HALLO! Recently, I've gotten rehooked on watching the old "Mighty Ducks" cartoons from my childhood. After reading a few fanfics, I decided to come up with one! I hope everyone likes it since it's my first MD:TAS fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks cartoon, the Da Vinci Code book or the Matrix. If I did own any or one, I'd be rich

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The doors 'whooshed' open to the rec room of the Pond. Duke looked up from his book, "The Da Vinci Code", Mallory from the puck blaster that she was refilling with ammo, Tanya from the newest…creation that she was working on with her Omnitool at the table in the middle of the couches, and Wildwing from (what looked like) a map layout of the ice rink above their headquarters that had several different marks on it. Grin stayed in his "little meditation spot", undisturbed as Nosedive came in.

"How was that weird sci-fi flick that you wanted to go see?" Mallory asked, going back to her ammo for her blaster.

Nosedive shrugged. "Meh," he merely uttered. "Wasn't that great. Thrash and Mookie said it was supposed to be awesome, but I didn't get it." He sat in an unoccupied chair, a frown on his face.

"Not all movies are supposed to be great kid," Duke merely told him, going back to his book. "What did you go see anyway?"

"The Matrix. The theaters around here were apparently re-releasing it for the weekend," Nosedive said.

"Oh well, at least it wasn't, you know, a total loss," Tanya said, lifting up her newest creation. "Wanna help me with this? It's a new kind of puck blaster." Nosedive just shook his head. "I think I'm just gonna go to bed," he answered, rising from his seat and walking out.

The other ducks all looked at each other, even Grin, after the youngest had walked out. "Nosedive tired this early?" Mallory asked, stunned. "It's only 10! He's usually bugging us to do DuCaine only knows what on the weekends."

"When we don't have games anyway," Duke said, closing his book and placing it on the table next to Tanya's invention. "Wonder what's wrong with the kid?"

"Our little friend has a clouded aura," Grin simply said, rising. "Something must be troubling him."

The others looked at Wildwing. "I'm sure it's nothing," the leader said. "I'll ask him before I go to bed tonight, but I'm sure that it just has to do with him being disappointed in the movie."

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Nosedive had climbed up into his bunk, facing the wall, curled up somewhat, exhausted, and his side killing him. He wasn't exactly sure when the pain had started (at least, he wasn't sure anymore) but Dive did know that he hadn't felt that great for at least the last three days. But he had managed the days out, not bothering the others because it probably wasn't a huge deal. If it was, he'd deal with it later. And the others had always claimed that he "bounced back fast" from injuries, so maybe if he gave it another day or two-

Suddenly, he heard the door to his and Wing's room swoosh open and close. After a few moments, he felt a soft poke to his back. "Hey Dive, you awake?"

Nosedive turned over to come face-to-face his brother. "Yeah, what's up?" he asked tiredly. "Are you feeling alright?" Wildwing softly asked, face full of concern. "You don't sound too hot."

It was times like these, when Wildwing had the mask off for the night or everyone was gone, that Nosedive felt he couldn't lie to his older brother.

Unfortunately, right now was not one of those times.

"I'm okay, I'm just tired," Nosedive lied. He hated to lie to Wing, but he didn't want to bug him about something that might go away soon.

"Are you sure?"

"…yeah."

Wildwing sighed. "Alright, sleep tight. Just remember that we've got practice in the morning."

"Will do," Nosedive answered as he rolled back over. He heard Wildwing rustling around the room for a few minutes, probably looking for some old pajamas, then crawl into the bunk below. "Night Dive."

"Night Wing."

And for a long time after that, Nosedive had a hard time going to sleep. The last thing he remembered was seeing the alarm clock across the room reading 3:27 AM before he finally passed out.

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"Hey, wake up!"

Nosedive felt a sharp poke in the middle of his back. He winced slightly, because his side felt worse than it had the night before. More to that, his back was bothering him. He moaned before he rolled over to face whoever was waking him up. "What?"

Duke was the one Nosedive was facing when his vision finally focused. "Whoa, kid, are you alright? You look terrible," the ex-thief said. The teenager in question sat up a little. "I'm fine, just need to wake up," he answered.

Duke could tell that something was up, but he decided to let it go. "Alright, if you say so kid." He shrugged. "If that's the case, I'm supposed to make sure you get up and get to the rink. Wildwing says he's got an idea for a new play and he needs you up there."

