Title: New Season New Coach New Player?
Author: Dana
Rating: PG
Warnings: I'll list them when I get to them. First chapter light violence (Extremely light).
Summary: The Ducks have a state title to defend with or without their leading scorer.
Author's note: This takes place before D2. Obviously Bombay's too busy playing junior hockey to coach so they get a new coach. Might be AU depends on where the fic heads. Contrary to almost every MD fic I've written Jesse and Adam are not best friends in this fic. Friends but not best.
Second author's note: This is the third fic in a series that I didn't know was becoming a series! The other two fics are: School Daze and Friendship Ends.
Disclaimer: Disney and Steven Brill own the Duckies. I claim the Banks family, and Travis Stiller so far anyway.

Running Into Old Friends

"Don't forget we've got practice tonight." Jesse said as Jesse and Adam exited their school.

"Yeah I know."

"My dad's excited about coaching. Won't be the same as Bombay coaching though." Jesse said with a frown.

"Hey your dad played in high school right?"

"Yep. Third wing center."

They stopped at the corner. Adam had to turn left and Jesse had to keep going straight. "See you later Jesse." Adam said as he turned.

He caught the public bus. It wasn't that long of a ride to Edina. When he was exciting the bus, the bus driver, Kelly, said "See you tomorrow Adam."

Adam walked up the street to his house. It wasn't that far from the bus stop. He hoped his parents wouldn't be home trying to tell him that he should go back to Bell Elementary. Last year he had decided to switch schools after the fights he got in with his former best friend, Brian McGill. He wondered if McGill and the rest of the Hawks were still mad about last year. He hadn't seen much of them since he switched schools.

"A lone Duck." A voice said from behind him. Adam guessed they were still mad because he knew that it was McGill. He turned around and saw Matt King and Nick Herek with McGill. He didn't think it was any coincidence that hockey season started today. They had probably been waiting for him. If they were, McGill was smart enough to pick the two biggest members of the Hawk team.

Adam tried walking past them but that didn't seem to help. They quickly blocked his way. Giving him no other choice but to stay there. He wished the Ducks lived closer. The closest one is Guy but he's in Saint Paul not Edina. Adam tried not to look scared.

"We're going to make sure the Ducks don't make it to the playoffs this year." Brian said as he, King, and Herek circled around Adam. Now Adam was worried.

"How?" Adam realized that was a dumb question after he asked it. It was rather obvious by the way; they were looking at him what was going on. That was when he noticed Herek was hiding something behind his back. Adam wondered how far he'd get if he made a run for it.

"By taking out the star player of course." King said. Herek brought out what he'd been hiding. A bat. Shit! Adam wasn't sure if he said that aloud or to himself. But it didn't matter as he tried to make a run for it. He fell to the ground clutching at his ankle after Herek smashed it with the bat. They started kicking and stomping it. They did it several times before someone saw what was going on.

"Hey what are you doing?" A very familiar voice yelled. Adam looked up to see his fourteen-year-old sister Christina standing there with Keith Hawkinson.

Herek, King, and McGill got out of there quickly. Keith and Christina looked down at Adam. "You okay Adam?" Christina asked.

Adam tried to stand and fell back down. "Look at his ankle!" Keith said pointing at it. She looked down. Adam tried but Keith pushed him back down. "Is Jeffrey home?"

"He might be. Or Martha could drive him." Christina answered. Adam knew perfectly well, what they were talking about. But they were avoiding it. Keith picked Adam up and carried him back to the estate of the Banks. That was embarrassing for Adam. Martha had her car door open. Keith put Adam inside. Christina came out with an ice pack.

"Someone call Mr. Hall and tell him I won't be at practice." Adam said as Keith and Christina gently propped up his ankle.

"Later." Christina said. Adam didn't think any of they were paying attention.

The car was started. Adam was lying on his back on the back seat. Christina, Keith, and Martha were all squished in the front. An eternity later of having his ankle jarred by the car, which was probably only ten minutes, they arrived at the doctor's office. Well at least it wasn't the hospital. Adam thought. Keith carried him in as Martha and Christina ran ahead. Adam was put on a couch and then had to wait. His ankle was really beginning to hurt by now. He decided he'd better call Jesse and tell him what happened. "Chris you have your cell with you?"

"Yeah but Martha has it. She's calling mom and dad."

"Adam Banks?" A nurse called. Keith stood up and talked to her a second. She came over with a wheelchair. She helped Adam into it. She wheeled him into a room then helped him onto an examination table. "The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She said and left.

"What happened?" Christina finally asked.

"I was walking home and ran into McGill, King, and Herek. Herek had a bat. They said they were going to make sure the Ducks didn't even make it to the playoffs this year by taking out the star player."

"Jeez I was a Hawk once and they weren't that vicious. They cheated yes. Attack someone off the ice no."

"I know. I guess they never forgot about us beating them last year." Martha came in. "Can I use the phone?"

She started to give him the phone when a doctor came in. "Hello I'm Dr. Dylan." He said. He touched Adam's ankle and Adam hissed in pain. "Hmm. Let's get that ankle x-rayed okay Adam?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer as he helped him back into the wheelchair.

Ten minutes later they were waiting for the doctor to come back in with the x-rays. It wasn't the fastest place. Adam was going to ask for the phone again when Dr. Dylan came back in.

"Well Adam you have a hairline fracture in your ankle so I'll have to put a cast on it."

"How long will I have the cast on?"

"Six to eight weeks. Then you will have a little bit of physical therapy."

"I'll be out almost all of the hockey season!" Adam protested.

"Looks it." He said as he instructed me to roll up my pant leg. He started to wrap my ankle.

They won. Adam thought as he held back his tears. They took me out.