Wow...thirty-three chapters...I'm impressed with my dedication. ^_^ Lol.

Okay, I'm a fourteen-year-old girl who has no intention of going into politics; therefore, details may be shaky. I don't know exactly how everything works...I only know what I learned in history classes (when we would briefly review the branches...though that is of no help at all anyway) and what I've seen in movies. So yeah...bear with me and pretend I know what I'm talking about. ^_^

I'm so sorry that this is SO SHORT! I've been gone all weekend and I wanted to give you a quick update...But I promise to make the next one extra long to make up for it! Please don't hurt me! *cowers and hides under the couch*

SPASH Panther- Thanks for reviewing! ^_^

DodgerMcClure.aka.Drama-Queen- Yes, I agree. ^_^ I'm the same way abotu school...but then I'll just have college...then work...so it doesn't matter much, does it? Heh...me, the eternal optimist. Lol...Thanks for reviewing! I love your feedback! ^_^

Katie- Oh, trust me...this isn't ending for a very long time...A very long time. Worry not. ^_^ And yes, you caught the 'Jackson' reference. ^_^ I could hardly help it...heehee...*grins*

Banksiesbabe99- Lol, I'm glad you're getting into this. ^_^ Makes me happy. I aim to please. *smiles* Well, most of the time...lol...^_^

Nebula- Mwaha! I surprised you! *grins* Heehee...yes, I have a tendency to be evil...and it makes me smile that I've made George sufficiantly evil (as bad as that sounds...lol). I'm really not a mean person in actual daily life. Lol...I never get mad at anyone (or if I do, they never really know about it...lol), I'm always happy, I talk alot...lol...I got one of my friends to read this and he wasn't sure if I actually wrote it at first...lol...Oh, there's something in your DC fic that could equal our evilness? I'm excited...Lol...I saw you updated, but I didn't have time to read or review it yet...in fact, I'm reading it as soon as I finish this reply. It is fun to be evil tot he characters in your story...lol...it's pretty sad, really. ^_^

Allison- It's a nice suggestion. ^_^ But don't worry, Charlie won't be miserable forever. Lol, I'm not that mean. I hope you stick with my story until it gets there though. ^_^ Thanks for your feedback, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Missa- I'm glad you like the story! ^_~

Buterflyangel06- Heehee, sorry for the cliffhanger. Lol. Yes, Bombay redeemed himself. I'm glad you liked the chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one too! ^_^

Sophie- Shovel? Digging a hole, huh? Silly Sophie. Heehee, your review was quite entertaining. ^_^ Heh...George is an evil kangaroo who should be fed to a rabid crocodile? That's funny...heehee...^_^ Maybe someday. But I'm not quite through with him. *George's growls from where he is gagged and tied up in the corner...still* Hush, you! Must you alwasy interupt me?! *smacks him upside the head* Stop growling! *Charlie smirks and sticks out his tongue at George*...*George growls again and wiggles vioently in his little corner*...*Charlie runs under the couch again* Stupid George! Stop growling at Charlie, dangit! *smacks him upside the head again* You are REALLY getting obnoxious!*turns back to Sophie* They are really a tough two to keep control over. It's very difficult. But I can handle them. *glares at George and smiles at Charlie* Lalala...there's no shame in random reviews. ^_^ I'm random quite often, if you hadn't guessed. ^_^ Thanks again for reviewin', Soph! I'm glad you liked the return of Bombay and my super-quick update! ^_^

Canadian-Hockey-Girl- Worry, not. All things happen for a reason and I'm not THAT evil. *smiles* Thanks for reviewing! ^_^

Liz- Lol, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to tell. *grins* I bet no one was paying attention anyway...lol...Yeah, I don't think you've read ALL of it...but I'm not sure...can't really remember. ^_^ Awesome, I can't wait to read the next chapter of it! ^_^ Greatness.

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Rachel- Yes, it's really just one of those things only an auother can understand. ^_^ Reviews just seem to lift you up...It makes me happy. *smiles* I'm glad I can still suprise you. ^_^ I try. ooh, Doritos and Coke? Sounds yummy. ^_^ Lol...speaking of food...I'm gonna go eat some Spaghettios now...I'm hungry. ^_^ Hehe, thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer- I don't own the Mighty Ducks. Though I wish I owned Charlie. He's just so adorable and is in desperate need of a hug right now...

-Chapter 33-

Charlie watched as the judge listed off his the charges pressed against his father. He had tried looking at the judge, but then switched back to the floor. He had spotted several pieces of crumbled paper and a bubblegum wrapper...what was a bubblegum wrapper doing on the floor of a courthouse?

He was shaken out of his thoughts when he saw his lawyer-person stand up. He said a few words, soon followed by his father's fancy lawyer.

Something about this pairing seemed a bit unfair...

Charlie sat stiff and silent in his seat as someone was called to the stands on his behalf. It was one of his teachers.

"Mrs. Samantha Kendall, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?" the scary man in the fancy suit asked Charlie's teacher as she sat in the little box-thing made for those who were being questioned...the stand, or something like that...

"I do." She said simply, sending a curt glare towards Charlie's father.

George just smirked slightly and shook his head.

Charlie gave his lawyer a withering look. The man better know what he's doing...

"Mrs. Kendall, had you noticed any...unusual bruises on Charlie Conway prior to the day he was picked up from school?" Charlie's lawyer, Kevin Smith, asked the middle-aged woman.

