One Last Time
Chapter 14: Visitations
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. Unfortunately, I had a difficult time writing such baby fluff, please forgive me. I know its not that good, but please REVIEW!!!! Next chapter will be the killer, this one just had to fill in the gaps.

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Sorry there's three cuss words here and a few references to other stuff.

And by the way the italics now mean flashbacks.

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Chapter 14: I hate these visitations, they make me remember…

'…Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night…'

"You're what?" He screamed.

She looked up at him angrily; "My water broke!"

His brows creased, "What does that mean?"

She sighed and gripped her stomach. She let out a loud scream of agony after the contraction passed she looked at him again, "I'm going to have the baby!"

Eyes went wide, "What?" He shook his head; "You're like seventh months!"

"I know," She screamed in frustration, "Just go get Connie get the car!"

He rubbed his temple, "All right," He started to freak out, his nerves were rattled and his voice shook as he spoke, "Don't go anywhere."

He ran up the stairs, screaming, "Connie!" He cried, "Connie where are you?"

Suddenly, he became very dizzy and he couldn't figure out which direction was which. He began to spin in circles, not exactly remembering what he was doing. The ache in his head fumed harder now as the circles he spun increased the pain.

"Connie!" He screamed.

Suddenly two small hands were on his shoulders, steadying, "Adam," She replied, "Adam calm down, its me, Connie."

Slowly her face came into focus and he saw that her eyes were set on him. Another figure, familiar and unfamiliar, was in the background.

Her eyes grew with concern, "Adam what is it?"

"Julie's water broke." He fumbled. He hadn't even finished the sentence because Connie had bolted down the stairs. Yelling at her guest to get the car.

Adam looked at him and watched as the figure came into focus, "Guy…" He stated.

The man looked at him with concern, "Come on, Adam, let's go!" He grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs.

Adam's sigh blurred again and finally came into focus when he was in the passenger seat of Guy's forerunner and Connie and Julie were in the back practicing breathing exercises.

Several times Julie screamed in agony.

It hurt his ears when she screamed. He thought it was loud, but the others didn't seem to notice. He shrugged; maybe he was just imagining things.

Or…

No, he closed his eyes it couldn't be that.

He was fine.

"Adam…" Julie cried between breathing and contractions.

He turned to look at her and grasp her hands, "It's all right, Jules, we're almost there."

We're almost there.

He turned then and looked at the road, "Geez, Guy, can't you go any faster?" He screamed.

Guy shot him a look; "I'm going as fast as I can!"

"We're almost there, right?" He questioned.

A laugh, "Year, almost." Suddenly he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. Adam assumed it was the hospital's, "Hello? Yeah my friends having her baby," He turned to look at Julie, "Two months in advance," He paused listening to the other person on the line, "Yeah, okay, yeah." He sighed, "We'll be there in two minutes."

Adam nodded, "Hang in there, Jules, we're almost there." He reached to rub his temple and smiled at her sheepishly.

We're almost there – almost, babe.

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Sitting here in the waiting room reminded him of something. Reminded him of the happiest day of his life. Reminded him of the memories he had longed to forget.

Reminded him of Katie.

He had been so nervous. Him? A father? He had been so nervous and he hadn't known what to do. Much like Adam - so naïve, so young – too young to be having a child.

He glanced at Connie. He knew she was reminded too. He took her hand in his and she smiled.

Somehow, it made everything a little better.

He glanced at Katie and then glanced back the newspaper he was reading. It was his first day off in a long time and Connie decided to shove the babysitting duties on him. She and Julie had gone out to do "girl stuff" and said they wouldn't be back until later.

He had decided to take Katie to visit their new home.

It was almost done and she had loved it. They played in the beach for a while as he dipped the two-year-old's feet into the water and she laughed giddily.

It was days like this that he lived for.

She had played in the sand, throwing it in his hair, getting it in her swimsuit. He had got angry, but it was memories like that that made the day worthwhile.

And yet it was the night that he had cherished most.

But that night had been the worst.

"Dada."

He turned from his paper again, "What'd did you call me?" He smiled.

She smiled back, "Dada." His smile grew and he planted a kiss on her forehead. She laughed, "Dada."

Glanced at the clock, "Oh, boy." He started, "It's time for bed."

She frowned, grabbing his leg, "Dada."

"Yes," He breathed out, picking up the baby, "Time for bed."

"Dada."

He smiled again and shook his head; "We're still going to bed."

