Hey guys did you hear about the Crock Hunter? You know Steve Irwin? He died on Monday September 4, 2006. Anyway Enjoy the chapter and remember I own nothing but what doesn't belong to the Mighty Ducks creators.

Chapter 11: brother not father.

Five minutes later Fulton was driving me home and then he walked back to his house. By the time Portman and I walked in the door I was pretty calm but a small part of me said hate him for the rest of my life. When we walked to the stairs I could see Chris and Ben watching a movie. "Hey guys." I said quietly.

"Hey Matt wants you to stay out of your room for the next few days." Chris said not taking his eyes off the Tv.

"He said you could stay in any room except yours and dad's. He put your stuff in the spare room on the third floor." Ben added looking up at me. "Baby is there something wrong?"

"No not really." I said before Portman nudged me in the back. "Oh alright I'll tell them. Dwayne can't come up his evil aunt is going down to see them and ya'll know how she is." I said.

"Is there nothing we can do?" Chris asked pulling his gaze from the Tv and pausing the movie they were watching.

"I don't think so."

"Is it that his parents said he can't come or his aunt?"

"I don't know maybe he just doesn't want to come because of the strange relationship between us now that I'm dating Portman here."

"Look I'll call him later on tonight. He's never had that much of a problem talking to me and telling me what's wrong." Ben promised.

"Thanks Bean we'll talk to you later." I said practically dragging Portman up the stairs.

When we reached the guest bedroom he was staying in I pushed him inside and shut the door locking it behind us. "So what now?" He asked.

"I don't know what do you want to do?" I answered.

"Your house you decide." Portman said walking across the room and sitting on the twin bed. The entire time I watched his butt and couldn't help but think how nice it looked.

"No you're the guest you decide, I insist." I said walking toward him.

"I can't do what I want with your three brothers downstairs."

"That's just it Port they're down stairs and probably will be for the next few hours. We're upstairs in a locked bedroom which has a Tv and I do remember Ben saying that Matt said I could stay in any room, except mine and dad's he didn't say I couldn't be with you." I said.

"Well now that you put it that way…" He said standing and meeting me halfway.

He grabbed my waist and kissed me firmly. I pulled back still a bit unsure of how far he wanted to take this. "What's wrong my baby?" He asked. I shook my head. "No there's something wrong." Again I shook my head. "Hey beautiful I won't do anything you don't want to." I blushed and looked down. "Look at me you are really beautiful Mav and don't let anyone tell you any different." He said tilting my head upward making me look at him. He lowered his head so his lips were just millimeters from mine. "I told you before…" he paused and kissed me. "…you are incredibly beautiful…" another kiss "…and I won't hurt you..." kiss "…I promise." He sealed the deal with a kiss and started massaging my lips with his. He licked my bottom lip begging for permission. I let him in as his hands slipped under my shirt. My hands worked their way up his strong biceps to behind his neck. His hands slid up farther and I felt him rubbing my spine. I was massaging his neck and he moaned. Once his hands reached my bra strap and he started messing with it, I pulled back quickly. His hands dropped to my waist faster than the blink of an eye.

"Whoa just a little to fast for me. Slow down Portman."

"I'm sorry; it's just that you won't tell me your limits so I have to test them." He explained moving his hand to my neck and running it up and down the weak spot. I tried pushing it away but he just wouldn't stop.

"Portman stop." I ordered trying to hold back laughter.

"No." He said softly slowing his speed.

"Stop it tickles."

"More of a reason to do it." He answered.

Now I normally don't dominate the relationship because it ruins the guy's rep and all, but he needed to get knocked off his high horse a bit and put in a situation where he wasn't in control. I grabbed his hand and put my thumb in the palm of his hand and pushed. If you've never had your wrist bent backwards like that well trust me it hurts after a certain point. "Alright I'll stop but let go you're hurting me." He said trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. I released him and he let go of me. Then he started brooding over it. My eyebrows arched so far up I thought I had lost them. He shook it off and put his arms around my waist. "Will you tell me what I can do below the waist?" He asked. I looked at him with a 'what do you think look'. "I'll take that as a no, so I'll just have to test them but please don't hurt me if I'm bothering you just tell me to stop ok?" I nodded and he pulled my hips against his. Then with a gentle kiss his hands started wondering again. This time they went below my waist. I didn't have any problems until he started pushing me backward. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap. Then his hand wandered to my thigh while his lips pressed against mine and his tongue explored my mouth. His hand started moving over the top of my thigh and inward but I stopped him.

