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 6-A Race Against Time

"I must have run all over that hospital that night. In a sheer state of panic, I guess I must have lost my way, because soon I wasn't sure where exactly I was or where I was even trying to get to. Suddenly, I heard someone from behind calling out to me..."

"Hey kid, kid!"

"Huh?"

Wildwing had just gotten to the middle of the hall, before he realized that he had already come that way at least twice before. Then, he heard someone behind him yelling, and turned around. Standing in the doorway of another hospital room, was a small duck with light grey feathers and short, brown hair. He looked to be around Wildwing's age. He was dressed in a white hospital gown and was holding on to a pole, which had his IV attached to it.

"Hey kid, where you tryin' to get to in such a hurry? I've seen you run past here like three times already," he said.

"I'm sorry, it's just..." Wing was out of breath, "I'm lookin' for my baby brother. Have you seen him?"

"I don't know. What does he look like?"

"He's small and yellow, with a little bit of blonde hair and bright blue eyes."

"Well, I haven't seen any babies like that around here, but you might try the hatchery. That's where all the baby ducks are kept."

"Ok. Just one more thing..."

"Sure."

"Ezactly, how do you get to the hatchery?" asked Wildwing.

"Oh that's easy," replied the duckling, "Just that the elevator (that's at the end of the hall) up to the fifth floor. The hatchery should be on that floor. You can't miss it!"

"Thanks, thanks a lot!" shouted Wildwing as he raced off for the elevator.

"I hope you find your brother!" called the young duck.

"Me too!" shouted Wing in return.

Just as the duckling had said, Wildwing found the elevator at the end of the hall. He just managed to jump up and push the button for it to come down. Soon, a soft bell dinged, as the doors slid open. However, it wasn't until Wing had stepped inside and the doors had already closed, that the young duck had discovered that he was too short to reach the button for the fifth floor or jump up and reach it. He looked around and noticed a broom leaning up against the back wall of the elevator.

"I guess one of the janitors must have left this in here," he said as he took the broom and used it to hit the button with a five on it.

Soon, Wildwing felt the elevator start moving and then finally ding once more as it hit the fifth floor.

"Hang on Dive, just hang on. I'm coming!" said Wing as he dashed off down yet another hallway. 'I hope I'm goin' in the right direction this time,' he thought.

Author's Note: I sure hope you guys like my story so far. I really worked hard on it. So keep on going! :)