Okay, this is a story about a "what-if". To my knowledge, it's never been done before. It's centered on Charlie but the other Ducks will have relatively big role in it too. It's just mainly Charlie. I know this is a REALLY short chapter; I just wanna know what you guys think...give me feedback! Positive if possible...lol...

-Chapter 1-

Charlie Conway sat at the counter, eating a chocolate donut. He had decided to stop by the diner before heading to practice. He still had awhile and he didn't want to play on an empty stomach.

Popping the last bite of the donut in his mouth, he stood up, licking his fingers.

"Charlie, use a napkin!" Casey Conway called from behind the counter, placing her hands on her apron-adorned hips.

Charlie turned to her with a wide grin. "But mom! That would ruin the fun!"

She smiled and rolled her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, that boy refused to conform to her "silly ways" that she liked to call "manners".

Casey just gave him a smile and sighed as she picked up a cup of coffee to give to a customer.

Just as Charlie was about to leave, a man walked in the diner. As Charlie was about to leave, the man said his name.

"Charlie? Is that you?"

Charlie looked at the man, a perplexed looked rushing over his features. "Excuse me?"

"Charlie?" the man asked, obviously startled to see the boy. He had dark brown hair and steely blue eyes.

"Yeah?" the teenage boy asked, slightly freaked out. How did this man know his name? He didn't LOOK familiar...

"Charlie Conway?" the man said for the third time.

Charlie was getting annoyed at this point. Yeah, he got the point. His name was Charlie Conway. He knew that already. "Yeah, I'm Charlie Conway. Now that we have that out of the way, who are you?" he said sarcastically. He didn't mean to be rude, this guy was just really bugging him. He had hockey practice to get to!

"I can't believe I found you. After all this time...mind if I talk to you?" the man said. He had a thin face and was a little taller than Charlie but not as well built.

"Can't, I have hockey practice. And my mom doesn't let me talk to strangers." He said, with a snide look. This guy was obnoxious. Since when did complete strangers come up and talk to him?

"Oh, okay." The man said, his facial expression never changing.

Charlie shivered involuntarily. This guy was REALLY creeping him out.

He pulled his backpack up higher on his shoulder and sat on a bench outside to put on his roller blades. He would really need to hurry if he was going to make it to practice on time. He finally got Coach Orion to warm up to him and let him be Captain again; he didn't want to violate that trust by being unbelievably late.

As the man walked out the door after Charlie, Casey Conway walked out from the back and muttered under his breath. "Is that...? No, there's no way..."

Charlie stood up skated in a circle one time to make sure his skates were tight enough before he began skating down the sidewalk. Speed skating in between people, he nearly knocked someone into the fountain. This reminded him of that one time Coach Bombay took them to the mall to help Fulton learn to skate when they were still in pee wees. Fulton lost control and knocked an old lady and her gifts into the fountain. It was pretty bad.

The Captain of the Mighty Ducks skidded to a stop as he arrived at his school, Eden Hall Academy.

He took off the blades and ran to the locker room as quick as he could. There were still a few of the other Ducks in there when he rushed in to get changed.

"Hey Spazway, what took you so long?" Adam Banks asked as he slipped his Ducks jersey over his gear.

"It was really freaky. I stopped by my mom's diner to get some breakfast. Then as I left, this creepy guy asked me if I was Charlie Conway. I told him I was and now he wants to talk to me. I told him I had to get to practice and I ran off. He creeped me out. He was watching me as I left."

"Whoa, whoa, you mean this guy knows who you are?" Ken asked, grabbing his hockey stick and started heading for the door.

Charlie nodded, finally starting to fully recover from the shock.

The other guys shrugged and told him they could figure it out later and to hurry out onto the ice before Orion got there.

Charlie got on his gear on put on his jersey. He decided to forget about the man. It was a big city; he would probably never see him again anyway.

Skating out of the locker room, Charlie was feeling confident again. Yeah, that freaky guy probably just had one to many drinks the night before and would never bother him again. Yeah, that was it.

With a grin on his face, Conway skated out on the ice to join his fellow Ducks. Their coach hadn't arrived yet, luckily for Charlie. They goofed off while they waited for Coach Orion to arrive. Dwayne pulled out the lasso and they skated around, trying to avoid being herded into the hockey goal.

Little did they know they were being watched...or rather, Charlie was being watched...