Author's Note: This story takes place shortly after the events
shown in "Monster Rally."
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"Home is where the heart is."
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Pieces of Home
'Some vacation.'
Wildwing let his head drop back against the headrest as his
eyes drifted shut. He was tired, he was worn out, and he was
coming down off a serious adrenaline high. He was ready to
crash. They wouldn't be back in Anaheim for almost another
hour, maybe he could catch some sleep.
Beside him Dive shifted, already almost half asleep, then
quieted and settled back into his seat. Wildwing listened
quietly, making sure that he was settled, before letting his
thoughts drift off again.
He'd been looking forward to this trip for a while. After two
months of non-stop action and confrontations, the idea of
taking time off had been extremely appealing. A trip south to
show off the Migrator at a car show had seemed like a safe
way of taking a couple days off.
'If we only knew,' Wildwing thought dryly. 'Relaxing is not
how I would describe this day.'
A psychotic mutant cat, angry at them for disrupting his
criminal plans, had decided to eliminate them by sending some
souped-up, super-powered, over-armed monster trucks after
them. It had almost succeeded too, Mallory and Grin had
gotten away, tried to go for safety, but Wing and Dive had
been caught by the mutants and nearly killed before Mallory
and Grin had returned and rescued them. Wildwing had only
managed to free Nosedive before things got out of control, and
then Dive had nearly died when he refused to leave Wildwing
behind. Wildwing had been torn between fear and fury, scared
almost to death at the idea that Dive would get himself killed
trying to keep Wing alive.
Wildwing fought down a sudden shudder as he remembered
the fear he'd felt at that moment. There hadn't been time to
think about anything then, about what had almost happened
and why, with all the trouble of going after Daddy-O --
'Daddy-O? Puh-lease' - and his friends, and now that he finally
could set back and allow it all to process he suddenly realized
just how scared he had been.
'I wish you wouldn't scare me like that,' he thought fervently,
as if Dive could hear him. 'It's not worth it, bro. Don't ever
think it is.' The idea that one day Dive could be hurt or - 'stars
no, please no' - killed because of Wildwing was one that Wing
could not, would not accept. It couldn't happen and that was
simply it.
The Migrator hit a rut in the road and bounced slightly. Dive's
head slammed against Wing's shoulder, and the younger man
grumbled slightly, but didn't stir. Wildwing opened tired eyes
just long enough to see that Dive hadn't been awakened before
allowing his eyes to drift shut again. The Migrator continued to
bounce as the road they were on began to get progressively
worse. Wing could feel Dive slipping forward out of the seat
with each new bounce. He wrapped an arm around his
brother's shoulders and braced him against his side, effectively
keeping him from slipping further. Dive mumbled something
beneath his breath and curled against Wing's side, never
awakening.
'What am I going to do with you?' Wildwing wondered fondly.
'Someday you're going to give me a heart attack with the stunts
you pull. Not that I'd have it any other way. Just please try to
be more careful. I don't think I could take it if something
happened to you.'
It was something he'd always known; losing Dive was probably
the one thing he could not handle. It was a fact Wildwing had
learned early in his life, when a serious of neglectful foster
parents had resulted in Dive's being nearly beaten to death.
They had been separated for a year, and every day had been
torture for Wildwing, as he wondered what had become of his
younger brother. The same lesson had been reinforced when
the Saurians came and they had again been separated. It had
been months before they were once again reunited, and several
more weeks more before Canard had freed them from the work
camp and offered them sanctuary within the resistance.
Wildwing had spent three months alone in the camps
considering the pros and cons of suicide versus being worked
to death half seriously. Then the mine on the outskirts of the
Metropolis had suffered an explosion, costing more than a
hundred lives, and the survivors had been brought into the
same camp Wildwing had been kept in. A coincidence that had
in all likely hood saved his life when he realized that Nosedive
was amongst the survivors. Three weeks later Canard had
come for them.
Today he had faced the same fear he had felt at that foster
home, the same fear as when he was in the camp. Only simpler.