"Yes, he did. Some pretty nasty ones lately." She replied.

"So it was a fairly regular occurrence?" the lawyer asked.

"...Yes. It seemed to be affecting his concentration as well. We were all very worried." She said.

George rolled his eyes and continued to stare down the woman. She was keeping her eyes glued to the lawyer as he spoke, making sure to answer the questions to the best of her ability.

"Do you think that it is possible that George Conway did this to his son?" the lawyer asked.

"Yes, I do. With all the crazy people these days, there's no telling what they'll do to a child when given ample opportunity." She replied, refusing to look at George.

"Objection, Your Honor." George's lawyer said, standing up.

"On what grounds?" the judge asked, turning his attention to the defendant's lawyer.

"There is no proof that my client did anything to harm that boy. The lady simply had no right to say that, nor what is necessary by any means." The lawyer said coolly.

"Overruled." The judge said simply and let out a sigh, turning back to Charlie's lawyer and Mrs. Kendall. "But do try and keep to the facts."

Mrs. Kendall nodded before turning her attention back to the lawyer. She was only saying what she thought. She HAD been asked...

"That is all." Mr. Smith said, turning back to his seat, wiping his face. That had not gone as planned.

"Do you wish to cross-examine the witness?" the judge asked George's fancy lawyer.

"Yes I do." He said, standing up in his seat.

Charlie took in a breath and exhaled slowly. This was going to take awhile...maybe they wouldn't call him up...maybe he wouldn't have to say anything after all...

Charlie watched as his father's fancy lawyer began drilling the teacher. It figured his dad would have a fancy lawyer...Charlie had seen this coming, but no one EVER believed HIM...he could feel the threat of imminent doom settle on his shoulders as he watched the scene play out.

"Did Charlie ever...complain about these bruises and such?" the lawyer asked.

"Well, no he didn't." she said.

"Hm, well you must have asked him. You are, after all, required to do something if you feel there might be danger for one for your students." The lawyer said; his hands were clasped professionally behind his back as he walked back and forth, circling her like a hawk going in for the kill.

"Well, yes. One of his teachers informed us of her suspicion early on. We were waiting to see if it would go away or if it was really serious." She replied, weary of where he was going with this.

"I see...what did he say when asked where the bruises came from?" the lawyer asked, stopping in front of the woman, obtaining a threatening and intimidating posture.

"I don't remember. One of the teachers had told me the day of, but I can't remember exactly what she said." She said, not sure of what she was supposed to say.

"Ah, so it was nothing along the lines of 'my father'? After all, you WOULD remember something like that, wouldn't you?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Um, I guess." She said in a small voice, not sure of how to reply.

The lawyer got a self-righteous smirk on his face. He raised his eyebrows. "So that means that it is indeed possible that this child made it all up?" he asked, toning down his smirk.

Mrs. Kendall paused. "I...don't know." She said, furrowing her eyebrows.

"No further questions." The lawyer said, walking back to his seat next to George. That had gone very well.

Mrs. Kendall pursed her lips and got up to go back to her seat. She shot an apologetic looks towards Charlie and Mr. Smith.

Kevin Smith just nodded with understanding and Charlie had been staring off into space again.

The two lawyers went back and forth, calling on witnesses as the hours passed.

Charlie's eyes were drooping. He couldn't help but wonder how long they had been there. The case wasn't going all that great so far. They had gotten a few good words in, but it seemed his father knew exactly what he was doing.

The boredom was beginning to overtake him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He was starving...

Suddenly he was snapped back into attention when the judge pounded his mallet on the wooden surface. Charlie jumped slightly and began to focus.

"This case will take a 24-hour recess. The court is adjourned until 3:00 P.M. tomorrow. Dismissed." The judge said before leaving the room again.

Charlie blinked. So it was over...and yet it wasn't over?

Mr. Smith let out a frustrated sigh, slamming his briefcase on the table. George's lawyer smirked from the other side of the room.

"So...what's gonna happen?" Charlie asked, leaning back in his seat again. He hadn't been called up this time, but would he the next day?

Mr. Smith sat down and rested his face on his propped-up hands. "I don't know." He mumbled.

"That's...really encouraging." Charlie said to himself, staring at the ceiling. He told them this would happen. But does anyone ever listen to Charlie? NO! They don't.

Charlie sighed and pursed his lips. He might as well mentally prepare himself for the outcome of the trial. He was beginning to get the feeling that it wouldn't take too long for his dad to win them over. He always does.

Suddenly Charlie felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the face of Gordon Bombay. "Hey Coach."

Gordon nodded. He wasn't sure how this trial would turn out. It seemed Charlie's father had the type of lawyer he used to be...

"Hey Charlie. You doing okay?" Bombay asked.

Charlie nodded unenthusiastically, figuring that was the desired answer.

That was the extent of the conversation before Charlie was whisked away for questioning. The reporters were very grabby people.

"Charlie, are you concerned for your case? It seems your father is ahead of the game so far." One reporter said, shoving the microphone in Charlie's face.

"Uh." Charlie said before another microphone was shoved in his face.

"Charlie, isn't it true that you tried to run away just a few short weeks ago? Does that parallel this at all?" a female reporter with glasses pried.

Charlie gave her a blank stare before Kevin Smith and Ms. Jackson took him by the shoulders. "That will be enough questioning for now, people. Charlie needs his rest." Ms. Jackson said, leading Charlie through the crowd and into the safety of the car.