Ah...la-dee-da...I forgot what I was gonna say...ummmm...I'm sure it'll come to me later...anyway, until it does, Liz and I just finished watching D3...again...ah, I love that movie...I love Charlie...

Oh, and yes...I know that the last scene would probably NEVER happen, but HEY! DON'T ARGUE WITH ME! In this psychotic little universe I've tossed Charlie into, it DOES! Because I, the author, said so. ^_^ That's all for now...

SpikeytheHedgehog- Lol, why thank you. It came to me randomly. Oh, and don't worry. I'm not abandoning you. I just need to add some contrast. It pains me because I've noticed how civil he's been acting. But trust me, it doesn't last long. It I made him seem civil so he could have a major mood swing. Lol. Now the fun begins...oh, and Krista2 said you recommended her...THANKS A LOT I LOVE YOU BUNCHES! *big hug*

Liz- Lol...Josh definitely rocks me socks. I'm stuck on him right now and...yeah. Joshua Jackson rules, yo! ^_^ Lol...well, you are driving the lovely one-hour drive from your house to my house as I type this, so I guess that's all I must say.

DodgerMcClure.aka.DramaQueen- Lol, yes, I know it's wrong. It really is. I guess that's why my sick, demented little brain created this idea. *shrugs* Oh well. Thanks for reviewing!

Death To All Rubix Cubes- Lol, I guess I hadn't really noticed how nice I had made Charlie father until everyone mentioned it. Don't worry, he morphs back into demented psycho soon enough. And as for the British lady killing George in his sleep, if she did that, I wouldn't have much of a story, now would I? ^_^

Chelsea- Aye, how goes it? Your reviews always cheer me up. Snap me back into my writing fits. Hehehe...you're an odd one. ^_^ And as for my story being Baldwinlicious and udderly (moo) cool...thanks, I think. ^_^ I agree. I didn't like Grade 8 either...but now I am back at the bottom of the food chain as a mere fish...I liked being on top...*sniff* oh well, I'll recover. I'm in a new town and a new school this year as well. It's like, hey, can I pack up my friends in a paper bag and bring them with me? Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't let me. It's very sad...anyway, that's not the point. Yes, OBSESSIVE CHELSEA'S ALL THE WAY, YO!!!! *grins* We do give the name 'Chelsea' a good name, don't we? ^_^

Chroni- You love it and you hate it? Why do you hate it? Is that a bad thing? *has an aneurysm* Um...anyway, Bawls is cool. My brother drinks it as much as possible. I've never actually had it before, but they said it tastes good. One of these days I'm gonna have some! Lol...and yes, it has MUCH caffeine. ^_^ Caffeine...good...

Nellie2- Aw, why thanks you! *tears up* I have provoked hate in your soul! I'm so proud! *wipes away tears of happiness and pride* Lol. And thank you, that means a lot to me. ^_^

Pheonix feathers- Thanks. And I'm sorry about you dad. But I'm glad you liked the fic. ^_^

Krista2- Lol, yeah, I would be pretty creeped out if someone called me Lady Chelsea. ^_^ And yay for you reading this! ^_^ Lol. Sophie recommended me? How sweet of her! *scrolls up and adds a thank you to Sophie's review response* ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm doin' my bestest! ^_^

Chorins96- I agree, there is a great lack of Charlie angst...but every little bit helps! I have another Charlie fic cooking in my brain but I KNOW that if I post it, this will never get done...lol...I like, have writers A.D.D. or something...^_^ I hate to say it, but this is about to get 'happy' for a few chapters. Yes, I know this is angst. But I kinda have the whole 'Charlie gets a false sense of security when his world crumbles around him' thing comin'. But FEAR NOT! The angst WILL be back. You must be patient, young grasshopper...

Sloane Miette- Tee hee. ^_^ Oh, you're very welcome. *smiles* Gosh, I love that CD...there are just no words. ^_^ You went out and bought the CD? How awesomely cool! Isn't it amazing? EVANESCENCE ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!! And I assure you, there will most likely be many unwanted lyrics splashed throughout chapters. At least every now and then. I can relate most of those songs to this story that it isn't even funny. And if one DOESN'T fit, I COULD make it fit very easily. ^_^ Ah, thank you! I rock our world! :P Hah...daddy-dearest...^_^ I hope this chapter is to your liking.

