Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Ducks. I wish I did but I don't. I own the characters you don't recognize and I gave a first name to Mr. Hall.

A/N: If you read Lightning In The Sky, I'm sorry this is a week late...heh. I really hope you all like this, it's going to be quite different from my past stuff. Enjoy.

Guy was seven when his family moved from St. Paul, Minnesota to a neighborhood on the far of side Minneapolis. He threw a fit when his parents told him his dad had gotten transferred to a different department of his work causing the need for them to all move. Guy's younger brothers were too young to really care about them moving. Guy didn't want to leave all his friends behind, but his parents just told him he'd make new friends, and they weren't moving all that far away. He didn't believe them; his friends' families were all rich just like his. They liked him for him not for what he could give them. Guy didn't want kids to find out his family was rich and try to be his friend for that. He learned through his parents that people will use you.

Guy Germaine sighed as he watched the sign saying, "You're now leaving St. Paul" flash pass him in the backseat of his family's car. He slumped down in his seat in between his two brothers. Corin, his five year old brother kicked him.

The leather of the seat squeaked underneath Guy when he jerked. "What was that for?"

Corin glanced over at his parents. Their dad was squinting through the windshield at the road and their mom was trying to straighten out a map, both completely oblivious to their kids in the backseat.

"There's no room back here!" Taking off his jacket he added, "And it's hot in here!"

Guy helped Corin and pulled the jacket threw the seat belt. "Seth's stupid car seat takes up a lot of room. You know that! The heaters on, cause it's snowing outside. Duh."

"That's stupid."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

Mrs. Germaine turned and strained to look at her sons, "Boys, quit fighting."

Corin grumbled, "He started it."

"I don't care who started it just stop." She turned her gaze to Guy as she said, "Behave."

Guy's the oldest brother and his friends have told him he should be the one picking on Corin not the other way around. His friend Jacob has an older brother and he always gets Jacob into trouble. Ever since Guy can remember Corin has been getting him into trouble.

Guy turned away from Corin and stared forward at the windshield just like his father. The snow was coming down hard but they were driving slowly to be safe.

"How much longer till we get there?" Guy asked, he had to admit he was getting restless.

"I'm not even sure I know where we are." Mr. Germaine said. "Hey, the snow is starting to let up."

"Whoop de do."

"Corin."

"Sorry."

"Honey, isn't that it?" Mrs. Germaine pointed to a two story house with Guy thought green shutters, but later when he got out he saw that they were a faded blue-green color.

"We found it!" He pulled into the narrow driveway the house offered. The two boys jumped out of the car eager to stretch their legs after being in traffic longer then it should have took to have reached their new home.

With a loud SLAM Guy shut the car door behind him as he slid out. His mother heaved a sigh of annoyance, but walked around the car to get out her youngest son from his car seat.

Guy looked at the small shed along side the driveway. Mr. Germaine saw him looking, "Hey, boys do you want to see the tool shed?"

They nodded. "Sure."

"Guys, I'm going to change Seth, maybe put him down for his nap." Mrs. Germaine said.

"Okay."

"It's cold." Corin complained.

"When we get into the house we'll put the heater on." They entered the shed, it was dark. Mr. Germaine pulled on a string and the room lighted up. "The past owners left this stuff here."

In the farthest corner from them were snow shovels, a rake, and a pair of old brooms. On the wall was a shelf holding a hockey stick and a couple of old coffee cans.

"What's that thing?" Corin asked, stepping towards it to get a better look.

"A hockey stick," Guy replied he looked at his dad unsure. "right?"

"Right. It's pretty old though. I'll probably throw it away when I get the time to clean up in here." He shrugged. "Come on, you guys are going to love the house."

Guy looked back at the hockey stick it didn't look old to him.

On the way to the house Mr. Germaine said, "Now, I know it's not on the same level as our old house but it's homey."

The house was smaller then their old house, but it was also older. Inside some of the rooms the wallpaper was starting to peel.

Later that day, Mrs. Germaine told her family she'd start to fix the house. She wanted to paint the rooms and maybe take out the old carpet. After showing the boys their new home, Mr. Germaine suggested the boys take a walk with him.

"Count me out. It's too cold outside." Corin said.

Mr. Germaine looked at Guy, he shrugged. "I'm in."

The father and son bundled in heavy jackets walked around their new neighborhood. The clouds cast a shadow over everything, but the snow from earlier was starting to disappear slowly.

Fifteen minutes after they started walking Guy pointed ahead. Crossing in the middle of the road were about half a dozen kids with three women and a man.

"We should introduce ourselves." Mr. Germaine said. "You could meet some new friends!"

The group of people reached them and a woman younger then he greeted Mr. Germaine. "Hi, I'm Casey Conway!" She reached out her hand to shake his.

"Hello! I'm Roger Germaine. This is Guy."

"Guy? What kind of name is that?" said one of the boys. He had light brown hair and was just ever so slightly plump.

The only man of the group scowled at the boy. "You'll have to excuse Karp, he doesn't think before he speaks."

