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DISCLAIMER

The Mighty Ducks belongs to Disney. Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. One character in the story is based off of Lucas Scott of One Tree Hill and uses the first name and his mother's maiden name, as well as a couple of nicknames plus my own. This belongs to Mark Schwahn and the CW. I only own the plot.

Meanwhile, Charlie Conway and Adam Banks sat a table, looking over some papers.

"This is bad, Charlie. I mean it's halfway through our season. Who are we going to find that can fill in McGregor's position?" Adam wondered.

"I don't know, man. And he totally hates that he puts us in a bind," Charlie stated.

"The dude got hurt. It's not his fault," Adam reminded.

"Yeah, I know. I think what bugs him the most is that he won't be able to make the trip to Ontario," Charlie commented. Adam laughed. The next day, Charlie and Adam's team, the Tigers, were on a plane on the way to London, Ontario.

"So, Coach C. Do you know of anyone who can take over Billy's spot?" their defenseman, Lucas Roe, questioned, tapping Charlie on the shoulder.

"We're still stuck, Luke," the man responded.

"This stinks," the boy complained, flouncing in his seat. Hours later, they arrived in London, Ontario, and checked into their hotel.

"All right boys and girls, you have your room assignments. Get a good night's rest. We have practice and sight seeing tomorrow," Charlie stated, handing out sheets of paper. The kids groaned, but did as they were told. The next morning at Sir John Sparrow High, Casey and Emily noticed that the guys---especially the hockey players---were buzzing with excitement.

"What's all the fuss?" Casey wondered.

"You got me," her best friend, Emily Davids answered. Seeing Sam Chambers, Casey quickly grabbed his arm.

"What's going on?" she wondered.

"Oh, man! It's all over the papers! Coach Adam Banks and Coach Charlie Conway are comin' here to find an extra person in the roster for playoffs," Sam said excitedly.

"I just can't believe this team actually lets girls play," another member of the hockey team sneered, overhearing the remark. Casey felt her face grow pale.

"Wh---what? Here? They're coming here?" she asked.

"Are---you okay?" her ex-boyfriend asked.

"I---I'm fine," she stammered. Then, without another word, she took.

"Wha---?"

"I---I don't know." Emily took off after Casey.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I just---it's nothing. You wouldn't understand." Casey bit her lip nervously. I hate this! I'd probably be on that team if it hadn't been stolen from me, she thought to herself. Emily looked at Casey in confusion. What's wrong with her? she wondered. "Listen, uh---I gotta bail," Casey stammered, and then hurried away.

"Wha---uh, Casey!" Emily once again took off after her. What is she doing? she wondered. Casey headed for the entrance to be cut off by Derek.

"Whoa. Where you going?" he questioned sneeringly.

"I gotta out of here," she answered.

"You're gonna ditch?" he questioned in surprise. "Are you feeling okay?" he continued, putting a hand on her forehead.

"I---I just need some alone time," she told him, jerking away. Then, she took off. For a moment, Derek stared. Then, he quickly hurried after her.

"Where are you gonna go?" he questioned.

"None of your business," she said, heading for the car.

"Well, I can't let you go alone," he stated.

"Sure you can," she replied.

"If you go, I'll tell Dad and Nora," he threatened. She sighed.

"Fine. Just---you can't tell anyone where I want to go," she agreed.

"Deal." They continued towards the car and got in. Casey put they key in the ignition and took off. As they drove down the road, Derek shook his head. This couldn't be happening. Little Miss Perfect was actually skipping school. Presently, Derek took notice of the direction they were headed.

"This is where the ice rink is."

"Yep." When they finally got to their destination, Casey parked the car and the two went in. He followed her to where the ice was. She gazed at it and sighed.

"It's amazing out there. I mean, there's nothing like that third period, when you're tied up and there's like---what, thirty seconds on the clock?" she reminisced fondly.

"You played?" Derek asked in surprise.

"A long time ago," Casey answered. After the shot went in, Casey raised her hands in victory.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked.

"I'm fine. It's just---" Casey's voice trailed off.

"What? What is it?" Derek wondered. She ignored him and headed for the group in hockey uniforms, Derek at her heels. In front of the group, two boys---one with jet-black hair and one with blond with streaks of brown in his hair---were chattering. Then, they caught sight of the two and their conversation died.

"Oh," someone said.

"Casey," the blonde-haired boy stated in surprise. For a moment, the girl stared at him.

"Casey, you know this guy?" Derek wondered.

"Lucas," Casey said.