No Place I'd Rather Be...

Carlton Lassiter and Juliet O’Hara grabbed Keith Ballard, who was slowly recovering from his second hit. They marched him out of the house and toward a cop car. He was slammed against it and handcuffed.

“You’re going straight to jail!” Carlton snapped.

“Go ahead, it won’t save Patrick Kane though.”

“Shut up.”

“He’s bleeding out...probably gonna be dead in a few minutes.”

“I said shut up!”

The two shoved him into the back of the cop car and then two other officers had Fred and shoved him in as well. Before the door was slammed shut, Keith looked over, smirking, “Let us know the time that the little blond winger dies.”

“Oh, you sicken me, get him outta here!” the Head Detective growled. He slammed the door shut, trapping the two serial killers inside of the vehicle.

Then the two were driven off to jail.


Back inside, Jonathan Toews carefully cut Patrick Kane down from the bar and laid him on the floor. His face was deathly pale and covered with blood. The Chicago Captain carefully peeled away the black tape and then cradled the blond’s head with his hands.

“Please, please stay with me, Patrick!” Jonathan whined. “Don’t die on me, Kaner.”

Shawn and Gus came over to them. Gus passed the leader a damp cloth and the Blackhawk began to dab at his friend’s wounds and clean him off a little bit. He wrapped a clean dry cloth around Patrick’s bleeding neck and tried to stop any and all of the blood leaking out. He continually felt for a pulse, but it grew fainter and fainter with each minute.

And then it stopped.

“PATRICK!!” Jonathan screamed, tears flooding from his eyes. He dropped down and pressed his lips against Patrick’s. He was trying desperately to revive his friend and wake him up like a fairy tale, but he wasn’t waking or moving.

“Uh, Mr. Toews?” Shawn tried. “Jonathan!”

“PEEKSY!!!! PLEASE WAKE UP!! PLEASE!!”

“Mr. Toews?” Gus tried.

Jonathan stroked Patrick’s hair, as he kissed him. He was sobbing uncontrollably now. He closed his eyes, unable to remain looking at his poor teammate, his tears dripping off of his face and onto Patrick’s bloody pale face. Jonathan knew he was getting some of his friend’s blood on him, but he didn’t care.

A few agonizing seconds past, before the blond was lifted onto a stretcher and raced to the hospital. Jonathan demanded that he stay and go with his friend to the hospital. And he did. He refused to leave him. He never wanted to leave him again.

He always had Patrick’s back and he wasn’t about to break that promise now. He’s be with him until the end. But he hoped...desperately that Patrick would survive, that he would be okay and that he would come back to his arms.

They sped to the ER with Jonathan clutching tightly to Patrick’s hand. “You’ll be okay, Peeksy, you’ll be okay. I swear!” Jonathan kept saying that over and over again. He was trying to reassure himself, but it only made him well up with more tears.

Jonathan was torn from his friend, as he was wheeled quickly into an empty emergency room. He fought with two nurse who restrained him, knowing that he couldn’t intervene. But if Patrick died, he wanted to be there.

“PATRICK!!” he wailed, finally being forced into a seat outside the room by the nurses. “I won’t lose you! No!!”

Hours later, the head doctor walked up to him. He had calmed down, but had his face buried in his hands and was crying, just letting all of the sorrow he felt out. He looked at the doctor hopefully.

“Is he…?”

“I’m afraid--”

“No...NO!! Don’t fucking tell me he’s--no!! Kaner...Peeks...my Peeksy!”

“He’s fine. He’s alive. He lost a lot of blood, but you saved him. If you hadn’t stopped the bleeding on his neck, he wouldn’t have made it.”

Jonathan smiled and laughed a little bit, cracking a smile. “Can I see him?”

“Of course. We took care of those nasty scars and cuts and luckily they will all heal and none of them are necessarily deep. He is extremely lucky.”

“That he is Doc, that he is. He’s my little Peekaboo! He’s the bravest and toughest man I know.”

Jonathan entered the room and saw Patrick sitting up in the bed. The color had returned to his face, which wasn’t caked red with blood anymore. And he was grinning. He looked at his teammate, who entered the room.

“JONNY!!” Patrick exclaimed.

“Patrick, oh Peeks, I’m so happy that you are alright! I thought I’d lost you!” the Captain of the Blackhawks darted forward and carefully threw his arms around his fragile friend.

“Never Jonny!” Patrick muffled into his centre’s shoulder. Then they broke apart and looked at each other lovingly. The blond cocked his head. “Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime buddy. I love you, Peeks.” Jonathan grabbed Patrick’s chin and tilted it up to his face and kissed him. And the blond let him, enjoying it.

“I love you too Jonny, more than Tyler loves Jamie or Sidney loves Geno or the Sedin Twins!” Patrick moaned in his lover’s mouth. “You’re my man Jonny...you’re my lover!”

“And I will always be here for you. Always.”

Patrick chuckled.

Notes

Awwwww Patrick's okay!!!! I couldn't hurt Jonny like that. Of course not!! :PPPP
Aren't they so cute together. Nothing, no bromance can ever beat the awesomeness of Kazer! :)


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