For his entire life…well, Nick Possible had known exactly who he was. He was Nick Possible, youngest of four so he was quite literally the bottom of the totem pole. He had three older sisters but had sure learned early on to hold his own against them. To put it mildly, he had one Mom who could hurl flaming plasma…and another who saved the world on a regular basis…not to mention hurling his pee wee hockey coach across the ice when he told the "little missy" to get back in the bleachers. Growing up, he'd had a nanny who HAD to be a blood relative of Wyatt Earp or Wild Bill Hickok and she had taught him how to handle a firearm since he was old enough to walk…and had KEPT teaching him until he could field strip Abby's Heckler & Koch side arms blind folded. When you got down to it, he had a pretty spankin family to borrow one of his Mom's nonsensical words.

For as long as he could remember, he'd been brought up a proud member of the Episcopal Church. He'd grown up listening to Father Mitch and then Father Harry preach about the grace of God and his plan, listening to the sermons and always wondering just exactly what God's plan for him was. Thankfully, as he'd learned just a week ago, that plan involved a full ride hockey scholarship to play for the Michigan State University Spartans along with his cousin Brady O'Sullivan. They BOTH got to go to and play for the same school! Together, Nick and Brady were the best left and right wings in the Western Pennsylvania Co-Op League; and in the CCHA? Nick had never been so excited in his life.

Fresh from an afternoon of shooting pucks at the Middleton Ice Rink, Nick pulled is beloved 1970 Chevy Malibu up next to Momma's 2012 Ford Mustang. Oh, the Malibu had been the greatest present his parents ever got him! The day he'd past his road test, Momma drove up in a tow-truck, hauling a broken down old wreck. But four months later of work that consisted of he and Momma obtaining and installing every part, Nick Possible was the proud owner of one of the best muscle cars ever made. Mom had requested that he cut his practice session short. Apparently Mom and Momma had something they wanted to discuss with him.

"How was your skate sweetie?" Mom asked as Nick entered the kitchen, making a bee line for the fridge.

"Pretty good I guess," Jackpot; Nick managed to score the last of the Blood Orange Soda. "I…I just can't WAIT to get to East Lansing!"

"And we can't wait to get you there," A very familiar voice called from the living room.

Wha…Zoe was here! Nick's duffle bag and stick clattered to the floor, his glass dropped on the table as he hopped over the couch to embrace his big sis. Pulling his sister into a bear hug, Nick lifted her off the ground. Hey…when you were the youngest of four, you had to show off when you could. Putting her back down on the carpet, he endured a kiss on the cheek, an all too common result of three sisters.

"I am SO proud of you little brother," She smiled, taking a seat next to him on the couch. Zoe had graduated from Middleton University with a degree in Physical Therapy and almost immediately after graduating, found a job with the Michigan State University Athletic Department. While Momma had been infinitely proud of her baby boy's accomplishment, the idea of her son moving hours away had terrified her. The offers from the University of North Dakota and Minnesota had both reduced Momma to tears, forcing her to run weeping to her and Mom's room. When the offer from Michigan State came through, it had seemed like the perfect compromise. Momma was still a little iffy on Nick moving to another state, if only for the school year, but with the prospect of a big sister already established in her career there to watch out for him and as Momma saw it, "keep him safe", that seemed like the perfect compromise. "Your room's all ready and waiting for you." Nick hadn't been entirely thrilled with the prospect of essentially having his older sister as his roommate but…Hell, if Nick said no, Momma was prepared to move to Michigan so she could make sure that Nick was safe, regardless of her tenure at Middleton High School or all of the family ties here in Middleton.

Speaking of the devil herself, Momma strolled down the stairs, a steely gaze fixed directly on Nick. "SOMETHING is horribly wrong here! Someone is home and I haven't gotten a kiss yet."

Oh Brother! Nick swore that by the time he was fifty, Momma would still see him as the little five year old kid that she told bedtime stories to and who she frequently enlisted to help make cookies. Rolling his eyes and huffing to his feet, Nick jogged over and planted a kiss on Momma's cheek. Thank God Momma had had the decency not to do that around the guys. Brady had absolutely no room to talk with the way Aunt Abby babied and guilt tripped him into all kinds of maternal nonsense.

