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A/N: Tremendous shout out to Ottercub! Thank you so much for reviewing all of my chapters, and thank you so much for writing that lengthy review of advice. Thanks for taking the time to write it!

Also huge shout out to Divesangel! You're stories rock, you go girl! And to Eiflen, love your story as well, but please update! Both of your stories are great, I love em both!!

And of course thank you so much to Sailor Vegeta who has even read my non Md fic. Thank you!

Sorry this is late, and that I haven't been reviewing everyone's stuff, but I don't have the time. School and sports are a lot and it's overwhelming. Sorry everyone! Please don't be offended.



NARRATION TOLD FROM NOSEDIVE

I woke up in the hospital around five a.m. It was still dark out and so it took me a while for my eyes to adjust. When they finally did, I found myself in a private room accompanied by the entire team sleeping in different spots. Mallory and Tanya were sharing the couch and looked quite cozy and comfortable despite the small size of the couch. However Wing, Duke, and Canard did not look so snug. They had their necks leaned over the top of the chairs, and their bodies sprawled on the chair trying very hard to make themselves at ease.

I myself as I said was in the hospital bed with no shirt on, but still my jeans. I had a huge bandage over my arm, where'd I been shot, but nothing else seemed to have been treated. I seemed to be in pretty good condition. I had no shoes or socks on but that didn't matter. In case you haven't noticed already, I'm incredibly impulsive, I don't think things through, and I don't learn from my mistakes. The first thing I thought when I woke up was, "Wow Wing made the doctors keep me alive so he could kill me."

Emotionally I was pretty much stable despite being shot in a ring of fire. Being on the Mighty Ducks team and fighting in a war kind of gives you the whole experience, and being shot isn't really such an unusual thing. So being shot, didn't bother me much. Of course I had never been shot before, but falling off a mountain pretty much does it for me to justify the two.

But that was me dealing with the wound, not me dealing with Wing. Wing was the biggest thing on my mind at the time, I completely disregarded everything else.somehow.

I got out of the bed and crept over towards the door. Yeah okay I was planning on running again. I told you, impulsive. But I'm not taking all of the credit on this, I was kind of woozy from the painkillers, and the sleeping gas and to be quite frank it hadn't all worn off yet. So of course the first thought that came to my mind as a solution to get out of Wing's death trap was to run. I don't remember much of this because I wasn't exactly in my right mind but I do remember is that everyone woke up quickly. I must have tripped over something or other. Anyway Wing knowing that I wasn't exactly "all there" was real gentle and kind with me.

He stepped in front of the doorway and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Hey little man where you going", he asked.

"Away", I said somewhat drunkenly.

"Why's that, short stuff?"

"Kill me Wing will."

"What?"

"Wing me dead want."

"Huh?"

"Go, me go."

"Hey kiddo why don't we go over here, back in bed."

"Want no bed me want."

"Come on Dive."

He turned me around and gently made me walk in the direction of the bed.

"With you stay me?"

"Yeah sure of course."

We both sat down in the bed. Someone must have turned a light on because I distinctly remember everyone's face in the room. They were all concerned, which shocked me. Well obviously not at the time. But after I thought about it, it shocked me a lot because I thought that they would be furious, not concerned to make sure I was okay. It's kind of touching to know people care about you, especially when you thought they hated you.

Anyway Wing and me stayed in the bed together, and eventually I drifted off. I woke up around ten, and once more I woke everyone up. This time I was in my right mind, but my right mind isn't exactly as mature as it should be.

I woke up, saw everyone and screamed. I didn't want to be killed by them. At the time I didn't even remember what had happened at five. It took a lot of convincing from Wing afterward that it actually had happened, but then I remembered everyone's looks so I'm pretty sure he didn't make it up. Anyway as soon as I opened my mouth I regretted it. I brought my hand to my mouth as if to stop the scream. But it was too late; everyone was already up, including Wing.

Now you probably think that Wing is going to be all sweet to me, because of before, but ha! He was only gentle because I was out of it. He went back to his regular self real soon. Him lying right next to me made him the first one to wake up. I saw him, and I really panicked.

