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Title: Fulton's Girl
Starring: Fulton Reed and Carmelina Masters
Setting: Takes place in 2003, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The Ducks are in grade ten.
Rating: PG13
Genre: General (because I don't really know how to label it)
Summary: [Warning: 1 main character is an OC but she isn't a Mary Sue or joining the Ducks] He had never met anyone like her before, she was new and intriguing. But will having her in his life help either of them?
Author's Note: Like I said in my last post; I am really nervous about this chapter! Eeep! So hold onto your hats!
Note to Reviewers:
AntiIRONY: Thank you, and that's how I always thought he would smell...mmm Fulton scent.
He swiftly opened his dorm door and slammed it behind him as he entered. He went, stomping his feet up to his dresser and roughly shoved the objects off of the top; they fell to the floor with a crash. He breathed heavily putting his elbows onto the wood and his face in his sweaty palms. He uncovered his face and through clenched teeth asked his angry reflection "What is she thinking?' He quivered; rage ran through him, his pulse was beating so strongly and quickly that he could feel it in the tips of his ears. "What the fuck is she thinking?!" he screamed punching the mirror. The glass shattered; cutting and slicing into his flesh.
"Fuck!" he yelped examining his hand there were pieces of mirror sticking out and blood was trickling from the wounds and sliding down his skin. He looked at the remains of the mirror that was still in the frame; his image was distorted from the cracks. His frustration had faded as he watched his freak reflection ignoring the shooting pain from his hand.
The sound of the door creaking open passed by him without his notice, along with slowly paced footsteps coming up from behind. His mirror image was joined by Mel's misshapen one. She glanced into the broken mirror then to Fulton his expression blank. Her gaze fell, she cringed at the tiny jagged pieces of glass that were poking out of his skin.
"You should get that bandaged up" her gentile voice seemed louder then normal in the dorm that was thick with silence.
He didn't budge.
She laced her fingers in with his uninjured ones. He broke his stare with his reflection and hung his head. "Come on" she led him out the door.
He winced as the needle pierced his skin; the school nurse was numbing it. Mel squeezed the hand she was holding lightly and gave him a small smile. They were sitting on the nurse's padded bench in her sterile white office. The butch women, Ms. Dunfir, had busied herself with taking care of the hockey player. She shone a bright light close to the wounds and had all sorts of instruments and medicine on a white table near by.
"How did you do this?" she asked extracting a piece of glass.
"Punched a mirror"
"Now why would you do something like that?" she questioned with her sandpaper voice; raising her eyebrows.
Fulton stumbled over his words.
"What does this do?" Mel asked freeing Fulton, she picked up a bottle of strong smelling liquid.
"It's a sterilizer"
Fulton smiled gratefully to Mel who grinned back shyly picking up another utensil to ask her another question.
Ms. Dunfir finished dressing the injuries tightly wrapping the gauze.
"Come back in two days so I can change it. But in till then keep it dry" she ordered roughly.
"Thanks" he inspected his padded hand. Mel, who had the stethoscope removed the top part from her ears and the end from Fulton's chest and gave it back while thanking her.
The two were sitting under the large oak tree where Fulton returned her book. The air was moist; the clouds gray; the wind whistled in between the leaves and branches of the trees. The quad was practically bare; it wasn't a favorable day to be outside. She shifted in the lush grass opening her pack. Fulton was contemplating how he was going to keep his hand dry; a plastic bag seemed to be the best idea. Her question interrupted his thoughts.
"Do you want to see something?" He was expecting her to ask about the reason why he hit the mirror, but she didn't want to press it. Whenever something happened to her she hated the investigations, thirty questions coming at her at once like a swarm of bees.
"Yeah"
She lit up and reached into her backpack; pulled out a sketchbook. She flipped the crisp pages; a blur of pencil, ink and colour. She stopped and opened it fully revealing a picture of Fulton and Portman, their hands in the air on the ice. In the fuzzy background he could see the audience, referees, Ducks and Wombats. The Bash Brothers faces and posture were filled with excitement and joy; captured perfectly with swipes of coloured pencil. It was after Charlie scored.
"It's great" he compliment absorbing the time consuming details.
