DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Turtles or the Ducks, so please don't kill me or sue me or anything else, especially about what I've done to poor Mikey. Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill 'im. I'm not THAT mean.
Ducks and Turtles Unite!
Chapter 2
"Are you sure you don't want to come, Sensei?" Leo tossed his knapsack into the Battleshell, pausing to look over his shoulder at his master.
The elder ninja nodded his head, both hands rested upon the top of his cane. "I am quite certain, Leonardo. I shall stay here. You and your brothers can go and retrieve Michelangelo. I assume Miss O'Neil and Mr Jones will be accompanying you?"
"Hai, Sensei. They will be," Leo stated.
Splinter nodded. "And how will you be getting to California, my son?"
"Donny said that we're gonna use the ship we got from the Triceratons," the blue clad ninja heeved the chest of spare equiptment into the truck. "Said it'll be the quickest way to get there. AND we can't be stopped by police cars."
Rapheal, then, apporched, carrying two knapsacks. "Yo, Sensei? You coming wit' us?"
"No, I am not. I believe it is best that you, Donatello, and Leonardo go without me, Rapheal," Splinter answered.
"Oh... Hey, let me give ya' a hand, Leo," Raph quickly grabbed an end of the crate on the floor and the two brothers moved it into the truck.
Donatello soon emerged from his room, his dufflebag across his shoulder and a knapsack in his hand. After stashing the bags in the Battleshell, the three turtles bowed low in respect to their teacher, their foreheads touching the floor. Splinter watched them for a second, a sad smile spread across his face. He, himself, did not understand what had happened to Michelangelo, how he had suddenly appeared in California, so very far away from New York City. His sons could not teleport, but there was not any other explaination to what had happened to him. After a long moment, he finally addressed his three remaining sons.
"My sons. You have a long journey ahead of you. You shall be traveling to parts of the country that is unfamiliar to us. I am unable to stop you, for you must retreive your brother. I only wish that you will be careful in your journey and that you will keep Miss O'Neil and Mr Jones with you as much as possible," A soft murmur of acceptance came from the trio. "And also remember, my sons, to practice your art of invisiblity. We do not know what is in California. My sons, I shall be but a call away if you need anything."
Splinter paused for a second then continued. "Now, go, my sons. Travel safely and bring your brother home."
"Hai, Sensei," Leo stated as they rose to their feet, him giving a deep bow at the waist to his master. "We will do our best."
"Well, load up, guys. We've gotta pick up April and Casey then get to the ship. Mikey's waiting!" Donny called as he strapped himself into the drivers seat.
Raph and Leo climbed in, Don reving the engine in a gesture to hurry them up. The truck took off with the three teenagers shouting goodbye to Splinter.
The elderly rat smiled slightly, shaking his head and turning back to his room. "Kids..."
The white duck frowned while rubbing his chin with his free hand. He was the captian of his team, the team goalie, and older brother to the team's youngest member. Having just been interrupted from his practice, he was still clad in a pair of sweat pants and a tee-shirt, both soaked through with sweat. His dark green eyes studied the older duck in front of him.
"So, we have a house guest... How bad is his injuries?"
Duke L'Orange quickly replied, "From what I could tell, pretty bad. Tanya had already bandaged him up when I came in. Dive brought him here. Said something about Seige and Chameleon dropping him off in an alleyway."
A slight look of surprise crossed the captain's face. "Dive's back? And he didn't come see me?"
Duke chuckled, "Yeah. I'd be careful, Wing. He might run off and leave ya' for good."
"Very funny, Duke," Wildwing muttered, although there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
The two ducks made their way to the locker room where Wildwing pulled his shirt from over his head, tossing it absently onto the bench before sitting down to take off his skates. The bench creaked under his weight, reminding Wing with the mental note that they still hadn't got new benches yet. He needed to discuss that with their manager.
"Where is Dive, anyway?" he spoke up after changing his pants, beginning to slip on his shoes.
Duke, who was leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed, watched with a steady gaze as he tied his shoes. "In the infirmiry. He offered to watch our guest for a while. I'm gonna go get his duffle bag for him in a second."
The white duck stood, stretching his arms above his head, successfully loosening the tension in his muscles. "Alright... Well, you go ahead. I'm gonna head down to the infirmiry to see Dive and our guest."
With a nod, Duke turned and exited the room, planning to go the the Hanger for a bike. Wing watched him go then started for the elevator. After not seeing his younger brother for two months, he wanted to at least spend a couple moments with him. As for the injuried guest, Wing wanted to know as much as possible about him. Like, what planet was he from? Where had he gotten his injuries? If he was fighting, who was he fighting against? What was his name? Did he have any family? And most importantly, could he be trusted?
The captain exited the elevator, starting down the hall to their medical bay. Punching in the code to the door, he stepped in, finding Nosedive sitting beside the injuried person's bedside with a GameBoy in hand. A slight smile came across Wing's beak as he watched the younger duck play, taking in the crewdly cut blonde strands, tank top, and faded blue jeans.
"You're back early," the white drake stated while striding casually towards the bed, "Can I ask why you didn't come see me, lit' bro?"
