One Magical Night

Patrick Kane was scrimmaging with Jonathan Toews the next day in practice. They had grabbed a puck and were loosely warming up, fooling around at centre ice. The other Blackhawk players were at either blue line, split into two groups. A few took shots on goal, while some went to the side of the rinks and did some puck possession exercises (namely what I am going to call the “Kaner Drill”). Those who were doing the exercise, had three pucks total with them. Two were used as cones, while the third was stick-handled around them.

Jonathan dropped the puck and scooped it up immediately in his stick’s blade. Patrick dug his stick in and attempted to pull the disk away from his buddy. (See this video for the look: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjhosug9zOM)

“Come on and get me, Kaner!” Jonathan taunted, as he turned his back on Patrick.

Patrick rammed into him and stole the puck away in a swift move. He flashed a clever smirk.

Even though it was all for show and warming up, the two attempted to put in some effort. They didn’t go full out, by wanting to hurt one another, knowing they needed to save their strength for the games coming up. They really just half-assed it.

The younger superstar hip-checked his friend. "Hey, Johnny, wanna hang out after practice? Just you and me?" He skated in a circle, maneuvering the black disk in his blade.

Jonathan allowed him to handle the object for a few seconds, as he slipped out of concentration, thinking about the redhead he had magically fallen in love with. His girlfriend. "Nah, I'm sorry, I already got plans."

"What? What plans?"

"Plans with Aari."

"That girl? You're still gonna hang out with her?" Patrick frowned. He pausing in his skating for a second.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes and took the puck back from his old roommate. "Yea...is there a problem with that?"

"Can't you see? She's trouble!"

"How can she be trouble? She loves me! And I love her!"

"No she doesn't! She's gonna hurt you! Stay away from her!" Patrick stuck his face right at his friends. He wasn’t going to budge from his position.

Jonathan stomped his foot on the ice. He narrowed his eyes and tensed up, sticking his face out at his friend. They touched noses briefly, as he snarled, "Who are you to tell me what to do!? I know her better than you do, Kaner!"

"Well, I know when a girl's around just to mess around. Don't let her fool ya, Tazer!"

"No one can fool me and that includes you! Just stay outta our business and don't tell me that she's wants to hurt me!" He spun around and started to skate away from Patrick.

"I'm here to protect you!" The blonde player followed his friend. He caught up with him at the center dot and halted his forward progress, with a hand to his shoulder.

The Blackhawk captain was beginning to grow irritated and he whipped around at once. His eyes flashed with fury and a passionate fire. "You are not protecting me, Kaner, you’re just making problems! Go away!" He turned back around and clenched his fists, balling them up tightly at his side. He tried to control his surging anger, but Patrick Kane wasn’t aiding him out any.

"No! You are not gonna hang out with her! Stay away from her!"

"Stop telling me what to do!!!!" Jonathan whipped back around once more and brought his fist to Patrick’s face. He punched his younger teammate square in the face, knocking him backward, almost off his skates.

Patrick recovered and grabbed his nose. Blood had been drawn. That was it. He was done being nice and trying to help his friend out. He had experience with females. He was Patrick Timothy Kane Jr. the Chicago Blackhawk who scored most of the ladies on the road! He was the ladies man, not Jonathan Toews. And he knew more about females than his captain did.

"What the hell?!" Patrick spat.

He launched off, swinging his fist at Jonathan, who ducked out of the way. He missed big time, almost throwing himself off his own skates in the process. He was like PK Subban, when he fought Brad Marchand, swinging his fist in the first move and missing wide of the target. Both had their gloves off and had tied one another up, gripping on tightly. Jonathan landed the first blow to Patrick’s face once again. He knocked the mouthpiece from his friend’s mouth. The shaggy blonde haired man was no fighter and it was evident. But he held his ground, unable to untangle himself. And he had to stand up for his side of the argument.

The violent hit and scrum had drawn the attention of the other Blackhawks on the ice. They all turned to watch the two superstar friends fighting one another.

“Alright! Alright! Break it up! Break it up you two! Lil Peekaboo and To-ez, stop it now!” Patrick Sharp and Andrew Shaw skated forward.

Andrew grabbed Patrick, yanking him backward. Patrick Sharp grabbed onto Jonathan and pulled him back. Both hockey players were alive with anger. Their friends attempted to calm them down.

“Johnny, stop! That’s Kaner!!” Patrick Sharp scolded, slapping the man on the shoulder, attempting to knock him out of it.

“Kaner, you can’t fight your captain! He’s your friend!”

“Yeah, he’s my “friend,” Shawzy!” Patrick Kane shook himself from the hold of Andrew and glared at Jonathan, who returned the look with more ferocity.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable tension on the ice, Jonathan and Patrick slowly calmed down. They skated away from each other, heading to opposite sides of the rink. They shot dirty looks to each other, as they skated off down the ice. Patrick Sharp joined Jonathan, keeping an eye on him, while Andrew kept an eye on Patrick Kane.


Soon they were back on track and focused on the drills. Though the two didn’t speak to each other, Jonathan was eventually assigned to be on Patrick Kane’s side, by the coach. He knew better than to protest, but he reluctantly went over and joined the side.

Patrick was already having scoring issues. He couldn’t buy a goal and he missed every wide open shot he had. (Kind of like Brad Marchand and the Bruins in the Canadiens series) Finally he had enough.

As Jonathan skated down to his position at the net, directed by the coaching staff, Patrick received the puck and shot it, in fury, right at his best friend, who stood in front of the goal, providing the shield in front of Corey Crawford. It hit him just under the eye, cutting him there.

“FUCK!! DAMMIT!! SON OF A----!!” Patrick roared and slammed his stick down on the hard ice surface, snapping the blade off and sending it flying into the boards with a loud clank! He threw the handle to the side. He threw a temper tantrum, stomping his stakes on the ice, as though he wanted the surface to crack, so he would tumble into the freezing waters below.

Jonathan screamed in agony, dropping downward, as he covered his face. He tossed his stick down in the process. Tears flooded his eyes, as the dams broke. “Fuck you Kaner!” He managed to get back to his skates, recovering and streaked off to the exit tunnel. He stormed off, leaving the irate blonde man, steaming red in fury.

Notes

OMG I really like how this turned out!! Kaner is a fiery little man, but yeah...he can't fight and he'd be destroyed by Tazer.
So would this technically be labeled a catfight???? ;)
I'd also like to credit my friend A Shruinger on helping my with the dialogue in the scene! THANKS!!!! :D