She nibbled her bottom lip before ripping it carefully out of the book and giving it to him.
"Thanks' he said appreciatively he knew that it took a long time to do. What he didn't know was that it was unusual for her to show her art to anyone and it was even more rare for her to give them away.
He put his gift carefully away and then told her, "My mom got back together with her old boyfriend. That's why I" he lifted his bandaged hand ending the sentence with the gesture. "He's a bastard" he voice was harsh with anger but softened as he continued "He treats her like shit"
Mel studied him, his frown was deep, jaw tight with fury and his usually laughing eyes were clouded by grief.
"What did he do?" she asked quietly.
He considered whether or not to tell her, the Ducks didn't even know. But seeing her big brown sugar eyes shining with a need to help and concern he answered, "He hit her...and me" Her eyes shifted to anguish, but there was no sign of shock, which he was anticipating.
"Now she says that he has changed. Won't do it again. She sounds just like him" his face fell he hung his head in sorrow, slouching slightly forward. "He started when I was eight, ten they broke up, eleven back together same year broke up and got back together, twelve they split again. I thought it was permanent but fifteen; back together"
He put his head in his hands covering most of his skull bandanna. His bandage stuck out against his dark hair and printed cloth. His elbows rested on his knees, his legs side by side in an upside down 'V'. She moved so she was sitting on the underside of her calves and feet. She gingerly took away his hands and placed them by his sides and cupped his head turning it towards her. She ran her feathery fingertips along his forehead; smoothing out his frown.
"It's her choice to make. The most you can do is protect yourself and her but only if she wants it. If she needs you, she'll find you" That was the only thing she offered; a few words but it was all she had to give.
He processed what she said acceptingly. There wasn't much he could do, he hated it but it was true.
She kissed him on the cheek; her soft lips grazing tenderly on his skin. Droplets of ran came down through the fan of leaves. She looked up; letting the rain fall she closed her eyes. Fulton was watching her, surprise etched on his face.
She suddenly opened her eyes and told him hastily "We have to cover your bandage"
End of Chapter
A/N: So what did you think? Was it dreadful? Was Fulton really out of character?
Title: Fulton's Girl
Starring: Fulton Reed and Carmelina Masters
Setting: Takes place in 2003, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The Ducks are in grade ten.
Rating: PG13
Genre: General (because I don't really know how to label it)
Summary: [Warning: 1 main character is an OC but she isn't a Mary Sue or joining the Ducks] He had never met anyone like her before, she was new and intriguing. But will having her in his life help either of them?
Author's Note: Like I said in my last post; I am really nervous about this chapter! Eeep! So hold onto your hats!
Note to Reviewers:
AntiIRONY: Thank you, and that's how I always thought he would smell...mmm Fulton scent.
He swiftly opened his dorm door and slammed it behind him as he entered. He went, stomping his feet up to his dresser and roughly shoved the objects off of the top; they fell to the floor with a crash. He breathed heavily putting his elbows onto the wood and his face in his sweaty palms. He uncovered his face and through clenched teeth asked his angry reflection "What is she thinking?' He quivered; rage ran through him, his pulse was beating so strongly and quickly that he could feel it in the tips of his ears. "What the fuck is she thinking?!" he screamed punching the mirror. The glass shattered; cutting and slicing into his flesh.
"Fuck!" he yelped examining his hand there were pieces of mirror sticking out and blood was trickling from the wounds and sliding down his skin. He looked at the remains of the mirror that was still in the frame; his image was distorted from the cracks. His frustration had faded as he watched his freak reflection ignoring the shooting pain from his hand.
The sound of the door creaking open passed by him without his notice, along with slowly paced footsteps coming up from behind. His mirror image was joined by Mel's misshapen one. She glanced into the broken mirror then to Fulton his expression blank. Her gaze fell, she cringed at the tiny jagged pieces of glass that were poking out of his skin.
"You should get that bandaged up" her gentile voice seemed louder then normal in the dorm that was thick with silence.
He didn't budge.
She laced her fingers in with his uninjured ones. He broke his stare with his reflection and hung his head. "Come on" she led him out the door.