"That's Momma's good boy," She replied, mussing up his blonde locks. "Did you have fun?"

"Ha…yes Momma. I had fun practicing," Nick laughed, returning to his seat next to Zoe.

"Well I hope my little hockey star is hungry," Momma headed straight for the kitchen. "We're having your favorite, homemade chicken nuggets."

Everything was forgiven! All of Momma's quirks and smothering were INSTANTLY forgiven with Momma's cooking. Momma was without a doubt the best cook in the known world. And when the cooking was chicken nuggets? Argh…Momma's chicken nuggets were the eighth wonder of the word. Praise the Lord and Hallelujah; he was going to eat well tonight.

"Let's hope you don't end up wearing more than you eat," Mom chuckled, forcing the color to go to Nick's cheeks. She was never going to let him live that down, and when he didn't even remember it. They were having dinner with Aunt Betty and Nick had gone completely nuclear on the food Mom offered him.

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Their son had the potential to live his dream, to maybe one day play for the NHL if Tom Anastos was to be believed…but when the scholarship offers had started pouring in, Nick's ambitions had become a Pandora's Box. Kim and Shego Possible really didn't fight all that often but this had been a big one. Ever since they brought him home, Kim loved how Shego had utterly doted on their Nicky…and if anything she'd doted on the girls even more than before. Nicky…Nicky truly WAS the finishing touch. He was the final piece of the puzzle that made their family utterly perfect. And in that perfection, Shego had spent the last 18 years keeping Nicholas from his past in the hopes of protecting him. But God willing, if Anastos was to be believed and Nicky really DID have the potential to play in the NHL…Kim knew that there wasn't going to be any hiding it much longer; if Nicky heard it from anyone but them, he'd never forgive Kim, Shego, or anyone who he considered to be a family member.

"Eme…we've GOT to tell him."

In over thirty years of marriage, Kim had seen the full gambit of emotions play across her wife's face; but this? Shego had been cleaning that same plate since Kim had brought up the subject, much longer and the paint would come off. Shego…Shego genuinely looked terrified.

"Kimmie…but…but what if he…I…I failed to…"

"Shego Possible, don't you dare blame yourself for that awful tragedy, for what happened to Elsa! And the idea that it would change how Nicky feels about you? He LOVES you with all his heart," Kim sidled up to her wife and wrapped her arms around her waist. "He'd never admit it and he'd kill me for telling you, but you're his hero. I see the way you two are…EVERYBODY sees the way you two are and you are just two peas in a pod. Trust him Eme; I promise that he will surprise you."

The wheels in her wife's head were turning. Heaving a great sigh, Shego returned the plate to the sink and turned towards the stairs, seeing Zoe coming down.

"Almighty God, you have blessed us with our children. Give us calm strength and patient wisdom as we bring them up, that we may teach them to love whatever is just and true and good," Shego breathed, grasping the small silver cross she wore around her neck. "Zoe…could you bring Nicky down here please?"

"Uh…what's up?" Nick asked as he descended the stairs and took a seat between his mothers on the couch.

"Nicky…we've…we've got something that we need to discuss with you," Kim answered, putting a calming hand on her son's knee. "It's…about your birth mother."

Though it hadn't exactly been smooth, the family had gotten past the fact that Nick had been adopted. He'd grown up with three sisters and the only two parents he'd ever known. But the sex talk and Freshman Health class had been clear enough. It was scientifically and genetically impossible for Nick to have come from his parents. But…he'd been reading a book at the time with a quote that, with a little help from Father Harry, had helped guide him through. "If someone has the raising of a child, than that child is theirs…and NONE can say different." Kim and Shego Possible were Nick's parents, had been the ones who raised him, and that was all that he needed to know. But Nick's birth mother…that had always been a hazy subject. He knew that she'd died but…Momma in particular seemed almost afraid to say anything more.

"What…what…"

"Do you remember the story we told you about Gracie and I getting stuck in a video game world?"

