Alrighty. Welcome to the show. I would like to say that our first season is almost over. There are only about four to five more episodes left. Don't worry, the big climax is gonna be in the next chapter, and when I say big, I mean BIG!!!!!! Most likely, I'll be two loooooooooooooooooooong chappies, the the finale and the epilogue. Get ready for a tearjerker! Okay, and I know this hasn't been much of a romance fic, but maybe the next one will be. And everyone will know why Bombay never let Wynnie play. I hope yoou all don't hate me. And now, without further ado, may I present to you the fourth chapter to my beloved story. Muah!

Oh, and here's a little bit extra that is a part of the next chapter! Love ya Laterz!

Disclaimer: (in a letter to Mr. Walt Disney and Co) Dear Mr. Walt Disney sir creator man, I would just like to clarify that I do not claim to have any rights towards the Mighty Ducks. I do not even own the people who played them in the movies, although I wish I was older. I am just using them for my fanfiction, hence the the word fanfiction... Thank you and goodbye from The Wind Charmer.

Back to Normal...Mostly

Guy's POV:

I was walking past my room when I heard shouting from the other side of the closed door. I blinked, unsure of what to do. The voices I quickly recognized were Banks and Wynry, and they were having a heated argument. I heard footsteps and I ran down the hall, safely making it into Connie's room.

Connie looked up from she book she was reading. "Oh, hey Guy. What's up?" she asked as she put it down. I blinked, my brain finally realizing she was in the room. Shrugging my shoulders, I sank down onto an empty bed by the desk. "Ah, not much. What are you reading?" Grinning, he answered, "A book. What did you think it was?"

I laughed tiredly as I fell backwards, my head landing on a soft pillow. I couldn't stay awake. All beacause of Captain Blood. My body hurt like mad! "Do you have any pain killers?" I asked drowsily. Connie laughed lightly. "No, I don't. Wynn might. I mean, with Coach and her figure skating coach hounding her, I think she might have downed them all by now," she answered. I looked over to see her reading again. One of the girls had brought a portable stereo with them, and it was now playing classical music from a CD. It was nice and soft and lulling and...I yawned so loud Connie gasped when my jaw cracked. "G'night, Conns," I muttered before falling into s deep slumber.

A magazine hit me on the head, jolting me awake. My eyes snapped open. "Whaa..."

Above me Julie rolled her eyes. "Wakey wakey, Guy. Everyone's heading out to the track for an extra practice. This time, no Coach Bombay. Besides," she added, "You're on my bed." I groaned, stretched, and got up, following Julie out of the dorms. 'We have practice,' I thought glumly. 'At least it's not with Coach.'

Out on the track, we were stretching our tired and aching limbs when Connie said, "Why do we have to be here when Coach isn't?"

"We have a game tonight. We have to work out," Dean replied. "I say mutiny. Who's with me?" said Goldberg.

I wasn't really listening, but the next moment I was defending three different people, and this kid Jesse had told us about showed up and started trash talking the team, which led to us taking a bus to South Central L.A, where we stood in front of the friends of the kid called 'Russ.'

"My brother Russ says that you guys have been choking big time," said Russ's older brother.

"Well, your brother's got a big mouth," Jesse snapped back. Oh, man! He was going to get us all killed. I swear this kid's got serious anger management problems. We all froze, hoping for the best. "Yeah, he does, doesn't he?" Thank the Lord!

The game began, and they weren't taking any prisoners. Still, they were better than Iceland. I mean, they gave us advice on how to play better. All those giant jerks did was make fun of us in Icelandic, or whatever language they spoke. But that wasn't the weird part. With Coach not saying who played and who wouldn't, Wynn managed to get out there and finally showed us that she needed to be out on the ice with us when we played against Germany tonight. All of us knew that he wouldn't let her set foot on the ice while the clock was ticking. Oddly, she would never tell us why...

Russ shot the puck, causing it to fly into the overturned trash can with a thunk. We gaped at him in awe. "What the heck kind of shot was that?" breathed Portman. "My knucklepuck," Russ replied. "It's hard to be accurate, but it drives goalies wild!"

"Well, have you seen Wynn's Miko's Arrow," Ken said. A second later, Wynn shot the puck right into the goal. They looked impressed...I think.

At the game, to our surprise, Coach showed up, and convinced us that he was back and everything was going to be different. And guess what! We won!

Later, Coach brought us outside and lit up a barrel, saying it was a fire in a barrel. Pointing to a cut-out of himself, he said, "This is a distraction." He placed the cut out into the barrel. "This is a distraction in a fire in a barrel."

Connie's POV

Ahh, I finally got have the chance to have some alone time with Guy. Technically, I forced both Wynn and Julie out of the room when he stopped by, but I have no shame. He entered the room and sat down on my bed as I anxiously paced back and forth. It was now or never. It was time to clarify our relationship.

After five minutes of endless pacing, Guy said, Are you all right, Connie?"

:No, I'm not!" I found myself snapping. I immediately regretted what I had said. "Um, not really, Guy. We need to talk. Now." I sat down next to him, and took a deep breath. Tucking a piece ofmy dark hair behind my ear, I stammered, "Um, Guy? What are we? I mean, are we just friends, or what?"

He smirked. "Whatever do you mean?" I blushed crimson. "Uh, I mean-n-never mind." I stared down at my feet. The next thing I knew, he kissed me. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head for a minute. I sighed, and closed my eyes as he deepened the kiss. His arms went around my waist and I slipped my arms around his neck. He pulled away, leaving me breathless. "Wow," I murmured. "I'll take that as a 'We're dating now.'" I licked my lips casually and grinned. 'Thank you God!' I thought.

Coach Bombay's POV

Charlie had just left with our new player Russ Tyler. I was reclining in my seat, thankful I would not have to search for another player, when Wynry entered the room, looking very impatient. "Look, Coach. I know you're worried, but so am I. I haven't been out there on the ice once during the games, and we have two games left: tonight's game against Russia, and if we win, we go on to the Championships. I have to play. I'm still part of the team, you know, and if I was being benched, you wouldn't have me in full gear, and there would be yet another person out there in my place." She paused. "I don't know what it's going to take for you to trust me, but I'm gonna figure it out. I've got to. If I don't, I'll always wonder if I was good enough to be on Team USA." Sighing, she added, "And if I'm going to play, I guess I have to come out to them. I have to tell the team." That one sentence must have given her all the confidence in the world, for she smiled and ran off to the dorms, her backpack swinging behind her.

I sat in my seat, stunned. She was going to- How would they act when she...I couldn't think about it right then; all I could do was stand up and sit back down like an idiot.

Okay, I suffered from sever brain loss, so this is what you get. IIt's gonna be way bettr next chapter. I actually think Wynn's the main focus here. Do you? Please push that purple button at the bottom left hand corner and review. Give me your questions and comments, please. Until then

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The Wind Charmer