Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Jonathan is a mess. He is sitting in his locker stall at Johnny’s IceHouse. He glances over at the empty stall of his friend and sniffles. He has spent the last two days and earlier that day searching around Chicago for Patrick Kane. He has been asking lots of people the same question, “have you seen my friend?” hoping for any other response other than “no, I haven’t, I’m sorry.” But that is all he has gotten.

Where is he? Where is Patrick Kane...Kaner...Peekaboo?

After finally getting a break in his sob fest, Andrew and Brandon walk up to him, concerningly. They both put an arm on his shoulders.

“Where’s Kaner? You and him didn’t fight did you?” Andrew jokes lightly.

“No! We’d never, ever, fight. I’d never hurt my baby!” Jonathan retorts, rather harshly.

The pest rolls his eyes and raises his hands up in defense. “Whoa, okay man, just a question.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you,” Jonathan rubs his eyes, which hurt from crying over his missing lover. “Please, have you seen my friend Patrick? Maybe he told you something.” He looks at them hopefully.

Andrew shakes his head and Brandon does the same.

“Haven’t seen Kaner for a few days.”

“I don’t know what happened to him. He wasn’t at his car, which hasn’t left the lot at all, not in the UC...it’s like he just vanished.”

“Look, I’m sure he’ll be back. Give it some time. If he’s not back by the end of tomorrow, than we’ll help you out and find him.”

“I just hope that he does show up. I miss him so much. It’s not the same without Patrick Kane here with us...with me.”

“Yeah. It’ll be okay, Jonny,” Brandon smiles, attempting to cheer the man up. “He’ll come home.”

But Jonathan only nods. He wants to believe them. He really wants to, but it has been two days, almost three now and Patrick still hasn’t shown up. What has happened for him to vanish like this? They walk off and he drops his head into his hands and sobs. “Patrick, please come back. I need you, buddy. I need you.”

And that’s when the dark thoughts enter his head. He pictures his blond friend getting kidnapped by a sick madman and stabbed to death. Then he is shot with a gun. Blood flies everywhere. He screams.

“PATRICK!!”

He can’t think like that. He can’t think that his friend is dead or hurt. Patrick Kane is brave. He is handsome, yes, but he will fight. He has a mouth on him, that Jonathan knows. It’s sexy, but sometimes needs to just shut up.

For the rest of the day, Jonathan is mopey and not in a good mood. He just mindlessly stickhandles a puck and lets the alternate captains take the practice over. He’s not feeling like leading. Not without Patrick there to throw him a friendly insult or two.

He is miserable. Absolutely miserable. But what can he do?

(Poor Jonny...)

After the practice, the guys all keep their distances from him, but show concern and sympathy. They know how much the blond man means to the brunette. He grabs his stuff and heads out the rink to his car. He climbs in and sighs deeply.

That’s when he spots something in his side mirror. It’s a figure...with blond hair.

Notes

Poor Jonny indeed...is he going to find Kaner??
So I hope everyone's Christmas or Holidays were awesome!! No matter what you celebrate/celebrated, I do hope that it was a good time and not bad. I got a hockey stick from my father for Christmas and I have named him Klyushka, which means "hockey stick" in Russian. I named him such thanks to the wonderful Nichy of the Dallas Stars. (And Showtime didn't fit as well...maybe if he were black and red...)
Anyway...


Next up: More with Kessel and Kaner ... uh ... Kessner ... (Hate that combo!)