Author's notes: Hey, thanks for the reviews guys! And now it is time for Chapter One! Enjoy, all! *grins*
Disclaimer: Blah, blah blah...moving along now...
Chapter One
Sunlight streamed in from Charlie Conway's bedroom window, causing him to pull his other pillow over his head. He had been staying at his mother's house since he had been released from the hospital with a broken collar bone and a slight concussion. Needless to say that he didn't like the cheerfulness of the sun that morning.
He, however, didn't get a chance to slip back into the land of dreams because at that moment something heavy fell on his knees and he snapped his bleary eyes open. There sat John, his little half-brother, grinning merrily at him. The young boy was almost eleven years old and he still woke his older brother up the same way he had for years.
"What do you want?" Charlie moaned tiredly and then yelped slightly in pain as John hopped up and down on his knees. John and Charlie were half-brothers because John and Charlie only had the same mother. John's dad, Daren Smith, had married Charlie's mom when he was twelve.
(A/N: this is just an estimate. the old man in the second movie, Jan? said that Charlie's mother remarried before Bombay got back when he was injured...like i said, just an estimate)
"Mom told me to get you up. She has breakfast ready." John told him happily. Charlie groaned again and put his pillow over his head again, using his uninjured arm to do it.
"Wake me three hours from now and ask me if I still want breakfast then." Charlie mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. He then jumped as he felt John bounce on his knees again.
It's a good thing my knee wasn't injured, He thought wryly. He moaned lightly and uncovered his head again to see John's blue eyes, sparkling behind his dark hair in a mischevious fashion, watching him carefully.
"Why don't you get up?" His little brother asked and Charlie groaned a bit more, rubbing his eyes to clear the sleep out of his eyes. John bounced on his knees slightly again until Charlie finally answered.
"Ever heard of jet lag?" He asked, opening his eyes again and noticing John's michevious glance once again. He gets it from Daren, I swear it, He thought, slightly amused.
"You were only on the plane for two hours." John pointed out and hopped off of Charlie's knees as his older brother swatted at him. The younger boy grinned as he watched his brother sit up in his bed.
Charlie winced as his right shoulder felt stiff, after effects of the broken collar bone. "Fine, fine. Just next time, don't hop on my knees. I just got injured a week ago...I don't need to go back to the hospital." He told his younger brother, who grinned again.
"All right. Oh! Mr. Bombay came by earlier, but you were asleep and I think he left, but I'm not sure." John said as Charlie stood up and stratched out his left arm, while keeping his other arm close to him, as the doctor told him to do while his shoulder was healing.
"Bombay? What time is it?" He asked, grabbing the sling the doctor had given him and slipping his injured arm into it.
"Nearly eleven, I think. He was here around nine...he could still be here, but I have no clue. I've been trying to wake you up for almost half an hour." John answered, sitting on the bed as Charlie got dressed, which proved to be more difficult than he had thought it would have been.
"Damn," Charlie muttered under his breath as he finally got finished dressing and began to head for the door, barefooted. He only stopped when he realized that John wasn't following. "What?"
"Well...I was just wondering if you could take me skating this afternoon." John said, looking at his hands. Charlie sighed and leaned against the door, facing his little brother.
"John, I would love to, really. But the doctor said--"
"The doctor said that you couldn't skate, but you don't have to! You can just walk with me to a rink and watch me skate." John interrupted quickly and Charlie couldn't help but grin inwardly at John's enthusiasm towards ice skating.
"All right, fine. You win. Now come on. I want to at least eat something before going out in the cold." He said, opening the door, while his little brother stood up and away from the bed. Grinning, the younger boy left the room first, with Charlie close behind.
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Charlie couldn't help but smile as John told him all about what was going on at his school and the things he did after it. The two were walking over to the old ice pond that Charlie used to skate at before Bombay became coach for the District Five Peewee Hockey Team.
Just when John was in the middle of a sentence though, he suddenly stopped and pointed ahead, toward the pond. "There're people there." And there certainly were.
Small figures in black uniforms were skating around the frozen surface of the water. If Charlie wasn't mistaken, that was the Peewee Hockey Team, the Hawks. But what were the Hawks doing in Ducks area?
"Come on. I want to know what's going on." He told John and started to pick up his pace. Being twelve years younger than Charlie, John had to jog to keep up with his brother's quick, long strides.
