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 4-A Memory Unfolds: Part 2

"Nosedive, NOSEDIVE!!!" yelled Wildwing.

He lunged, trying to grab the sled before it got too far, but it was too late.

All Wing could do was watch from the top of the steps, frozen in place by fear and shock, as his baby brother went flying down the stairs.

"I didn't know what to do. My mind screamed follow him, run after him, grab him before he gets hurt, but try as I might, I couldn't move. My legs were rigid as stone, like tree trunks. All I could do was just stand there as Dive spiraled down those stairs. And then, I saw the sled tip forward. I remember now leaving one my toys on the bottom step the night before. As I think back now, I suppose that the sled must have caught on the toy and that's what forced it to tip. I remember watching Nosedive got whizzing through the air, too shocked and scared to cry out. But then, he hit the door, and, and then..."

At this point, Wildwing had to stop and take a breath. Tears were beginning to run down his face.

"It's okay, Wing. You don't have to continue if you don't want to," said Nosedive, as he tried to comfort his older brother, "I think we all know the rest of the story anyway."

"No, No! That's just it! You guys don't know the rest of the story! I mean, I mean..."

"Just take another deep breath, Wildwing," Tanya said.

"Yes my friend, you cannot let your karma be clouded by past events you cannot change," stated Grin.

"It's alright, I'm fine," Wing said, taking yet another breath, "I, I think I'm ready to continue again. I can still remember that scream. The one that come out of my tiny brother that night was one that chilled me straight to the bone. It was one of sheer pain, complete and total pain. I regret to say that I've heard Nosedive scream like that many times before. But that was the very first time and, being only five-years- old at the time, I thought that the world was ending. Dive's world was ending. No, my world was ending..."

Little Wildwing looked down from his frozen spot at the top of the stairs at the still form of his younger sibling. Had it really only been just a few seconds ago that Dive had been sitting at the top of the steps, perfectly fine and content, and now, now...Wildwing couldn't even bring himself to think of what had just happened.

It was then that he felt two huge forms come running past him; these, of course, being his mom and dad. Wing didn't know how long it had taken for them to wake up, but he figured it must have been right after Nosedive's scream went ripping throughout the house.

His mother ran right down the stairs and headed straight to her youngest son's rigid body, which lay lifeless in a pool of his own blood, which was slowly growing by the minute.

"Wildwing, Wildwing what happened??" Wing's dad screamed, gripping his older son, trying to gain some answers.

But, Wildwing had barely heard him. His gaze was fixed on Nosedive, that poor little baby who now was probably dead. And it was all his fault!

"It's all my fault, dad!" was all Wing was able to get out, barely above a whisper, before tears began to burst from his eyes.

"Son, what-"

"Dear, call an ambulance right now!!!" screamed the boys' mother, who was now cradling the limp baby in her arms.

"Right!" exclaimed the terrified father.

It was only a matter of minutes before sirens could be heard in the distance, getting closer and closer each second. Soon, the ambulance stood just outside the Flashblade home as the paramedics began loading Nosedive into the van. Mrs. Flashblade followed soon after, followed by Mr. Flashblade and Wildwing.

As he was getting into the ambulance, Wing couldn't help but notice that all the neighbors were now either staring out their windows or standing in their doors, wondering what on Puckworld could be disturbing the neighborhood peace at that hour in the early morning.

All Wing could do was just shake his head, as he climbed into the ambulance. The doors slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away, with sirens blaring, into the night.