The former jewel bandit moved from the ladder that led to the top bunk so that Nosedive could get down. The teen slid down the short ladder, the pain in his side throbbing. "Everyone else already up there?" asked Nosedive, as he tried to quickly grab some clothes. "Well, the play that Wing came up with mainly involves you because of your position as right wing on the ice," Duke told him, turning his back so that the younger one could get dressed. "So he's gonna have you go up against Tanya since she helped him a bit with the play idea. Mallory, Grin, and I are just gonna watch this round."

Nosedive just listened as he got dressed. When he was finished, he tapped Duke on the shoulder. "Do I need my gear?" he asked as the two walked out from Nosedive and Wildwing's room so they could head up to the locker room above.

"From what I know, all you'll need is your skates and a stick," Duke said as they made their way to the elevator that would take them to the rink. "From what I've seen, it's not too hard a play-"

But Nosedive wasn't really listening. He was freezing, which was odd because they hadn't even gotten to the locker room yet. Heck, they were still in the elevator! He felt like he was being stabbed in the stomach, and he wasn't sure he would be able to do whatever Wildwing had in store. But he managed to make it to his own locker when the older drake and himself had made it to the locker room and pull out his skates.

Duke watched as the kid sat down on a bench to tie up his skates. "Hey kid, I'm gonna go tell Wing that your coming, alright?" Nosedive just nodded as Duke left the locker room…

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Duke skated over to the fearless leader, who was waiting in front of one of the goals, talking to Tanya about the play he had come up with. "The kid's on his way," Duke said, stopping in front of the two. "But I don't think he's up to par."

"He did look, well, pretty bad when he, uhm, you know, came in last night," Tanya said, finger scratching her chin. She looked at Wildwing. "Do we go along with what you had planned for practice?"

Wildwing sighed. "I guess so," he said, adjusting one of his gloves. "He hasn't admitted to anything yet, so he probably won't if we pressure him-"

The trio looked over to the rink entrance when they heard another pair of skates suddenly come onto the ice, indicating that Nosedive was now on the rink. Duke and Tanya then looked to Wildwing. "Keep an eye on him," the leader told them. "If something happens, I want you guys close by."

The other two nodded, Duke heading back towards where Grin and Mallory were in the stands and Tanya to tell Nosedive of the play. Wildwing watched his brother with concern, straightening the de-activated mask of Drake DuCaine on his bill. I hope he's alright, the leader thought, getting ready for Tanya and Nosedive.

Tanya had just finished telling the younger mallard the play that she and Wildwing had come up with over the past week or so as Duke managed to make his way to the others in the stands. Mallory looked to Duke as he sat down on her left. "So? How is he?" she asked, genuinely concerned after the previous night and seeing his entrance this morning. Duke merely shook his head. "I dunno what's bothering the kid, but he looks sick," he answered. "He looked terrible when I got him out of bed."

"His aura remains the same," Grin said cryptically. "Perhaps, worsened somehow." Mallory looked to Grin as he said this, not getting a good feeling. "Maybe he'll be okay after practice," she suggested, looking back down at the ice rink. The three remained silent as they watched Tanya demonstrate the play, then as she went to her position that she would be taking to work out the new play. Wildwing dropped a puck onto the ice, then hit it to Tanya, who hit it to Nosedive so that they could begin. The youngest stopped the puck, but he wobbled a little. He took a deep breath, cursing himself when his side began pulsating with more pain. Nosedive then started the play, heading towards the goal that his brother was at. However, he hadn't gone more than a few feet when he suddenly fell to his knees, hockey stick on the ice, arms around his stomach.

"Nosedive!" everyone called out, Tanya and Wildwing skating to the youngest as the others ran down the stand stairs as best as they could with their own skates on. Wildwing threw off the mask, dropped his own hockey stick, and quickly removed his gloves when he got to his brother, straightening him up on his knees. The others had reached his side by the time Tanya had her Omnitool out, using it to check Nosedive's temperature. "What happened?!" Mallory exclaimed, wondering what caused the younger duck to just crumple over. "What's wrong Dive?" Wildwing asked, holding his brother upright.

"We need to get him down to the Infirmary now," Tanya said, reading her Omnitool. "He's got a fever of, well, 101."

Nosedive just looked up at Wildwing, his eyes beginning to glaze over a bit. "Dive?" the older mallard asked, wondering if his brother was even coherent anymore. The kid stared at him, uttering something that no one but Wildwing could hear, then passed out.

"NOSEDIVE!"