Michaela walked into the crowded locker room. Yells and laughter surrounded her, making it harder to make sure that all the players were ready for their big game against the Vancouver Canucks. Today was Michaela’s first night working for the Blackhawks, and to say she was nervous was an understatement. She needed to show her brother, Coach Queeneville, but mostly herself, that she could take on the responsibility. She looked down at her clipboard checking to see if she had missed anyone. She scanned down the paper with the names of all the Blackhawks and noticed she had one more player to check out, Patrick Kane.

Michaela sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy. Ignoring Patrick was harder then she thought it was going to be. But, this was her job, which was going to be on the line if she messed up. Making her towards Pat’s stall she was stopped by Sharpie and Burish.

“Working hard tonight, Mic?” Burish asked while wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Always!” She laughed.

“So how’s your boyfriend?” Sharpie asked laughing.

“Shut up!” Michaela said before slapping Sharpie’s chest. “He’s not my boyfriend.” Michaela added, mumbling.

“Well, it looks like he’s last on the list. You better hop to then!” Burish smirked while pushing her lightly towards Patrick.

“I hate both of you, you know that?” Michaela said before she arrived to Patrick’s stall.

“They always come back for more.” Patrick smirked when he saw Michaela walking towards him.

“Ew, don’t flatter yourself. I’m just doing my job. How are you feeling?” Michaela asked rolling her eyes.

“Well, I’m feeling a little hurt down south.” Pat laughed.

“Patrick this isn’t funny. This is my job, can we just get this over with please?” Michaela sighed.

“Come on, I was just trying to have a little fun! Loosen up.And I’m fine, I feel great, so there is nothing to worry about.” Patrick said honestly.

That’s the thing Michaela hated most about Patrick. He could be a complete ass one minute, and then become a caring guy that she would like to be friends with. Nothing with Pat was easy. It was always going to be a game with him.

“Thanks, good luck tonight.” Michaela said before turning to leave to talk to Coach about how the boys were feeling tonight.

“Michaela!” Pat called out to her.

Michaela smiled to herself before turning around. “Yeah?”

“Thanks.” He said giving her his famous half smile.

Michaela knew better then to fall for his smile and for his puppy dog eyes. But at that moment, she didn’t care, something within her just wanted to hug him and be with him. She wished she could be the one he runs to with his problems, the one he hugs first after a big win, the one he hates leaving for a game but loves being reunited with once he comes home. But, she couldn’t change Patrick’s ways. And that hurt her more then anything.

“Whatever.” Michaela half smiled before walking to find Coach.

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The arena was packed with a sea of blue and white to the nosebleed seats tonight. There were a few pops of red jerseys in the seats, but the Canuck fans were looking for win tonight. The game was in full swing, Blackhawks winning by one. There was still five minutes left in the second period. The crowds were loud and everything was going by so fast. Before I knew it, Patrick was being rushed to the bench, covered in blood. He had just been tripped by one of the Canucks his body slamming hard on the ice, face hitting the blade of another players skate.

“Michaela, take him to the locker room. Your done for the night Patrick.” Coach told us.

“No way! I have to keep playing.” Patrick said wincing at the pain he was in.

“Go Patrick.” Joel said staying firm in his decsion. “ This is an easy win, we’ll be fine. We don’t need you to hurt yourself more then you already have. Now get your ass down to the locker room. Michaela, you took your first aid course, go with him and try your best to help before the doctor gets here.”

Patrick cringed as he tried to walk on his own.

“Come here.” Michaela said softly. She walked over to him and draped his arm around her shoulder.

Once the two made it to the locker room, Michaela sat Patrick down on one of the tables. Michaela grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. She also grabbed a first aid kit.

“This might sting a little.” Michaela said before cleaning his cut face.

“Shit” Patrick mumbled under his breath.

“I’m sorry.” Michaela said, trying her hardest not to hurt him. Once she washed his face she placed gauze and band aids on his cuts.

“Does anything else hurt?” Michaela asked. She hated seeing him like this. He was in so much pain, and there was nothing she could do.

“I feel pretty hard on my chest.” Patrick said while wincing again.

Michaela helped him talk off his jersey carefully, making sure she lifted his arms so she wouldn’t cause him more pain. She then took of his pads and undershirt, revealing his chiseled chest. There was a large red and purple mark on his chest, which was already bruising.

She traced the bruise with her fingertips. She looked up and glancing up towards Patrick. He looked so vulnerable, and it that moment, she thought she saw something that she had never before seen in his eyes. Something that she wasn’t sure she had ever seen before in anyone. Love.

Michaela quickly looked down. But Patrick put his fingers under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. She looked so innocent, so pure. Patrick could tell she was worried about how hurt he was, but at this moment, the pain didn’t matter. He started to lean in, looking her straight in the eyes. She then leaned in, closing her eyes. Once there lips barely met, she crashed hers onto his. They had both never felt this way before. The kiss was long and lingering, both never wanting this moment to end.

Notes

Hey everyone! I know I haven't posted in so long, and there is no excuse. But hopefully I will be able to post more often again. I love this chapter so much, so please enjoy! Remember to rate 10 stars and comment if you want more! Love you all(: