Wow...people reviewed...I'm so happy! I made this chapter extra long to
make up for the last one.
Dana- Thanks for tellin' me! ^^ I'll be sure to be original...lol. Thank for being my first reviewer!
Jess- Thank you! *wipes tears of joy away from eyes* I will be sure to keep the bonding in mind when I'm writing this story. There are definitely circumstances I'm thinking of that could have major Charlie-Coach bonding moments. Thanks for reviewing!
Chelsea- Wow, I like you already! My name is Chelsea too! ^_^ I'm glad my story tweaks your melon...o.O...lol! ^_^ Thanks for reviewing!
Bottles- I'm glad you think so. I'm kinda self-conscience...lol. I'm glad you enjoyed that line, I'm all for humor! ^_^
Joshrox116- I'm glad you like it!
Skeet11- I hope I don't disappoint you! ^_^
Disclaimer- Sorry, I forgot one in the first chapter...but I don't own the Mighty Ducks...only the plot.
-Chapter 2-
"Alright guys, it's time to start practice!" Coach Orion shouts as he walks out onto the ice.
The Ducks all stopped what they were doing and skated over to where their coach stood.
"Okay, we beat Varsity and that's all fine and great, but that doesn't mean we'll be slacking off for the rest of the year. Is that clear? You guys, and girls," he said, looking at the two girls of the team, Julie and Connie, before continuing. "...are excellent athletes and I'm proud of what you've accomplished this year. We've had our moments of rebelliousness," he looks at Charlie and Fulton. "...and we've had new additions," He glances at Dean Portman and Adam Banks. "...but that just helps us grow as a team. I'm expecting a lot from you Ducks and I know you can rise above the rest. We should be working our butts off but I have a better plan. This is ONLY for today, okay? So don't get too used to it." Coach Orion said, starting his speech.
"C'mon coach, tell us you're plan!" Averman thought out loud. He blushed and grinned when he realized he had said it out loud. "Sorry coach."
"It's okay Averman. But I was just getting to that. I decided to let you guys have the day off." They cheered at this revelation. Maybe Coach Orion wasn't so bad afterall!
"But I expect twice the work next time! No go on, finish your game. You can do that little lasso thing you guys do or run your own game. It's your choice. I'm going to go sit in my office and work on some papers." Coach Orion said, walking towards his office.
"Wow! This is so cool! Coach never let's us do stuff like this! I wonder why the change of heart." Goldburg said to the rest of the Ducks.
"Who cares? Let's play some hockey!" Portman said, slamming into Averman and running off with the puck that had somehow magically appeared on the ice.
"Hey!" Averman said as he sat up on the ice. He looked around and noticed everyone was already gone and playing the game. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.
They all began playing the game when by chance, Charlie looked up to see a shadow standing in the doorway. It looked kind of like the guy from before. He shook his head and thought how it couldn't be the man from that morning. That is was only his imagination playing tricks on him. Besides, the guy was too far away to be able to tell for sure.
He got back in the game before anyone noticed he was ever out.
But Coach Orion saw Charlie's moment of distraction and followed the boy's gaze to a figure in the doorway. He didn't remember asking anyone to drop by so he went to find out who is was.
"Sir? Can I help you in any way?" Orion asked the man as he approached the doorway.
"No, just observing your players. They're very good." The man said with his eyes glued on Charlie.
"They are talented. With the right leadership and guidance, they always manage to pull through. Would you like to sit in the stands so you have a better view?" Orion asked.
The man accepted the offer and followed Coach Orion to the stands and they sat down.
"Is there any particular reason that you're watching the kids?" Orion asked, watching as Portman knocked Luis off his feet while Fulton scored a goal right through Goldburg's legs. Ah, the joys of the Bash Brothers.
"Just curiosity. I heard about them and wanted to see for myself." The man said, his blue eyes burning holes through the back of Charlie's head.
"Why don't you come to a game instead? This is really just their goof-off time. We're usually working hard but today I decided to give them a break. It is Saturday after all." Orion said.
"I figured it was safest just to come now. I didn't know when games were or if I could make it." The man said, watching the mini-game intently.
"By the way, who are you? Any relation to the kids or just a fan?" Orion asked, wondering why the man didn't just go to the office for schedules or even ask him.
