Disclaimer: Hey look! A magic lamp! I'm gonna make a wish! (rubs lamp and Genie appears) Hey Genie, I wish I owned the Mighty Ducks.-TWC

(Genie tries his magic stuff and fails) No can-do, kid. You can't own the Mighty Ducks.- Genie

Well, I wish i owned Wynn and every other OC character I come up with.-TWC

(Genie tries his magic stuff ) Wish granted!- Genie

(TWC runs around clapping and saying 'Yay me!' )

Anyways, I would like to say that to those three people who reviewed the old version of my story, thank you. Your insight has led me to believe that my first story was horrible, so I'm writing it again. This time I actually thought with my BRAIN!!!!! I hope all that read my story review and let me know if I'm doing good or not, 'cause I really wanna know.

Keep the Peace

The Wind Charmer

New Beginnings

Charlie's POV

I was sitting in my room trying to do my work when I faintly heard the sound of a duck call. I went to my window, surprised to see Coach Bombay waving and shouting while holding a wooden duck caller. "Charlie!" he yelled. "Do you want to play some hockey?" I faintly knew why he was there. Within five minutes I had my gear and my old hockey shirt on and I was racing down the stairs to greet my coach.

He held out the duck caller and told me to gather the Ducks and meet him at the rink. I nodded and skated off, heading towards the basketball court, where I found Jesse playing good old fashioned-well, not so much old fashioned- roller hockey. I started banging on the fence. "Hey Jesse! The Ducks are back!" I shouted, causing him to look at me and grin.

Next was Averman. We took the bus to the mall, and, once we got there, proceeded to skate through the mall. Surprisingly, no one bothered to stop us. They just yelled at us like we were insane.

I was skating towards a fountain when this woman walked in front of me. Too late to turn, I accidentally shoved her and her bags into the fountain. Actually, it was more like a slight push, but I still apologized before Jesse and I made our way to the theater, where Averman was handing someone their ticket. I blew the wooden duck caller whistle-thing and waved my hands in the air. "Averman, let's go!"

He stared at us, exasperated. "Now? But-" Still, he grabbed his gear and we were off again. We found Connie and Julie watching the water. Unfortunately for them, we interrupted them. "I was this close!" Guy whined before following us.

We were passing a constructing site when I noticed the cherry picker dropping fast. I jumped, saving myself from injury but succeeding in knocking yet another person down, only this time he landed in a wheelbarrow, only to get covered in wet cement by another worker who wasn't paying attention.

Finally we picked up Goldberg, who was bussing tables at his family restaurant. We all smashed into the window and pounded on the glass. He came quickly and willingly. Adam was shooting goals in his driveway when we found him. Then we went to the park, all of us whooping and hollering and talking about the Junior Goodwill Games. We didn't notice the trap that had been set for us until we heard Fulton shout, "No one messes with the Ducks!" and saw three of our rivals tied to a tree in only their boxers. Man, I wished I had a camera on me right then!

'Well, that's everyone,' I thought to myself as we skated to the rink, where Coach was waiting for us. Moments later, a limo pulled up, and this 'Mr. Tibbles' man, who I had informally met a day before, got out, holding up a set of calling cards. "Hi. Don Tibbles. Hendrix," he told us. "Who wants a card?" We all scrambled to get one as Coach followed him back into his limo. Apparently they had to finish business.

Soon, we were in our uniforms, only each of us wore a different jersey. We walked out onto the rink in time to see one of our new six players jumping over another's head and spinning at the same time. The player landed on one leg in a pose that I had seen before. This person was a figure skater- a good one.

We stood on the ice as Mr. Tibbles introduced them. "Luis Mendoza. We picked him up from Miami. His talent is speed. He clocked in at 1.6 seconds, blue line to blue line." We watched as Luis expertly skated across the ice at a very high speed. "His only problem is…he can't stop." Just as he said, Luis smacked into the wall, the others coming to help him up as they asked if he was alright. "I almost had it this time!"

"Dwayne Robertson. He's from Austin. He's the best puck handler." Dwayne pulled off his hat and put on a helmet. "Howdy! Ya'll ready to play some puck?" He proceeded to flip the puck around like crazy, keeping excellent control over his motions.

"You mean for his age?" asked Coach Bombay. "No," said Mr. Tibbles. "I mean out of anyone I've ever seen."

"Julie Gaffney is a goalie from Maine." She showed off her skill by keeping most of the pucks shot at her out of the net.

"Ken Wu."

"Wasn't he the kid in the Olympics?"

"Yup. We convinced him that hockey had a better future for him. Once we put the stick in his hands, no one could touch him." Ken proved him right.

