Title: Acceptance
Author: Elamae
Fandom: Mighty Ducks (Movies)
Pairing: Charlie/Adam
Rating: R - slash, suggestion of violence and a bit of swearing.
Summary: Not everybody is as accepting as the Ducks......
Feedback: Gods yes! Flames no. I'm a sensitive little soul....
Disclaimer: Mighty Ducks do not belong to me, Disney own them all. This story has nothing to do with Disney and the author intends no infringement of copyright.
Authors Note: This is somewhat of a sequel to my first fic 'The Anniversary', but you don't need to have read it. The beginning is set a couple of weeks later.
Hey Banksie, how was the holidays?" Adam turned to see Les Averman and Greg Goldberg walking up the path behind him.
"Hey, guys." Adam stopped to let them catch up to him. "Great. How about you?"
"Well, I spent most of it working at my parents shop." Goldberg pulled a face.
"Mine was spent working at the cinema." Averman mirrored Goldberg's expression. Both groaned dramatically. Adam grinned.
"What about you and Charlie?" Goldberg grinned and nudged Adam in the ribs. "Do anything nice for your 'special' day?"
Adam felt his cheeks flush. He wished he didn't blush so easily, but unfortunately he did. Goldberg and Averman noticed immediately and crowed in humour. "Banks, come on what'd you do?" Averman through an arm round his shoulder. "Come on, you can tell us."
"Uh uh, guys. What happens between a guy and his boyfriend on a anniversary remains just that, between them. Sorry to disappoint." Adam shrugged off Averman's arm and grinned secretly.
"Spoil sport." Goldberg sighed. "Worth a try though."
"Come on guys, we'd better get a move on, first day of classes an all." The three of them walked up the path towards the main building.
Once inside the halls, they spotted some of the other Ducks. Ken, Julie, Luis and Dwayne were walking down by the lockers engrossed in conversation and behind them Fulton and Portman were having a mini argument come discussion about some band with an unrepeatable name that would land them in detention if there was a teacher nearby.
Adam, Averman and Goldberg caught up with them about the same time Russ did from down the nearby stairs.
"Fulton, man, I don't think you should yell that quite a loud in here as you are." Russ grinned his greeting at them all, as the other Ducks in front turned and smiled at him.
Fulton just grinned.
"Hey Adam, how'd the 'holidays' go?" The tone of Russ's voice caused the blush to return to Adam's face yet again and the entire group of Ducks dissolved into a medley of cat-calls and whistles. Adam grinned and ducked his head while Portman reached over and ruffled his hair.
"Aw, leave him alone." Julie spoke up with a smile on her face. "Its sweet."
Adam pulled a face and swotted back at Portman's hand. "They went great." He replied. "A perfect two weeks."
Julie grinned dreamily and the other guys looked at her strangely, before walking on.
"Hey, Banksie, speaking of your other half, where is her? I've got some homework I need to give back to him." Averman poked around in his bag.
"He said he'd meet us at class." Adam hitched his own bag up further onto his shoulder. "He needed to drop something off at his Mom's."
"Could you give him this then?" Averman held out a exercise book which Adam took. "I won't see him in class till after lunch and I'll have probably forgotten again by then."
"No problem."
Averman dashed off down the hall towards his first class while the other filed into theirs. As they took their seats they noticed a few new faces to their class, four new guys and a couple of girls. Friendly smiles were exchanged for the most part except for a couple of the new guys who pretty much blanked them. Connie and Guy arrived a minute after and quickly took their seats at the front.
Adam took his seat near the back and watched the door. Charlie wasn't there yet, the seat next to him was empty. Minutes passed and there was still no sign of him. Class began and Adam spent most of the next hour with his attention divided between listening to the teacher and watching the door.
When class had finished and Charlie had still not shown up, Adam was feeling worried. Connie walked up to him. "Hey, Adam, you okay? You look a little spaced."
"Charlie didn't turn up for class."
"Oh." She frowned, "he didn't, did he." Her face cleared. "He probably just got held up somewhere."
"He was seeing his Mum."
"There you go, he was probably helping her with something and got delayed, or lost track of time." She smiled reassuringly at him.
"Yeah, probably." Adam didn't sound convinced and they both knew it.
By lunch time, Charlie had still not shown up and Adam, feeling very concerned, hurried back over to their dorm to see if Charlie had left him a note or something.
As he pushed open his door, he had a sudden gut fear that something was wrong. At first he couldn't see anything, but as he moved over to the desk, his eye caught movement down on the far side of Charlie's bed.
As Adam turned, his stomach dropped and his heart almost stopped. "Charlie?"
The figure huddled on the floor between the bed and the wall was curled up tight. Knees up against his chest and head buried on top of them. Adam moved closer. "Charlie?"
