A/N: Hi everyone! My first story for the Mighty Ducks fandom. I spent a while reading some and felt compelled to write my own, so here it is! I love the 3 films, they are all truly brilliant. This story is set after D2 during the summer before they meet up with Luis, Russ, Julie, Ken, Dean and Dwayne again to go to Eden Hall. I also decided just to introduce Wayne Gretzky into it, only for a little bit though. Just friendship between Charlie and Adam. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm do not own any of the characters or the Mighty Ducks series.

Sunday mornings were Adam's favourite. They always had been since he'd left the Hawks. Before, he would have to drag his body out of bed at 5AM for a gruelling 2 hour practice, endure a freezing 15 minutes waiting for a shower then feel his body go numb as the hot water cascaded down his frozen limbs. But that was then.

Now that he was with the Ducks, Adam could lie in until 9AM, long enough to feel the sun's rays beating down on him through his bedroom blinds, enjoy a shower in the luxurious warmth of his own house then get suited and booted for a morning of street hockey with some of his closest friends. This particular morning just felt like any other. But the events of the day ahead were to be rather different. Adam awoke, the glorious sunshine teasing him out of his bed and towards the window. Opening his blinds, Adam was pleased with what he saw. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud interrupting the clear sky, the grass a luscious green, the birds cheerfully singing their morning songs. Adam savoured the feeling he woke up with these mornings, one of happiness and contentment, a stark contrast to the feelings of depression and unhappiness he would wake up with before Hawk practice. Adam stepped out of his bedroom and tentatively crept towards the bathroom, trying, in vain, not to make too much noise as to waken his older brother, Roy, who was so grouchy in the mornings! Adam reached the bathroom and gently closed the door behind him, pulling the latch over and locking himself in. He reached into the shower cubicle and turned it on, full blast. As he stretched up for a towel off the top shelf, Adam caught sight of himself in the mirror. He hadn't properly looked in the mirror since his Hawk days, when appearance seemed to count for a lot. Now, with Charlie and the Ducks, the thing that was most important with them was having fun. Adam prepared for his shower, setting out the bathmat and a towel for when he was finished. He stepped into the steamy cubicle, sighing as the warm water flooded down around him. These were the best moments, when he was alone, no one rushing him or telling him to get things done. Just himself.

Charlie stood at the door to the Banks' house, feeling slightly intimidated by the huge structure looming in front of him. Yeah, he'd been there many a time, but the large building was still frightening when you're used to a small apartment like Charlie. He pressed the doorbell, listening to the short tune that played inside the house. Upon hearing footsteps thundering down the stairs, Charlie took a step back,

"3-2-1-"

"Sorry!" Adam gasped, bursting out of the front door. Charlie laughed as he gave his best friend a manly hug,

"No problem, Adam. I've got the countdown perfect now." Adam laughed as he remembered that Charlie would try and anticipate the exact moment that Adam would come racing out of the door. Adam grabbed his hockey bag from the front step and pointed towards the road,

"Shall we get going?" Charlie nodded and led the way down to the tarmac basketball courts where they played hockey with balls and rusty old barrels.

"Have we got the whole team this morning?" Adam asked, lengthening his stride to keep up with his friend. Charlie nodded,

"Yep, all 8 original Ducks. You, me, Goldie, Averman, Guy, Connie, Jesse and Fulton."

"I'm so glad that I'm on the same team as Fulton. He'd beat the living daylights out of me if I were still a Hawk." Adam replied, thinking of the time that Fulton had shoved him, Larson and McGill into the garbage for teasing some of the Ducks.

"Yeah, I think everyone's just that little bit wary of him and his short temper." Charlie pushed his hockey bag further up on his shoulder as they rounded the corner at the top of Adam's street.

"I'd be more afraid if he had Dean with him this summer."

"Fortunately for us, they had to go home for 2 months. We won't be seeing the Bash Brothers again for a while!" Adam laughed as they came to the gates of the court. The were the first two to arrive, and Charlie took this to his advantage. Crouching down to pull on his skates, Charlie gave a small smile,

"How about a one on one game, eh?" Charlie asked, pulling on his helmet. Adam grinned as he prepared for battle,

"You're on, Conway."

"Let's go, Banksie."

Adam and Charlie had been playing for almost half an hour, when their game was interrupted by a tall, athletic looking man with tanned skin and sunglasses.

"Sorry, we're, erm, just having a bit of fun waiting for our friends to arrive." Charlie stammered, slightly nervous. The man pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and smiled at Charlie,

"I know that, son. I'm not here to pick a fight, I'm just here to propose a little offer to your friend here." Adam stared at the man, slack-jawed as he took the strong hand outstretched towards him,

"Wayne Gretzky, I believe that you are Adam Banks, yes?" Adam nodded, hardly able to speak. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlie, looking just as shocked as he felt.

"You played outstandingly in the Junior Goodwill Games last month, and I've come here to ask you something. I'm searching for the top hockey players from the USA and Canada to compete in the World Hockey Championships, and I want you, Adam, to be on the team." Adam looked shocked. Would this mean leaving everything behind? Minneapolis, which he'd grown to love? The Ducks?

"Well, I'd have to think about it, and talk to my father of course-"

"I've already spoken to him. He gave his consent, yours too. I'll expect to see you ready at the airport tomorrow morning." Gretzky turned to leave, pulling his sunglasses back down over his eyes. Adam stepped forward,

"But, what about all of my friends?"

"Adam, you have to start making sacrifices. You'll make lots of new friends during the championship." Adam turned to Charlie, who looked stricken. Was he prepared to leave all of his friends and family, for ice hockey? Charlie dropped his stick and stumbled towards his friend,

"Don't leave, Adam. The Ducks need you. We all need you, Guy, Jesse, Averman, me, all of us." Adam pulled his helmet off as he embraced his closest friend. When he was younger, all he'd wanted was an offer like the one Gretzky had just proposed. But now, well, Adam didn't want that any more. He was quite happy playing hockey with the Ducks. He didn't want to be part of an international team. He wanted the Ducks.

"Don't worry, Charlie. I'm going nowhere. The only person that's going somewhere here is you, and you're going down!" Charlie laughed as he pulled away and grabbed his stick,

"Ooh, you are on, Banks!"

Did you enjoy it? I hope the ending was okay. I was torn between this ending or writing one involving the rest of the team in Adam's dilema, but decided to go with the more lighthearted approach. Thanks for taking the time to read! Constructive critisism welcome! :)

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