"Call me George." The man said.
Orion furrowed his eyebrow when the man gave no last name and didn't answer his second question. But he didn't want to pry so he just accepted that answer.
"Okay...George. Would you like to meet the kids before you leave?" Orion asked politely, hoping the guy would leave soon. He had a weird air about him.
"I would love that." The man, George replied as he gave a small smile, the first sign of emotion he had shown since he arrived.
Orion just nodded as they stood up and walked out on the ice where Charlie was skating in for a goal.
"Ducks! There's someone who wants to meet you." Orion shouted, throwing Charlie off balance and sliding into the goal instead and the puck flying in another direction, knocking Goldburg down with him.
The rest of them laughed. "Smooth one Spazway!"
Charlie just pulled himself out of the goal and gave them a playful glare. "He just threw off my concentration!"
"Sure Spaz, that's what they ALL say! Blame it on Coach why don't ya!" Banks said, his eyes still dancing with laughter.
"Shuttup Cake-Eater!" Charlie said with a grin as he threw the puck at Adam's head. It hit Adam in the mask of his helmet, causing the puck to bounce off him and back on the ice where it belonged.
"Hey now, violence is not the answer!" Julie said, grinning as well.
"Ducks! Remember me? Your coach? The one's who is talking to you?" Orion said to get their attention back on him.
They all stopped laughing. Charlie and Goldburg skated silently over to the group and looked at Coach Orion, waiting for him to speak again.
"That's better. This is George. He said he wanted to get to know you personally. He also told me that he's heard about you guys and wants to see you play." Orion said.
Charlie froze when he noticed who the man was. His eyes slightly widened but he tried to pretend as if nothing was wrong. Did he follow him? Nah, that would just be creepy. Wait, he got it now! The man had wanted to talk to him about the Ducks! How could he have been so stupid? Yeah, he didn't want to talk to Charlie, he wanted to talk to the Ducks! Charlie let out his breath, satisfied with that answer.
"Please introduce yourselves while I get some coffee." Orion said as he headed to his office for some coffee.
"I'm Julie Gafney. I'm the goalie." Julie said.
"What am I, chopped liver?" Goldburg asked, glaring at Julie.
"No, you're Goldburg, the BACKUP goalie. Silly you." Julie said with a grin.
Goldburg glared at her. "I'm Goldburg. I USED to be goalie before the Cat Lady stole my place!"
"Chill out you two." Charlie said, separating them with his hands.
They just folded their arms before eventually smiling at each other, making a silent truce.
"There, that's better." Charlie said, skating back over to where he had been standing before.
They all decided telling him their positions would be pointless so they resorted to just names.
"I'm Guy Germaine."
"Luis Mendoza."
"Connie Moreau."
"Fulton Reed."
"Dean Portman.
"Howdy, I'm Dwayne Robertson."
"Lester Averman."
"Kenny Wu."
"Russ Tyler."
"Adam Banks."
"Charlie Conway."
George nodded. "You may go back to your game now."
They all nodded and said thank you as they sped back off to get back in the game. Charlie lingered for a second in hesitation. Was the man leaving now? Was that it? Had this guy really stopped him this morning so he could ask the Ducks what their names were?
"Is there a problem?" George asked Charlie.
"H-Huh? N-no, sir, I just spaced off. Sorry." He said, snapping out of his thoughts and quickly turned to get back in the game.
The man watched as Charlie stole the puck from that Kenny kid and went for the goal he had missed earlier. 'Charlie, you've grown up so much in the past ten years...'
Soon enough practice was over. It was a Saturday so they were planning on heading out to find somewhere to hang out for the rest of the day. Portman and Fulton were already off the ice so they tossed Charlie his tennis shoes when he asked for them. Charlie took off only his skates in the middle of the ice and put on tennis shoes so he could walk without slipping, forgetting that tennis shoes don't work well on ice. He'd change out of the rest of his hockey stuff later. He nearly slipped walking on the ice with shoes but he didn't care. Everyone laughed when he finally fell down and hit the ice for the second time that day.
"This time, you can't even blame that on Coach. That was your own fault." Julie said, laughing.
