Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might, but I don't own The Mighty Ducks tonight.


Ann Germaine turned to her husband, "Are you sure they'll be okay?"

"They'll be fine. We'll only be out for a couple of hours. What could they possibly get into?" Roger openly said. He watched his wife wipe something from his youngest son's face.

It was Connie's second night at the Germaine's house. She was homesick, she missed her parents. It felt awkward staying with Guy and his family. She felt like an outsider in the perfect family.

"We'll be alright, mom." Guy told her. Ann sighed. She was leaving her children home alone for the first time and it scared her.

Ann walked out of the room with a THUD THUD as her heels hit the floor. "I can't believe the babysitter cancelled." She returned and slipped a bracelet onto her wrist. Roger handed Guy a paper. "If you need us for any reason call the restaurant we'll be at."

"Yes sir."

"I think we're ready to go." Ann said after finding her handbag. "Lock the door behind us. Don't open it for anything. Got it?"

Corin rolled his eyes. "Mom, relax nothing it going to happen. We'll be fine."

Ann's eyes widened at her son's words. "I'm being paranoid again, aren't I?"

"Yes." Seth said. Connie laughed at the young boy's understanding. Seth was only three and he comprehended what was being said and going on.

Roger smiled at the kids. "This will be one of the few nights we let you older kids stay up. I hope you do something useful during the time you have. Guy, at seven put Seth to bed. Dinner is in the fridge in various Tupperware containers. Try not to blow the microwave up."

Corin laughed.

"Okay, I think that's it." He checked the last item on his mental checklist. "Bye kids!"

"Good-bye." Said the four children. The door closed and Corin locked the door. He turned to the others, "Thank god they're gone."

"What?" Connie couldn't get use to Corin's attitude. He was such a cake-eater about everything. Connie had trouble believing he and Guy were brothers.

Corin's hazel eyes twinkled as he said, "Guy said we would have a party."

"Oh no no no! I didn't mean like now. I thought when mom and dad left us home alone we'd be teenagers or something." Guy defended. "No party tonight."

Seth stared questionably at Connie. "Party?"

"Um, like a birthday party. But we're not having one." Connie told him.

"Party poopers."


After finishing their supper Connie helped Guy clean the kitchen while Corin played with Seth.

Connie soaked a paper towel with water from the faucet. "I honestly don't know how you got food all over the microwave."

Her friend shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I'm a cake eater; I rarely have to make my own food."

"You may be a cake eater but you're a cute cake eater."

"Jeeze, thanks."

"You're welcome, honey pie." Connie started giggling.

"Honey pie?"

"You know you like it."

Corin popped his head in the room, "Stop your flirting." He disappeared again and the two could hear Seth's childish laugh. Guy and Connie completed their work in the kitchen and joined his brothers in the living room.

Guy looked at the digital clock on the VCR and saw that it read, "7:05".

"Seth, it's time for you to go to bed."

The three year old whined, "I don't want to go!"

"Come on, Guy! Let him stay up." Corin urged him, "Mom and dad won't ever know."

He thought about it for a minute, "Okay, but for only fifteen minutes."

"Thank-you!" Seth jumped on the couch to where Guy was sitting and put his arms around him.

"You know I bet he's going to be out before then." Connie winked at Guy.

"No I won't!" Seth pouted. "It's only fifteen minutes. I'm not a baby."

"Well we'll see won't we?" Guy grinned at him.

Connie remained quiet during the seven minutes that it took Seth to fall asleep. He was curled up against the arm of the couch. Guy rolled his eyes. "I told you."

Corin picked Seth up in his arms, "I'll tuck him in, this time." The little boy squirmed slightly but remained asleep.

When Corin reached the staircase Connie said softly, "I'm going home."

Guy was bewildered, "What? You can't do that."

Connie frowned. She was suppose to stay with the Germaine's' for two more days. She hadn't been home in almost a week. "Guy, I have to know what is going on."

"You can't just leave! We'll get in trouble." Guy tried to convince her to stay. If she did go tonight, he couldn't go with her to make sure she's okay. If she did go and didn't make it back before his parents they would never trust them ever again.

"I have to go." Connie said firmly.

He realized he couldn't change her mind. "Okay, just…"

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." Guy felt helpless as he watched Connie go out the door.


At Silver's Bistro in St. Paul, the Germaine's sat around a small table waiting for their food.

"I've really loved having Connie around." Roger said.

Ann took a sip from her ice tea and nodded. "I have too. She's precious."

