Disclaimer : I do not in any shape or form own the mighty ducks. I do
however own the story line and any character that WAS NOT in any of the 3
films - there said it.
Chapter 01
JULIE'S P.O.V
It's been 3 years since I admitted to my closest friends that I loved Adam Banks, 3 years full of happiness, excitement and love. After a year of being together and trying to put up with having to share dorm rooms with room mates, we decided to try our luck and rent an apartment, nothing fancy, just somewhere to call home. Not long after we moved from the dorms, the apartment across from us became vacant and our friends and team mates Connie Moreau and Guy Germaine moved in.
Over the past 3 years, a lot has happened. During our first year playing hockey, our captain Charlie Conway was injured, he suffered concussion and a broke leg. Of course his mother, a born worrier, flew out immediately. Much to the ducks delight, her and Coach Bombay got back together, and she moved out to LA to be with him.
It was a week away until their wedding, Casey had asked me a Connie to be bridesmaids, which we eagerly agreed to. We had already chosen the dresses and they were being stored in mine and Adam's spare room, awaiting the day that Casey was to become Mrs Gordon Bombay. It was weird really, after seeing them tread on thin ice around each other for the past 7 years, knowing that they were oblivious to the sparks that they so obviously had, even when Gordon was dating Miss McKay our team tutor back in the good old days of team USA.
We had months left until we graduated college, and although Casey and Gordon were planning on moving back to Minnesota after graduation, most of us were unsure where we would go. Unlike the guys, myself and Connie were even more confused of what we would do, there were no hockey teams for girls, leaving us to settle for a career like law or medicine. Knowing this we had both chosen majors that would help gain us a career. I had decided that journalism was the way to go and attended intense english classes as well as being one of the colleges top journalists until I was offered an internship with a small Los Angeles newspaper. Connie took an interest in photography, of which we later teamed up to become a partnership, I was the writer and she was the photographer, she also wrote a weekly hockey article for my newspaper. Adam, Charlie and Guy were hell bent on being hockey players and were often visited by NHL scouts or whatever they were.
I came out of my day dream, just in time to hear Adam answer the phone, the ducks were spread out throughout the living room - a good and bad point to having your own place, the good being that we needn't squash up in the common rooms of the dorm when we wanted to hang out and the bad being that we very rarely got any privacy during the day.
"Yeah, they're all here". I heard Adam say. "Yeah, I'll tell them". He continued. "Ok, see you later, bye". He put the phone down and headed back to us.
"Who was that"? I asked.
"It was Coach Bombay, he and Coach Orion are coming over, they have some news for us". He told us all.
"What about"? Charlie asked, he always hated being in the dark about things.
"He didn't say, he just said they were coming right over". Adam replied.
This left us all a little curious to say the least, but I half expected it to be news about who was being scouted next, or which team was wanting to sign who. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect the following conversation to include me.
Within about 15 minutes, Coach Bombay and Coach Orion were at our door, Adam jumped up and let them in, offering them a drink or anything, they both declined, wanting to get on with telling us the news. We were all sat on tenterhooks, desperate to know the information that our two coaches had.
"Come on, what's up"? Charlie eventually burst with anxiety and excitement.
"Ok, I've just been on the phone with the junior goodwill games people and they have expressed interest with you guys". Gordon explained.
"Yeah, and"? Connie was now the one to erupt in anticipation.
"They want you, to be the next American Olympic team". Orion finally told us.
We all exploded with shock, excitement, happiness, God every emotion going we had it mixed up in there somewhere, it wasn't until we simmered down that we began asking questions, it was Guy who first started.
"Isn't the junior goodwill games separate to the Olympics"? He asked, causing curiosity amongst us.
"It is, and it isn't". Gordon told us, confusing us all the more. "The junior goodwill games is an Olympics for juniors, so the people who run that work together with the people who run the Olympics". He explained to us.
"So why us"? Portman asked.
"The Olympic people were struggling to find a hockey team to represent America in the 2004 Olympics, the JGG people suggested you guys, therefore, on agreement of you guys, you will become the next Olympic team". Orion explained further.
