A/N: Hey… I am actually remembering to write a disclaimer for once!
I own nothing except my pocket ninja, Matt. Wait, I own Sam and Robbie.
Thanks to Tyler, my bounciest Mighty Ducks friend. Wait, no one else would understand that… I throw ideas at him, and they bounce off. That, and it's his official fault that I have an obsession with the wonderment that is the Mighty Ducks.
This is my first Mighty Ducks fic, so let me know if I have anything wrong, kk?
With an armload of two boxes, Sam carefully made her way up the stairs. Glancing once again at the slip of paper in her hand, she mentally chanted 34C to stamp it into her memory.
Looking around, there were very few people milling about. There were a few reasons for that. She knew she was a bit early, her parents believed in always being on time, which meant that she was nearly an hour early. That, and she figured that if there was anyone there at all, they would be in their rooms setting things up.
After trekking up and around quite a few steps, she found the right section of dorms, and easily found room 34. Balancing her tidy stack of boxes, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key with a very boring keychain on it, making a mental note to find a better one for it, and slipped it into the lock.
Pushing open the door, she found an obviously empty, small, yet adequate room, with the normal dorm furniture: two beds, two nightstands, two desks, two bookshelves, and amazingly enough, two bulletin boards, and a cheap full length mirror screwed into the wall. Finding no advantage of one side over the other, since the window was directly in the center of the room between the two beds, she randomly chose the bed on the left and set her boxes down on the desk. The room had no sink, since there were community bathrooms off of the hallway. With one last look over her shoulder, she went back out into the hallway to go find the rest of her things, hoping that she'd find a more direct route the next trip up.
Charlie had called a team meeting, requesting that everyone be at Eden Hall an hour before they were supposed to, so they could discuss a few things. Because their studies were getting harder in their sophomore year, and they needed more time to practice, they had all made the decision over the summer vacation to all simply move on campus, just to make things easier. Because he was keeping in touch with Coach Orion, Charlie had requested that the Ducks not only stay in the same corridor (with the exception of Julie and Connie, since girls and guys dorms were separate) they were all assigned with another duck as a roommate. The fact that over the summer they had recruited Jesse Hall back to the team made it all possible, since he made their numbers even.
A few minutes late, but no more than that, all of the ducks were assembled in one of the school's gazeboes, mostly bleary eyed from partying late, trying to celebrate their last night of freedom before school started. Most were either leaning on each other, or the back of their seats.
"Lets get this show on the road so some of us can find somewhere to sleep." Russ said before letting out a rather large yawn.
"Come on, where are we going to sleep, the lawn?" Averman said, with that cheesy grin of his that usually came out when he was telling a joke. "Unless you have special circumstances, you don't get your room until an hour from now."
"Well, if we can get through this meeting, I can give you your room numbers and keys." Charlie said, his eyes sparkling, knowing he really had something they wanted. They were all curious about their new living arrangements.
Everyone perked up at that, "How'd you get that?" Portman asked, eying the folder that had everyone's paperwork and keys in it.
"I'm team captain, babe." Charlie said with a smirk. Since calling Julie "babe" at the goodwill games, they all felt the need to call Portman the same thing, just to annoy him, though they all secretly knew that he secretly didn't mind.
They got through their quick meeting without a hitch, mainly because no one had any smart remarks, knowing that the faster they got through what they needed to do, the faster they could get their stuff in their rooms and maybe get some much coveted sleep. Finally they got to the point they were waiting for, Charlie was announcing the names.
"Julie, 4D" Charlie said, handing her the official piece of paper that had her key attached to it. "Any ideas who your roommate could be?" Charlie asked.
Julie walked over and took the paper from him, "No idea, hopefully not some cheerleader this time, ugh" she shuddered.
"I'd hope not… it would be really hard for Connie to be a cheerleader, her schedule is kinda tight." Charlie said lightly, pulling out Connie's paper as well, and handing it to her, "4D."
Grabbing Connie's paper out of her hand, Julie examined it before breaking out into a grin. "I don't know how you managed it, but I could just hug you!"
"We're roommates?" Connie asked Julie. "Sweet! This year's great already!"
With a chuckle, Charlie explained, "Well, apparently he told the board of directors, or the dean or someone that we would concentrate better on our studies and our hockey with fewer distractions."
Looking at him confused, Goldberg asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"It means," Charlie started, rummaging through the papers, pulling one out and handing it to Goldberg, "If you're a duck, so is your roommate. 36C" Handing over his paper to Louis, he stated, "36C"
The group mumbled in surprise. They had all figured that they would all be split up, the same thing that happened last year, at least to the ones that were living on campus. There were a few nasty battles between some of them and their non hockey centered roommates.
