One Last Time
Chapter 10: Let It Out
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 ones not that good.
This takes place ten years after D3. Enjoy!
Judging by lack of reviews, I'm guessing that last chapter wasn't the brightest one so I hope this makes up for it and I beg you please review. I love to read what you thought of it.
Chapter 10: Let It Out
'…You used to say that there's a time we all deserve to lose our minds.
So I lost my mind now I'm ready to find my way…'
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"You okay Cons?" Her eyes bore into her best friend's, begging, pleading for an answer, for a reply, "Cons? Are you there?"
She sniffled slightly as the eyes of her best friend never left the ceiling of her room. The two brownish black eyes of the former Connie Moreau stared straight at the ceiling and didn't dare leave it. Julie reached to pick up Connie's hand from her seat next to the bed, "Cons, please? Can you hear me? Please respond."
Still there was no answer as the body lay there motionless and expressionless. The only movement from the body was that of her rhythmic breathing – in and out, in and out – over and over again.
Connie's hand was cold, almost frozen, in her warm hand. Her skin was pale in contrast to her tan skin. Her body was limp on the hospital bed and Julie didn't know exactly what to do.
Guy had called earlier and told her to get over as soon as she could, he would be leaving to join the Los Angeles Kings against the Texas Rangers that evening.
He hadn't been there when she arrived.
A nurse, a hefty one with an attitude, acting as if she were a movie star with her nose in the air, instead of a nurse taught to serve others and not herself, directed her towards Connie's room. She had expected Guy to be there, but was disappointed that he was not.
Guy had changed in the past few weeks and she didn't quite understand why. Connie and he had been keeping a lot of secrets she noted from everyone.
Even her and she was Connie's best friend.
She was reminded sometime that it hurt too much to speak of and she knew it was true. She had been the godmother after all and it had hurt her so much that she wondered just how much it hurt the parents.
Connie's head hadn't turned and her body hadn't moved since she had entered the room. It was as if her best friend had suddenly left and retreated into another world, but still was living in this world.
Could it be Guy's sudden absence, she asked her self. Could it be me, she questioned.
"Connie, please." She pleaded, "Answer me."
And still there was no answer from the motionless body with white sheets wrapped around her body and an IV hooked to her arm. A breathing device was around her head and two tubes went through her nose and yet there was still no answer from Connie Germaine.
Julie sniffled yet again and blinked her eyes. She would not cry.
There was no sound except Connie's light breathing and the beeping from the life support machine.
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
Again, she told her self, she would not cry.
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"Jules?" He asked, "Julie, you okay now?"
Julie blinked and wiped more tears from her eyes and glanced up at Portman. She jumped back when she realized and her mind registered that she was in his arms and he was soothing her as she cried.
"Thanks, Dean." She mumbled, "I'm fine."
He nodded and pulled his arms father away from her, "I'm sorry Julie."
She shook her head, "No, I'm the one that should be sorry, Dean." She paused, "You have every right to know like everyone else."
He nodded half hoping she would explain and half-hoping she would spare the pain that he knew would come. But still, he continued to encourage her with his eyes, "There's a reason for Guy and Connie's split." She wiped her eyes; "Connie went behind his back with Charlie."
Dean nodded and she waited as his mind registered all she said. He sat back astonished. "You can't tell anyone." She continued. He nodded, "Connie and Guy would kill me."
Finally, the tough enforcer found his voice, "I can't believe it…"
She nodded, "Neither can I."
He closed his eyes, hoping to wake up from his nightmare, "And all these years I thought it was because of Katie."
"It was…" Her voice trailed off, "In a way. Everything went downhill after her death."
"Just like Fulton." He concluded as the realization came to his mind.
She reached for his hand and squeezed, "Just like Fulton."
"Geez," He mumbled, "I've been a fool."
Her brows creased in consternation, "What do you mean?"
"I didn't think death could really effect anyone." He sniffled, "I mean I thought yeah, Fulton's gone and everything's changed. I lost my best friend. I thought I was the only one." He paused, "They seemed to have everything together at the funeral."
She shook her head, "But they didn't." She wiped her eyes; "They couldn't stand to be in the same room with each other. It hurt too much."
He nodded, "I just don't understand Jules."
"What don't you understand?"
"How can you love someone so much and still let all the hurt and the pain take over your relationship?" His eyes bore into hers, wanting to know the answer so bad.
She shrugged, "I don't know Dean," She paused and sniffled, "Honestly I thought just like you and everyone else, everything seemed fine until that one day."
