Disclaimer: Don't own, wish i did, man them hockey players and didnt create them but i still wishi did

Summary: Robbie's sister finds herself with him in everything she does, except falling in love.

Baby Sis

"Robbie McClanahan, get your butt in the car right now!"

Her brown hair flailed in the violent wind. Her brown eyes connected with his as he climbed into the passenger side of the silver car. She followed suit and turned the key in the ignition.

"Maddie, I wouldn't miss this for the world." He smiled.

"Well I was just making sure my big brother knew he was going to be late." She replied innocently.

He chuckled at her look, it was an act but he laughed anyways.

Break in scene

"…Eruzione…that's the roster for now, the rest of you, thanks for coming out." Coach Craig Patrick announced after the first day of tryouts.

"Take a good look gentlemen, 'cause they're the ones getting of easy. We're putting a few of you on reserve in case somebody gets injured or their game goes to hell. The final roster will have twenty names in seven months, so more of you are going home. You give 99, you'll make my job very, very easy. I'll be your coach, I wont be your friend. If you need one of those, take it up with Doc or Coach Patrick." Herb Brooks added as he wandered down the stairs and towards the arena exit.

"All right gentlemen, congratulations to all of you. That's it for today. One the way out, pick up one of these." Coach Patrick held up a stack of papers. "You've got a little homework to do before you celebrate. Thank you."

Break in scene

Robbie McClanahan dragged his gear out of the arena and over to his sisters car. She popped the trunk and loaded it in as he climbed in the driver's side, ready to go.

"Did you make it?" Maddie asked.

"So far, I think I got a pretty good shot." He replied with a huge smile. "They got a lot of Boston boys."

"'76 playoffs." Maddie giggled.

"No, they're way over that."

Another scene break

The Minnesota table chatted about the three hundred question test the coach was making them do. It was a crowded bar that night, with all twenty-six guys floating around in the bar somewhere.

"Hey Phillie, what are you one?" Buzz Schneider asked.

"My test is done." Phil Verchota replied.

"Jesus!"

"Me and Jannie are done." Verchota stated.

"Verchota, you're done? I'm on page four." Mike Ramsey joked.

The Boston table enjoyed pitchers of beer while discussing their tests.

"71, you get stopped by a policeman but you're not at fault. Do you state your disagreement right away?" Dave Silk read aloud. "He's got three hundred of these things."

"It's just a test Silky, you've taken one or two before." Mike Eruzione joked.

"Not to play hockey I haven't." He retorted.

"Can you even read Silky?" Rizzo asked jokingly.

"I try." Silk laughed.

Rizzo looked up when his name was called. Mac stood in the doorway waving at him. They had conversed earlier in the change room, Mac from Minnesota, Rizzo from Massachusetts, the only two conversing from either side.

"Mac." He smiled and waved back.

"Easy big guy." Silk joked as he turned back to an angered Jack O'Callahan.

"I don't know how you can sit in the same room with that clown." O.C. replied.

"Let it go, it's over, let it go." Rizzo remarked.

Cox spoke out. "What's going on here?"

"O.C.'s got a little unfinished business over there." Silk answered.

"Not for long I don't." O.C. muttered.

"What did I tell you man?" Rizzo asked and mouthed 'let it go'.

"McClanahan?" Cox asked. "You're not still going on about the '76 playoffs are you? Come on O.C. that was like three years ago."

"You know what Coxie, let me ask you a question." O.C. started. "Why'd you want to play college hockey?"

He grinned at this one. "Isn't it obvious? For the girls."

"I'm serious Coxie, why'd you want to play college hockey?"

"'Cause I love to play hockey. I want to go to the NHL just like everybody does."

"Well I wanted to win a national Championship. That pansy over there cheap shots me, I get tossed out of the game, he steals the ring right off my finger. How would you feel?" O.C. explained angrily.

"Everyone was throwing cheap shots that night." Rizzo argued.

"Rizzo, it's funny you say that. I was just wondering who's side you're on."

"I'm on you're side." Rizzo retorted.

"You know, it really seems that way."

"Alright, just relax, gees." Coxie added.

"I'm not doing this right now." O.C. voiced about the test. "I'm outta here."

O'Callahan stood up and tried to walk away but Rizzo stopped him for a second.

"Where you going?"

"To my room, is that alright with you?" O.C. Hesitated. "Mother."

He walked away, leaving the test on the table, and headed for the front door.

Another scene break

Maddie wandered along the sidewalk outside the bar. She was there to hang out with her brother before he began all the long, hard, practices. It was a hard time for the two of them, living in an apartment up the street, alone, no family. They had all disowned them, for doing what? She didn't exactly know.

She was digging through her pockets for her apartment key as she went through the door. It was then that she met her brother's enemy, face to arm.

"Ouch, I'm sorry." Maddie shook her head as she let go of the key in her pocket. "Wasn't exactly looking."

"You alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." Maddie smiled.

Her smile. Wow. She was of legal age to drink, being one year younger than Robbie, she didn't look a thing like him, not even like her mother. She looked beautiful in the spotlight of the bar.

"Catch you around." Jack replied as Maddie headed inside.

Another scene break

Robbie turned around to see his sister walking towards him. She outstretched her arms and the whole table whistled as they embraced, not knowing who she was.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Maddie McClanahan." She smirked and the guys piped down.

"Well it's not unusual to see Mac with a pretty girl." Mark Johnson teased.

"Yeah. So I've heard." Maddie smiled.

Her smile. Again. Amazed all the guys with it. There was something about her that immediately attracted people to her.

Another scene break

"That's it, pick it up. Look for the pass, come on, hit him with the pass." Herb yelled the next day at practice. "Go Johnson! Alright Johnson, hit him on the other side. Look for him! Move and hit him Johnson, he's open! Come on Johnson!"

Scores. Herb blew the whistle and calls out at Johnson.

"Johnson! That coast-to-coast stuff may work here but it wont against the teams we'll be playing. Next line up, let's go, let's run it again."

Robbie jumped the boards and skated out towards the center. Morrow jumped over too but was called back by O.C. He skated out and stood close to Coach Patrick.

"This is a breakout play gentlemen, so please, let's get rid of the puck early." Herb demanded and he shot the puck out to the players.

Robbie skated down the ice, following the puck. He had his head down, looking for the puck when Thwack! Met by O'Callahan in a check.

A mixture of comments: what's he doing, that was cheap, he didn't have the puck, what are you hitting like that for, that's bush league O.C., nice hit O.C..

"Tell your boy here to keep his head up and he won't have to worry about it."

Robbie bent over the ice, holding his head when he darted upright and sprang back at him.

"Let's go."

The two started into a heated fight, players holding other players back from the fight. Some still egging them on. The fight stopped.

"How about it boys, look like hockey to you. Looks like a couple of monkeys trying to hump a football to me, what do you think Craig?"

"Yeah." Craig muttered and nodded along with Herb.

"You want to settle old scores, you're on the wrong team. We move forward starting right now; we start becoming a team right now! Skating, passing, flow, creativity, that's what this team is all about, gentlemen. Not old Rivalries. So, why don't we start with some introductions? You know, get to know each other a little bit. Where your from, who you are. Go ahead."

He looked at Rob.

"Rob McClanahan, St. Paul Minnesota."

"Who do you play for?"

"You here at the U." Rob replied.

"Jack?"

"Jack O'Callahan, Charlestown Mass, Boston University."

"Over here." Looking at Cox.

"I'm Ralph Cox, I'm from wherever is not going to get me hit."