A/N: So this is a sequel for Ducks Fly Together, you may have notices that I changed the ages . . . I went back and did that in Ducks Fly Together as well. Krysta is at the beginning of her junior year while the Ducks are all seniors. Also, it's more of a Fulton/OC, you'll see the others obviously but . . . oh, just read and find out, hope you like it :-)

Summery: Raevin Setyn is leaving her hometown halfway through high school, hoping to cover up the black and blue past she kept from her army brat of a cousin, Krysta Justin. Finally deciding to get out, she transfers to her cousin's school, meeting the Ducks, Krysta's new boyfriend, and a boy who pries a little too hard. What happens when Krysta walks into Raevin's closet of secrets and the rest of the Ducks get involved? (Bahhhh I suck at these!! Hope it turns out better than the summery . . . another messed up main character . . . hm.)

CHAPTER ONE

"Rae!" a voice yelled and I snapped around in time to see my psychotic cousin charging at me.

"Jesus!" I muttered, before she tackled me with a hug, "Well, you've changed."

"Yup," she grinned, her eyes twinkling. Her happiness made me somewhat jealous. Detaching herself from me, she picked up my bag and dragged it out to a taxi.

"So," I dragged out, looking around, "Where's this boyfriend I've heard so much about?"

"He's-."

"Wait, no, where's the girl who got you writing? I've gotta meet her first," I teasing and she blushed somewhat.

"They're back at the school. Practice."

"Ah yes, the life of a hockey player," I muttered bitterly but quickly smiled at her concerned look, "You've changed a lot."

"Yeah, well, it's the Ducks," she shrugged, climbing into the car, "And Dean of course."

"Of course," I grinned as she mock scowled but I looked out the window, watching the scenery go by but inhaled sharply.

"Raevin?" I turned to Krysta, her features painted worry.

"I'm fine," I muttered, trying to sound reassuring. I don't know if she bought it, but I was grateful she dropped it. Moments later, we arrived at, as the sign read, Eden Hall and Krysta was bombarded by a rather large oaf. When he looked over at me, my eyes snapped to the side. The brown eyes looked too familiar.

"Raevin, this is," she started and we looked at each other, "Dean."

"Hi," I forced a smile, "Where'm I staying?"

"I can already see the family resemblance," Dean laughed, sticking out his hand, "You ever need anything taken care of, I'm your man."

"No," Krysta argued, "You're mine."

"Just being courteous," he smirked but his girlfriend rolled her eyes, grabbing my hand as she pulled me off.

"He seems, nice," I offered and she smiled.

"He's great." I laughed, relaxing as she yanked me to a somewhat bigger building. "Well, here we are. Let's just drop your stuff off and go down to the rink."

"It's not like I have anything else to do," I shrugged and she grinned, telling the dorm person my name. Handing me my key, she pushed me in the direction I assumed my room was. "Someone's eager."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she muttered, stopping, "I have stuff to do, ya know?"

"Ah, you're still equipment manager this year?"

"Be glad your dad isn't a hard ass."

"I don't cause trouble," I pointed out before quickly adding, "At school."

"Yeah," she said slowly, as if trying to figure out what I meant but I pushed open the door, "Damn."

"God," I whispered, "Your father's amazing."

"I know right," she smirked, dropping my suitcase, "Alright, let's go."

"You were serious?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "You've gotta meet the rest of the ducks."

"Great," I sighed.

"They actually aren't that bad," she reasoned but I didn't reply, instead, I followed her to a huge building.

"Good god." She didn't respond, instead, she pulled me in hurriedly but cursed at the sight of a stern looking man blocking our path. My eyes immediately diverted.

"I had to pick up my cousin at the airport, I promise, no diversions," she explained.

"Portman was late as well."

"It's his own damn fault." He seemed to consider this before letting us pass. "This is Raevin, my cousin."

"It's nice to meet you," he smiled and I nodded, quickly following Krysta into a janitor's closet.

"Rae, are you okay?" she asked, giving me a once over, "You look different."

"I," I bit my lip, "I'm homesick." She smiled weakly.

"This place isn't bad, I swear," she assured me. It had to be better than home.

"I trust you Krysta, now go do whatever. Don't get into trouble because of me." She gave me a quick hug and as she left, I looked down to my stomach. Cursing, I made my way to the woman's restroom, not before swiping a wrap. Looking in the mirror, I pulled up my shirt to reveal a large, newly opened gash the width of my stomach and bit back tears as I wrapped the bandage around my midriff. I hated them.