Well, well, well, what have we got here? Another installment? Oh, that must be what this is, the next chapter in Saving Grace'. I hope you enjoy.

Mac ran in a blind panic, hoping someone would help him. They just had to! There always was someone wandering around the Pond, finishing different odds and ends. As luck would have it, or is that bad luck, no one was currently stocking the Pond.

Wildwing casually stepped out of the elevator in the locker room and sauntered peacefully to the door, leading to the rink. A terrified Mac and confused hurried words met him in the arena.

"Mac, slow down. Take a deep breath. Now tell me, what's wrong."

"Anna Saurians got Anna."

Wildwing laughed. "How cute. All right, Mac, Daddy will save Anna. Where is she?"

"They took her. The ugly one took her."

"Hmm Okay Mac, Dragaunus took Anna." Wildwing took Mac's hand and led him up to the concourse level of the Pond. From there they would go outside to the playground where Anna was pretending' to be held captive of the evil Saruains.

"Not Dragaunus," Mac protested. "Another one."

"Mac, the Saurian's are dead. Daddy killed them long before you were born."

Mac shook his head no. He knew what he had seen and they were Saurians. Why doesn't Daddy believe me?

The pair reached the outer doors to the Pond and Wing held the door open. Mac refused to leave the Pond, too afraid that he would be captured too. "Mac, Nosedive stop being so superstitious. No one's going to hurt you." Then something mentally hit him. "Why did you leave your sister alone outside?"

"They got her. The ugly one got her. And the big one tried to get me too."

Wildwing sighed heavily. He wasn't getting anywhere with Mac acting the way he was, so he let go of his hand and stepped outside. "You stay here then. I'm going to go get Anna." The door banged shut behind him and Mac quickly locked the door. Wing gave his son one last glance, he was plastered against the glass crying. "No Daddy, don't go. They'll get you too!"

Somehow now that he was outside, Mac's actions and words seemed almost true. The air possessed a different feel. If Grin had been there, he would have said something about bad vibes or unsettled auras. But Grin wasn't there to offer his advice on spiritual sensation. He was on Puckworld, married to Tanya. Wildwing dismissed the ominous sensations he felt and stepped out into the sun. Wing's mind drifted home to Puckworld and wondered why he hadn't just gone home with the others. But then again he knew the answer. I wonder what Dive's up to right now? As Wing surveyed the parking lot and playground, he found it odd how there were no sounds. As a matter of fact the birds had stopped chirping all together. "Anna!"

There was no response.

"Anna, time to come in!"

Again Wing's shout was not answered.

"Anna! I'm giving you to the count of three then I'm going to be mad with you."

Normally this brought the little girl running, but no one came. Now Wing was worried. What if Dr Droid or Dr Pretorious had kidnaped her? He, of course, could handle them, but he had never fathomed the two evil scientists to be bothered with children. Maybe it was a mob boss? Those gangster types would do anything for fast cash. They might be into kid, er, ducknapping. "Anna!" Wing cried again. Now he was frantic, he had to find her! He turned to go inside and ran into something, knocking him to the ground.

"Hello duck," Belegurth seethed.

"Wha?" Wing looked up at the large chested female Saurian.

"Die!" Belegurth raised her clawed hand and drove it at Wildwing's chest. Wing did not have much time to react; all he could do was push himself away from her as he laid on the pavement. His quick thinking paid off to some extent. He still had his life, but her aim had been true and tore three long and deep slashes into his chest.

Wing clutched at his wounded chest wishing that he had been wearing his armor. "Where's my daughter?!"

"With my brother."

"Where is she?" Wildwing's voice was commanding and shrill.

"Preparing to be sacrificed to our gods, Sharku Burz agh Carne Alcar." (Translation: Old Man Dark and Red Glory). Belegurth stomped forward and struck out at Wildwing again. Wing rolled to safety and scrambled to his feet, still clutching his chest.

"I have no idea who you are or why you are here, but I will not let you hurt anyone!"

Belegurth laughed an ominous, threatening laugh. "I don't think so. You will pay for your treachery. All debts will be paid for in full. Four of our kind for four of yours."

Four of their kind? Dragaunus! Wing realized. "Give me back my daughter!"

"Not until your flesh has been rendered from your skeleton and your bones have been bleached by the sun for eons."

"I will stop you!"

Belegurth chuckled and cast a quick glance to the Pond's entrance. What she beheld only intensified her mirth. Mac had emerged hoping to help his father. "Not today," Belegurth teleported away, leaving Wing at a miss. Then he realized, too late, why she had retreated. She had teleported behind Mac. "NOSEDIVE!" Wing screamed in horror as she reached down to grab Mac. Mac, hearing his father's cry and meeting his enlarged eyes, dropped to the ground and shot himself between Belegurth's legs. Belegurth looked between her legs and found that Mac had jumped to his feet and was making a mad dash for safety. She roared, as she stood upright. She could not let him get away again!

