Note: Here you go Icebox an explanation on where the Bash Brothers were. In addition, this was what chapter six was originally going to be about until it decided to go in a different direction. I don't claim Ultimate Frisbee. My high school actually had an Ultimate Frisbee club but I never played it. I only played soccer at lunch. This fic really starts to connect with the rest of the Broken Bones and Shattered Dreams series. I think I will mention in chapter 5 of part of what happened last chapter.

Repaying the Favor

Coach dropped us off back at the dorms. We were to rest all day. It's one thing to be benched it's another to be forced to stay in your dorm all day. When we got back to our dorm, we found it empty. There was a note on the door saying to call Portman and Fulton when we got there. Charlie was nowhere in sight.

I lay down on my bunk as Jesse telephoned the Bash Brothers room. "They are coming over." He informed me. "You want a painkiller?" He asked as he took out some Tylenol for himself.

"Took one at ten. Too soon." I tell him closing my eyes. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Jesse called.

Fulton and Portman came in. They looked surprised that Charlie wasn't there. "It was Iceland wasn't it?" Fulton asked.

"Yeah. We ran into them when we were going for something to eat." Jesse answered. "Thirteen against two wasn't the best odds."

"We should have been with you guys! But we were playing Ultimate Frisbee." Portman said.

"It's over with Portman." I said. And to think only yesterday we were fighting. I wasn't going to say it aloud that I agreed with what he just said.

"We'll get them for you." Fulton said. "No one gets away with beating up you guys."

"Yeah. We'll go find them right now."

The door opened and Charlie came in. He wasn't alone. Russ was with him. "Oh great you guys are back!" He said smiling.

Russ stood nervously next to the door. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. He flinched at the bruises on my face. "Hey Russ. What are you doing here?"

"That's what I was about to tell you guys. He's taking your spot on the roster. We just spoke to Coach Bombay." Charlie said.

Jesse and I exchanged looks. 'I've just been replaced.' I thought.

Jesse didn't look happy. Neither did the Bash Brothers.

Russ wouldn't look at any of us. "Charlie maybe I shouldn't."

I thought about it. I wanted to pay him back for helping me yesterday. This would be a good way. But I wanted so bad to play when I got better. but then again the team needed his shot. I made up my mind. "No that's okay Russ. You can have my spot." The others all looked quite surprised.

"Are you sure?" Russ asked.

"Yeah. The team needs your shot." I said. "Besides I'm not going to be able to play for awhile."

"Thanks man." Russ said.

"You helped me when I needed help. It's my turn to do something for you." I said.

Portman quickly changed the subject. "We really need to get the Icelanders back."

"Don't go try to fight them." Jesse said. "It doesn't help."

"I've got a better idea. Let's pull a prank on them." Charlie suggested.

Charlie loves practical jokes more then anyone. I wasn't surprised he would come up with it. At least it's a safer way of getting back at them. They quickly started planning but my head and wrist were staring to hurt so I lay back down.

I guess I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know it's a few hours later. The room was empty except for a gentle snoring from the bottom bunk. Charlie, Russ, and the Bash Brothers were no longer in the room. I guess they went to complete the prank. I saw that the other bunk room in the room was no longer unoccupied. Must be Russ's stuff.

I was okay with his taking my roster spot. I just hope I'd be able to play when my wrist is better.

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End notes: I hope Charlie fans aren't offended by how I wrote Charlie this chapter. it just seemed likely that would be the reaction. Anyone notice anything in this fic that relates to the Long Road Home? That's right. The practical jokes.