A/N: Well, my new story is finally up. It's about Mac, and the OC, Laura, in my story Glory Days. This one begins before the Olympics and ends sometime after, so it's a parallel story to Glory Days. You don't actually need to read that to know what's going on in this one though, because everything will be made clear enough, and this story is different enough. I hope you enjoy it and please review to tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't own Miracle or any of the hot guys in it. All I can do is watch the movie and wish that I owned it.

Chapter 1

March 1978

"Who's ready to party?" Phil Verchota said as he and his friends were leaving the locker room after their last hockey game of the season.

"Dude, we just lost," replied Rob McClanahan.

"Come on, Mac, lighten up. It's not like we were making the playoffs anyway."

"Yeah, but the game was so close," said Mac. "And it was at home." The University of Minnesota lost their final game to Colorado College by only one goal. Mac was most upset because he had a chance to tie it and the end and blew it.

"So what?" said Steve Christoff. "People will be over it by the time we get to the party."

"Come on. Let's get Mr. Most Determined drunk and laid. After a few beers and getting some action, he'll feel all better," said Phil. Lately, Mac's closest friends on the team had begun referring to him as 'Mr. Most Determined' because of the award he won for the season. Mac made an attempt to smile and knew Phil was right. About the beer at least.

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Laura Campbell was in her room getting ready for the big end of the hockey season party that night at a big house off campus. She had a short, jean mini skirt and a pink fitted shirt on, and her long dirty blonde hair was down, just passed her shoulders and perfectly straight. After putting on large hoop earrings and the finishing touches on her makeup, she was ready to go.

"Hey Whit. Almost ready?" she asked her roommate.

"Yeah, one second." Whitney finished putting her blonde hair up and sprayed some perfume on and was then ready to go. The two girls left to meet up with two of their other friends, Erica and Debbie, before leaving the dorms for a night of fun.

Laura had known the three girls since her freshman year at the University of Minnesota. The four lived on the same floor and did almost everything together, becoming fast friends. Partying and guys seemed to be the two most important things in the girl's lives.

Although the girls were always at parties and seemed to be popular, they were not as well liked as they liked to think. Most other girls that knew them well, especially the ones with boyfriends, couldn't stand them, because Laura and her friends flirted a lot with almost any guy that showed interest.

When the four girls got to the party, it was already crowded. Laura saw a lot of people that she recognized.

"Oh my God, hide me please," Whitney said, turning away and almost standing behind Laura.

"Why?"

"That guy over there, with the black jacket and jeans . . . I totally blew him off last weekend. He invited me upstairs at the frat party and I was going to go. Until . . . I met this other, better-looking guy. I went with him instead and later I found out that the guys are best friends. And I heard the guy I blew off has syphilis or something anyway," Whitney explained.

"Let's go this way then," Debbie said, walking in the direction of the kitchen. "I need some beer." Walking into the kitchen, the girls saw a few guys also getting drinks.

"Hey. Good party, huh?" Erica asked, making conversation.

"Yeah. It'll be better once I'm plastered and upstairs with a beautiful blonde like you," one of the guys said. Erica smiled.

"And you are . . . ?"

"Tim. Tim Harrer."

"Nice to meet you, Tim," Erica said, smiling. "I'm Erica. Wait. You play hockey, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I usually don't talk to the hockey players on campus, they're generally too cocky, but then again, who said anything about talking. A minute later, she added, "Are you going to introduce the rest of us to your friends? We have a rule that we don't leave each other without making sure we all have a guy." Tim smiled, knowing exactly where Erica was going with that. Before he could begin introductions, Mike Ramsey interrupted him.

"We've already met," Rammer said to Debbie. "You're in my Psych class."

"Yeah. I know you from somewhere else though," Debbie said hinting at something. "You probably don't remember. That's understandable though. You were very drunk. I'm lucky I remember that night."

"It's hard to forget a guy like me though," Rammer said with a wink.

Laura was a little disappointed with the choices she had left. None of the other guys were nearly as cute as Mike Ramsey, but he was happy talking to Debbie. She tried edging her way in their conversation, but Debbie succeeded in keeping Mike's attention on her. After finishing getting drinks, the group went back into the living room. Whitney and Laura decided to walk around and talk to other people, while Debbie and Erica stayed with the hockey players.

