JuliaBeth
12-11-2004, 04:41 AM
Author's note: Well, this is my first attempt at Coach fic, even though I love the show. The girl is bit Mary Sue, but I always thought Hayden deserved to have at least one kid he could halfway relate too, even though I loved Kelly.
Also I thought Dauber deserved a better girlfriend than Judy. Judy is an okay character, I like her interaction with Hayden, but didn't think she really fit with Dauber.I know he hooked up with Kelly for at least one episode too, but I didn't think she was right for him either so in this story that doesn't happen.
So, here is Andy, short for Andrea, not Andrew, Fox. Hayden and Beth's second daughter. She's approxamately one year younger than Kelly and has come to live with Hayden to get out from under Kelly's shadow in high school. Please read and review as she develops from a sports obsessed teen into whatever she is meant to become. Please let me know what you all think!
I hope you all like it!
JuliaBeth
Disclaimer: Coach and all it's characters are property of USA or ABC, I think. Anyway, I'm not making money from them, only a bnit of enjoyment with playing them for a while.
This story is set before the series, when Hayden is trying to recruit Dauber to come play for the Screaming Eagles.
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First Impressions
Andy Fox was running late from basketball practice. She should have been home a half an hour ago, but she’d got caught up practicing and totally forgot about the time.
If she’d known it was going to turn so cold that afternoon, she wouldn’t have ridden her bike to school that morning, but by the time she’d walked out of the gym at five that evening, it was too late. She’d have to ride her bike home, despite the January weather.
Halfway home, it had started snowing, and now she was so cold, she was sure that she’d never get warm again. Maybe she’d get frostbite and lose her fingers. That’d serve her right for not taking her dad up on his offer for a ride to school.
She tried peddling as fast as she could part of the way home, thinking that it would keep her warm, but the cold air made it hard to breathe so she had to stop. All she managed to accomplish was getting sweaty, which made her even colder once she’d cooled off.
To top it off, her dad had finally decided she was old enough to go on a date, or a ‘group outing’ as he put it, and her ‘ride’ to this ‘group outing’ was supposed to pick her up in less than an hour.
When she saw the cabin lights just up the hill, she forgot about the cold air and pretty much everything else, except the warm fire she knew her dad would have going by now. She started peddling as hard as she could and didn’t slow down until she reach the yard. She unceremoniously dumped her bike by the steps and bounded up on the porch.
The fact that her dad was serving dinner for a prospective recruit and his father that night had totally slipped her mind. It wasn’t until she’d slammed the door and that she remembered the brief conversation they’d had that morning about it.
“S…,sorry I’m l…late, Daddy,” she said, dropping her back pack and pulling off her ski cap. She was shivering and out of breath.
She looked around at their guest. Coach Luther and Mr. Burliegh were there, of course, they always came over when Hayden was talking to a prospective recruit.
She smiled at them and the other older man sitting on the sofa, then looked at the boy her dad thought was going to save his team the next year. Well, one of the boys anyway.
Her face was already red from the cold, but she suddenly felt the familiar sting of embarrassment too.
A young man with pale blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes had stood up and stepped to the side of his chair, to offer her his seat. That impressed her. No other guy had ever done that, not her anyway. He was alternately staring at his sneakers and stealing glances at her.
The cutest, not to mention tallest, boy she’d ever seen was less than ten feet from her and there she was, red-faced, frizzy-haired, shaking from cold, and breathing as though she’d just ran a marathon. If her day was going to continue on this path, she might as well forget her ‘outing’ and hide under her bed until morning. She stared at him for a long moment before turning her eyes back to her dad.
She forced herself to take her coat off like she wasn’t dying from embarrassment. She took longer with her button’s than necessary, hoping to catch her breath before Hayden introduced her to their guest.
“Geez, Andy, you look plumb froze through,” Luther said.
“I am,” she laughed. “I had to ride my bike home from practice and it started snowing.” She was happy to hear that at least her voice and breath had steadied.
“It’s snowing?” Luther got up and wandered over to the window to see for himself.
She hung up her coat and pulled off her scarf. “Yes, sir, but its not sticking yet. I forgot we were having company this evening, Daddy. I’m sorry. I was practicing basketball and lost track of time. Coach Owens is letting me start our next game.”
