A/N: Short little songfic as I try to get inspired to work on my other story. It'll be 2 or 3 chapters.

DISCLAIMER: Disney owns The Mighty Ducks, the song is Gray or Blue and is written by the ever talented Jaymay.

----------------------

I feel so helpless now, my guitar is not around and I'm struggling with the xylophone to make these feelings sound, and I'm remembering you singing and bringing you to life it's raining out the window and today it looks like night. You haven't written to me in a week, I'm wondering why that is. Are you too nervous to be lovers, friendships ruined with just one kiss? I watched you very closely and I saw you look away, your eyes are either gray or blue I'm never close enough to say…

Connie Moreau sat on the windowsill in her small off campus studio apartment, staring out onto the street and watching as the rain began to fall heavier. It was early afternoon, but the overcast gloom made it seem later. The cold wind seeped in through the poorly insulated windows and she pulled the blanket tighter around her small frame. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the previous summer and how much and how little had changed in her first semester away at college.

She'd broken away out of grief, her brother Rob was killed in a car accident two days before graduation. She'd also broken away out of anger, she was unable to cope with Guy finally moving on and the fact that their on again off again relationship was finally off for good. Her heart was broken and she was consumed with a pain and suffering she'd never felt before. The others tried to help, but it was no use, they were all too close. She was suffocating in Minnesota and it hurt too much to even look at any of them, so she packed her bags and accepted a scholarship from Temple University.

The Ducks had all stayed together, attending the same University on athletic scholarships, but she'd chosen her own path and went half way across the country to Philadelphia. She'd regretted it within weeks, no matter how upset she was, the Ducks were home to her.

She was instantly caught up Greek life on campus, pledging to a sorority and enjoying the nightlife it afforded her. It provided an escape from how miserable she actually was. She spent her nights drinking and enjoying the occasional recreational drug. Her days were filled with coffee and cigarettes, the only thing that could keep her awake. She was rail thin and the pink hue that once colored her cheeks was gone and replaced with an unhealthy pallor. After one particularly hard week of partying topped with no sleep, she'd found herself in the hospital, having passed out from dehydration and exhaustion. Her parents begged her to come home, afraid to lose another child, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She'd found comfort in e-mails to Charlie, someone who was no stranger to jumping into things out of anger and someone who'd been at her side since childhood. Their e-mails soon turned into daily phone calls, his concern peaking when the phone calls turned into nightly drunk dials. He'd come to Philly to check on her during fall recess, he showed up at her door unannounced and held her as she cried about how unhappy she was. They spent the weekend running around Philadelphia like little kids, she hadn't felt that free in months and she was horrified by the empty pit that formed in her stomach when he left.

She'd told him that she was in love with him during a Friday night drunken phone call and by Sunday they were back to e-mails, until finally, the messages stopped all together. That's when she stopped feeling, all emotions that tried to work their way into her life she drank into submission. She was a hallow shell of the spirited, carefree girl she once was.

She heard from Julie that he started dating someone, so she did the same. His name was John and he completely facilitated her current lifestyle. That's where she found herself now. Sitting on the windowsill, nursing a hangover, with John asleep in her bed. The semester was over and she had no intentions of returning home, she was too embarrassed.

…But your sweatshirt says is all with your hood over your face. I can't keep staring at your mouth, without wondering how it tastes. I'm with another boy; he's asleep I'm wide awake and he's tried to win my heart but it's taken time…

Noticing the blinking light on her answering machine, Connie hit play, curious as to who would be calling her.

"Connie, it's Fulton, call me as soon as you get this," she played the message again to make sure it was really him before erasing it and listening to the next one.

"Hi Honey, It's Mom, where are you? It's 2 a.m. on Friday, well, I guess it's Saturday, never mind. Honey, call us as soon as you get this, or call one of the Ducks, we need to talk to you," Connie stared at the machine, getting a bit anxious now.

"Babe, turn that thing of," John grumbled from the bed.

"There's just one more," she told him.

"Well, then turn it the fuck down," he grunted, but she did nothing of the sort as the last message started to play.

"Cons," she gasped, her heart skipping a beat as she realized it was Charlie, "Cons pick up. Pick up, pick up, you have to be there," he sounded a bit frantic. "Connie, you need to call me, there was an accident. I need you here… we all need you here, just, call me…please."

Sitting there in stunned silence she quickly got up to search for the phone, but John was up in an instant, blocking her way.

"Who was that?" he asked eerily calm, standing directly in front of her.

"A friend," she answered, "can you please move? I need to find the phone!" she exclaimed becoming a bit frantic herself.

"A friend?" he questioned. "Sounded like he knew you a little better than just a friend."

"John, go back to bed, you're being stupid," she tried to move him out of her way, causing him to grab her roughly by the shoulders and push her up against the exposed brick wall. He held her, pinned, as the phone began to ring again. "I need to get that," she squirmed.

"No, no, let the machine get it," he kept her in place as the machine picked up and she heard Charlie's voice again.

"Connie, pick up your phone. It's noon on a Saturday, I know your there. Please, just pick up, I'm sorry for not calling in a while, just, please pick up the phone…" he was cut off when John turned off the answering machine.

"Do you want to try telling me who that is again?"

"He's a friend, John!" she practically screamed.

"Don't lie to me Connie! Don't you fucking lie to me!" he backhanded her hard across the face, splitting the skin under her eye.

"Get out," she said weakly, in utter shock. "Get out!!" she added with more force, "Get out before I call the police!" she used all her strength to push him off of her.

Stumbling back, he pulled on his pants and grabbed his shirt, turning to look at her one last time. "You're a fucking slut," he sneered before slamming the door behind him.

----------------------

Reviews are nice :)