Title: It Only Hurts
Author: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst, angst and oh I don't know...angst.
Summary: Life threw Adam a curve ball and he found himself no longer a Duck.
Author's note: this is an AU to D2. There's a scene in here that I um borrow from the original script because I thought it was cute. And I bend it to my liking. It's not quite how it happened but I want to make Bombay still a snot. I don't copy it word for word I just like it. I skip the coach/Banks locker room conversation because you all know that by now.
Disclaimer: sniff I don't own them. They keep telling me I need to play nice first. Disney owns the Ducks I claim everyone else.
Adam and Julie were sitting in his dorm. They both had chosen to skip the game with Russ. His wrist hurt too badly. He'd only told Julie about it. For some reason he couldn't tell Jesse who was his best friend.
"Adam you should see a doctor it looks really bad." Julie said after she had unwrapped it. "Maybe even broken."
"It only hurts Julie. It's not broken." He said with determination. He allowed her to put his wrist in the water. He hissed at the coldness of it.
The door swung open and Gordon Bombay entered. "Where is everyone?" He demanded.
"Playing a pickup game." Adam answered trying to move the bowl out of Bombay's eyesight.
But he grabbed his wrist to look at his watch and yanked it hard. Adam had to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. "Game's in a couple of hours. We need to practice. What school?"
"I think they said Mann Junior High." Julie said.
He stormed out of the room.
"Adam are you okay?" Julie asked gently taking his wrist. "I can't believe he just did that."
"It's okay. He doesn't know." Adam said in a low voice just trying to keep conscious. The pain was worse then before. He sat back down on the bed. What was he going to do? If it hadn't been broken before it surely was now.
"You can't play tonight like this." She tells me. "You need to see a doctor."
"No." Adam got up to get the bowl. "I have to play Julie. The scouts are watching me."
"I'm sure you'll wow them playing with a broken wrist." Julie said rolling her eyes. "Okay you don't want to see a doctor? Fine. But it's your wrist." She stormed out of the room.
Adam just stared at the door. Great. He ran off a girl he really liked and his wrist hurt. Wonder how the rest of the day will go.
***
He knew it was nuts playing tonight but he tried as well as he could. Ms. McKay didn't put him on the ice much. Maybe she knew what was going on. But it was torture every time he was on the ice. He couldn't even move his wrist.
He was sitting on the bench when Bombay came down. He turned like everyone else and faced him. He tried to listen to what he was saying but the pain was way too much. All he really heard was the coach calling out on the ice for the Flying V. Jesse passed him the puck and he slammed it into the goal.
He halfheartedly cheered but his wrist hurt too much.
***
"Well Adam after looking at your x-rays there's no doubt that your wrist is broken." Dr. Hamilton said. Adam was sitting on an examination table at the UCLA Medical Center. "How you managed to suffer so much damage I don't know."
Adam didn't mention the fact that Bombay had yanked his arm. "Any chance I'll get to play in the tournament at all?" He asked hopefully.
"You have to be kidding. You broke your wrist. I'd say you won't be playing for a couple of months. I'll need to set it and put a cast on it.
Adam didn't say a word during the process. What was he going to tell his dad?
***
Notes: Rest of the fic skips to D3 stuff. In the original script Bombay grabbed his good wrist.
Author: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst, angst and oh I don't know...angst.
Summary: Life threw Adam a curve ball and he found himself no longer a Duck.
Author's note: this is an AU to D2. There's a scene in here that I um borrow from the original script because I thought it was cute. And I bend it to my liking. It's not quite how it happened but I want to make Bombay still a snot. I don't copy it word for word I just like it. I skip the coach/Banks locker room conversation because you all know that by now.
Disclaimer: sniff I don't own them. They keep telling me I need to play nice first. Disney owns the Ducks I claim everyone else.
Adam and Julie were sitting in his dorm. They both had chosen to skip the game with Russ. His wrist hurt too badly. He'd only told Julie about it. For some reason he couldn't tell Jesse who was his best friend.
"Adam you should see a doctor it looks really bad." Julie said after she had unwrapped it. "Maybe even broken."
"It only hurts Julie. It's not broken." He said with determination. He allowed her to put his wrist in the water. He hissed at the coldness of it.
The door swung open and Gordon Bombay entered. "Where is everyone?" He demanded.
"Playing a pickup game." Adam answered trying to move the bowl out of Bombay's eyesight.
But he grabbed his wrist to look at his watch and yanked it hard. Adam had to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. "Game's in a couple of hours. We need to practice. What school?"
"I think they said Mann Junior High." Julie said.
He stormed out of the room.
"Adam are you okay?" Julie asked gently taking his wrist. "I can't believe he just did that."
"It's okay. He doesn't know." Adam said in a low voice just trying to keep conscious. The pain was worse then before. He sat back down on the bed. What was he going to do? If it hadn't been broken before it surely was now.
"You can't play tonight like this." She tells me. "You need to see a doctor."
"No." Adam got up to get the bowl. "I have to play Julie. The scouts are watching me."
"I'm sure you'll wow them playing with a broken wrist." Julie said rolling her eyes. "Okay you don't want to see a doctor? Fine. But it's your wrist." She stormed out of the room.
Adam just stared at the door. Great. He ran off a girl he really liked and his wrist hurt. Wonder how the rest of the day will go.
***
He knew it was nuts playing tonight but he tried as well as he could. Ms. McKay didn't put him on the ice much. Maybe she knew what was going on. But it was torture every time he was on the ice. He couldn't even move his wrist.
He was sitting on the bench when Bombay came down. He turned like everyone else and faced him. He tried to listen to what he was saying but the pain was way too much. All he really heard was the coach calling out on the ice for the Flying V. Jesse passed him the puck and he slammed it into the goal.
He halfheartedly cheered but his wrist hurt too much.
***
"Well Adam after looking at your x-rays there's no doubt that your wrist is broken." Dr. Hamilton said. Adam was sitting on an examination table at the UCLA Medical Center. "How you managed to suffer so much damage I don't know."
Adam didn't mention the fact that Bombay had yanked his arm. "Any chance I'll get to play in the tournament at all?" He asked hopefully.
"You have to be kidding. You broke your wrist. I'd say you won't be playing for a couple of months. I'll need to set it and put a cast on it.
Adam didn't say a word during the process. What was he going to tell his dad?
***
Notes: Rest of the fic skips to D3 stuff. In the original script Bombay grabbed his good wrist.