A/N: I don't own The Mighty Ducks and I definitely do not own Run because I never would have canceled it. This is an AU based on HBO's Run. I won't be following the show to a T but if you're familiar with the show you might know how this story ends. I borrowed a few lines from the show + paraphrased a few others. I don't want to spoil anything but this fic involves cheating so...so be aware if that's something that makes you uncomfortable.

If you're a reader of my fic Only A Rose, don't worry I will return to it soon. I just needed a little break.


RUN

Guy Germaine's hand holding his phone began to shake when he read the text. He didn't have the number saved but it didn't matter he had memorized it years ago. Guy felt like he was going to be sick. Instead of immediately puking like he thought he would need to do Guy texted back the same word then checked his phone for the time before pocketing it. Guy didn't have too much time to get where he would need to be to make it to St. Paul in time. He paced around his room and managed to throw random clothes into an old duffle bag followed by everything else he would need for time away. The twenty-five-year-old began to think about what he would tell his girlfriend. She'd be home soon so he needed to think of something fast.

Guy pulled his phone back out, scrolled through his contact list to find and tap on his best friend's name. He heard it ring twice before Jesse Hall picked up.

"Guy! What's up?"

"Can you do me a favor?" Guy was pacing in the room as he talked. He was sure by the time the conversation ended there would be tell-tale marks in the carpet.

"Sure, anything."

"Can you tell Ash that if Lizzie calls to talk that you and I are on a week-long fishing trip with little to no cell service?"

"Guy…" He could sense the judgment and the accusation but didn't feel like explaining everything right then and there. Honestly, Guy wasn't sure what Jesse would say if he knew what he was actually doing. It could go either way.

"Please?"

"Fine, but you owe me big time. I mean, remember that time in high school when I caused the distraction for you to escape when the cops came to break up the party. I got away just in time."

"I think I can give you more than a half-empty bottle of tequila as a thank you this time."

"Good, because I have some ideas…Actually a week-long fishing trip does sound good."

Guy heard the front door open and then close signaling Lizzie was home. "Thank you and tell Lizzie I owe her too. Look, I've gotta go but I promise I'll explain."

"Whatever. Don't do anything stupid."

"I think we're past that point."

"Shit, Guy."

Guy ended the call. He sat on the bed for a minute as the voice inside his head told him that he didn't have to go through with this. He shook his head at the suggestion. No, he couldn't let the voice talk him out of it. Guy grabbed his bag, wallet, and phone charger as he left the room.

"So, Jesse and I decided to take a last-minute fishing trip."

Lizzie turned from where she was reading the mail at the counter to see her boyfriend holding his duffle bag. "You're leaving right now?"

He forced a sigh to seem put out by the timing too, "Yeah, Jesse's been feeling down lately so I suggested we get away for a bit."

"You're leaving right now?" She repeated herself surprised at the sudden trip.

"You know us! It's all or nothing!"

Lizzie groaned. "You can't wait until morning?"

"I wish, babe. With traffic, it'll take me three hours to get to Jesse so I'll stay there tonight before we hit the road bright and early."

"Okay. Well, have fun." Lizzie said before Guy kissed her. "Just be safe, okay?"

"Of course. Love you!" As soon as Guy closed the door behind him he ran his hand through his hair. Why was it so easy for him to lie? They just celebrated their two-year anniversary not even a month ago and during the entire relationship, Guy had never lied to her. He felt like garbage and yet he still got into his car and began the drive to the airport.


At the ticket counter, Guy bought a ticket for the first flight he could get to Minneapolis-St. Paul. After grabbing a meal from the restaurant closest to his gate he settled into a spot near the window. He pulled his phone out and called an old friend.

The phone went to voicemail so Guy left a short message. "Hey Charlie, it's me. I just wanted to ask you a question. No big deal. Talk soon, bye."