George watched as Charlie stepped out of the rink, laughing with his friends. How could he have missed so much of Charlie's life? He would make it up to him...
"Charlie." George said as Charlie passed him.
The boy's laughter abruptly stopped. What did this guy want now?
"Yeah?" he asked, doing his best to suppress the annoyance he felt.
"Would you mind staying a minute? You said we could talk. Now that your practice is over, you won't be late for anything." George asked.
Charlie tried not to frown. He was stuck in a corner. "S-sure. Just for a minute though. Guys, I'll catch up with you later. Meet me at the court in 15 minutes?"
"Nah, we can wait. We wouldn't wanna leave you alone." Adam answered before anyone could agree with Charlie.
Charlie looked at him and gave him a silent 'thank you'. Adam just smiled and nodded.
George glanced between the two. It wasn't like he cared if they heard too; he was doing it for Charlie.
"I would rather it just be Charlie." George said, seeing how they would react.
"No way man! Anything you gotta say to one Duck, you gotta say to the rest! Us Ducks fly together and anything you can say to Charlie, you can say to us!" Goldburg said as they all nodded in affirmation.
Charlie looked at the man to see his reaction. "This is for Charlie's ears only. If he wishes to tell you later, he can very well do so. I don't care. But I would like to talk to him alone." George said sternly.
Adam looked at Charlie to see whether they should listen or insist on staying.
Charlie sighed. He nodded to Adam to let him know they could go on. He would tell them as soon as he got out of here. But what he didn't understand is what this man could have to say to him that he didn't want the other Ducks to hear. But then he said that they could be told later. It was all so confusing to Charlie.
Adam nodded back and he led the Ducks out of the room. "Catch ya later Conway!" Adam shouted.
"You got it Banksie! Don't do anything interesting without me!" Charlie shouted back as they left.
He then turned to the man. "Okay, what have you been dieing to say this whole time?"
"Charlie, do you know who I am?" the tall man asked Charlie.
"No, otherwise when I met you, I wouldn't have asked who you were. And I would probably be more willing to stay and chat." Charlie said, trying to control himself.
"Charlie, my name is George Conway. Charlie, I'm your father." George said, putting his hands on Charlie's hockey gear-adorned shoulders.
Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Wh-what? M-my dad? B-but..." he started, not really knowing what to say.
Then it hit him; this guy had to be lying! This wasn't his dad; this was just some whacko who knew his name...
"Liar!" Charlie said, his eyes flaming with anger as he pulled away out of the man's grasp.
"Charlie, I'm not lying to you! I'm your dad. The one your mother took you from. Charlie, I didn't want you to go. Your mother and I were having problems and you had to pay for it and I'm sorry. But I want to get to know you." George Conway said.
"No! You're lying!" Charlie said again turning to walk away.
The man grabbed Charlie by the shoulders again and flipped him around so they were facing each other again. "Listen to me young man! I am your father and I don't appreciate your attitude!"
"Well I don't appreciate yours either! And you are not my father. Let me go!" Charlie said, struggling away.
He managed to break free of the man's grasp. He was stronger do to his athletic physique but Charlie was still upset that this guy had the nerve to do that in the first place! Who did he think he was?!
Coach Orion glanced out of his office. What were they doing? Charlie looked really upset. He decided he would watch to make sure nothing bad happened to one of his players. Especially the team Captain. Charlie was an interesting individual and one always has to keep an eye on him to keep him out of trouble.
"Charlie, just listen to me! Your mother's name is Casey Conway, maiden name Richardson. You've lived in the same house since you were four when your mother left me and took you with her. Your birthday is July 30th and you're fourteen years old." George said, trying to convince Charlie he wasn't lying.
"Okay, before I figured you were just crazy, but now you're a crazy STALKER!" Charlie said as he turned to run again.
"CHARLIE!" George shouted after the boy as he made a run for it.
"Excuse me sir, is there a problem?" Coach Orion asked as he steps of his office. He heard Charlie yell something then run.
"No. I was just leaving." George said as he watched Charlie run off like there was no tomorrow.
"Okay, just checking." Orion said, eyeing the man and the retreating boy suspiciously.
At that moment the man walked off in the direction of Charlie.
