Title: The Lost
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: W/M.
Author's Note: I AM DONE! No more chapter ficcie for this chicky... (Hey, that rhymed!) Anyways, read my note at the bottom of this little epilogue, it's very important. Finishing this is actually an early birthday present to myself (which is actually tomorrow, I'm cutting my own deadlines really close here...), but I hope that you all will enjoy it as much as I enjoy being done with it.
The Lost – Epilouge
Three days later, they buried Mallory. Wildwing, amazingly enough, lasted through the whole funeral. He stayed through the burial that the rest of the others could not bear to watch. Even after all of the services were over, he still remained, crouched by her headstone, unmoved by the warm breeze that blew through his hair. He was, in fact, comforted by it. Somehow he knew it was Mallory, telling him that everything was alright on her end. He smiled, and walked back to the Pond.
Everyone had fallen asleep that night, although rather restlessly for most. Wildwing, however, did not. At three that morning, he packed his bags, leaving most of his stuff behind, just as he wanted it. He made one last stop into Mallory's room, taking in every detail of what lay before him. He knew that he would never see this place again. He picked up the dirty, broken, and now non-functional watch from her dresser where the team had put it once they found it gripped tightly in his hand. He stuffed it in his pocket, and left the Pond, via the back entrance. He threw all of his necessities in the back of his car, hopped in the driver's seat and started up the engine. Driving off onto the highway, he let the warm air blow through his hair and left all of his cares behind him, never looking back. He smiled, he would make sure that he would find his way to happiness again, even if it required his premature death as well.
When Nosedive had found that that Wildwing was gone again, he felt a sense of hatred growing within him. The vague, short note saying nothing more than, "Goodbye" that Wing had left made the bile rise in his throat. Nosedive sat down at the kitchen table, not looking the other three residents of the Pond in the eye.
"Dive, do you know why Wing's mask was in my room this mornin'? I've asked everyone else, they don' know a thing about it."
Nosedive glared at all of them, an evil smile growing on his beak as he tossed the note at Duke.
"I hate that bastard. He did it again." Nosedive laughed maniacally before getting up and heading to his room. He would never be able to forgive his brother of leaving him a second time, and of his own volition, no less. The first time had been devastating, the second was unforgivable.
Duke read the one word on the note that Wildwing had left, and threw the mask against the wall, shattering it with the force behind the throw. He picked up the pieces and bits of electronics that fell to the floor and threw them all in the trash can.
"D-Duke! What did you do that for? I-If we have to go up against D- Draugaunus again, we'll be in a w-world of hurt!"
"Aren't we already?" Duke stared her down as he made his way to the door.
Tanya and Grin looked on as he exited. They shared a knowing glance, knowing that life for all of them had ended, mere existence and survival had settled in its place. Happiness would only come when all of their pain and internal wounds had been healed or wiped away. Both ducks exited to their own rooms, and prayed that time would heal the jagged holes in all of their hearts.
The End.
Second Author's Note: Hi everyone. Thanks ahead of time to everyone who reviews this...thing I wrote, although I seriously doubt I'll get any comments, which is fine by me.
Now, on something of a serious note, I'd like to share some really important news with all of my readers. As of today, July 14th, 2004, I'm on a hiatus of unknown length from writing for the MD:TAS fandom. I may come back, I may not. It all depends on what I feel like doing, and how rejuvenated my fic muses feel after this break. I originally planned to rant here about all of the things that triggered this and then talk about how no matter what, I probably won't be posting again on But then I got the urge to start naming names and pointing out things that really bugged me but that would probably offend a lot of people. Normally, I say what I think, but I'd like to leave here with whatever integrity (Integrity, what's that? I don't think I have any...) I have left intact. I'd like to thank Jerbear, Jilliegoat, LadySilver1, and Nature-Flashblade for their continued support and friendship. I love all of you dearly, all of you are wonderful friends and totally awesome writers, I couldn't ask for a better crew of gals by my side. I know I talk to you all a lot, but I still wanted to thank you for everything that you all have done for me in the year(s?) that I've been here. Also, thank you to everyone who read my stories and reviewed them as well, although I probably would have kept on writing even if no one had said a word. May everyone be blessed with a fic of their favorite genre and pairing that they didn't have to write themselves at least once in their lifetime. So, my readers, in case I don't come back, goodbye to...to...um...::thinks:: Well, just goodbye. I think that'll cut it.
