Author's Note- Sorry we haven't updated in awhile. Jessi, as usual is slaving over homework and helping me write a different story, while I have started track season. If you must know all the peachy details, feel free to reference my live journal. We've done some brainstorming and are ready to get back into action. Short as always. I guess that's all you can expect of us, is quick little updates spread far apart. Sorry. Cheerios.

Disclaimer- You should get the idea by now.

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[DigitalAngel4U] Ah thank you! There's two of us. Jessi (aiteane) and Kaila (denverhockeygirl). We're both girls. I [Ki] write Charlie, Connie, Adam, Julie, etc. scenes while Jessi is in charge of the Bash Slash. The Vannatta brothers are actually two guys I played hockey with and am still friends with. The game is something them, my brother and myself made up one night ;-) Once again, your compliments make us blush. Thanks!

[Padfoots-Pirate] I see. I figured your mum had you swimming like she had you playing soccer or something. Anyway it's my turn to bitch now because track season has begun. And yes, poor, poor Charlie.

[KShyne99] No problem! I enjoy listening to people rant, although I do a lot of ranting myself. It's been great talking to you online. Sorry it's taken so long to update, been pretty busy. I thought the cliffhanger would attract more input which I wanted before I continued but no such luck. So here we are. Thanks :-)

[NYGoldfish54] Ha ha, while much after you have issued your command, we continue. Thanks for the review, it makes me happy.

[C-Chan96] Thanks for the compliment in your 'Shattered Glass' shout outs. I was torn for a long time what to do with our dear friend Spazway… so read on ;-)

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A light swam into view slowly fighting back the darkness around him. Distant voices murmured familiarly.  "'Ooz der?" he demanded, not aware of the saliva that had slipped from his mouth in his words. The last thing he could pull from his memory was the dark ground quickly approaching him, the moonlight taunting his anguished soul, before everything had abruptly went black. Now he lay in a state of euphoria, no longer mangled on the damp grass, rather dazed and numb. Before he was able to manage another coherent though, he once again slipped away from consciousness.

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Casey leaned forward as she watched her son's eyelids fluttered open and he grunted something unintelligible before falling back into unconsciousness.  Biting her lip she leaned back slightly in the hard plastic chair, focusing attentively at the comatose figure. Oblivious to the room around her she took his frigid hand in hers, rubbing it softly, avoiding the IV line that punctured a vein.

"Ms. Conway?" a stern deep voice stated coldly. With no response he cleared his throat repeating himself, "Ms. Conway."

"Yes?" she turned her head to greet the doctor that had come into the doorway.

"Charlie was found quite sometime after he initially- jumped." she glanced up from her son fearfully. "He'll survive, but we're concerned with a break in his 12th thoracic verte-"

"What?" she mumbled fearfully.

"Basically he broke his back in the fall ma'am. He was lucky to escape with his life," the white clad man stated monotonously, removing a pair of wire frames from his eyes, wiping the lenses.

"Oh G-d." she slumped back into her chair and put her face in her hands. 

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"I can't believe he fell," the blonde mumbled, head in his lap, oblivious to the ruckus around them in the cafeteria. Ever since the morning announcement the entire school has been up in an eerie disarray of rumours and whispers.

"Banks, he didn't fall he jumped," the heavyset teen stated obliviously, seemingly unaffected by the news of their captains fate. Dwayne, Guy, Averman, Luis and Julie silently congregated with the other two boys at the original Duck table, for the first time since freshmen year, before they had split off in separate directions. "You've heard what everyone has said. Some of the girls' swim team was walking through the commons and found him. Wrists slit up, bleeding…"

"Why would he jump Goldberg?" he spat, his ice blue eyes glaring defensively.

"Eh I dunno. He was under a lot of stress I guess. College, hocke-"

"His life was fucking perfect," Adam interrupted, his voice hoarse and knotted. The goalie gawked in hiatus, mouth still open in the shape of his last syllable. Sighing he shook his head.

"Adam, ya know this ain't gonna change anything," Dwayne piped in, attempting his shot at reviving the crumbling boy.

"Fuck you, Dwayne. Fuck you," he snarled, standing up and sprinting out through the crowd.

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Portman motioned to punch the wall, but with Fulton's hand on his forearm, and his gesture to the opposite wall with the hole through the cheap plaster, he let his arm fall back to his side.  Instead he kicked the metal bed frame, earning a helpful twinge of pain in his foot. 

"Hand me some booze," he mumbled flopping backwards onto his bed.  "I can't believe that little prick would go and blab like that."

Pulling two beers from their stash in the closet, Fulton tossed one to Portman.

You know, I told you they wouldn't understand." Portman said half to the ceiling, half to Fulton who had pushed himself into the corner at the end of his bed, sipping his own bottle.

"Yeah, I guess," he sighed. "I'm worried about Charlie."

"He did what he wanted.  Think about us, dude.  The team is going to fall apart,  the team is going to fall apart, They're going to fuck us over."

"Port, I don't think that's as big of a deal as Charlie killing himself, I mean, G-d, he was my first real friend."

"He would have accused us too."

"I don't believe that."

He snorted in disbelief, leaving the silent air heavy, as if a storm was about to come.  Fulton watched through half lidded eyes as his roommate stood to grab his second beer.