"Germaine." Charlie said, cutting through their chatter, "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." He said ominously.
Looking up at Charlie with surprise, a little flicker of doubt, Germaine asked, "Yeah?"
Looking down at the paper again, Charlie took his time to prolong the uncomfortable silence in the air. "Well, I'm sorry to inform you that you're rooming with Averman."
Letting out a deep breath with a hiss, Germaine took the piece of paper, nodding in relief. He didn't know what else he expected, now, the whole thing seemed funny.
Suddenly, Averman go the joke, and piped up, "Hey!" before his paper was shoved into his hands.
Charlie kept on going through the list. "Dean and Fulton, after reviewing the list of possible people they could pair you with, the Coach, the Dean, and a few advisors all decided that though they didn't want you in the same room as each other for fear you would be causing trouble. Then the more they though about it, they decided that it would be easier to watch one room rather than two." Charlie grinned before continuing, "Plus, they didn't think anyone else would be able to put up with Dean other than Fulton. 33C" he said, handing over their papers.
Looking at each other, the bash brothers growled a "yeah!" and gave each other high fives.
"Kenny and Russ, 35C" Charlie said, handing them their papers.
Russ took his paper, and quipped, "Always putting us minorities together to keep us out of the way."
Everyone looked at him, their eyebrows raised. Charlie chucked, and announced the next set of roommates, "Dwayne Robertson and Jesse Hall, 32C" before handing their papers off in their general direction so they could be passed to them.
"Oh, see that, now they're trying to throw you guys off." Russ explained. "Doesn't matter though, I'm gonna stick with my brutha over here." Russ said, clapping one hand on Kenny's shoulder hard enough that the smaller boy nearly fell over.
"Brother?" Kenny asked, looking up at Russ.
"No, drop the "R" it's bruth-uh." Russ started to explain as they walked away towards the building.
"That leaves me and you, right?" Adam asked Charlie.
"Yup!" Charlie grinned at him, handing over his paper.
Sam stood on her bed, pinning a poster up on the wall when she heard this odd scratching noise. After a few seconds, it stopped, and then started again, and kept going.
Silently jumping down in her sock feet, she listened for the source, and followed it to the door. Curious, she opened the door, and something very large nearly fell into the room.
After jumping back in surprise, Sam realized that this must be her roommate. She could barely be seen at all. She had five or more duffel bags over her shoulders, (one of them looking like a body bag it was so large) and an armful with a backpack, a large garbage bag, and a baseball bat
The poor girl looked like she was about to fall over, so Sam helped her get her arms unloaded, and her bags unhooked from her shoulders.
The new girl simply sat on the floor, still out of breath. "I walked all over this school" she said with laughter in her voice. "I think finding your room is their idea of a self guided tour! I'm Robin, by the way." She said, holding her hand up for a handshake.
"I'm Sam. Well, Samantha, but call me Sam." She answered with a grin, shaking the outstretched hand.
"Well, Sam, I answer a whole lot better to Robbie than Robin." Robbie said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Robbie it is then!" Sam grinned warmly.
Robbie was sitting there, her auburn-red hair messed up, in her faded jeans, ripped at the knee, and in a bright teal sweater with beaded accents, and a brightly colored sash threaded through her belt loops and tied at her waist. She looked the part of a drama queen, sitting there with her face flushed.
Sam stood there in her jeans and light peach button up sleeveless shirt, her smooth blonde hair pulled back into a perfect ponytail. She looked like the perfect girl next door that would grow up to be the kind of mom that brought new neighbors a casserole.
Jumping up from the floor, Robbie looked up a few inches at Sam, which put her at about 5'7", since Robbie was 5'5". "Sam, don't take this wrong, because I don't swing that way, but you're cute."
Sam burst out laughing. "Well, I didn't exactly expect to hear that, but thanks. Is this everything?" she asked, motioning to the pile of stuff on the floor.
Scratching her head, Robbie thought for a minute before answering, "Nah, I'd say I have two more loads to make."
"Well, I've already gotten all of my things up here already." Sam said, motioning to her neat pile of boxes on one side of the room, "I can help you, I've found a more direct route from the front of the school than the scenic route that showed you the football field on the other side of the building."
"That's the other side of the building? No wonder it took me forever to find the place!"
And so ends my first chapter. Again, this is my first Mighty Ducks fic, so like I said, let me know of any changes I need to make. That, and keep in mind that I am a Spaz, I screw things up quite a lot… Just let me know so I can make any necessary changes.
Thanksyou muches!
Spaz