She frowned and he smiled.

She was beautiful. Her light blond hair combed as it waved in a pattern similar to his own hair. Her tiny hands were curled in balls and her head rested gently on his shoulder. He began to sway to unnamed music. Tenderly, as he swayed, his placed one hand on her head and kissed her tiny head.

She yawned and her eyes began to close slowly, "Da…da…"

He placed her in her crib and kissed her goodnight. Turning the baby monitor on as he left. He fell asleep. He dreamed of a nightmare. One that sent shivers spiraling down his spine. He was alone in the dream, very alone. No Connie, no Katie, no nothing.

When he awoke, he alone.

He rubbed his temple, "Just a nightmare." He replied. His body was covered head to toe in sweat and he ached badly. "Just a nightmare."

A shadow loomed over him. She smiled, "Hey baby."

He nodded, "Hey."

She came onto the bed placed her head on his shoulder. Slowly drifting to bed, "It's late." He stated.

She looked up and kissed his lips, "Out late."

"Feed Katie?" He asked.

Her brows creased, "Why?"

"Isn't it time?" He questioned.

Rose from his chest and looked at clock, "You're right, but she hasn't…" Her voice trailed off. She listened to the monitor – raspy sounds were coming from the crib.

"Maybe you should check on her." He informed.

She nodded with concern, "Yes, I should."

He would never be alone, right? Pushing the dream off to the back of his mind, he was about to drift off when he heard it. Katie's crying, raspy and short, shallow and non-rhythmic, but a cry no less.

A cry he hadn't heard before.

"GUY!"

The scream was loud enough to wake up the entire neighbor hood and it certainly had him running out of bed and into the nursery.

"What is it?" he asked frantically.

Connie looked worriedly on and was trying helplessly to calm the crying baby down. She looked up at him, "I came in here and she wasn't breathing well." Her eyes bore into his, "Now she won't stop crying."

It wasn't a cry though – well not the one she usually cried – it was different.

Come on, think Germaine, you've had training.

"Let me see." She passed him Katie and he pulled the baby up to his ear. Trying to hear her heart beat and breath – he couldn't. He checked her pulse – irregular. What did all this mean?

"We've got to get her to the hospital."

Connie drove as he held her in his arms, trying to think of what to do, but not remembering. It wasn't very far to the hospital but it seemed like it. When they were almost there, she stopped crying and he realized she had stopped breathing.

And he couldn't do anything, couldn't save her, his own daughter.

Katie died in his arms.

She nudged him, "Hey, you there?"

He opened his eyes and smiled slightly, "Yeah."

She snuggled more under his arm, "Remember the last time we were here?"

He nodded.

He was distant she noted. Far away, far far away from her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then glanced back at her, "I'm going to get a drink of water."

She nodded and watched him leave. There was something wrong, she noted also. And so, she waited for him to come back.

She hated hospitals.

Ever since Katie's death, she's hated them. They're were so morbid, filled with people living and dying, breathing and not breathing. It was a sad place to be, to work at.

It had, in a sense, taken her life.

Because of the hospital, she had watched Guy fade away and it had snatched Katie from their arms. She hated hospitals – despised them.

He looked at her, "Any news?"

Shook her head somberly, "Nope."

He nodded. She didn't reach for his hand, though she had a great impulse to, "Are you all right?" She asked.

He looked away and then back at her. His cerulean blue eyes bore into hers, "Are you?"

She shook her head, "No." She paused and sniffled, "No, I'll never be all right at a hospital."

"She died in my arms," He looked away.

She came over, gently rubbing his head, "I know."

He buried his head in his hands; "I couldn't save her." He paused sniffling; "I couldn't save her."

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Entering the house brought memories to his mind. Memories he had tried hard to forget.

"Please stand for the jury's verdict."

He and his attorney stood.

The jury began, "We, the jury, find Dean Portman, guilty of manslaughter charges in the Banks-Averman case. You, Dean Portman, are hereby sentence to twenty hours of community service and your license is revoked and will not be reinstated until you are twenty-one."

"Here comes Dean Portman. He rounds the corner; he fakes one way. He shoots! He scores!"

One, who had never been into this room, would have turned away in tears. But Dean Portman had, he had been there several times.

He had watched with amusement those learning to walk and had smiled when they accomplished that. Other times, he had cried tears of pain when saw those fail and learn of those who never would.

Dean smiled, "Hey."

