An Impulsive Mighty Ducks Fan fiction by Vmailer
Author's Notes: It's been over 5 years since I've seen the last Ducks' movie so my facts could be a little off…Also, I tend to write Ronin Warrior fan fiction and this is the first attempt at Mighty Ducks' fanfic…so please forgive me for any mistakes or liberties and personal bias (I'm a closet fan of the character Adam Banks or Julie "The Cat" Gaffney) and please send feedback please. Thanks!
Skating around the frozen pond, Adam Banks reflected the main reason he attended the Eden Fall: his love of hockey. It was his second year on the Junior Varsity team at Eden Hall and he was thinking about the upcoming season, especially the JV vs. Varsity team held each year. Last year was the first time in the school's history the JV ever beat the Varsity team. Thank God Ducks fly together instead of …he didn't dare think of what might have happened if the rest of the Ducks considered him as part of the enemy. As it was, he still felt guilty even making the Varsity in the first place. Why did it happen to me?! Why do things like this always happen to me!?! Am I always the proverbial whipping --or is it the whacking in my case – boy? First my head, then my wrist, and then being in the middle of the Varsity/Duck pranks…I understand why, but…it just feels… as if Fate has it in for me… He mused.
It was one of the few times he could go to the pond close to his house. Since it was an elite boarding school, he and the rest of the Ducks spent most of the time on campus and if possible, went home on the weekends and holidays. Charlie's mom and her new husband moved a little farther away from the old neighborhood, but at the private school the district boundaries no longer applied to them anymore. Only money, privilege, and skill did. As it was, the pond was empty and nobody was awake yet. When he was younger, Adam always thought the pond and the ice as his refuge from the rest of the world. No one to judge him on based on his looks or how much money his parents had; the ice provided him the opportunity to lose himself in practice and his skill in the game.
Dragging a goal chained to a post near the edge of the pond onto the ice and grabbing the puck in his pocket, he decided to practice just a little longer before returning home for brunch. I need to practice…Those Varsity players for all that they're mostly jocks do know some moves and after last year's game, they've been demanding for our blood. I wonder if Charlie has talked to Coach Bombay and gleaned some new ideas and plays we could try this year…with Coach Orion's approval of course. After shooting and some more laps, he returned home. He had a few things to do before he returned to school.
** **
"Hey Scooter, are most the guys on the Varsity still out for our blood?" Julie asked while finishing her Biology homework with Scooter at the library. A few days after the JV vs. Varsity game, Scooter approached her to talk about the game or help her on homework. Hesitant, Julie agreed to meeting Scooter in the library or a study lounge. These meetings proved quite informative as she learned Scooter came from Massachusetts and also couldn't go home on the weekends.
"Not quite. They're…um…still trying to find a way to kick you and your friends out of school." He admitted looking over her answers. "It didn't help that you guys kind divided the school into Varsity and the Eden Hall Ducks." Seeing something wrong in her answers, he returned the sheet of paper to her "Are you sure about this? Try and look at page 54."
"Oh! Thanks! I should've known you've done this stuff last year. Umm," Julie paused, " are the guys getting on your case for spending time with me?"
"Not really. I'm kinda not part of the team sometimes. There's a few of us in the Varsity who aren't idiots, you know." He teased. Julie wanted to know what was the catch since it seemed to be lurking in his laughing eyes. Laughing a moment later he continued, "We just happen to be the few juniors on the team this year. Your friend Adam isn't the only person to get into Varsity even though he was a freshman. For the most part, we're placed based on skill. Adam IS an exception that he chose to stay with the Ducks. He should be with us and be more exposed to working with other people and not just a certain group, but in this case, even I agree it's for the best for now." Glancing up at the clock, he looked back at his untouched homework assignment: a paper on Walden Pond by Thoreau. "I give up on this boring piece of crap! Let's go grab something to eat. We've been here for 4 hours. We deserve a break!" Closing Julie's textbook on her homework and ignoring her protests, he packed up her stuff.
"Hey! I wasn't done with that!"
"It's for your own good?" he joked. "Besides, you study too much! Loosen up! Don't you have any other interests other than school and hockey? Like any girl stuff?" He had to duck his head to avoid her swinging backpack. She ordered a bowl of clam chowder while Scooter bought a BLT sandwich. Sitting near the window he continued, "well? C'mon, don't you trust me? Aren't we friends?"
Looking at his serious expression, she relented. "Okay, okay! For your information, YES!" Unable to meet his gaze, she continued in a smaller voice, " I like to dance…I like boys, like any normal girl. I'm not just a goalie you know."
Patting her shoulder he replied, "Relax, Jules. Do you really think I'm going to laugh at you? I just thought you might be limiting yourself here at school. Dance, huh? No wonder you have great reflexes and flexibility. How many people know of this interest? Not many?" Julie nodded. "What about your Ducks?"
