Author's Note: This story is AU in that it gives Coach Yoast another
daughter and Sheryl a big sister. It also deals with abuse, but in a
different way than the other stories.
Disclaimer: The Remember the Titan characters are property of Disney. The way they are depicted in this story are sole based on the fictional Disney characters.
Please Read and Review.
Hope you enjoy.......
Sheridan Rose
The Titans had been through hell today, though, at least they weren't running three a day pratices anymore. It seemed like the day would never end, but finally, they were seated in the cafeteria, enjoying thier meal and each other's company.
The coachs were sitting at thier table, when Sheryl came running up to them.
"Coach!!!" She hugged him.
"Hey, Sweetheart," he said, returning her hug. "Here, sit down. Have my dessert." He stood up, giving her his seat. He looked around as if looking for something or someone.
Coach Boone looked up to see another girl, this one older, though with the same unruly, curly, blonde hair and big blue eyes as Sheryl, walking towards them, occasionaly stopping to smile at or say hi to some of the Hammond boys.
"Hey, Alan, Gerry," she smiled as she walked past thier table, and then nodded at the boys she didn't know.
However, unlike Sheryl, this girl was dressed in a pink sundress, white high-heeled sandals, and make-up. Her hair was pulled back and fastened with a pink ribbon.
"Hey, Daddy." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hey, Precious." He hugged her, too. Then pulled away and studdied her carefully. "How are you feelin'?"
"Fine," she answered. She hated that question more than any other in the world. She knew he worried, but she wasn't going to break or anything.
He turned to Coach Boone. "Coach, this is my oldest daughter, Sheridan. Sheri, this is Coach Herman Boone."
"Pleased to meet you," she said, politely holding out her hand. She wasn't too sure about him. She had been away at camp, when it was decided that he was to be Head Coach over her daddy. The news had come as quite a shock, and like Sheryl, she hadn't taken it too well. Only it was the head cheerleader from G.W. that she had taken a swat at, instead of the principal. A punch was more like what she took, and it ended up with both of them doing 20 laps, but no one was going put her daddy down and get away with it.
"Likewise," Boone replied, wondering why she hadn't been around before now.
"Why are you so dressed up?" Bill asked his oldest.
"She's got a date," Sheryl supplied. Now that she had giving Boone her assessment of his camp, she was busy eating a piece of chocalate cake. That was a treat she didn't often get at home.
If looks could kill, Herman was sure Sheryl would have been dead.
"It's not a date," Sheri told her father. "She don't even know what she's talking about. It's just a group thing, with some of the girls from dance class. There isn't even any boys going."
"I see, and what time does this group thing get over?"
"Midnight," she smiled, hopefully.
"Try again," he answered almost before she finished.
"Oh, alright," she sighed. "Eleven."
"Okay," he gave his permission. "How did cheerleading camp go?"
It dawned on Boone that this was why he hadn't seen her before. The cheerleaders had been gone to camp at VSU the two weeks before and didn't get home until after the football team had already left for Gettiesburg.
"Well, we didn't kill each other." That was the best thing she could say.
"That's it?"
"Yeah, pretty much," she shrugged. "We were the only intergrated squad there. How well could it have gone?"
She had a point. Not only did they had to face the prejudices within their squad, but from the other squads too. At least that was one thing the boys were spared.
"I got to run," she announced. She kissed Bill's cheek. "Bye, Daddy." Then she dropped a kiss on Sheryl's curls. "Bye, Sis. I'll be back later to pick you up."
"Be careful, Sweetheart," Bill said as a goodbye.
"Bye, Sheri," Sheryl replied.
"Nice to meet you," Sheri smiled at Boone, before leaving.
Meanwhile, the boys were having a conversation of thier own.
"Man, who is that?" Louie Lastik asked, turning from his table to speak with Gerry.
"Sheridan Yoast," Gerry answered. "Coach's other daughter. She's our age."
"She must not be as football crazy as Sheryl," Julius commented.
"She's a cheerleader," he replied. "But, she's probably the only cheerleader who knows what she's cheering about."
"What he means," Alan laughed. "Is that she used to kick his butt at football."
Julius cracked up. "You mean to tell me, that Superman got beat by a girl?"
Alan nodded as everyone but Gerry laughed.
"You were getting beat, too, Buddy," Gerry replied, defensively.
"Nope," the smaller boy denied. "I was always smart enough to be on her team."
Petey and Ronnie not getting sufficient answers from the boys at thier table wondered over to the defensive table.
"Is she really Coach's daughter?" Petey asked montioning to Sheridan.
"No," Gerry answered, sarcastically. "He has a really young wife. Of course she's his daughter. Who else would she be?"
"I don't know who else she would be," Ronnie grinned. "But, if she is his daughter, I've got to get to know Coach's family better."
"Good luck melting that Ice Princess," Gerry scoffed, still pissed at Ronnie for kissing him, joke or not.
"Maybe all she needs is a little 'sunshine,'" Petey teased, happy that Ronnie was showing interest in Sheridan. Maybe he wasn't really..., you know, after all.
"Maybe he ain't gonna get the chance to see," Julius said. "Looks like Ray don't need any luck at at all."
Gerry looked around to see Sheri by the door, talking to Ray. He was standing close to her, holding her hand and whispering to her.
Gerry shook his head. He thought she had better taste. Not that he had anything against Ray personally, but he had been friends with him most of thier life and knew Ray didn't always treat girls so well, like he didn't always treat blacks so well.
