The next morning, I woke up from the pull out feeling sore as ever. I groaned as I looked at the watch on my wrist which read 9:27 A.M. Pulling myself out of bed, I put on a shirt and proper pants, then went out into the main shop area.

As I hobbled through the shop, I looked at the hockey gear. Pads, jerseys, skates, goalie gear, pucks, etc. Since no one was around, I had decided to go in the back to sharpen skates. Well at least try to remember how to sharpen skates from my teenage days.

Taking a deep inhale, running my hands through my brunet hair, I grabbed a pair of skates. Securing one on to the machine before turning it on. Putting the blade of the skate to the roller, the blade got sharpened. I concentrated and started out slow then I moved my arm. The machine sent me sailing down to the floor, making me land on my side while the secured skate flipped around the machine on the attached arm. Groaning in pain, propping my hand against the leg of the workbench, I pushed myself back up from the floor, standing in front of the machine, brushing myself off.

I looked around for a pair of glasses to put on my face when I found a pair of big safety glasses nearby. Continuing my work, I had my glasses on my face while sharpening, not wanting to go through another accident.

"Your doing well for how long you haven't done it!" Jan yelled, snapping my head up I saw Jan in the doorway watching me. He chuckled before coming over to me while I turned off the machine.

"Ya, I'd figure I'd rekindle an old skill." Nodding my head, I smiled at Jan who exchanged the same back.

"Well then, I guess I'll give you more!" He smiled, then walked over to a rack of skates to sharpen. Turning on the machine again, I continued to do my work.

Jan eventually brought me breakfast before I went back to work. Then Jan pushed in another rack of skates. I didn't notice him standing in front of me for a minute, so I looked up, stopping what I was doing.

"You don't have to do that now." He said sympathetically.

"Oh, thanks." I nodded.

"We have a customer waiting, go and help then come back and do them." He clasped his hands behind his back before walking off.

I thought he was being sympathetic at first but I guess I mistook his words. Taking a deep exhale, I walked into the main shop area where a shorter older man with grey curly hair in a suit, held and examined a hockey stick, "May I help you?" The man turned around, knocking the butt of the stick into the others on the rack, almost making them fall off but he caught it quick enough with his hand. Rolling my eyes, I placed my hands on my hips.

"Ooh! Ah! Sorry there, almost got away from me," He then turned to look at me, placing the button the stick on the floor, he examined me. "Hi, oh wow yeah, you look great." He mumbled, probably not wanting me to hear but I could.

"Thanks," I said dryly.

"I'm Don Tibbles, Senior VP of Hendrix Hockey, how's the knee?" He walked over to me with the hockey stick. "I have a doctor in Los Angeles who might wanna take a look at that. He's doing incredible things with baboon ligaments." We then shook hands.

"Hendrix Hockey, huh?" Taking the stick from Mr. Tibbles, I went to put it back. "Now what does Hendrix Hockey want?"

"I want you, Gordon. I want Team USA to be a household name," He walked over to me. "I want you to become synonymous with Hendrix and Hendrix synonymous with winning." He playfully punched my chest.

My eyes went wide, "Woah, wait a minute," I stuttered and fumbled with my words. "This is a joke, right?" Turning, walking away from Mr. Tibbles.

"It's no joke. This is the real thing, Gordon." Mr. Tibbles smiled which made me turn to face him again.

"You want me to coach Team USA?"

"Your friend Jan has been pitching you for months. Gordon, what you did with the Ducks was magic," He stepped forward towards me. "And we, we by Hendrix Hockey, The Junior Goodwill Games, and your country need that magic," He held a finger in the air. "What do ya say, Coach?"

Then we heard a cough come from the counter, looking over, I saw Jan standing there, smiling. I scoffed and smiled, "Come on, let's round-up those Ducks! We gotta lot of work to do!" He patted my back as he led me to the counter where Jan stepped out.

