A/N: Finally a new idea breaks! I've got two new stories I'm working on plus chapters I'm working on for my other stories ^_^;. The only thing that's made me do it is some e-mails like kicks in the head. Hint to you all if you want more chapters just send me a politely vengeful e-mail ;).

Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks. So if you want new episodes you can bug them not me.

1 It's all in your head

By: Prince Tyler Briefs

Nosedive blinked a few times in the brilliant sun. Wait a minute, sunshine? But it should be late at night! And even if it wasn't he should at least be inside, on the right PLANET! But he wasn't in his bed at the pond and he wasn't on earth either. He was on Puckworld, in the summer. The weather was mild, the streets not covered in a thick layer of ice and snow. Still, if you went outside you would need a jacket. He was looking at a two story plain white house on a small side street, and it seemed like he was looking through a white haze. Everything was brighter then it should be, and somewhat disoriented.

"Toto I think I need to have my brain checked." Nosedive muttered to himself. From far away, like coming from the bottom of a lake, he heard child like laughter. A small duck with beige feathers was running up the street. He had on a too big teal shirt and baggy blue jeans. He stopped infront of Nosedive and beckoned to him.

"Dive come on! We're going to be late for dinner!" Nosedive shook his head. Nobody but Wildwing ever called him just Dive if they called him anything. But against his will his body moved toward the boy and ran up the steps to the house. The boy opened the door and walked inside laughing, obviously excepting Nosedive to follow him. Nosedive peered around the front door, and to his left he could see a dining room. Inside a duck, build like Wildwing but with short blonde hair, was setting the table. He turned to the door and smiled at Nosedive.

"Come on in son. Mom's almost got dinner ready, and Wildwing won't wait for you!" The boy laughed happily.

"I won't let my dinner get cold!" A female duck with long black hair stepped out from a door across the room, a hot casserole dish clasped firmly in her hands.

"Who's hungry?" She chirped happily.

'This can't be real!' Nosedive thought. 'These are my parents! They died years ago when I was a little duckling. It can't be real but…'

"You want it to be." A voice whispered in Nosedive's ear. He tore his eyes from the happy family scene and looked for its source. There was no one there.

"I know what you want Nosedive Flashblade, and I know what you are not. And you are not ready for your destiny." This time the voice came from his other side and when he turned to look there seemed to be a shimmer in the air but it disappeared quickly. The voice, however, did not.

"I know what you fear. I know you're desires. I know how to destroy you. You know what I want. Give it to me." Nosedive shivered. The voice was cruel, hard, and dark yet soft as silk at the same time.

"I don't know what you want! Tell me."

"You know. You know I want what you cannot give. And I want it now!" The voice echoed through his head and the world he'd seen went completely black. He was left utterly and completely alone.


Nosedive woke up screaming for his brother, for someone, to come save him. He looked at himself drenched in a heavy sweat. He, his pajama's, his pillow, and his sheets were soaked with it. He put his hand on his forehead and leaned his elbow onto his knee. Oh how he HATED nightmares! Wildwing was still sleeping soundly from his bed across the room, and no one came rushing to the door. If he really had screamed aloud it hadn't been loud enough to wake the other exhausted ducks. He leaned back onto his pillow with a heavy sigh.

"What was that?" He asked the thick, velvety, darkness. "Was it a dream? A memory? Some twisted delusion of my brain?" Deciding on the latter he got up to grab a cool drink from the fridge. He walked down the hall, turning on no lights, and into the dark kitchen. He felt his way to the fridge, not bothering with the light switch Tanya seemed to have hidden so that it could not be found by a sleepy midnight snacker. When he opened the fridge the little light didn't click on.

"Odd." Was all he could bring himself to say, but a sudden fear seized his chest. Someone, or something, was watching him from the dark. He could hear light foot steps, and feel moist breathing on the back of his neck.

"Jeffery I thought I told you to stay out of the fridge at night."

"Jeffery? Who's Jeffery?"

"Don't play games with me Jeffery. You know better then to sneak around at night. Someone might get hurt." The sudden stench of alcohol chocked the air, and he found it hard to breath. A heavy blow struck him in the back of the head from the darkness and he stumbled to the floor, crying out in pain. Several sharp blows caressed his back, and his vision swam.

"Get up Jeffery! Take your punishment like a man!"


"Jeffery! Jeffery!" The rough voice suddenly changed to a more familiar one. One that wasn't sluggish with drugs and one that wasn't filled with undeserved anger. It was Duke, and he had Nosedive by the shoulders, shaking him gently. "Nosedive! Nosedive!"


"You okay kid? You must have slept walked in here. I heard you clattering around and came to investigate." Duke looked somewhat embarrassed as he spoke the next part. "When I turned on the light you were lying on the floor twitching and yelling in a muffled sort of way. I thought you were having a seizure or something. You scared me to death kid! Some dream eh?" Nosedive was suddenly aware of his surroundings. The kitchen light was on, and the refrigerator door was open, it's little light burning brightly. A chair was over turned and Duke's saber lay discarded by the door as if he'd dropped it. Nosedive blinked several times, trying to understand what had happened. That, for sure, had not been a dream! No dream ever hurt like that! It had been real, and the pain was still intense. He turned a frightened face up to Duke's.

"You didn't see anyone in here did you? A man with a broom or anything like that?" Duke blinked at him, confusion etching all his features.

"No when I got here there was no one here but you. And if anyone was here I would have passed him in the hallway."

"No because he was hitting me right before you came and…" Nosedive pressed his palms against his eyes. "Oh I don't know. It doesn't make any sense! But it wasn't a dream, it hurts to much to be a dream." Duke looked at him with a mixture of concern and worry.

"Lets get you back to bed kid, okay?"

"Sure." But later as Nosedive lay once more in darkness he began to wonder what had happened. Had he finally lost it? Even as his mind raced he was consumed by darkness and fell into a deep sleep.