Disclaimer: I don't own Mighty Ducks: The Animated Series, heck, I don't
own anything, so suing me would kind of be dumb, wouldn't it? All you'd
get are my painting and other various art supplies anyways.
Author's Note: Hey y'all, yeah I know, it looked like I was dead for a while there, with the lack of updates and all that. Anyways, I'm not feeling good this weekend so it inspired this semi-depressing fic. It would be more depressing if I was actually good at writing, but hey, I'm not complaining. It's another one of my Wing/Mal fics, so I'm just warning you if you are a shipper of an alternate persuasion. I'd rather not have people's pens thrown at my head for not giving warning ahead of time. Leave a response, or review if you want, and if you don't, well that's cool too. Flames are fun, so if you want to send those, go on right ahead and do that. See y'all around, and may you all find happiness in all the small things!
Part One
She stood there silently, unable to move. Her grief was like a knife, cutting through her soul and cutting out her heart. As she looked each grave over, she sighed and realized that her life would never be the same again. She whispered each name with all of her strength that she had left, and felt the tears inevitably welling up in her eyes and blurring her vision.
"Grin.Nosedive.Duke.Tanya."
She crouched down to touch the names on each individual grave, and she placed a rose by the base of each tombstone. She stood silently, the wind whipping her hair and long, black dress around, seeming to give an eerie chill to the already cool weather. She shivered, and for the first time since she had been to this spot she realized that her own body was crying out to be taken care of. She needed sleep, a hot shower, and a warm bed. None of that seemed to matter at this time to her though; she was feeling too much grief and guilt to even take concern to her own needs. She felt one lone tear roll down her cheek, leaving a tiny trail behind it. Suddenly, she felt his strong arms wrap around her, and realized that she was so caught up in the moment that she hadn't heard him approach. For a moment she just stood in her place, relishing the feeling of his warmth against her. Then, a gasping sob escaped her beak and the tears began to flow, as if the dam in her soul had broken. He turned her around so that her head was leaning on his chest, and he silently comforted her as best as he could.
"This.this is all my...fault" Mallory gasped in between sobs.
"No, no Mallory it isn't" Wildwing tried as best as he could to relieve her of her guilt and sorrow.
He held her until the sobs began to dissipate, and let her breathing turn back to normal.
"We should have been at that robbery along with them, Wing, and maybe if we had been there we could have saved them, maybe we could have kept those humans from shooting them." Mallory whispered.
Her voice was hoarse and scratchy, and Wildwing could feel her starting to lean on him to physically support her exhausted body. He knew that Mallory would gain nothing from beating herself up over a tragedy that no one could have prevented, but he also knew that she had to work out her grief on her own. No matter what happened though, he would always be by her side, ready to help her out whenever she felt like it was all too much to take. He carefully lifted her fragile body in his arms and carried her back to the Pond, knowing that she lacked the ability to move herself anywhere. He carried her all the way to her room and lay her down on her bed, removing her shoes and jewelry. Pulling the covers over her, he wiped away the least of the tears that lingered on her pale, porcelain face, and softly kissed her forehead.
"If you need anything, I'll be right across the hall, okay Mal?" asked Wildwing.
"No, don't leave me here alone" Mallory murmured groggily, "Stay with me here"
Wildwing kicked of his shoes and long, black trenchcoat, and quietly lay beside her on her bed, underneath the warmth of the layers of blankets that kept the autumn, California chill at bay. Mallory still shivered, apparently still cold, and Wildwing wrapped his arms around her protectively. Seeing her in so much pain was more than he wanted to bear, but he kept himself strong for her, just as she always had done for him in his times of need. He could tell she was asleep now, her steady, gentle breathing his biggest indicator. All of a sudden she began to cry out in her sleep, and he knew that the horrors of this day were seeping into her sleep as nightmares. He began to talk to Mallory while she slept, words of relief and reassurance, as he used to do with Nosedive when he was little and plagued with nightmares far less drastic and real than Mallory's. She began to calm down and Wildwing gave Mallory one more strong sentiment of comfort.
"Mallory, I'll always love you. Please don't ever forget that" He whispered in her ear.
Somewhere in her light sleep, Mallory heard his words and murmured back to him, "I won't ever forget, Wing, I promise."
Final Note: I was contemplating a semi-sequel type chapter to this, so if you really want, (Or in many other cases, don't want) me to add something on to this, let me know! I'd appreciate your opinions, and your thought on my plotline. See y'all!