"Ok, hold up, they want ALL of us"? I asked, seeing confusion on some of my team mates faces. "What about me and Connie, we struggled to stay on the same college team, why are they allowing us to play for our country". I continued.
"Ah, this was one of the issues brought up, but after much research of the rules, they are allowing you to play". Orion informed us. "There is no rule, that a team can't be made up of members of both sexes".
"Seriously, so we can play with the guys"? Connie stuttered, we both gob smacked.
"Seriously". Gordon confirmed.
With the confirmation, we all began jumping around the living room like mad people, me and Connie more than the guys, we were so thrilled to be able to stay with the guys. I had often had sleepless nights over the past few weeks, waking up from nightmares of being separated from all my best friends, to find that the dreams may be a possible reality in the next few months.
"So, when do we leave"? Charlie asked, and I knew he was already mentally packing his suitcase.
"Not yet Charlie. Training starts after graduation". Gordon obviously knew his stepson to be, all too well.
"So where will we be training"? Adam asked, that was Adam, thinking about training above all else.
"Well, that decision was left up to me and Coach Bombay, and since he will be moving back to Minnesota and my family are planning on returning, we naturally thought, Minnesota". Orion told us.
This day just kept on getting better and better. I couldn't wait to get back to Minnesota, it was my home away from home, I had spent most of my teenage years there and a lot of memories were there. Sure I loved LA but it was never even going to be able to compete with Minnesota, I continually found myself calling home instead of Bangor. I missed Minnesota even more than I did Bangor, which I never did quite understand, but I suppose I just came to the conclusion that it was because I had more family there than I did in Bangor.
That night, after much celebration, the guys crashed in our living room. Coach Bombay and Coach Orion had left shortly after breaking the news to us, leaving us to celebrate in the only way we knew how - drinking. Now you may find this hard to imagine, but Adam could drink loads before getting the slightest bit tipsy, I however only had to drink a few cans and I was anyone's. I vaguely remember spending the evening with Fulton, Portman and Goldberg filling Connie's stash of balloons, full of water, jello, custard, flour, in fact anything that we found in Connie and Guy's cupboards. After filling what was about 50 balloons, we headed for mine and Adam's balcony that looked out over a main street and began dropping them, in hope they would splatter near someone or on someone. We were like 4 little kids, playing pranks on our older siblings and parents. When we got bored of the balloons, we went back inside and began getting everyone to dance, eventually, everyone began dropping off and before I knew it, there was just me, Connie and Luis. Soon enough, we too retired and I watched as everyone collapsed in a heap around the lounge, me well, I was hardly going to spend the night, laying on an uncomfortable hard floor when I had a perfectly good bed awaiting me.
I followed the now drunk Adam and climbed gracelessly beneath the sheets, still dressed in our clothes, though I don't think we noticed as we both fell asleep before our heads hit the pillow. The next morning, I turned over hoping to snuggle up next to Adam, but found the bed empty, I stumbled out of the bedroom finding most of the ducks already awake and awaiting breakfast to be served by Charlie, who had proudly donned Adam's novelty apron that I had bought him when we first moved in.
"Good morning sunshine"! Charlie beamed.
"Is it". I headed for the refridgerator and medicine cabinet.
"You are a ray of light in the morning aren't you"? Fulton told me as I downed two aspirin.
"Bite me". I sat on Adam's knee, the only available seat.
"So, do any of you four, remember throwing bombs over the balcony last night"? Adam asked me, Portman, Fulton and Goldberg.
"Kinda". Fulton replied.
"Think so". Portman and Goldberg answered.
"I remember making them, ca'nt say I particularly remember throwing them over though". I leant back a little into Adam's masculine chest.
"And whose ingenious idea was it"? Charlie put a plate of pancakes in front of us.
"PORTMAN'S". Me, Fulton and Goldberg answered quickly before Portman had the chance, even though it may not have been him.
We all tucked into the feast Charlie had cooked, after sitting sprawled out all over the living room, not wanting to move, as it took almost too much energy, some of us even fell back asleep, the rest of us, chatted idly amongst ourselves, mainly about our excitement at being the next Olympic team.
