One Last Time
Chapter 6: Revelations
By aznJEDI13
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks. I own the plot and any original characters in this series.
Notes: This was written as pure fun. I hope that this does not offend anyone and if it does I did not by any means do it on purpose. Sorry I didn't have time to fix the grammar and all that fun stuff!
This takes place ten years after D3. Enjoy!
READ THIS NOTE BEFORE CONTINUING:
This might seem a little weird because its going back to before Julie and Connie came down from looking at up stairs.
Also, on another note, normally I don't use profanity, derogatory, and demeaning terms (i.e. cussing) in my stories. It's just a policy I have. However, under the circumstances, I do use it to stress a certain character's demeanor and the fact that they are influenced by other stuff. I know to some cussing isn't a big deal, but it is to me and thus I only use it to emphasize a point. I shouldn't use it at all, but I don't think I can get the point by without it.
Chapter 6: Revelations
'…I didn't mean to fall in love with you.
And baby there's a name for what you put me through.
It isn't love, it's robbery. I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me…'
"Damn, Banks," Russ Tyler laughed and handed him a Corona, "Wonderin' wen you gonna ditch that wife of yours and join tha homies."
Adam laughed, accepted the Corona, and reached to fix his navy blue tie, slightly.
Dean, half drunk, laughing slightly delusional reached over and messed up Adam's tie, "Damn tie, Banks…" He burped and then laughed loudly, "Loosen up once in a while."
Adam laughed slightly, feeling a little out of place without Guy or Charlie there to accompany him. In addition, since Julie and Connie were gone there was no one to defend him from the constant harassment he received about being a 'preppy'.
He tipped his beer at Russ and took a sip of it. At first, the taste was bitter on his tongue, but grew slightly sweeter as he drank more of it. He took a seat next to Dean, who was laughing at the top of his lungs, obviously he had had one too many drinks.
Adam smiled slightly, he was glad to finally be in the company of his friends once more, being just one of the guys was different from being just the guy and the only one for Julie. And so, when Julie said that she was going to spend sometime with Connie, he just laughed and smiled and encouraged her to go after all they could have 'fun' anytime.
Dwayne, from across the way, tipped his cowboy hat to him, "Howdy Adam."
"Hey cowboy."
The cowboy, still looking the same as in high school, with the exception of a growing go tee on his chin, took a sip of what Adam assumed was water. Dwayne never drank anything else and he figured it was cause he was from Texas and the stereotype was that they didn't have much water there. Even though Dwayne had constantly told them when they teased him about it how they really did have running water – he just liked drinking water.
"How ya doin'?" Dwayne asked, looking away slightly.
"I'm all right," Adam nodded, realizing the conversation around him had grown quieter.
Russ's brows creased in consternation, "What team you play for now, Adam? I lost count."
Adam nodded, understanding full well why Russ had lost track, "Well I last was with Dallas, but I'm taking a break from it." He glanced around; "I want to be a good father, one that my father wasn't."
He found some of the guys nodding their heads and Russ being the sentimentalist he was, faked a few tears and faked wiping under his eyes, "That's so sad Banksie." He laughed suddenly, "You just gotta go back to bein' a little folk…too bad so sad!"
Distraught, Dwayne's eyes contact with his, "You play against Guy?"
Adam laughed. "All the time. Two teams are rivals." He grew serious, "Why do you want to know?"
"Just a wonderin'."
Adam nodded and continued to eye him suspiciously. Anyone who was anyone, so basically everyone on the team knew that throughout junior high and high school Dwayne had had a thing for Connie. The only problem was that she and Guy had been together since before junior high and Connie was totally in love with him by the time Dwayne discovered her.
"Conway comin'?" Russ asked.
Adam nodded and took another sip, "Yeah, his team was playin' for state champs yesterday, so Coach Ducky said he'd be over as soon as it ended."
Dean chuckled, "Looks like they won, he would've been here by now." He burped again, this time louder then the time before. Dean laughed and hit Adam on the shoulder, "Yes! That was the best one!"
An ashamed look grew on Russ's face and Kenneth, who had just joined them from somewhere, had this nasty, horrified look on his.
"Conway's witch wife ain't comin' is she?" Russ asked.
Adam shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know."
Kenneth, still timid as usual, "I hope not." He paused looking over the other guys; "She's so stupid…and mean! She called me a midget last time!"
Russ agreed, "She ain't nuthin' but a slut and a big time bitch."
Adam shook his head, glaring daggers at Russ, "None of that language here," He looked Russ straight in the eye, "You know I don't like that kind of talk."
"Adam's right," Dwayne agreed, "She may not be the greatest gal, but Charlie sure sees somethin' in her. She's gotta have somethin' good about her."
Dean laughed, "She got good legs."
Russ chimed in to Dean's laughter, chuckling slightly, and definitely not as loud as Dean, "She a great stack of dimes all right."
