Summary: Life as a Mighty Duck continues to be interesting for our favorite characters and favorite pairings…Based on the events of GROWNUPS and FLYING TOGETHER – Heavy focus on Charlie, Adam/Julie and Connie/Guy…Been a while since I got the Ducks bug…hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: The Mighty Ducks and all its characters belong to Disney. I do not own any of it!

Second Chances

By Rebecca

Prologue

The little boy lay awake, wrapped beneath an old worn Buzz Lightyear comforter as he glanced at his brand new talking alarm clock. 6:01. Hmm…Dad'll still be asleep…and he'll be mad if I wake him up. Can't wake him up today…big game today!

The boy squirmed in anticipation as he thought about the excitement ahead. BIG game today! Uncle Charlie will be there today! Everybody! Just like last year! He glanced at the clock again. 6:03. Ok, he thought. That was enough time.

He crept out of his bed to the door and into the hallway, ignoring the brand new unworn pair of slippers by his closet in favor of his Detroit Redwings socks. He stomped down the hallway, having not quite mastered the art of tip-toeing, and jumped as a big ball of black fur stirred on the landing and yipped happily at his now awake owner.

"Puck!" he shouted at the tiny Scottish terrier, "You'll wake up Dad!"

Unaware he was being scolded, the little dog bounded up the stairs and licked the seven-year-old's palm. "Puck!" he tried again as he heard a door creak open behind him. "Oh, now you've done it!"

Christopher Germaine turned slowly as a pair of bare feet came into his view. He looked up at the giant and jumped up the stairs to hug the yawning man before him. "Hey Champ," his father said gruffly, lowering himself to the floor as he caught the little boy mid-leap.

"Puck did it. Puck's fault."

"I know." Guy Germaine, dressed in a pair of plaid flannel pants with a blue and gold robe thrown over his bare chest, laughed as he set his son down on his knee. He smiled and ruffled Christopher's wild black hair.

"Ready for the game?" his son asked.

"Heh, it's a little early, Chris. Game's not until three. We've got nine hours."

"Nine ow-errrs!?" he whined as Puck continued yipping on the next step, hungry for attention.

"Tell you what," he said, yawning again. "You take Puck back to your room and go back to sleep until your clock says 8:00. Then you can wake me up and we'll start breakfast and watch Toy Story again and before you know it, it'll be time to leave ok?"

"Ok!" he said gleefully, gave Guy a high five and sped back down the hallway with Puck trailing behind. Guy reached for the railing and hoisted himself up as his son's door slammed excitedly. He turned back to his bedroom and started. There she was, smiling at him in the doorway. Guy's breath caught in his throat. Even after all these years, she was still stunningly beautiful standing in the moonlight.

Connie Germaine yawned as she slipped easily into his arms. "Did you let him start drinking coffee already? There's no way I had that much energy when I was seven."

"No," Guy smiled down at her, kissed her softly and said, "you had more." She smirked. "I was there, remember?"

She laced her fingers through his and led him back to bed, crawling under the covers beside him, trying to catch a few more hours' peace before her house turned into Duck central once more. "Lots of people coming out this year."

"Yeah," he sighed, absently stroking her long chocolate brown hair. "Should be one hell of a game."

She was quiet for several minutes and Guy started thinking she had fallen back asleep. Then she squeezed his hand and whispered. "Do you think he'll come?"

Guy squeezed back and sighed. "I don't know."