When they reached the edge of the pond, they stared as the Hawks were shooting goals at their goalies and didn't even notice a young man glide towards them. Charlie only noticed him when he heard the sound of someone stopping near.
"My, my, my...Charlie Conway is it?" The man asked, crossing his arms. The two brothers exchanged looks before looking back at the man.
"That's me," Charlie answered as a cold wind hit his face. "And I'm sorry to say that though you look familiar, I don't really know you."
"Of course you wouldn't remember me. I was on the Hawks team that year when you Ducks started that second place streak. Does the name McGill ring a bell?" The man asked, his face either going red from the cold or in anger at the thought of the Hawks' second place streak.
"McGill, huh? The same McGill that shoved Banks into the post?" Charlie asked, noticing that McGill was studying his sling.
"The one and only. And you, Conway, you went from being a spaz that had no place in hockey to a Rooky of the Year to a has-been." McGill said, a sly look on his face as he heard the sound of skates stopping behind him.
Charlie just glared at McGill as another man and a few of the Peewee team came up behind him. They all seemed to leer at him and he was beginning to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable in the situation. There were no fellow Ducks to help him now.
"Well, that's more than I can say for you. What did you do after Peewees? Quit hockey all together, go through high school and college, and then get a job as a coach? Wow, that's saying a lot." He said, dryly. Mc Gill scowled at him.
"Whatever you may think, Conway. The Ducks are gone now. You and your friends on that Ducks NHL team are the last of your kind." He said smugly, while Charlie glanced down at John again. John was just watching all of this with a confused and shocked look on his face.
"What do you mean they're gone? There has to be a District Five still. There's too many kids in your District--"
"But not enough kids in District Five wanted to do hockey, so the board gave us all rights to their area." McGill interrupted, another smug look coming onto his face.
"Ducks never say die. Think what you want, there will be a team this year. You can bet on it." Charlie said forcefully as he grew more and more angered at the smug look on the former Hawk's face.
He then gestured for John to follow him and they bother retreated from the pond, both in lower spirits than before. "Come on, I know another pond we can go to." Charlie told John, leading the way to a skate shop he hadn't been to in years.
Author's notes: Well, there's chapter one, probably not that good, but hey, I tried. More coming soon!
Disclaimer: Blah, blah blah...moving along now...
Sunlight streamed in from Charlie Conway's bedroom window, causing him to pull his other pillow over his head. He had been staying at his mother's house since he had been released from the hospital with a broken collar bone and a slight concussion. Needless to say that he didn't like the cheerfulness of the sun that morning.
He, however, didn't get a chance to slip back into the land of dreams because at that moment something heavy fell on his knees and he snapped his bleary eyes open. There sat John, his little half-brother, grinning merrily at him. The young boy was almost eleven years old and he still woke his older brother up the same way he had for years.
"What do you want?" Charlie moaned tiredly and then yelped slightly in pain as John hopped up and down on his knees. John and Charlie were half-brothers because John and Charlie only had the same mother. John's dad, Daren Smith, had married Charlie's mom when he was twelve.
(A/N: this is just an estimate. the old man in the second movie, Jan? said that Charlie's mother remarried before Bombay got back when he was injured...like i said, just an estimate)
"Mom told me to get you up. She has breakfast ready." John told him happily. Charlie groaned again and put his pillow over his head again, using his uninjured arm to do it.
"Wake me three hours from now and ask me if I still want breakfast then." Charlie mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. He then jumped as he felt John bounce on his knees again.
It's a good thing my knee wasn't injured, He thought wryly. He moaned lightly and uncovered his head again to see John's blue eyes, sparkling behind his dark hair in a mischevious fashion, watching him carefully.
"Why don't you get up?" His little brother asked and Charlie groaned a bit more, rubbing his eyes to clear the sleep out of his eyes. John bounced on his knees slightly again until Charlie finally answered.
"Ever heard of jet lag?" He asked, opening his eyes again and noticing John's michevious glance once again. He gets it from Daren, I swear it, He thought, slightly amused.
"You were only on the plane for two hours." John pointed out and hopped off of Charlie's knees as his older brother swatted at him. The younger boy grinned as he watched his brother sit up in his bed.
Charlie winced as his right shoulder felt stiff, after effects of the broken collar bone. "Fine, fine. Just next time, don't hop on my knees. I just got injured a week ago...I don't need to go back to the hospital." He told his younger brother, who grinned again.
