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Not like I thought ( Fulton reed )

(TW:child abuse it's not detailed but it's definitely implied)
Bombay had found Fulton in an alley and had quickly found he was not the kid he had heard about, he wasn't mean or rude or stupid,he was quiet and honestly a really nice kid.

Gordon knew there was something that didn't add up about Fulton reed he just couldn't tell what.the first time he noticed was about half an hour after meeting him. They were in Lewis's van driving to the skate shop to get Fulton the right equipment when a car backfired out side and Fulton flinched hands jerking up to cover his ears before slowly going back to his lap."you ok?" Bombay had asked genuinely ,all he got was a short nod back before Fulton continued to look out the window Bombay had shrugged it off he was just startled not a big deal but he knew now that wasn't the case.

The second time he noticed something was the day of their first real game and Fulton had walked into the locker room a few minutes later than everyone else meaning as he walked in all eyes were on him. He fiddled with the chain around his neck before saying "sorry I had to walk" Bombay had smiled patting him on the back before telling him it was only a few minutes and it was fine. It had happened as he started to get changed the shirt he had on clearly not appropriate to wear underneath hockey gear so he had to take it of and Bombay didn't miss how he looked around trying to see if anyone was watching and as he pulled his shirt up Gordon could see why. Yellowing bruises covered both sides of his ribs some spots still a darker purple than the rest all Bombay could do was look and wonder what the hell happened. But again he brushed it off,he knew Reed was known for getting into fights from conversations he had over head from the rest of the team. He wondered why, i mean according to the team he spent more time suspended or in detention than in an actual class room maybe that's why he's failing,but from what he had seen Fulton was one of the kindest and shyest kids he had ever met, he would never be the one to start a conversation so none of the team payed much attention to him poor kid he thought as they stepped onto the ice.

The ducks were laughing on the detention room as Bombay had finally convinced them all to come back he was glad to have the team back they really were like family even if they had only met a few weeks before. The door was violently shoved open affectively pushing Bombay out of the entrance, a tall man stood there in an old looking grey shirt and some old workman's pants clearly a builder of some kind , his arms were hanging buy his sides fists clenched an expression of anger clear on his face. He glanced down at Bombay towering over him " who the fuck are you" he said in an unusually deep voice " I'm Gordon Bombay I'm there hockey coach and you are" he said holding out his hand with a bright smile hoping to make a good first impression but the man just sighed and looked over Bombay " the fuck is taking you so long move it" he said raising his voice, Fulton walked over slowly with his head down avoiding eye contact with everyone only glancing at Bombay slightly before the man grabbed hie head to shove him out the door and dragging him out through the corridor buy his arm. "Who was that?" Bombay asked gesturing over his shoulder to the door they had just left from, the room stayed silent for a moment before Charlie said "his dad i think" the rest of the group made a sound of agreement indicating that Charlie was right. Bombay just sighed before ushering the ducks out the door to practice
Fulton didn't show
They had another practice over the weekend he was worried Fulton would skip this one to but he didn't he did however show up 10 minutes late so he was just walking in as the rest of the team were leaving Bombay had instructed them to skate laps to warm up so Fulton would have time to get changed. Bombay leaned against the door as Fulton set his bag on the bench, he had a hoodie On and had the hood up his head down. "Fulton" Bombay said trying to get his attention "hmm" was all he got in return as Fulton took things from his bag "why are you late" he said getting annoyed now " this is a team Fulton you can't just disappear and show up when you feel like it"there was a pause for a moment dead silence before Fulton said "sorry" in the quietest voice Bombay had head from him.
Fulton turned slightly head still down his face obscured " me and my dad got into an argument and then I had to walk" he said.
Gordon walked up to him stopping inch's away from the boys face. " can you look at me?" He asked grabbing the boys arm gently to turn him around. Fulton kept his head down for a moment contemplating Bombays request.he slowly lifted his head and pulled his hood down,Bombay now under stood the point of the hood. Fultons eye was bruised and dark he had a healing gash down from his forehead. Gordon held back a gasp before grabbing the young boys face to further examine his injuries. "How did that happen" he said urgently "it's not...."Fulton started trying to calm Bombay down "BULLSHIT!" Bombay yelled more at himself than the boy who stood in front of him.
He immediately regretted this action as Fulton flinched back his breath picking up "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry Fulton" Bombay rushed to say pulling him into a hug.
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They won their game, everyone was ecstatic, they decided to head to the diner afterwards. What happened between Bombay and reed in the locker room was kept between the tow of them. When Peter had asked Fulton how it happened he shrugged and said "the usual"
Everyone at the table laughed assuming the boy was in another fight but Bombay knew that wasn't the case. 

This was the final time the time Bombay finally put tow and tow together.He was enjoying a drink in front of the tv a small celebration he had made so many accomplishments in his life but winning with the ducks was the best one yet.He gave a light chuckle as the person on tv was doing something that brought back memories of Jessie lunging at people twice his size.
The phone rang from the hallway, he groaned before standing up to retrieve the device."Hello?" He said leaning against the table the phone sat on. "Hi is this Gordon Bombay?""yes who's this?" He answered confusion clear in his voice"this is greys Sloan memorial hospital your listed as the emergency contact for Fulton reed he was brought in tonight"
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Gordon felt like his heart was in his throat he imagined this was what parents felt when they heard there child crying for the other side of the house.he rested his hands against the front desk gasping for breath as he had ran practically the entire way to the hospital " I'm looking for Fulton reed I got a call and...." The nurse sat there a small sad smile on her face, she looked to a doctor who stood looking at some chart on the end of a bed to the right of the desk, she made a small gesture with her head and the doctor strode over a sad expression on his face.
"Hi dr Shepard you're Gordon Bombay right?"
"Yes that's me is Fulton here"he asks really starting to get nervous now."yes he is but I'm sorry it's not good"Bombay found himself sinking into a chair full body shaking" he came in after the neighbours reported a disturbance" he paused for a minute before continuing" he has broken ribs a fractured wrist and possible head injury which we are currently monitoring along with several bruises a mix between old and new" dr shepherd sat next to him running a hand down his back in an attempt to provide some comfort."is he ok?"gordon asked voice braking" he's as ok as he can be would you like to see him?"all Bombay could do was nod.
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Fulton was sat on the bench in the centre of the room another nurse stood in-font of him taping up his wrist, Fulton turned his head giving Bombay a decent look at the gash on his forehead head. Before he knew it they were hugging holding each other he could feel Fultons tears on his shirt seeping into his skin through the fabric
Fulton wasn't the kid everyone said he was