Hey All!

Here is the beginning of a little multi-chapter fic I came up with about Brian and Jenny meeting up again in the future after VGHS is well behind them. Hope you like it! Please follow and review if you like the story so I know to post the other chapters.

p.s. Chapter 3 is going to be rated M

The thunderous appalause roared in her ears as she made the final shot, a little off center, but still snatching the life of the last Great Britain player. She smiled, victory in her eyes, as her team cheered and exclaimed loudly in French. The Paris Panthers were a passionate bunch, and it never ceased to amuse Jenny.

Instead of joining her team in celebration however, her eyes flickered over to the opposing team, catching glimpses of him behind his computer. It had been three years since they had last seen each other, though she kept up with the news and was aware when he made the GB Knights. When they had got the news that the Panthers would be facing the Knights in the Monster Energy European Cup it had taken a while for the information to sink in.

Needless to say when Brian walked through the arena entrance she was not prepared for the rush of emotions that hit her. Her heart had quickened and her whole body had flushed, her eyes greedily taking in his form. He was taller now, thicker set, his shoulders having filled out nicely. His arms had bulged pleasingly has had he waved to the audience, his dimples in full charm mode. God he's hot. She couldn't help but think. Though it had been a long time since their relationship had ended, her body, and perhaps her heart, weren't as over him as she had thought.

Luckily the melodic countdown of the timer and her teammate Claude's loud cursing had brought her back into focus before the game. The battle had been hard fought, the Panthers taking the first game but GB snagging the second. It was looking like the Knights were going to take the final match until Brian made a fatal mistake upon encountering Jenny in the field. He had dropped his guard only for a second, but it was enough for Jenny's teammate to take him down with a tomahawk to the chest. From there the Panthers managed to gain some traction and it was Jenny's final shot that won the game for them.

"Jenny? Jenny? You with us?"

"Huh? Oh sorry, what was that? I zoned out for a minute." Claude gave her a knowing look.

"I asked if you wanted to join the team for some celebratory drinks, coach gave us the night off." Claude smiled and gestured in the direction of Brian, who was now packing his gear. "Something tells me you're looking to spend the night with someone else though".

Jenny blushed profusely. She glanced down in embarrassment while attempting to deny everything.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I just got to thinking about some possible game play scenarios and zoned out for a minute."

Claude laughed. "Game play scenarios? Please Jenny, don't kid yourself. You were imaging those strong, supple gamer hands of his having their wicked way with you as he..."

"Claude! We're in public!" Jenny exclaimed, grabbing his arm and squeezing it roughly. "People can hear you!"

"Ahh so I'm right, you do want the man!"

"Would you just, keep your voice down. Please?" She looked around hurriedly before yanking Claude to the side of the arena. "Yes, okay, I'm into him. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Claude chuckled, his shit eating grin growing wider. "We sort of, have a history. But it's been years since I've seen him."

Claude's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, no, is that? Is that the Brian you left when you joined the Panthers? BrianD is that Brian?" Jenny nodded.

"Jenny! What are you waiting for?" Claude paused to look around the arena. "He's leaving girl and you're standing here talking to me. Go! Go see if his spark still ignites your flame."

Before Jenny could answer Claude was shoving her towards the door, giving her a good luck pat on the ass before cheekily yelling "Brian!" and ducking through a side exit.

Brian, who had just finished speaking to a fan and was entering the tunnel stopped, turning in confusion at the unfamiliar voice. Expecting what sounded like a French man, his eyes instead fell upon the blonde vixen who had stolen his heart years ago. She looked radiant, standing under the arena lights, the bright colour of her uniform highlighting her golden hair. She seemed smaller somehow, yet still just as tough and confident as ever. There was something behind those eyes he couldn't quite read, but he was dying to try if she'd let him.

"Jenny."

"Hi Brian."

"You look.." he pauses, lost for words. "amazing." he finally settles on. Her cheeks flush crimson, her teeth capturing her bottom lip.

She comes up with smile, taking a step closer, her eyes teasingly eyeing him up and down. "You're looking not to bad yourself Brian. Have you been working out?"

The glint in her eye eggs him on, their playful routine from years past falling once more into place, as if time hadn't separated them after all. "Ah well you know. Coach is pretty intense, worse than your mom. Has us in the gym nearly every day."

"hmm, well clearly it's paying off." Her fingers play at his arm, brushing across his bicep. He takes the opportunity to clasp her hand, his thumb gently brushing across her knuckles. She drops the act for a moment, studying his face; brown hair still falling into his eyes, but his jaw more defined, a ghost of stubble visible.

"Would you, like to get some dinner?" He asks.

Jenny smiles, holding tightly onto his hand, she brings her other hand up to grasp his arm. "Lead the way BrianD."