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Belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own the plot. Reference to D2: The Mighty Ducks.

Hearing the soft thud, the MacDonald/Venturi family jumped.

"What on earth?" Derek wondered as Adam Banks came out.

"What happened?" he wondered.

"I don't know. Spacey's just acting weird again," Derek answered.

"Don't call her that," Adam instructed. Then, he headed upstairs. As he did so, he saw Casey throw Lucas off and started punching the wall again.

"Uh-oh," Adam muttered and hurried his pace. Lucas tried to stop Casey, but she just pushed him away as she continued the actions.

"Stop it, Casey!" Adam called. However, she ignored him and just kept striking the wall. "Casey, Casey, come on!" he exclaimed, reaching for her.

"It's not fair! He gets everything handed to him! I trained hard and I got it stolen! He plays for a high school team and it lands in his lap!" she screamed as she started hitting him.

"Hey, I trained hard," Derek muttered, but he was ignored.

"It's not fair! I was good! You know I was! I worked my whole life for this!" she continued.

"I know," Adam said softly. "I know it's hard when it seems like your whole life is over," he told her. "Obviously, the incident with my wrist was different, but at the time, I thought my world had ended."

"But at least you got it back."

"Yes, I did."

"I can never have it back, Coach. My knee is too bad. And it's not fair."

"No, it's not." Hearing the conversation from downstairs, Lizzie bit her lip and Nora ran her fingers through her hair while, the Venturis and Emily looked at each other in confusion. What were they talking about? When had Casey ever played hockey? Casey once again began crying and Adam held her. Oh, man. I wish she had gone to counseling after what happened, he thought. She was crashing, he could tell.

"Man, she's even more temperamental than usual," Edwin muttered, resulting in Lizzie smacking him. Finally, she pulled away and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, you feelin' a bit better?"

"I guess."

"Good. Now, let's go ice your hand." She laughed ruefully.

"Yeah. I guess I still need to work on my anger, huh?" Adam chuckled and led her downstairs.

"How bad is it?" Nora wondered.

"Not broken," Casey shrugged.

"That doesn't tell me anything," Nora said.

"She probably shouldn't use it for a while," Adam told her. In the kitchen, Casey let Adam tend to her hand.

"So, have you talked to anyone…about what happened?" he questioned.

"No. They just recently found out that I used to play hockey," she answered as he finished.

"Case, you're crashing, if you don't talk to someone---" Adam began to say.

"What's there to talk about?" Casey interrupted. "It doesn't matter. I can't play anymore," she said. Adam sighed and his fingers through his hair.

"Casey, will you please talk to me? Please?" he pleaded.

"What's there to talk about, Coach? I lost hockey and I'll never get it back," she said.

"How 'bout we talk about the way you lost hockey?" he suggested.

"Talk? Talk about what, Coach? Talk about how some jerk bashed my knee in with a hockey stick?! And that when I tried to fight back, two of his teammates held me down and the ref didn't say nothin'!?" she exclaimed. "That it took me a whole year to even be able to walk properly?! Is that what you want me to talk about?!" she asked angrily. Derek's jaw dropped. That happened to Casey? Man, how could anyone do that? he wondered.

"Whoa," Emily breathed in shock.

"Unbelievable," Derek said in the same tone.