He was determined to make Charlie listen to him. Nothing would stop him from getting his son back.
Dana- Thanks for tellin' me! ^^ I'll be sure to be original...lol. Thank for being my first reviewer!
Jess- Thank you! *wipes tears of joy away from eyes* I will be sure to keep the bonding in mind when I'm writing this story. There are definitely circumstances I'm thinking of that could have major Charlie-Coach bonding moments. Thanks for reviewing!
Chelsea- Wow, I like you already! My name is Chelsea too! ^_^ I'm glad my story tweaks your melon...o.O...lol! ^_^ Thanks for reviewing!
Bottles- I'm glad you think so. I'm kinda self-conscience...lol. I'm glad you enjoyed that line, I'm all for humor! ^_^
Joshrox116- I'm glad you like it!
Skeet11- I hope I don't disappoint you! ^_^
Disclaimer- Sorry, I forgot one in the first chapter...but I don't own the Mighty Ducks...only the plot.
-Chapter 2-
"Alright guys, it's time to start practice!" Coach Orion shouts as he walks out onto the ice.
The Ducks all stopped what they were doing and skated over to where their coach stood.
"Okay, we beat Varsity and that's all fine and great, but that doesn't mean we'll be slacking off for the rest of the year. Is that clear? You guys, and girls," he said, looking at the two girls of the team, Julie and Connie, before continuing. "...are excellent athletes and I'm proud of what you've accomplished this year. We've had our moments of rebelliousness," he looks at Charlie and Fulton. "...and we've had new additions," He glances at Dean Portman and Adam Banks. "...but that just helps us grow as a team. I'm expecting a lot from you Ducks and I know you can rise above the rest. We should be working our butts off but I have a better plan. This is ONLY for today, okay? So don't get too used to it." Coach Orion said, starting his speech.
"C'mon coach, tell us you're plan!" Averman thought out loud. He blushed and grinned when he realized he had said it out loud. "Sorry coach."
"It's okay Averman. But I was just getting to that. I decided to let you guys have the day off." They cheered at this revelation. Maybe Coach Orion wasn't so bad afterall!
"But I expect twice the work next time! No go on, finish your game. You can do that little lasso thing you guys do or run your own game. It's your choice. I'm going to go sit in my office and work on some papers." Coach Orion said, walking towards his office.
"Wow! This is so cool! Coach never let's us do stuff like this! I wonder why the change of heart." Goldburg said to the rest of the Ducks.
"Who cares? Let's play some hockey!" Portman said, slamming into Averman and running off with the puck that had somehow magically appeared on the ice.
"Hey!" Averman said as he sat up on the ice. He looked around and noticed everyone was already gone and playing the game. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.
They all began playing the game when by chance, Charlie looked up to see a shadow standing in the doorway. It looked kind of like the guy from before. He shook his head and thought how it couldn't be the man from that morning. That is was only his imagination playing tricks on him. Besides, the guy was too far away to be able to tell for sure.
He got back in the game before anyone noticed he was ever out.
But Coach Orion saw Charlie's moment of distraction and followed the boy's gaze to a figure in the doorway. He didn't remember asking anyone to drop by so he went to find out who is was.
"Sir? Can I help you in any way?" Orion asked the man as he approached the doorway.
"No, just observing your players. They're very good." The man said with his eyes glued on Charlie.
"They are talented. With the right leadership and guidance, they always manage to pull through. Would you like to sit in the stands so you have a better view?" Orion asked.
The man accepted the offer and followed Coach Orion to the stands and they sat down.
"Is there any particular reason that you're watching the kids?" Orion asked, watching as Portman knocked Luis off his feet while Fulton scored a goal right through Goldburg's legs. Ah, the joys of the Bash Brothers.
"Just curiosity. I heard about them and wanted to see for myself." The man said, his blue eyes burning holes through the back of Charlie's head.
"Why don't you come to a game instead? This is really just their goof-off time. We're usually working hard but today I decided to give them a break. It is Saturday after all." Orion said.
"I figured it was safest just to come now. I didn't know when games were or if I could make it." The man said, watching the mini-game intently.
"By the way, who are you? Any relation to the kids or just a fan?" Orion asked, wondering why the man didn't just go to the office for schedules or even ask him.