So I was impulsive and darted for the door. I swear if the window had been in front of me I would have gone for that too. Wing tackled me before I even reached it though, and in a sec I was in his famous pin.

"Not so fast", said Wing, "You're not going anywhere."

"Ugh", I cried, "Get off."

"Fine", said Wing, "But you're coming with."

He picked himself and me up. He roughly spun me around and quickly had his hands on my shoulders in a tight grip. He looked straight into my eyes and brought me into a deep hug. I hugged him back. I had really scared him, and man I felt bad. I even think he was holding back tears. But I didn't feel bad for him too long.

"Let's go home", he said.

"Whoa", I said, "Don't I need to stay in the hospital, you know because of this whole gun thing?"

"Lucky for you Tanya is more than qualified to watch over you", replied Wing, "The only reason you're here is because we needed immediate facilities, and we didn't have time to get you to our place because we were wrapped up in a gang clearance."

"Aw man", I grunted.

This was not good, not good at all. On the way home everyone remained quiet. No one said a word, man you could have heard a pin drop. It was deathly silent. It scared me silly. When Wing doesn't talk it means he's thinking and that is never good. Plus no one saying anything wasn't too good either. I had no idea whose side they were going to take, although deep down I already knew that they would side with Wing. We all piled out of the car and into the kitchen. Then it hit me that they wanted to talk, all of us! Not just me and Wing in some room discussing crap, or him beating me up good, they all wanted a piece. Well I had had a rough week, and I had had enough of everyone demanding crap from me so.I lost it. I screamed as loud as I could and bolted out of the room as fast as lightning. But Wing once more tackled me, and somehow despite the kicking and screaming got me in my seat. But there was no way in hell I was giving up, not without a fight anyway, I was set on not talking and not being yelled at.

I kicked the entire table up in the air, (Wing still holding me down); lucky for everyone Grin caught and gently placed it back down on the ground. I kicked the table making my chair go out, but Wing still held that grip on me, but I wasn't done yet.

I tried standing up, but Wing just sat me back down again.

"Everyone sit down", he said calmly, "We'll wait."

"UGH", I screamed, "NO!"

Then Phil walked in and sat down too, so that really got me steamed. With all my energy I rocked the chair until it fell onto the floor. Wing had to let go to miss being hit, and in the process I ran, but somehow Wing still caught me, and sat me back down in that chair.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS", I was screaming and everything that I could think of.

"Just sit everyone", said WildWing, "He can't scream forever."

"WATCH ME", I shouted back.

WildWing quietly whispered something in my ear, which I know everyone was straining their ears to hear, but lucky for me they didn't.

"Nosedive stop this", he said. "We have to talk about this, because if we don't this is going to eat you alive, not me you. Now calm down."

"No", I whined.

"Nosedive", he continued, "I am your brother WildWing, you are my brother Nosedive. Make sense?"

"What", I said.

"Does that make sense to you, that we're siblings?"

"What are you trying to get at"?

"Just answer the question."

"Yes I get that we're siblings." "Good, now I'll get whatever you're going to tell me as easily as you got that."

"I'm not talking", I shouted.

"Keep believing that. Now settle down, because if you don't you're going to be all edgy and screwed up. Remember when you broke that window? Well I hate to tell you something but I knew the whole time even though you blamed it on the kids down the street and I pretended to believe you. I waited until the truth finally caught up with you; remember how tense you were? You're going to have to talk about this eventually, and it's not all bad."

"Not all bad?"

"Well most of its bad, pretty bad, yeah bad, but there is something I'd like to congratulate you on", said Wing loud enough for everyone to hear.

He walked away from my chair, (yeah he left me unguarded), and brought back six recent newspapers and slammed them in front of me on the table. Each one's headline talked about me and that speech I gave, (see sometimes impulsiveness can be good), and each talked about me stopping the gangs. Then he through down a few more papers of the later days, all which had articles about me becoming a gangster.

"I'm not so proud of these", said WildWing, "However these six right here, good job. But that's not the point, we'll discuss this later. Now we have more important things to discuss."

I slumped back into my chair; this was not going to be easy.