"Uhhhh…yeah," Nick answered, grateful to have something familiar to latch onto. "That…that was my favorite bedtime story for years."

"Well," Kim glanced over at Shego, praying to God to give her wife the strength to get through this night. "It was during that whole experience that you first came into our lives."

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So…that was it. That was the story. While Mom and Gracie were trapped in a series of video games, the stories of which had delighted Nick for years, Momma was tracking down the one responsible. Piece by piece, Momma and Uncle Ron had tracked down the party responsible and…completely by chance…God guided Momma to a poor woman trying to protect her baby from an abusive father. Momma…oh God bless her…she took the woman into her care. But through it all, she'd died in Momma's arms, when the bastard that abused her had pulled a gun on her and fired. Nick…Nick's head was spinning. He had a thousand different thoughts in his head, all trying to pull him in a thousand different directions at once.

"Nicky; sweetie? Are you okay?"

Momma's voice cut like a knife through all of the chaos in his head and pulled his attention to her. She…tears were flowing down her eyes like a river. Nick had seen Momma scared or seen her cry. Most of the time it was when one of the family was in danger or they lost contact with them on a mission. But…this looked like sorrow…and almost self-hatred. She…she didn't…did Momma…blame herself? That single thought felt like a knife to the heart.

"Momma…I…" The floodgates shattered and Nick pulled her into a hug, pouring every bit of love and devotion that he could into the embrace. "I love you. I love you so much Momma."

Nick cradled the woman who nursed him when he was sick, who bandaged him up, and let the tears fall freely into his tee shirt.

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"This is it Mick, for all the marbles."

"Absolutely Kenny; this is the stuff that dreams are made of, the game tied at 2 with thirty seconds to go. And the winner will be the National Champion!"

MSU had taken a timeout, attempting to achieve a plan of attack. They'd managed to tie the game just a few moments ago and the momentum was with them. They had it in them! They could win this game…and make the Spartans the National Champions for the first time since 2007. And as luck would have it, Nick was being placed on the line. All of his dreams…all of his work had been leading towards this. He and Brady had fought and clawed their way to positions on the first line and this was the end result. And out there somewhere, Nick knew that Mom, Momma…Hell, EVERYBODY was up in the stands.

"Anastos has GOT to go with Nick Possible. I've never seen such a young player skate and play with such force."

"Well of course he does," The camera shifted to a shot of the family in attendance. "Supporting Nick Possible from the stands are his mothers Kim and Shego Possible, and older sisters Grace and Emily. With all that greatness packed into one family? This kid was destined for greatness the moment his parents brought him home!"

"Gentlemen…this is your destiny," Coach Anastos breathed, attempting to get the team's energy up for one last rush. "You PUSH them! Push them and DON'T give them an inch. Now hands in!" All players reached their gloved hands in. "SPARTANS…PREPARE FOR GLORY!"

The team threw their hands into the air and six skaters circled to the center ice, circling up. Six pairs of eyes stared at their fellow teammates. Steve was the first to break the silence. "Alright guys; we've got sixty seconds. Sixty seconds…for the rest of our lives. I will break my arm, I will break my leg, I will break my NECK; but I won't let ONE puck get past me! Now…sticks in," Nick thrust his stick in with the rest. "SPARTANS…WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?"

"WAR!" Five voices rang out and thrust their sticks into the air.

Nick skated towards his position on the left. He glanced into the stands…and there they were! Even in the stands, he could lock eyes with Mom and Momma. Giving them a salute, he took his position against number 55 and zeroed in on the faceoff. At that moment, despite the roaring crowd, the entire arena seemed to become as silent as the grave. There was nothing but the faceoff. The ref reached the puck out…AND THE PUCK WAS DROPPED! The puck shot out behind and was immediately scooped up by Benny who settled it down behind the net. Nick had to get clear, had to get open. He juked and jived around his tail and anyone else who was in his way. Seeing an opening, Benny fired the puck over to Brady. THIS WAS IT! Brady locked eyes with Nick and the puck sailed up the rink, easily being cradled by Nick's stick. And he was off to the races! He deked once and was past the only defender and he was in the clear on a breakaway! Glancing up at the game clock, he could see it count down to ten. He could do this…he WOULD do this! Entering Maine's zone, there was only Nick and the goalie. Nick deked once…twice…and the puck was loose. Time itself seemed to slow down as the puck approached the goalie. LeFleur swung out his stick and…

HOONNNNNNNKKKKKK!