Pushing up the glasses from his nose, the man across the way, smiled, "Hey, a game of cards?"

He nodded straightening his black leather jacket and pulling up a chair, "What game?"

A shrug, "Black jack?"

Smiled, "Deal'm out."

He watched as his friend dealt the cards out. The atmosphere was sad and depressing. Though, the people who had built it tried to make it happy, he just couldn't stand the sober air that hung over it.

He glanced at his counterpart, reddish-blond hair shining in the artificial light of the room.

"What are you doing here, Dean-mister?" He questioned, pushing the glasses up on his nose again.

He watched the fall down slightly again, "You need new glasses buddy."

Moving to get his wallet, his counterpart spoke, "I don't take donations."

"You don't have a job." He paused, "You can't get a job."

A cynical laugh, "Have you been talking to my doctor again, Dean?"

A smile, "What can I say?" He paused, growing serious; "I do worry about you, Les."

"Is it because you did this to me?" He questioned.

Avoiding the topic, "Did Guy visit you?"

"You're changing the subject." He acknowledged, reaching to push the glasses back above his nose.

"Did he?" he asked again.

He shook his head, "No." He paused, "Why would he?" He looked away, "He hates me."

"He hates us all."

He watched as Dean flipped his card, "I don't blame him." He paused, "Now did you come to see me cause you feel bad. Come to check on the man you crippled."

No answer.

He continued bitterly, "You got off easily, Dean, look at me." He flipped his card and looked at Dean's, "I win."

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"I'm sending you the divorce papers." Said the voice on the other line.

"Divorce?" She questioned. "You don't want to work this out Guy?"

"No."

"You can't stand confrontation, can you?" She questioned from her bed.

There was a sigh, "We're on a phone, it wouldn't be confrontation."

"Why don't you want to work it out?" she wiped her eyes.

"You hurt me bad Cons and I'm not going to wear my heart on my sleeve again." The voice broke,

"Connie, you don't seem to understand how bad it hurts."

"No, I do."

"How could you? I've never cheated on you."

"Guy-" She cried.

"Listen, I've got to catch a plane, talk to you some other time."

"Yeah." She replied somberly.

"Later." The line went dead.

And then she cried because she knew she had lost him and it was all her fault.

"We need to talk, babe."

She nudged him. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled gently at her. "Yeah?"

Closing her eyes, breathing out, "We need to talk."

He sat up and ran a hand through his blond hair, "What is it?" He paused, "I don't like that 'we need to talk' start for a conversation."

"We have a lot to work out, Guy."

His eyes narrowed at her, "Something's wrong?"

"Guy…"

He sniffled and looked at her, "What is it now?" He cried.

Simply, "I can't be with you."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "What?"

"I'm sorry…" She began, "I love you Guy, honestly I do." She paused, "I just can't. I can't relive what happened, I don't want to hurt you again."

"You won't hurt me," He placed his hand on her cheek, "You didn't hurt me in the first place, I hurt myself."

"I won't allow it Guy," She cried, "I won't allow it."

"You are my heart Connie, without you I can't breathe." He began, "Don't leave me please."

"But still-"

"No," He interrupted her; "I love you. I won't lose you, not again, not now, not ever."

"Guy-" He kissed her, forceful. The kiss was hard and not romantic, but it was a kiss done to compensate for their loss, to make up the years they had given away. Slowly it grew gentler and she matched his intensity with her own passion.

Brining hand up to his face, "Guy, I -"

"Mr. Germanie?"

He turned at the sound of his name and sighed, "Yes?"

"Mrs. Banks is out of labor and fine."

He nodded, "Thanks."

"Can we see them?" Connie asked.

"No," The doctor paused, "It's not too good, I'm afraid I can't let you at this hour." He smiled briefly, "Why don't you two go home and get some rest and come back in the morning?"

They had no choice but to comply.

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"What's wrong?" She asked. Adam held her hand, but she refused to listen to his soothing words of comfort.

"You've had a boy, Mrs. Banks," The doctor paused and glanced over at the nurses, "Everything is fine."

"I want to see my baby!" She complained, shaking away Adam's hand and brushing away from his kiss.

"My baby." She demanded, "Let me see."

"I'm afraid we can't let you see it, Mrs."

"What?" She asked frantically, "My baby!" She screamed.

"Jules." He reached over and brushed a strand of sweaty hair back, "Calm down, Jules."

"No," She shook her head; "I want to see my baby!"

