|A Retelling: Fulton's Story
Author: Reader128 PM
Like the title suggests, this is Fulton's story from the moment he is asked to join the team to the night after the final game in D3. It goes through all 3 movies and contains major spoilers for those who haven't seen it. Fulton is 12 when it starts and 15 near the end. It is in first person POV. We don't know that much about him, so this is my version. Insanely short chapters.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Angst - D. Portman & Fulton R. - Chapters: 31 - Words: 21,769 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 03-18-13 - Published: 03-17-13 - Status: Complete - id: 9111406
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A.N: Hello! I just want to say that I do not have a beta for this, and so there will probably be grammar errors. I am sorry about them, please review so that I may correct them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks movies, the characters (except those I made up), the locations, or the actors (who are all older than me… which made me a little sad).
Please read, enjoy, and review.
Chapter 1: A Beginning
"Look, it was an accident, alright?"
"Nevermind the window, where'd you learn to shoot like that?" Coach Gordon Bombay asked, looking at Fulton Reed.
"I didn't learn, I just do it," Fulton answered, wondering where this was going.
"Do it again," Bombay stated, smirking.
Fulton lined up his shot and hit the puck, hard. The puck missed the suitcase/goal and knocked out another window on Bombay's van, making Fulton flinch slightly.
"Well, you're great at breaking windows," Bombay said, stunned, "but do you ever hit the goal?"
"Yeah... well, one out of five," Fulton answered, shrugging.
"Fulton, is it true what they say? About the scholarships and how they won't let you play hockey?"
"People talk. It don't mean nothing."
"Why don't you play for us?"
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I mean I can't."
"No, I mean really can't, you moron. I don't know how to skate!" Fulton said angrily, slamming the puck into the suitcase and knocking it down.
"Woah! Is that all that's stopping you?"
That was the first time I met Coach face-to-face. I had seen him at games, practices, and even at the skate shop, but we'd never actually been introduced. At first, he just seemed like a jerk, then he seemed like a cheating jerk when he tried to teach the team how to take dives (yeah, I knew about that… it was fairly obvious), but I guess that stage was over if he's actually looking for players and talent. I know that you're thinking that I'm just a dumb kid, but you couldn't be further from the truth. No, I don't get good grades in school, but it's not because I don't understand the work... it's because I'm never there to do the work. My teachers never believe my side of the story when I get caught fighting, so I'm suspended a lot, and the fact that my dad is a drunk doesn't help any. Between them, I'm out of school so much I'm amazed that the truant officer or social services haven't been to my house. Because of my dad, I don't know how to interact with people, which means I'm always getting into fights (he's not exactly the greatest role model). I don't know how to skate because he won't buy me skates... or anything else I want. I only get somewhat good clothes so that Social Services aren't called. They would have a field day with my house... not that it really matters. No one cares about whether or not I have a good home life. They just see the freakishly tall twelve-year-old in camo pants, an old army jacket, and a bandana. But Coach saw something that day. He bought me skates and taught me how to use them. The team taught me how to interact with people, which meant I was in fewer fights. The practices and games (and after parties/pizza if we do well) meant that I was rarely ever at home, which kept me away from my dad for long periods of time. These things combined meant that my attendance record improved drastically, which meant that I could actually do my homework and turn it in, but did the teachers care? No, they just glared at me like I was filth. I think they liked keeping me out of school or at least out of their classrooms… I don't think they even look over my work anymore. Coach was the only adult that didn't seem to think like that… other than Hans and Jan at the skate shop of course.
When he told us that we were going to be the Ducks, I was the first to agree with the name. I just wanted to be part of something. I don't think the others realized how bad I wanted this to work. They were all I had, my only friends. Charlie was the only one who even came close to understanding, but he at least had his mom. Mine left us when I was three or four. I don't really remember and don't really care anymore. Hockey just let me be, and that's all that ever mattered.