Disclaimer~ I do not own the Mighty Ducks or anything remotely related to
them. Disney does, so please don't sue me. I'm not making anything off of
this either; it's purely for entertainment purposes.
Authors Note~ Hey to everyone! This site is filled with lots of Tanya/Wing fics so I decided to try to even out the score with one of my craptacular Mal/Wing fics! So to all u die-hard T/W fans out there.sorry! To all the Mal/Wing fans, Yay for us! Hehe newhos, um reviews are appreciated; though they aren't necessary. I know that it can be hard to review EVERY story u read so I guess I don't really care whether or not y'all review. Flames are appreciated too, as they will be used to satisfy my urge to burn things. I'm sorry, I'm a pyro (j/k!), although sharp and pointy objects are always fun too! ^____^
Dancing in the Rain
Chapter One
All Wildwing could see was mist. Although he was standing up straight he could see no walls, floor or ceiling. All he saw was an endless stretch of dark, gray mist. This place was oddly familiar, like he had been here before. Suddenly, he saw a bright flash of light. A female duck appeared out of the bright flash, and Wildwing instantly knew where he was. This was the dream. He knew this place because he had been here before, and the female duck was a very familiar sight. He knew who she was, he had seen her before, he knew what she was going to look like. Yet even though he had seen her before, he was still drawn to her. He became lost in the sight of her, his mind clouded up as he looked at her and examined her closely. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and clung tightly to her. It had an extremely low neckline and slits that went up to the tops of her thighs, exposing the sides of her legs. The back of her dress started at her waist, exposing her entire back. Her diamond necklace glimmered despite the lack of light, and her hair was pinned up in a tight French roll, although a few pieces fell out to hang next to her face. In a nutshell, she was gorgeous and Wildwing could not take his eyes off of her. Unafraid, he approached her. They gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and as beautiful as she looked, her eyes were burdened with sadness and pain. He wrapped his arms around her waist and her eyes became filled with joy. Wildwing bent down to kiss her, but suddenly a loud beeping noise sounded and everything went black.
"Damn it!" Wildwing cursed under his breath. "That's it I officially HATE my alarm clock. I'd rather be late to a thousand practices than be woken up from my dream again!"
Wildwing had been having this dream for a week straight. He didn't know why he had been having it either. He had to admit, he liked the girl duck in his dreams. Not only did he like her, he was in love with her. To him she was gorgeous, funny, and fun to be around. The only problem was, he knew that he couldn't have her. For starters, he was her leader. No one would approve of them going out, probably not even her.
"She probably doesn't even notice that I exist." He said
Wildwing knew what she thought of him. He was her leader, nothing more and nothing less. She just answered his commands, did what he told her to do. Going out with him would violate her lifestyle. He silently wished that he could tell her how he felt, but he knew that it would be pointless. All she would do was reject him.
It was just so unfair. It was unfair to her because he didn't want to put the responsibility of making someone so unhappy on her shoulders. It would be unfair for her to feel so.guilty. It was unfair to him too. All the girls he had ever liked had rejected and ridiculed him. He had always felt alone and unhappy, and the fact that he thought that she didn't like him made him feel miserable.
"I can always dream though." He sighed
Wildwing started to remember all the times that they had been together recently. He remembered when they defeated Dragaunus for the second time, they had paired up to go after the giant, red Saurian himself, and they had delivered the fatal blows to his severely crippled form. She was so excited that she had dropped all of her weapons and hugged him.
"She actually touched me." he thought
She had smiled as she hugged him. She really should smile more; he always thought that it made her look more beautiful than she already did. They just stood there in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity, not knowing what to say or do. Finally they broke apart, and she just beamed and flashed him one of her rare smiles. Then she grabbed her knife and chopped off one of Dragaunus's spikes from the crest on his head.
"A keepsake of this moment" was all she said.
Wildwing snapped out of his memories and realized that he needed to get a start on the day. He couldn't stop thinking about her though. Even as he was taking a shower he still remembered the times they had spent together. He began to reminisce on the party that they had thrown after they had defeated Dragaunus and the rest of his henchmen. They had stayed up later than everyone else just drinking, partying and having fun. She had been to drunk to walk back to her room by the time that they had decided to go to bed, so Wildwing carried her back to her room. She had fallen asleep immediately after Wildwing had secured the blankets over her. In a moment of weakness, Wildwing bent down and brushed a few strands of loose hair out of her face, and he leaned down and kissed her forehead and whispered goodnight to her. Wildwing once again snapped out of his memories and hopped out of the shower and got dressed. He read his clock,
"5:30, Thank goodness for being up early so I can have just a little bit of peace before everyone else gets up."
Yet even as he got ready to head out of his bedroom he gave one last sigh, as he thought about the one girl duck that he was so desperately in love with.
