Christina’s POV

I saw Evelyna, Jonathan and Patrick dashing up the mountain toward me to come help me out. Patrick’s wound was dressed and covered with his shirt, but he was in no state to help out. His upper arm and shoulder was wrapped up in his own shirt, so he was shirtless. But he didn’t seem to mind the freezing cold. Jonathan helped him to sit down and leaned him against one of the trees that he actually survived the pile of snow. Then the captain ran over and began to help dig.

Eventually the three of us managed to dig to Nathan. He was pale and shivering and looked awful. His eyes were closed and he seemed like he was mostly dead.

“No!” I gasped. “Nathan…” My eyes went wide open with shock and horror.

“Stand back, Christina,” Evelyna said.

“We’ll get him out of there!” Jonathan promised me, putting a comforting hand onto my shoulder.

I just stood, frozen in place, looking at the dying body of the guy I thought I could see having a future with.

Evelyna and Jonathan worked together to get the chains off and somehow managed to do so. They both appeared to be ignited with irritation and it fueled their strength. Together they lifted the mostly unconscious body away from the tree and rested him on the snow, just to the side of the feet of my brother. I ran over to Nathan and knelt next to him, looking at his pale face.

“Christina,” Nathan croaked out, extremely weak. “You came to save me?”

“Of course I came to save you! I couldn’t let him--” I then threw my hands in the aiir as a thought bombarded my thought process. “Oh...ohmygoodness, this is all my fault! If only I’d gotten here sooner!”

“Maybe...maybe its better this way.”

My index finger hovered over his cold, pale lips and shook my head in horror, “Don’t say that. You’ll be alright. We’re together now, everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.” I placed my hand back to my side.

Nathan reached up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, which made me smile a bit. “At least I got to see you and know who my crush was…” He coughed violently and then fell unconscious on the snow. I cradled his limp hand in my own, shaking.

I saw his eyelids flutter shut once more rather dramatically, before I gasped and threw myself onto him, sobbing. “No!” I screamed. “No! Please, please, please don’t leave me Nathan!” I could sense someone moving toward me. It was Patrick and Jonathan, who gasped in shock. The Chicago captain was aiding his friend over, so that he could comfort me.

“Christy…” Patrick’s soft voice called out.

But I was too far gone to care if he found out or not and then I whispered the three little words, as I sobbed, “I love you.” I didn’t care that my brother found out now and knew. I cared for the guy who was dying or was even dead for all I knew. And honestly, I wanted him to know the truth now.


Evelyna’s POV

I watched the winger’s eyes fly open in shock. He took a step backward. Only squeaks came out, as his mouth was parted at the lips.

Jonathan looked at me and folded his arms. Had he just heard Patrick’s sister correctly? Yes. I nodded to him and he shook his head. Our silent communication was clear and only we knew what one another were thinking. It was a strange sibling thing.

Before anyone could speak or move, Nathan convulsed again, like he had been underwater and was coughing up sea stuff. He blinked awake and moaned. I saw my friend rise up and wipe her eyes. The Avalanche forward was okay! He pushed himself upward and gave a weak smile.

“I love you too, Christina.”

“Unbelievable!” I heard the blond Blackhawk gasp.

So now the truth with Christina and I and who we cared about and had a crush on was out there. I loved Val Nichushkin, a Dallas Star and Christina had the hots for Nathan MacKinnon, a Colorado Avalanche player.

“Let’s leave the three of them alone,” I said to my brother and pulled him over to the boulder.

“So, how are we going to find Seguin? Did Sidney tell you where he is?”

“No. I assume he’s going to text me or send me one of his little cute letters or whatever. I almost had the son of a bitch, but he used Nichy against me, Jonny!” I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re going to find the Dallas Star and save him. We succeeded with Nathan, why would Val be any different?”

“You’re right.” I was rather shocked, but then again I knew my brother listened to reason and he was a wise man. He knew that being angry with me liking a simple Dallas Star Russian player was not a smart idea. And he knew that if I was happy, he was happy and that was all he cared about really. He was the best captain in the NHL and I was gracious to have him as my baby brother.

“Listen, Eve, if you love this Valeri Nichushkin, I’m behind you 100 percent. I’m here as your brother and I got no right telling you or your heart who to pick as a partner. I promise, I will learn to love the guy!”

