*gasp*...*stares at reviews* 15...I'm inspired! I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Natasha Hyatt- Thank you! I'm glad I managed to be original. ^_^ And don't worry about it being a Charlie/Adam, I'm not a particular fan. It kinda grosses me out. A personal opinion but I'm glad to know some of you guys share it. ^_^ I prefer Charlie as the sweet, straight little boy he is. Lol...there will be a friendship between them of course, but definitely no slash.

Joshrox116- Thanks! ^_^

Jess- *grins* That it is. You'll find out why she left him in this chapter. Yes, I'm glad I got him across right. ^_^ I needed him to have the stalker quality. I'm glad it came out right. *smiles* It's good to know you enjoyed my funniness...lol...*nervous laugh* heheh, anyway...

Chorins96- Me too...I figured if I couldn't FIND a non-Slash, I would have to write one. LOL, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Skeet11- I'm glad you enjoyed it. ^_~

Bottles- Thanks! I'm glad you like it. And I'm honored you enjoy my "style". ^_^ I'm glad, I was a little worried about what people's reaction to George would be. Most of the questions should be answered in this chapter but one *I*, as the author haven't even quite decided yet. And that's whether or not Georgie is sane...lol...but I will keep y'all posted! ^_^ Literally...lol, okay, I got my lame-joke fix for the day. Thank you, I'm glad I portrayed them good. I was kinda worried. ^_^ *wipes away tears of joy* thank you...*sniff* Oh, and Bombay is um...busy...yeah! ^_^ I actually somewhat explain Bombay's standing here...or lack thereof. It isn't that I dislike Bombay or don't want him there, it's just I needed him to be...wait, I don't wanna give it away before you read! ^_^

Kelly- Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! ^_^ I'm still deciding which I want him to be before it really matters. It could go either way so I'm seeing which is best for my storyline. I'm glad you like my Adam-Cool-Friend-Ness- Ness...lol...yeah...anyway...

Lelu- Thanks. Yes, I know Bombay's supposed to be his father figure but he's away on business and...ah, you'll see in this chapter. ^_^ But don't worry, he comes eventually.

Disclaimer- Nope, I still don't own the Mighty Ducks...

-Chapter 3-

Charlie stopped running only when he saw his friends playing street hockey on an abandoned basketball court.

He groaned as he realized he had left his backpack and clothes at the school. As he was about to turn back to get it, some one called out to him.

"Hey, Conway? Wanna play hockey with us?" It was Averman.

"No, I gotta get my stuff. I left it back in the locker room." Charlie shouted back, turning back in the direction he came from.

Adam hit the puck towards the goal before turning back to Charlie and saying, "Don't worry man, we got it."

"Thanks. But I don't feel like playing hockey right now anyway..." Charlie muttered as he sat down with his back towards the wire fence.

"Gasp, The Great Charlie Conway, Capt'n Duck, doesn't wanna play hockey! The world is gonna end!" Connie said, covering her mouth with her hands for the dramatic effect.

"Thanks a lot. If I were in a better mood that would be really funny." Charlie said with little humor.

He knew he sounded like a total jerk but for some reason he couldn't control it. He didn't want to take out his problems on the Ducks but he just wasn't sure what to do. This whole thing was new and weird to him.

The others just exchanged looks with each other. Now all they had to decide was who would cheer up Charlie.

Adam. Always Adam.

Just as Adam was about to go over and talk to his sullen friend, Charlie abruptly stood up and turned to them.

"Look, guys...this isn't your fault but I know if I stay here, I'll end up taking it out on you guys. And girls." He added with a hint of a smile.

Okay, so he wasn't TOO far gone.

"But seriously, I think I'm going to go home and think this out. I'll tell you tomorrow or maybe on Monday if possible what's going on. I just need to think it through first." Charlie finished, grabbing his backpack from the dirty concrete ground.

"Conway, we're your friends. We're here for you anytime you need. I don't know what's bothering you but bottling it up won't help. Is it that guy? What'd the guy say?! We'll pound him into the pavement!" Futon fumed, concerned for his friend's well being. The Ducks always stick together in times of chaos and this was no exception.

"Hey! Wait a second before any pounding is done. I appreciate the offer but I want to look into this guy before we take drastic measures. You don't know how much I appreciate you guys, really, but I just don't think I'm ready to share quite yet." Charlie said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Man, you're pretty serious. It must be bad." Russ said as he came to a full stop with the rest of the Ducks.

"It probably isn't, in fact, I'm probably overreacting but still..." Charlie muttered as he turned to skate off.

"Hey Spazway!" Adam called to Charlie's retreating form.

Charlie turned around. "Yeah Banksie?"

Adam just smiled. "We'll be here when you need us."

