Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Mighty Ducks franchise and do not seek profit from this story.


The ground crunched under his feet as he rushed across the frosted front yard of the lavish school. Rick Reilly would never let them catch a break, but now he had moved on from pranks to emotional scarring, and that was something that Russ Tyler wasn't too keen on letting slide.

He had to warn her, she had to know. Sure she probably wouldn't believe him, but then she might be a little more wary if Scooter Vanderbuilt started acting just a tad off.

It was cold, and he could see his breath, and with each step closer Russ could have sworn that the freshman dorm was moving farther and farther away.

So maybe it wasn't a good idea leaving the dorm in the middle of Minnesota winter without a jacket. And maybe it wasn't a good sign that his entire body had goosebumps and his teeth were chattering. Had it not been for his natural skin tone, Russ would probably have been a nice shade of blue at the moment, but he didn't care. Where he came from, no one hurt his friends like that, and Eden Hall sure as hell hadn't changed his morals.

Finally, out of breath and freezing, Russ made it into the downstairs lounge, where a few of his teammates remained. Leaning against the doorframe he tried tirelessly to regain his breath, but the oxygen still seemed to be eluding him.

It wasn't until a good rush of air blew into the room from the still open front door that any of the Ducks noticed their hypothermic friend. Charlie was the first one to react to the sight of their barely conscious friend.

"Russ?! Russ, what the hell? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Holy S-hit you're freezing!! Guys someone go get the nurse!"

As Connie raced out of the building to find the school nurse, she was the only one who missed Russ's last effort words before he collapsed to the ground in a heap.


"Hello?! HELLO?! Damn it, where the hell is she when we need her!"

Connie Moreau ran frantically around the administration wing searching for any adult that could be of any use at all. But of course it being Saturday, there was no one to be found; including the school nurse.

"Damn it, you would think with a f-cking loaded boarding school they would pay to have a twenty four hour nurse station!"

Running into the open secretary's booth, Connie quickly snatched up the telephone and proceeded to call 9-1-1.

"Hello, Police. What is you're emergency?"

"I'm at Eden Hall and my friend is either on the boarder line or has hypothermia! I need an ambulance right now!"

"Miss I need you to calm down. Now can you tell me exactly where he is?"

"Renzit Hall. The Freshman dorm on the Eden Hall Campus."

"Alright… can you give me a number for us to reach you at if we need to?"

Connie stood stiff still for a moment, but only for a moment. She then hurriedly looked through the secretary's files to find a list of the telephone numbers for each dorm.

"(983)689-6652"

A/N: Not a real number so please don't try calling it.

"Okay, hun. Is he conscious?"

"I don't know. I left him with a bunch of my friends to go find the school nurse who is presently absent. But when I left he was on the brink of unconsciousness."

Connie heard a deep sigh before the woman replied.

"Thank you. Help is on the way."

Connie thanked the woman before hanging up the phone and rushing back to the dorm, using every ounce of energy she had to propel her there faster.


When the Dorm Advisor, Devin, entered the lounge he saw a cluster of Ducks near the doorway.

"What the h-ll is going on?"

Guy got up and turned to the DA, leaving a considerable gap, allowing Devin to see what no DA ever wanted to.

Russ Tyler was spread out on the ground with Adam sitting by his side, constantly checking his vitals. The rest of the Ducks watched on in worry waiting for help to come while they gave their unconscious friend enough room to move.

Devin's voice was barely there when he turned to face Guy. "Wh-What hap-happened?"

Guy's concerned gaze never left the huddle, as he answered, "We have no idea He left a little while ago once he saw that we had a soap opera on. We all kind of just figured he had gone back to his room. But then he came back from outside, frozen, and without a coat."

"Did he say anything?"

Guy sighed, " Only, ' Warn...Riley…plan…' before he collapsed."

"Any idea what that might be put together to mean?"

"Well, we know it's that he found out something that Riley planned, but we don't know if it's for all of us or for one of us in particular. But we know that if it's what caused him to deal with the harsh cold, then it was important."

Sirens could then be heard in the background, as a little bit of the pained expressions fell from the Duck's faces. Devin however still stood stunned on how a group of fifteen year olds proved to handle the situation more adequately then himself. He still stood there shocked and cemented in place, while the Ducks rallied their fears and concerns and told the EMTs what they knew as the watched their friend get strapped to a board and taken away in an ambulance, Charlie as his escort. When he'd been fifteen, he'd probably been so scared he himself would have been passed out. And having this as his first event as a DA definitely had him shaken. The word that had been circulating through the school about the Ducks had even reached the teachers. However, after that night Devin had a newfound respect towards the Ducks that he hadn't felt ever before for a teenager, let alone a group of them. And he had set his mind on doing some damage control for them, at least among the instructors.

The pinks and reds of dawn were just starting to be seen over the horizon. Could the worst finally be behind the Ducks?


I know it's short, but this part is super important, and I really just couldn't combine anything else into it.

Is the worst finally over for The Mighty Ducks? Only the upcoming chapters will tell, but I'm not exactly known for happy endings.

Please REVIEW, and I might be so happy that I sit down and type instead of facebook stalking in my free time.

Ciliegina