Tomboy {The Mighty Ducks}

XII

Sierra was warming up around their side of the ice, as they prepare to face off against Iceland for the first time as they all warmed up, firing shots at the Goldberg.

"You okay?" Adam asked, as Sierra stood by the bench, lookin' a bit shaky and pale.

"I just have a really bad feeling about this game, Adam. It's like what I felt... when we faced the Hawks last year. It came true last year, I'm just worried if it happens today as well." She said, as he sighed.

"We'll be okay. We all will be. If anything happens, you can say I told you so. But there are scouts in the stands, so if any one of us gets injured at all, we are all gonna keep playing, even if our injuries are murderin' us."

He said and she nodded slightly as she'd gulp and he sighed. "I'm gonna be right out there with you, just like it always is." He said and she nodded.

"Let's do this, then." She said as the whistles blew and they all line up real quickly and she lowered her head as she prepared for the face-off.

Then barely three seconds into the game and Dean Portman was thrown out of the game for 'going at him' all unprovoked against the Iceland cap of the team, Gunner.

"There goes one." Sierra mumbled as they faced off again, and they were all getting their asses handed to them all over the damn rink.

"Damn it!" She snapped as suddenly as she got the puck from Adam, she'd got thrown into the boards.

She groaned as the ref didn't call anything and Adam was getting up from where he had also been knocked over. Completely head over heels.

"Ow." She grunted as she got up and skated off, managing to steal the puck from Gunner, and she scored quickly.

"Yeah!" Team USA exploded with cheers as she scored, before she was knocked brutally in the head with an stick, and she fell hard.

The entire team exploded off of the bench to charge at the Icelandic team as Sierra groaned and tried to get up.

"Are you okay?" The referee asked and she nodded at him, and he held up fingers. "How many?" He asked.

"Four." She answered confidently as he changed them. "Three. Five. Six. 1. Two." She said and he nodded.

"She's good to play!" He called and everyone cheered, as they all went back to the bench, with at least half of them going into their overcrowded penalty box.

The next goal was scored by Adam and they were all celebrating it, until suddenly a stick from Iceland slams down hard onto his wrist.

"Adam." Sierra skated over to him quickly, and he winced, as he tried to move his hand. "You need a break, Adam." She said and he looked up and shakes his head at her. "Adam, you can't play like..." She growled at his stubborn look.

"You can't stop me." He said and she sighed, as she shakes her head and he pulls off his glove as soon as everyone else but her, had left him alone.

"That isn't good, Banks. You know, that you shouldn't be playing." She said quietly and he looked at her, as he slipped his glove back on.

"I don't have a choice now, let's go. I say, let's try to all get back in this." He said and she sighs at his stubbornness that was mirror and no doubt brought on by her own.

"12-2." Sierra murmured as she rubbed her head, as it had started to throb since the original brutal smack of the stick.

"You all right?" Charlie asked his sister, concern clear in his voice as she pulled off her helmet, and there was a giant bruise on the side of her head, along with a bump to match.

"No wonder it was so hard for you to get your helmet off." Julia said, as she walks over to her, with concern all on her face.

"Twelve to Two. Twelve to Two. Do you know what word comes to mind when you think of that?" Bombay asks them and Sierra shakes her head and she winced at the action. "Pathetic, I'd think of! You guys were brought here, to play hockey." Gordon snaps at them and Sierra sighed.

"What about you?" Jesse asked.

"What about me, Jesse?" Gordon asked sharply and Sierra rubbed her head, as Adam rubbed his wrist at the same time.

"Coach Stansson knew everything about us. They were ready for us." Julia snapped at him.

"Yeah and you spend all of your time now, drivin' around in convertibles or talkin' to all those sponsor fools!" Luis joined the complaining train.

"Or hanging with the Iceland lady, we saw you two Saturday Night." Fulton's voice, landed the heaviest blow, of all.

"Eating ice cream with the enemy, huh Coach?" Dean Portman asked as he looked at Bombay, as everyone else was shocked by the revelation.

"Hey. Hey, what I do is none of your business. Is that clear? Hey! Don't take those pads off. Everyone stay in your gear, we have practice." He said as the team looked at him in a mix of horror, and shock.

They were doing sprints for hours, so many hours in fact, that the next day... they were all asleep during class.