There were a few chuckles but nothing more.
Adam didn't make a move, "Geez guys, she's a human being." He glanced over at Dean, "Portman, just cause your marriage isn't so great, doesn't mean you can treat women without a decent amount of respect." His gaze shifted to Russ, "And Tyler, just cause every women's dumped your sorry butt, doesn't mean you can label them either."
Kenneth nodded and padded Adam on the back, "Way to go Banksie."
Dean stood up, "What the hell Cake-eater! Just cause you got everythin' you know - just cause your rich mommy and daddy paid your ass all the way through life. And just cause you got the girl don't mean you can freakin' point out other people faults or stick your nose in something that's none of your damn business!"
Adam stood up to confront him and clearly Adam was the taller of the two, "You're raising too little boys, Portman," He looked over the man, "So grow up and take responsibility for your actions – don't go out and get flat drunk!" He shook his head, "In front of them for crying out loud!"
Dwayne stood up also, looked directly in Dean's direction, "They're your sons, Dean. They look up to you." He shook his head, "Straight up, fix your act."
Russ stood up and pushed Dwayne using his index finger, "Man, who the hell do you think you are tellin' him ta fix up his act!"
Kenneth too stood up, jabbing a finger at Russ, "And you can tell him what to do?"
Russ looked over, "Listen, midget, this don't involve rich folk like ya. Skatin' around in your big ol limo, datin' Michelle Kwan, nah, it don't involve the likes of ya!" He pushed Kenneth, causing him to fall back into his seat on the couch.
"Hey," Adam charged, angry, "Don't push him."
"Whatcha gonna do 'bout it rich boy, huh? Go cry to your rich mommy and daddy or your pregnant wife? Neither of ya needa be a part of this. You don't know what life is like for the little folk!"
None of them remembered who pushed first, all they knew was that a second later there they were, all five of them, pushing and shoving each other back and forth. Dean was the first one to throw a punch, but because of his drunken state and the fact that Adam ducked, his fist flew straight into Russ's face.
Russ fell onto the couch not knowing that the force of Dean's blow would be so hard. With Russ on the couch, Dwayne and Kenneth were able to hold Dean from charging Adam, but not before a fist connected with Adam's jaw.
Wiping the blood off his jaw, Adam looked at Dean who was contained by Kenneth and Dwayne, "What was that for, Dean? Just cause you lost out, doesn't mean you can take things out on me!"
Dean charged again and just as Adam was about to hit him square on the face, two voices came out of nowhere.
"Unkle Adam, pwease don't hit dwaddy."
"Pwease."
Adam whirled around to see the always-lovable Goldberg holding two little boys, carrying them one in each arm.
"Pwease Unkle Adam, we prowmise to be good whittle boys."
Adam sighed, dropping his fist, "Go run and play boys."
Goldberg dropped the boys and they ran off and then he looked at everyone, "Decided to have a fight without me? Great guys, just great."
Dean laughed and reached over to get another beer, his face suddenly dropped in surprise, "Stephanie."
"No more drinks, Dean."
He shook his head, "Listen babe, you can't tell me what I can or cannot do."
He grabbed her bye the arm, "Please don't touch me Dean."
"Listen, babe, I can do what I want."
"Dean," Her face contorted with pain, "Please, you're hurting me."
"Dammit, Stephanie."
Her eyes watered and Adam reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder. She shook it off and watched him exit unto the balcony. She looked at him and reached up to touch the blood still running slightly, "Let's get you some ice Adam."
In the kitchen, she handed him a bag of ice that he placed on his already quivering and bloody lip. Stephanie resorted to washing some dishes.
He studied her shaking figure for a second, "Stephanie?"
She dropped the plate she had been washing and broke down crying. Adam came up and held her and she cried against his shirt. She looked at him, suddenly and then looked away ashamed while resuming her washing, "He wasn't always like this you know."
Adam nodded, placing the ice against his jaw again, "I know."
"You've been gone too long Adam." He nodded again, placing his hand on her shoulder again, "After Fulton's death, he just caved in. He's not Dean anymore, he's not the man I fell in love with."
He nodded again. "I'm sorry Stephanie." She tried to smile through the tears, but couldn't. His brows creased in consternation, "He's hit you, hasn't hit?"
She nodded. "Not in front of the boys though." She sniffled, "They're always at his parents, he doesn't like them home. Reed-"
"Is too much like Fulton, I know." Adam looked down at her.
"He's changed, Stephanie. There's no doubt."
"I know where you're going Adam. I've been thinking and thinking, I just…I can't do it. He needs me so much now." She bit her lip, "Even though he doesn't show it."
He smiled faintly, "I know."
He let go of her and then turned to walk away, "Julie's lucky you know."
He turned to look at her, "What?"