The biggest player out of them all turned out to be a guy named Dean Portman, an enforcer from Illinois. His jersey was torn at the sleeves and his greased black hair was held back by a bandana. He went around skating and singing a song he was listening to, scaring some of us.

The final player was skating around the rink when Mr. Tibbles announced her. That's right. We were adding two Lady Ducks to the team. At least now Connie wouldn't force us to go shopping with her anymore.

"This last player is a doozy," said Mr. Tibbles. Averman suppressed a snort. The man said the word 'doozy', ok? It was a little funny to hear a guy that sounded like he had recently starred in a soap commercial say something most people didn't. Maybe he fell when he was a child… I shook my head. Mr. Tibbles continued: "She's from Makai, an island in Hawaii. She's not only a fabulous hockey player, but is an excellent figure skater as well. Her strongest weapon is her Miko's Arrow, and she's a pretty good enforcer. She's the only person in more than one event in the Junior Goodwill Games."

The girl removed her helmet, staring at the ground. "The name's Wynry Kinomoto." Her extremely long black hair fell in her face, and she hastened to put it back up. A puck was handed to her and she dropped it, backing up and staring at the goal Goldberg protected. Her eyes closed for the longest time before snapping open. The stick went back, then shot forward, slamming into the puck and sending it flying down the ice towards the goal. It went so fast; it was actually levitating above the ground, spinning so fast the black looked blue.

Swish!

It landed in the goal, not only making Goldberg duck, but knocking the goal back a bit before burning through the rope cords and leaving a scorch mark on the white wall behind it. Greg cautiously looked up at the spot where the puck burned through and gasped. "She's actually burned the net!" He scrambled away and joined us. But instead of complimenting Wynry on her shot, Jesse demanded, "What the hell kind of shot was that? You could have killed Goldberg!"

Wynry sighed exasperatedly. "I didn't kill him, so what's the problem?"

"You could hurt someone, stupid!"

"Look who's talking! If you don't want to get hurt, quit, idiot," snapped Wynry. She took off her glove and examined her fingernails, as if she had no cares in the world. Those two fighting had gotten us all riled up, so now everyone was arguing- the Ducks against the newbies. Only when Coach Bombay blew his whistle did we all freeze.

The punishment for fighting for no good reason was tying us up with rope. 'Great, now I can't move, let alone breath,' I thought. We were in our new practice uniforms, half of us wearing blue shirts, the other half red. Being squashed against someone's chest in full uniform was painful. I never wanted to do this again. Ever. I sniffed and wrinkled my nose. God that smelled. "Goldberg!' we all groaned. He denied it; it turned out to be Portman, who was standing in the middle of us all, next to Fulton.

"You are a team," announced Coach. "You must act like a team, and move as a team. Now, skate like a team." We quickly began to argue about which way we would go, and the moment someone went in the opposite direct, we all fell. At this rate, we were never going to get untied. Finally we did it; we were skating as one in each direction we were told to go in. Then, and only then, were we released from our prison.

"Now," Coach started, "hockey isn't just about work. It's also about fun." He paused, holding the rope in his hands. "Rancher Dwayne."

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"Round me up some stray cattle." He handed him the rope, and everyone raced off, trying not to get caught. All, that is, except Wynry. She skated over to the benches and proceeded to talk to Coach Bombay about something, pausing every time he blew the whistle. He nodded, and she sat down, only to watch the rest of us have fun.

What was her problem? Why wasn't she skating? I never found the answers to those questions because a second after the left my mind, Dwayne roped me. The whistle blew, signaling that I was out. I went to sit down with several of my teammates.

Next, Dwayne taught us a dance he knew. I forgot the name, but we were all having fun, Wynry included this time. She knew the steps just as well as he did. Even Coach was getting in on the action.

Mr. Tibbles returned with another person, a brunette. He, of course, didn't pay attention when everyone told him to look out, and got knocked out by one of Fulton's shots. He introduced us to her after we used smelling salts on him. Her name was Michelle McKay, and she was to tutor us while we were in L.A. We all groaned at the thought of tutoring, and asked if it could be optional. She said yes, it was optional, but that if we did not attend, we couldn't play. None of us thought that was fair, but we agreed nonetheless.

The next day Mr. Tibbles gave us Hendrix gear. I thought it was wrong, since there was no logo for the Ducks anywhere, but Coach said it was business. I didn't think about it much after that. We also got to see our faces on a giant Wheaties cereal box from when we all posed. Looking at it closely, I noticed Wynry was smiling, but she wasn't looking into the camera. Something was different about that girl, but I wasn't in a rush to find out. I had all of the Junior Goodwill Games to find out.