“Thanks Jonny.”

We hugged and turned back to find that Christina was explaining her story to Patrick and to Nathan, who looked absolutely lost. The blond man was nodding, but he was staring at the Avalanche player, like he was skeptical of him. Eventually he smiled a sweet “Kaner” grin and appeared to approve of Nathan.

“I mean, he has blond hair and blue eyes like your older brother, here!” Patrick chuckled.

Christina smacked his good arm, playfully. “Stop it, Patrick!”

And soon, we all walked down to the car in the lot and got in. Christina held onto Nathan like a leech, while Patrick was in the protective arms of Jonathan Toews.

“Okay, okay, Tazer, you can stop manhandling me now. I would not like to attract a crowd and have people publish a story like, Jonathan Toews dates Patrick Kane. Or something cheesy like that.”

“Trust me, I am the last person who would ever dream of having those feelings for you Lil Peekaboo.”

“Shut up Jonny.”

“So, how are we going to do this, Kaner can’t exactly come with us now, can he? He’s mortally wounded?”

“Fucking arrow!” Patrick cussed, spitting on the ground in frustration. “First I get hit with a fucking airplane debris object and now I get shot with an arrow...in the same arm!”

I turned to face the two Blackhawks, while Nathan and Christina shared a tender moment to the side, kissing one another. I wasn’t sure if that was a smart thing to do, but then I saw Nathan’s hands cradle my friend’s neck and face and they looked well lost in the moment. So I decided to leave it. Kaner was busy bickering and fooling around with his better half anyway.

“Would you like me to kiss your boo-boo, Kanerboo?” Jonathan teased, tightening his hold on Patrick, like he was serious about it.

“No, ew gross! Don’t put your lips on me!” the blond whined, struggling to pull free from his friend.

“Come on Kaner Baby.”

I choked back the giggles, as I watched the two of them.

“Don’t EVER call me Kanerboo or Kaner Baby!”

“But I LOVE you!”

“Jonny, stop it! I mean it!”

“But I love you!”

“Jonny, let me go or I swear, when I heal up, I will slap a puck so hard, straight for your face!”

Jonathan let Patrick go, raising his hands up. The blond let his defenses down and the brunette seized the opportunity to make his move. He leaned over and pecks Patrick on the lips real quickly, before stepping back and busting out in laughter. I watched as the smaller forward wiped his lips and had a disgusted look etched on his face.

“Dammit, Jonny!”

“Haha! I kissed Patrick Kane!” my brother proclaimed, before getting punched in the gut by the crippled blondie.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough you two. I think everyone understands just how tight you two are...and how much you are in love with one another!” I exclaimed, stepping forward, in-between the two Blackhawks.

Patrick kept pawing at his mouth, to get off the taste of his teammate. He wasn’t too pleased and it was really bothering him.

“Yeah, don’t force it down their throats!” Christina tacked on, as she finished making out with Nathan and came over, smiling largely.

“Like Jonny wants to do with his tongue in Kaner’s mouth, right?” Nathan chirped.

“Uh,” I heard Christina begin.

“You really want to get on the bad side of Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.?” Jonathan questioned.

“Don’t anybody fuck with me anymore. Okay? I’ve had a bad day as is.” Patrick cradled his arm and looked at the ground.

“Yes, yes, poor you. Poor Patrick Kane, because he is the ONLY one in the group who was kidnapped, bound and gagged and injured. Poor sweet baby blondie!” I cooed, sarcastically.

“Point taken, Evelyna!” Patrick growled.

“Hey, you started this. And as the best friend of your younger sister, we’re taking you back to Chicago, where you can hang with Sharpy.”

“But--!”

“I’m not dragging your ass around and having you be more useless then--” I started to explain further, before being interrupted by the blond winger.

“--Nichushkin!” Patrick tried.

I pretended to ignore his comment.

Jonathan elbowed him in the ribs violently and frowned. “No.” He nodded for me to continue and made sure that his friend didn’t push things. I was certain Patrick Kane did not want to learn about my wrath.

“--John Scott.”

It was at that very moment, luckily and thank goodness, that a car zoomed into the lot. It skidded to a halt behind the Blackhawks. A window rolled down and a slip of paper flew out onto the ground. Then the vehicle launched off once more.

I went up and picked it up.