"All right. Oh! Mr. Bombay came by earlier, but you were asleep and I think he left, but I'm not sure." John said as Charlie stood up and stratched out his left arm, while keeping his other arm close to him, as the doctor told him to do while his shoulder was healing.
"Bombay? What time is it?" He asked, grabbing the sling the doctor had given him and slipping his injured arm into it.
"Nearly eleven, I think. He was here around nine...he could still be here, but I have no clue. I've been trying to wake you up for almost half an hour." John answered, sitting on the bed as Charlie got dressed, which proved to be more difficult than he had thought it would have been.
"Damn," Charlie muttered under his breath as he finally got finished dressing and began to head for the door, barefooted. He only stopped when he realized that John wasn't following. "What?"
"Well...I was just wondering if you could take me skating this afternoon." John said, looking at his hands. Charlie sighed and leaned against the door, facing his little brother.
"John, I would love to, really. But the doctor said--"
"The doctor said that you couldn't skate, but you don't have to! You can just walk with me to a rink and watch me skate." John interrupted quickly and Charlie couldn't help but grin inwardly at John's enthusiasm towards ice skating.
"All right, fine. You win. Now come on. I want to at least eat something before going out in the cold." He said, opening the door, while his little brother stood up and away from the bed. Grinning, the younger boy left the room first, with Charlie close behind.
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Charlie couldn't help but smile as John told him all about what was going on at his school and the things he did after it. The two were walking over to the old ice pond that Charlie used to skate at before Bombay became coach for the District Five Peewee Hockey Team.
Just when John was in the middle of a sentence though, he suddenly stopped and pointed ahead, toward the pond. "There're people there." And there certainly were.
Small figures in black uniforms were skating around the frozen surface of the water. If Charlie wasn't mistaken, that was the Peewee Hockey Team, the Hawks. But what were the Hawks doing in Ducks area?
"Come on. I want to know what's going on." He told John and started to pick up his pace. Being twelve years younger than Charlie, John had to jog to keep up with his brother's quick, long strides.
When they reached the edge of the pond, they stared as the Hawks were shooting goals at their goalies and didn't even notice a young man glide towards them. Charlie only noticed him when he heard the sound of someone stopping near.
"My, my, my...Charlie Conway is it?" The man asked, crossing his arms. The two brothers exchanged looks before looking back at the man.
"That's me," Charlie answered as a cold wind hit his face. "And I'm sorry to say that though you look familiar, I don't really know you."
"Of course you wouldn't remember me. I was on the Hawks team that year when you Ducks started that second place streak. Does the name McGill ring a bell?" The man asked, his face either going red from the cold or in anger at the thought of the Hawks' second place streak.
"McGill, huh? The same McGill that shoved Banks into the post?" Charlie asked, noticing that McGill was studying his sling.
"The one and only. And you, Conway, you went from being a spaz that had no place in hockey to a Rooky of the Year to a has-been." McGill said, a sly look on his face as he heard the sound of skates stopping behind him.
Charlie just glared at McGill as another man and a few of the Peewee team came up behind him. They all seemed to leer at him and he was beginning to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable in the situation. There were no fellow Ducks to help him now.
"Well, that's more than I can say for you. What did you do after Peewees? Quit hockey all together, go through high school and college, and then get a job as a coach? Wow, that's saying a lot." He said, dryly. Mc Gill scowled at him.
"Whatever you may think, Conway. The Ducks are gone now. You and your friends on that Ducks NHL team are the last of your kind." He said smugly, while Charlie glanced down at John again. John was just watching all of this with a confused and shocked look on his face.
"What do you mean they're gone? There has to be a District Five still. There's too many kids in your District--"
"But not enough kids in District Five wanted to do hockey, so the board gave us all rights to their area." McGill interrupted, another smug look coming onto his face.
"Ducks never say die. Think what you want, there will be a team this year. You can bet on it." Charlie said forcefully as he grew more and more angered at the smug look on the former Hawk's face.
He then gestured for John to follow him and they bother retreated from the pond, both in lower spirits than before. "Come on, I know another pond we can go to." Charlie told John, leading the way to a skate shop he hadn't been to in years.
Author's notes: Well, there's chapter one, probably not that good, but hey, I tried. More coming soon!