He nodded and let the silence envelop them slightly. Finally he spoke up, "Let's stop thinkin' about the past, Jules." His brown eyes perked slightly and he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, "The past only brings pain."
She smiled at him and then whispered to her self, "So they keep reminding me."
He reached out and enveloped her in a hug, "It's okay Jules, everything's gonna be all right."
She shook out of his embrace, "Why do we all have to have these bad pasts, Dean?"
He shrugged, "Life throws us places and those circumstances make us who we are. I guess it's what brings us together again and again."
"Or what keeps us apart." She mumbled.
He nodded, "There's an exception to every rule."
She laughed, the solemn mood broken, "Since when did you become such a philosopher?"
He laughed slightly too, forgetting what had been bothering him seconds before, "Shoot Jules," He breathed, "Since I started paying attention in school."
She laughed and smiled for the first time since their conversation had begun. He saw that smile and smiled back at her, "There's the cat lady I know." He brought his hand up to wipe a tear off her face.
Her smile widened, "You've always been sweet Dean."
He smirked, "But that wasn't enough was it?"
She shook her head, "I guess not."
He nodded, "Adam's great though. If there was anyone I'd want for you to marry it would be him."
She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks Dean," She paused, "That means a lot."
He nodded, "Does the baby kick a lot Jules?" He asked suddenly.
She nodded, "It's very active. I think it'll be a hockey player."
He smiled, "Can I feel…?"
"Of course Dean," Using her own hand, she guided his hand down to her belly where a tiny being inside of her lived.
And it kicked and he was amazed, "Wow. I've never felt anything like it since I wasn't around for…" She nodded, understanding what he meant. He breathed in and then out, "It's so incredible."
She smiled, "I know." She paused, "It's a breathtaking and a spellbinding thing to think, 'wow, this living creature inside of me I helped create out of love'."
He smiled, "Is it a boy?"
She nodded, feeling quite proud.
"What do you think you'll call it?" He asked.
She smiled and reached up and ran her hand across his cheek sisterly, "Oh, I don't know." She smiled, "Dean, maybe."
He laughed, pulling his hand away, "I like the sound of that." She smiled as he moved to stand and then helped her up, "Thanks, Julie. You always knew how to reach people."
She nodded, "Find me later and we'll talk more."
He nodded and was about to leave, but then turned back around. His eyes were solemn and they had lost the glow from before. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at her, "I don't know if you know or not Jules and I don't know if I'm suppose to say anything or not." He looked away and then back at her beautiful face, "But Adam couldn't taste his beer at first."
Everything became a blur once more as tears overwhelmed her.
She could've sworn her heart stopped beating at that exact moment.
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"What are you doing?" He snapped.
Her reverie was broken and she looked up to see his angry face. "Guy…" She breathed and looked away unable to meet his eyes and see the look that she thought was there. But it wasn't.
She remembered suddenly at the sound of his voice, at the vision of his face, that she was in Katie's supposed bedroom – the room that hadn't been opened in ages. She was trying to remember, but just couldn't and now here he was bitter and angry with her once more.
"What are you doing in here?" He snapped again, his tone loud and callous.
She leaned back from the bed she had been seated on, away as far as possible from him. "Guy, I can explain –" She began only to be interrupted.
"Don't give me your stupid excuses!" He screamed, "You're not suppose to be in here."
"Don't do this Guy."
"Don't do what Connie?" He screamed, "You aren't suppose to be here!"
She shook her head, standing to meet his gaze, "This is my house to." She paused, "Don't push me away again Guy."
"You did all the pushing." He hissed.
"Why are you so hurt?" She questioned.
He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, calming his heart, "Get out, Connie," He whispered, "Please Connie, just get out."
She shook her head, "No. I have every right to be here as you do!" Her voice grew to a whisper; "She was my daughter."
"She was mine too." He snapped. "And I loved her more than I ever thought I could love a child. And I loved you."
"Oh, grow up Guy." She cried, stress reeling into her voice. She tried to calm herself, the doctor said she could not stress. Her voice grew hushed again, "We knew that the romance would die out. We knew there would be pain. We knew it all and still look what happened."
He shook his head, trying to deny the truth, "No," He cried, now shaking his head furiously, "No. No one told me I would lose my daughter."
Her eyes stared him down. "No one told me I would lose my husband."
He continued to shake his head and finally he collapsed to the ground and covered his ears with his hands, "Please Connie just get out…" He wiped his eyes, "It hurts too much to look at you!" His body began to shake; "It hurts too much to be in this room."
