USWNT & NWSL One-Shot Collection

^* - H.Solo - Making A Name Of My Own - Part 1

A/N: So we are gonna pretend that Hope didn't go on a Twitter rant, post 2016 Olympics, and didn't get herself suspended indefinitely. She bit her tongue, kept her head down and continued playing.

Good Talk...

-Whit

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January 2017

POV: Y/N

Watching my favorite team fall apart at the Olympics last summer was horrible, but what was worse... was aging out of the Foster Care system. I had been in the system for as long as I had been alive. Born then abandoned, seemingly unloved from the moment I took my first breath. Shaking my head, letting the thoughts of the past fall away. I shifted in my seat and looked at the letter in front of me. I had no idea if it would actually get to the intended recipient, but I was willing to try. I had a year to get a new last name. There was no way I would spend the rest of my life as Y/N Doe...

"It's never gonna work." Joe, one of the other orphans at the group home, said. His arm lay across his chest as he leaned against the door frame. "You really think your stupid little letter is gonna actually get to your hero? And even if it did, do you really think she will actually respond?"

"You don't get it, do you?" I asked, packing the letter into its envelope. "You have a last name, you had a family that loved you. You have a legacy to live up to... I don't. I am ... alone."

"And you always will be, reject." Joe responded, as he left the room.

I sent the letter that day and prayed that it would get to her.

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4 Months Later

(May 2017)

POV: Hope Solo

It wasn't often that I received letters through the club address. Shaking my head, I gently tore open the envelope and began to read.

"Dear Ms. Solo,

My name is Y/N and I am an orphan. Figured I would get that part out of the way. I've been watching and playing soccer since I could walk, not that I'm gonna go pro with it or anything. I'm good but not nearly at your level. You've been my hero since I could walk... I'm getting side tracked. As I said I am an orphan, without a last name. I'm about to age out of the foster care system... When I do, I get the option of picking a new last name. I won't have to be Y/N Doe for the rest of my life. I would really love it if you would allow me to adopt your last name..."

The letter continued, giving me a list of reasons that this child should be allowed to adopt the Solo last name. The letter rambled a bit, which made me smile. Some child wanted the name Solo. I had given up on the idea of kids a while ago. Jerramy had been clear he did not want children right now, and with my career still in motion, children had just taken a back burner to everything.

I knew one thing, I had to meet this kid. She was in a local group home, so it wouldn't take a lot to actually go see the kid. I made up my mind, right there and then that I would at least hear her out.

"Solo.... Let's go..."

Practice took a couple hours, as it normally did, and after showering and gathering my gear, I headed out to my car. I sent a quick text to Jerramy and headed over to the group home on the return address. I pulled up to a small building, with a larger building attached on the left. I headed into what looked like the front entrance. I was met with several small children, running around. One ran headlong into my legs, falling backwards onto his bottom.