Wildwing ran at her, hoping to distract her attention, but she just swept him to one side with her mighty hand. Mac ran to the glass door and pulled at it with all his might. He looked over his shoulder to find his father on the ground shaking the fog from his mind and Belegurth looming over him. He pulled harder, but it did no good. The door was locked. "Daddy!"

"He can't help you now," she seethed.

"Oh yes I can!" Wildwing jumped onto Belegurth's back and pounded his fists relentlessly into her skull. "Run Nosedive, get Mommy!"

Mac dashed away to find the secret entrance to the base and Belegurth roared her malcontent. As she did so, she flailed her thorn-covered arms in the air. Wing hung on the best he could, but she was violently swinging his body from side to side in an attempt to dislodge him from her back. After a few minutes and to no avail, Belegurth gave one last attempt to free herself from Wing's prying hands. She swung his body in an arch toward her right side. As his body flew through the air she thrust her arm backwards, piercing Wildwing's abdomen with her elbow spike. Wing screamed in agony, releasing his hold on her neck to grab the spike impaling his midsection. With Wing still speared like a shiscabob, Belegurth whipped him forward, releasing his body from the deadly arm implement. His limp body flew haphazardly through the air and wrapped around a pole on the swingset. Belegurth turned from her adversary and back to the child. He had long sense fled the scene and this enraged Belegurth. "NO! You let him get away!" Her accusation was met by Wing's laughter. "That's right, I did." This was not satisfactory. It was an abomination! With her eyes burning like coals she glared at Wildwing.

Wing struggled to pull himself to his feet with the aid of a pole on the swingset. "You will not harm anyone." He fought to keep air in his lungs and to stay conscious.

"Time for you to die," Belegurth seethed, looking at Wing through slitted glowing red eyes. She stalked forward as he clung to the pole. His head was bobbing weakly on his neck like a bobble head doll. She had won. She would dismember his body and take her revenge upon him then his family. She rumbled her triumph. Wing looked up at her when she was inches from him. He blinked back tears as she blew smoke into his face. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I am your executioner. On behalf of Lord Dragaunus, supreme Saurian Overlord, and all of my race that died in dimensional limbo, I sentence you to immediate and excruciating death!" She hissed

"NOT TODAY!"

Belegurth turned to find Terry standing at the doors of the Pond with Mac at her heels. She leveled a puck launcher at the Saurian and opened fire. Belegurth grabbed Wildwing by the throat, lifted him high into the air and with one fail swoop, she chucked Wing at Terry before disappearing in a shroud of green glitter. Wildwing's semiconscious form slammed into his wife and son.

"Wildwing?" Terry panicked, wrestling his bulky form off of her small frame. "Wildwing, answer me."

"Daddy?" Mac sobbed. "She killed Daddy."

"Not yet." Wing murmured.

"Wing, what happened?"

"They took Anna. I couldn't save her."

"Happy Hatching Day!"

Nosedive dodged a handful of confetti and streamers that had been tossed his way as he bashfully accepted his family and friends admiration. The group broke out into For He's a Jolly Good Fella', lead by his Uncle Marland who was drunk and singing off key.

"Thanks guys," Nosedive blushed, rubbing his ears in an attempt to gain some hearing back.

"Come on, Ace, smile," his father encouraged.

"I'm just not in the mood for celebrating, Dad."

"Nosedive, stop wallowing in your sorrow. Wildwing would not appreciate your self pity," Duke spoke harshly. "He'd want you to be happy. After all, you and Mal did just have a baby."

"She had the baby," Dive correct. "I stood by and had my hand crushed as I gave her encouragement." Everyone laughed and Mallory gave Dive a playful swat then a kiss on his cheek. "Besides, I was just thinking how much better today would be if he was here. Not because of it being my hatching day and party and all. I just wish that he knew that he was an Uncle." Dive tickled his daughter under her bill as he spoke.

"I'm sure he knows, Dive," Mallory comforted.

"How could he? We're here and he's there."

"It was bound to happen, Nosedive," Tanya remarked. "Wildwing knew that one day you'd have kids. The decision he made was harder on him then you think it was."

"Nosedive, honey," Anna Flashblade comforted her son by placing her hand on his shoulder. She gently made him face her as she cupped his chin in her free hand. "Wildwing would want you to be happy. Please cheer up. Do you want your little girl to see you sad?"

"No. I'll try to be less of a grinch."

"What's a grinch?"

"Nothing, Mom, just something I picked up on Earth."

"Is it contagious?"

"Wildwing, lay down!" Terry reprimanded Wildwing for the umpteenth time.

"I have to get up. I have to save Anna."

"You can't do anything in your present condition."

"I can try. I have to."