"Oh Mallory, why do you invade every corner of my mind? Why do I love you even when I know it will bring me nothing but pain?"
With that said, he headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Authors Note~ Hey to everyone! This site is filled with lots of Tanya/Wing fics so I decided to try to even out the score with one of my craptacular Mal/Wing fics! So to all u die-hard T/W fans out there.sorry! To all the Mal/Wing fans, Yay for us! Hehe newhos, um reviews are appreciated; though they aren't necessary. I know that it can be hard to review EVERY story u read so I guess I don't really care whether or not y'all review. Flames are appreciated too, as they will be used to satisfy my urge to burn things. I'm sorry, I'm a pyro (j/k!), although sharp and pointy objects are always fun too! ^____^
Dancing in the Rain
Chapter One
All Wildwing could see was mist. Although he was standing up straight he could see no walls, floor or ceiling. All he saw was an endless stretch of dark, gray mist. This place was oddly familiar, like he had been here before. Suddenly, he saw a bright flash of light. A female duck appeared out of the bright flash, and Wildwing instantly knew where he was. This was the dream. He knew this place because he had been here before, and the female duck was a very familiar sight. He knew who she was, he had seen her before, he knew what she was going to look like. Yet even though he had seen her before, he was still drawn to her. He became lost in the sight of her, his mind clouded up as he looked at her and examined her closely. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and clung tightly to her. It had an extremely low neckline and slits that went up to the tops of her thighs, exposing the sides of her legs. The back of her dress started at her waist, exposing her entire back. Her diamond necklace glimmered despite the lack of light, and her hair was pinned up in a tight French roll, although a few pieces fell out to hang next to her face. In a nutshell, she was gorgeous and Wildwing could not take his eyes off of her. Unafraid, he approached her. They gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and as beautiful as she looked, her eyes were burdened with sadness and pain. He wrapped his arms around her waist and her eyes became filled with joy. Wildwing bent down to kiss her, but suddenly a loud beeping noise sounded and everything went black.
"Damn it!" Wildwing cursed under his breath. "That's it I officially HATE my alarm clock. I'd rather be late to a thousand practices than be woken up from my dream again!"
Wildwing had been having this dream for a week straight. He didn't know why he had been having it either. He had to admit, he liked the girl duck in his dreams. Not only did he like her, he was in love with her. To him she was gorgeous, funny, and fun to be around. The only problem was, he knew that he couldn't have her. For starters, he was her leader. No one would approve of them going out, probably not even her.
"She probably doesn't even notice that I exist." He said
Wildwing knew what she thought of him. He was her leader, nothing more and nothing less. She just answered his commands, did what he told her to do. Going out with him would violate her lifestyle. He silently wished that he could tell her how he felt, but he knew that it would be pointless. All she would do was reject him.
It was just so unfair. It was unfair to her because he didn't want to put the responsibility of making someone so unhappy on her shoulders. It would be unfair for her to feel so.guilty. It was unfair to him too. All the girls he had ever liked had rejected and ridiculed him. He had always felt alone and unhappy, and the fact that he thought that she didn't like him made him feel miserable.
"I can always dream though." He sighed
Wildwing started to remember all the times that they had been together recently. He remembered when they defeated Dragaunus for the second time, they had paired up to go after the giant, red Saurian himself, and they had delivered the fatal blows to his severely crippled form. She was so excited that she had dropped all of her weapons and hugged him.
"She actually touched me." he thought
She had smiled as she hugged him. She really should smile more; he always thought that it made her look more beautiful than she already did. They just stood there in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity, not knowing what to say or do. Finally they broke apart, and she just beamed and flashed him one of her rare smiles. Then she grabbed her knife and chopped off one of Dragaunus's spikes from the crest on his head.
"A keepsake of this moment" was all she said.
Wildwing snapped out of his memories and realized that he needed to get a start on the day. He couldn't stop thinking about her though. Even as he was taking a shower he still remembered the times they had spent together. He began to reminisce on the party that they had thrown after they had defeated Dragaunus and the rest of his henchmen. They had stayed up later than everyone else just drinking, partying and having fun. She had been to drunk to walk back to her room by the time that they had decided to go to bed, so Wildwing carried her back to her room. She had fallen asleep immediately after Wildwing had secured the blankets over her. In a moment of weakness, Wildwing bent down and brushed a few strands of loose hair out of her face, and he leaned down and kissed her forehead and whispered goodnight to her. Wildwing once again snapped out of his memories and hopped out of the shower and got dressed. He read his clock,
"5:30, Thank goodness for being up early so I can have just a little bit of peace before everyone else gets up."
Yet even as he got ready to head out of his bedroom he gave one last sigh, as he thought about the one girl duck that he was so desperately in love with.
"Oh Mallory, why do you invade every corner of my mind? Why do I love you even when I know it will bring me nothing but pain?"
With that said, he headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast.