwing murmured through gritted teeth. "In the microwave."
The entire lounge was silent.
"....how did...is that even possible?"
"All things are possible for a great leader."
Everyone one paused in mid thought and searched around the room for the source of the soft, yet booming voice. A tall grey figure stood behind the open door of the refrigerator. It was Grin.
"What?"
.........
"So, Duke can make stupid comments every five seconds and I can't?" Grin complained.
'We just didn't see you...." Duke said curiously. "So, Wildwing, you burned you hand, huh? What about the Band-Aid on your beak? Don't tell me you --"
"Closed the door on it." Wildwing reluctantly finished.
Tanya sucked her teeth in mock sympathy. "Yes, microwaves are dangerous. They should be taken off the shelf for health hazards."
Wildwing grumbled and stormed out the room. Before he could leave Nosedive pulled him back in, while laughing his own beak off.
"AAARGH! My hand, man!" Wildwing cried in agony.
"Oops...."
Tanya snorted at the brothers, who she loved rather fondly (1), and gathered the blueprints for a new weapon and her things cluttered about on the table. She left with askance and silent laughter.
Duke released his temples as the slight ache descended and grabbed the remote to watch some brainless television. His mind couldn't handle any deep thought at the moment. It was already preoccupied.
Grin noticed his fellow teammate's distress and came to the calling of the heightened vibes.
"Something troubling you?" he asked as he sat down next to his partner.
Duke glanced to the side in thought and said, "Nothing really. You ever think you know somebody, then they almost do a 360 on ya?"
"Hn, doesn't sound like nothing," Grin replied. "People (2) can do that sometimes." He paused for a moment. "It's about Mallory, isn't it?"
Duke cocked his head in astonishment. "How'd you know?"
"I heard her leaving the medbay while the others were laughing," Grin answered flatly. He had a feeling that now was not the time for enigmatic quotes. "She seemed restless, but also tender hearted then."
"Yeah," Duke pondered aloud. "It wasn't so much what I said, but I definitely hit something there. When I caught up to her outside, I saw a different side of her. One I never believed I see--"
"Yo, guys!"
The two ducks caught themselves in mid sentence and turned to the entrance of the lounge. Mallory strolled in.
"C'mon, I thought you were going to call for a pizza?" she said, returning to her normal self. "I'm over here starving while you two are doing some brotherly bonding."
It was apparent that some individuals do a complete 360 and beyond. No longer was Mallory detached and distant. The old military girl stood in a strong stance and was eager for some sustenance.
Then, their coms beeped rapidly, signaling an emergency at hand. Mallory answered hers. Tanya's image appeared on the mini screen.
"I just spotted a fluctuation in energy and there's no doubt that it originated from Dragaunus' hideout! Drake 1 caught a small reading, but it was enough to target their location."
"Okay! Duke, Grin, and I will meet you and the others at the Migrator," Mallory replied and shut her com down. "Kay, you two! Let's go!"
Grin shot up from his seat while Duke followed them in wonder.
'She sure can shift gears on a dime,' he thought to himself.
Far on the outskirts of town (A/N Ain't it always......), on the edge of a desolate street and utter abandonment, a trailor car flashed and distorted as its protective hologram failed momentarily. In its stead towered a crimson red, metallic aircraft that stood out considerably against the dull rubble and debris.
Inside, at the command center, Chameleon sat casually, leaning on a strikingly red button, staring wistfully out in the far reaches of his curious mind and memories.
"YOU IDIOT!"
*SMACK!*
Dragaunus slapped the dwarf saurian across the head, sending the latter into the computer screen with a loud thwap. Chameleon peeled his face from the static surface.
"Ah, jeez, boss! Whyd'ya hit so hard!"
His superior quickly put in a code to recreate the camouflage, their hiding place no longer noticed. Dragaunus glared at the subordinate as his others, Wraith and Siege, cowered back.
"Don't you know that you risk us getting discovered and killed every time you foul up like that!!" he exclaimed. "If those wretched ducks ever find us here and now our plan will be crushed!"
"Yes, and I worked so hard on it, too," Wraith whined.
"Uh, Lord Dragaunus," Siege said, "you may wanna take a look at this."
The saurians turned towards the large screen that showed the image of a small figure scurrying through the corridors.
"Why that sneaky little rapscallion....." Dragaunus growled, his face twisted in a smirk. "Yet again he tries, and tries so well. He definitely lives up to his father's name."
With a chuckle he left the room, his scaly tail whipping behind him.
Hmmm.....so typing a story in order actually works, huh? To tell you the truth, I can NEVER write a story from beginning to end! Well, once, I guess, but that doesn't count.....
Is it getting interesting? Is it? Why don't you tell me in the blue box thingy of fate? Hmmm?
I don't have a website, but..anyone who thinks I should create one based on my fanfic raise your hands! Or preferably say so in the blue box thingy! Course, I don't know how......But I'll learn!
Sorry that these chapters are so short. I haven't had much time to write because of school and planning for college. Grrrrr I wanna know what happens, too! Don't we all......