“Let me guess,” Christina complained, folding her arms over her chest. Nathan saw the move and thought she was cold. He reached over and hugged her close to him. It was rather sweet. She smiled and they kissed again.

“--Sidney.”

“Crosby?” Patrick questioned.

“No, Kaner, Sydney, Australia!” Jonathan joked with a roll of his eyes. He muttered something under his breath, which made the blond man face him.

“Yes, it’s Sidney Crosby. Its the next letter.”

“Well, what does it say?” Patrick demanded.

Christina pulled Nathan closer to her and gripped his wrist tightly with her hand. He didn’t seem to mind it though.

I unfolded the paper and began to read the letter:

My sweet rescue quartet,

I know you all are missing me. Right Evelyna?? Have you told EVERYONE what happened with us yet? Nah, that’s okay, I’ll leave it alone and let you all work it out. How’s blondie doing? I’m sure he’s like, “piss off Sid” or “fuck you Sid” and well, I know Jonathan probably says, “I’ll fuck you too Kaner”.

I looked up and saw Jonathan and Patrick bright red in the face. It was one thing for them to joke to themselves, but it was another to have it be Sidney fooling around and joking like that. I gulped, feeling sympathy for my poor brother.

Then I continued to read:

I saw that kiss you two had. Don’t worry, I took a picture of it, to capture the moment. I’ll make sure to send it to Q, the Hawks, and everyone. But I really am sorry you can’t carry on anymore thanks to your wound, Kaner. Sorry it had to end like this. But I’m sure once everything is over, Jonathan may still be alive and he can take you into the----

“Okay, I’m skipping the rest of that. Sorry guys,” I apologized and scanned the letter, to where it ended basically saying that Sidney thought “Tazer” was going to ravish “Kaner” with sex (in the bedroom).

Skipping ahead, I continued to read aloud:

Did you all find Nathan MacKinnon and get to him in time? I do hope so. I’d hate to know that poor Christina Kane had her heart broken. So tragic. But I’m sure he was saved and that true love’s kiss prevailed. I’m also certain that Kanerboo didn’t exactly enjoy it.

Alright, I’ll leave the lovers and blondie alone now, let’s get down to business, eh? Tyler Paul Seguin. You’re dying to know where the Heart-Throb is, right? Of course you are! Well, here is your precious clue for the man...you’ll find him locked away in a tower, as the time ticks by. One second closer to Tyler’s horrible death. Find him quickly and he lives, but the longer it takes, the greater chance he has to die.

Good luck,

Sidney Crosby

“Ugh...what the hell does that mean?” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I may not care much about Seguin, but I can agree that he doesn’t deserve to die. Injured, yes...die, no!”

“I agree completely, Eve!” Christina nodded.

“So, where do we start?” Jonathan asked.

I looked from Nathan and Christina to the Dynamic Duo of Chicago. I had no idea. I was still trying to get the image of Sidney’s lips on mine out of my head. He was a bastard...an evil bastard and he was dead. I wished that I could know what I had done to him. And I wished Christina could try to remember as well, but with no memory, it was difficult to do. We would have to try and find Tyler and save him.

And then I could finally get the clue for Val. I desperately wanted to find my Russian baby and know that he was still alive and well.

“Evelyna, it’s going to be okay.” I spun to Christina, who had a hold of Nathan’s wrist, but had stepped forward toward me. She had a look of sympathy for me. “You had faith we would find Nathan and look, we have. He is safe thanks to you!”

She was right. “I understand that, but I can’t help feel like something bad is going to happen. I don’t think I could...no….I couldn’t stand to see it!”

“See what?”

I shook with horror. “The bloodied, mangled body of my baby Russian!” I swallowed hard, as I began to imagine the sight. It made me cry. “He can’t die!!” I wailed and lost it. “Valeri!” I sobbed, covering my face. It was a horrible, horrible image. I wanted it gone from my head!

Christina, Jonathan, Nathan and Patrick all came and huddled around me, as I broke down. But we had to find Tyler and fast...where was he??

Notes

NOOOOOOO!!!!! Horrible image, horrible, horrible, sick, damming image!!!! Never!! Val won't die!!
Okay, so I can't help but play with the bromance...Kazer's soooooo funny and awesome!! I hope you all are finding their little moments heart-warming and funny! :D

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