"Now I am going to ask you a question", continued WildWing, "And I want you to answer it. I want the truth Dive, no lies you hear me? Even if I won't like the answer I want to hear it if its true."

I did not like the sound of that.

"Did you drink, and do drugs?"

I looked away, as my eyes slowly filled with tears. There was no way I could lie to him. There are some people you just can't lie to, and I don't mean they'll find out, I mean you physically, and emotionally can't bring yourself to lie to them.

"Nosedive, answer me."

I kept my glaze on the side of the room; just because I couldn't lie to him didn't mean I wasn't going to talk. But that all changed very quickly when he took my beak and made me look at him.

"Yeah I did", I choked out, and breathed ready for the impact.

Surprisingly however, Wing didn't scream or anything. He actually did a funny thing.

"Good", he said.

"Huh", I asked.

"I knew all along that you did that stuff", said Wing, "Klegghorn called me, and if I didn't hear it from him, I'm sure I could have read in one of these papers. You know how the papers advance into things even if it wasn't revealed. Anyway I was just testing you to see if you'd tell me the truth."

"So I'm off the hook?"

"Are you kidding", snickered Wing, "Let's re-cap shall we? First you break every rule possible in headquarters, then you skip a game, then you trash the garage, then you run away, then you join a gang and in doing so you do drugs, drink, vandalize and whatever else that you shouldn't have been doing I'm sure. Then you get yourself in a gang fight for hanging out with the wrong type of people. And to top that all off the hospital gave me this monkey, and said it was yours, and if you're wondering it's in the infirmary as we speak. And to boot you now ask if you're off the hook?"

"But I told the truth", I protested.

"Nosedive, that's very good and dandy but that still does not excuse the action. The action was inexcusable and the truth will not defend it."

I groaned. When I'm in trouble normally Wing is the one that has to punish me, and trust me I know my brother. He'll punish my hitting me or pushing me and that's fine, but if he wants to talk about it. Man oh man am I in trouble. I'd rather him kill me physically then sit through him talk. Its not that he's boring, but he just has a way of bringing every little thing and then finding the psychological route behind it. It's gets annoying that he can be this smart, and be this lawyer like. You feel like you're in court, (not that I've ever been in one.well that one time doesn't count!) And to top that off I was still kind of unstable. I mean I was just shot! Plus I was still debating who I was, and what goals I had for myself. It's hard to have everything. Nothing to dream for, nothing to earn. That's the scariest feeling of all; when you have everything.

"Nosedive", said WildWing, "What is going on with you? I want to know right now. Is it something someone did? Is it because you're bored? What? If I find out that this is connected to you trying act like some hoodlum because you thought it was cool when you saw it on TV I swear Dive you won't be watching TV till you're-"

"SHUT-UP", I screamed, I was choking on words, but they came easily. "It has nothing to do with that! You want to know the truth? I'll give it to you! I can't stand anything anymore! I need friends; I need someone to relate to! I need a life that doesn't involve public appearances, fans, practices, and fight stimulations. Okay? I did it because it was real! It was something different. And most of all it wasn't professional!"

"Dive", said Wing, "What?"

"You people are so confusing", I yelled, "Sometimes you treat me like a kid, and other times you treat me like a professional adult. WELL PICK ONE! I'm not a closet that has different coats for you to pick out on different occasions! It's so confusing! If I'm a kid, fine, then treat me like one! If I'm an adult in your eyes that's fine too. But don't you people dare screw my head and think that you can have me work like an adult and not gain the same amount of respect and treat me like a kid. It doesn't work that way!"

"Dive", said Wing, "Calm down."

"No", I shouted back, "I work just as hard as everyone else on this team and deserve the same respect!"

"Nosedive", shouted Mallory, "Look what you did over the last week!"

"You really don't know when to shut up do you", I said, "You just got to keep going like a dog! SHUT-UP! I'm not afraid of you people anymore! Okay? I don't care whether you approve of what I say or think anymore! Because now you terrifying and anyone else has truly lost its appeal and effect! So bring it on bitch!"

"NOSEDIVE", shouted Wing.

"NO", I shouted back, "I will not be treated like a child!"

"You're acting like one", yelled Wing back.