"Gordon," He started. "Use this." He held up a duck call in the air.

Taking it from him, I smiled and looked up at him, "Thanks Jan."

Switching To 3rd POV...

Charlie sat at his desk in his room, listening to rock music from his Walkman at his cluttered desk doing homework, staring into space, tapping his pencil on the paper.

Charlie's room was rearranged. There wasn't a second bed. No girly things in his room anymore. No perfume smells in the air. Vicki's things were all gone, moved to her new house. Charlie had a tack board of hockey clippings, patches, medals from competitions. A framed article of the Ducks beating the Hawks last year from the Star Tribune. A framed picture of Coach Bombay hanging next to it with all his hats and hockey sticks below and his Ducks jersey you in a glass case, folded neatly. On his cluttered desk was a bulky computer and a framed picture of him and Vicki smiling. Vicki hugging Charlie from behind while Charlie sat on the benches of the Ducks ice rink with they're signature Ducks gear on from last year's win.

The two windows of his bedroom were open, blowing a cool breeze in the room while he drummed on his paper with his pencil to the rock music coming from his headphones.

A duck call then sounded, "Hey Charlie!" Coach Bombay yelled from below the apartment, getting the attention of Charlie Conway who got up and poked his head out the window. He smiled at his visitor, "Wanna play some hockey?" Coach asked with a smile.

Charlie then rushed back in his bedroom, grabbing his Ducks jersey from the case, grabbing his helmet, pads, and rollerblades before dashing downstairs to Coach Bombay.

The two tackled each other in an embrace, "Hey Coach!" He chuckled.

"Hey, Charlie!" Coach Bombay smiled before the two broke apart.

"Let's go round up those Ducks!" Coach smiled before tossing Charlie the duck call.

Quickly, Charlie sat down, strapped on his pads, skates, and helmet before taking off with the duck call in his hand. Charlie was off finding the Ducks around Minneapolis. His first stop was at a basketball court where kids were playing Yard Puck. Charlie gripped the fence and watched Jesse skate across the concrete, scoring a goal before blowing the call.

Jesse snapped his head, "Hey, yo, Charlie!" He smiled.

"Jesse, come on! We're back!" Charlie smiled before Jesse dropped everything and skated away with Charlie.

"Let's go get Averman!" Jesse replied before the two started skating for the mall where Averman worked.

The two bobbed and weaved through the people in the mall before starting to go up the escalator, "He's on the left!" Charlie pointed before approaching the movie theater where Averman was in his work uniform, people handing him tickets as the walked through.

Charlie then sounded the call, grabbing the attention of the curly redhead, "Come on Averman! Let's go!" Charlie waved.

"But! But!" He stuttered before running off into the theater and coming out in his normal clothes with his helmet, pads, and skates strapped on.

The three then skated through the mall, screaming and gliding. Averman hopped a bench, stealing an old guys hat off his head before discarding it and racing out of the mall, going out into the city again.

"Where are we going now?" Jesse asked Charlie.

"To get Connie and Guy!" Charlie replied before turning down a road where the dam was.

Connie and Guy were having a little romantic moment, they were about to kiss when Charlie sounded the call, Connie turned around, "The quack attack is back, Jack!" Averman threw his hands in the air, Connie smiled and ran off to put her gear on.

Guy shook his head at the three, "I was this close!" He gestured with his hand.

The five now went to get Goldberg who worked at his family diner as a busboy. They all went down a road that was having work done on it. The Ducks weaved around giant construction cones before Charlie's eyes went wide, he jumped over a crane, accidentally pushing a guy in a formal suit into a wheelbarrow with concrete being poured on him. Charlie briefly looked back before screaming.

They stopped and peeked through the window to see if they could spot Goldberg. He was working, Averman pointed at him through the glass.

Charlie then sounded the duck call, "Goldberg!" They all said in unison to get his attention. When he looked up, they all smiled at each other, signaling for him to come with them.

