A/N: Thanks to all of you who have reviewed and no sweat Justsomeone! Don't worry about it ;) Thank you especially Ottercub. Thank you so much!

There will be a sequel to this, actually I had the sequel done first and then worked my way back from there. Not Over Yet, there will be a sequel on this story, and it's going to be good! But I'm still not sure I like the way I have it so please be patient. Thanks all now enjoy!

The next morning I awoke to me on the couch sleeping in my room. I heard a fight outside my room so I went over to my door and eavesdropped/

"He has nothing", shouted WildWing, "Nothing at all. I'm sick of hearing you all gang up against him!"

A mumble of sorry's were then exchanged.

"Look I have to go somewhere to check a few things out", said WildWing, "I'll be back, if he wakes up before then leave him alone. If I come back and he's not here I swear you're all dead. I'm through."

Then I heard my brother storm away. I bolted out of my room after him.

"Wing", I called, "Where are you going."

WildWing turned around and sighed, "Hey short stuff, you're up I see."

"Yeah", I said, "Where are you going?"

"Can't say."

"Can I come, please?"

"Sorry kiddo. Stay here."

"Please!"

"No. Stay. I'll be back around lunchtime, in the mean time take a shower, eat breakfast, and do whatever you do with monkeys."

I pouted, this was so not cool.

Everyone stared at me as my brother walked off. I just glared at them, and marched into the kitchen; Duke followed.

He poured some milk into his cereal bowl, and then passed the milk to me. I hastily took it from him.

"Your welcome", he said.

"I didn't say thank you", I snapped still agitated with the team.

"Well you should have."

"Well I didn't."

"Well than la-di-dah."

"What?"

"What", said Duke innocently, "It's not like I destroyed this place, did drugs, got drunk, vandalized, or ran a circus around here."

I stood up violently and left, but he stopped me and pulled me back down into my seat.

"Hey wait up", he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, but now I have your attention."

I said nothing.

"Look I just wanted to apologize."

I swear I looked at him like he had three heads.

"So I'm sorry", he said, "Now you can either sit here and eat your sad depressing cereal that's full of sugar with me or go march off mad."

I remained seated.

Okay so Duke was on my good side, but that was pretty much it. Everyone else I had no intention of talking to. They hadn't apologized and I wasn't going to let them get away with it. They apologized to Wing but not me? That got me mad. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. So I did what Wing told me to do, and after I was done I went into my room and collapsed on my bed.

I took a fifteen minute nap and then left. I made it quite clear that I was not talking to anyone in the group. And trust me I made it quite clear. Funny thing I didn't care about anything anymore. Honestly things that I had been working so hard at, like gaining respect from everyone no longer seemed important. Becoming the best hockey player was no longer looked upon as an accomplishment. Watching my story on TV where I would have normally been doused with self -pride, and become a huge show-off was now becoming rather irritating. Things were different, and I couldn't control it. I couldn't control anything anymore it seemed, I was lost and confused. I needed a scapegoat.badly. So I used the team and blamed all of my troubles and I do mean all of my troubles on them. For instance that morning I tripped and I automatically blamed the team.

Don't get me wrong the team did lots of things wrong but not as much as I made them out to be. So pretty much I was a spoiled brat until WildWing returned home. I knew I couldn't keep the act up with him, but I could at least try.

We were all in the kitchen like Wing had called us in. Everyone sat down on one side of the table leaving me with the other side all to myself. Wing through a questioning look at Canard who just merely shrugged him off. Whatever. I sat there waiting for Wing's speech.

"Um Wing", said Tanya, "Could you pass me a napkin there is syrup all over here."

"Uh sure Tanya", said Wing.

He took the napkins off the counter, passed them to me to pass to Tanya. Well I through them at Tanya, and well you can't exactly throw napkins. They fluttered all over the place like fifty-two pick up. I smirked at them as they aggravatingly picked them all up.

"Nosedive", said WildWing shortly.

"What", I snapped rudely.

He glared at me, but said nothing.

"Well everyone", said WildWing, "As captains, Canard get up here, its our job to make sure this team functions properly."

Canard got up to the "podium" to help Wing. I tripped him as he passed.

Canard fell straight to the floor. I chortled.

"HEY", shouted WildWing.