Guy locked his phone and dived into the nachos he bought for dinner. He had wanted to ask Charlie how she was. He knew Charlie was still close to her. The text that he received had to mean something was up and he sort of wished he knew what he was getting himself into. A person doesn't text their ex what she did unless there was a change in their life. Although, he supposed a person doesn't go along with it if everything is right in their life either.

The flight would start boarding soon. Guy could back out. He could block that number, leave the airport and go back to Lizzie.

He didn't.


After the plane landed Guy rushed to the bathroom to check his appearance. He looked tired and he was. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was longer than he usually kept it and the hair seemed determined to remain wild. Guy splashed water on his face before leaving the restroom. The terminal was still full of people so he did his best to avoid hitting people as he ran to find a cab.

After a short wait Guy managed to claim a cab for himself.

"Where to?" The man behind the wheel asked while he slowly left the curb where he was parked.

"Union Depot."

"You in town for work?"

"Nah, I'm originally from here. Grew up just ten minutes away. Guess you could say I'm here to visit ghosts."

The ghost of his old relationship. The ghost of himself.

"Ah, I see."

The ten-mile drive seemed to take eons. Guy checked his phone for the first time in hours and realized he had a voicemail message from Charlie.

"Hey Guy, sorry I missed ya man! We really need to plan to get together sometime. I'll be around if you wanna call back. Later, Guy."

Guy called his friend back and this time he answered. "Guy! How ya doing? How's Lizzie? Y'know -"

Guy interrupted Charlie before he went on a spiel about whatever he was about to say. "Hey, I needed to ask you something."

"Oh yeah, what's up?"

"Have you talked to Connie lately?" He asked and he was beginning to get anxious again. When Charlie didn't respond Guy looked at the phone and the call hadn't ended. "Charlie?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Why do you wanna know about Connie? Hasn't it been like five years?" Charlie's voice had gone from friendly and warm to a cautious tone.

"Exactly. Just curious. Gonna have to see her at Jesse's wedding, right? I want to know if there's anything I need to know."

Guy heard Charlie sigh on the other end of the phone. "Alright, fine. I talked to Connie last week and she seems to be doing good. She was a little quiet but it was probably nothing." Charlie paused. "How are you and Lizzie?"

"I've got to go. Thanks Charlie." Guy ended the call so he wouldn't need to respond to Charlie's question. The answer to the question would have been something along the lines of, "We've been together two years and the entire relationship feels stagnate."

Guy met Lizzie Wilson at the hospital after he received a brutal hit in a game against the St. Louis Blues. The hit had been in retaliation for a punch he threw at a defenseman at the end of the first period. He had a two-day stay in the hospital and she was his roommate's nurse. Guy thought she was cute so after a little bit of flirty banter, he was released from the hospital and walked away with her number.

Lizzie was the first long-term girlfriend he'd had since Connie. Anyone who knew Guy in his early 20s after the breakup would have described Guy as a mess. His life was in a whirlwind and he couldn't seem to escape it. The relationship he had been in for half of his life ended and he was picked up by the Blackhawks for their third line. Guy did things that were uncharacteristic of him. He was out of control. He lost himself. Until he met Lizzie.

Guy was lost in his thoughts when he realized the car had stopped. He paid the driver and started to head inside when his phone suddenly began to play Genie in a Bottle. His heart sank. It was Lizzie's ringtone. She had made it her ringtone after their third date when it came on the radio. Lizzie immediately turned the volume up and was dancing in the car to it. For a second he questioned if he should turn his phone off but decided against it.

"Hey babe." He found a pillar inside to lean against as he talked.

"Did you make it to Jesse's?"

"Yeah, I'm getting ready for bed now. Early morning and all that. The drive was nuts. Ash said to tell you hi though." Guy didn't have to fake the yawn that he let out. "The spot we're going to has spotty cell service. I'll try to text or call when I can."

"Alright, well I hope you catch some big ones. I love you."

"You too. Bye, Lizzie."

When he hung up he noticed that while he had been talking to Lizzie someone had joined him on the other side of the pillar. Connie.

