Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks, clothing labels, brand names, songs, bands, restaurants etc. I do own Carmelina Masters and any other characters that were not in the original movies. I also own (if there is even going to be any) clothing labels, brand names, songs, bands, and restaurants etc. that you do not exist in real life.
Mahnomen Penitentiary may or may not exist. I just looked at a map of Minnesota and saw 'Mahnomen' and thought that sounds like a good place for a jail. Anyway I don't own it if it exists but if it doesn't…
Oh same with Lucy's Art store I don't know if there is one or not so you know the drill…
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: Ok I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this chapter it's just life got in the way but I hope you like it!
Note to Reviewers:
Alexis: Thanks for reviewing and I'm sorry about the long wait!
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Mel busied herself with helping her boss Lucy with restocking supplies.
"You know Mel I think I can finish up here. Your friend is still waiting outside" Lucy offered turning to face Mel, her chandelier earrings swaying. She smiled at the teenage girl her pearly white teeth beaming against the red stain of her lipstick.
"It's ok Luc I can still help" Mel shrugged reaching for more pencils.
"No I insist I need the raking done today anyway" she ushered the younger worker to the door.
Mel nervously pulled at her large coat as she starred at the grassy ground. She frowned; it used to be covered with leaves. She looked up at Fulton who was pilling the leaves into the paper bag, his back turned to her.
She wasn't quite sure why she had this incredible urge to turn and run as fast as her legs would go. It could be because now everything would change between them. It could be because she wasn't quite sure what to do next, or how he would act. It could be because of what happened…but she shoved those thoughts aside. She was determined to perk up, ignore the sick feeling in her stomach and go and talk to him…or run. Running was more appealing. She was half way from getting his attention and sprinting down the block when he turned and saw her looking down the street, questioning if she could run without him noticing or getting fired.
"Hey I was afraid that you were trapped under a large pile of art supplies, you were in there so long," he said shuffling his feet closer to her.
"Cheetahs can reach up to 70 kilometers per hour in seconds, also at two points in their stride no feet touch the ground" she stated still looking down the street.
"Chester is the name of the cheetah on the cheezies bags," he countered feebly as he stopped in front of her.
A small smile tugged at the side of her mouth, she flicked her gaze away from the road and up to his face.
As soon as her eyes reached his, her need to run ripped away from her and zoomed down the street she had looked at with such longing. Now all she wanted was him.
"Thank you for raking the leaves" she said the corners of her mouth turning up so slightly, that only he could tell it was a smile.
He shrugged, and was about to add "No problem" when her lips covered his in a soft kiss. His surprise wore off fast as he wrapped his arms around her drawing her in closer to him.
The roar of the motorcycle engine filled her ears as she sped down the street. She clamped her eyes shut, afraid to see how fast they were going. She trusted Fulton but not the machine he was driving. Her eyes opened as a thought slinked into her brain. The fear of speed was replaced by the question: If she really did trust him then why couldn't she tell him? Her heart sank.
Then reasons started to flood her head: shame, fear; of him not believing her, of him being disgusted by her, never being able to get out of the shadow of what happened; her past eating her future.
She took a shaky breath and buried the thoughts deep down. It wasn't something she wanted to plague her anymore…and she didn't want to burden him. Resolve set in, she rested her helmet against his back and watched the houses go by.
"Where did you get the bike?" Mel questioned not taking her eyes off of the cycle as she sketched the black leather seat.
They had stopped their mini-road trip for some dinner at a small diner. After eating Mel pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw as Fulton slowly drank a second soda.
"It's the only thing my dad ever gave me," he answered staring at the piping. "I think that he wanted someone to take care of it while he's in jail" He had said it without thinking. They had avoided the whole topic of his dad and jail since the thunderstorm and he wished that he had kept it that way, afraid that she would climb another tree…but she didn't react the same way.
She kept drawing and gave a nod in response. He could tell that she had tried and succeed in maintaining her cool.
He continued to drink his soda as she swept her pencil along the paper. Though she didn't freak out this time he wasn't going to push the subject, especially since he had just gotten her. He grinned at the thought of her being his. As if she had read his mind she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before returning to her picture.
"Do you realize that you're a biker boy?" she giggled not able to muster a straight face.
"Do you realize that makes you a biker chic?"
She beamed at him "For your initiation you're gonna have to get a tattoo" he continued.
She flipped that paper over and quickly began to draw; "Something…like this?" she asked revealing a flaming skull.
"That'll do it"
God, if he thought that Fulton was spending a lot of time with that Carmelina chick before, then that was nothing compared to how much time he was spending with her now that they were a 'couple'.
Portman sat on the bench by the rink, as his teammates practiced before him. He chugged some water then looked to the stands. She was sitting there now with her damn sketchbook on her lap…was that all she did? Draw, read, do school work, dish out cafeteria food and kiss Fult? It's all he ever saw her do.
Though they had been going out for a few weeks now, he had hardly spoken to the girl. Fulton seemed to want to keep her away from him, his own Bash Brother that made him uneasy. And he could tell it wasn't only him the others on the team had noticed how much number 44 had been missing. Only a few had had the chance to really talk to her too. It was unsettling.
But, look who he was talking about! It was Fulton! If he couldn't trust him…then who could he trust? No one.
Portman slouched his elbows onto his knees, he would just have to wait and see how it'd turn out.
Fulton was rushing; changing and showering through the usual Duck chattering that always filled the locker room. He didn't part take in the conversations, and was about to exit the room when he heard Coach Orion's voice boom through the team's noise. Fulton turned solemnly to his coach.
Orion sharply gestured from him to go to his office with one demanding finger. He obliged dragging his feet to the other side of the changing room, walking down the path lined with the Ducks comments, some were sarcastic, some were humorous, and others were eulogies.
The large hockey player slumped in the chair in front of the desk and waited to find out what he had done now.
"Reed," Orion began closing the door behind him "I wanted you to know that I'm very glad to hear that you are doing well in all of your subjects"
Shocked, Fulton turned to look at his Coach with questioning eyes. Orion continued "For a while there I was afraid I was going to loose you because of bad grades" he sat in his chair behind the desk and folded his hands.
He never thought he would feel like this but Fulton was in fact pleasantly surprised.
"Whatever you have been doing has helped you greatly" Orion's friendly smile grew more tight "but I don't want whatever you've been doing to interfere with your abilities to play hockey" Before Fulton could object, or ask what he was getting at Orion pressed on "It hasn't thus far but I've seen things like this play out and the ending isn't always the best"
"Coach, I-" Orion held up a silencing hand and finished with saying "I don't want to get too involved I just want you to look out for yourself. I know it's very hard being a teen and all"
Fulton left the office, not quite sure about what Orion was trying to tell him and pretty sure that Orion didn't even know himself. He shrugged it off and went to go meet up with Mel.
A/N: The last part with Orion was something that I thought was funny…again so sorry the wait for the update was so long.