Terry gently, yet firmly pushed Wildwing back onto the medicom bed. "Your not super duck, though you may think you are, but even Superman had a weakness."

"And that is?"

"Little green rocks." (Thanks Becks)

"Terry, do you want our little girl in their clutches?" Wildwing inquired his voice quaking.

"I want her home just as much as you do, but I'm not going to allow you to kill yourself in a failed rescue attempt."

"I will not fail!"

"With help, no, but alone, yes."

"You can't come, I won't allow it."

"I wouldn't know what to do. I meant for you to somehow send word, you have to contact the other ducks on Puckworld."

"How, we don't have any contact with them?"

"Maybe Drake One"

"It's a stupid computer! It can't do anything!"

A strange sound interrupted their argument and the two turned from each other to look at the corner of the room. Mac stood clutching Anna's favorite teddy bear, tears streaming down his cheeks. His little face was contorted as he wrinkled his bill, holding back his sobs and whimpers. As he stared at his parents argue his eyes dilated and more tears came forth.

"Nosedive?" Terry cooed softly.

Wildwing sat up and extended his hand to Mac. "Mac, come to Daddy."

His lower bill trembled violently as he tried to suppress a mournful wail. Not only had he lost his sister, but also he was loosing his parents love. The way they talked, it was as if everyone, including Anna, would die at the hands of the Saurians. "Come here baby," Terry cooed again, holding her arms open for him. Ever since Anna had been abducted he had become melancholy and he refused to speak. He moped about the Pond in a half conscious state mumbling incoherently. Terry hadn't the time to properly supervise her son, not with Wildwing and his injuries. She had nursed Wing back to manageable health, but now he was threatening to run off and battle the Saurians again, alone. Now Terry regretted not giving Mac more attention.

"Mac, come here," Wildwing tired to wave his son to his bedside. His efforts were futile. Mac ran out of the room, dragging the teddy bear by its arm behind him.

Anna felt the hand holding her open and she fell to the floor. She quickly got to her feet and scurried into the corner of the dark cell, where she curled into a ball. Gormegil watched her with interest as she hugged her knees, occasionally wiping away a tear. He visited her several times a day to play' with her. His games always frightened her and left her crying for her parents. Though she tolerated the torture, he was puzzled. She was obviously afraid of him, why else would she shrink away from him when he approached, yet when he probed her with his hideous tools, she refrained from crying out or showing discomfort. It was only when Belegurth, in her lust for blood, rushed the torture did the child cry out in pain and terror. There had to be a reason for her strong will, but what?

Terry left Wildwing to chase after Mac. He had agreed not to wander off' in her absence. The entire ordeal was tearing the little family apart. Wildwing knew that, he could see it falling apart before his eyes. He needed to do something, and fast. Terry was right, of course, she always was. Oh God, what am I to do? Please give me the strength to face this.

Wildwing sat up convinced what had to be done. He knew the costs and though he did not like it, it had to be done. He had to get Anna back. Wing made sure Terry was out of sight before he exited the infirmary. Now that he was free from medical attention, he needed to find some help. Nothing came to his mind at first. The only person he could possibly think of was Phil. Not much help there, Wing, buddy ol pal. He couldn't even defend himself from Magic. Magic? Maybe?

His thoughts were interrupted when a sound came from the Mighty Ducks archive of recovered memorabilia. He opened the case and looked at the treasures hidden within.

"Well hello there, Wildwing."

Wildwing jumped, but composed himself rather quickly. "Hello, BRAWN."

"Why so glum?"

"My daughter was kidnapped."

"Not Anna!"

"Yes, some stinking lizards stole her from me," Wildwing growled. He clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. He released the tension entangling his body and opened his hand with a sigh. "And I couldn't and can't do anything to save her."

"The other ducks can help?"

"How? They are on Puckworld."

"That's why I haven't seen them can you call them?"

Wildwing shook his head no.

"Can you go back?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure you don't have a teleporter?"

"No. It's no use. The team used Dragaunus' dimensional gateway generator to go home. wait a minute, I do have a teleporter. We found it when Dragaunus created those energy monsters. But wait, it was set for the Raptor."

"Then change the coordinates."

"How?"

"I'll show you. Change the coordinates for Puckworld, go back, get the team, save Anna and go home. It's easy as cherry pie."

"But Terry" Wildwing trailed off looking over his shoulder toward the door.

"Tell Phil, then go. She'll understand."

"But"

"It's better then leaving a note."

"Your right. Thanks, BRAWN. I think I will do just that."

Wildwing disclosed his plan to his manager, Phil Palmfeather. The overweight human was not pleased with his goal tenders decision, but something had to be done. Phil had already contacted Captain Kleghorn about the abduction and he in turn had Anaheim's police force out on full alert looking for the child. It wasn't much, but it was all the humans could do.