Authors Note~

I'm sorry that it's been so long since my last update! I've enjoyed reading all of your reviews and hopefully I've emailed everyone back who has emailed me a review! I can't wait to get to hear what y'all have to say about my story! Special thanx to Laney Bug, my beta reader! Enjoy this next chapter. ^^

Disclaimer~ I don't own the Mighty Ducks. This story is purely for entertainment only! Please don't sue me!

And now, on with my story.

Chapter 2

Mallory finished cleaning up the bedroom and walked into the kitchen, she could already smell Wildwing's fabulous cooking. She stopped and leaned on the doorway, clearing her throat to make her presence heard over the sizzling of the eggs and bacon. Wildwing put his spatula down and walked towards Mallory. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned into his embrace.

"Good morning babe. Have any trouble cleaning up the mess we made in the bedroom?" he asked

"Not really, but next time you get to clean." she replied

"Sure whatever." he said

"I smell something burning." said Mallory, lifting her head up from his chest and taking in a whiff of the air around her.

"Oh crudbuckets! I'll be right back don't go anywhere!" said Wildwing, rushing over to the stove.

As he surveyed the damage, he realized that their breakfast had been burned beyond the boundaries of edible food.

"Looks like we're having stale pop-tarts again Mal!"

Wildwing sighed in exasperation. Mallory just walked over to him and hugged him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Sorry that I distracted you, hun." said Mal

"Oh you're defiantly worth a morning of burnt breakfast, babe." Wildwing replied.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on the top of her head, relaxing himself enough to fall asleep. Mallory seemed to be just as tired as he was, her breathing was slowing and he could feel that she was tired just from his light hold on her waist. They seemed to have a kind of connection, one where their feelings and thoughts could be easily transmitted to one another without having to speak. They could just be in the same room and they both could sense the others emotions. Right now, Mallory could sense a hint of frustration and confusion in Wildwing, and Wildwing could feel Mallory's exhaustion.

"What's wrong Wing?"

Mallory lifted her head until their eyes met. Her hands had a firm grip on his arms, and she knew that she was going to get the information that she wanted out of him. Her expression was serious, worried but above all determined. She knew that Wildwing had been having emotional breakdowns in the past from having no one to talk to. She was only serious about him sharing his burdens because she did not want him to have another emotional breakdown, especially now that she could prevent them.

"I'm just thinking Mal, that's all."

"That's bull Wing and you know it, please tell me what's wrong."

"Mal, what are we going to do when everyone gets back?"

"That's not something we should be concerned about right now. Just enjoy the time we have, and when the time comes for us to make that decision, we'll worry about it then."

"Like always Mal, you're right. Come on I'll set the table and you can try to see what we can have for breakfast."

The day went on without another thought of what the future held for Mal and Wing's relationship. Soon, the two weeks that they had together without the other Ducks had almost come to an end. They now only had one night left, and Wildwing and Mallory were both distracted with the impending decision that they would have to make. They were now lying in bed together, each sensing the others feelings of doom.

"Wing, you're nervous and antsy, what's wrong?"

"So are you."

"I think it's time that we made the decision about what to do."

"What decision could there possibly be?"

"There's about a thousand of them to be made, pick one."

They both sat up in bed, Mallory hugging her knees to her chest, Wildwing drumming his fingers on his knee.

"Do you want everyone to know about us, Mal?"

"Not really, Wing."

"So we're going to have to be subtle about everything?"

"We need to go around like we did before, and maybe we could try to get together at night. I don't really know how we're supposed to go about this."

"Should we even be going.?"

Mallory cut Wildwing off in the middle of his question. It was the one thing that she didn't want to hear him ask, she didn't want to answer that question, or even approach it.

"Wildwing, I don't WANT us to stop seeing each other. However, if it's in your best interests, then I will give this up."

"It's not in anyone's best interests for both of us to be unhappy. I think that ending what we have is not an option, Mal."

"Well how are we going to see each other if we can't do anything?"

"We'll find a way."

"Are we going to tell them?"

"We will tell them eventually, but we don't have to do it now. I'm not sure that they can handle us."

They slid back down, and they rested comfortably in each other's arms. Mallory's head rested in the crook of his neck and she seemed to relax a little.

"Wing, who exactly is 'they'?"

"Nosedive for starters. I don't know what he would do. I hate to say it but I don't think you're his top choice of Ducks that I could be going out with."

Mallory just laughed. She knew that Nosedive was less than fond of her, but the thought of it didn't bother her too much. He played too many tricks on her for her to like him all that much anyways.

"So Wing, I take it we've made all the important decisions for the time being?"

"Sure, but you know that you have a lot of questions for this late at night?"

They both smiled, and all their fears and anxieties seemed to melt away as they drifted asleep together.

TBC.