“Well, that’s great, honey,” Hayden replied, smiling broadly. Girls’ basketball may not have been as competitive as football, but it still made him proud that his daughter was doing so well. His other daughter, Kelly had no use for sports, or him, since she lived with the girls’ mother in Akron, Ohio. “Meet our guest. Mr. Dybinski, Michael, this is my daughter, Andy. Andy, this is Walter Dybinski and his son, Michael. Michael’s thinking about coming to Minnesota State next year.”
She politely shook hands with Walter, “Pleased to meet you, sir.”
“You too, young lady,” he replied, smiling. He was a big man with a friendly manner. “So you’re a good basketball player?”
“Well, I play. I’m not to sure about the good part,” she said, returning his smile. Then she turned around to face Michael, whom she’d soon know as Dauber. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” She held out her hand. “What position do you play?”
“I’m a linebacker,” he said, taking her hand in his. His voice was deep, but soft. “Goodness your hands are cold.” He slid his other hand over hers, covering it with of his as if to warm it. “Here, take my seat by the fire, so you can get warm.”
So he was sweet as well as cute. Too bad he was at least four years older than her.
She smiled up at him, “Thank you, but if you all will excuse me, I have to get ready for a friend’s party. It was nice to meet you, both, Mr. Dybinski, Michael. Mr. Burliegh, it’s good the see you. How is Mrs. Shirley?” she acknowledged their last guest.
“She’s just great,” Howard said, cheerfully. “She sends you her love, and said to tell you that anytime you wanted to ‘hang out’ again, just give her a call.”
“I will,” she said. A few weeks before she’d met up with Mr. Burleigh’s wife in town and had reluctantly agreed to have lunch with the lady. Lunch turned into shopping and ice cream before she’d managed to get home. Mrs. Shirley was a bit smothering, but it was also a little bit nice to have a woman around, doting on her, even if it was just for an afternoon. In a strange way, it had made Andy miss her own mother just bit less.
With one last look into Michael’s blue eyes, she pulled her hand away and walked towards her bedroom. “Now, Daddy, remember, you promised to be nice when Ricky gets here.”
Before her door even closed all the way, she heard them talking about football again.
Also I thought Dauber deserved a better girlfriend than Judy. Judy is an okay character, I like her interaction with Hayden, but didn't think she really fit with Dauber.I know he hooked up with Kelly for at least one episode too, but I didn't think she was right for him either so in this story that doesn't happen.
So, here is Andy, short for Andrea, not Andrew, Fox. Hayden and Beth's second daughter. She's approxamately one year younger than Kelly and has come to live with Hayden to get out from under Kelly's shadow in high school. Please read and review as she develops from a sports obsessed teen into whatever she is meant to become. Please let me know what you all think!
I hope you all like it!
JuliaBeth
Disclaimer: Coach and all it's characters are property of USA or ABC, I think. Anyway, I'm not making money from them, only a bnit of enjoyment with playing them for a while.
This story is set before the series, when Hayden is trying to recruit Dauber to come play for the Screaming Eagles.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First Impressions
Andy Fox was running late from basketball practice. She should have been home a half an hour ago, but she’d got caught up practicing and totally forgot about the time.
If she’d known it was going to turn so cold that afternoon, she wouldn’t have ridden her bike to school that morning, but by the time she’d walked out of the gym at five that evening, it was too late. She’d have to ride her bike home, despite the January weather.
Halfway home, it had started snowing, and now she was so cold, she was sure that she’d never get warm again. Maybe she’d get frostbite and lose her fingers. That’d serve her right for not taking her dad up on his offer for a ride to school.
She tried peddling as fast as she could part of the way home, thinking that it would keep her warm, but the cold air made it hard to breathe so she had to stop. All she managed to accomplish was getting sweaty, which made her even colder once she’d cooled off.
To top it off, her dad had finally decided she was old enough to go on a date, or a ‘group outing’ as he put it, and her ‘ride’ to this ‘group outing’ was supposed to pick her up in less than an hour.
