Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Mighty Ducks, Disney does. Everybody knows that. I'm just borrowing them, ok? So don't go getting mad and trying to sue me, because you won't get much from me, I can tell you that right now. Be a big waste of time really. (Oh man, I sound like some telemarketing machine, don't I?)

Author's Note: This is my first Mighty Ducks fanfiction, so please be gentle. But I DO want some kind of feedback, so send me some reviews. They are read and appreciated you know. Anyway, I hope you like my story...

Chapter 3-A Memory Unfolds: Part 1

"WHAT?!"

Every member of the Mighty Ducks, with the exception of Wildwing and Grin of course, practically jumped out of their seats.

"You mean to tell me that my dream was real?!?" inquired one very surprised Nosedive.

"Yes, I'm afraid so Dive," answered Wing.

"Well, when did it happen? How old was I? Who was that mysterious figure? Why'd he send me down the stairs? Did he really mean to let me go flying down on a sled? And why can't I remember any of this?"

"Hold on, lil' bro'. Breath. One question at a time, ok." Wing put his hand on Dive's shoulder and gently pushed him back into a chair. "I promise I'll explain everything. But know this first. That dream you had was no dream. It's a memory from VERY long ago, and one that I am frankly quite surprised you can even still recall." The sad, serious tone of Wing's voice and the dishearten look on his face was beginning to worry Nosedive. Something in the way his brother was acting, was telling Dive that the topic on hand was upsetting Wildwing greatly. But the teenager's curiosity got the better of him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Why don't we all go into the rec room and talk there. I don't really feel like telling this story in the kitchen, anyway," said Wildwing.

"An excellent idea," stated Grin.

"Yeah, I suppose if I'm gonna' hear another long story, I might as well be comfortable," sighed Duke.

As the ducks got up to leave, Nosedive couldn't help but notice the extreme amount of discomfort his big bro' looked to be in. It hurt the young duck to know that he was really the one who was pushing his one and only brother to tell him this long-suppressed memory. But, none the less, Dive really wanted to know what the background behind his strange dream.

Soon, the team was settled in the rec room. Wing and Dive were sitting together on the middle couch, Mallory and Tanya were on the couch to their left, Duke was parked in the recliner on their right, and Grin, as usual, was sitting in his meditation position on the floor.

"Alright big bro', we're all here in the rec room, now spill it. What's this all about?"

"Ah...ok. As I've said before, this all happened a long time ago. I was five and Dive had just turned a week old..."

It was late, real late, way past Wildwing's bedtime. A small head poked out from behind a doorway and peeked into the hall. 'Good, the coast is clear,' he thought. Five-year-old Wildwing slowly crept into the hall. As he neared the other doors in the hallway, he heard the clock downstairs strike twelve. Looking into his parents' bedroom, the duckling could see the two sleeping masses of his mother and father.

"Alright, mom and dad are still asleep. Which means, they won't be wakin' up anytime soon, and I won't be gettin' into any trouble for this," he whispered in a soft tone, more to himself than to anyone else in particular.

He then carefully made his way past the bedroom and headed for the last door on the left. With a turn of the knob, he cautiously stepped into his baby brother's room. The crib wasn't hard to find; it was right in the center of the room. Pulling up a chair, Wing stuck his beak over the edge of the bars and looked down at the baby within.

"Dive, Dive, wake up!" called the five-year-old.

Soon, the baby duck began to stir, as he slowly opened his eyes. Then, he smiled as he beheld the larger duck towering over him. Wildwing was actually quite surprised at how quiet his brother was being. Normally, Nosedive was very cranky after waking up from a nap, let alone being woken up in the middle of the night. But, this time, he wasn't even making a fuss. He just lay there, silently staring up at Wing.

"Ok Dive, come on."

As carefully as he could, Wildwing reached over and picked up the baby. Once again, Dive came without a fuss, as Wing carried him out into the hallway and set him down on his back.

"Alright, Dive. You just stay here now and I'll be right back."

With that, Wing turned and left his brother in the hall, as he headed back into his own room. A few seconds later, he emerged with his favorite red sled. He set it down at the top pf the stairs, making sure it was lined up perfectly with the middle of the staircase. Then, he walked back over to where he had left Nosedive.

"You ready, Dive? We're going on a little ride, ok?"

He scooped him up and plopped him down on the front of the sled. It was then that Wildwing noticed that his shoe was untied.

"Ok Dive, just hang on a sec and then we'll be off."

Then, he took his hand, which happened to be the only thing keeping Nosedive at the top of the stairs, off of the baby duck. And that was all it took for the devastating chain of events to occur.

As soon as Wing's hand had reached down to tie his shoe, instead of holding the duckling, Nosedive began to roll forward.

Author's Note: Oh no! What's going to happen????