Summary: A tale of our favorite Ducks and where their lives take them, beginning Senior Year at Eden Hall. Focuses on Adam, Charlie, Julie, Dean, Connie, Guy…and more to come!

Disclaimer: The Mighty Ducks and all its characters belong to Disney. I do not own any of it!

Flying Together

By Rebecca

Chapter 14: Heart and Soul

Guy walked out slowly towards the parking lot with Connie. They'd given up trying to find Julie to see if she needed a ride. She was nowhere to be found. "Probably took the bus home." Guy said absently. He looked down at his ex-girlfriend, her head sagging, her long brown braid lightly bouncing off the back of her coat. "Are you ok?"

            Connie shook her head. "I feel terrible," she whispered.

            Guy nodded, "I know, it's hard seeing Adam like that-"

            "No Guy, you don't understand. I feel so low and guilty right now…like you wouldn't believe."

            Guy's brow creased in confusion. "Why? What do you have to feel guilty about?"

            Connie hesitated. Oh please, she thought, someone come running up and interrupt us so we don't have this conversation.

            "Connie?"

            She looked up into his blue eyes, swimming with concern. Those same eyes she'd looked in time and time again and took for granted. She couldn't bear to look at them anymore. She took a deep breath and dropped her head, once more toward the sidewalk.

            "Connie come on," his pace slowed a bit, "Tell me."

            "Adam was hit by a car tonight…injured badly and he won't be able to play…Dean was also in that car and may very well never recover from knowing what he did tonight…my roommate is being ripped in so many directions right now, we can't even find her…"

            "What has any of that got to do with you?"

            Connie looked away as she finished, "And all I can think about is how much I miss you."

            Guy came to a dead halt and stared open-mouthed at his ex.

            There, she thought still not looking up, I said it. Momentary relief washed over her and was quickly replaced by nerve-racking terror and suspense of what would happen next. All probabilities considered, she had just destroyed the best relationship she'd ever had. Her knees started trembling. At that moment, she felt as weak and helpless as Adam Banks.

            "Connie-" Guy stammered straining to find his voice.

            Connie found it for him, "Don't say anything Guy. You asked ok? I know you're with Tara and I had no right to tell you what I just did."

            Guy shuffled his feet, "Well no…I mean…well you…oh man." Nervously he ran his hands through his blond hair and rubbed the back of his neck. "God Connie, I don't…I mean what-"

            "It's all right Guy. Don't worry about it," she was getting more upset, "You wanted to know why I felt guilty. This is why I feel guilty. I lost you…I…gave you up…and I don't even know why."

            Guy shook his head. "Well," he tried again, "I mean how long-"

            Connie put her hands up. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I know I shouldn't've told you…I just…Oh God, I don't even know what I was thinking."

            She spun on her heels and started walking to her car, leaving a stunned Guy Germaine still halted mid-stride in the middle of the Minneapolis Hospital Parking lot.

            Connie's hands came to her face, drenched in tears as she found her car and fumbled for her keys. She was about to open the door when a hand came from nowhere and stopped it shut. Connie jumped in surprise as Guy spun her around and into his arms and without a moment's more hesitation, kissed her fully on the lips. He was gentle at first, but the kiss grew more urgent, seeming to uncoil a year's worth of angst and repressed passion into a single moment. His hands moved slowly around her waist and up her back encircling her completely, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

            Connie wasn't sure how long he kissed her, but she was thankful that his strong arms were wrapped around her completely, for her knees were about to crumble at any minute. So long, she thought. It had been so long since she felt those arms around her. So long since she'd tasted the sweetness of his kiss. Her fingers came up to the bottom of his hairline as she ran them through the short blond strands. How long had it been since she'd done that? Feeling him pressed against her sent a wave of fire and electricity all the way down her spine.

            For Guy, it wasn't so much a culmination of  so much longing, but rather the wonderment and realization of how much he had missed her. Two minutes ago, no one could've convinced Guy that he felt anything for Connie Moreau other than a strong bond of friendship strengthened only by the companionship of the Ducks. But seeing her standing in the parking lot, her heart and soul bared to him at last, her arms hugging herself in the February cold, he knew that if he didn't run after her, he'd regret if for the rest of his life. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered Tara…oh God, Tara. What am I doing?

            He pulled back suddenly, still clutching her close and smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing. He supposed that he and Tara were probably going to have a long talk soon, but he put it out of his mind as quickly as he'd called it up. That didn't matter right now. Now that he had Connie back. Now that he had his Connie back. He pulled her close again and embraced her. This time he wasn't letting go.

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