"Call me George." The man said.
Orion furrowed his eyebrow when the man gave no last name and didn't answer his second question. But he didn't want to pry so he just accepted that answer.
"Okay...George. Would you like to meet the kids before you leave?" Orion asked politely, hoping the guy would leave soon. He had a weird air about him.
"I would love that." The man, George replied as he gave a small smile, the first sign of emotion he had shown since he arrived.
Orion just nodded as they stood up and walked out on the ice where Charlie was skating in for a goal.
"Ducks! There's someone who wants to meet you." Orion shouted, throwing Charlie off balance and sliding into the goal instead and the puck flying in another direction, knocking Goldburg down with him.
The rest of them laughed. "Smooth one Spazway!"
Charlie just pulled himself out of the goal and gave them a playful glare. "He just threw off my concentration!"
"Sure Spaz, that's what they ALL say! Blame it on Coach why don't ya!" Banks said, his eyes still dancing with laughter.
"Shuttup Cake-Eater!" Charlie said with a grin as he threw the puck at Adam's head. It hit Adam in the mask of his helmet, causing the puck to bounce off him and back on the ice where it belonged.
"Hey now, violence is not the answer!" Julie said, grinning as well.
"Ducks! Remember me? Your coach? The one's who is talking to you?" Orion said to get their attention back on him.
They all stopped laughing. Charlie and Goldburg skated silently over to the group and looked at Coach Orion, waiting for him to speak again.
"That's better. This is George. He said he wanted to get to know you personally. He also told me that he's heard about you guys and wants to see you play." Orion said.
Charlie froze when he noticed who the man was. His eyes slightly widened but he tried to pretend as if nothing was wrong. Did he follow him? Nah, that would just be creepy. Wait, he got it now! The man had wanted to talk to him about the Ducks! How could he have been so stupid? Yeah, he didn't want to talk to Charlie, he wanted to talk to the Ducks! Charlie let out his breath, satisfied with that answer.
"Please introduce yourselves while I get some coffee." Orion said as he headed to his office for some coffee.
"I'm Julie Gafney. I'm the goalie." Julie said.
"What am I, chopped liver?" Goldburg asked, glaring at Julie.
"No, you're Goldburg, the BACKUP goalie. Silly you." Julie said with a grin.
Goldburg glared at her. "I'm Goldburg. I USED to be goalie before the Cat Lady stole my place!"
"Chill out you two." Charlie said, separating them with his hands.
They just folded their arms before eventually smiling at each other, making a silent truce.
"There, that's better." Charlie said, skating back over to where he had been standing before.
They all decided telling him their positions would be pointless so they resorted to just names.
"I'm Guy Germaine."
"Luis Mendoza."
"Connie Moreau."
"Fulton Reed."
"Dean Portman.
"Howdy, I'm Dwayne Robertson."
"Lester Averman."
"Kenny Wu."
"Russ Tyler."
"Adam Banks."
"Charlie Conway."
George nodded. "You may go back to your game now."
They all nodded and said thank you as they sped back off to get back in the game. Charlie lingered for a second in hesitation. Was the man leaving now? Was that it? Had this guy really stopped him this morning so he could ask the Ducks what their names were?
"Is there a problem?" George asked Charlie.
"H-Huh? N-no, sir, I just spaced off. Sorry." He said, snapping out of his thoughts and quickly turned to get back in the game.
The man watched as Charlie stole the puck from that Kenny kid and went for the goal he had missed earlier. 'Charlie, you've grown up so much in the past ten years...'
Soon enough practice was over. It was a Saturday so they were planning on heading out to find somewhere to hang out for the rest of the day. Portman and Fulton were already off the ice so they tossed Charlie his tennis shoes when he asked for them. Charlie took off only his skates in the middle of the ice and put on tennis shoes so he could walk without slipping, forgetting that tennis shoes don't work well on ice. He'd change out of the rest of his hockey stuff later. He nearly slipped walking on the ice with shoes but he didn't care. Everyone laughed when he finally fell down and hit the ice for the second time that day.
"This time, you can't even blame that on Coach. That was your own fault." Julie said, laughing.
George watched as Charlie stepped out of the rink, laughing with his friends. How could he have missed so much of Charlie's life? He would make it up to him...