When she saw the cabin lights just up the hill, she forgot about the cold air and pretty much everything else, except the warm fire she knew her dad would have going by now. She started peddling as hard as she could and didn’t slow down until she reach the yard. She unceremoniously dumped her bike by the steps and bounded up on the porch.
The fact that her dad was serving dinner for a prospective recruit and his father that night had totally slipped her mind. It wasn’t until she’d slammed the door and that she remembered the brief conversation they’d had that morning about it.
“S…,sorry I’m l…late, Daddy,” she said, dropping her back pack and pulling off her ski cap. She was shivering and out of breath.
She looked around at their guest. Coach Luther and Mr. Burliegh were there, of course, they always came over when Hayden was talking to a prospective recruit.
She smiled at them and the other older man sitting on the sofa, then looked at the boy her dad thought was going to save his team the next year. Well, one of the boys anyway.
Her face was already red from the cold, but she suddenly felt the familiar sting of embarrassment too.
A young man with pale blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes had stood up and stepped to the side of his chair, to offer her his seat. That impressed her. No other guy had ever done that, not her anyway. He was alternately staring at his sneakers and stealing glances at her.
The cutest, not to mention tallest, boy she’d ever seen was less than ten feet from her and there she was, red-faced, frizzy-haired, shaking from cold, and breathing as though she’d just ran a marathon. If her day was going to continue on this path, she might as well forget her ‘outing’ and hide under her bed until morning. She stared at him for a long moment before turning her eyes back to her dad.
She forced herself to take her coat off like she wasn’t dying from embarrassment. She took longer with her button’s than necessary, hoping to catch her breath before Hayden introduced her to their guest.
“Geez, Andy, you look plumb froze through,” Luther said.
“I am,” she laughed. “I had to ride my bike home from practice and it started snowing.” She was happy to hear that at least her voice and breath had steadied.
“It’s snowing?” Luther got up and wandered over to the window to see for himself.
She hung up her coat and pulled off her scarf. “Yes, sir, but its not sticking yet. I forgot we were having company this evening, Daddy. I’m sorry. I was practicing basketball and lost track of time. Coach Owens is letting me start our next game.”
“Well, that’s great, honey,” Hayden replied, smiling broadly. Girls’ basketball may not have been as competitive as football, but it still made him proud that his daughter was doing so well. His other daughter, Kelly had no use for sports, or him, since she lived with the girls’ mother in Akron, Ohio. “Meet our guest. Mr. Dybinski, Michael, this is my daughter, Andy. Andy, this is Walter Dybinski and his son, Michael. Michael’s thinking about coming to Minnesota State next year.”
She politely shook hands with Walter, “Pleased to meet you, sir.”
“You too, young lady,” he replied, smiling. He was a big man with a friendly manner. “So you’re a good basketball player?”
“Well, I play. I’m not to sure about the good part,” she said, returning his smile. Then she turned around to face Michael, whom she’d soon know as Dauber. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” She held out her hand. “What position do you play?”
“I’m a linebacker,” he said, taking her hand in his. His voice was deep, but soft. “Goodness your hands are cold.” He slid his other hand over hers, covering it with of his as if to warm it. “Here, take my seat by the fire, so you can get warm.”
So he was sweet as well as cute. Too bad he was at least four years older than her.
She smiled up at him, “Thank you, but if you all will excuse me, I have to get ready for a friend’s party. It was nice to meet you, both, Mr. Dybinski, Michael. Mr. Burliegh, it’s good the see you. How is Mrs. Shirley?” she acknowledged their last guest.
“She’s just great,” Howard said, cheerfully. “She sends you her love, and said to tell you that anytime you wanted to ‘hang out’ again, just give her a call.”
“I will,” she said. A few weeks before she’d met up with Mr. Burleigh’s wife in town and had reluctantly agreed to have lunch with the lady. Lunch turned into shopping and ice cream before she’d managed to get home. Mrs. Shirley was a bit smothering, but it was also a little bit nice to have a woman around, doting on her, even if it was just for an afternoon. In a strange way, it had made Andy miss her own mother just bit less.
With one last look into Michael’s blue eyes, she pulled her hand away and walked towards her bedroom. “Now, Daddy, remember, you promised to be nice when Ricky gets here.”
Before her door even closed all the way, she heard them talking about football again.