The doctor came back to her, "You can see your baby after you get some rest, how's that?"

Adam nodded and the doctor smiled. She had lost, "Oh all right." She sighed and closed her eyes.

She dreamed of a baby, not her baby, but another's.

"She's precious Connie." Her counterpart smiled as she handed her the baby Katie. Julie continued, "She's beautiful."

Connie laughed, "I think so too." And she reached to caress some blond fuzz on her head.

"Ten toes and fingers…" Her voice trailed off, "Do I need to count, or has Guy already?"

Connie laughed, "He has checked – many times in fact."

She looked back down at the baby, "She's got Guy's hair and eyes," Julie observed, "But I think she has your nose."

Connie's face scrunched, "My nose?"

"Yeah, you're nose…" She glanced up at Connie, "Don't give me that look." She sighed, "Your nose is…I don't know…but it just looks like your nose."

"So you're saying my nose is flat and round?" Connie questioned through fits of laughter.

Julie kicked her, "If the shoe fits." The two sobered and Julie continued to observe and admire Katie. "She's amazing."

"Isn't she?" Connie questioned, "I still can't believe that this is my daughter. She's so small."

"So much like Guy."

Connie smiled, "I know."

"Speaking of which," Julie began, "How's he taking his new job of fatherhood?"

Connie laughed, "He's sleeping." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Men have it easy. They knock you up and then expect you to do everything." She paused, "No, he's been really good. I'm lucky to have him."

"And he's lucky to have you," She smiled.

She caressed the blond fuzz again, "And we're both lucky to have you."

"Aw…"

"Jules!" Connie laughed and then grew serious, "Jules, Guy and I were wondering…"

"Yes?" She asked. Looking down at the baby as it yawned again. Slowly she began to rock it back and forth so it wouldn't cry.

"Guy and I were wondering if you could be the godmother, that is of course if you wanted to be."

Julie looked up surprised, "Geez, Cons, do you even have to ask?"

Connie smiled, "I didn't think so."

Julie smiled down at the baby, "Hey, Katie, how ya doing? It's me, Aunt Julie, I'm going to be your godmother." She paused, "I love you."

When she awoke, she was in another room. This room was quiet and almost empty. There was no light on and the only sound was a machine, beep, beep, beep…

No one seemed to be the room.

The room had a dreary and weary aura around it. It was then that she realized she was in the hospital. The door opened suddenly to reveal the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

Adam…

"Hey, sleeping beauty." He smiled. Sitting down next to her bed, "Sleep well?"

She smiled and reached up to caress the side of his head, "Like a baby." She paused, "I love you."

Kissed her tenderly, caressing her lips with his own, "Love you too, Jules."

"How's the baby?"

His face grew sober. "He's up in ICU. He'll live, he's just premature." He paused, "Everything's going to be all right, Jules. In fact, I think we should name him."

She sighed, "We never thought of a name."

He ran his hand hair some of her hair, "I know."

Closed her eyes, thinking, "I know."

"What?" He questioned, smiling at her.

Simply, "Joshua Adam Banks."

He nodded, "I like the sound of that."

"That way, he can have your name."

"That's a great idea, Jules." He smiled, "The doctor said as soon as your up we can call someone to help us get to the ICU unit."

She nodded, "What are we waiting for Adam?"

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If he thought the hospital ER was sad, he hadn't seen the ICU. The ICU was depressing and made the ER seem like a circus.

He rubbed his temple; his headache still hadn't gone away.

They found "Banks Boy" by the wall. Julie was wheeled in a nurse and he followed behind.

He hadn't seen Julie this happy since they got married. Even though she was thoroughly exhausted, she still was in high spirits to see her son – their son.

He was very small, Adam noted, smaller than normal, but Julie didn't seem to mind or at least she didn't show it. He had no hair and he was very thin. Some tubes were hooked up to him, but mainly he was just lying there.

When Julie saw him she also burst into tears.

"Precious," She called. She looked at him. "Oh my, Adam, he's so tiny." She looked at the doctor, "Is he going to be all right?"

"We don't know for sure," The doctor began, "Only time will tell."

She nodded and placed her hand on the unit that held her son, "Hang in there, Josh." She continued, "Adam, why don't you say hello to Josh? Adam? Adam!"

She heard voices all at once then and everything became a blur.

"Dear god!"

"Let's get this man down stairs!"

"He's convulsing!"

"Let's go!"

To be continued…

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