"Well I'm entitled to at least that", I snapped. "You, all of you are all on my back! I CAN'T TAKE YOU PEOPLE ANYMORE! I can't even deal with me lately! So guess what, even though I just 'love' to stay here and listen to you insult me I'm gonna jet into my room, yes MY ROOM, because I deserve a place to myself just like everyone else because I work just as hard. I bid thee well, now see ya!"

With that said I marched out of the room angry as a mother on a son for not calling her every week when he's off at college. I didn't catch the looks on everyone's faces, but I'm pretty sure I left the room with mixed feelings between everyone. But I just had to go back, right? I marched back into the room and over to my brother.

"Give me the keys", I said.

"Excuse you", said Wing.

"That's my monkey and I want him now!"

"Dive we need to talk."

"No we don't!"

"Please Dive I didn't know that you were feeling so screwed."

"Well now you do. I want my monkey."

"Nosedive."

"Fine. You want to talk, okay let's talk. Tell me right now, what's my position and responsibility not to mention status on this team."

"Come again?"

"Kid or adult. Pick one. Which one am I?"

WildWing bit his lower beak, not sure what to say. He looked away to everyone else seeking for an answer. Then it struck me, even he didn't know the answer. And see now this scared me. I was positive that my brother knew, I was positive that he could fix me out, but the fact that he didn't made me sick to my stomach. I fled out of the room, into my own room, and then through in the bathroom, (in my room there's a bathroom). WildWing ran after me, soon followed by everyone else to find the door locked with no intention from for it to be opened.

He banged on the door as hard as he could, but I was firm on not opening it. After the kind of week I had, and the previous discussion I didn't care about anything anymore. Thinking was one thing I did not want to. I did not want to think about anything! I didn't want to think about my behavior, the gang, the shooting, and the fight. No more thinking. Lucky for me I had a large variety of new episodes on my favorite comedies to choose from which took the weight from my shoulders and put my mind at ease.

But then a commercial came on and I decided to go back to my German. See now as I said I had everything, and everything isn't always good. No dreams, no goals, it's pretty scary. Sure beating Dragounos is a goal, winning the Stanley Cup is a goal, but I needed and individual goal, something that wouldn't share the glory from six other people who loved the spotlight as much as I.

So I took up German. I told you I'm smart. Besides from drawing whenever I could, I would learn this new language. It was pretty cool. I loved pronouncing all the weird words, and I loved talking in it. It was a lot of fun! But that wasn't the only thing. I was also learning ASL (American Sign Language) and Braille, (Blind writing).

You see when I was reflecting on my life one day this commercial came on about learning languages and how good it is for you. Well it seemed like a great goal and if that little brat on the TV could do well then so could I! I took up German from there, but had so much fun with that I wanted to try some other things too. I tried Spanish and although it's a great language it's not as much fun as German. And at that time I just wanted fun. So I took up ASL, now that's fun, and easy!! There are twenty-six signs for the alphabet and then you can already sign! Very easy, but of course to get good you need the whole vocab, which is a lot of fun, especially to see how the sign originated. But I also wanted something else too and then I thought about all of those men room's that had those tiny dots underneath them. I wanted to learn that! And guess what.I did!

I kept the three beginner books in this box. It wasn't that big, but it was fairly noticeable. It was very important to me though. It was my goal, something that I wanted to achieve. Having everything is as much as it's made out to be. Luxury honestly sickens me, and the attention I get I most of the time do without. I needed that box though, I needed those books. That was all I had left of my sanity that was keeping me going. Something for me. Those books were more than everything to me. That project that I had made for myself gave me a goal, and something to achieve, a dream. It's stupid to have such a silly dream you might say, but to me that was all I had left of my sanity. I needed something to work at, and something that wasn't as professional as what I had already had. Something that wouldn't be as ugh as my life.

Not even Wing knew about it, and I guess it came to him as a big surprise when I started screaming over it. I frantically started looking for my box and found to be missing from my room. Now me being all unstable at the moment did not help the situation any. I completely lost it and broke into hysterics. I ran out of the room shrieking.