So, any good? Worth carrying on? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 01
JULIE'S P.O.V
It's been 3 years since I admitted to my closest friends that I loved Adam Banks, 3 years full of happiness, excitement and love. After a year of being together and trying to put up with having to share dorm rooms with room mates, we decided to try our luck and rent an apartment, nothing fancy, just somewhere to call home. Not long after we moved from the dorms, the apartment across from us became vacant and our friends and team mates Connie Moreau and Guy Germaine moved in.
Over the past 3 years, a lot has happened. During our first year playing hockey, our captain Charlie Conway was injured, he suffered concussion and a broke leg. Of course his mother, a born worrier, flew out immediately. Much to the ducks delight, her and Coach Bombay got back together, and she moved out to LA to be with him.
It was a week away until their wedding, Casey had asked me a Connie to be bridesmaids, which we eagerly agreed to. We had already chosen the dresses and they were being stored in mine and Adam's spare room, awaiting the day that Casey was to become Mrs Gordon Bombay. It was weird really, after seeing them tread on thin ice around each other for the past 7 years, knowing that they were oblivious to the sparks that they so obviously had, even when Gordon was dating Miss McKay our team tutor back in the good old days of team USA.
We had months left until we graduated college, and although Casey and Gordon were planning on moving back to Minnesota after graduation, most of us were unsure where we would go. Unlike the guys, myself and Connie were even more confused of what we would do, there were no hockey teams for girls, leaving us to settle for a career like law or medicine. Knowing this we had both chosen majors that would help gain us a career. I had decided that journalism was the way to go and attended intense english classes as well as being one of the colleges top journalists until I was offered an internship with a small Los Angeles newspaper. Connie took an interest in photography, of which we later teamed up to become a partnership, I was the writer and she was the photographer, she also wrote a weekly hockey article for my newspaper. Adam, Charlie and Guy were hell bent on being hockey players and were often visited by NHL scouts or whatever they were.
I came out of my day dream, just in time to hear Adam answer the phone, the ducks were spread out throughout the living room - a good and bad point to having your own place, the good being that we needn't squash up in the common rooms of the dorm when we wanted to hang out and the bad being that we very rarely got any privacy during the day.
"Yeah, they're all here". I heard Adam say. "Yeah, I'll tell them". He continued. "Ok, see you later, bye". He put the phone down and headed back to us.
"Who was that"? I asked.
"It was Coach Bombay, he and Coach Orion are coming over, they have some news for us". He told us all.
"What about"? Charlie asked, he always hated being in the dark about things.
"He didn't say, he just said they were coming right over". Adam replied.
This left us all a little curious to say the least, but I half expected it to be news about who was being scouted next, or which team was wanting to sign who. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect the following conversation to include me.
Within about 15 minutes, Coach Bombay and Coach Orion were at our door, Adam jumped up and let them in, offering them a drink or anything, they both declined, wanting to get on with telling us the news. We were all sat on tenterhooks, desperate to know the information that our two coaches had.
"Come on, what's up"? Charlie eventually burst with anxiety and excitement.
"Ok, I've just been on the phone with the junior goodwill games people and they have expressed interest with you guys". Gordon explained.
"Yeah, and"? Connie was now the one to erupt in anticipation.
"They want you, to be the next American Olympic team". Orion finally told us.
We all exploded with shock, excitement, happiness, God every emotion going we had it mixed up in there somewhere, it wasn't until we simmered down that we began asking questions, it was Guy who first started.
"Isn't the junior goodwill games separate to the Olympics"? He asked, causing curiosity amongst us.
"It is, and it isn't". Gordon told us, confusing us all the more. "The junior goodwill games is an Olympics for juniors, so the people who run that work together with the people who run the Olympics". He explained to us.
"So why us"? Portman asked.
"The Olympic people were struggling to find a hockey team to represent America in the 2004 Olympics, the JGG people suggested you guys, therefore, on agreement of you guys, you will become the next Olympic team". Orion explained further.
