Disclaimer: There is no way I own any of these people, places or events. Disney owns the movie, and the people own themselves. I own Cal, Teri, Michelle, and Andrew.

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Calliope watched the team practicing. She watched with a practiced eye, making sure that none of the boys out on the ice were showing signs of over stressed muscles. Coach Brooks had been working the boys strenuously. She knew that both Doc, and Coach Patrick were concerned. Cal wasn't concerned yet. She knew that if this team was going to go up against the Soviets, they'd need to practice hard. Harder than any other team before them.

The team would be heading to Norway soon. They needed to make a good showing there. Cal noticed Silk holding his left shoulder. "Silk, when you're done on the ice, I want to see you. I'll meet you in the locker room" she called out. She almost smiled at the look on his face. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

Cal turned her attention back to watching the other players. It looked like Jack was working his knee a bit, and Jimmy Craig was rotating his right wrist, and flexing that hand. Well, this was her job after all, she sighed. "OC, Craig, I want to see you after I see Silk." Some of the other players were snickering as the boys swore.

She was satisfied that none of the other players seemed to be showing signs of stress. Cal had enjoyed her talk with Jimmy a few days before at the bar. She had been surprised at herself when she'd mentioned her parents death to him. Being a private person, she didn't share that with everyone, but there was something about him. She was glad she hadn't cried in front of him. Normally she was okay, she'd dealt with their death, and moved on. Sometimes though, it was so hard. Anytime she was doing something that she would have wanted to share with them. Even as time passed it was still hard knowing they wouldn't ever be there again.

Her Uncle approached so she told him what she'd seen. He gave her an approving nod. "Good eyes Callie." he told her using her nickname from her childhood.

"That's my job Uncle George." she told him. Cal watched as he walked back over to tell Herb her observations. Cal studied her Uncle. He was getting older. Uncle George had been the reason she'd chosen medicine, first as a physical therapist/nurse, then as a doctor. Cal knew it was going to be difficult going through medical school. There weren't a lot of women doctors, at least not as many as there should be, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

Cal gave the guys time to get dressed before knocking sharply on the locker room door, and entering. She almost snorted in laughter. The three boys were sitting on the bench waiting for her. They all had dejected looks on their faces, like they'd been sent to the principal's office. "It really is for your benefit guys." she told them softly. She walked past them into the small office that was set aside for Doc and her.

She worked on Silk first, not paying attention as the three boys talked about the upcoming game against Norway. Cal ended up icing it, finding that it was just pulled slightly. "I'll rub it for you tomorrow after practice." she told him, "Then we'll ice it again."

Cal moved onto Jack next, rubbed some liniment into his knee, and iced it as well. "Ok big guy, let's see that wrist." she approached Jimmy as OC lay back with the ice on his knee. Silk had left. Cal found herself standing close to Jimmy, his heat radiating towards her. He smelled good, he must have showered before she got there. She looked up and saw that his hair was damp. He was frowning down at where her hand held his wrist, and where their skin touched she felt a slight sizzle.

"Let's give it a little massage, and then I'll want you to tape it better for the next few days." she told him, and proceeded to work on his wrist. He grimaced slightly at the pressure. "It's fine. Just a little overworked."