She wiped her eyes, smiled faintly and spoke in whisper. "Julie's lucky to have you."
He shook his head, "No, I'm lucky to have to have her."
She walked towards him, "Why didn't it work out for us?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Deep inside, you knew Dean was the only one for you."
She nodded her head, reaching up to touch his swollen lip, "Swelling's gone down."
He nodded.
She smiled faintly, "Between you and Julie, me and Portman, we have a soap opera."
His brows creased in consternation, "What do you mean?"
"He still calls her name when he's sleeping."
He pulled her into an embrace; "I'm sorry Stephanie." He pulled away to look at her, "Whatever Dean says you just have to remember, you're beautiful."
She nodded, her eyes meeting his. He tried to pull away but he couldn't and before he knew or she knew her lips were against his in a timid kiss.
He pulled away slightly, holding her chin.
She shook her head and sniffled, "I'm sorry Adam, I didn't mean that."
"I know." He paused and laughed gently, "For old times." Before he left to find the love of his life, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Old times."
She watched him pull away as his smile ignited his face, she touched her lips gently with her fingers, "Old times, Adam? Maybe for you."
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The doorbell rang.
Lazily on the cough, Russ laughed, holding a cup of ice to his face, "Damn Conway, it's about time."
Kenneth shook his head, obviously annoyed, "Why you always got to talk like that Russ? No one likes that kind of language around here."
"Dude, in my hood, that's all they say."
Greg, from across the way, sitting parallel from Kenneth, shook his head, "And you wonder why girls dump you so often?"
Russ shook his head also, glaring slightly at Greg; "I don't see your card full either."
Greg smiled, "There's only one lady for me."
Russ shook his head and leaned farther in to the couch, "All right you guys got me. I'll watch muh mouth as long as there's ain't no more jokes 'bout dumping."
Kenneth nodded his head in approval.
A figure came towards them, his blond hair shining in the artificial light. His voice, finally deep, surveyed his house, "What the heck is going on here?"
Kenneth looked up, even though he hadn't even realized he had been looking down, "Guy!"
Two other heads turned to see the figure. Guy's head turned toward them. "Hey guys." Everyone there tried to ignore it, but they all knew he sounded different.
And, boy did he look different.
Russ stood up and gathered him in a hug, "Look at you, Mr. GQ."
Guy laughed, releasing Russ and turning to Kenneth and Greg. "Hey guys."
Greg laughed, screaming, "Guy!" He ran up to him and smashed him in a hug, lifting the lighter man into the air, "I've missed you Germaine."
"Watch the suit!" Guy joked, fixing his tie slightly and the buttons of his jacket.
Kenneth shook his head; "You should have kept in touch."
Guy ran a hand through his short spiked hair and grew very solemn, "Guys, you know."
The figure skater placed his hand on Guy's shoulder, "Sorry dude, I should've remembered."
He shook his head, "No, its all right." He smiled, "What are you doing here?"
Guy smirked, "I left something here," He paused, "I was suppose to go back to Minnesota. No point anymore cause you guys are all here."
Kenneth hugged him, "Going back? You?"
He laughed, "My shrink said I should. You know visit the past."
Greg hit him on the back, "About time, you've been running away for so long."
Guy faked a laugh, "Very funny, Goldie."
Julie and Adam came up behind them. Her hand natural resting on her bulging belly, but there was no trace of a smile on her face, "Guy." She paused her brows creasing in consternation, "I think you have to leave."
Adam's eyes got a wave of confusion on her. Greg responded before he could, "What?" His face had clear and utter shock on it, "Cat lady, you kickin' a duck out? A duck?"
She shook her head, "I'm sorry, Goldberg." She turned to Guy, "I think you know why and I think you know where the door is."
His face was dark and sober, but he managed a slight nod, "Yeah, I do." He looked at the guys with sympathy, "Seems like I worn out my welcome years ago." He hugged Adam, "Later Guys."
He walked, slowly and soberly to the door. Julie ran after him. "Guy wait!"
He turned to look at her, confusion present in his sparkling blue eyes, "What is it, Jules? I thought you had kicked me out."
She shook her head, "Guy, you know I have my reasons."
He nodded, "Yeah and they're outside with Dwayne."
She bit her lip, "How'd you know?"
"I'm not blind," He laughed bitterly, "I never have been."
She shook her head, "You know that's not true, she always loved you."
Another bit laugh sounded from his throat as he fully faced her, "But it wasn't enough was it?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess not."
But Guy's attention had left her and was now focused on a figure behind her. Her brows creased in consternation and annoyance at Guy's lack of attention, "Hello?" She asked, "Guy are you there?" He blinked and her brows creased in worry, "What is it Guy?"
He rushed past her, mumbling coherently, "My wife." As he rushed to her fallen side, he mumbled again, "My wife."
To Be Continued…
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