A/N: This is my first fanfic, So I hope you like what I've come up with.
Disclaimer: I own Charlotte and Pierre and few of the other non-movie characters that will appear throughout this story, other than that I own nothing.
A Twisted Fate
Chapter 1: Concern
"Germaine keep it moving you're slowing down," Coach Ted Orion bellowed from his position at centre ice as he watched his hockey team; The Eden Hall Mighty Ducks complete their laps at the end of Wednesday afternoon practice.
Guy inwardly cursed as he pushed hard and skated up to the front of the pack once more.
"Guy, are you okay?"
Guy turned to see team captain and close friend Charlie Conway, who had skated up next to him, giving a look of concern.
"I'm fine Conway."
"You don't look fine."
"I'm just a bit tired that's all, it's been a long day."
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
Before Guy had time to respond they heard the familiar shrill of Orion's whistle "Alright team, bring it in."
Within seconds the team had gathered around him kneeling on the ice. "Good practice today everyone, I'll see you all back here on Friday for our first home game of the season and make sure you all get plenty of rest." Orion instructed his players. "Alright hit the showers."
As the team rose to their feet and started skating towards the locker rooms, Coach Orion called out once again. "Germaine can I see you for a minute?"
Guy slowly turned around and skated back over to where Orion was standing earning himself a few looks from his teammates in the process. "What's up Coach?"
"Guy, are you feeling alright?"
"Fine, why?"
"I've just been noticing over the past couple of practices, you've been a little sluggish."
Guy had felt this coming. It was true over the past week or so he hadn't felt like himself, he was constantly feeling tired and worn out and lately his concentration had been waning slightly. A trait thankfully none of his teachers had noticed. But obviously Orion and some of his teammates did.
"I've just been a little tired lately, nothing an early night and good sleep won't fix," Guy replied, trying to pass it off as no big deal.
Orion looked unconvinced. "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
"Okay, well make sure you go home and have plenty of rest, I need you at full fitness for the game on Friday."
"I will thanks coach. Is that all?"
"Yes for now, off you go."
Guy nodded and skated off towards the locker rooms. Orion watched closely as his player made his way off the ice, making a mental note to observe him closely.
Guy had also been the topic of conversation in the locker room.
"What do ya reckon Orion wanted to talk to Guy about?" Russ Tyler asked out loud to the rest of his teammates. "I mean Guy never gets called out over anything."
Everyone nodded at that. Guy was such a consistent player and a constantly good player at that. He rarely got chatted at all. So it was definitely out of the ordinary.
"Come on guys I'm sure is nothing," Connie Moreau, Guy's long time girlfriend and even longer best friend spoke up suddenly, although she didn't look convinced and she could tell by the look on Charlie's face he felt the same way she did.
Before anyone one else could say anything the locker door reopened and Guy walked through and took up his position in between Connie and Luis Mendoza.
"Hey man, everything alright," Fulton Reed called out from the other end of the locker room.
"Yeah dude, you never get called out over anything," Dean Portman added.
"Everything's fine, Orion was just checking up on me that's all." Guy replied hoping like hell that it sounded convincing.
It seemed to have the desired effect as everyone went back to changing out of their hockey gear, ready to head out, either home of back to the dorms, whichever the case may be.
On his way out Connie took his hand and pulled him aside, her faced etched with worry, "Guy are you really okay?"
He smiled, that's why he loved her so much always thinking of others over herself, "I promise Cons I'm fine, like I told Orion nothing a good night's sleep won't fix."
"So that's what Orion wanted, to see if you were okay."
"Yeah."
"Look, I'm sorry for the inquisition, I just care about you too much. I don't want anything to happen to you," she confessed.
Guy took her by the hands and kissed her on the lips, making her giggle slightly, "I promise nothing is going to happen to me, I love you Connie Moreau."
"I love you too Guy Germaine."
Charlotte Germaine busied herself in the kitchen when she heard the familiar click of the front door; she smiled to herself knowing full well who it was.
"Hello my gorgeous wife," Pierre Germaine greeted her with his French-Canadian accent; which she loved so much. He entered the kitchen promptly wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Hello yourself," she smiled as she turned around to face her husband. "How was work?"
"It was good," Pierre replied. "However the best part of the day is coming home to you."
"Is that so," Charlotte smirked before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him, neither hearing front door open and click shut once more.
"Ergh, please no child ever wants to see their parents making out," Guy rolled his eyes as he entered into the kitchen catching his parents mid embrace as he threw his stuff down on the kitchen table and slumped into one of the chairs.
"Well hello to you to Guy," Charlotte replied jokingly, breaking out of her husband's arms and turning to face her son, her brow creasing slightly when she saw him. "Rough day, honey."
"No just tired, between school and hockey, it's been a long day."
"Are you sure you're okay," Pierre questioned observing his son.
"Yes dad I'm fine," Guy replied slightly annoyed over how many times he was getting asked if he was alright. "Actually, I might go and lie down for a while."
"Okay dinner won't be ready for at least another hour or so I'll give you a shout when it's ready," Charlotte replied.
"Thanks mum," Guy said standing up and his grabbing stuff, looking over at his parents he had to chuckle slightly at the look they were giving him.
"What's so funny?"
"You two make a good pair."
"Oh yeah how's that."
"You both worry way too much," Guy replied cheekily.
Charlotte and Pierre shared an amused look. "We're your parents; it's our job to worry."
"Guy dinner," Charlotte called from outside her son's bedroom door, no answer. "Guy," she tried again, still no answer.
Quietly she opened her son's door; Guy was fast asleep on his bed. He didn't even stir when she placed a hand on his forehead. Charlotte made the decision to let him sleep; after all he really looked like he needed it.
"Wow he's really exhausted," Charlotte said as she re-entered the kitchen and sat at the table with her husband.
"Really, we'll let him sleep then, if he wants dinner later we can just re-heat it. Hope he's not coming down with something, especially right at the start of hockey season."
A couple of hours later Guy sleepily wandered into the kitchen where is parents were washing up the dinner dishes.
"Hey sleepyhead," Charlotte greeted him.
"How are you feeling," Pierre asked.
"Yeah good, still a bit tired though, how long did I sleep for?"
"Over a couple of hours," his father replied. "We've kept a plate of dinner for you, if you're hungry."
"Not very actually, but thanks anyway, I might just have a shower and an early night."
"Okay, oh by the way, something we forgot to tell you earlier," Charlotte suddenly remembered
"What?"
"Your father and I are both coming to the game on Friday."
"You serious?"
"We are." Charlotte could tell by the look on Guy's face that he was excited at the prospect of both his parents coming to watch him play.
"So I take it you're happy," his father asked him.
"Extremely, it'll be great to have you both there; I know it's hard for you guys to get time off work"
"Hey we wouldn't miss it for the world; we're both extremely proud of what you've accomplished."
Guy smiled. "Thanks Mum, alright I'm off to bed"
"Goodnight honey."
"Night mum," Guy replied walking over and kissing her cheek.
"Goodnight son."
"Night dad."
Charlotte watched her son leave the kitchen and head towards the bathroom, her mother's intuition telling her something was wrong.
To Be Continued…
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