Adriana3- Ah, no one is thanking you? How sad...well, *I* thank you! ...and at least somebody likes the Cake-Eater thing. ^_^ I'm having FAR to much fun with this...o.O...and don't worry, Bombay shows up...um...later. o.O Much later, but he comes nonetheless...wow, I have caused insomnia! It's a new height for me! ^_^ YAY! I met your deadline! ^_^ Tee hee hee...^_^ Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you like! ^_^

Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks.

-Chapter 13-

A young maid, around seventeen or eighteen, walked up to the very confused boy. She felt his pain. She had been very lost the first time she came here too. It was so freakin' HUGE!

"Sir?" she said quietly as she tapped on Charlie's shoulder.

"AH!" he nearly screamed at the sudden contact.

She just smiled. "Hello Mr. Conway, need any help?"

Charlie just blinked and nodded. The girl had come out of NOWHERE! Not only was the place HUGE but people popped out of NOWHERE too!

As soon as he got a hold of himself and slow down his heartbeat a little, he found words. "That would be nice. Yes, help would be very nice. I um, kinda can't find my room..."

The maid smiled again. She wasn't surprised he was a little lost. Not only was the place extremely large, but she had also heard from another maid that he had been living with his mother in Minneapolis, Minnesota in an apartment most of his life.

"You can choose any room you like. It's not for a lack of choices." The maid replied.

"Uh...cool. What's your name?" he asked.

"Alyssa. But I should get back to work now. I don't want to get into any more trouble. Just tell me if you need any more help." She said with a warm smile as she tucked a few strands of short, honey colored hair behind her ear.

The fourteen year old smiled back. "Sure thing Alyssa. Oh, and you can call me Charlie. 'Mr. Conway' makes me sound like my dad...creeps me out." He said with a grin.

She gave him a nervous smile. She wasn't used to first-name basis with one of the Masters. She would probably get in trouble. But if he wished to be called Charlie, she would call him Charlie.

"Of course Charlie." She said, the word "Charlie" coming out somewhat awkward.

He grinned at her. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. See you around, Alyssa!" he said as he began checking out the billions of rooms he could corrupt to his liking.

Then he found it. It was the only empty one left so not only did he like it's design the best, but they wouldn't have to gut it out to refill it with Charlie's stuff.

It was a big open space with a large window on the far wall with a place to sit. The floor was a thick, dark red carpet.

'Good for spills...' he thought absently as he walked in and looked around.

The ceiling slanted and there was a large bed against the left wall, which was opposite from the window on the right wall. It didn't have any sheets or anything. Charlie figured his dad had this room in mind for him anyway. All the other rooms had stuff in them.

He decided it would have to do. He would cover as much of the walls with all the hockey posters and newspaper articles he could get his hands on.

While Charlie was working out the kinks in his mind, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"AH!" he shouted and whipped around to face the person, startled for the second time that day. In the last ten minutes for that matter.

"Sorry to scare you, son. I just wanted to see if you had found your room." George said with another one of those sickeningly sweet smiles he had adopted lately.

Charlie's face went from surprised to agitated. He decided he would get a lock on the door too. That way his dad couldn't just barge in. And what was with the whole sneaking up on him thing lately? Did he have a big sign on his back that said "Sneak up on me! I like to be scared!"?

"Well I did. So you can leave now." He said, turning back to his room. Or at least what would be his room.

"I'll tell the guys to start bringing your stuff up now. They were taking a rest too. Imagine that, even worker-people get tired...who would've thought?" George muttered as he walked down the stairs.

Charlie rolled his eyes darkly. That proved it; his dad was indeed a butthead. Not that there was ever any doubt, it was just an observation.

"This is craziness..." Charlie muttered as he looked around. He never thought in a million years he would be here...

Eventually the U-Haul guys had carried all of Charlie's boxes upstairs and left them in his room. Charlie opened them all up and began putting stuff on his walls and putting sheets and covers on his bed.

He put a framed article of their win in the peewee championships on the wall above his bed. It had been a gift Coach Bombay had given him. He told him he couldn't take it but that didn't stop Bombay. He said that he refused to let Charlie forget the Ducks.

As if Charlie could EVER forget the Ducks.

He then finished nailing posters and various hockey things on his walls.

"How am I EVER going to fill up this wall space?" Charlie asked himself as he let out an exasperated sigh and fell back onto his bed. He had also never thought he'd be complaining about too much space and too little stuff. It was usually the other way around...

