Danielle was helping a handicapped soldier out of the bathroom when the speaker in the Medical bay went off.

"Angelwing, report to the side entrance. Captain Thunderbeak and crew."

She silently gasped. Once Danielle got her patient in a wheelchair, then back into bed, she quickly went to the side entrance as she was told. Danielle found Canard had gotten a big gash in his abdomen.

"Bring him with me!" She ordered the two soldiers supporting their leader.

Canard rolled his eyes, even with a very pained expression imprinted on his face. "I'm fine, Angelwing-"

"Oh, are you?!" Danielle scoffed, walking quickly and leading the way for the two soldiers helping Canard. "I didn't realize that dripping blood all over the floor was fine now!"

The captain, already looking ready to argue, glanced behind him. Sure enough, fat droplets of blood trailed the hallway behind them.

"Oh," he simply replied, the rest of his argument disappearing in a flash.

He hissed when he was jolted suddenly, turning back to see that they had reached the medical bay. The soldiers holding him up had shifted, and were preparing to help Canard lie down on the beds Danielle was hovering near. "Please, help me take off his shirt and armor."

Once Canard was on the table, with his armor and shirt removed. Danielle tended to him. She cleaned the gash, disinfected it, and covered it up, snugly.

"What a relief.' The dolly said a while later, sweeping her hair back. ' The wound is not as bad as I feared. You'll be fine in a few days, but until then, don't over exert yourself. Keep from bending over or back as much as possible."

"What? No stitches?" Canard joked, reaching over to pull his shirt back on. Danielle, still cleaning up the trash nearby, shot him a glare.

The captain, successfully pulling the shirt on, looked at the large hole in it, where his gash was. The edges were soaked a deep red. "Guess this shirt isn't long for this world," he added.

Danielle slammed a drawer shut loudly, startling Canard. He looked up at her. "Something wrong, Angelwing?" he firmly asked, frowning at her.

She turned and crossed her arms at him. "You could have gotten seriously hurt, or worse Captain.' she cautiously explained. 'Shouldn't you be less ... happy about that?"

Slowly standing and grimacing at the pain in his side, Canard shrugged. "Heat of the battle, Angelwing. It's all adrenaline, anyways."

"What did happen, out there?" she asked, watching him.

"Our mission for the day was to blow up a Saurian Power Plant. Two of the more tougher Hunter Drones were guarding the front. I distracted them while the others carried out the mission."

"And you did that alone?"

"I knew what I was doing, for one thing. And I wasn't about to risk the others lives, for another thing."

Danielle sighed, dejectedly. "I guess so, but...I thought that's what a team's for. To have each others backs. You had their back, why didn't you let them have yours too?"

"I'm the Captain, Angelwing, that's not exactly how these things work." Canard gathered his vest and jacket into his arms. Danielle didn't back down. "Oh? And if Lieutenant McMallard decided to be the bait instead, would that make sense?"

The captain, having turned to leave, stopped and sighed. "Captains don't get the luxury of teammates, Danielle. It's my job to watch them, not the other way around."

Despite her best attempts to hide it, Danielle curled her hands in frustration. Canard, watching her, shrugged. "Thanks for the first aid, Angelwing," he said, ignoring her obvious hold back of anger. He walked towards the exit.

She let out a long sigh, turning away from him angrily. "I'm sure next time will be casket preparations, you stubborn fool," she said to herself.

Canard stopped and jerked around. He looked very cross. "Excuse me?"

Danielle's blood ran cold. He heard her? She turned around, looking absolutely mortified. "Oh. S-sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have said that. But I-I..."

"You're right, you shouldn't have said that," he agreed sternly. "Keep in mind, Angelwing, that even though you are a civilian, that doesn't give you the right to disregard ranks around here."

Danielle, bowing her head and staring at the ground, timidly nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." She cautiously looked up. "I'm just worried about-about your safety."

The admission was shy, and Canard found his anger dissipating as he watched her. "I know what I'm doing," he repeated, "and if you're going to talk about teamwork, Angelwing, trust should be a vital component of that."

She was silent, her eyes wide as she looked at him. Eventually she nodded in understanding.

"Yes sir. I understand but-"

"'But', nothing."

Danielle growled in frustration. How can she make him understand? It was very clear that she couldn't. And the Captain certainly wasn't going to change his mind. She just decided to drop it, and turned away.

"This is stupid!' The dolly snipped. 'Forget it! Forget that I ever opened my beak!"

Seeing Danielle's sudden shift in attitude, Canard raised a brow in her direction. "Angelwing-?"

"Good night, Captain," the medic interrupted with forced politeness. "Please keep your bandages dry and come get them changed tomorrow."

The female duck resumed her cleaning of the medical bay and, to distract herself, was purposefully noisy. Canard watched her, perplexed, but eventually shrugged off her actions again. "Good night, Angelwing."

He turned and left the medical bay, allowing Danielle to stop in her distracting actions. She looked up at the now-empty doorway and sighed. Danielle felt awful, she must have sounded like a bully. But why did she sound that way? "Sounds like he doesn't trust you.' A voice taunted in her mind. It was the same voice she heard after her first fight with Canard. 'But can you blame him?"

Danielle shook out the voice and resumed work, trying to convince herself it was nothing. And yet..."What's wrong with me?"

The next afternoon, Danielle was bringing some supplies from the storage bay when she saw Canard talking to Thom and Marcel.

"-be back in five hours, tops."

"Captain, I would like to advise against this." Thom interjected.

"Why?"

"Are you zonked out?' Marcel replied. ' After that nasty scar you got, Danielle won't be happy about this."

The three looked up to see Danielle staring at them, a box of medical supplies in her arms. "Happy about what, sirs?" she asked cautiously.

"Nothing, Angelwing," Canard said, while at the same time Marcel blurted out, "Another upcoming mission."

Canard glared at the outspoken twin.