I'm suprised. I acually got reviews that weren't flames. Thank you, thank you. Now to give you something. That's right, another chapter. I promise this story is going to get better. So enough talking and on to more angust.
Disclaimers: Don't own The Mighty Ducks.
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Pain. That's what fulton Reed felt. Pain. All up and down his body. Every now and then it would go away but not this time. He heard voices but didn't see faces. Where was he? What happened? Questions raced threw his head. He heard his name being called but it sounded so close.
"Fult. Fult wake up." Fulton felt his world shake. What was going on? He opened one eye slowly and then the other. He waited till his eye's focused on two people over him. Charlie was to his right, and the shake was brought by Portman. "Bout time Fult."
"What happened?"
"You passed out," Charlie said. Fulton tryed to get up but his head started to spin. He layed back down and closed his eyes. He felt a cool hand on his forhead. He opened on eye and saw Gordon.
"Feeling any better?"
"How am I suppose to feel?" came his replie. He then relized where he was. He was in his and Portman's dorm. Charlie got up and got Fulton's water bottle. He handed it to Fulton, who took it.
"What do you remember?" Gordon asked.
"All I remember was hearing Portman and Charlie."
"What did you have to eat or drink?"
"Pizza and water."
"That's all?"
"Yep," Portman said. He got up and went to his bed.
"Well, you will be alright. Doctors took some test and we should get them back tomorrow. So all you have to do is lay here and rest," Gordon said. He stood up and left. When he closed the door Fulton looked at Charlie and Portman.
"What just happened?"
"Don't ask us," Portman said. "When he heard us yelling for help he came and something must have clicked inside that head of his."
"I'll say. I better go. I have to tell the rest of the team that you're okay." Charlie got up and left as well. Leaveing the two bash brothers alone. Portman layed down on his bed but didn't close his eye's.
"You okay?" Fulton asked. He managed to sit up but that's all.
"I'm fine. You better get some sleep. We have a game tomorrow." He rolled over and looked liked he fell asleep. Fulton thought he was asleep so he layed down and fell asleep. Portman waited for ten minutes. When all he could hear was his and Fultons breathing he rolled back over. He must have fell asleep casue he woke up to someone shaking him. He looked up and saw Fulton.
"Now you know what I felt when you did that to me," Fulton smiled.
"You're up."
"Been up. Are you ready?" Fulton walked away from Portman's bed and went to his own. Portman got up and yawned.
"How ya feel?"
"Like nothing happened." Fulton got up and grabbed his water bottle as well as Portman's and filled them up. The two bash brothers walked down the stairs and meet up with Goldberg, Connie, and Averman. They walked to the bus and sat down. the rest of the team came in and sat and talk started. soon Gordon came on and looked at everyone.
"We go against Germany and I want you all to know, that no matter what happens, I won't get on your cases."
"Does this mean no more Captine Blood?" Averman piped up. Laughter was heard all over.
"For now," was Gordon's replie. When they got to their locker room more talk was heard.
"Can we trust him?" Jessi asked.
"Jessi, come on. He means it," Dwyan (did I spell his name right?) said.
They all skated to the ring and the game was on. Portman and Fulton sat near Germany's team. Portman looked over at Fulton and they both got ready for their turn on the ice. All Gordon had to say was Portman and Fulton go and they were both out there.
"He seems to be fine now," Charlie said to Gordon.
"I know. He might have caught a bug or something," said Gordon. They watched as Portman and Fulton push Germany's men everywhere and made room for Adam to shoot. The game was over. 1-0. USA win. They now go on to the last team. Iceland. dun dun dun.
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I know, I know, that was not really good but hey, I wrote this out on paper at work. Any who, Sorry to say but Russ won't be in this one. Team USA are going against Iceland like that. I can't remember which team they played against after Germany. Sue me.
Disclaimers: Don't own The Mighty Ducks.
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Pain. That's what fulton Reed felt. Pain. All up and down his body. Every now and then it would go away but not this time. He heard voices but didn't see faces. Where was he? What happened? Questions raced threw his head. He heard his name being called but it sounded so close.
"Fult. Fult wake up." Fulton felt his world shake. What was going on? He opened one eye slowly and then the other. He waited till his eye's focused on two people over him. Charlie was to his right, and the shake was brought by Portman. "Bout time Fult."
"What happened?"
"You passed out," Charlie said. Fulton tryed to get up but his head started to spin. He layed back down and closed his eyes. He felt a cool hand on his forhead. He opened on eye and saw Gordon.
"Feeling any better?"
"How am I suppose to feel?" came his replie. He then relized where he was. He was in his and Portman's dorm. Charlie got up and got Fulton's water bottle. He handed it to Fulton, who took it.
"What do you remember?" Gordon asked.
"All I remember was hearing Portman and Charlie."
"What did you have to eat or drink?"
"Pizza and water."
"That's all?"
"Yep," Portman said. He got up and went to his bed.
"Well, you will be alright. Doctors took some test and we should get them back tomorrow. So all you have to do is lay here and rest," Gordon said. He stood up and left. When he closed the door Fulton looked at Charlie and Portman.
"What just happened?"
"Don't ask us," Portman said. "When he heard us yelling for help he came and something must have clicked inside that head of his."
"I'll say. I better go. I have to tell the rest of the team that you're okay." Charlie got up and left as well. Leaveing the two bash brothers alone. Portman layed down on his bed but didn't close his eye's.
"You okay?" Fulton asked. He managed to sit up but that's all.
"I'm fine. You better get some sleep. We have a game tomorrow." He rolled over and looked liked he fell asleep. Fulton thought he was asleep so he layed down and fell asleep. Portman waited for ten minutes. When all he could hear was his and Fultons breathing he rolled back over. He must have fell asleep casue he woke up to someone shaking him. He looked up and saw Fulton.
"Now you know what I felt when you did that to me," Fulton smiled.
"You're up."
"Been up. Are you ready?" Fulton walked away from Portman's bed and went to his own. Portman got up and yawned.
"How ya feel?"
"Like nothing happened." Fulton got up and grabbed his water bottle as well as Portman's and filled them up. The two bash brothers walked down the stairs and meet up with Goldberg, Connie, and Averman. They walked to the bus and sat down. the rest of the team came in and sat and talk started. soon Gordon came on and looked at everyone.
"We go against Germany and I want you all to know, that no matter what happens, I won't get on your cases."
"Does this mean no more Captine Blood?" Averman piped up. Laughter was heard all over.
"For now," was Gordon's replie. When they got to their locker room more talk was heard.
"Can we trust him?" Jessi asked.
"Jessi, come on. He means it," Dwyan (did I spell his name right?) said.
They all skated to the ring and the game was on. Portman and Fulton sat near Germany's team. Portman looked over at Fulton and they both got ready for their turn on the ice. All Gordon had to say was Portman and Fulton go and they were both out there.
"He seems to be fine now," Charlie said to Gordon.
"I know. He might have caught a bug or something," said Gordon. They watched as Portman and Fulton push Germany's men everywhere and made room for Adam to shoot. The game was over. 1-0. USA win. They now go on to the last team. Iceland. dun dun dun.
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I know, I know, that was not really good but hey, I wrote this out on paper at work. Any who, Sorry to say but Russ won't be in this one. Team USA are going against Iceland like that. I can't remember which team they played against after Germany. Sue me.