A/N: Just a couple of things. One, this is my first fanfic; and two, a big thank you to tplunker and Harrytoad for the feedback and proofreading! :-)
Disclaimer: I own zilch. Just borrowing for some harmless fun. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Dreams Do Come True
Just a few weeks ago, nineteen year old Jane Rizzoli was the first string goalkeeper for the U-20 U.S. women's soccer team. However, after practice one day, her coach pulled her aside and told her some life-changing news: the second-string goalkeeper for the U.S. Olympic team suffered a knee injury and wouldn't be able to compete in this year's Olympics. Though devastating for Nicole Earhart, Jane was beside herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Why are you telling me this, Coach?"
Before she got her reply, Jane hears someone with a Swedish accent behind her. "Well, I have seen you play Miss Rizzoli and you are incredible for someone your age. I simply thought that you would be a wonderful addition to my team."
Frozen to the spot and eyes widening to the size of quarters, Jane hesitantly looks. No, it can't be, can it? When she finally turns around, she is dumbfounded. It is! It's Pia freakin' Sondheim herself! She knows who I am and she's complementing me? Wait, she's talking to me?
"Huh? Oh! Um, thanks!" Smooth Rizzoli. She chastises herself.
"So, how about it? Would you like to join our team and come with us to London?"
"Yes! Of course I would! It would be an honor Ma'am. I won't let you down." Jane excitedly replies with an ear-to-ear grin.
"Great. And please, it's Pia or Coach." She says with a smile on her face and extends her hand for Jane to shake, which she quickly does. My, this girl's got a grip! "Alright, well, if you don't have any questions?" She pauses as she looks to Jane's coach, who shakes her head, and then back to Jane, another head shake. "Then I will have our manager call you later with the information you need about where to meet the rest of us for the flight."
"I look forward to it!" And with that, Pia departs, leaving Jane standing there with a childish grin on her face. "I can't believe that just happened!" She says as she turns to her coach.
"I'm proud of ya, kid." She replies, before bringing her into a jumping hug.
Now in London with only a couple weeks until their first match, Jane is still pinching herself. Of course there were instances to realize that this wasn't a dream. After all Pia Sondheim did approach her offering a position on the Olympic team, which she immediately accepted of course. Then there was the lengthy flight to London as well as the bus ride to the Village where they drove on the wrong side of the road. Or is it the correct side for them? Hell, for all I know they think we drive on the wrong side! Jane animatedly thought to herself.
But it wasn't until she was outside on their personal terrace overlooking the night sky of the city when it hit her. Wow, I'm really here. She thought calmly to herself, before…Holy Shit! This is really happening! I've finally made the team I was dreaming of ever since I was a little girl. I'm living in the Olympic freakin' Village! The Italian girl thought excitedly to herself.
"Hey R.R., think fast!" Hope called out her own personal nickname as she threw a mini soccer ball at her.
And think fast she did. In one fell swoop Jane turned and grabbed the ball with her left hand with ease. "This is so amazing!" Jane said with a grin as she turned back round to look outside, tossing the soccer back and forth between her hands.
"Yup, sure is! Alright, so Abby wants everyone to come over to her and Shannon's room so we can have a quick team bonding session. So let's get our shit put away and then we'll head over, okay?"
"Got it. On one condition though? You stop calling me Rookie Rizzoli. I know I'm the youngest, but it's getting annoying." Jane said as she re-entered the room, shutting and locking the doors behind her.
"Yeah, I'll think about it, Rookie," she says with a playful smirk. "Now let's get to it."
Three hours later, Jane and Hope are back in their room and even though they're still on US time, they get ready for bed. However, Jane is still buzzing from this whole experience and is finding it hard to sleep, despite knowing that she has as early start in the morning. Getting up to get a chair, she quietly opens the doors to the terrace and sits out there with her iPod and book for a while.
Some time later, and starting to feel the beginnings of sleep tug at her, she stands up, stretches, and takes one last look of the city. Ah, may the odds be ever in my favor! She giggles to herself, before walking back inside and collapsing on her bed.
Despite the negative connotations associated with that phrase, Jane Rizzoli will come to find out that indeed they were.
Thanks for reading! Please stay tuned for Chapter 2...