My first FanFiction :) I hope you like it! Disclaimer- I own nothing but Lily.

The Incident

Lillian took a shaky breath. Even though she lived on the ice, her face tingled with coldness. She got into position at the center of the ice. Her opponent was bigger than her, way bigger. After all, being the only girl on her team, she was used to big guys, but this one by far was the biggest. She looked up to him. His dark eyes peered from inside the mask.

"You're goin' down, Ice Princess." His voice was low and mean. She disliked it when the guys called her a girly name on the ice. She scowled, and when the puck dropped from the refs hand, she was gone. The puck flew behind her to her team mate Kyle, and they raced to the other side. The puck was then taken by the big dude on center ice, Lily didn't care, she went at him with such force, he dropped to the ground, giving her the chance to turn back around and score for her team.

The boy was up, off the ground standing there like an idiot, she took her helmet off, revealing her long blonde hair. "That's for calling me 'Princess,' Pansy." The look on his face clearly spoke for itself, he didn't know that she was a girl.
She skated back over to her team, while they did a line change. She took a couple swigs of water, when her dad, Charlie Conway showed up behind her.

"Lil, that was a great hit. Good come back." He smiled.
Taking a deep breath, she smiled and said, "Thanks Dad." Her dad was the best in the world, he taught her everything, even school. Hockey was her and her dads life, even her mothers, until she had Lily, then it was all about family. Her dad was on a Minor Travel Hockey team, and she and her mom traveled with him.
Her coach had walked up to her, grinning like he never had before. "Conway, that was a good play, and we needed that. This is one of the best teams in the league. Most of them are on a peewee travel hockey team, and you've just beat out their best player." His words, 'best player' ran through her mind. That made her nervous. She shook her head as she focused on the game.

They were now tied. A championship game cannot end with a tie. Her coach called a line change, the last one. "Now or Never," she spoke quietly to herself. She wasn't center this time, but the puck was past to her. She darted like a bullet down the line. That's when things got difficult. She took a deep breath. Two of the opposing team's biggest guys chased her. They didn't necessarily block her, but when an opening came she took her chance. The puck slid under their feet, and was taken by Kyle.

She slid through the opening so fast, Kyle flew the puck back to her, the two big guys on her tail now. She faked the goalie as she flew around the back of the net. The closest gap she got, she took it. As the last bell dinged, stating that the shot had been made, the buzzer went off. The game was over. The one guy on the opposing team raged with anger. She debated whether or not to take her helmet off. He was to her back, and when she decided to take it off, she dropped it. She was going to celebrate with her team. A mistake.

She was by the wall now, looking at the crowd as she skated around. Her first Championship win. The last thing she saw was her dads cheeky grin, jumping up and down. Then she was hit with such force, her head hit the glass, shattering it. The wall crumpled down as she fell and everything went black.

Charlie Conway's mind was racing. He jumped over bleachers and a few people as well. "Lily!" He yelled over the gasps. Several people were on the phone now. He finally made it to the crowd of people, shoving them away. He received a few complaints, but he didn't care. His daughter lied there, glass in her face, blood was everywhere. The coach kneeled down over his star player. All her teammates rushed over.

"Don't worry, Charlie, the ambulance is on their way." His voice low and soft. Charlie grabbed his daughters hand. He brushed away some of the glass on her face, with his other hand. Coach Krill checked her pulse. "She's still here, don't worry Charlie, your girl is a tough one, she can do it." Her mother, Julie stood above her with tears in her eyes.

"Come on Lil, open your eyes." Charlie whispered under his breath. Nothing. Zip. Nada.
The ambulance finally arrived, and put her on a stretcher, the young man, who knocked her over was sitting with his father over near security, while the police asked his coach some questions. The young man went by the name of Silas Johnson, the age of 13 years old, and had a full scholarship to a major private school the next year, that is until now. The tears filled up in the boys eyes. He couldn't believe what he had done.

They loaded Lily in the ambulance and Charlie climbed in. Julie told him that she was following behind in the truck, and that she would meet him at the hospital. The last thing he saw before the doors of the ambulance had closed, was Silas Johnson and his coach both being put into the back of a police car, being taken into custody.

Two weeks had gone by, and the results were horrific already. Lily Conway still hadn't woken up yet. Her body condition was not the best with a broken arm, displaced hip, and a broken ankle. The boy and his coach had planned it. Charlie had suspected, but he knew the boy had doubted his doing, but it didn't matter, he did it anyway.