Goldberg then nodded his head and ran off to grab his things. He came out with his helmet, pads, and skates. The six then skated across a busy bridge to Edina to pick up a star Duck.

While going through the park on the way, they all raced down a small hill and went through a water fountain, smiling and spinning around while skating to North Hennepin Avenue.

Banks was in his driveway with his skates and pads on, practicing some hockey with his goal and his woodcut out of a goalie, "He shoots! He scores between the legs!" He shot the ball between the legs of the goalie, throwing his arms in the air.

Charlie and the Ducks arrived in the driveway, sounding the call, which made him turn around smiling, "Hey Cake-Eater, wanna play some real hockey?" Jesse smiled, everyone begged for him to come with him.

Banks smiled, "Yeah!" Dropping his stick, he went to put the rest of his pads on and his helmet before skating away.

The Ducks then went through the park again going to get Vicki and Fulton. On the way, Charlie told the team why they were all gathering together, "It's an international competition, it's up against the world!" Banks threw his hands in the air.

"Hey man! Bring'em!" Goldberg clapped his hands together confidently. "We're ready!" He smiled, before skating off course and falling down a hill, landing in the middle of four ladies picnic.

He chuckled nervously, "Hey, sorry, ladies." He then scattered to get up and regroup with the rest of the Ducks.

The Ducks skated through the park and on the other side of the pond, three old enemies were waiting for them.

Larson, McGill, and King were also teenagers, they were having a fishing outing together when Larson looked up to hear a loud noise, "Look! Ducks!" He scowled, pointing to the group across the pond.

McGill and King looked up, "Still can't believe they beat us last year," The three then looked at each other with smirks on their faces. "Well let's do something about it." McGill adjusted the Hawks hat he had on his head before they dashed off with some fishing wire.

The three ran a wire from a nearby tree, across the sidewalk, to the other side of the sidewalk where there was canoe rack. The three all crouched and waited, chuckling.

While the Ducks skated towards the trap, at Vicki's house, Vicki was up in her room doodling at her desk with the window open when she heard a duck call not too far away. She smiled before grabbing her black captain's sailor hat and running downstairs.

Her mother was cooking dinner when she looked up from stirring the soup in the pot, "Vicki, where ya going?"

"Out with the flock! I'll be back in a while!" She yelled before running out the front door to grab her bike. Her white high top Converse tapped the floor.

Vic then raced out of the driveway and went towards where she heard the duck call. She rode her bike across the street and into the park, Vic only lived across the street from the park. The wind blew through her long wavy brunette hair and Coach's whistle hung from her neck.

Vic started straight forward when someone tapped her shoulder, "Fulton!" She gasped when Fulton skated beside her.

"Hey, Vicki!" He smiled with his pads and helmets on, wearing all black just like Vic. Black hat and a black shirt with puffy sleeves and a sweetheart neckline.

"I'm assuming you heard the call too?" He said while looking forward.

"Ya, I did! I'm so excited to see everyone!" She smiled while pedaling her bike.

"I know! You've changed so much, I hardly recognized you if it weren't for your bike." He looked to her, smiling.

The two then saw the Ducks rounding the pond and three Hawks running the wire across the sidewalk. They stopped dead in they're tracks before looking at each other.

"Mmm, k, Fulton, humor me here," Vic started. "We should tie them to the tree right?"

"Ya, let's do it so they're naked!" He chuckled.

"Let's save their dignity for another day," She patted his shoulder as he frowned. "We can take that from them another day, so how about just half-naked."

Fulton then chuckled lowly, "My pleasure." He smirked before sneaking up on the three with Vic closely behind.

"Sitting ducks." King snarked.

"Here they come," Larson chuckled. "I love this, one order of shredded duck coming up."

"They are so stupid," McGill smirked.

"They won't know what hit'em," Fulton said in a deep voice, standing behind them with his arms crossed as Vic hid behind some canoes.

