Disclaimer: I do not own the Ducks.

A/N: This was meant to be posted on Wednesday, but my school's administrators have decided to be bitches and have blocked the damn site, stating sexual content as the reasoning. Unfortunately, unless I can convince them to reconsider, which is unlikely, I will only be allowed to post on weekends.

Primary Hearing

Julie's POV

"Adam, why do we have to be here?" I complained as we walked into the board room where the hearing was going to be held.

"Because the whole team is supposed to be here. Besides that, you could be the one they are wanting to draft."

"Yeah right." I answered. It wasn't that I didn't want to support Adam and his team. It was just that I could think of a million other things I had rather be doing on a Saturday. And to make things worse, it's 8:30 in the morning. I could still be sleeping. Besides it's not like the league or the commissioner is going to change his mind. I mean, we're talking about a man who cancelled an entire season. Why would he change a rule that has existed forever?

I took a seat next to Adam and his teammates. It wasn't long before Commissioner Gary Bettman came into the room and took his seat in front of the Bruins owner, Jeremy Jacobs and General Manager, Mike O'Connell. As I looked over to the side, I could see that Coach Mike Sullivan was also here. They really are serious about drafting this girl. To bad it will never happen, at least not in our lifetime, but maybe some day, a long time from now when women rule the planet.

"I here by call this meeting to order. We are here to discuss the possible changing of the rule that forbids women to be allowed to play in the National Hockey League." Mr. Bettman stated from his chair in front of everyone.

"That is correct, Sir." Mr. Jacob's answered. "We, the Boston Bruins, wish to be allowed to draft a woman."

"And why is that?"

"The young woman in question is a very skilled player. Potentially, she could become better then many of the men at her position. We feel that she would make an excellent addition to our team." Mr. O'Connell spoke on behalf of the Bruins. Wow! Who is this woman? Better then half of the men at her position? She must be pretty damned good.

"Why should I change this rule? It was put into place for a reason, for the protection of women." Mr. Bettman argued.

"I understand that Sir, but this is the twenty first century. I have the utmost confidence that this woman, or any other woman who can play hockey, can take care of themselves on the ice."

"How is it that you can be so sure of this?"

"This woman, commissioner, has been playing with the guys ever since she was five years old and she hasn't had any problems. This woman has real toughness on and off the ice. She has played with the men before and she can continue to do so without any problems at all." Mr. O'Connell continued.

"Mr. O'Connell, the NHL is totally different then any other kind of league that this woman has played in."

"I know that Sir, but I can assure you that there would be the minimum amount of contact."

"How's that?"

"She's a goalie, Sir." Cool………Hey wait a minute, I'm a goalie. They couldn't be talking about me………could they? I mean, I have been playing with the boys since I was five years old, and I have been able to hold my own.

"A goalie?"

"Yes, Sir, and a damned good one too."

"Can I say something Sir?" I looked down the table to see the Bruins' current goalie, Andrew Raycroft, standing.

"Go ahead."

"Sir, this goalie is dear to all of our hearts here in the Bruins organization. We know that she can hold her own because she has done it before. You see Sir; this woman is the fiancé of one of our players. She has participated in pick up games with us during the off season. There is not a man in this room that would tell you that she couldn't stand on her own. She has already proved to us that she can, now let her prove it to the world." Oh my God. Realization suddenly hit me. They were talking about me. I looked over at Adam and he just smiled at me.

"I told you so," he whispered to me.

"Are you speaking of Julie Gaffney?"

"Yes Sir. If you have seen her play, you should know of her capabilities." Mr. O'Connell answered.

"I've seen her play. And yes, she has stood her own with the men. However, at this time, the NHL can not take this risk. I am sorry, but I will have to deny your request for a rule change."

"Then you can expect to see us in court, Sir." Mr. Jacobs announced.

"If that is the way it must be." Mr. Bettman replied before walking out of the room.

Adam and I stood as the owner, GM, and coach headed over to us. "Don't worry; we are going to fight this. Would either of you happen to have Gordon Bombay's phone number? I think he would be the right man for this job. The word is, he is a good lawyer." Mr. Jacobs announced.

"That is an understatement. I think he would be perfect as well, especially since he is very protective of his old team." Adam responded. "I don't have a number, but I have his email at home."

"Please bring it to my office in the morning." Mr. Jacob's turned and left with Mr. O'Connell and Sullivan behind him.

"So, are you ready to go home?" Adam asked me as we headed for the door.

"Actually, I was hoping that we could go shopping for wedding stuff. I answered as we stepped out into the sunlight. I saw him cringe as I said the word 'shopping' "Please." I begged.

"Alright," he conceded.

"Hey sweetie, did you know that they wanted me the whole time?"

"Pretty much." He said as we got into the car and he started the engine.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"For one thing I was sworn to secrecy. And for another, I didn't want to get your hopes up for something that may not happen.

"That's sweet, Adam. But don't worry; I know how unlikely it is that they will let me play. My hopes aren't set on anything, except for being your wife and the future mother of your children." He leaned in and kissed me. "I love you Adam."

"I love you, too." He pulled out of the driveway and we headed off to shop for wedding items.

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