She shook her head and tried not to laugh, "Oh come on Guy." She breathed in and then out, "Katie's dead. There's nothing else to say or do. She's been dead." She paused, staring at him on the floor, "Stop living in this fantasy dream world, where she's going to come back. She's not, she's dread and you have to accept that, get over it and move on."
He shook his head, biting his lip in anger, "Like you did." He hissed, sitting up, "Sinking into a depression – Oh that's moving on all right!" He scoffed.
She shook her head, her anger coming back, "I wasn't an alcoholic – I didn't sell my soul to anything!"
He shook his head in disgust, "But you jumped into his bed," he paused, "What's Charlie then if you didn't sell your soul, just another puppet brought in to entertain you? You whore!"
She reached out and with all her might she slapped his across the face and he staggered back.
"Don't!" She cried, "You left me alone and what I was suppose to do…I hurt too," Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I just wanted to be loved."
He shook his head, not listening, "So you jumped into his bed. You couldn't wait for me to come around." He looked away, "I came around Connie. If you don't remember, I was there when they first took you to the hospital. I held your hand for a long time."
"But you let it go, the first sign of trouble!" She screamed back.
He stood and towered over her, "Only because you stabbed me in the back!" He retorted loudly, "I never asked for any of this."
She shook her head, "Yes you did!" She cried, "When you first took a sip of that, you did!"
"I was eighteen, how was I suppose to know!" His voice dropped, "I grew up with this around me, how I was suppose to know it did all this?" He paused, "I just needed something that would help me get over you."
"You should've gotten a clue Guy. It was all right in front of your face!" she shook her head, "I tried to keep you from it, but you wouldn't stop."
"You don't understand what this is like Connie." He breathed out; "It takes away all the pain that you caused!"
"Pain that I caused? Whatever pain it was, you brought it on yourself, Guy." She hissed, "You brought it on yourself. I loved you."
"That didn't mean anything though, did it?"
She blinked back tears, "Don't accuse me ever of not loving you! For a while that's all I did!"
"Well you should've tried harder!" He laughed sinisterly, "Cause if you haven't seen already we ain't nothing anymore! No Guy and Connie or Connie and Guy, just Connie by herself and just Guy by himself."
"It was your fault," She screamed, "You ran away!"
Suddenly she watched him move to hit her, his fist raised in the air, ready to land a blow to her. It moved forward and almost in slow motion she watched as it inched closer to her body.
"Don't! Guy!" She heard suddenly and both whirled around to see Charlie standing in the doorway. "Don't Guy! Don't you lay a hand on her!"
Guy turned rather abrasively and pointed his finger at Charlie, "No!" He screamed, "You stay out of this Conway, it doesn't concern you!"
Charlie shook his head, "If you want to blame anyone Guy. Don't blame her, blame me."
Guy shook his head and dropped his hand, "No," He cried, "Don't speak, just go away Conway."
Charlie approached him, only to have Guy back away, "No." He spoke calmly, "I have to say this Guy." He shook his head and looked at Connie apologetically, "It was my fault, buddy, I charmed her, seduced her. She was vulnerable and I took advantage." He grew sullen, "I had known it was wrong and still did it. It wasn't Connie's fault and its not yours." He took a deep breath; "She loves you, not me. It was never me."
"No," Guy cried, shaking his head and collapsing to his knees, "No, it's not true." He cried, "It's not true. It's impossible!" He screamed. The tears continued to fall and he continued to ramble, "It's not true. I loved her." He curled into a fetal position and began to weep, "My daughter," His mantra began, "My daughter."
Connie took one look at him and then at Charlie before she lowered herself to the ground and took him into her arms, she held him as he wept and slowly felt her own tears come to her eyes, "My daughter." He continued, "My daughter." He wrapped his arms around her waist and cried against her bosom, "My daughter."
Charlie began to walk away when she called his name. He turned to look at her and as she held him in her arms, arms that had once held him, she whispered, "Thank you."
He nodded and left.
Hearing that mantra still, "My daughter. My daughter."
He tried not to cry and tried to forget all those times she had called Guy's name, but he had ignored it.
Connie soothed Guy, "Shh," rubbed his head gently, "Shh…" She replied, "Let it out, Guy, let it all out."
Through the hallway his hollow voice could still be heard saying my daughter, my daughter…
And some time later his mantra changed to I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby…
At that point, she joined him and wept with his voice ringing through her ears.
I'm so sorry baby, so very sorry.
To Be Continued…
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