The last time he saw Connie in person was at a bar for Charlie's birthday just a few months after they had broken up. Guy had tried to play it cool. He spent most of the night watching her as other men bought her drinks. Connie would smile at them, laugh at a joke or two, and occasionally touch their hand before taking the free drink and giving it to Charlie. Guy couldn't help but hurt as she'd flirt with those strangers.

After that, he made it a point to never be in the same place as her again. Luckily for him, his hockey schedule was so intense that he rarely had to make an excuse to not show up to events. Guy had to miss Julie's wedding when the Blackhawks were in the Stanley Cup playoffs and at the time he was thankful he didn't have to see Connie there. In her bridesmaid dress. Catching the bouquet. With her date. Of course when Julie posted the wedding pictures Guy did spend a few moments too long looking at the pictures that had Connie in them. Eventually, after Averman wouldn't stop talking about whatever accomplishment Connie had achieved that month Guy had to ask his friends not to mention her around him.

Guy realized Connie was smiling at him. "Hi." She said. "You came? We came up with RUN ten years ago. I didn't think you'd remember."

He nodded as they both started walking, "Oh, I remembered. First train after ten. I was sure you wouldn't be here."

They stepped onto the train and found seats next to one another. In close proximity with Connie he almost felt comfortable. She still wore the same perfume she had years before. He remembered picking out the perfume for her 17th birthday present and it became her favorite. Guy figured she would have stopped wearing it by now.

"I was here."

"All beautiful." Guy wanted to slap himself. The compliment slipped out before he could stop himself.

Connie knew he hadn't meant to say it but they both started laughing at the awkwardness of it all. "Shit."

"I know. So, why did you text RUN?" He asked her.

"How about we don't talk about personal stuff for one day." Connie suggested. The avoidance of the question concerned Guy.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Okay, who's Lizzie?" Connie asked as Guy's stomach did a summersault. Guy wondered if she had asked their friends not to talk about him either. He found it hard to believe she didn't know who Lizzie was.

"Fine."

Connie grabbed his hand and pulled him up with her. "Come on, I'm hungry." She rushed down the aisle through a couple of cars nearly dragging him along the way. They didn't drop their hands until they reached the dining car. Neither made a comment about it and instead, Guy said as he huffed, "I see you're still in shape."

Connie glanced at him and seeing that he was winded quipped, "What, you don't train in the off-season?"

He rolled his eyes. They sat across from each other at a table and were quickly attended to by a short blonde. "Good evening! What can I getchya for dinner?"

"Hi! I will have pasta and salad, please." Connie handed over her menu and watched as Guy's eyes scrambled over the menu in a clear sign of indecisiveness. "He'll have the same."

Guy nodded then the waitress walked off with their menus.

"You always want what I order and end up eating off my plate instead of your own."

"And you don't think I've changed since I was 21?"

"Oh honey, there's always hope."

Guy grinned and for the first time since seeing her again took a moment to really look at her. Connie had her hair in her signature braided plait. Her hair looked messy at the crown as if she had fallen asleep on her plane ride to Minnesota. He knew she had a longer flight than he had. Connie hadn't aged, in fact, Guy thought she had stopped aging when they were still in high school. She was wearing a plain green shirt and it reminded him of the Ducks. He had meant it earlier when he said she was beautiful.

A few minutes later, the waitress brought them their food. At the table next to them, sat an older couple. The older woman leaned over the aisle a bit to say, "You two are adorable. How long have you been together?"

Guy was about to correct her when Connie responded, "Since we were nine." She reached forward to grab his hand on the table.

"How cute!"

"Agatha, can'tcha let people eat in peace?" Agatha's husband grumbled.

Connie pulled back her hand and winked at Guy.

"Why did you tell her that? We haven't seen each other in nearly five years."

Connie picked at her salad and shrugged. "Why not have a little fun? None of these people know us."

He hadn't been hungry when Connie said that she was but he guessed nerves got to him because he felt like he could eat both of their meals.

