Chapter 1: The Promise
By: Cimmy
Summary: Guy is injured in a car-accident and Connie has to deal with this
in her own way. While she's trying to come up with how to help him, a very unexpected person shows up and messes with her life...
Rating: PG
Dedication: For Kristine, for giving my brain inspiration (and the ability to
function at all), and for the patience to put up with me, always and forever.
Also for Samantha, the reason to why my ranting suddenly became important. Yay!
(Un)
Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Just some
thing I came up with when I was watching a movie. It's weird and confusing,
like all my other stories. It's a pattern! Oh, and this first chapter will be
kind of slow, sorry... I just had to get into the plot somehow.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Ducks, because I'm just a normal little
girl. Ha!
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"You'll never leave me, right?"
Her question ripped a whole in the silence that had surrounded them. Waiting for his respond, Connie chewed on her lower lip, gazing out through the window. It had been raining for several days, and it made the dark nights even more unpleasant. Especially for someone as afraid of the dark as Connie was.
"What do you think?" Guy smiled back, looking up from his book. "Of course not."
They were both sort of stranded in Connie's living room. She refused to let him leave until she wasn't alone in the house. Guy had of course been willing to stay for as long as possible.
"Why would you ask something like that?" he wondered. "I thought you'd gotten that part by now."
"I don't know. It's just that now when everything is so uncertain..."
Guy rolled his eyes at her and sighed. Yes, she knew she was talking about it a lot, but graduating from high school was a big deal. What if they ended up at different colleges? Would they still be together?
"The future is uncertain because you make it uncertain," he shook his head. "Trust me, nothing will happen. I'll always be with you."
"Always?"
"Yeah, sure," Guy mumbled, already returned to his book. "Get me some more chips, will you?"
Connie continued staring out the window. She was sitting crawled up into a ball on the couch, waiting for her Dad to return home. She listened to the rain hitting the window with an almost soothing tune. Like a melody, without a certain rhythm.
"Would you still be here if something happened?" she asked suddenly. Guy put down his book and gave her a pointedly look.
"Okay, you have my attention. Do you need to talk or something?"
Connie nodded, trying to follow a raindrop's path down the window with her eyes. "I'm just not sure that we'll still be together if you end up in some out of state college. Would you still love me?"
Guy rubbed his temples, while taking a deep breath. "Connie, you're making me nervous. I told you I'll never leave you. Ever."
"What if something happened to either one of us?" Connie went on.
Guy got up from the floor and walked over to her. "What's with the positive attitude?" he smiled. "You're really putting too much thought into this. What do you want? My guarantee that nothing will ever happen to us?"
"That would be nice," she admitted, only half joking. Instead of his reassuring words, he leaned down to kiss her. "That was nice too."
"I think your Dad is back," Guy tilted his head towards the window. "He just pulled in to the driveway. I guess I'll get going."
He grabbed her hand and led her out to the hallway. "You want my Dad to give you a ride? It's still raining," Connie asked, worried about him not getting home in one piece.
Guy just laughed. "Connie, I've been driving here everyday for the past three years! I think I know how to get home alright. Also, my Mom would kill me if I didn't take the car home with me. She's got some unhealthy bond with that car."
"I'm just concerned about you," Connie said, putting her arms around his neck. "You do understand that, right?"
"I understand a lot more than you give me credit for," Guy smiled, kissing her forehead. "Just don't freak out on me, just because of the graduation thing, got it?"
"Charlie says that I'm just thinking logically," Connie grinned. "He's proud of me for feeling concerned about the team."
"The team, or me?" Guy asked, raising his eyebrows. "I wish I knew what went on inside that little head of yours."
Casting all her worries aside for a single moment, Connie leaned forward to give Guy a proper goodnight kiss. "So, there's nothing to worry about?" she asked one last time before he disappeared towards the door.
His face expression changed from amused to serious. "Listen to me, Connie Moreau. There's nothing in this world that can keep us apart. Nothing will ever happen to us, and if by any chance something happens, I promise you that I'll always be with you. I'll never leave. Do you understand that, kid?"
"Yeah, I got it," Connie smiled, handing him his jacket. "I love you."
"I love you too. And – gasp – I'll... see you tomorrow!" he said with a fake surprised voice. "I need a life."
"Hey!" she exclaimed, but he had already closed the door. She went back into the living room, just so she could wave at him when he left. Like she always did.
Guy exchanged a few words with Connie's Dad before he got into his car. It took him a while to get it to start; his mother's car had never been in a very good condition. When he finally got it to start, he backed out from the driveway and on to the street.
"Did you have a nice time?"
Connie turned to face her Dad, and she nodded. "Yeah, he was just keeping me company until you got home. How was your day?"
"It was a very uneventful day," Mr. Moreau answered and went through the mail. "Any bills?"
"A few, I guess." Connie directed her attention towards the window instead. Guy was still trying to drive out on the street. Connie could tell just by looking that the car had died, and was slowly rolling backwards without the engine running. "Guy's having trouble with the car."
"I'll go out and help him," Mr. Moreau offered and grabbed his coat again. "I can give him a ride if necessary."
Connie frowned when she heard another raindrop hit the window, much louder than before. Then she tried to look for Guy through the darkness. The porch light made the whole driveway shine up when her Dad stepped out. The car had rolled down on the street, while Guy was trying to get it to start again.
Connie slowly closed her eyes, knowing the second her mind went numb that something terrible had happened. She didn't hear the screeching sounds, or the loud crash. She just instinctively knew the moment before it happened that something was wrong.
Tears drew to her eyes when she finally came to her senses again. She gasped for air, and threw herself on the phone. One thought went through her head, over and over again.
He promised me.
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