Charlie was there, at her side almost 24/7, unless Julie had told him to go get something to eat, or go to the restroom, or at least go home and take a shower. No matter what, he would always come back, to sit in that same seat right by her side.
He had always had that strong bond with his daughter. At first when the doctor had told the young, newly wedded couple that they would be expecting a girl, he was a little weary, because he didn't know how she would turn out. He was never good when it came to girls, but when Lily was three years old, she ran to her father wearing his first Ducks

Jersey like an oversized dress, that was XXXL, she looked up to him and said, "Daddy, teach me how to play hockey." It didn't necessarily come out quite like that, but he knew what she meant. Ever since then, she's been his little hockey star and he's been her role model.

Lily had no signs of brain damage, but the doctor had told them not to get their hopes up.

At the moment, his coach from his Minor league team had called, after hearing the news. "Conway, the board has spoken and they've agreed to let you take all the time you need. How is Lily?"

"Still hasn't woken up, but she will. I know it. Thank You, Coach for calling." Charlie's voice was soft but hopeful.

"Of course she will, she is after all your daughter. Lillian Conway, tough girl. She's going to be fine. I have faith in her." He said as he decided to let Charlie go. "Just keep me posted, though."

"Will do, bye Coach." And he hung up the phone. During the first three weeks in the hospital, Lily had been visited by many, including all of her teammates. Even though season was over, they all still called themselves a team. Her close friend Kyle Markey, brought her the Championship Trophy and set it beside the hospital bed. He stayed for a little while on his first visit, then he started visiting less and less.

Charlie was surprised when a couple old friends showed up at the hospital to see Lily. "Portman, Luis, Fulton! What are you guys doing here?" Charlie smiled slightly, happy to see faces.

"Dude, you and Lily were on the County news yesterday," Fulton began, "We all met up and drove over here together. How is she?"

Charlie said the same thing over and over. "Still hasn't woken up. But she will. She has to." Portman brought him in for a firm hug. Mumbling words of encouragement.

"Charlie, you have done an amazing job raising this young lady. You and Julie both." He took a glance at Julie who was sleeping on the couch. "Lil is so strong, and so are you. She gets it from you. Never quit fighting, and she won't. Don't give up on her, and she won't give up on you." Portman looked at his two friends and then walked over to Lily, stroked her cheek softly and mumbled something under his breath, and walked over and sat in a seat.

Luis grabbed his daughters hand. "You got this Lil, always remember what I told you. 'Never stop fighting for what you believe in.'"

Fulton smiled down at her. "You will always be that little girl with those big blue eyes that everyone got lost in. I just pray that I get to see them again soon." He leaned down and kissed her head and sat over by Luis.

The four Ducks sat around, talking to each other, a catching up, when they heard a mumble. They thought it was Julie, but Charlie knew better. Julie has never mumbled in her sleep. Only Lily did. He immediately stood up, walked over to his daughters side. "Lil, wake up." He whispered. Her head moved, and he smiled in delight. Portman had woke Julie up, and now she rushed over to her baby girl. Lily had mumbled something that they really couldn't understand.

She then began to speak softly, as if she was dreaming, "Jordan." She whispered faintly, but he heard her. Julie stroked Lil's cheek, and slowly Lily's eyes fluttered open, noticing five familiar pairs of eyes staring at her. "What's-" she touched her throat with her good hand, she had croaked her first word. She tried again, "What happened?"

"Baby, you're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?" Julie asked.

"Sorta, my memory is still a little blurry." She said in a softer voice.

"Well, do you at least know who we are?" Her mother laughed.

Lily nodded. "Momma, Luis, Uncle Portman, Uncle Fulton and," she looked at Charlie and smiled. "Daddy." He returned the smile. Portman and Fulton aren't really her uncles, they had just insisted on having her call them that because of how close to the family they are.

The Doctor had come in and asked her a few questions, afterwards he met with Charlie and Julie outside in the hallway for a chat. "Well, she has suffered from some memory loss, but that is only temporarily. Don't be surprised if she wakes up in the middle of the night in cold sweat from nightmares-this is normal for patients who have been through terrifying incidents. She will need to keep the waist brace on at all times, until I say she is good to go." He paused for a minute, and looked down. "She is going to have to be in a wheelchair, until her hips are back into place, and healed. Once they're healed, we'll go from there."

"Will she ever be able to play hockey again?" Julie asked.

"Like I said Mrs. Conway. We'll cross that line when it gets here."

They both walked in the room again with their daughter. All that mattered to Charlie was that his daughter was alive, with a smile on her beautiful face.