"Ok, hold up, they want ALL of us"? I asked, seeing confusion on some of my team mates faces. "What about me and Connie, we struggled to stay on the same college team, why are they allowing us to play for our country". I continued.
"Ah, this was one of the issues brought up, but after much research of the rules, they are allowing you to play". Orion informed us. "There is no rule, that a team can't be made up of members of both sexes".
"Seriously, so we can play with the guys"? Connie stuttered, we both gob smacked.
"Seriously". Gordon confirmed.
With the confirmation, we all began jumping around the living room like mad people, me and Connie more than the guys, we were so thrilled to be able to stay with the guys. I had often had sleepless nights over the past few weeks, waking up from nightmares of being separated from all my best friends, to find that the dreams may be a possible reality in the next few months.
"So, when do we leave"? Charlie asked, and I knew he was already mentally packing his suitcase.
"Not yet Charlie. Training starts after graduation". Gordon obviously knew his stepson to be, all too well.
"So where will we be training"? Adam asked, that was Adam, thinking about training above all else.
"Well, that decision was left up to me and Coach Bombay, and since he will be moving back to Minnesota and my family are planning on returning, we naturally thought, Minnesota". Orion told us.
This day just kept on getting better and better. I couldn't wait to get back to Minnesota, it was my home away from home, I had spent most of my teenage years there and a lot of memories were there. Sure I loved LA but it was never even going to be able to compete with Minnesota, I continually found myself calling home instead of Bangor. I missed Minnesota even more than I did Bangor, which I never did quite understand, but I suppose I just came to the conclusion that it was because I had more family there than I did in Bangor.
That night, after much celebration, the guys crashed in our living room. Coach Bombay and Coach Orion had left shortly after breaking the news to us, leaving us to celebrate in the only way we knew how - drinking. Now you may find this hard to imagine, but Adam could drink loads before getting the slightest bit tipsy, I however only had to drink a few cans and I was anyone's. I vaguely remember spending the evening with Fulton, Portman and Goldberg filling Connie's stash of balloons, full of water, jello, custard, flour, in fact anything that we found in Connie and Guy's cupboards. After filling what was about 50 balloons, we headed for mine and Adam's balcony that looked out over a main street and began dropping them, in hope they would splatter near someone or on someone. We were like 4 little kids, playing pranks on our older siblings and parents. When we got bored of the balloons, we went back inside and began getting everyone to dance, eventually, everyone began dropping off and before I knew it, there was just me, Connie and Luis. Soon enough, we too retired and I watched as everyone collapsed in a heap around the lounge, me well, I was hardly going to spend the night, laying on an uncomfortable hard floor when I had a perfectly good bed awaiting me.
I followed the now drunk Adam and climbed gracelessly beneath the sheets, still dressed in our clothes, though I don't think we noticed as we both fell asleep before our heads hit the pillow. The next morning, I turned over hoping to snuggle up next to Adam, but found the bed empty, I stumbled out of the bedroom finding most of the ducks already awake and awaiting breakfast to be served by Charlie, who had proudly donned Adam's novelty apron that I had bought him when we first moved in.
"Good morning sunshine"! Charlie beamed.
"Is it". I headed for the refridgerator and medicine cabinet.
"You are a ray of light in the morning aren't you"? Fulton told me as I downed two aspirin.
"Bite me". I sat on Adam's knee, the only available seat.
"So, do any of you four, remember throwing bombs over the balcony last night"? Adam asked me, Portman, Fulton and Goldberg.
"Kinda". Fulton replied.
"Think so". Portman and Goldberg answered.
"I remember making them, ca'nt say I particularly remember throwing them over though". I leant back a little into Adam's masculine chest.
"And whose ingenious idea was it"? Charlie put a plate of pancakes in front of us.
"PORTMAN'S". Me, Fulton and Goldberg answered quickly before Portman had the chance, even though it may not have been him.
We all tucked into the feast Charlie had cooked, after sitting sprawled out all over the living room, not wanting to move, as it took almost too much energy, some of us even fell back asleep, the rest of us, chatted idly amongst ourselves, mainly about our excitement at being the next Olympic team.
So, any good? Worth carrying on? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!