Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Meanwhile, back in Chicago, Jonathan Toews rushes over from his car. He wants to check up on his best friend and bid him farewell. He also wants to confirm the evening’s plans. He finds the trunk lid still wide open and no Patrick. His bag and stuff is inside, but as the older man rounds the car to check if Patrick is inside, he is nowhere.

“Kaner!” he calls out, hoping that maybe Patrick was still around.

He hears nothing however and his heart begins to race in his chest. Where is his best friend? He decides to try again.

“KANER!!??”

Still no answer. He walks back to the trunk and closes the lid. Then he rushes back to the United Center and bursts into the building through the player’s entrance. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest and his anxiety is at it’s peak. He screams for his teammate and accidentally collides with Andrew Shaw.

“Sorry, Shawzy.”

“No problem. What’s going on?”

“Have you seen Kaner?”

The two men scramble to their feet once more.

“No. He was in the parking lot, going home. I figured you two were--” The pest wagged his eyebrows playfully.

“No the time to joke, Shawzy. I need to find him.”

“Well, where would he have vanished to?”

“I don’t know. He left his trunk wide open.”

Andrew puts a finger to his temple in a classic thinking position. Then he hatches an idea and suggests, “Maybe someone kidnapped him?”

“Kidnapped Kaner? Ha! No, I would’ve heard him scream.”

“What if he couldn’t?”

“Look, Shawzy, you’re not making this any better for me.” Jonathan’s stomach is tightening with dread. He can’t help but agree with Andrew’s possible suggestion to Patrick’s bizarre disappearance. But who would kidnap him?

“I’m sorry. Ask Sharpy, maybe he knows. After all he could be pulling a prank on you.”

“I pretty sick and cruel prank if that is true.”

Andrew shrugs, pats his Captain on the shoulder and then walks off. Jonathan continues walking quickly toward the locker room. He enters and immediately spots the prankster, but still no Patrick. Brent is with him.

“Sharpy!” Jonathan snaps. “Come here. Now.”

Patrick Sharp turns to look at his leader. He is flummoxed, but he walks over. “What’s wrong, To-ez?”

“Kaner. Where is he?”

“You think I kidnapped my teammate? That’s low.” Sharpy looks down and shakes his head in a scolding fashion.

“Well, I thought...actually it was Shawzy.”

“Shawzy! That mutt! No, I’d never prank you like that, buddy.” He pats the brunette on the shoulder in reassurance.

“That’s what I thought. But where is he? Where’s Patrick Kane?”

Sharpy shoots a glance in the direction of his defenseman friend, who comes over.

“What’s going on?”

“Jonny’s lost his lover, Kanerboo!”

Jonathan is too petrified inside to argue or retaliate to the comment. His eyes are wide and he is scared and worried. Something bad has happened to his best friend and closet lover. He leaves the locker room, dropping his head. He leans against the wall in the hallway, trying to formulate his thoughts and figure out what has happened to his teammate.

“Where are you Patrick? I’m worried sick!” he mutters to himself, as he looks up and across at the pictures of past Blackhawks on the wall.

Soon, Patrick and himself will grace the wall as two of Chicago’s best. But for now, they are still active and he needs to find Patrick.

Notes

Find him Jonny!! Hurry, before Sunday the 21st when the Hawks play the Maple Leafs and I will cracking up!! XD
Anyone willing and wanting to ruin a hockey game by reading bizarre fan fiction, raise your hand? *raises own hand*
Oh yes, Sunday is going to be one big laugh riot!! :D


Next up: Uh, Kessel rapes Kaner...wow...this is going to be updated on Game Day! WOOOO!!!! XDDDDDDDD