Here's the season finale of season one. Enjoy! Also, back when the journal entries were 'written', they should all be in July, not August. Kay?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks. Someone else does.

The Finale

Wynn's POV

I stood next to my parents now that I had showered and was wearing a yellow thermal shirt and torquoise flares. I clutched a stuffed animal in my arms, a gift from a fan. "I'm really going to the Senior Nationals?" I asked. My parents nodded. "And Natasha Goberman will be your coach. She will be taking you and Tammy Duncan under her wing."

Tammy Duncan? Did my mom just mention Tammy Duncan? She is, like, the coolest figure skater turned hockey star I've ever heard of, and she was a Duck! "When can I met her?" I quickly asked. "Right now. She's over there,Wynn." My dad set me down in a chair across form her, and we began talking at the same time.

"You're the first female figure skater ever to join the Ducks!" I exclaimed.

"I think it's really cool that you're blind and still do all the things that you do," she said at the same time. I blinked and whispered, "How did you know?"

Tammy gasped. "That was supposed to be a secret? I'm so sorry. When I saw you and your dog, I kind of guessed." I shrugged. It was better for her to know now than to go through another repeat. "That's okay, s'long as you tell no one about it."

"So, how are the Ducks?" Tammy asked. "Great. We all are. We're going home tomorrow, but everyone is celebrating in the dorms right now. Wanna come?" I answered. She nodded. "Let's go!" We walked off to the main dorm room, where the Ducks were stuffing their faces with food and having a good time. "Hey guys!" we called.

"Hey!" they replied. Tammy clutched my arm. "Is that Fulton? Wow, he looks great," she whispered. "Well, go talk to him, Tammy," I encouraged. She walked off, and I sat down on the couch, listening to the loud music play. The couch sank down as someone sat down next to me. I took a breath through my nose, and realized it was Adam before he could say anything.

"Hey, Adam," I said.

"Hey, Wynn," he replied. "Can we talk?" I nodded. 'This is it,' I hoped. He grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet, leading me away from the noise. We stopped outside my dorm room. "So, what is it?" I asked, tucking a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. Adam let out a breath and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Um, I just wanted to say that I-"

He tried again. "I want you to know that I- gods, this is hard."

He was standing in front of me, and I realized it was now or never. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. We both blushed. "Um, what was that for?" he stammered.

"For being you. For helping me," I replied. "We should hang out once I get back from my annual trip. It'll be fun, Adam." He grinned. "That sounds like a plan." He laced his fingers with mine. "Let's go back before they get worried," he said. We walked back to the main room hand in hand, and partied for the rest of the night.

The next day we were all boarding a plane for Minneapolis. This time, Tammy was joining us, as were my extended family. The in-flight movie was a boring one, so I just sat back in my seat and planned my routine for the Senior Nationals. As usual, Adam sat next to me, and Tohru was lying on the floor by my feet, asleep.

Tammy, Fulton, and Dean were all talking a few rows away from us; some of the gang was asleep, sice we had ben up all night. Those that were awake were chatting, or eating the breakfast we were served. I opened my eyes when I felt someone pinch me. "What?"I asked.

"Why did you, um, kiss me?" Adam asked, whispering the last two words so that no one could overhear. "Was I not supposed to?" I replied. He shook his head. "It's not that; I just wanted to know why you did?"

"Do you think I like you, Adam Banks?" I asked slyly. He gulped. "Maybe. Do you?"

"The question is, do you?" I shot back.

"If I say I do, what will happen?" Adam questioned.

"You'll see."

"And if I say I don't?" he asked.

"You can think of what happened as a thank-you. Does that answer your question?" I told him. He nodded. "I do. Like you, I mean"

"You just wait until we get back to Minneapolis, mister." I smiled.

Once we got back, we went on a celebratory camping trip for the weekend. We sat around the campfire, ate marshmallows (which Greg burned on occasion), and had fun taking pictures of us doing crazy things, like trying to catch fish with our hands and stuff. Then we all went to our respective homes, and my family began our trip.

August 5, 2004

Dear Diary,

Well, the Ducks have triumped, and everyone's gone home. I guess you could say that this was an interesting trip. Tammy and Fulton look like they're going to get together, and Connie and Guy already are. I think next year will be even better. Who knows? Maybe Adam and I will eventually be together. It'd be nice to have a boyfriend.

Personally, I think everonne learned soemthing the past few weeks. I learned to trust and to never keep secrets from my friends, that's for sure. I guess this was supposed to be a lesson, a clashing of two normals that had nothing in common. I don't know. I do know, however, that this was fun, and I'd do anything to do it all again.

Next year, I'll be a freshman in high school, and a Duck, too. I guess when life gives you lemons...

Anyway, this is the final chapter of my summer journal year 2004. I'lll be back soon, but for now, I'm going down to the junkyard with my friends. See you later.

Tune in for Season 2 of A Lesson in Trust, A Lesson on Love. Stay tuned for a sneak preview of Season 2.

"I can't believe it! I really can't believe it! Coach isn't going to be our coach anymore, and Jesse moved? How is that even possible?"

Adam shrugged. "Don't forget that we're all going to a new school and since Coach Bombay won't be there, neither will Portman. He's staying in Chicago."

"What's gonna happen to us all, with all the changes and everything?" I asked him. "I'm not sure. But we'll be all right," he told me.