Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. First time writing a Mighty Ducks fic (though I do love these two as a pairing), rated T just in case. Enjoy!

Fulton looked around the campus in wonder. "Wow," he breathed. He turned to Dean in amazement. "I can't believe they gave all the ducks scholarships!"

"Dorms are this way," Dean stated as he hitched his couple of boxes up and led the slighter teen toward the building. "If they want to win, they need to recruit a winning team," he added over his shoulder as he held the door open with his shoulder as his companion went through the door with his own boxes. "And Coach Orion did us a favour with that B-Grade average," he added leading him up the stairs. "Most other schools have C-Grade or lower, it gave us an edge." Fulton nodded. "This is us," he stated, shifting his boxes to one arm to open the door.

"Cool," Fulton replied, following the larger teen into the two-bed dorm room.

Dean put the boxes on the right-hand bed. "You mind I took the left?"

"Nah man," he replied easily, placing his own boxes down on the right bed. "Thanks."

"No problem," he replied with a grin. "Brings back memories, don't it?"

"Yeah man." He bumped shoulders with the larger teen. "I'm glad we got to room together."

"They've put all the ducks together," he stated. "Less problems if you put athletes together, same training schedule."

"There are times you seem so worldly dude."

Dean grinned. "You forget, while you and the original ducks commuted, the rest of us bunked in the dorms at Eden Hall," he replied and shrugged. "It makes us more mature."

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Fulton collapsed onto his bed with a groan. "And I thought Orion was a slave-driver."

Dean plonked down on his own bed with a sigh. "Regretting your decision?"

"Nah, man, I'll get used to it," he replied with a tired smile.

"What did Charlie mean, about going pro?" he asked curiously.

"That," he sighed, and shifted until he faced his companion. "I don't know if I wanna play pro," he remarked.

"Really?"

"Don't get me wrong, I love playing with the ducks, but what're the chances we'll make the same pro team?"

"Slim," he replied honestly.

"Exactly," he sighed. "I just need to decide if I love hockey enough to do it without the ducks. But at least I've got a few more years before I need to decide," he said with a smile. "What about you?"

"I don't know, man. Guess we've both got a few years to decide."

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"Fulton," Dean spoke, gently shaking the slighter brunet's shoulder. Fulton's eyes shot open. "You okay?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah," he replied, shifting to curl on his side.

Dean hummed doubtfully as he returned to his own bed. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No," his fellow bash brother replied, shaking his head for good measure.

Dean sighed and shifted onto his side, back against the wall. "Come 'ere," he urged.

"Really?" Fulton asked, sitting up partially.

Dean patted the space next to him. "There's plenty of room." Fulton was across the room in seconds, causing his bash brother to chuckle softly. "It's all right to want comfort after a nightmare, you know."

"You get 'em too?"

"Sometimes," he replied honestly.

Fulton looked at the larger teen from inches away. "You sure this is all right?"

"Dude, I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to."

"Had to check," he muttered, torn between giving his fellow duck more room, and concern about falling off the bed.

Dean slung an arm over Fulton's waist. "I won't let you fall out of bed," he stated. The slighter teen shifted his head, and stilled as his eyes locked with Dean's. "Screw it," he muttered and closed the distance between them for a kiss.

When he pulled back Fulton's expression was thoughtful. "That explains a few things," he murmured.

"Does it?" The slighter teen nodded. "We still okay?"

"Dude!" he retorted, insulted. "Of course we are."

Dean chuckled. "Not everyone is cool with it."

"Screw 'em," he said definitively, causing the other brunet to snort. "The ducks will accept it, that's all that matters." He met Dean's eyes squarely. "Do it again?"

"Really?"

He nodded. "I'm expecting it this time, wanna see what I think."

Dean smiled. "This is better than I expected," he stated, before he leant forward again, smiling when this time the slighter teen responded to the touch.

This time when he pulled back Fulton licked his lips. "Does this mean we can share a bed more often?"

"Whenever you like," Dean replied easily. "But you might want to at least try it, before you plan on more."

Fulton snuggled close to the larger teen, burrowing his head into the pillow that already smelt like Dean. He let out a pleased hum. "We can always-" he paused as he yawned, "push our beds together." With a final sleepy smile, he closed his eyes, asleep within seconds. Dean looked at him fondly before he followed suit, his arm still tight around Fulton's waist.