Adam's POV

She was beautiful. She had these large green eyes that stared unblinkingly at you, and her long, silky hair reached past her thighs. No one I knew had hair that long. Her laugh was sweet, the way she spoke was sweet, everything about her was sweet.

The night before we were to leave, I found myself thinking about her- again. I had no clue why she was always in my thoughts, but it felt nice. I wasn't being perverted or anything, but just thinking about her made me blush crimson. I had to find a way to fix this.

It was ten when I called Charlie. He had been asleep, and yelled at me tiredly for waking him. "What is it, Banks?" he questioned groggily.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and whispered, "I think I'm in love." I held the phone in a shaking hand. It was like I was talking to her. Telling Charlie, I mean. Only, I wouldn't actually be telling her how I felt.

"Good for you. We'll talk about this in the morning. Good night." He moved to hang up.

"Wait! I can't sleep," I confessed. "She's plaguing my thoughts!" Now it sounded like I was afraid of her or something. I was scared to go to bed. I hadn't been this scared since my older brother put a fake snake in my bed when I was three.

Charlie groaned loudly, now fully awake. "Um, Banks? Who is she?"

I blinked, stammering, "W-Wynry."

After a ten-minute conversation, I calmed down. I could act cool in front of her. I would act cool in front of her. She would not see me for the boy who obeyed his parents, was a good friend, a great hockey player, and the next forty-year-old virgin. No. She would see me as a cool guy, someone who wasn't afraid of his own emotions. What did I do to deserve this?

By the next day, I was somewhat over my fear of talking to Wynry. Of course, there were still the butterflies in my stomach, the clammy skin, the nausea, the light-headedness, and the shallow breathing, but I was fine.

Really.

When we were on the plane, we sat down only to find we weren't where we wanted to be. At least, Connie wasn't. She was sitting up five rows ahead of me in the first row closest to the door. She craned her neck to find Guy, and once she did, she pleaded with me to switch seats with her. I relented, letting Connie take my seat so the lovebirds could talk. I made my way up front, stopping when I saw whom I would be sitting next to.

A stewardess had to knock me out of my trance.

I took my seat next to Wynry, who paid me no mind. She was facing the window, her sea green eyes hidden by green tinted shades despite the fact that we were indoors. Finally she turned to me and said, "Hey. You switched with Connie."

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. 'Go on,' the cool, evil, and rational little part of my brain urged. 'Say something.' Finally I could talk again. "Uh-huh."

'Uh-huh? UH-HUH! Is that all you can say? What are you, a spineless, pea-brained, dung-sucking, maggot-riddled, base-born, churdlish milk-livered kaq? You are a naliz, an amdain!' shouted the rational part of his mind.

'I read too many Tamora Pierce novels. I've practically memorized the glossaries!'

'Still, you ignorant piece of dung, you can do better than that. Much better. Now do it before she ignores you.'

I jolted out of my insulting inner conversation with myself to see her still looking at me. I glanced at her, then at the book in her hands. It was an old one, Circle of Magic's Tris's Book. A Tamora Pierce novel. "You read Tamora Pierce?" I asked incredulously. She nodded. "Yeah. I love fantasy novels, especially by her. My favorite is In the Hand of the Goddess. I can relate to Alanna a little in that one. You?"

"Ah, I like them all. She's a very good writer." I let out the air I had been holding in inwardly. Things were getting better. I was loosening up. 'That's a good start. Ask her a question. Anything as long as it's not stupid.'

"What's the dumbest thing you've ever did?" I questioned. She smiled softly, and I blushed faintly. "I've done a bunch. But the dumbest would have to be when I went on a major sugar high and went bezerk, running outside while it was raining and snowing in only a bikini, shouting, "Free the scribbles!" at the top of my lungs and knocking over three trash cans before I was subdued by my older brother. I was in Connecticut, by the way, spending the holidays with my friends." I nearly choked with laughter. "This only happened last year," she added. I laughed even harder. Imagining her doing what she said she had done was hilarious.

Slowly, I stopped. "Sorry. I haven't laughed that hard since Guy dyed Jesse's hair pink!" She nodded with understanding. "What's your favorite food?" she asked. "Spaghetti and meatballs," I answered automatically. "I like sushi, miso, fried noodles. Basically anything Japanese," said Wynry.

"Well, then, exactly how tall are you Wynry?" It was a stupid question, but I wanted to know all I could.