"Uh… only Connie, Ken, Dwayne, and Luis. I take lessons every Saturday in the Dance Hall with some other students under Madame Chapantier. I started to dance in Maine and continued here when I arrived. It's fun and not that bad. That's why I couldn't meet you for a few times for the study session. You should try it sometime," she suggested; reassured that he wouldn't laugh, "you might like it." Chuckling a little she added, "It might improve your goalie skills and attract even more girls. You know you should stop using me as a shield of sorts to filter out the girls. You know and I know we're just friends, but nobody believes us! Not even my friends!" After a few outings she found out he seemed to be more like a confidant/prankster like Dwayne and less of a crush.
"But you're so convenient!" He laughed taking the sting out of his words. "You know the game and you're practically one of the guys! I can't help it if the people only see what they want to see. Besides, you're a good influence. God forbid, I think you're studying is rubbing off on me."
"Hey! I have to study! I am still on scholarship here! It's a hockey scholarship sure, but I'm out to prove that just because we can play hockey we also have brains! I'm not a babe! I don't want to give some of your teammates any excuse to kick us out." Shocked by her own outburst, she ate more of her soup.
"Jules, you're already an exception in more ways than one. You're a female on a hockey team. You're the first string goalie for the hockey team. Heck, even Coach admitted you were good enough for Varsity. The only thing that kept him from taking you was the fact you're a girl. You're more than just a pretty-face. Trust me!" he insisted. "Don't your other friends tell you this too?"
"Yeah" Julie said to her now empty soup-bowl.
"See?!" he exclaimed.
"Okay, okay! I get it! Can we get back to the dorms?" She rose and picked up the backpack. "You need to finish your homework and study for the SATs," she gleefully added, "I'll play on your computer. C'mon!"
Dragging his feet, Scooter followed. "So who're the guys you like? Tell your fellow goalie Scooter. Who better to protect your secrets than a goalie?! Anybody I know?" Giving her a beseeching look, Julie surprised him with a laugh.
"Yes!"
As they approached the campus, Julie saw Connie and Guy emerge from a car and take out their weeklong provisions.
"Hey Connie!" Julie waved. "I'll open our room for you!" Turning to Scooter, she asked him, "I'll be over later?"
"Sure, see ya!" Thank god for her Duckie friends. Now I can get some gaming in! Scooter picked up his step on his way to his room.
** **
"Hey Adam, anything on your mind?" Charlie inquired later that night in their room on campus. "Why so late in coming back?" In his bed, he squinted when Adam opened the door and carried his stuff into the room.
"Not really. Just the usual argument at home. I'll tell you in the morning, alright?" came the terse reply as Adam threw the stuff into the closet and go onto his bed and pulled the covers over his head and tried to sleep.
Weird. I guess I have to trust him. Man, but why is he so late…in the morning And Charlie drifted off to sleep while Adam just tossed and turned for the rest of the night.
Author's Notes: It's been over 5 years since I've seen the last Ducks' movie so my facts could be a little off…Also, I tend to write Ronin Warrior fan fiction and this is the first attempt at Mighty Ducks' fanfic…so please forgive me for any mistakes or liberties and personal bias (I'm a closet fan of the character Adam Banks or Julie "The Cat" Gaffney) and please send feedback please. Thanks!
Skating around the frozen pond, Adam Banks reflected the main reason he attended the Eden Fall: his love of hockey. It was his second year on the Junior Varsity team at Eden Hall and he was thinking about the upcoming season, especially the JV vs. Varsity team held each year. Last year was the first time in the school's history the JV ever beat the Varsity team. Thank God Ducks fly together instead of …he didn't dare think of what might have happened if the rest of the Ducks considered him as part of the enemy. As it was, he still felt guilty even making the Varsity in the first place. Why did it happen to me?! Why do things like this always happen to me!?! Am I always the proverbial whipping --or is it the whacking in my case – boy? First my head, then my wrist, and then being in the middle of the Varsity/Duck pranks…I understand why, but…it just feels… as if Fate has it in for me… He mused.
It was one of the few times he could go to the pond close to his house. Since it was an elite boarding school, he and the rest of the Ducks spent most of the time on campus and if possible, went home on the weekends and holidays. Charlie's mom and her new husband moved a little farther away from the old neighborhood, but at the private school the district boundaries no longer applied to them anymore. Only money, privilege, and skill did. As it was, the pond was empty and nobody was awake yet. When he was younger, Adam always thought the pond and the ice as his refuge from the rest of the world. No one to judge him on based on his looks or how much money his parents had; the ice provided him the opportunity to lose himself in practice and his skill in the game.
Dragging a goal chained to a post near the edge of the pond onto the ice and grabbing the puck in his pocket, he decided to practice just a little longer before returning home for brunch. I need to practice…Those Varsity players for all that they're mostly jocks do know some moves and after last year's game, they've been demanding for our blood. I wonder if Charlie has talked to Coach Bombay and gleaned some new ideas and plays we could try this year…with Coach Orion's approval of course. After shooting and some more laps, he returned home. He had a few things to do before he returned to school.
** **
"Hey Scooter, are most the guys on the Varsity still out for our blood?" Julie asked while finishing her Biology homework with Scooter at the library. A few days after the JV vs. Varsity game, Scooter approached her to talk about the game or help her on homework. Hesitant, Julie agreed to meeting Scooter in the library or a study lounge. These meetings proved quite informative as she learned Scooter came from Massachusetts and also couldn't go home on the weekends.