"I'm bored. What do people DO around here anyway?" he mumbled to himself as he stared at the ceiling. Now he didn't even have the Ducks. Who was he going to hang out with? He would NOT replace them...he COULDN'T! Replacing the Ducks would be a sin against humanity and all that was good...or at least in HIS mind it was.

He let out another sigh and turned onto his stomach. Charlie's line of vision soon trailed up to the framed newspaper article. Things had been so easy back then. Life revolved around hockey and his friends, as it should. He didn't have to worry about his dad and his mom was still alive. So was Hans.

Then he remembered the CD he had wanted to buy. He looked at the clock. It was already about two o'clock. He was hungry but that could wait until he got his CD. For now he had to worry about that CD.

What was it called again?

Deciding it would probably come to him, he nearly leaped off his bed and ran downstairs, leaving all the empty boxes for later. He would throw them away when he got back home. He wouldn't be long...

"DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD!" he yelled as he narrowly escaped the doom of falling down the stairs.

He skidded to a stop to see his dad talking to someone who looked important.

"What Charlie?" George asked, slightly annoyed.

"Who's this?" Important Man asked George.

"This is my son, Charlie. Charlie, this is Mr. Cunningham." George said introducing the two.

"Hi. Um, dad? I'm going to buy a CD now. I'll be back later." Charlie said, dismissing the man and cutting to the point.

George narrowed his eyes and silently cursed. The kid had no respect...

"Sorry Mr. Cunningham, but I must excuse myself for a moment." Mr. Conway muttered as he grabbed Charlie by the arm and dragged him out of earshot.

"What was that back there? I expect you to use respect and acknowledge your superiors properly! It may have been alright to disrespect people back where Casey had you living, but it's unacceptable here! I refuse to let you make me look bad! So I better not catch you pulling that little stunt again. Am I making myself clear?" George hissed with venom, giving glances at the man he had been talking to prior to Charlie interrupting. His voice was low and just loud enough for Charlie to hear him.

Charlie just scowled and crossed his arms defiantly across his chest. "I'll say what I want to say."

"No, you will not! I suggest you straighten up that little attitude of yours, young man! We wouldn't want certain desirable privileges to suddenly disappear, now would we? We wouldn't want to endanger the chance of you EVER stepping foot out of this house again in one piece, would we?" George said bitterly.

Charlie's eyes narrowed even more as the two glared at each other hatefully. His lips were pursed into a tight line and he refused to let his posture betray his thoughts. He couldn't let his father know just HOW in control of this situation he really was. Charlie didn't believe his dad would REALLY do it anyway...but you can never be too sure. He didn't like this whole 'Let's threaten Charlie' faze his dad was apparently going through.

"Am I making myself clear, Charlie?" George asked.

Charlie nodded. "Crystal." He muttered bitterly, his eyes a stormy, angry blue.

The two walked back over to Mr. Cunningham, the "Important Man". George had plastered a fake smile on his face so not to give away the contents of the conversation that had just taken place between him and his son.

Charlie just let out a sigh and decided he would go ahead and do what his dad said. It was in his best interest to take his dad's word for it. If that HAD been a threat, he didn't want to test him.

"I'm sorry, I just had to tell my son something. Charlie, here's some money; knock yourself out." George said nicely, as if the conversation had never even happened.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Charlie muttered darkly under his breath. His father gave him a quick glance, daring him to say it again.

Mr. Cunningham smiled at them as if to say, 'what a nice relationship they have'. He hadn't seen the little exchange between father and son, nor did he hear Charlie's comment.

Charlie tried to smile, though it came out more like a grimace, nodded, and took the money. He then muttered a goodbye to his dad and walked out the door and into the bright sun.

As soon as he was out the door, he looked to see how much money his dad had given him...

Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS?! He just wanted a CD! CD's don't cost THAT much! Was it supposed to be a truce or did his dad pull out the wrong dollar bill?

He had never held so much money in his hands before in his entire life. He studied it carefully and reveled in the moment.

"You act as if you've never seen a 100 dollar bill before." Charlie heard a voice from behind him say saucily.

He turned to see a bunch of rich kids standing there. His face soured.

"Who are you, kid?" one of them asked.

"What's it to you?" Charlie asked haughtily.

"Whoa, calm down. It's just we've never seen you around here before. Did you steal the money and then get lost?" another said, smirking.