A slight look of surprise crossed Dive's face, quickly covered by a wide grin. The GameBoy was abandoned, Wildwing finding himself with an armful of little brother.
"Wildwing!" said duck laughed in response to the cry of excitment. Nosedive pulled away, beginning to speak his reasons, "Sorry, big bro. I wanted to see ya' but I had to..."
"Whoa, slow down, Dive. You had to take care of our guest, I know," Wing rustled the blonde's hair, at which his hand was swatted away in irritation.
"Duke told ya'," Wing nodded and moved over to the bed.
The turtle's green skin had gained a little color, but not much, and his breathing was very shallow. Tanya had hooked a heart monitor and an IV to the turtle after wrapping him in white guaze and tape, making him look much like a mummy. Wildwing's attention turned to the turtle's gear on the bedside table, reaching over and picking up the belt. He found a couple of pockets along the inside of the leather, each containing something a little different. Wing layed the items out. Seven throwing stars, a small knife that was probably used more for carving then anything else, a pair of spikes with straps (1), and a device simular to a cell phone. The cell phone suddenly beeped, surprising both brothers, the older of the pair almost dropping the device. The phone flipped open, allowing a voice to be heard.
"Mikey? Michelangelo, are you there?" a female's voice called, "Mikey, please answer. Mike?"
"C'mon, bro. Pick up," another voice, a guy this time, called, "Mikey, if you don't ansa', I'm gonna...!"
"That's not helping, Raph," another guy's voice stated in the background.
Wildwing and Nosedive exchanged glances, the former lifting the device to his beak. "Hello?"
Silence was heard on the other end for a second then the last voice finally spoke up, "Who is this?"
"And what'd you do ta', Mikey?" 'Raph' demanded.
"My name is Wildwing. I'm captain of the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim, California..."
"And does this 'Mikey' happen to be a turtle, by any chance?" Wing blinked down at his little brother, who'd interrupted him. Nosedive grined up at him as his eyebrow raised.
"Dive..."
"Yeah, that's our brother," a new voice spoke up, "Where is he now?"
"He's been better, I'm sure," Wing returned softly while looked the turtle's injuries over, "He's in our infirmiry right now, hooked to an IV and heart monitor."
"Tanya said he lost a lot of blood, Wing, and all she could do was patch him up. It'd be a week before he'd even wake up," Nosedive explained, sitting back in his previous spot beside the medical bed. He looked up at his older brother with a sightly sorrowful look, "What if we can't help him, Wing? What if...?"
The phone forgotten, Wildwing wrapped a strong arm around his little brother and pulled him close. The blond held onto Wing's waist as he buried his face into his stomach. The phone was placed on the bed and the older duck ran his fingers through blond strands of hair in a comforting gesture.
"He'll be fine, Dive... Tanya won't let anything happen to him and neither will the rest of us," the captain soothed.
The concerned family on the other end of the communication device were silent as they listened, giving each other spare glances. They relaxed a little. Michelangelo was in good hands, it seemed.
"I TOLD you! I told you this was a bad idea, Seige. We should've just taken that turtle to Dragonus instead of leaving him here..."
"Oh, shut up, you moron," the larger reptile growled lowly.
The two lizards were standing in an abandoned alleyway, the smaller of the two beaming a flashlight along the ground. The beacon of light came to rest on a small puddle of brownish-red blood, showing that the fluid was drying.
"Someone got here already," Chameleon announced to the burly lizard behind him.
"WHAT!" Seige shoved Chameleon out of the way, "We have to find that turtle or Dragonus'll have our hides! I can't believe you came up with the stupid idea of..."
"My idea!" the smaller lizard pointed an accusing finger at Seige, "It was YOUR idea! I had nothing to do with AHH!"
The orange colored Saurian grabbed Chameleon by the back of the neck and lifted him up so they were face to face. Siege's free hand pulled out his laser pistol, cocking it and placing the barrel under the smaller lizard's chin. Said Saurian's eyes widened to an even greater size, his chin tilting up in a futile effort to get away from the the gun.
"Now what was that?"
Chameleon swallowed hard, giving Seige a sheepish grin, "It... was my idea to leave the turtle here...?"
"Good. Now who's gonna find 'im?"
The changling gulped again, seeing the hints of insanity in Seige's eyes. His mind running at almost an unbelievable speed, he went over the pros and cons of the situation and finally decided it might be better taking the blame then to see the end of a gun barrel as his last moments.
"Uh... me?"
"That's right..." Chameleon was suddenly thrown to the ground, "Now get on it!"
The youngest of the Saurians hurriedly scrambled to his feet, morphing into a human, and scurried away like a scolded dog. Seige simply snorted then teleported away. Neither one noticed the hiding figure by the dumpster that stepped from the shadows to reveal itself as Duke L'Orange. The gray drake looked after Chameleon before exiting the alleyway and entering Captain Comics.
Chapter 2
(1) That's the shukun spikes that the Turtles used in one of the first eps. The one where they were chasing the mouser Donny had repaired.
Ah... Chapter 2... I'm sorry for any spelling or grammer errors. I don't have a spell checker available at the moment. I hope that's not a problem... Anyway, the next chapter due up next in the Ducks' section. Later guys!
SV