"I know!" King replied, making the three chuckle. "Who said that?" The three then slowly turned their heads to look at towering Fulton.

"Hi, guys," Fulton said in his low voice, raising his eyebrows at the three.

When the three started to escape, Fulton grabbed them by their legs, dragging them away, throwing them, and starting to get their shirts off. Fulton accidentally threw Larson a bit too hard that he came crashing over one of the canoes she was hiding behind.

When he looked up to see her, he scowled at Vic's laughing face before Fulton started dragging the three shirtless boys across the street. She grabbed the fish wire and gave it to Fulton who wrapped it around their chests then pulled down their pants to reveal some embarrassing boxers.

Walking over to the three, She picked up McGill's hat, "Who are you!?" King spat, then Larson and McGill's face dropped.

Then Vic pulled down her short light wash jean shorts and adjusted the belt on her belt loops, "Oh God," Larson started, he groaned rolling his eyes. "It's her." He looked over at McGill.

"Who's her?" King asked, looking between the two.

"Vicki "The Princess" Reed," McGill smirked.

"Aww, you missed me." She poked her cheek and threw aside McGill's hat, Fulton caught it with his open hand.

"How's Banksie? That little traitor." McGill asked playing the naughty card with Vic while tied to a tree.

Vic walked closer to the three, "He's fine," A fake smile painted her face. "But you almost put him in the ER!" She snapped.

"He deserved it! Besides, I bet you still can't keep your pretty little gem-like eyes off him." Larson retorted. Vic then walked over to Larson.

"Well, you're missing the point here sweetie!" She said sarcastically. "I changed, I'm not a little girl no more, I have the body of a stripper and I still kept my weight and tiny waist unlike you three pigs." She flashed her eyelashes.

"Well then, he'll have no problem keeping his hands off you," Larson said lowly, chuckling afterward.

Vic then slapped him, "That's for the alleyway!"

Vic then walked over to McGill, getting right in his face, "And this is for Banksie." She said lowly before punching his gut.

McGill winced in pain, "Nice seeing ya boys again!" She then kissed the cheeks of McGill and Larson briefly before turning to see the Ducks.

"That'll teach 'em for messin' with the Ducks!" Fulton held of their pants in the air, making the Ducks cheer.

Vicki chuckled before giving Fulton a high-five and him dropping their shorts on the grass. Jesse and Banks were staring at Vicki, while Connie came running up to her.

The two embraced in a tight hug, smiles painted their faces, "I literally only saw you on Friday at school but it felt like longer." Connie said, wiping a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know right!" Vic smiled, Connie then leaned in close to whisper something in her ear.

"Hey Jesse," Banks started, not taking his eyes away from Vic. "Who's that?" He discretely pointed at Vic who was busy chatting with Connie.

"Who do ya think it is?" Jesse said while staring at Vic.

Banks then realized that it was Vic, "That's Vic!" His head snapped over to Jesse.

"Yup, you've missed out on a lot Cake-Eater." Jesse chuckled, patting his back.

"The hell I have." Banks mumbled, Vic then turned to find Banks staring at her.

Smiling, she walked over sheepishly, "Hey Cake-Eater." Blushing, she secured a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," He smiled, looking down at her. "Vicki."

"You've grown, I see." She gestured to his height. Banks was taller than Vic, so was Charlie and Fulton.

"Oh ya, but you've changed into a completely different person," Gesturing to me with his hands. "I mean like wow."

Vic chuckled, "Puberty I guess hit me like a freight train."

The two chuckled before and awkward silence looked over them, "So why didn't you call me?" Banks asked, taking off his helmet and fixing his hair.

"Why I didn't call you, you never called me." She placed a hand on her chest, clearly offended.

"Well, I think this thing called school might have gotten in the way." Banks chuckled.

"Well yes, I was disappointed that you never sent me a birthday present-" Vic started.