The ducks flocked into the hallway quickly to find out what was wrong. I had tears streaming down my face, I was jumping up and down and shrieking. My brother came and embraced me tightly to stop the jumping and try to calm me down.

"Dive what's the matter", he said loudly to out sound the screaming.

"Where's my box?"

"What box?"

"MY BOX! IT HAD BOOKS IN IT!"

"What?"

"WING!"

"What type of books?"

"BOOKS, MY BOOKS!"

See Wing is very good under pressure, and circumstances like these, and he's excellent with me. He knows exactly how to get he answer he wants and at the same time to calm me down.

"Okay Dive, what about the books?"

"THEY'RE MINE!"

"Wait are you talking about that box with those three language books in them? Those are yours?"

"YES", I sobbed and fell to the ground on my knees.

Wing like a good brother went down with me and pulled me into his chest.

"Canard", said Wing, "That box that he's talking about is on my dresser on the top left, go get it."

"Why?"

"CANARD", yelled WildWing, "Would you get him his damn books?!"

"Oh sorry, going", said Canard.

WildWing rubbed my back.

"Easy Dive", he said, "Tell me what's wrong."

"Why did you take them" I screamed.

"I didn't think they were yours", said WildWing still keeping his cool, well with me anyway, "I mean what are you doing with language books?"

"You shouldn't have taken them", I screamed.

"You're right", he said, "You're absolutely right."

Canard returned with the box. I jumped up to get it. I hastily grabbed it out of his hands and examined the condition, and then made sure it had my three books. Everything was fine, just the way I had left it.

"Okay", said Wing talking to me like I was a maniac, "Is everything okay now?"

"NO", I shouted still crying, "Nothing's okay!"

With that I ran into my room and once more locked him out. He banged on my door, and yelled.

"NOSEDIVE", he shouted, "Let me in! I'm your brother for Pete's sake! Come on Dive!"

I ignored him. I wasn't planning on letting him in anytime soon. I fell asleep on my bed crying. I woke up about a half an hour later to hear him behind the door, along with other voices.

"WildWing", said Mallory, "Would you just give up? He doesn't want to be bothered."

"Wing", said Duke, "You want me to pick the lock?"

"No", said WildWing, "He's my brother, and I'm going to deal with him, my way."

He knocked on my door gently, "Nosedive", he said, "I got some cookies, and juice boxes. Would you let me kiddo? I just want to talk to you, okay?"

I slowly opened the door till I could see a part of him. I didn't open it fully but opened just so I could get a peek. I was so tired that Wing could have just bust that door open from there with no problem but he didn't, he respected me, and boy did I appreciate that.

Anyway I saw everyone there huddled in a circle with Wing in the middle.

"What do you want", I asked.

"Well", said Wing gently, "I got us some juice boxes, and cookies."

See there's the cookies again! Hehe, man Wing has addictions to them. I mean what did I tell you?

"Please Dive, let me in."

"Are you gonna yell at me" I asked weakly, "Because if you are you're going to have to wait, because I'm really not in the mood."

"Well I was thinking", Wing said sweetly, "That if this had happened to anyone else on the team that none of us would have yelled but tried to find out what was wrong, and why that person did it. Instead with you, we were wrong and treated you differently because of your age, and not the respect that you HAVE gained from all of us, and the respect you DO deserve. So pretty much, no yelling at all."

I opened the door and jumped in his arms. He hugged me back with one hand, (his other hand holding the tray of cookies, and juice boxes). Then he picked me up with one hand. I told you he's strong, and if I haven't told you, I'm telling you now, he's strong. Everyone stared at us, very much concerned; absorbing as much as they could as quick as possible. But I didn't care. In my mind they no longer had any control over me. I had yelled at them, screamed at them, and put them through hell and they had done nothing but left Wing to deal with me. Sure they were mad once, but madness is but an emotion nothing more (yeah I've been hanging out with Grin too much). They hadn't done anything to me that was enough of a reason for me to have any disciplinary respect for them. Never less respect itself.

Wing carried me into my room and through me on the couch in a brotherly way. He set the cookies down on my coffee table and waited. There was a silence. I knew that he had the floor even though he hadn't said a word. Soon words came to his mouth.