"Top and outside only I don't know you well enough to go any farther." I said pulling out of the kiss. I leaned against his strong chest and caught my breath.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. I just nodded. He kissed me gently and then pulled his sweatshirt off. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." I answered not looking up.

"Something else besides this?"

"Mm-hmm." I mumbled.

"Why don't you call me Dean?" He asked.

"Well because when we were introduced I was told everyone called you Portman." I answered looking up at him.

"Oh well…"

"But I can call you Dean if you want me too." I said.

"Please?" He asked.

"Alright Dean." I said. "I like that name. It makes you sound like you have a soft side. Portman makes you seem like you're just this big, tough, thick headed enforcer, but Dean makes you seem like there's a big soft teddy bear somewhere inside of you."

"Aw man I ain't a wimp." He said.

"I know I said a soft teddy bear. Bears are strong powerful creatures but they can also have a soft side." I explained.

"Sounds nice."

"Besides you should be glad I think of you as a bear, Tex is my little Babbit."

"Babbit?"

"Yup my bad rabbit." I said. He looked at me and seemed deep in thought about something. "Don't you dare, don't even think about it. That is my nick name for him and you are in no way allowed to use it or make fun of him." I ordered.

"Alright I'll leave him alone." Dean said "Now stop talking and come here." He lay down on the bed and pulled me down on top of him.

"What?" I asked shifting so I was beside him instead.

"This." He said leaving a trail of kisses from my collar bone to my jaw. "I don't want break to end." He said then kissed my lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth and started exploring again but left his hands where they lay, one on my side the other holding him up. This time he moved his free hand and started rubbing small circles on my stomach. I moaned into his mouth and he ran his hand up a bit. He broke the kiss and moved his kisses down my jaw to my neck where he started sucking and occasionally nipping. Until he heard some one pounding on the door.

"Elizabeth Rebecca Jacobs open this door right now or you won't be allowed within ten feet of him." Matt hollered. I gulped and pushed Dean off of me. I stood up and walked to the door rubbing the part of my neck he had just been sucking on.

I pulled it open and looked up at him. "Something I can help you with Matt?" I asked still rubbing my neck.

"Um yeah wait why are you rubbing your neck, something wrong with it?" He asked.

"No, nothing." I stopped rubbing my neck but kept my hand on it. "Now what do you want?"

"What are you two up too?" He asked.

"Um nothing just spending time with my boyfriend, getting to know each other and that kind of stuff."

"You mean making out and doing it?" Matt accused.

"Well making out yes, doing it no." I spat back.

"Um well ok." Matt said a bit stunned.

"I don't have to lie to you Matt as long as I've known you, I've known that you will approve of me know matter what. Well that and the fact that you're my brother and not my father." I said simply.

"What…never mind just be careful and if you must, use protection." Matt said turning around.

I grabbed his arm and he faced me again. "Matt we weren't even thinking about that. Well I wasn't any way I just don't think it's right to do that now. Besides I don't want to end up like Mom, not that that is a bad thing, but 5 kids at 28 isn't what I want." I told him.

"I'm glad to hear that Becca, but you know I'm just trying to look out for you." Matt said. I hugged him let him walk away. I shut the door and realized he was just having a hard time deciding how to handle a teenage girl and didn't know what dad let me do and what he didn't let me do. I sighed and shut the door.

"Don't you ever think about calling me Becca or Fire-arm, only Matt and Chris, respectively, can use those nicknames and if you do I will pound you into the ground."

"Ok." He answered checking me out like he did every time I stood in front of him. "Wait a minute did your oldest most protective brother just give us permission to…"

"Yes but like I told him I ain't ready for that, and I don't want to be like my mom." I said looking into his eyes. I walked back to my bed and sat down with my head in my hands.