When Laura and Whitney went back to the living room where their friends were an hour later, neither was surprised to see Erica sitting on Tim's lap, with one hand on his chest, the other around his neck, and his arms around her waist. Debbie was also getting pretty cosy with Mike.

"Hey girls. One of you can take my spot on the couch," Erica said, seeing Laura and Whitney. "We're going upstairs for a little bit," she said, standing up and pulling Tim with her. Laura jumped at the chance to sit down.

"I'll sit there. I feel like I'm about to fall over."

"You can sit here," Debbie told Whitney, also getting up. "I'm getting ready to leave." She then turned to Mike. "Ready?" He nodded and the two of them left as well.

Laura was sitting between two guys that she met earlier, though she couldn't remember their names. The one on her right started making small talk with her. After a minute, he put his arm on the couch behind her shoulders, and Laura wanted him to leave. He said something else to her, but Laura didn't respond.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I could really use some water. I feel like I might pass out," Laura said, blinking a few times, pretending to be really dizzy.

"I'll get some," the guy said getting up immediately.

"Hey Phil," the guy on Laura's other side said. "Get me another beer."

After Phil was gone for a minute, two other guys came over.

"Is anyone sitting there?" he asked Laura.

"No," she said. He was much cuter than the other guy, and Laura really didn't want him to come back and sit again. The guy seemed to know the other hockey players and began talking to them.

"I'm Robbie McClanahan by the way," he said to Laura, sticking out his hand.

"I'm Laura Campbell."

"Hey, you stole my seat, Mac" Phil said, who had come back with Laura's water. Laura took it and thanked him, though she hadn't even really wanted water. She felt fine, but just wanted Phil to leave.

"Move your feet, lose your seat," Robbie said. "Fine. There's a girl in the kitchen I wanted to talk to anyway." Phil left again, and Robbie turned to Laura.

"You really didn't want that water, did you?" Robbie asked, knowing from the way she was looking at it that she didn't want it.

"Not really," she responded.

"I'll get you something. What do you want?"

"Well, I could go for another beer, but I don't want you to lose your seat."

"Don't worry about that. If someone takes my seat, you can just sit on my lap," he said with a smile. Laura liked him a lot more than Phil. Suddenly, the evening was looking up.

After an hour of sitting with Robbie and a few other hockey players, Laura had quite a bit more to drink, including some strong shots. She was now on her third beer, leaning back against Robbie. He was talking about hockey with his friends and had one arm was wrapped around Laura's waist and his other hand was holding a beer. Once he finished, Robbie looked at Laura.

Robbie thought she was attractive, but he didn't know how she felt about him. Eventually he decided to make the next move. He pulled her hair away from where it was covering her ear and leaned in close to her.

"This party's a lot of fun, but I think I'd rather go somewhere else. Maybe somewhere where we could be alone," he whispered in her ear.

"Sounds good to me. I'm getting sick of hearing all about the Minnesota North Stars. I know more now than I ever cared to. Plus, this skirt is getting really uncomfortable." Robbie took that as a definite hint and began standing up.

"Let's go. We can head to my room if you want. My roommate's not going to be around."

"Is he still here?" Laura asked, having heard something about Robbie's roommate being at the party earlier.

"I don't know. But he forgot his key and I won't be letting him in tonight." Laura smiled and got up with Robbie. Luckily he still had his arm around her, because Laura was so lightheaded and dizzy she thought she would fall over without him supporting her.

By the time they got to the dorms, Robbie and Laura were feeling the effects of the alcohol. Alone on the elevator, they began making out and barely stopped until they got to Robbie's door. He pulled away from her to find his key and unlock the door. Laura stood near him, becoming impatient and began gently sucking the side his neck, just under his ear. Robbie opened the door and pulled Laura inside. She pushed him back up against the open doorway and they kissed. Robbie then turned and pinned Laura against the door, holding her arms and kissing her neck. He trailed kisses down her neck and chest, and stopped at the top of her shirt. Before they got any father, Laura interrupted him.

"Aren't we going to shut the door?" she asked. Robbie nodded and let go of Laura's arms. She moved forward and began kissing Robbie again, then kicked the door shut, not stopping for a breath.