Disclaimer: Shockingly I do not own them, bet you didn't guess that! Oh you did. Anyway, this is yet another one of my feel sorry for Guy fics. Enjoy!

Warning: Child Abuse and fowl language in later chapters.

The Only Fun I Can Find

Chapter Two,

1 Year Later.

"I can't believe he actually had a heart attack!" Peter gasped with laughter. Their first coach had quit because they were so bad and there new coach had had a heart attack from shouting too much.

"It seems we're doomed to not playing," Jesse said sadly.

"I think we can still do it," Charlie said. "We'll just practise on our own for a while until they send a new coach." Guy nodded. He'd saved up and bought himself some skates that were two sizes too big but were cheap; he just padded it with socks. They we're all 'practising' when a limo pulled up, seemed to pause and the drove out on the ice!

"Who the hell?" Guy asked quietly, as a man got out.

"Hey man, you must be in the wrong hood. You see this is my dominion and we ain't buying nothin'. So you can take your sorry vanilla booty out of here before we be using your eyeballs as hockey pucks," Jesse threatened and the team laughed.

"No can do bro, I'm here on business," the man reached into his jacket. The kids backed away, afraid of a gun or something else but it was just a bit of paper. "District Five Peewee Hockey Team? I'm Gordon Bombay, you're new coach." The team cracked up.

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Fraid so dude, got the roster right here. Averman, Dave. Conway, Charlie…" Gordon said calmly.

"Geez he is the coach!" Guy gasped. He sent them back onto the ice to 'play' but Guy noticed Dominic, his brother standing at the side of the pond in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He skated over to his only true brother (Nathan and Jonathan were step-brothers). "What are you doing here?"

"Mark's looking for you, he's angry so I though I'd warn you," Dominic was 9 and about as small as a 6 year old and too skinny.

"Angry? Why?" Guy asked, waving Charlie over much to Gordon's annoyance. "I've gotta go, Mark's looking for me," he told the other boy who nodded. Guy unlaced his skates and stuffed them in his bag after putting his shoes on. He stood up and turned to go but froze, for there watching was Mark. "Shit."

"What?" Dominic asked turning round. "Oh."

"See you tomorow Charlie, hopefully. Oh and apologise to our 'coach' ok?" Guy asked. Charlie nodded and the two Germaine boys walked over to their step father. The game had stopped as they all watched Guy, including Gordon. Mark, not caring about the looks hit Guy roughly round the back of the head before doing the same to Dominic. He then pulled both boys along by their shoulders.

"Who was that?" Gordon asked Charlie.

"Guy's step-dad coach," Charlie answered simply. "He doesn't like Guy playing hockey."

"Then why does he?" Gordon asked.

"Guy likes having fun, this is the only fun he gets." Charlie was sincere as they started playing again.

A/N La la la this is the end on the page, tra la la, coca-cola has sugar in it, did you know that?