He winced as the needle pierced his skin; the school nurse was numbing it. Mel squeezed the hand she was holding lightly and gave him a small smile. They were sitting on the nurse's padded bench in her sterile white office. The butch women, Ms. Dunfir, had busied herself with taking care of the hockey player. She shone a bright light close to the wounds and had all sorts of instruments and medicine on a white table near by.
"How did you do this?" she asked extracting a piece of glass.
"Punched a mirror"
"Now why would you do something like that?" she questioned with her sandpaper voice; raising her eyebrows.
Fulton stumbled over his words.
"What does this do?" Mel asked freeing Fulton, she picked up a bottle of strong smelling liquid.
"It's a sterilizer"
Fulton smiled gratefully to Mel who grinned back shyly picking up another utensil to ask her another question.
Ms. Dunfir finished dressing the injuries tightly wrapping the gauze.
"Come back in two days so I can change it. But in till then keep it dry" she ordered roughly.
"Thanks" he inspected his padded hand. Mel, who had the stethoscope removed the top part from her ears and the end from Fulton's chest and gave it back while thanking her.
The two were sitting under the large oak tree where Fulton returned her book. The air was moist; the clouds gray; the wind whistled in between the leaves and branches of the trees. The quad was practically bare; it wasn't a favorable day to be outside. She shifted in the lush grass opening her pack. Fulton was contemplating how he was going to keep his hand dry; a plastic bag seemed to be the best idea. Her question interrupted his thoughts.
"Do you want to see something?" He was expecting her to ask about the reason why he hit the mirror, but she didn't want to press it. Whenever something happened to her she hated the investigations, thirty questions coming at her at once like a swarm of bees.
"Yeah"
She lit up and reached into her backpack; pulled out a sketchbook. She flipped the crisp pages; a blur of pencil, ink and colour. She stopped and opened it fully revealing a picture of Fulton and Portman, their hands in the air on the ice. In the fuzzy background he could see the audience, referees, Ducks and Wombats. The Bash Brothers faces and posture were filled with excitement and joy; captured perfectly with swipes of coloured pencil. It was after Charlie scored.
"It's great" he compliment absorbing the time consuming details.
She nibbled her bottom lip before ripping it carefully out of the book and giving it to him.
"Thanks' he said appreciatively he knew that it took a long time to do. What he didn't know was that it was unusual for her to show her art to anyone and it was even more rare for her to give them away.
He put his gift carefully away and then told her, "My mom got back together with her old boyfriend. That's why I" he lifted his bandaged hand ending the sentence with the gesture. "He's a bastard" he voice was harsh with anger but softened as he continued "He treats her like shit"
Mel studied him, his frown was deep, jaw tight with fury and his usually laughing eyes were clouded by grief.
"What did he do?" she asked quietly.
He considered whether or not to tell her, the Ducks didn't even know. But seeing her big brown sugar eyes shining with a need to help and concern he answered, "He hit her...and me" Her eyes shifted to anguish, but there was no sign of shock, which he was anticipating.
"Now she says that he has changed. Won't do it again. She sounds just like him" his face fell he hung his head in sorrow, slouching slightly forward. "He started when I was eight, ten they broke up, eleven back together same year broke up and got back together, twelve they split again. I thought it was permanent but fifteen; back together"
He put his head in his hands covering most of his skull bandanna. His bandage stuck out against his dark hair and printed cloth. His elbows rested on his knees, his legs side by side in an upside down 'V'. She moved so she was sitting on the underside of her calves and feet. She gingerly took away his hands and placed them by his sides and cupped his head turning it towards her. She ran her feathery fingertips along his forehead; smoothing out his frown.
"It's her choice to make. The most you can do is protect yourself and her but only if she wants it. If she needs you, she'll find you" That was the only thing she offered; a few words but it was all she had to give.
He processed what she said acceptingly. There wasn't much he could do, he hated it but it was true.
She kissed him on the cheek; her soft lips grazing tenderly on his skin. Droplets of ran came down through the fan of leaves. She looked up; letting the rain fall she closed her eyes. Fulton was watching her, surprise etched on his face.
She suddenly opened her eyes and told him hastily "We have to cover your bandage"
End of Chapter
A/N: So what did you think? Was it dreadful? Was Fulton really out of character?