"Not quite. They're…um…still trying to find a way to kick you and your friends out of school." He admitted looking over her answers. "It didn't help that you guys kind divided the school into Varsity and the Eden Hall Ducks." Seeing something wrong in her answers, he returned the sheet of paper to her "Are you sure about this? Try and look at page 54."
"Oh! Thanks! I should've known you've done this stuff last year. Umm," Julie paused, " are the guys getting on your case for spending time with me?"
"Not really. I'm kinda not part of the team sometimes. There's a few of us in the Varsity who aren't idiots, you know." He teased. Julie wanted to know what was the catch since it seemed to be lurking in his laughing eyes. Laughing a moment later he continued, "We just happen to be the few juniors on the team this year. Your friend Adam isn't the only person to get into Varsity even though he was a freshman. For the most part, we're placed based on skill. Adam IS an exception that he chose to stay with the Ducks. He should be with us and be more exposed to working with other people and not just a certain group, but in this case, even I agree it's for the best for now." Glancing up at the clock, he looked back at his untouched homework assignment: a paper on Walden Pond by Thoreau. "I give up on this boring piece of crap! Let's go grab something to eat. We've been here for 4 hours. We deserve a break!" Closing Julie's textbook on her homework and ignoring her protests, he packed up her stuff.
"Hey! I wasn't done with that!"
"It's for your own good?" he joked. "Besides, you study too much! Loosen up! Don't you have any other interests other than school and hockey? Like any girl stuff?" He had to duck his head to avoid her swinging backpack. She ordered a bowl of clam chowder while Scooter bought a BLT sandwich. Sitting near the window he continued, "well? C'mon, don't you trust me? Aren't we friends?"
Looking at his serious expression, she relented. "Okay, okay! For your information, YES!" Unable to meet his gaze, she continued in a smaller voice, " I like to dance…I like boys, like any normal girl. I'm not just a goalie you know."
Patting her shoulder he replied, "Relax, Jules. Do you really think I'm going to laugh at you? I just thought you might be limiting yourself here at school. Dance, huh? No wonder you have great reflexes and flexibility. How many people know of this interest? Not many?" Julie nodded. "What about your Ducks?"
"Uh… only Connie, Ken, Dwayne, and Luis. I take lessons every Saturday in the Dance Hall with some other students under Madame Chapantier. I started to dance in Maine and continued here when I arrived. It's fun and not that bad. That's why I couldn't meet you for a few times for the study session. You should try it sometime," she suggested; reassured that he wouldn't laugh, "you might like it." Chuckling a little she added, "It might improve your goalie skills and attract even more girls. You know you should stop using me as a shield of sorts to filter out the girls. You know and I know we're just friends, but nobody believes us! Not even my friends!" After a few outings she found out he seemed to be more like a confidant/prankster like Dwayne and less of a crush.
"But you're so convenient!" He laughed taking the sting out of his words. "You know the game and you're practically one of the guys! I can't help it if the people only see what they want to see. Besides, you're a good influence. God forbid, I think you're studying is rubbing off on me."
"Hey! I have to study! I am still on scholarship here! It's a hockey scholarship sure, but I'm out to prove that just because we can play hockey we also have brains! I'm not a babe! I don't want to give some of your teammates any excuse to kick us out." Shocked by her own outburst, she ate more of her soup.
"Jules, you're already an exception in more ways than one. You're a female on a hockey team. You're the first string goalie for the hockey team. Heck, even Coach admitted you were good enough for Varsity. The only thing that kept him from taking you was the fact you're a girl. You're more than just a pretty-face. Trust me!" he insisted. "Don't your other friends tell you this too?"
"Yeah" Julie said to her now empty soup-bowl.
"See?!" he exclaimed.
"Okay, okay! I get it! Can we get back to the dorms?" She rose and picked up the backpack. "You need to finish your homework and study for the SATs," she gleefully added, "I'll play on your computer. C'mon!"
Dragging his feet, Scooter followed. "So who're the guys you like? Tell your fellow goalie Scooter. Who better to protect your secrets than a goalie?! Anybody I know?" Giving her a beseeching look, Julie surprised him with a laugh.
"Yes!"
As they approached the campus, Julie saw Connie and Guy emerge from a car and take out their weeklong provisions.
"Hey Connie!" Julie waved. "I'll open our room for you!" Turning to Scooter, she asked him, "I'll be over later?"
"Sure, see ya!" Thank god for her Duckie friends. Now I can get some gaming in! Scooter picked up his step on his way to his room.
** **
"Hey Adam, anything on your mind?" Charlie inquired later that night in their room on campus. "Why so late in coming back?" In his bed, he squinted when Adam opened the door and carried his stuff into the room.
"Not really. Just the usual argument at home. I'll tell you in the morning, alright?" came the terse reply as Adam threw the stuff into the closet and go onto his bed and pulled the covers over his head and tried to sleep.
Weird. I guess I have to trust him. Man, but why is he so late…in the morning And Charlie drifted off to sleep while Adam just tossed and turned for the rest of the night.