The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Business In Chicago

I love seeing cake-eaters getting their egos destroyed. Thanks to Bombay, I just got to witness a whole bunch of them - young and old - get put in their place. Will they continue to torture us for the rest of our high school career? Obviously. But we're living reminders that they can't get everything they want. Plus we got Adam back!

Walking out of the room with the group, we're already planning a celebration. With Bombay and Charlie in front of me, I can't help but easedrop on the conversation. Business in Chicago? Surely it's not what I'm thinking it is. Of course it's not. Why would it be? I'm just hyper from our victory that's all.

As our old coach leaves again, we're faced by the bitter Varsity team. Unsurprisingly, they immediately start hurling threats at us. Deciding not to listen to their shit and wanting closure on my ridiculous idea, I sneak away from everyone. I rush out of the doors in hopes that I'm not too late. Thankfully, I'm not.

"Coach!" I call out to him as he's about to climb in the back of the limo.

"Hey, Y/N. What's up? I have work to do." He reminds me as I join him at the limo.

"Yeah, I know. First of all, thanks for saving our asses."

"You don't need to thank me. I'll always be there for you guys." I smile in appreciation. "What's the other thing? Something is clearly on your mind."

"I heard you tell Charlie that you have business in Chicago."

"Yeah, that's right."

"What is it?" I ask eagerly.

"Y/N, it's legal business. I can't just discuss details with a kid." He scoffs.

"Yeah..." I sigh and look down. I'm an idiot - what was I thinking?

"Why are you so interested?" He's genuinely curious.

"I don't know... I guess I was just hoping you'd be bringing Dean back to us. It hasn't been the same without, you know. I mean, Fulton's been miserable. Ken's become their personal ragdoll - Portman wouldn't let them get away with that. He'd probably be kicked out by now for standing up for us. We need him." I explain.

"Oh, boy." He says under his breath. "You can't tell anyone... But that's exactly what I'm doing."

"Really?" My face lights up. "You're serious?"

"100%."

"Well, then you have to take me with you." I insist.

"No, Y/N, I can't take you to Chicago." He acts as if I don't know what I'm doing.

"You need me. He'll try to make an excuse as to why he can't come. I'll be the reminder of what he abandoned. And if he still refuses, I'll bully him into coming. I mention Fulton once and he's putty in our hands. Besides, you have money, so its a private plane ride. There and back same day. I won't be missing anything. It's genius!" I ramble with passion

"No, Y/N, no. I can't legally take a teenager who isn't my child to a different state without parental consent." Bombay tries to deny me.

"Then I'll call my mom at work." I roll my eyes and get in the vehicle.

"No! What are you doing? You are not coming to Chicago!" He protests but I ignore him.

"Hey, Lewis. How you doing? Good to see you, man. We need to swing by my place before we get on the plane - I need to grab a few things." I greet a kind soul we once tormented.

"Y/N!" Bombay is disgruntled.

"Bombay! Come on, we don't have all day! Get in!" With a frustrated grunt, he reluctantly joins us.