Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Ducks or Sweet Home Alabama. I don't even own a handful of sentences. I changed some of the names of the characters from Sweet Home Alabama. The only thing I own is Colleen.
A/N: I wrote this for fun. I wanted to see how the characters of The Mighty Ducks would act in a Sweet Home Alabama situation and I got this.
Connie hated getting up early, she hated the two foot snow she was now walking in, and right now she hated Guy Germaine for waking her up and making her follow him to wherever he was going.
"Guy, where are you taking me?" Connie asked pulling her jacket closed. Guy was now way ahead of her. "Guy!"
"Come on!" Guy went back and pulled her behind him.
"I'm going to get in trouble if we don't go back soon! My mom is going to kill me." Connie said looking over her shoulder behind her.
"We're only going to the pond, you won't get in trouble." Guy reassured her.
"Why, are we going to the pond? We didn't bring our skates!" Connie gasped when she saw the frozen pond. "Guy?"
"It took me, along time to make." He admitted. They stared at his art. It was of tree branches, old hockey sticks, snow, hockey pucks and other bits and ends. It said, 'Guy & Connie forever'. "Do you like it?"
"How could I not?" She asked, somewhat offended. "I'm not a cow." Guy smirked.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Guy, answer me!" Connie demanded, Guy didn't respond; he kissed her.
"Connie, will you marry me?" Guy asked as they started to go home.
"Guy Germaine, I'm ten years old. I've got too much to live for." Connie stated. 'She's so stubborn and independent, and I will marry her one day.' Guy thought to himself. "Besides, why would you want to marry me, anyways?"
"So, I can kiss you anytime I want." Guy told her, as they walked in front of his house.
"You do that anyways!" She kissed him on the cheek, and then said, "Later Guy." She started walking to her house.
Connie opened her eyes and realized she was in her office. Staring at her was her friend Lola Wadmore.
"Why'd you let me sleep?" Connie asked making sure she didn't have any drool on her face.
"You were only asleep for ten minutes, and besides you've been working hard on the book." Lola explained, handing Connie a cup of coffee. "Did you at least dream of something good?"
Connie sighed. "Uh huh." She sipped on the coffee. "Shouldn't we go get ready for the signing?"
"Hon, the signing isn't for another two hours." Lola said. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong. I guess I am just pushing myself too hard." Connie replied. "Hey, I have nothing to do till the signing, how about we go shopping?"
"Sure! Let me just ask my boss!" Lola's face let up. "Hey, boss can I go on break early?"
Connie laughed and shook her head then drug Lola out of the office.
An hour and twenty minutes later, the two entered the local book store. Connie expected there to be people there waiting for her to sign their copies of her book, "The Fighting Piranhas: The Untold Story" however she did not expect there to be as many people as there were.
After signing what had to be easily fifty books, and greeting the people the book store was ready to close.
"Hey Connie, you have a fan." Lola laughed, pointing to the man entering the store.
"He asked me to go with him to his mom's fundraiser thing in London for some cause or something which will help her win the election." Connie told her.
"You're so lucky." Lola sighed dreamily. She then went over and helped the store's owner clean up.
"Hi, Mark! We just finished everything here." Connie said, kissing him.
"Connie, do you remember that this is the book store that we met at?" Mark asked her. He nervously combed his dark brown hair with his hand.
Connie looked at him funny. "Yes, and it's my favorite because of that." Mark pulled her over to the exact spot they met. He kneeled down and pulled out a small box from his jacket pocket.
"Connie Banks, will you marry me?" Mark asked looking into her eyes.
"Mark, are you sure you want to marry me? I mean one hundred percent positive?" Connie had to make sure he wanted to marry her. She just had too.
"It's been ten months, I'm sure."
"Yes!" Connie exclaimed smiling.
"Now, we just have to tell my mother." Mark said to himself as he hugged Connie tightly.
That night at the Hennings mansion after dinner Mark stood up and his mother and Connie looked at him.
"Alright I have something I want to announce," Mark started to say.
"You're not doing this now are you?" Connie hissed at him. She could not let his mom find out. If she found out the press would, and if the press did it would be chaos.
"Yes, why not?" Mark asked her, as his mother shot Connie an extremely annoyed look.
"Please excuse us." Connie said, as she pushed back her chair and then grabbed Mark. She took him into the hall. "Can we just wait a few days? With your mother being mayor, you being involved in politics with your mom, and me being a writer, it'll be on the first page of every newspaper and tabloid. I want to tell my family in person, I want to go there."
"Hey, I know why don't I come with? I haven't met your parents yet." Mark suggested. Connie shook her head. "I'm going to have to meet them sometime, you know."
"I know, but I have some things I need to do." Connie told him honestly. "I just need to go by myself."
"Please tell me, that he wasn't about to say they're engaged." Mayor Candace Hennings groaned to no one in particular. "I think I did notice a ring on her finger."
"Are you two alright?" Ms. Hennings asked as the couple walked back into the dining room.
"Everything's fine, mother." Mark reassured her.
"Connie, dear I heard you had a signing for your book, 'The Flying Pidgins: The Told Story' how did that go?" Candace inquired, stretching her neck to get a better look at Connie's ring finger.
Connie frowned, "its 'The Fighting Piranhas: The Untold Story' actually, and yes I did." She corrected her.
"Oh, right sorry. From what I hear it's well written, readers feel like they are on the ice playing hockey when they read it. Is it non-fiction?" Candace Hennings honestly couldn't give a crap about whether it was fiction or non-fiction she just kept the conversation going to keep her son happy.
"It's based on a group of kids I used to watch when I was little. They were fun to watch, and I was fascinated with them." Connie lied.
"Oh, I see. I'll have to read it sometime."
"Mom, we must be going." Mark said getting up from his chair. The Mayor nodded, also getting up. She walked Mark and Connie to the door.
"Connie, is that a ring on your finger?" She grabbed Connie's hand and gasped, "You're engaged!" Candace immediately hugged Connie.
"We wanted to wait a few days, before we told people." Mark said, mouthing 'I'm so sorry' to Connie. When Mark and Connie left Candace cringed. Candace went to the phone and called her friend, Barry Bernstein.
"Barry, its Candace Hennings. I need you to find out everything you can about a Connie Banks of Edina, Minnesota. Can you do that?" Candace impatiently tapped her fingers on the table.
"Alright thank you."