The figure jumped and looked up. Tear stains ran down his cheeks, over the bruise that dominated the left side of his face. Blood was smudged from the side of his mouth and his nose and there was a gash across his right eyebrow that had steadily dripped down the side of his face.
"Oh God, Charlie." Adam dropped his bag and fell down to Charlie's side, his hands going round him immediately. "Charlie, what happened? Oh God, are you all right?" He knew he was panicking but he couldn't help it. Charlie was sat on the floor with blood all over his face and from the way he'd cringed when Adam had touched him he knew he was hurt in other places too.
Charlie swallowed and nodded his head. "I'm okay," he croaked. "Just sore." Adam could feel the tremors under his hand and shook his head.
"You're not okay. Jesus Charlie, look at you!"
Charlie closed his eyes and took a breath. "Adam.."
"No!" Adam looked him in the eye. "What happened?"
Charlie turned away. "I ran into some...people, they....didn't like me."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Adam was really starting to get angry. Although Charlie was the more out going and vocal out of the two of them, Adam was by far the most easily wound up when it came to his other half. He was fiercely protective and quite easily jealous when the mood was right. Charlie although more forthright, was more laid back. He was just as protective over Adam, but quieter about it.
Charlie sighed. "They didn't like...wh...," he paused again and Adam felt the tremor run threw him before he continued, "what I am."
Adam went still as he let it sink in. When the realisation hit him he exhaled. "Oh. God."
Charlie sniffed and Adam watched as another tear made its way down his dirty cheek. He shifted closer and took Charlie into his arms properly, feeling him shaking as he tried to stop the tears that kept running down his face.
"You can cry, Charlie." Adam whispered into his thick hair, dropping a kiss into its silky mass. "Its okay." The shaking intensified and Charlie's grip on him tightened. Adam held his own shocked emotions in, right now he had to be the strength for Charlie.
It shook him. That there were people out there who had decided to hurt Charlie; beat Charlie up, purely because of who he was with romantically. He had known they had been very lucky with the people they had told so far and that there would be people who would not like or agree with what they were, what they were doing, but it had never occurred to them that people would go this far. They hadn't even actually told anyone else yet, not officially.
As he felt Charlie shaking in his arms, Adam could feel the sparks of anger coursing through his blood. They'd dared to touch his Charlie. No way. Never again. The feelings running through him were almost overwhelming in their intensity and some distant part of him was somewhat surprised. The rest of him, however, was trying to come to terms with the fact he was holding a hurting, crying Charlie in his arms and that was something he never wanted to experience again.
Author: Elamae
Fandom: Mighty Ducks (Movies)
Pairing: Charlie/Adam
Rating: R - slash, suggestion of violence and a bit of swearing.
Summary: Not everybody is as accepting as the Ducks......
Feedback: Gods yes! Flames no. I'm a sensitive little soul....
Disclaimer: Mighty Ducks do not belong to me, Disney own them all. This story has nothing to do with Disney and the author intends no infringement of copyright.
Authors Note: This is somewhat of a sequel to my first fic 'The Anniversary', but you don't need to have read it. The beginning is set a couple of weeks later.
Hey Banksie, how was the holidays?" Adam turned to see Les Averman and Greg Goldberg walking up the path behind him.
"Hey, guys." Adam stopped to let them catch up to him. "Great. How about you?"
"Well, I spent most of it working at my parents shop." Goldberg pulled a face.
"Mine was spent working at the cinema." Averman mirrored Goldberg's expression. Both groaned dramatically. Adam grinned.
"What about you and Charlie?" Goldberg grinned and nudged Adam in the ribs. "Do anything nice for your 'special' day?"
Adam felt his cheeks flush. He wished he didn't blush so easily, but unfortunately he did. Goldberg and Averman noticed immediately and crowed in humour. "Banks, come on what'd you do?" Averman through an arm round his shoulder. "Come on, you can tell us."
"Uh uh, guys. What happens between a guy and his boyfriend on a anniversary remains just that, between them. Sorry to disappoint." Adam shrugged off Averman's arm and grinned secretly.
"Spoil sport." Goldberg sighed. "Worth a try though."
"Come on guys, we'd better get a move on, first day of classes an all." The three of them walked up the path towards the main building.
Once inside the halls, they spotted some of the other Ducks. Ken, Julie, Luis and Dwayne were walking down by the lockers engrossed in conversation and behind them Fulton and Portman were having a mini argument come discussion about some band with an unrepeatable name that would land them in detention if there was a teacher nearby.
Adam, Averman and Goldberg caught up with them about the same time Russ did from down the nearby stairs.
"Fulton, man, I don't think you should yell that quite a loud in here as you are." Russ grinned his greeting at them all, as the other Ducks in front turned and smiled at him.
Fulton just grinned.
"Hey Adam, how'd the 'holidays' go?" The tone of Russ's voice caused the blush to return to Adam's face yet again and the entire group of Ducks dissolved into a medley of cat-calls and whistles. Adam grinned and ducked his head while Portman reached over and ruffled his hair.