Guy heard the red headed boy whisper to what had to be one of the man's sons, "He doesn't think at all!"

"I'm Earl Hall. These are my boys Jesse and Terry." Terry grinned at Guy but Jesse only nodded. "My wife, Clara."

Clara stood tall over everyone wearing a kerchief to cover her head. "Hi."

"We just moved here from St. Paul. There are five of us. My wife and our two youngest sons are at the house right now." Roger explained, "Guy and I thought we'd take a walk around."

"We were going to take the kids to the park." Casey said. "You can come with us if you want."

"Can we dad?" Guy asked. He looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sure, but we can't stay long. Corin is probably bugging your mom." Roger chuckled. The two joined the others and began walking to the park. "Do you usually go to the park?"

The kids fell well behind the adults when Clara responded, "We try to take the kids a few times a week." She glanced over her shoulder at the kids. "Some of their parents don't give a damn about them."

"Oh."

"You wouldn't believe some of the things their parents have done. We try to keep the kids out of trouble. We might not live in the best area for raising kids, but we try." Casey said earnestly.

"I knew I should have brought a hat. It's starting to snow, again!" The balding man complained. Snow was falling on his dark skin covering his head.

The third woman who hadn't spoke before reassured Earl. "Don't worry it won't last long." She spoke with an accent that Guy had never heard. He later found out her family had been from Oregon.

Guy walked with the other children. They were all about his age and they were exactly why Guy didn't want to move. They didn't have money like him. They probably would only want to be his friend because of that.

"Hello Guy. I'm Charlie!" Charlie bounced next to him, "You're new? Goldberg's new too! He's from Pennsylvania!"

Goldberg waved at Guy. "Hi."

The only girl of the group almost tripped when she walked too close to the curb.

"Are you okay?" Guy asked her.

She glared at him before she snapped, "I'm fine."

"Um, sorry?" Guy didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected her to show him hostility.

The red head, Guy had heard Jesse call him Averman said, "Don't worry about her, Connie's fun most of time but when she gets like that we call her 'The Velvet Hammer'."

"I think it's a girl thing or something." Karp shrugged. Connie pushed him down. "Erin, Connie pushed me down!" Karp struggled to get up.

"Wow." Guy muttered to himself only Goldberg heard him. "Tell me about it."

Erin whirled around. "Connie what did I tell you about being mean to the boys?"

"Not to do it." mumbled the girl.

Erin smiled at her, "Exactly."

They reached the park just as the snow stopped. Connie's mom, Erin, smirked at Mr. Hall.

"There is a pond at the park?" Mr. Germaine asked in disbelief.

Clara nodded, "When it freezes the kids like to play skate and play hockey on it."

"You guys play hockey?" Guy questioned. Maybe he could play with them with that stick in the shed.

Charlie shrugged. "We play sometimes, but we don't have enough people to play a good game. You could play with us!"

Jesse groaned. Terry shook his head at his brother. "Charlie, I really don't think this cake-eater knows how to play hockey."

Guy blinked. Cake-eater?

"Jesse, we barely even know how to skate! He should be given a chance, it's only fair." Connie said. Surprised, Guy gawked at her. First she snapped at him and now she was defending him? What?

"Whatever."

"You know what I think?" Averman cocked his head to one side. His friends stared at him. "If we let Guy play with us we'd have to teach him stop staring at Connie."

Guy hadn't realized he was still looking at the girl. Connie blushed.

"I have a question."

"Shoot." Terry told him.

"What is a cake-eater?" Guy frowned with his eyebrows. He couldn't figure out what that term meant.

Karp answered for the others. "It means you're a preppie."

"I'm not." Jesse raised his eyebrows at that comment. "I'm really not. Okay, what would I have to do to make you believe that?"

"Well for one, stop wearing the khakis. Second, just be you and not some rich prep." Charlie suggested.

Guy nodded, "Done." So, they didn't like him because he was rich. That was new to him.

Connie bit her lip and stepped closer to the new boy. "I'm sorry about earlier. I just don't like people thinking I need help."

"I understand." He studied her. She was wearing what looked like to him clothes that could have belonged to a younger sibling. Her medium length hair was tangled and being blown in the light wind. Compared to the others she looked the poorest. Guy grimaced at himself. He shouldn't have thought that. What gave him the right to judge other people? Her russet colored eyes surveyed him as his did her. "I think you have beautiful eyes." It just came out, he didn't mean for it to. But it was too late.

Red spots appeared on her cheeks, "You do?"

"Yes, I do."

Averman clapped Guy on the shoulder. "Boys it looks like Guy likes Connie." The guys laughed at Averman's comment. He tried not to look at her but his eyes kept slipping back to her face.

"Guy, we better get home." Mr. Germaine told him from a few yards away.

"Okay, dad." Guy turned to his new friends, "I'll see you guys later." He waved at them as him and his father walked away.

"Bye, Guy!" His friends yelled from behind him. His friends. He had actually made friends on his first day in Minneapolis.