Charlie's eyes darkened. How dare they! Stupid preppies...

"I live here and my dad gave it to me." Charlie replied darkly.

"Oh, I see. It's just that you look like you just crawled out of a garbage dump after getting in a really bad fight with a man-eating, mutated sewer rat." A tall boy, most likely the 'leader', replied rudely, a smirk dominating his face.

Charlie just rolled his eyes, gave them a "one-fingered salute", and walked off.

He didn't care what they thought anyway. There was NO way he was going to dress like them. He wouldn't be caught dead in Cake-Eater clothes...

With that thought, he looked down at his wardrobe. He was wearing his old peewee hockey jersey again and a pair of jeans. He would admit they were pretty wrinkled up. He had worn them yesterday in the car and then slept in them. He hadn't thought to change first.

But that did NOT give them the right to talk to him that way. Not that he thought he was any better, he just thought it was flat-out rude of them to act like THEY were better than HIM.

Again, stupid preppies...

Charlie walked around for a while, trying to find out where a mall or music store was. He had to get that CD. He WOULD get that CD...

Eventually he stripped himself of manly pride and asked for directions...a memorable moment in time...

"Excuse me? Is there a mall or music store somewhere nearby?" Charlie asked the nearest friendly-looking person.

"Yes, there's a mall just around the corner here, down a little ways and to your left." The woman replied with a smile.

Charlie smiled back. "Thank you."

He then made his way to the mall. Hopefully he wouldn't run into those guys from before anytime soon. Even Cake-Eaters could be pretty creepy when you make them mad.

Soon enough he found the mall. Charlie walked in and looked around. It was absolutely NOTHING compared to the one back home, but he figured it would have to work for now.

He then spotted a music store and grinned. He practically ran over to it. It was a shame the mall was so far away from the house. It had taken a total of 30 minutes of mindless wandering around. He couldn't wait to get a car...only one more year until he got a learner's permit and two more till he could drive by himself. Well, legally that is.

He tried to remember the name of the CD that the song had been on. It wasn't coming to him.

Then Charlie saw a CD over in the "New Releases" stand. It was a ghastly blue tinted color with a girl's face on the front. In the top left hand corner in fancy letters it read: Evanescence~Fallen

Charlie grinned and picked it up. He recognized the name and flipped it over to look at the back. There it was...the song he wanted.

He immediately walked over to the counter to pay for it and head on home.

Charlie placed the CD on the counter.

"That'll be $15.67." the man behind the counter said absently.

Charlie shrugged and handed him the 100-dollar bill. He figured the guy could break it. They were a mall for crying out loud, he was sure they would have enough bills to break one hundred dollars.

He hoped at least...

The guy's eyes widened significantly.

"Um, sir. Heh, you just handed me a one hundred dollar bill." The man said as if Charlie didn't know that.

Charlie looked at him like he was stupid. "I'm aware of that. You see, this is the part where you give me my change, I take my CD, and move on with my life."

The buy blinked. "Where did a kid like YOU get one hundred dollars?" the man replied, suspicion arising.

"My dad?" Charlie answered back, confused at where he was going with this.

The man looked Charlie over. He definitely didn't LOOK rich...he figured the kid had stolen it from someone.

"Why would your dad give you a 100 dollar bill to buy a CD?" Guy Behind The Counter asked suspiciously.

"Um, because we just had a fight and he wanted to look good in front of the 'Important Guy'." Charlie answered simply, forgetting the name of that dude his dad was talking to.

The man behind the counter raised his eyebrows. "Look kid, I know you stole it so why don't you just fess up?"

Charlie's eyes widened. They thought he had stolen it?

The man behind the counter, we'll just call him Bob, mistook this for recognition of his wrongdoing.

"Kid, I'm calling the police." Bob said.

"Wh-WHAT?! But I didn't steal anything! My dad gave it to me! Honest!" Charlie pleaded. He didn't want to go to jail for nothing!

"I'm sure you didn't." Bob said sarcastically.

"But-" Charlie started before Mall Security grabbed him by the arms and began dragging him off.

"Oh, and I'm afraid we'll have to confiscate this money." Bob said, waving the money around in Charlie's face.

Charlie just glared at him. He was being WRONGLY ACCUSED of stealing money when his dad had given it to him.

This was NOT Charlie's day...or week...or MONTH for that matter...