I said nothing but smirked at them. See they weren't going to fight me because to tell you the truth they were scared of me. They thought I was crazy and really going through something. They were afraid of the stupidity that I might pull, but truth to be told they felt bad for me. They really did, and I was really going to take advantage of that. Plus Wing told them all off this morning so they really "couldn't" yell at me.

"Nosedive", yelled WildWing, "That's enough!"

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." He grabbed my face and held a tight grasp on it, "Stop".

Well that was it for my brat charade. It was over, when Wing says stop, take it from personal experiences that you should stop. And if you don't well you were warned.

"Now", he said not ready to start a fight, "We are not going to accuse anyone of anything."

"Why not", said Canard glaring at me.

"Because we're going to be happy", said WildWing gritting his teeth.

Kind of ironic huh? Anyway WildWing continued.

"First and foremost", said WildWing, "Nosedive I'm glad to have you back, and if you ever do something like that again, you'll be seventy and still be paying off your punishment."

I rolled my eyes but we both know that I took him seriously.

"Now", he said, "Obviously there are problems here. Legally Nosedive is a minor, making him not an adult. Therefore he will not be worked like an adult. In conclusion his hockey time is going to be cut back tremendously to an hour's work of practice, no publicity stunts, or appearances, and only home games will he attend unless he wishes to do otherwise."

I swear I could have kissed him at that moment.

"Furthermore", continued Wing, "His whole fighting combat sessions are also being cut back to half an hour. In total he will be giving a daily amount of an hour and a half to the team, and on game days more. That's it. Now while that helps some it still does not clear everything else up. Nosedive I know you're bored and that's one of the reasons you've been acting up, and I also know that things have been quite tedious around here so."

I studied at him trying to find out what his goal was, what was his aim?

"Now Dive", he said, "This doesn't haven't to be the only solution there are many more, this is just one idea. Now before you get mad just listen to me okay?"

"Get mad", I said, "Why would I get mad, Wing what did you do?"

"I took your sketch book."

"WHAT", I yelled standing up.

"Hey easy", said Wing, "I think that all the pictures are fantastic." See now when I do drawings just for me, I'm kind of self conscious about them. I don't know if they are any good and I don't like people looking at them in fear of rejection. I especially don't like Wing looking at them because if he does and doesn't like them than there is really nothing that can do better than him.

"And while I thought they were fantastic", said WildWing, "The college thought they were phenomenal."

"Huh", I said.

"Everybody", said Wing, "Nosedive is a great artist. So I decided to apply some of his stuff to the dean of admission. Since we're aliens and all I got an appointment this morning. She said she'd love for Nosedive to attend the school if he wants even though he's under-aged. So Nosedive this is for you."

He gave me a brochure of the art college.

"It's only thirty minutes from here", he said, "An hour's drive in total. Look it over, if you like it, than that's great and you can go for it. If you don't well that's fine too and we can figure something else that works."

I was too lost in thought to hear the rest of his little lecture. I couldn't believe it. I had gotten into an art school. This could not have been more perfect. I jumped up and hugged my brother.

"Thank you", I shouted.

"Aw your welcome", he responded putting me in a bear hug, "No problem."

I was about to run off and read about the college when he brought me back.

"Not so fast", he said, "We have a lot to talk about."

I groaned.

"Now listen", said WildWing, "We could have a huge emotional "thing" right now, but I for one am not in the mood for it. Now let's start off with a clean slate. Everyone understand? We're all like family here, and we're going to get through whatever one way or another. Everyone understand?"

Now most people would think, "ya right this will never work", but for some crazy way, it did, and we're all happier than ever. Seriously though we're all real happy with the situation.

And let me tell you, college is great! The assignments are awesome! I even got to do this caricature of Wing as an angry bull. It was awesome and one of my personal favorites.

Anyway the first day I went I was shaking in the car, yeah the whole team came. Wing gave me a hug of reassurance and sent me on my way. At first some kids were pushing me and making some racial jokes. But I'm good in situations like that and in an instant I had gained popularity by the misfortune. Since then things have been peachy!

Well hold up rewind to the peachy part. See things went fine afterward yeah that's true, but then we got home. You know like to PuckWorld. See now that's where the real story begins, this was just the introduction. You ready for part two?