Disclaimer: The Remember the Titan characters are property of Disney. The way they are depicted in this story are sole based on the fictional Disney characters.
Please Read and Review.
Hope you enjoy.......
Sheridan Rose
The Titans had been through hell today, though, at least they weren't running three a day pratices anymore. It seemed like the day would never end, but finally, they were seated in the cafeteria, enjoying thier meal and each other's company.
The coachs were sitting at thier table, when Sheryl came running up to them.
"Coach!!!" She hugged him.
"Hey, Sweetheart," he said, returning her hug. "Here, sit down. Have my dessert." He stood up, giving her his seat. He looked around as if looking for something or someone.
Coach Boone looked up to see another girl, this one older, though with the same unruly, curly, blonde hair and big blue eyes as Sheryl, walking towards them, occasionaly stopping to smile at or say hi to some of the Hammond boys.
"Hey, Alan, Gerry," she smiled as she walked past thier table, and then nodded at the boys she didn't know.
However, unlike Sheryl, this girl was dressed in a pink sundress, white high-heeled sandals, and make-up. Her hair was pulled back and fastened with a pink ribbon.
"Hey, Daddy." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hey, Precious." He hugged her, too. Then pulled away and studdied her carefully. "How are you feelin'?"
"Fine," she answered. She hated that question more than any other in the world. She knew he worried, but she wasn't going to break or anything.
He turned to Coach Boone. "Coach, this is my oldest daughter, Sheridan. Sheri, this is Coach Herman Boone."
"Pleased to meet you," she said, politely holding out her hand. She wasn't too sure about him. She had been away at camp, when it was decided that he was to be Head Coach over her daddy. The news had come as quite a shock, and like Sheryl, she hadn't taken it too well. Only it was the head cheerleader from G.W. that she had taken a swat at, instead of the principal. A punch was more like what she took, and it ended up with both of them doing 20 laps, but no one was going put her daddy down and get away with it.
"Likewise," Boone replied, wondering why she hadn't been around before now.
"Why are you so dressed up?" Bill asked his oldest.
"She's got a date," Sheryl supplied. Now that she had giving Boone her assessment of his camp, she was busy eating a piece of chocalate cake. That was a treat she didn't often get at home.
If looks could kill, Herman was sure Sheryl would have been dead.
"It's not a date," Sheri told her father. "She don't even know what she's talking about. It's just a group thing, with some of the girls from dance class. There isn't even any boys going."
"I see, and what time does this group thing get over?"
"Midnight," she smiled, hopefully.
"Try again," he answered almost before she finished.
"Oh, alright," she sighed. "Eleven."
"Okay," he gave his permission. "How did cheerleading camp go?"
It dawned on Boone that this was why he hadn't seen her before. The cheerleaders had been gone to camp at VSU the two weeks before and didn't get home until after the football team had already left for Gettiesburg.
"Well, we didn't kill each other." That was the best thing she could say.
"That's it?"
"Yeah, pretty much," she shrugged. "We were the only intergrated squad there. How well could it have gone?"
She had a point. Not only did they had to face the prejudices within their squad, but from the other squads too. At least that was one thing the boys were spared.
"I got to run," she announced. She kissed Bill's cheek. "Bye, Daddy." Then she dropped a kiss on Sheryl's curls. "Bye, Sis. I'll be back later to pick you up."
"Be careful, Sweetheart," Bill said as a goodbye.
"Bye, Sheri," Sheryl replied.
"Nice to meet you," Sheri smiled at Boone, before leaving.
Meanwhile, the boys were having a conversation of thier own.
"Man, who is that?" Louie Lastik asked, turning from his table to speak with Gerry.
"Sheridan Yoast," Gerry answered. "Coach's other daughter. She's our age."
"She must not be as football crazy as Sheryl," Julius commented.
"She's a cheerleader," he replied. "But, she's probably the only cheerleader who knows what she's cheering about."
"What he means," Alan laughed. "Is that she used to kick his butt at football."
Julius cracked up. "You mean to tell me, that Superman got beat by a girl?"
Alan nodded as everyone but Gerry laughed.
"You were getting beat, too, Buddy," Gerry replied, defensively.
"Nope," the smaller boy denied. "I was always smart enough to be on her team."
Petey and Ronnie not getting sufficient answers from the boys at thier table wondered over to the defensive table.
"Is she really Coach's daughter?" Petey asked montioning to Sheridan.
"No," Gerry answered, sarcastically. "He has a really young wife. Of course she's his daughter. Who else would she be?"
"I don't know who else she would be," Ronnie grinned. "But, if she is his daughter, I've got to get to know Coach's family better."
"Good luck melting that Ice Princess," Gerry scoffed, still pissed at Ronnie for kissing him, joke or not.
"Maybe all she needs is a little 'sunshine,'" Petey teased, happy that Ronnie was showing interest in Sheridan. Maybe he wasn't really..., you know, after all.
"Maybe he ain't gonna get the chance to see," Julius said. "Looks like Ray don't need any luck at at all."
Gerry looked around to see Sheri by the door, talking to Ray. He was standing close to her, holding her hand and whispering to her.
Gerry shook his head. He thought she had better taste. Not that he had anything against Ray personally, but he had been friends with him most of thier life and knew Ray didn't always treat girls so well, like he didn't always treat blacks so well.