///AN: This is my first Mighty Ducks fic, or the first part anyway. I dont usually make multi-part fics becuase I dont usually get around to finishing them, oops, but I had this part done and I really wanted to post it and get feedback. Please tell me if you like it, or what you'd like to happen, I havent entirely planned out whats going to happen, so who knows. ^^;;
Also, thanks to my lovely beta Kuria Dalmatia, thanks for not hitting me when I make the smae mistake 5 times.
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Truth of the Past
Part 1
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It was the last class of the day and Charlie couldn't wait to get out of History. But, of course, they had a quiz in it the week before and now their teacher, Mrs. Wilson, was handing them back. As she gave each student his or her paper, she made some sort of comment. There was the 'good job' and 'wonderful' and then the occasional 'not your best work'. Charlie was praying for any of these.
"Charlie," she began, "see me after class." The four most dreaded words in a student's vocabulary. So what if he had a C in the class? That grade was high enough to stay on the team. Besides, when did anyone need History in real life anyway? It had already happened.
When the bell finally rang, he slowly walked up to Mrs. Wilson's desk, only to find that another student was standing in front of it too. He looked up to see that it was the quiet Goth girl, Laverna. /Great, she's probably here to get bitched at too, and now she'll know that I've failed the past 5 quizzes in this god-forsaken class... She'll probably spread it about the school. Just great./
"Laverna, this is Charlie, and I want you to help him study for the unit test. Understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
/Wow, so she does speak.../ Charlie tried to cover his surprise, her voice was so soft and quiet, so unlike the person whom it came from. Charlie wouldn't be surprised if he had imagined it.
"Charlie?" Mrs. Wilson asked.
"Yes, understood." /Okay, this officially sucks./
"You're dismissed."
The two of them left and Charlie spoke up. "So, studying..."
"Yeah, your room?"
"Okay." When the two of them finally reached the room Charlie and Adam shared, he was a nervous wreck. Practically everyone was afraid of Laverna. She was pretty tall, and she towered over half the students at Eden Hall. Laverna almost always wore black and had a black studded choker. The scariest thing to most of the students was her hair. At the moment, it was dyed black with burgundy streaks. She was the complete opposite of all of the other students at Eden Hall. Among the preppie rich kids that packed the halls she stood out more than even Fulton and Portman. Everyone thought she was a druggie and tried to stay out of her way.
About half an hour into their study-session, which mostly consisted of silence, Charlie decided to speak.
"Umm...?" Or, not speak...
Laverna looked up and quirked her eyebrow. "Yes?"
Just then Adam walked in, saving Charlie from further conversation.
"Hello?" Adam looked a little shocked, which didn't surprise Charlie at all.
/Ah yes Adam, always the polite one.../
"Hey." Laverna, woman of many words...
"Hey Adam, we were just studying," Charlie offered by way of explanation. "Apparently Mrs. Wilson doesn't like it that I've got a C in her class."
"Ah."
"So, Laverna, this is Adam. Adam, this is Laverna." /Way to go Charlie, way to state the obvious./
Laverna and Adam looked uncomfortable until Fulton and Portman ran into the room.
"Hey, man! What's up? Banks was supposed to tell you to come on down, and we're going to play a game," Portman said, oblivious to Charlie's guest.
Charlie looked to Laverna as if asking permission. When she nodded, he bolted up. "Thanks!" Gathered his stuff and ran out the door. When everybody but Adam and Laverna had left, she began to clean up.
"So," Adam began.
"You know, people have been doing that allot to me lately." Laverna stated.
"What? Running out? Or not forming a coherent train of thought?"
"Both. Eh, understandable I guess. So, let me see, you want me to leave?" she asked, curious about his response.
"Doesn't really matter. Captain Spazway has forbidden me from joining in any games this week, so I could use a little company."
"And why can't you play?"
"Some varsity player hit my wrist, and it hurts like a bitch. I broke it awhile back and it's acting up."
"Ah."
"Its been awhile.." Adam said sorrowfully.
"Yeah, it has."
~~~
"Who was that?" Fulton asked as the three of them walked to the rink.
"I guess my tutor. I've got a C in History," Charlie responded. It didn't seem to bother him that he happened to be studying with one of the most feared girls on campus.
"You know she scares the shit out of people, right?" Even Portman seemed worried, even though they all knew that he could take her.
Charlie rolled his eyes, "And do you know everyone's afraid of you two?"
"Well, that's different. We're supposed to be feared," Fulton said, trying to defend himself.
"Yeah man. We're the big bad enforcers," Portman said while flexing.
"Okay, okay. Whatever."
~~~
Charlie was laying in bed that night thinking. He couldn't sleep and was letting his mind wander over the day's events. He had decided that he really didn't mind too much that he had to study with Laverna. It could have been worse; he could be stuck with a prep or a cheerleader.
At first he thought he was hearing things, but it soon got louder. "No, no! Stop! I'm not like that! Stop! Please, no!"
Adam was having a nightmare, and a particularly frightening one at that.
"Adam! Adam, wake up!" As Charlie tried to shake Adam awake he got hit several times. "Come on man! Wake up!"
Charlie saw Adam's eyes open and noted the look of realization in them when he saw Charlie clutching his arm.
"Charlie! I'm so sorry, what happened?"
"Eh, you were having a bad dream, and you hit me while trying to wake you up. I never knew you had such a good right hook..." Charlie responded, with just a slight amount of pain in his voice. "You want to tell me what your dream was about?"