"Charlie." George said as Charlie passed him.
The boy's laughter abruptly stopped. What did this guy want now?
"Yeah?" he asked, doing his best to suppress the annoyance he felt.
"Would you mind staying a minute? You said we could talk. Now that your practice is over, you won't be late for anything." George asked.
Charlie tried not to frown. He was stuck in a corner. "S-sure. Just for a minute though. Guys, I'll catch up with you later. Meet me at the court in 15 minutes?"
"Nah, we can wait. We wouldn't wanna leave you alone." Adam answered before anyone could agree with Charlie.
Charlie looked at him and gave him a silent 'thank you'. Adam just smiled and nodded.
George glanced between the two. It wasn't like he cared if they heard too; he was doing it for Charlie.
"I would rather it just be Charlie." George said, seeing how they would react.
"No way man! Anything you gotta say to one Duck, you gotta say to the rest! Us Ducks fly together and anything you can say to Charlie, you can say to us!" Goldburg said as they all nodded in affirmation.
Charlie looked at the man to see his reaction. "This is for Charlie's ears only. If he wishes to tell you later, he can very well do so. I don't care. But I would like to talk to him alone." George said sternly.
Adam looked at Charlie to see whether they should listen or insist on staying.
Charlie sighed. He nodded to Adam to let him know they could go on. He would tell them as soon as he got out of here. But what he didn't understand is what this man could have to say to him that he didn't want the other Ducks to hear. But then he said that they could be told later. It was all so confusing to Charlie.
Adam nodded back and he led the Ducks out of the room. "Catch ya later Conway!" Adam shouted.
"You got it Banksie! Don't do anything interesting without me!" Charlie shouted back as they left.
He then turned to the man. "Okay, what have you been dieing to say this whole time?"
"Charlie, do you know who I am?" the tall man asked Charlie.
"No, otherwise when I met you, I wouldn't have asked who you were. And I would probably be more willing to stay and chat." Charlie said, trying to control himself.
"Charlie, my name is George Conway. Charlie, I'm your father." George said, putting his hands on Charlie's hockey gear-adorned shoulders.
Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Wh-what? M-my dad? B-but..." he started, not really knowing what to say.
Then it hit him; this guy had to be lying! This wasn't his dad; this was just some whacko who knew his name...
"Liar!" Charlie said, his eyes flaming with anger as he pulled away out of the man's grasp.
"Charlie, I'm not lying to you! I'm your dad. The one your mother took you from. Charlie, I didn't want you to go. Your mother and I were having problems and you had to pay for it and I'm sorry. But I want to get to know you." George Conway said.
"No! You're lying!" Charlie said again turning to walk away.
The man grabbed Charlie by the shoulders again and flipped him around so they were facing each other again. "Listen to me young man! I am your father and I don't appreciate your attitude!"
"Well I don't appreciate yours either! And you are not my father. Let me go!" Charlie said, struggling away.
He managed to break free of the man's grasp. He was stronger do to his athletic physique but Charlie was still upset that this guy had the nerve to do that in the first place! Who did he think he was?!
Coach Orion glanced out of his office. What were they doing? Charlie looked really upset. He decided he would watch to make sure nothing bad happened to one of his players. Especially the team Captain. Charlie was an interesting individual and one always has to keep an eye on him to keep him out of trouble.
"Charlie, just listen to me! Your mother's name is Casey Conway, maiden name Richardson. You've lived in the same house since you were four when your mother left me and took you with her. Your birthday is July 30th and you're fourteen years old." George said, trying to convince Charlie he wasn't lying.
"Okay, before I figured you were just crazy, but now you're a crazy STALKER!" Charlie said as he turned to run again.
"CHARLIE!" George shouted after the boy as he made a run for it.
"Excuse me sir, is there a problem?" Coach Orion asked as he steps of his office. He heard Charlie yell something then run.
"No. I was just leaving." George said as he watched Charlie run off like there was no tomorrow.
"Okay, just checking." Orion said, eyeing the man and the retreating boy suspiciously.
At that moment the man walked off in the direction of Charlie.
He was determined to make Charlie listen to him. Nothing would stop him from getting his son back.
