Disclaimer: I don't own the Ducks or Turtles. pouts I wish I did though... Oh well... I guess I can jus' stick with Static! He's MINE!
Gear: Hey! I don't think so! :grabs Static: He's mine! Back off!
Static: Don't I get a choice around here?
Gear: No! :drags him away:
SV: :grins sheepishly: Hee hee... Or not... :hides in a closet to sulk:
Ducks and Turtles Unite!
Chapter 1
"Hey, I'll see ya' around!" came the voice from the comic shop.
Two voices chorused their goodbyes and the person attached to the first voice exited the store. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a plastic bag with some books in it in his hand. His golden colored hair was cropped crudely just above his shoulders and a pair of sunglasses rested on his beak. This was a young mallard from another planet. He was the youngest member of a NHL hockey team that fans knew as the Mighty Ducks, and he'd also just returned from collage, which was about two hours drive away by car. The young nineteen year old prepared to mount his bike when a familiar green flash of light appeared in the nearby alley. Without even thinking, the young duck dropped his bags, pulling a gun from his side hostler, sneaking beside the alley's entrance and peering in. Two lizards dumped the bundle that they had on the ground.
"You sure we're s'posed to leave him here?" the smaller one asked a little uncertainly.
"Sure I'm sure. Dragonus said that the Ducks are supposed ta' find him and think he's a' enemy of theirs," the larger lizard sneered, "Then, they'll kill 'im. 'Sides, Shedder wants these freaks dead, anyway. Now, c'mon. Let's get outta here before one of these ducks find us here."
With another flash of green, the two lizards vanished, leaving the duck to slip his gun back into it's hostler. Slowly, he approached the figure in the back of the alley. He could smell fresh blood, alerting him that the figure was injured. He knelt at the person's side and rested his hand on the person's back, meeting something hard and round and covered with a warm, wet, stickiness. He cringed, knowing what the stickiness was. Slowly, gently, he rolled the figure onto it's back, the duck quickly realizing that this wasn't a human and was also in danger of losing too much blood (or so said the injures that he could see in the darkness of the alleyway).
Being as careful as possible, the young duck pulled the person up, pulling his arm over his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. He almost fell over in surprise at the weight of the being in his arms. Stars... he was HEAVY! Between an almost unconscious effort of the person and his own strength, the teen managed to get them both to his bike. Once in the light, he could tell the features of the person in his arms. A turtle, he noted as he climbed onto the bike and cranked the engine. As quickly as the speed limits would allow, he hurried towards the Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim, leaving his bags inside the door of the comic shop.
What had happened to the turtle? And where did he come from?
Tanya Vanderflock jumped when the unexpected Nosedive Flashblade entered the garage at a fast pace on his motorcycle. She rubbed the back of her hand where she'd hit it on the Migrator's hood and turned to the teen.
"You're back early, Dive..." she paused at the green, blood covered figure in his arms, "Oh, stars! What did you bring a Saurian here for!"
"He's not a Saurian. He's a turtle and he needs help," Dive hurried towards the elevator as fast as was possible with the heavy load in his grasp, "Siege and Chameleon left him in an alley outside Captain Comics. Siege said something about ol' lizard lips wanting us to think he was an enemy and kill the guy!"
Tanya followed Dive into the elevator and they were soon being taken to the infirmary. She gave in at hearing the duck's explanation and quickly checked the injured turtle's wounds, careful not to place her hands near the injuries.
"Put him on one of the beds and apply pressure to his side. If he loses too much blood, I might not be able to save him," she instructed, moving to thoroughly washer hands and arms.
Nosedive obeyed her commands, carefully setting the turtle on the bed, gathering some nearby cloths that was used for the sole purpose to slow external blood flow. The turtle also had a leather belt tied around his waist that was getting soaked with blood, the duck noted. Holding the cloth in place with one hand, Nosedive untied the leather and carefully slid it out from under the unconscious turtle, not really noticing the wooden sticks that was being held in place until they hit the floor. Curious, he picked up the two pairs of sticks, which were held together by short chains, and moved out of the way so Tanya could get to work.
"Need me to do anything?" he questioned, folding the belt then setting on the countertop.
"Yeah, you can get his gear off of him," Tanya gestured to the rest of the items that the turtle donned while cleaning away dried and fresh blood, "And see if you can clean it while you're at it. Blood ruins leather."
Nodding, Dive pulled off the turtle's pads, cuffs, and bandana. One of the sinks on the other side of the room was filled with soapy warm water, which he tosses the bandana into. Dive then frowned, studying the leather.
"What do I clean this with?" the young duck held up the rest of the gear in questioned, "I mean, isn't water bad on leather?"
Tanya didn't look up from her cleaning, "There's some saddle soap in the equipment room. You're gonna have to use that."
Nosedive nodded his affirmative and hurried out the door. In a short time, he'd set himself down on the sofa in the Rec. room, using the coffee table to set everything on. The pads were cleaned first and Dive had just started on the belt when another duck, older than him, entered the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. The dark gray colored mallard arched an eyebrow, his good eye gazing at the teen.
"Hey, kid," he greeted, moving over to lean against the back of the couch, "You're back early. What's up?"
Nosedive glanced up from his tedious task, giving the other duck a smile before continuing, "Hey, Dukester. The professor caught sick. The dean dismissed us for the rest of his classes the next week, so I came back."
