Disclaimer: I do not own Mighty ducks, or the Mighty Ducks characters. I do not own DDR, and I don't own Dogma. *CONTAINS SLASH* This fic is entirely from Fulton's POV.

Author: Aura

Title: Graceful

Rating: PG for mild slash and language.

Fulton's POV:

Y'know, everyone thinks that just because I'm a jock, and I'm a big enforcer, I must be an idiot. I'm not. Neither is Portman. We're not stupid, and the only people who know we're not stupid, is, well… us.

            The team decided to go to an arcade today. I don't know what possessed them to come here. I'm just... sitting here. Connie and Guy are playing each other in air hockey. Charlie, Adam, Goldberg and Russ were over at the pinball machines, and I think I caught a faint voice singing that 'Pinball Wizard' song, form Tommy. You know, that musical by the Who. It's Charlie singing, musical freak… Averman's trying for a high score on the Skee-Ball machines.

            Julie and Portman are playing this crazy game, called Dance Dance Revolution. There's a screen, and arrows come up. You're standing on this… dance pad thingy, and you step to the arrows at the same time as the arrows hit a certain spot on the screen. Julie's alright at it, I guess. But Portman, he's awesome.

            He's really… graceful. I know that sounds weird. Portman, graceful? Hardly, or so it seems. He's at least six-feet and he's, well, he's rather large. Los of muscle, not the dancing type. But his movements are just… perfect. Graceful, elegant, poised, perfect. He's an amazing dancer, but don't tell him so. He'll stop dancing.

            If he knows he's good at something, he'll stop. The only exception to that rule is hockey. He's an astounding player, and he's told that all the time. He plays because he loves it. He loves to dance too. And sing. You learn a lot about a person when you room with them, and we've roomed together for a total time of at least four months. We like the same music, the same clothes, and the same hockey teams. He's really not dumb. He's not.

            Shit, wait! Portman just dragged me up onto the Dance Dance Revolution thing. Julie beat him so I get to play the loser. HELP! What do I do?!? He just picked a really fast song... and I… I… hey... this isn't so bad… kinda fun really… HEY the song just… froze… NOT FAIR…

            WHOA, my ass was just whipped at a dancing game and I-did he just kiss me? In front of the team? JESUS CHRIST! A MIRACLE! There is a God! And she's a woman, like in Dogma!

            I'm gay. There we go, I said it. I'm gay and I like Portman. And he likes me back. It's a good day…