"POSSIBLE SCORES! POSSIBLE SCORES! WITH ONLY THREE SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK, NICK POSSIBLE SCORES!"

He…had Nick just…what? Nick was in a blissful fog as his teammates descended on him. Without warning, all the noise that Nick had been tuning out returned to him in a loud bang. They…they were…cheering! The puck had gone in! HE SCORED! HE HAD ACTUALLY SCORED!

"DAMMIT NICK," Brady screeched, shaking his closest friend, and embracing him. "YOU DID IT! WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS!"

Nick's legs could barely keep him under him. Brady and Jerry had wedged him between them and were carrying him to the bench. With that, the refs waived off the last three seconds and called the game. The Michigan State Spartans were the NCAA Division One Hockey champions; and the arena was utter pandemonium. The team leapt off the bench towards center ice, stopping just short of the official.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to present the NCAA Division One Hockey Trophy to the Michigan State Spartans!"

Even over the roar of the crowd, over the thunder of applause, Nick could hear their voices through it all. Lowering the trophy, and glancing towards the bench…Momma…Mom! He handed the trophy off to Cameron and skated off without a second thought.

"I'm so proud of you!" Momma screeched, wrapping her arms around him. "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" Mom was quick to follow. The three just stood there, savoring being in each other's company until Brady skated over and planted a Championship hat on his best friend's head and was immediately pulled into the embrace.

"Nick, Brady," A voice called from behind them. Mom and Momma released their two champions and the boys came face to face with…CHRIS OSGOOD! THEY WERE FACE TO FACE WITH CHRIS OSGOOD! "Nick, Brady, congratulations on a truly magnificent win. What are your thoughts?"

"We're walking on air Chris," Brady gasped. "I know my parents are watching from Mom's hospital room and I'd like to dedicate this win to her."

Th…thoughts? Man, Nick's head was still spinning. "Uhhhhh…it…its indescribable Chris. I…" Nick scrambled for something meaningful and heartfelt to say…ANYTHING suitable to say. But…there was only one thing that he could really do. And Brady…Nick could tell that Brady was prepared to do the same. Motioning the camera towards the bench, Nick pulled Momma and Brady pulled Mom into the shot. "There's…something I really want to do right now so I'll hope you'll humor me. These two women right here, both of us can safely say that these are a few of the women that helped us get here. I personally owe them so much and…I…I love you both so much!"

"Mrs. Possible, Mrs. Possible, it's an honor," Chris Osgood offered both women a handshake. "I know this is probably a silly question but are you proud of your son?"

"Indescribably Mr. Osgood; both Kim and I couldn't be prouder of our son and nephew," Momma breathed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"These two…they've sprouted before our very eyes and…" Mom leaned in and planted a kiss on Nick's cheek. "Well, great things do indeed come in small packages."

"Ladies, thank you," Chris Osgood nodded and cut off the camera. "Nick, Brady, congratulations on an excellent game."

The energy seemed to be unending. Gracie and Emily were eventually down and even more congratulations were shared out. This…this was almost exactly how Nick could've wanted this to play out. East Lansing was probably going utterly crazy but Nick's focus was here. The outside world could've been being torn to pieces for all he knew.

"Nicky, I couldn't be prouder," Momma cried. "Now…go skate with your friends. Live it up!"

Author's Notes:

I'd actually been sitting on an epilogue for Game On, kind of a little preview of how Nick might end up. Shego's become such a woman in my mind that I could see what happened to Elsa gnawing at her for years and having to come to terms with it eventually. But like all truly good families, I believed that they could overcome anything.

I freely admit that a good part of this was a little shameless plugging for my alma mater. I've been a diehard hockey and MSU fan all of my life and long for the day that the team will return to their greatness.