"Baby what's wrong?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, well I guess I do. It's just weird."

"What's weird?"

"My relationship with Matt, I love him and I know he loves me, he told me that but I guess it's kinda weird that we have to get used to each other again."

"I understand." He said looking at his bedspread.

"Something wrong?" I asked looking up at him. He seemed disappointed.

"Not really."

"Is this killing the mood?" I asked. He nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry." I turned the Tv on to on of my favorite movies and lay down on the bed. He looked over his shoulder and then back at me.

"I love this movie." He said flipping on his back and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I laid my head on his chest and got comfortable. About three hours later the clock read 11 pm and his heartbeat was lulling me to sleep. I picked up the remote and set the sleep timer to thirty minutes and let Port…damn it Dean's heartbeat and soft strokes, he had started stroking my hair, put me to sleep. Wish I had thought to change first but I got over it.

The rest of the week I spent watching the guys play hockey with some pointers from Matt, and re-bonding with my brothers. Nights were spent sleeping in Dean's arms or by his side. Aside from my nights with Dwayne three years ago it was the best sleep I ever got. Friday morning about 7:30, Christmas Eve, rolled around and Matt called me upstairs.

"Teddy bear now I know we haven't exactly been getting along for the past week but I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and say I'm sorry for what I did and I hope this will make up for getting off on the wrong foot with you." Matt said standing in front of my closed door. Someone came up behind me and covered my eyes with their hands. "Ok just relax and walk forward until I tell you to stop." So I did and when I stopped I heard Chris's voice in my ear.

"We've been working all week on this but it was mainly Matt's idea." Chris said and then moved his hands from my eyes to my shoulders. When he did my jaw dropped, had it been a cartoon my jaw would have been on the floor. My room had been completely redone. Instead of the Barbie doll pink the room was decked out in 3 different shades of blue. Three of the walls had been painted with murals of wild horses running into the sunset on the far wall. The desk had been painted a medium shade of blue and the carpet was a deep navy blue which matched the comforter on the bed. The canopy over the bed had been transformed from a light, lacy pink to a light sky blue that matched the sheets. The wall with the door and the walk-in closet had been painted the same color as the desk but was barely seeable under all the sports pictures, posters, newspaper clippings of Team U.S.A. and my games and stuff, my pee-wee hockey jersey, I wondered where that had gone, Chris's old glove, and pictures of my friends and family.

Charlie was standing there filming my reaction. "Wow this is…it's…amazing."

"I do believe you've made her speechless Matt." Ben said from behind me.

"Where's Matt?" I whispered to Chris. He turned me around to face the door and Matt who was just outside of it. He looked about ready to bolt. "Mattie?" I asked quietly. He looked at me then back at the floor.

"You hate it don't you? I knew you would." He mumbled.

"Hate it Matthew Anthony Jacobs how in the world could you think that?" I asked walking towards him.

"I don't know, I just thought…"

"If you were thinking you wouldn't have thought that." I said wrapping my arms around his torso. "Matt I love it. It's the best thing you've ever done for me, except for coming back into my life. I just can't thank you enough." I said.

"You really think that?" He asked putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Yes, Matt it's amazing. Actually it's better than that I just don't have a big enough vocabulary to describe it. It's better than I've ever dreamed anything could ever be well except the one about the Mustang but we can't go into that one right now." Matt smiled and hugged me for the first time in 5 years.

"Yeah I guess it was mainly my idea but I would be absolutely no where without the help of Chris, Ben, and Fulton, oh and of course Charlie." Matt said letting go. I let go of him and hugged Ben who was next to my desk, then Chris, then Charlie making him almost drop the camera.

"Guys where's Fulton and Dean?"

"They had to go out for a bit but they said they'd be back." Ben answered.

"Guys I seriously can't thank you enough for all of this." I said.

"Merry Christmas Becca." Matt said as they walked out the door.

So wasn't that really nice of her brothers anyway tune in next time.