Myself or Someone like You

I don't own the Mighty Ducks

Authors: Taiorami, Solis, Selena, Rochelle, and Dimitri.

Summery: The hell that is the Reed Cousins is about to hit Eden Hall and nothing will be the same. Between Fulton, Blair, and Damien everything the Ducks have faced so far will be a cakewalk.

Warnings: Slash, language, drug use, violence, original characters, and…such.

Tai: HAH! I was finally able to get into the part of my computer that 'died' a few years back. The stories shall live and return! That's right, flooding the Ducks section with Slash once again, but with more help and less chance of sanity. College hasn't mellowed me in the least, so…lets get cracking. Blair belongs to Dimitri and tends go where Damien does.

Dimitri: Eh…belongs to is a really…strong term. More like he lives in my head and curses at me if I don't obey his every command.

Tai: …kinky.

Dimitri: A little.

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Prelude

Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly

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Charlie, Adam, and Portman were hovering outside of the Health room, annoyed looks on all three boys' faces. This was without a doubt the most annoying class of the day. They were counting the days until second semester when they finally switched over to gym class. Unfortunately they were only a few days into the beginning of their junior year so it went without saying that the next few months would drag.

Fulton came walking down the hall, looking decidedly cheerful. He was also without his books and the essay on the effects of smoking on the respiratory system they'd been forced to write as a review for the year before. It would have been a lot easier had they paid attention in class the year before and knew the difference between Respiratory and Reproductive system, but…well they didn't.

"Why are you so damn happy?" Portman asked. Fulton could understadn the confusion, as he was less that academically inclinded and was more likely to skip class than look happy to attend.

"I have a feeling I'll be called out of class before the teacher has a chance to collect those essays."

Charlie raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sure you will. I have a feeling too."

"Oh?" Adam asked, glancing over at the other boy.

"Yeah, I have a feeling Fulton's gonna get blasted for not doing his homework already." Charlie nodded sagely, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Mock while you can non-believers." Fulton said, looking confident before sliding in the class. The other three trailed in just as the bell rang. They were headed to their seats in the back when the phone in the front of the class rang. Mr. Gavin sighed and walked over to the phone that connected all of the rooms and the office. It was supposedly easier then sending people to go get a student or having an intercom system.

"Hello? Yes he's here…okay. Fulton come up here." Gavin looked a little disappointed at this development. His three friends watched with unconcealed envy as Fulton walked up to the teacher and accepted a pass. He waved then slid out of the classroom.

He already knew what was going on of course, but any chance to get out of Health was like a gift from god. That class was truly evil. And the teacher…well, he and Portman would have loved to show Mr. Gavin what the Bash Brothers were all about.

It took a few minutes to navigate the many halls and winding paths to the office. He got there and the receptionist smiled sweetly and waved him into the main office. He wondered if it was sad that most of the faculty actually sucked up to him and the rest of the team, now that they were the stars of Eden Hall and all that good stuff.

The Dean was sitting in his chair, a slightly nervous look on his face. Fulton sat down in the chair across from him.

"You wanted me?"

"Uh, yes." The man coughed. "We recently received an application from two teens in Georgia, a bit later that I'd normally look at but they both listed yourself as a character reference and well…I need to ask you a few things about them. Do you know Damien Reed and Blair Cassidy?"

Fulton nodded. "My cousins. Great students, wonderful grades. I'd really like having Dai around here, used to help me with my studying and it's be awful if my grades went down. Blair too, they're really great motivators."

"Oh." There was a short pause. Fulton hid a smirk. Yeah, this ranked as sad. He wondered if he could get a TV or something if he tried hard enough. For educational programming and…that kind of stuff.

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A few hours later found Fulton on the phone, reporting back on his 'mission'. "Yeah, you two are pretty much in. I told you, I hinted that my grades might slip and he practically offered to pay for your plane tickets."

"You manipulative bastard." The voice on the other end was light and had an almost soothing quality to it. "I've taught you so well."

"You taught him?" The other was raspy and, like that of a few smokers that Fulton knew. One would never guess the person was only 16. "You?"

"Of course B. Who is more adept at pouting and getting their way than I?"

"You mean who's a bigger Daddy's Girl?" Fulton asked, rolling his eyes though neither could see it. "No one Damien, no one."

"Exactly my point. Mock now, but when this Daddy's Girl gets a car for his sevententh birthday you'll be begging to know my secrets."

"Your delusions of grandeur never cease to amaze me."

"Ah, poor Blair, so naïve." Fulton laughed, leaning against the wall. He loved talking to these two; something about the easy way they teased and were never afraid of what he might say just put him at ease. Having them in Minnesota was a dream come true, not to mention in school with him. It'd been almost…nine years since they'd been in school together, since his parents moved north.

Things were about to change and he couldn't wait.

"So, how'd Kyle take the news you were leaving?" There was a slight hitch in the breathing of one of his cousins and then a long silence on both ends. He could almost imagine Damien and Blair exchanging looks while Blair bit his bottom lip and Damien twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "Damien?"

"We…Kyle and I aren't talking anymore. Since the summer."

"Way to keep me informed." Kyle had been Damien's 'boyfriend', as much as anyone could be to any boy with a severely overprotective father could be, for about a year and a half and his crush for a lot longer than that. Fulton had known him since he was a kid, since he'd lived down the road from where Fulton's family once had.

"Eh. Don't worry about it." Blair said, voice a touch strained. "After all, you can't expected our Damien to be pinned to one guy now that he's finally busting out of here, can you?"

"I suppose not." He said, letting it slide for the time being. It was rare that his cousins didn't tell him something and even rarer when they blatantly hid something, but it would keep until they arrived.

Two weeks from now and he'd have all the time in the world with them.

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This prelude will, at some point, be edited. Honest. We promise.