"First I want to know how those language books come into this", he said.

I had actually smiled then. He didn't want to get into anything deep, just stuff that was bothered an ordinary person not knowing the details. I was reluctant to tell him, but knew that I would have to tell him anyway, and that he was my brother and that I truly could tell him anything without having to fear being laughed at or yelled at, (well most of the time anyway).

"They were my goal", I said dryly, "I needed a goal. I had too much, I needed something that I didn't have."

That was all I was going to say, and thankfully Wing knows when to shut-up and stop asking questions. Again there was a silence. He thought and registered my answer and how to respond to it that wouldn't end up with someone upset.

"I saw your monkey", he finally said.

I looked up at him anticipating whether I could keep it or not.

"It's cute", he said.

Again he stopped talking. "That's it", I cried dying to know whether the monkey would be staying with me.

"What", he asked playing dumb, "Is there something more?"

"Oh come on", I shouted.

"Hmm let's see", said Wing still playing dumb, "I think that monkey is also furry. Ooh ooh I have another one! It's also tiny! And.Oh I got another one, it's brown, and white, and-"

"STOP", I said, "Can I keep him or not?"

"Can", he replied.

"For real", I cried, "The monkey stays with me?"

"Yeah yeah", he said.

"Oh thank you! You're the best!"

"Yeah I know", he said.

I gave him hug, and intended on coming out of it, but couldn't bring myself to withdraw from my brother. Instead I rested on his shoulder. He moved his arm, drew me nearer and the slung an arm over me. He was ready to get me to talk. I was scared and I sure as hell needed to talk, but I couldn't do it alone, I needed to keep pestering me till it came out.

"So where'd you get the monkey", he asked. This was the beginning to get the answers he wanted, to get me talk about it.

"Wing", I said, "You know the story, I don't want to repeat it."

"Okay", he said simply, "What do you want to repeat? Emotions?"

"Bro", I said, "I'm lost. I'm confused, and I have a monkey. You do the math and tell me what you get because I keep getting 1+1=X."

"What's the matter baby", he asked me.

"You wouldn't understand", I said.

That was a lie, Wing understands everything. But he had never done anything stupid so at the time I subconsciously believed that he knew nothing of what I was going through.

"Try me".

"I have too much", I said dully, "I have too much of everything. Too much work, too much responsibility, but most of all too much accomplished goals, too much life experience and I'm only sixteen. That's the problem."

"Is that how those books came in", he asked, "You wanted more of less?"

"Exactly", I replied, "I have no dreams Wing, and I'm stuck in this huge mess of being a kid or an adult."

He remained silent.

"See I told you, you wouldn't understand", I proclaimed with frustrated.

"Are you kidding me", asked Wing, "You think I of all people don't understand? You do realize who you're talking to right?"

"Oh come on Wing", I cried, "You can relate to this? HOW?"

"When I was ten, mom and dad had to become full time travelers. They left me with grandma and grandpa, and you. At fourteen grandma and grandpa wanted to see the world, leaving me with you. At fourteen I had all the responsibilities of an adult. I had to care for a four year old, like I had been doing but this time grandma and grandpa weren't across the street for me to call if I needed help. It was scary Dive. Real scary, so don't tell me I can't relate, because I of all people can!"

This time I was silent.

"Nosedive", he continued at a calm voice, "I understand perfect what you're going through. Leave it to me okay? I'll fix it."

He had said it so reassuringly that I wanted so very much to believe him.

"Aw Wing", I said, "How are you going to fix this? I mean come on. It's more than that too. I mean everyone is moving right past me. My friends are going to college while I'm stuck here. Everything is screwed, and I'm beginning to think that even you can't fix this."

"Am I your brother", he asked.

"Yeah of course", I replied.

"What does one plus one equal kiddo?"

"Two."

"Not X this time?"

"Well."

"See you know you trust me. Just leave this to me, and everything will be okay. Everything."

He turned the T.V on not giving me a chance to protest. I remember falling asleep against him, but remembering him telling me that everything would be okay."































A/N: For all of you who are reading, "Crazy Family", expect a chapter soon! And if you liked the last one, you should love this one! (