Darkness Queen
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: W/M.
Author's Note: I AM DONE! No more chapter ficcie for this chicky... (Hey, that rhymed!) Anyways, read my note at the bottom of this little epilogue, it's very important. Finishing this is actually an early birthday present to myself (which is actually tomorrow, I'm cutting my own deadlines really close here...), but I hope that you all will enjoy it as much as I enjoy being done with it.
The Lost – Epilouge
Three days later, they buried Mallory. Wildwing, amazingly enough, lasted through the whole funeral. He stayed through the burial that the rest of the others could not bear to watch. Even after all of the services were over, he still remained, crouched by her headstone, unmoved by the warm breeze that blew through his hair. He was, in fact, comforted by it. Somehow he knew it was Mallory, telling him that everything was alright on her end. He smiled, and walked back to the Pond.
Everyone had fallen asleep that night, although rather restlessly for most. Wildwing, however, did not. At three that morning, he packed his bags, leaving most of his stuff behind, just as he wanted it. He made one last stop into Mallory's room, taking in every detail of what lay before him. He knew that he would never see this place again. He picked up the dirty, broken, and now non-functional watch from her dresser where the team had put it once they found it gripped tightly in his hand. He stuffed it in his pocket, and left the Pond, via the back entrance. He threw all of his necessities in the back of his car, hopped in the driver's seat and started up the engine. Driving off onto the highway, he let the warm air blow through his hair and left all of his cares behind him, never looking back. He smiled, he would make sure that he would find his way to happiness again, even if it required his premature death as well.
When Nosedive had found that that Wildwing was gone again, he felt a sense of hatred growing within him. The vague, short note saying nothing more than, "Goodbye" that Wing had left made the bile rise in his throat. Nosedive sat down at the kitchen table, not looking the other three residents of the Pond in the eye.
"Dive, do you know why Wing's mask was in my room this mornin'? I've asked everyone else, they don' know a thing about it."
Nosedive glared at all of them, an evil smile growing on his beak as he tossed the note at Duke.
"I hate that bastard. He did it again." Nosedive laughed maniacally before getting up and heading to his room. He would never be able to forgive his brother of leaving him a second time, and of his own volition, no less. The first time had been devastating, the second was unforgivable.
Duke read the one word on the note that Wildwing had left, and threw the mask against the wall, shattering it with the force behind the throw. He picked up the pieces and bits of electronics that fell to the floor and threw them all in the trash can.
"D-Duke! What did you do that for? I-If we have to go up against D- Draugaunus again, we'll be in a w-world of hurt!"
"Aren't we already?" Duke stared her down as he made his way to the door.
Tanya and Grin looked on as he exited. They shared a knowing glance, knowing that life for all of them had ended, mere existence and survival had settled in its place. Happiness would only come when all of their pain and internal wounds had been healed or wiped away. Both ducks exited to their own rooms, and prayed that time would heal the jagged holes in all of their hearts.
The End.
Second Author's Note: Hi everyone. Thanks ahead of time to everyone who reviews this...thing I wrote, although I seriously doubt I'll get any comments, which is fine by me.
Now, on something of a serious note, I'd like to share some really important news with all of my readers. As of today, July 14th, 2004, I'm on a hiatus of unknown length from writing for the MD:TAS fandom. I may come back, I may not. It all depends on what I feel like doing, and how rejuvenated my fic muses feel after this break. I originally planned to rant here about all of the things that triggered this and then talk about how no matter what, I probably won't be posting again on But then I got the urge to start naming names and pointing out things that really bugged me but that would probably offend a lot of people. Normally, I say what I think, but I'd like to leave here with whatever integrity (Integrity, what's that? I don't think I have any...) I have left intact. I'd like to thank Jerbear, Jilliegoat, LadySilver1, and Nature-Flashblade for their continued support and friendship. I love all of you dearly, all of you are wonderful friends and totally awesome writers, I couldn't ask for a better crew of gals by my side. I know I talk to you all a lot, but I still wanted to thank you for everything that you all have done for me in the year(s?) that I've been here. Also, thank you to everyone who read my stories and reviewed them as well, although I probably would have kept on writing even if no one had said a word. May everyone be blessed with a fic of their favorite genre and pairing that they didn't have to write themselves at least once in their lifetime. So, my readers, in case I don't come back, goodbye to...to...um...::thinks:: Well, just goodbye. I think that'll cut it.
Darkness Queen