The Long Road Home
By Emily Snape
Summary-- Juniors in High School now the Ducks must help their former coach get back on his feet after a horrible car accident that renders him blind and severely injured. Now the Ducks must pull him out of his anger, rage and self pity and back to the loving Coach they once knew. Of course there are going to be many bumps along the way.
Disclaimer--Katherine Bombay, Hannah Bombay, Bill Bombay all belong to me. I do not own the Ducks, sorry to say, I would love to, especially some of the guys, considering how cute they are… sorry. They don't belong to me.
Rated--PG or PG-13 (some strong language after awhile, but not until later chapters. So probably PG)
Dedication--Melissa, Krystal, Kathy, Denise, Hope, through the tough times and easy times we've always been friends. Like the Ducks we've always flown together. You guys have helped me in so many ways and I'm honored to call you friends. I love ya guys!
Prologue-The Accident
Gordon Bombay sighed, he had spent several days at his mother's house trying to get himself in order for an interview in Minnesota, for a job as a lawyer. While hockey was part of Gordon's life, he still felt he could do well as a lawyer, as long as he was a fair and just one. Another plus side was maybe he could coach hockey again. His Ducks were in their junior year of high school at Eden Hall, and being coached by Orion, who Gordon saw as a tough strict version of himself, or much like a nicer version of Coach Riley from the Hawks.
Gordon glared at the traffic light that was seemingly taking ages to change, he had pulled a few strings with some old friends and had an apartment to stay at for three months, rent free.
A smile crossed his handsome features as the song 'We are the Champions' came on over the radio, bringing back wonderful memories of his players and the title they had continued to defend for so long. Turning it up some more, Gordon hummed along with the words, as he awaited for the light to turn green.
Finally it turning green, Gordon placed his foot on the gas pedal. He didn't see the grill of the blue pick up truck until it was too late. He felt excruciating pain in both his legs, and pain rip through his bad knee. His head connected with the glass window on his side and then the steering wheel, rendering him unconscious.
The accident was a disaster, a three car pile up, including Gordon's car, another car and the truck. Gordon's car was the smallest, and sadly the worst hit as he had been hit from basically both sides. The police and medics arrived shortly after the crash.
"We've got a bad one in this car!" A medic called as he looked in at Gordon, blood seeping from Gordon's temple and ears.
"Is he alive?" Another man called.
"Pulse is rapid, breathing shallow. He's got a nasty head injury," the medic responded.
"All right, get me a stretcher and neck brace, hurry up," the man said.
"Sarge, what else have we got?" The medic asked as he opened the crushed door to Gordon's car. They gasped.
"Shit, look at all this blood," it was very obvious that a piece of metal from his car had gashed Gordon's left leg, causing massive blood lost.
"We need to hurry, or we're going to lose him. Get me a stretcher!" The Sergeant yelled.
"The two in the other car were dead. The drive in the truck was drunk, damn bastard. Did you find any ID?" The Sergeant asked as he placed the neck brace around Gordon's bloody neck. The other medic began to apply pressure to the wounds, gauze was placed around Gordon's forehead to stop the bleeding at his temple. While the medic tried to stop the blood on the leg.
"Yeah, here's his wallet; his name is Gordon Bombay, age thirty-four," the medic read from the drivers license.
"Let's move him," the Sergeant called out.
"He's coding!" The medic yelled, as they quickly bagged him.