"She is. Ann, her staying with us makes me wish we had a daughter." Ann's eyes jumped to her husband's face. She tried to read his expression but he was keeping it controlled.

She smiled, "Remember when we thought Seth was going to be a girl? We were so excited."

"I do, we even bought girl clothes! Luckily, your sister did have a girl and needed the clothes."

"Alana was so grateful too." Ann sighed. "Roger are you suggesting we try for a daughter?"

"I'd love a daughter and I know you would too." Roger replied.

Ann chose her words carefully, "Maybe if we really want a daughter we shouldn't leave it up to chance."

"You mean adopt?"

"Yeah, we want a daughter don't we? I'm afraid that if we try for a girl we will only end up with a son. Three sons are enough for me." Ann told him.

Gene, their waiter came with their food. Gene sat down their plates in front of them. "Sir, would you like any more water?"

"No thank you."

"What about you, ma'am?"

"I could use a refill, thank you." Gene left and the couple continued their conversation.

Roger took his wife's hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "Adoption has gotten tough, but it'll be worth it."

"We're going to have a daughter!"


Connie stood outside her family's apartment door with her hand on the knob she took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Mom?" She stepped into the apartment. "Dad?"

There was only a dim lamp on leaving the room mostly dark, but Connie could make out the shape of her mother on the floor in the corner. Connie stepped closer to her mom.

"Why are you sitting in the corner?"

Erin Moreau looked up from her hands. "Connie? What are you doing here? You're suppose to be at Ann's!"

"I had to know what was going on." Connie examined her mom. Erin's hair was tangled and her clothes sloppy. "Mom, what's wrong? Where's dad?"

Erin gasped for breath as she started to cry. It took a few minutes for her to get the words out. "Daddy left, baby."

Connie tried to fight back the tears forming. "Why?"

"He decided it's what's best for him." Erin reached her arms out for her daughter. Connie sat down in her mom's lap. "It'll be okay. We'll be okay."

Erin rocked Connie as they both began to cry.

"Mom, I need to go back."

"Oh."

Connie looked up at her mom. "I don't have to go, if you don't want me to."

Erin wiped her eyes, "No you should go back."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want you to get in any trouble with the Germaine's'. They're good people." Erin said.

Connie thought about what her mother said. "Why can't I just stay here? Why don't you want me home?"

"I don't think you should see me like this. It isn't good for you." Erin lifted Connie off her. "You need to go."

"When can I come home?" Connie asked.

Erin looked away from her daughter, "I don't know. In a few days maybe."


Connie left her home feeling upset and afraid. She felt stupid for not listening to Guy. She never should have gone home. She was better not knowing. On her way downstairs she passed Averman's apartment and could hear shouting. She quickened her pace but began to sob.

Averman's parents always fought with each other, it was a known fact. To someone who didn't know him he was dealing with it well, but to his friends they knew different. He needed help something to deal with it. Mrs. Hall suggested he try comedy and it stuck. Averman used his humor as a defensive devise, as well. Despite, what the others thought Charlie told Connie, Les was embarrassed over his freckles and bright red hair. People didn't notice his appearance if they were laughing.

Connie ran past house after house. She ran past light poles and benches and she ran past trash cans ready for the morning garbage truck. She ran until she was out of breath, a part of her wished she never had to stop running. She walked the rest of the way to Guy's; she hoped she had made it back before Guy's parents had. She had.

The car wasn't in the driveway and so Connie pounded on the door, "Guys it's me. Let me in!"

Corin answered the door with a shocked expression. "Whoa, you look like crap. You look like you were playing with rats or something. Wait, were you?"

"Shut up." Guy came to the door. "Connie?"

She rushed into his arms and began to cry. Her voice cracked, "He's g-gone."

"Who's gone? Your dad?" Guy asked. Connie nodded. Corin closed the door and looked awkwardly around. "Cons, it's alright. You're here now. I'll never leave you."

Connie sighed in Guy's ear, "I'll die if you do. I swear to god, I will."

"I won't let that ever happen."

Connie sniffled. "My dad left me a note. It was in my stuff when I was staying with Charlie. All it said was 'I love you'. How can I believe that?"

Guy hugged her tightly. He wasn't use to families splitting apart. Since he moved Guy's had to go through it twice with his friends. He didn't know how to act before, but now it was Connie that it was happening to. Guy couldn't lose her. He was determined to help Connie deal with losing her dad.

When Roger and Ann walked into their house they saw Connie lying against Guy sleeping on the couch. "Aww, they are so cute!"

Roger frowned, "That's what worries me."