She smirked. "What kind of question is that? I'm five-nine, last I checked. Call me Wynn, Adam." And so began our game of Twenty Questions. I learned a lot about Wynn during the ride, mostly all her favorites. Halfway through, she pulled out her CD player and put in a disc. I decided to read. She was listening to it intently, like someone was speaking to her. She took a small sip from her water bottle, and spit it out a millisecond later, coughing and sputtering. The headphones had fallen off her ears, so I could hear someone say, "Great, Kailei. Now she's probably unconscious. You know how she gets when you…" I patted her back until she calmed down and put the headphones back on, mumbling out a thanks and cursing the people she was listening to. "Idiotic, stupid people. It's nice that you sent me a goodbye present, but you didn't have to say that. I am so going to murder Joelle when I get back."

She looked at me. "Sorry if I'm acting like a complete loon. My friends sent me a recording of their teary goodbyes. The thing is as long as a normal CD, like an hour. I love my buds and all, but it's not like I'm not going to see them again."

"No! It's ok. I wouldn't say you were acting like one. You sure you're fine?"

"Absitively posolutely, Adam," came her cheerful reply. "I'm just going to get an axe and go Saw 3 on them when I get back. Not only on them, but on my family, too. I can't believe we had to move. I like Makai. My grandmother practically owns half of it, so when I grow up I can still live on the plantation. Now I'm stuck in Minnesota, not that I dislike Minnesota, but I've lived there my whole life. All my boards are still there. " She broke out in a grin, showing two rows of pearly white teeth. "At least I'll be close to Haru-chan. She lives in Edina, you know. So will I!"

My jaw dropped. "No way! You live in Edina! I live in Edina, too! I remember seeing four moving trucks pulling up on my street. The last things I saw were a billion pets."

Wynn sighed. "That's us. One python, one tarantula, three cats, five white mice, three dogs, a swearing parrot, a naked mole rat, two guinea pigs, and a hamster. Our front lawn is gonna be so messy!" She shuddered. "That's what happens when your grandmother gives you a pet for your third birthday."

"I have a puppy and a guinea pig named Yumiko. My puppy's name is Tohru, but I sometimes call her Lucky." She fell silent.

We went through the usual airport routine before being led out to two vans that would take us to where we were going. I got placed on the same van as Wynn. 'Yes!' I thought excitedly as I took my seat beside her. She looked up. "Let me guess. Switched with Connie, right?"

I blushed, shaking my head. "N-no! I just wanted to sit here, that's all." She nodded, and turned on her CD player. She started bobbing her head and dancing in her seat like nobody's business. Fortunately, Connie, Guy, Dwayne, Julie, and Ken were also riding with us, so I had someone else to talk to. Connie and Guy were having a quiet conversation, and Dwayne was chatting with Julie. Ken was asleep. 'There goes that theory.'

Wynn curled up in her seat, her forehead pressed against the window, singing softly to herself. She had a lovely singing voice, even though I could barely hear her. It wasn't even in English, but it was god just the same. The sunlight made her face glow, and suddenly it was getting very hot very fast. I gulped. Curse my stupid emotions. I had thought I had gotten control over them.

'Nope. You will never control us! Buwahhhhhh!'

Guy chose to look back at that moment and this is what he saw: a red-faced, wide-eyed Adam Banks staring at an oblivious Wynn. He poked Connie, and she stared at me too. This was so embarrassing. "You ok, Banks?" she asked. I blinked and shook my head. No, I was not ok! I was head-over-heels, in-twelve-feet-over-my-head, shoot-me-and-I'll-die-a-happy-man, over-the-moon-and-around-the-corner in love with this girl I just met! The worst part was that everyone was finding out, and she wasn't even paying attention!

But I couldn't say that to them. "I'll be fine, Connie." Wynn looked up, worry written on her face. "What's the matter, Adam?" she asked. I could've died right there from the way she said my name. Oh gods, what was happening to me? My body was betraying me; I had no control over my thoughts anymore. I felt my face flush even redder, but I stammered, "I-I'm fine. No need to worry."

She reached over and laid a cool palm on my forehead! My heart pounded and my breath hitched in my throat. "You feel hot. You should rest, or take some aspirin. I've got some, if you need any. " She produced a small jar of Aspirin. I shook my head beneath her hand. 'Think thoughts that aren't about her, Adam. Think about seeing something really gross,' my mind told me. My first non-Wynry thought was of seeing Charlie dressed like a girl for Halloween. My face cleared and I could breath again. "I'm fine, Wynn. It's ok," I said quietly. She didn't believe me; I knew she didn't, not by the way she bit her lip and nodded uncertainly. "Take the pills just in case. We can't have you getting sick on us, now can we?"

I nodded weakly and took the bottle from her hand. She sat back in her seat and turned away; I pocketed the medicine with a small smile; and Connie and Guy winked and grinned at me. I knew what they were thinking: 'Cake eater's finally gonna get a girlfriend!' Maybe they were right.

Maybe it was time for me to finally get a girlfriend.