Author's Note: Hey y'all, yeah I know, it looked like I was dead for a while there, with the lack of updates and all that. Anyways, I'm not feeling good this weekend so it inspired this semi-depressing fic. It would be more depressing if I was actually good at writing, but hey, I'm not complaining. It's another one of my Wing/Mal fics, so I'm just warning you if you are a shipper of an alternate persuasion. I'd rather not have people's pens thrown at my head for not giving warning ahead of time. Leave a response, or review if you want, and if you don't, well that's cool too. Flames are fun, so if you want to send those, go on right ahead and do that. See y'all around, and may you all find happiness in all the small things!
Part One
She stood there silently, unable to move. Her grief was like a knife, cutting through her soul and cutting out her heart. As she looked each grave over, she sighed and realized that her life would never be the same again. She whispered each name with all of her strength that she had left, and felt the tears inevitably welling up in her eyes and blurring her vision.
"Grin.Nosedive.Duke.Tanya."
She crouched down to touch the names on each individual grave, and she placed a rose by the base of each tombstone. She stood silently, the wind whipping her hair and long, black dress around, seeming to give an eerie chill to the already cool weather. She shivered, and for the first time since she had been to this spot she realized that her own body was crying out to be taken care of. She needed sleep, a hot shower, and a warm bed. None of that seemed to matter at this time to her though; she was feeling too much grief and guilt to even take concern to her own needs. She felt one lone tear roll down her cheek, leaving a tiny trail behind it. Suddenly, she felt his strong arms wrap around her, and realized that she was so caught up in the moment that she hadn't heard him approach. For a moment she just stood in her place, relishing the feeling of his warmth against her. Then, a gasping sob escaped her beak and the tears began to flow, as if the dam in her soul had broken. He turned her around so that her head was leaning on his chest, and he silently comforted her as best as he could.
"This.this is all my...fault" Mallory gasped in between sobs.
"No, no Mallory it isn't" Wildwing tried as best as he could to relieve her of her guilt and sorrow.
He held her until the sobs began to dissipate, and let her breathing turn back to normal.
"We should have been at that robbery along with them, Wing, and maybe if we had been there we could have saved them, maybe we could have kept those humans from shooting them." Mallory whispered.
Her voice was hoarse and scratchy, and Wildwing could feel her starting to lean on him to physically support her exhausted body. He knew that Mallory would gain nothing from beating herself up over a tragedy that no one could have prevented, but he also knew that she had to work out her grief on her own. No matter what happened though, he would always be by her side, ready to help her out whenever she felt like it was all too much to take. He carefully lifted her fragile body in his arms and carried her back to the Pond, knowing that she lacked the ability to move herself anywhere. He carried her all the way to her room and lay her down on her bed, removing her shoes and jewelry. Pulling the covers over her, he wiped away the least of the tears that lingered on her pale, porcelain face, and softly kissed her forehead.
"If you need anything, I'll be right across the hall, okay Mal?" asked Wildwing.
"No, don't leave me here alone" Mallory murmured groggily, "Stay with me here"
Wildwing kicked of his shoes and long, black trenchcoat, and quietly lay beside her on her bed, underneath the warmth of the layers of blankets that kept the autumn, California chill at bay. Mallory still shivered, apparently still cold, and Wildwing wrapped his arms around her protectively. Seeing her in so much pain was more than he wanted to bear, but he kept himself strong for her, just as she always had done for him in his times of need. He could tell she was asleep now, her steady, gentle breathing his biggest indicator. All of a sudden she began to cry out in her sleep, and he knew that the horrors of this day were seeping into her sleep as nightmares. He began to talk to Mallory while she slept, words of relief and reassurance, as he used to do with Nosedive when he was little and plagued with nightmares far less drastic and real than Mallory's. She began to calm down and Wildwing gave Mallory one more strong sentiment of comfort.
"Mallory, I'll always love you. Please don't ever forget that" He whispered in her ear.
Somewhere in her light sleep, Mallory heard his words and murmured back to him, "I won't ever forget, Wing, I promise."
Final Note: I was contemplating a semi-sequel type chapter to this, so if you really want, (Or in many other cases, don't want) me to add something on to this, let me know! I'd appreciate your opinions, and your thought on my plotline. See y'all!