The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Arrested

Over the years, I've come to realise that my friends are absolute morons. Complete idiots. Anything you can think of to describe your closest friends, that's them. Some of them having kids feels like a danger to society. At this point, I don't need reminding of this fact - but it happens anyone to keep you on your toes by getting into trouble, it's Dean Portman. And after the phone call I've just received, I'm close to killing him.

"Fulton!" I call out as I slam the door to our house behind me upon entry.

"I'm in the kitchen!" He responds, so I follow his voice. "Hey, honey." I throw my bag on the counter. "What's up?"

"Remind me why we made Dean the godfather of our children again?" I stand on the opposite side of counter to my husband with my hands in my hips in frustration.

"Uh... Because he's our best friend... Why? what did he do now?" He answers slowly from his stool - scared of where this is going.

"The dumbass got himself arrested." I state blankly.

"Again?" Fulton quickly realises his mistake and refuses to make eye contact.

"Again?" My eyes widen. "What do you mean again?" I raise my voice slightly - already irritated by my call from the police station. "This has happened before?"

"Just the once. But it was a long time ago!" Fult quickly defends Dean.

"Wha-" I scoff, wishing I was surprised - I thought it'd happen sooner or later, apparently it was sooner. "When was this?"

"A while ago, he's fine."

"When did get arrested? Why did he get arrested?" Despite desperate questioning, he stays silent and doesn't look at me. "Why won't you tell me? What, did you get arrested too?" I joke but he remains silent with guilt washing over his face. "Oh my god, you did, didn't you?"

"We were only there for a few hours!" He breaks his silence at a fast pace.

"Fulton!"

"Babe, I promise it was nothing bad." He tries to climb out of the grave he's dug himself.

"Nothing bad? Fult, you went to jail!"

"For like 3 hours - it wasn't even like real prison! Just a holding cell." I just glare at him. "Just let me explain. Please?"

"Sorry." I take a deep breath and try to calm down as I grab some water. "Go ahead - I'm listening."

Though hesitant, Fulton is ready to reveal a secret that he's kept for years.

"You remember when you went to Toronto for a couple weeks a few months after the graduation?"

"Of course I do. I met Bon Jovi and they all signed that shirt I gave you for Christmas. It was a great trip."

"Well, about 5 days after you left, Portman and I got into a drunken bar fight with some guys who were chirping us saying that you were the worst player on the team and that none of the girls should be playing." My face softens as I hear his reason.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" I ask calmly - a little hurt that it's taken 20 years for me to find out.

"Well, hearing that your boyfriend got arrested doesn't make you wanna stay with him. I didn't want you to start hating me or seeing me differently. Plus Dean didn't want the team to know."

"Fulton Alexander Reed, there is nothing you could do to make me hate you." I walk around the counter and take his hands in mine. "Am I hurt that you never told me? A little. But knowing that you were standing up for me and for Connie and Julie, I only love you more." I smile as I look up at him.