"Aw, leave him alone." Julie spoke up with a smile on her face. "Its sweet."
Adam pulled a face and swotted back at Portman's hand. "They went great." He replied. "A perfect two weeks."
Julie grinned dreamily and the other guys looked at her strangely, before walking on.
"Hey, Banksie, speaking of your other half, where is her? I've got some homework I need to give back to him." Averman poked around in his bag.
"He said he'd meet us at class." Adam hitched his own bag up further onto his shoulder. "He needed to drop something off at his Mom's."
"Could you give him this then?" Averman held out a exercise book which Adam took. "I won't see him in class till after lunch and I'll have probably forgotten again by then."
"No problem."
Averman dashed off down the hall towards his first class while the other filed into theirs. As they took their seats they noticed a few new faces to their class, four new guys and a couple of girls. Friendly smiles were exchanged for the most part except for a couple of the new guys who pretty much blanked them. Connie and Guy arrived a minute after and quickly took their seats at the front.
Adam took his seat near the back and watched the door. Charlie wasn't there yet, the seat next to him was empty. Minutes passed and there was still no sign of him. Class began and Adam spent most of the next hour with his attention divided between listening to the teacher and watching the door.
When class had finished and Charlie had still not shown up, Adam was feeling worried. Connie walked up to him. "Hey, Adam, you okay? You look a little spaced."
"Charlie didn't turn up for class."
"Oh." She frowned, "he didn't, did he." Her face cleared. "He probably just got held up somewhere."
"He was seeing his Mum."
"There you go, he was probably helping her with something and got delayed, or lost track of time." She smiled reassuringly at him.
"Yeah, probably." Adam didn't sound convinced and they both knew it.
By lunch time, Charlie had still not shown up and Adam, feeling very concerned, hurried back over to their dorm to see if Charlie had left him a note or something.
As he pushed open his door, he had a sudden gut fear that something was wrong. At first he couldn't see anything, but as he moved over to the desk, his eye caught movement down on the far side of Charlie's bed.
As Adam turned, his stomach dropped and his heart almost stopped. "Charlie?"
The figure huddled on the floor between the bed and the wall was curled up tight. Knees up against his chest and head buried on top of them. Adam moved closer. "Charlie?"
The figure jumped and looked up. Tear stains ran down his cheeks, over the bruise that dominated the left side of his face. Blood was smudged from the side of his mouth and his nose and there was a gash across his right eyebrow that had steadily dripped down the side of his face.
"Oh God, Charlie." Adam dropped his bag and fell down to Charlie's side, his hands going round him immediately. "Charlie, what happened? Oh God, are you all right?" He knew he was panicking but he couldn't help it. Charlie was sat on the floor with blood all over his face and from the way he'd cringed when Adam had touched him he knew he was hurt in other places too.
Charlie swallowed and nodded his head. "I'm okay," he croaked. "Just sore." Adam could feel the tremors under his hand and shook his head.
"You're not okay. Jesus Charlie, look at you!"
Charlie closed his eyes and took a breath. "Adam.."
"No!" Adam looked him in the eye. "What happened?"
Charlie turned away. "I ran into some...people, they....didn't like me."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Adam was really starting to get angry. Although Charlie was the more out going and vocal out of the two of them, Adam was by far the most easily wound up when it came to his other half. He was fiercely protective and quite easily jealous when the mood was right. Charlie although more forthright, was more laid back. He was just as protective over Adam, but quieter about it.
Charlie sighed. "They didn't like...wh...," he paused again and Adam felt the tremor run threw him before he continued, "what I am."
Adam went still as he let it sink in. When the realisation hit him he exhaled. "Oh. God."
Charlie sniffed and Adam watched as another tear made its way down his dirty cheek. He shifted closer and took Charlie into his arms properly, feeling him shaking as he tried to stop the tears that kept running down his face.
"You can cry, Charlie." Adam whispered into his thick hair, dropping a kiss into its silky mass. "Its okay." The shaking intensified and Charlie's grip on him tightened. Adam held his own shocked emotions in, right now he had to be the strength for Charlie.
It shook him. That there were people out there who had decided to hurt Charlie; beat Charlie up, purely because of who he was with romantically. He had known they had been very lucky with the people they had told so far and that there would be people who would not like or agree with what they were, what they were doing, but it had never occurred to them that people would go this far. They hadn't even actually told anyone else yet, not officially.
As he felt Charlie shaking in his arms, Adam could feel the sparks of anger coursing through his blood. They'd dared to touch his Charlie. No way. Never again. The feelings running through him were almost overwhelming in their intensity and some distant part of him was somewhat surprised. The rest of him, however, was trying to come to terms with the fact he was holding a hurting, crying Charlie in his arms and that was something he never wanted to experience again.