DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mighty Ducks. They belong to Disney. I don't own any direct quotes in here, either. I do, however, own Kaley Bombay, Kestle Carter, and whoever else wasn't in the movies. But I don't make money from them.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: When you read the summary, I bet you thought Hm, this sounds an awful lot like D2. Well, it is-D2 with Kaley in it. But I played with it a little. I added a subplot, added a few scenes, deleted a few scenes, and changed some things around. In this story, about two years have passed since the start of A New Life. I've tried not to totally rip off the movie. I have never read the book version of D2 (but I'm working on finding it) and any similarities between this and the book are total coincidence. OK? And I spent many an hour with my small TV/VCR, remote control, and laptop to copy the script so I could write this. I did my best, but it probably won't be perfect. And I'm not a hockey encyclopedia, so the hockey scenes may seem a little awkward. Again, I'm doing my best.
RATED: PG because the movie is PG.
ARCHIVES: Flying Proud, all others ask.
A NEW TEAM – PROLOGUE
Gordon Bombay lowered his face shield and skated towards center ice for the face-off. At thirty-two, he was far older than most minor league hockey players. Several of his teammates had affectionately dubbed him "Old Man Bombay", as most of them were ten years his junior.
The referee dropped the puck, and Gordon took it with ease. Triple-deking past the opposing team, he shot it into their goal, making the score five to two. As he glided back into his own zone, one of the opposing players checked him hard. As Gordon collapsed to the ice, he felt pain shoot from his knee right down to his ankle.
"Gordon!" One of his teammates, Michael Lemieux, said. "Gordo! Hey! You OK?"
Gordon grabbed his knee and pulled it to his chest.
"Coach!" Michael yelled.
"Bombay? You injured?" Came Coach Davis' gruff voice.
Injured? Gordon thought. Yeah, I'm injured. I'm not doing this because I feel like it!
"Ref!" Davis called. "Get the paramedics. This one's hurt bad!"
"Just hang on, Gordo, OK?" Michael said, removing Gordon's helmet. "All right? You're gonna be fine."