Today, if Nosedive dies, then it meant he was dead too, and
that had been somewhat easier to take.
'I'm a selfish idiot aren't I?' he thought. 'It would be so much
easier if I didn't have to stay behind. That's what I'm most
afraid of, you know. Your dying scares me, kills me, but
staying behind with you gone - that would destroy me.'
Nosedive would kill him for thinking that, but Wildwing
couldn't help it. He'd faced life without his brother before, and
he didn't care to face it again.
Selfish was the only word Wildwing could think of to describe
that - it wasn't he knew, but that's how it seemed at times like
this. Selfish that he would do anything, give anything, to keep
from losing the only thing he had left. Selfish, that he would
refuse Dive the right to do the same.
'Idiot,' he thought at the warm weight settled against his side.
'You're not supposed to risk your life for me. That's my job.
What would be the point if you ever died for me?'
‘Talk about a double standard,’ he mused thoughtfully. 'You
mean so much to me, that I almost hope I don't mean as much
to you. How's that for weird?'
"Aren't they cute?" Duke murmured softly. Mallory laughed
softly in response and said something too low for Wing to
catch it. He debated over taking the time and energy to open
his eyes and glare at them, but decided he was happy where he
was. Duke didn't mean anything by it and Wildwing could
afford to put up with some mild teasing they probably didn't
even know he had heard. Besides, they were safe.
Safe. How long had it been since he had known someone 'safe?'
There had been Mitchi, their caseworker. Later there had been
the McDrakes - not for a long time had they earned Wildwing's
trust though. And Canard. His sisters, later on.
That was pretty much it.
Trust still came hard for Wildwing, the true trust that meant so
much. He had had friends and acquaintances, but aside from
those few above, he had never trusted anyone with his life,
with Dive's life. Even Mitchi had been taken off the list when
she placed them with the Featheringstons and Dive had been
hurt.
Now there was Duke. And, to somewhat lesser degrees, Grin,
Tanya and Mallory. Wildwing wasn't sure exactly when it had
happened, but it had been brought home to him today - when
Mallory and Grin had risked capture and death to comeback
for them, when Duke and Tanya had arrived just in the nick of
time, the proverbial cavalry, and he hadn't been surprised to see
any of them. His lack of surprise had been unexpected. He was
so used to not counting on anyone... And then he had left Dive
behind with Grin while he and the others went after Daddy-O.
When was the last time he had trusted someone else to keep
Dive safe? Canard had barely earned that honor and Wildwing
had known him for ten years.
'Stars,' Wildwing mused. 'I'm actually starting to trust people.
Next thing you know I'll stop being a paranoid, overprotective
control freak.'
Wildwing had the distinct feeling that if Nosedive had heard
that thought, he would have laughed in his face.
'Okay, so maybe not,' he conceded. 'Got to hang on to a few
neuroses, hmmm?'
So he trusted his teammates. That was hardly a bad thing, even
if it was a little unexpected. The kind of lives they led, trust
was essential, and truth of the matter was, Wildwing's lack of
the above had probably caused its fair share of problems. Now
that he knew better maybe things between them all could
change for the better.
Something caught at the back of his mind. 'The bond that links
your true family is not one of blood, but one of respect and joy
in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up
under one roof.'
Is that it? Family?
'Well d***,' Wildwing thought with dry humor. 'Figures,
doesn't it?' he thought toward the still form beside him. 'We
spent half our lives looking for a family, when all we had to do
was get catapulted into
another universe. Wish I'd known *that* seventeen years ago.
Might have saved us a lot of grief.'
D***ed if he didn't like the idea. He wondered for a moment
what the others would think if he should ever share this little
revelation with them. Mallory would launch instant rebellion
and Duke would probably
enjoy playing big brother *way* too much. Eh. He didn't really
want to share this with anyone, anyway. Except Dive.
Assuming, of course, that he still remembered all this once he
woke up.
'I have a feeling I will,' he thought. And he was glad of it.
End