Guy met Connie Moreau at the community park when he was nine. His parents had heard Casey Conway talking in Mickey's Dining Car that she was wanting to get her son into something to occupy his time. Her son, Charlie, had become enamored by hockey and so Casey was trying to find more kids to join the team. The Germaines took their only son to the park and that's where he saw Connie for the first time. Even all of these years later he knew he was in love with her at first sight. All he ever wanted to do growing up was to be the center of Connie's universe.

"Besides," Connie said a bit later. "I saw you a year ago."

Guy dropped his fork. "What? Where?"

"At the game against the Capitals. The one that went into double overtime." Connie explained. "The guy I was seeing at the time knew I liked hockey so he managed to talk his boss into letting us sit in his suite for the game. He tried so hard to impress me that I didn't have the heart to tell him I had dated the Blackhawks best forward."

"Oh."

"Of course, I'm glad I didn't tell him because that wasn't your best game. It would have been embarrassing for me."

"Cooooonnnnieee!"

A voice came over the loudspeaker then. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, if you've just joined us from Minneapolis-St. Paul and booked a roomette please let our staff know and they will get you situated for the night."

Connie made a noise before getting up.

Guy scrunched his face. "You got a roomette?"

"You didn't?"

"No, I barely had time to get a plane and train tickets."

Connie shook her head in mock annoyance. "Very well, come on."

He followed Connie to the sleeping car. "Hi! Connie Moreau, checking in!" Connie looked back at Guy. "And guest."

The attendant checked his clipboard and nodded. "Ms. Moreau, your roomette is all set. It's the room four doors down."

"Thank you!"

Connie slid the door open.

"So, that's our bed." They both looked at the small cot-like bed unimpressed by the situation.

"That's my bed." Connie said, amused. She pointed up at the berth just above the first cot. "That's yours."

Guy's eye twitched at the suggestion. The thought of sleeping on a thin bed six feet in the air on a moving train didn't make him feel good. "Connie. No."

"What? I'm sure it's safe!"

Guy didn't move. Connie sighed. "Fine." She took off her shirt and jeans which shook Guy. He immediately looked down. She noticed. "Oh grow up. It's not like you haven't seen this before."

He suddenly realized that she hadn't brought a bag of clothes with her. All that Guy had seen Connie with was her small purse. He started to go through his duffle bag and pulled out an old Minnesota Moose shirt that he honestly hadn't seen in ages. "Here."

Connie glanced at the shirt he was offering her. "You telling me to cover up is a first."

"Jesus, Connie. What are you doing? Why did you text RUN to me?" Guy asked.

"We said that we'd put a pause on that." She pointed out.

"Tell me."

"Okay, okay. You want to know why I texted? I was drunk. I barely sobered up on the plane ride." Connie's voice was suddenly sharp.

"Shit, Connie." Even after five years Guy could tell Connie was lying but just the idea of her texting RUN just because she could pissed him off.

"So, I walked out on my life because you got fucking wasted? Who the fuck are you? I don't know you anymore!" Guy raised his voice and began to panic. He thought of Lizzie. She was probably asleep in their bed right then. "Shit. What have I done?"

Connie stepped towards Guy and embraced him. "You know me. It's still me. Okay, the truth is I was sitting in traffic after a stupid day at work." She was nearly in tears. "I had this moment where I realized there's not a single person I have ever met in my entire life that I wanted to see again, and then I thought of you."

With his index finger curved Guy lifted Connie's chin up so she was looking at him. "I don't think I ever stopped loving you."

Connie licked her lips and that was it. Suddenly his lips were on hers. It was a slow but sensuous kiss and Guy thought he was going to die if he didn't have more.

Connie broke away from the kiss leaving Guy confused. "Okay, fine. You can sleep on the bottom bed with me."

Guy grinned, giving her a knowing look, before kissing her again.


A/N: I plan for this fic to be 5 chapters or less. Next chapter- flashback to when Connie and Guy came up with RUN, Guy learns about Connie's life in D.C (or maybe just we do?) and more.