Charlie saw Adam shake his head and then thought he heard Adam mutter something, it sounded a bit like "It wasn't a dream."
end part 1
///Please review, this is my first MD fic and I'm really not sure about it... I'll probably have some more up over the weekend, unless you all hate it *sobs*///
Also, thanks to my lovely beta Kuria Dalmatia, thanks for not hitting me when I make the smae mistake 5 times.
///
Truth of the Past
Part 1
~~~
It was the last class of the day and Charlie couldn't wait to get out of History. But, of course, they had a quiz in it the week before and now their teacher, Mrs. Wilson, was handing them back. As she gave each student his or her paper, she made some sort of comment. There was the 'good job' and 'wonderful' and then the occasional 'not your best work'. Charlie was praying for any of these.
"Charlie," she began, "see me after class." The four most dreaded words in a student's vocabulary. So what if he had a C in the class? That grade was high enough to stay on the team. Besides, when did anyone need History in real life anyway? It had already happened.
When the bell finally rang, he slowly walked up to Mrs. Wilson's desk, only to find that another student was standing in front of it too. He looked up to see that it was the quiet Goth girl, Laverna. /Great, she's probably here to get bitched at too, and now she'll know that I've failed the past 5 quizzes in this god-forsaken class... She'll probably spread it about the school. Just great./
"Laverna, this is Charlie, and I want you to help him study for the unit test. Understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson."
/Wow, so she does speak.../ Charlie tried to cover his surprise, her voice was so soft and quiet, so unlike the person whom it came from. Charlie wouldn't be surprised if he had imagined it.
"Charlie?" Mrs. Wilson asked.
"Yes, understood." /Okay, this officially sucks./
"You're dismissed."
The two of them left and Charlie spoke up. "So, studying..."
"Yeah, your room?"
"Okay." When the two of them finally reached the room Charlie and Adam shared, he was a nervous wreck. Practically everyone was afraid of Laverna. She was pretty tall, and she towered over half the students at Eden Hall. Laverna almost always wore black and had a black studded choker. The scariest thing to most of the students was her hair. At the moment, it was dyed black with burgundy streaks. She was the complete opposite of all of the other students at Eden Hall. Among the preppie rich kids that packed the halls she stood out more than even Fulton and Portman. Everyone thought she was a druggie and tried to stay out of her way.
About half an hour into their study-session, which mostly consisted of silence, Charlie decided to speak.
"Umm...?" Or, not speak...
Laverna looked up and quirked her eyebrow. "Yes?"
Just then Adam walked in, saving Charlie from further conversation.
"Hello?" Adam looked a little shocked, which didn't surprise Charlie at all.
/Ah yes Adam, always the polite one.../
"Hey." Laverna, woman of many words...
"Hey Adam, we were just studying," Charlie offered by way of explanation. "Apparently Mrs. Wilson doesn't like it that I've got a C in her class."
"Ah."
"So, Laverna, this is Adam. Adam, this is Laverna." /Way to go Charlie, way to state the obvious./
Laverna and Adam looked uncomfortable until Fulton and Portman ran into the room.
"Hey, man! What's up? Banks was supposed to tell you to come on down, and we're going to play a game," Portman said, oblivious to Charlie's guest.
Charlie looked to Laverna as if asking permission. When she nodded, he bolted up. "Thanks!" Gathered his stuff and ran out the door. When everybody but Adam and Laverna had left, she began to clean up.
"So," Adam began.
"You know, people have been doing that allot to me lately." Laverna stated.
"What? Running out? Or not forming a coherent train of thought?"
"Both. Eh, understandable I guess. So, let me see, you want me to leave?" she asked, curious about his response.
"Doesn't really matter. Captain Spazway has forbidden me from joining in any games this week, so I could use a little company."
"And why can't you play?"
"Some varsity player hit my wrist, and it hurts like a bitch. I broke it awhile back and it's acting up."
"Ah."
"Its been awhile.." Adam said sorrowfully.
"Yeah, it has."
~~~
"Who was that?" Fulton asked as the three of them walked to the rink.
"I guess my tutor. I've got a C in History," Charlie responded. It didn't seem to bother him that he happened to be studying with one of the most feared girls on campus.
"You know she scares the shit out of people, right?" Even Portman seemed worried, even though they all knew that he could take her.
Charlie rolled his eyes, "And do you know everyone's afraid of you two?"
"Well, that's different. We're supposed to be feared," Fulton said, trying to defend himself.
"Yeah man. We're the big bad enforcers," Portman said while flexing.
"Okay, okay. Whatever."
~~~
Charlie was laying in bed that night thinking. He couldn't sleep and was letting his mind wander over the day's events. He had decided that he really didn't mind too much that he had to study with Laverna. It could have been worse; he could be stuck with a prep or a cheerleader.
At first he thought he was hearing things, but it soon got louder. "No, no! Stop! I'm not like that! Stop! Please, no!"
Adam was having a nightmare, and a particularly frightening one at that.
"Adam! Adam, wake up!" As Charlie tried to shake Adam awake he got hit several times. "Come on man! Wake up!"
Charlie saw Adam's eyes open and noted the look of realization in them when he saw Charlie clutching his arm.
"Charlie! I'm so sorry, what happened?"
"Eh, you were having a bad dream, and you hit me while trying to wake you up. I never knew you had such a good right hook..." Charlie responded, with just a slight amount of pain in his voice. "You want to tell me what your dream was about?"
Charlie saw Adam shake his head and then thought he heard Adam mutter something, it sounded a bit like "It wasn't a dream."
end part 1
///Please review, this is my first MD fic and I'm really not sure about it... I'll probably have some more up over the weekend, unless you all hate it *sobs*///