"I see..." the older suck watched Dive work for a few moments before speaking up again, "You missed a spot."
"Thanks..." the young mallard backed up and rubbed at the missed area.
Duke sat down on the sofa next to the teen, "What's that for, anyway, kid?"
"I found someone that was injured over by Captain Comics. Couldn't leave 'im there, ya' know?"
"And?" Duke urged.
Dive heaved a sigh, "The Saurian's left him there. They said something about us finding him and killing him 'cause we'd think he was an enemy."
"Not human," the ex-thief quickly guess, at which Nosedive nodded.
"Think he's a turtle. He sure looks like one," the teenager stated.
"Ya' missed anotha' spot, kid."
Nosedive gave the older duck a slightly evil look as he rubbed harshly at the neglected spot of leather, "You wanna do this?"
With a chuckle, Duke shook his head, "Not really, no."
"Then hush up," Dive grumped, leaning over the belt.
The one-eyed duck watched in amusement as Nosedive finished cleaning the leather. As soon as the job was complete, he gathered the supplies from the table and retreated from the room, not paying Duke any mind when he followed. Dive stashed the saddle soap back in the equipment room before continuing to the infirmary. Tanya was busy washing her hands when they entered.
"He ok" Dive questioned, setting the turtle's gear down and going over the fish the bandana from the pinkish colored water.
"He should be alright. That injury to the side was made with a long blade. His other wounds weren't as serious, but he still lost a large amount of blood. I'm not really sure of his blood type, so I can't give him any. He'll have to allow his body to supply more. If we're lucky, he'll wake up within the next week, it might even be two weeks," Tanya dried her hands, turning to Nosedive and quickly noticed Duke. Her hands went to her hips, "Don't tell me. You busted your comm again, didn't you?"
"What?" Duke seemed shocked, "Moi? C'mon, sweetheart. Ya' jus' fixed it a week ago. I hadn't had time to bust it. Why would I do such a thing like that. anyway? 'Sides, I jus' wanted to see who Dive brought home."
Without waiting for any replies, the older duck moved to the bed to investigate the injured male, giving glances at bruises and small, uncovered cuts that Tanya had believed didn't need to be dressed. Duke frowned at the condition the turtle was in, taking note of his pale, clammy skin and shallow breaths. The young turtle didn't look a day over eighteen. Instead, he looked about sixteen. And the wounds were obviously from a battle of some sort. Duke's brow knit itself together as his posture straightened.
"I don't get why the Saurians would believe that we'd think this kid was our enemy," Duke eyed Nosedive as he rang the excess water from the partially stained, orange bandana, "I mean, wouldn't they know we'd act more as a good samaritan and help the kid out?" the ex-thief shook his head, "Gees... they're even dumber than I thought."
"Tell me about it, man," Dive agreed, "'sides, Wing wouldn't let us kill anybody no how."
"That's tr-tru-t-t, uh... that's right," Tanya stuttered over her wording. She'd been getting better with her speech over the past few months, "But back to the matter at hand. He should be alright. In the meantime, what do we tell Wildwing about him? He has to know. And if something goes wrong, someone'll have to be in here."
"True..." Duke rubbed his chin, one hand on his hip, "I'll tell him. How's that?"
Tanya nodded her agreement, "Dive? That alright with you?" she questioned the teen who'd set himself next to the turtle in the occupied bed.
"Yeah. I'll take the first watch, jus' as long as someone could get my duffle for me. It's at the comic shop," he replied.
"I'll get it," Duke offered, "I'll just need to talk ta' Wing about what's going on first."
Nosedive shrugged, "Sure..."
"You fools!"
The warehouse that was a large ship in disguise shook in response to the roar. Inside, a large lizard, steaming at the nostrils, towered over the two other lizards in front of him, both of which were trembling in fear. His scales, which were already red, were even redder than before, thanks to his anger.
"You left the turtle in an ALLEY! What the hell were you thinking, you idiots! You were to report to me after you retrieved him!" Dragonus turned away, seething furiously, "I'm surrounded my idiots!"
"Siege said that you wanted us to leave him there so the ducks would find him, then kill him," Chameleon had the balls to speak up, yet it was no more than a squeak.
Dragonus didn't turn, fists clenching tightly, as he bit out the words, "Is this true, Siege?"
The overgrown lizard cringed at the tone and nodded a bit sheepishly, "Y-yea... I-I thought you said..."
"You thought I said? You thought I said!" Dragonus roared as he spun around and, once again, towered over the two henchmen, "That's just it, you buffoon! You don't think! 'I' do the thinking for you!"
With a startled squeak, Chameleon turned into a mouse, covering his head with his paws. Dragonus took advantage of the situation and picked him up by his tail.
"Now, I want you two," he seethed, unusually calm about it, "To go back and get that turtle. And you will bring him back here. Is that understood!"
"Y-yeh, L-lord Dragonus," Siege stuttered.
"Good," the overlord tossed Chameleon to the bulky henchman, "Now Get Out!"
Without a second thought, the two lizards disappeared in a flash of green light. It would be the best idea. It seemed that they'd caught their overlord on a very, VERY bad day.
Chapter 1
Ah... Draggy is in a bad mood... typical. Now, what you think?
Next update in Turtle's section!
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