DISCLAIMER: Nope, not mine. Never has been, and probably never will be. No, not making any money from this.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's yet another Gordon POV fic...seems to be a pattern here, doesn't there? I don't plan to continue the part at the end, at least not now. Maybe I will later. But if you want to write a continuation, by all means feel free.
RATED: G
ARCHIVES: The Mighty Ducks Rule, all others ask first.
A DUCKY CHRISTMAS
"Practice is over, kids!" I called to my hockey team, The Ducks. "Remember, you get the next two weeks off for Christmas break!"
I reached into my pocket and fingered the small box in there. That little box held something precious, something that was going to change my life forever. But before I could think about it more, someone grabbed me from behind and blindfolded me.
"Hey!" I barked. "Who is this? What do you want?"
"Just me, Coach." Said a young voice.
"Averman?" I guessed.
"Yup." Averman said.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see." Averman said.
"Averman, if you're behind this, I don't *want* to see." I said.
There was no response, just giggles from my team as I felt something winding around my legs.
"Oh, no, what is this?" I asked. It was winding around my arms and upper body now, too. Someone was hanging something from the sleeve of my sweater. Something silky was hanging from my fingertips. When I moved my hand to see what it was, my hand was slapped out of the way.
"Don't, Coach!" That sounded like Connie. "You'll ruin it!"
"Ruin *what?*" I asked in exasperation. But nobody answered.
"Charlie, I'm-oh, no, Gordon!" Great, just great. That was Casey Conway, Charlie's mother.
"Looks great, huh, Mom?" Charlie giggled.
"You guys are awful!" Casey laughed.
"PEOPLE!" Tammy corrected.
"Oh, yes, Goldberg, that'll be perfect!" Averman was saying.
I groaned inwardly. Goldberg fastened something to my head. I tried to feel it, but my effort was cut short by Charlie.
"OK, light him up!" Charlie said.
"Light me-" My words were interrupted by Goldberg whipping the blindfold off and Charlie taking a picture. It was then that I realized what they had done: dressed me up like a Christmas tree. The string they'd been winding around me had been multicolored Christmas lights. There were ornaments hanging from my sleeves, and the silky material on my fingers was tinsel. I moved my arms, now that I could, and felt the object on my head. "A menorah?" I guessed.
"Yup." Goldberg said, grinning.
"I should shoot you all." I said, my fingers once again feeling the little box in my pocket.
"You are such a good sport for letting them do this to you." Casey said, walking over to me and kissing me on the cheek.
The Ducks gave a long "Ooooooooh", and I took a deep breath. This was it, this was my chance. I sat Casey down on a bleacher and kneeled as best I could. "Casey. I..." The "speech" I'd prepared completely left me and almost took my nerve with it. I pulled the little box out of my pocket and opened it. "Will you marry me?"
I heard gasps from all The Ducks. Casey took the box and looked at the engagement ring it held. "Gordon..." She said.
"Say yes, Mom!" Charlie begged. "Say yes!"
"Yes!" Casey exclaimed. Then she slid down off the bench and kissed me-Christmas lights, ornaments, tinsel, menorah, and all.
Charlie jumped between us and hugged his mother, then me. "This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!" He said.
"You and me both, Charlie." I said, hugging him back tightly. "You and me both."
