Everything I could ask for. (Completed)

Madeline skated onto the ice, the lights in the Conte forum flickering off and on. She breathed in and out, trying not to think about all the pressure. Her agent, her advisor, her parents, her brothers, Aaron, Morgan, her team. She closed her eyes while she stretched to warm up. She flashbacked to one of her earliest hockey memories.

"Daddy, Daddy did you see that! I scored!" Madeline Thomas let the snow come down on her. "Yes Mads I saw. Our own personal Gretzky in the house!" Tyler Gilmore smirked, as he laced up Madeline's Bauer skates tighter. "She only scored, because we let her." Tyler Jr. said as he went top shelf on one of the NHL nets Tyler got them for christmas last year. "Tyler stop it. You've improved Madeline!" Jack shook his head. "She hasn't improved that much, she's still in Mites." Tyler came over and snowed Jack, who was playing goalie at the moment. "Wow dude not cool." Jack wiped away the snow on his adidas pants. "Be nice to your sister. One day she's going to be playing alongside of you at the Olympics. Include her. Watch her. I am going inside." Tyler undid his skates as he threw on skate guards and waltzed inside. "Jacky can I be goalie!" Madeline whined as she threw her Easton stick onto the ice. "No Mads. Just keep trying to score on me." Madeline was not that skilled of a skater yet, she was only in Mites and she was mildly ok. She skated over to Jack, as Tyler fell, colliding with Madeline. She started to cry. At 5 she was still a little girl. "Mads are you ok?" Tyler asked as he reached for her forehead. He wiped away blood. "JACK. Go get Dad! Go get Dad NOW." Madeline didn't know what was going on. "What's wrong Ty Ty?" She saw blood on his hand. "Nothing Mads. Do you feel okay?" She felt okay. Jack skated back onto the ice with her father in tow. "What the hell happened Tyler!" Tyler Sr yelled as he grabbed Madeline and carried her inside. "Dad we fell it wasn't my fault. She's tiny." The four of them came into the house as Gabby started going into one of her fits. "This is why she shouldn't be playing!" Tyler ignored her as he held a towel up to Madeline's forehead. "We need to get her to the Leafs Doctors. They can stitch her up nicely." He grabbed her and carried her into the car. "Well Madeline your just like me now.Scars and all. Just keep holding up the towel to your forehead for me. Ok?" She nodded in the backseat of her father's SUV.

Madeline opened her eyes as she looked over at her family, she gave them a quick smile and skated over to the red line, to prepare for opening line ups. Once she hopped onto the red line she touched the scar on her forehead, the one from the accident. And stared back at her dad. He looked older now then he ever did, wrinkles were settling in, he always said the rink kept him ageless but now him stepping away from it after 8 years it was settling in. Who else could say they got to play from age 18-42. Not a lot of people, but Tyler Gilmore Sr can say it. She wanted to be just like him. She looked down at her stick. Especially at the butt. How could she of not seen it? Next to the #5 on her butt, an ode to Aaron was her fathers handwriting. "Play for the little girl on the pond in our backyard. Play for that girl." Madeline was going to, University of Vermont had nothing on her. She was Madeline Fucking Gilmore. "Let's go get 'em Fitzy." Madeline whispered to Ryan who was standing next to her. "That's the plan Gilly." He fist bumped her.

If Vermont wanted a piece of her, they'll get their shot at her.

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