Charlie just gave a half-hearted smile before nodding and skating off towards his house. He would call Coach Bombay. Yeah, that might help. It always does.

When he made it to his house without any run-ins with his own personal "stalker", as he called him, his mood slightly brightened. Not enough to find the man and talk over a cup of tea, but not so much that he felt like shoving a hockey stick down his throat. It was progress.

"Wait, calm, collected thoughts. Deep breaths..." Charlie muttered to himself as he rubbed his temples.

His mom wasn't home yet from her job at the diner yet so he let himself in with the spare key. Sure he had a dorm at the school but he didn't really feel like going back there at the time. The whole team shared dorms but he only used his occasionally. Banksie snored.

Walking upstairs to his room, he sat down on his bed and grabbed the phone, dialing an all-too-familiar number.

As he held the phone to his ear and waited while it rang, he wondered if his old Coach would pick up.

"Hello, Bombay's office how may I help you?" a sweet female voice recited through the phone line.

"Hi, I need to speak to Gordon Bombay. It's an emergency." Charlie said through the phone, trying to keep himself from twisting the phone cord around his fingers in frustration. He had better be there.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bombay is out right now. Can I take a message?" she replied as perkily as she could. A little too perky for Charlie's taste, but he let it go. Even though he wasn't in a perky mood, taking it out on Bombay's secretary wouldn't be the SMARTEST thing to do...nor would it help him any.

"Yeah, just tell him Charlie Conway called and needs to talk to him. Tell him it's an emergency." Charlie said before saying his goodbyes and hanging up the phone.

"Great. Juuuust great. When I need to talk to him, he's busy. ALWAYS busy..." Charlie muttered. "Too busy for me..."

Charlie sighed and fell back onto his bed, grabbing a pillow. He stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to remember anything about his father. He wondered whether that man could really be his father or if it really was some crazy stalker who was taking advantage of his lack of remembrance. If it did end up being the latter, his mom would tell him eventually so he didn't really know why he was wasting precious brain cells on it.

Despite his searching his brain for any possible memory of his father, the only thing he could come up with made him shiver momentarily.

~*~Flashback~*~

A dark haired man stood at the end of the hallway, screaming at a young, strawberry blonde haired woman. He was a few years older then her and looked the part. He stood a full 6 inches over her.

A young boy of four stood at the other end of the hallway, peeking out from behind a door, shell-shocked with fear. It was happening again. He didn't know exactly what it was but his daddy looked angry and his mommy was crying again. They did this a lot but it still terrified the poor boy.

He figured soon his daddy would hit his mommy, his mommy would cry and then run into the bedroom and his daddy would go on like usual as if it was normal.

The small brown-haired boy's lip quivered as he watched he father lash out and strike his mom on the face with his fists. He told himself not to cry. If they knew he was watching, his daddy might hit him too.

With that thought a sob escaped his throat and tears spilled out from his baby blue eyes. His eyes flew open in fear as he looked at his daddy, hoping he didn't hear.

But both his mom and his dad had heard him.

He crumbled into a tight ball and hugged his tiny legs to his chest, hoping it would all go away.

His mother rushed over to hold him. She scooped him up and hugged him tightly, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. She had to be strong for her little baby. Had he seen what his father had done to her? She hoped not...

She turned to her husband, bit her lip, and stood up defiantly, tears filling her eyes.

"Where do you think you're going?" the boy's father asked, the stench of alcohol filling the air.

The small child cringed and tried to disappear, hugging his mother as tightly as his tiny arms could manage.

She just looked at him before walking towards the door. Without another thought, she opened it and walked out to the car, clutching the frightened child to her chest.

"I asked you a question!" he said, stumbling out of the house after her drunkenly.

She placed the small child carefully into his car seat before turning around and retorting, doing her best to not yell. She didn't want to traumatize her baby boy any more than he obviously already was. "I am aware of that. But do know that he saw that? Do you know our precious child SAW that? Our innocent little CHILD! In case that little piece of information escaped your mind, he's terrified! I don't want my son growing up in this environment! I won't have it!"

"Look, Case, we can figure this out. Do you really have to take him away? He's my son too!" the man said, leaning on the door for support.

"You could have fooled me!" she spat out as she got in the car and slammed the door.

"Casey! CHARLIE!" the man yelled down the street as the car disappeared down the street.

The last he saw of his son was the tiny tear-streaked face, looking out the window as they drove away. And soon enough, even that was gone.

The little boy cried himself to sleep as he tried to clear the memory from his mind, promising never to think about it again...

~*~End Flashback~*~

Charlie sat up abruptly as the memory came flooding back at full force. He had forced himself to forget about it. The memory hadn't entered his mind for nearly ten years. He tried to remember the face of the man who hit his mother. His father.

Then he came to a horrifying conclusion.

The man was indeed his father. And he was back.