Banks' face dropped, "Damn it, I knew something else was wrong," He then rubbed his forehead. "I'm such an idiot."

Vic then chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Your dumb for forgetting my birthday but not an idiot." Vic then noticed the collar to his yellow Ralph Lauren Polo shirt was all screwed up, so she fixed it for him.

Vic then found his eyes staring at her. His blue orbs never failed to pierce hers. Vic then bit her lip, "You should wear yellow more often. It looks good on you." She mumbled, staring into his eyes.

"Ok guys!" Charlie shouted which made the two turn to the Ducks who were staring at them. "Let's hug and kiss later." Charlie teased which made the team laugh.

"Well, ya all knew you couldn't play hockey without me!" She teased, Banks continued to stare at her.

Vic and Banks then smiled and a crimson color dusted Vic's cheeks, "We got a gold medal to win!" Jesse shouted which made the team scream. Vic then ran over to her parked bike and rode with the Ducks on their rollerblades in the form of the Flying V.

Vic went to blow her whistle, expecting it to sound like a coaches whistle when it sounded like a duck call. The team laughed and all screamed from excitement. Vic then started blowing the whistle louder, making different sounds.

"Hey, Charlie! Where we goin'?" Jesse asked from behind him.

"The Duck Head restaurant! That's where Coach said to meet up!" Charlie replied, yelling back to Jesse.

When the flock arrived at the Ducks Head restaurant, Charlie and Vicki sounded the duck call. Coach Bombay was on the corner of the sidewalk when he turned to see his flock, "DUCKS! DUCKS! DUCKS! DUCKS! DUCKS!" The team chanted, circling Coach Bombay.

"Alright! Alright!" He silenced the team. "I really missed you Ducks! Now, who's ready to fly?" The whole team screamed and "woooted" before a silence washed over the team as a limo approached and stopped in front of the team.

From the sunroof, Don Tibbles popped out, smiling, "Hey Ducks, I'm Don Tibbles, Hendrix Hockey Apparel. We're your new sponsors!" He patted the roof. "Anyone want a card?" Pulling out some business cards, he held them in the air.

The team all smiled as swarmed over to Mr. Tibbles as he handed each of them a card while Vic stood on her bike next to Coach Bombay, "So I assume you figured out the whistle I left?" He looked over at Vic, then looked at the whistle hanging from her neck.

Vic chuckled then looked at Coach Bombay, "It's a coaching whistle disguising a duck call," She then looked back at the team. "Ya, I figured it out." She nodded her head.

"Coach, can I see you?" Don asked Coach Bombay.

Vic then propped up her bike with the kickstand and walked over to the limo where Mr. Tibbles held the door open. When Coach Bombay got in, Mr. Tibbles stopped her, "Woa, woa, sorry, Coaches only." Mr. Tibbles shook a finger at her, closing the door.

Vic's face frowned, "But I am a coach." She said right before the door of the limo closed.

Vic started at the limo and a hand patted her shoulder, "It's ok Vicki. Mr. Tibbles just didn't do his research well enough." Connie said

"Ya," She nodded her head before looking down at the ground in disappointment. "Hopefully." She finished.

For a while, the Ducks were all chatting to each other on the sidewalk while Coach Bombay talked inside the limo. Connie, Guy, Charlie, and Vic all sat on the ground in a circle.

Vic leaned her head against Charlie's shoulder, "Vicki, I do have to say, I saw the way Banksie was looking at you," Connie started, she was holding Guy's hand.

Vic scoffed, waving her hand in the air, "He's only doing that because he hasn't seen me in a long time."

Connie nodded her head, "Mmhm, you're in denial."

"No, I am not!" Vic placed a hand on her chest.

Just as Vic said her words, Coach Bombay stepped out of the limo smiling, "Ok Ducks, meet me at the old rink early tomorrow," Everyone turned, Connie, Guy, Charlie, and Vic stood. "We got some new team members to meet."