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Project Blackhawk (or The Blackhawk Experiment)

Jonathan Toews is Apart of the Colorado Avalanche?

Andrew Shaw, Dave Bolland and Brandon Bollig returned to their teams. Dave to the Florida Panthers and Brandon to the San Jose Sharks. Andrew returned to the new Chicago. Here, he learned about the changes first hand.

He walked into the locker room. He spotted only a select few familiar faces in their. He recognized Brandon Saad, Bryan Bickell, Patrick Sharp and Adam Burish. That was it. Phil Kessel was still a Blackhawk and he was picking at his teeth. He looked gross and for once, Andrew actually considered the fact that he missed Jonathan Toews. Oh, and Phil wore the “C” on his jersey.

Andrew gulped and walked over to Brandon. “Saader, Saader, what--?”

“Shawzy, where have you been, buddy?” Brandon questioned. He grabbed Andrew’s wrist and yanked him up against him. He hugged him tightly and placed a kiss on his head. “I missed you so much!”

“Shawzy! Saader! NO MAKING LOVE IN THIS LOCKER ROOM!!” Phil’s voice boomed out.

Brandon looked down at his feet, ashamed. Andrew bit his lip. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He was gay with Saader??

“You wanna turn out like Marchy and Segs in Boston? Huh? Look at how that’s turned out, IT HAS NOT!!” Phil continued to snap. “Sharpy, Bur come with me and let’s get to the rink!”

“Yes Captain Kessel!” Adam responded, grabbing his prankster friend and following the big grotesque captain out of the room.

“Marchy and Segs? What happened to them?”

“You don’t remember. Segs never matured and he slowly became a no-name. He still loves Marchy though, but the two are hurting Boston, they’re like the opposite of Landy and Tazer in Colorado.”

“Wait, what?”

“Uh, are you feeling okay, Shawzy?”

“Yeah, but you said something about Landy and Tazer? Gabriel Landeskog and Jonathan Toews?”

“Exactly! They’re the best bromance in the NHL to date.”

“Jonathan Toews is apart of the Colorado Avalanche?”

“Yeah. They drafted him 18 overall in the 2006 Draft. Phil was picked to come here...and he’s a great captain!” He looked around nervously and then leaned toward the pest and whispered, “He’s really not. He’s awful.”

“Oh God, Saader, I’ve got to get back to Florida and change this. I thought this would be fun, but it’s...it’s a NIGHTMARE!! I miss Jonny!”

“Jonny? Tavares, our Alternate Captain? He’s the best and that’s no lie, but he was injured against the Blues, Pronger hurt him.”

“John Tavares? Alternate Captain? Look Saader this is all wrong! Chicago’s not led by Phil Kessel...Jonathan Toews, Tazer, he’s our captain!” Andrew stated.

“Uh, well, we play the Avalanche tonight...but that’s not right, Kessel is our captain and he’s the best!”

“Look Saader, you and I need to talk in privacy…” Andrew stated.

Brandon looked at him and nodded. Andrew grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the locker room and into a vacant office room. There, he slammed the door shut and turned to the forward, who was looking at him oddly.

“You’re not kidnapping me, are you?”

“No Saader, I’m not...what kind of crazy--you know what, not important...but listen to me, I’m - I guess you can say - from the past. This is all wrong. Chicago is led by Jonathan Toews and alternate captained by Patrick Sharp and Duncan Keith. And there’s Brent Seabrook, you, me, Ben Smith, all of these other, different players. I got together with two ex-Hawks, Brandon Bollig and Dave Bolland and we are just playing a prank on the two. But you don’t need to be scared or putting on an act. Speak your mind to Kessel, what can the bastard do?”

“Uh...best not to talk like that…”

“Saader, come on, you’re not timid like this!”

“You don’t understand, Sharpy and Bur, they’re Kessel’s henchman. If anyone misbehaves or speaks out against him, they get pranked. And it’s not the simple cutting your laces. Look, I thought Chicago would be fun, but it’s-it’s a nightmare!! There’s no fun and when I get to be alone, I do wish I was in Colorado with Tazer. He seems like a cool guy!”

Andrew realized just how heartbroken and sad his best friend was. He had to get back to Brandon and Dave and set things back to normal. He hated seeing his best friend on the team so depressed...and frightened. It wasn’t right.

He grabbed Brandon’s hand and led him out of the room. They made it to the rink, where Kessel had everyone gathered around him.

“Just out of curiosity, though, who’s the coach?”

“Therrien. Michal Therrien.”

“Oh...shit!” Andrew cussed, hitting his palm to his head.

They survived the intense warm ups and then it came to be gametime. During the warm up session before the game, Andrew was stretching with Brandon. They saw all the Avalanche players come onto the ice and join them. Amongst them, the familiar serious face of Jonathan Toews appeared.

“Tazer...oh, man, this is so wrong and messed up,” Andrew whispered to himself. He watched Jonathan skate by Gabriel Landeskog and give him a wink. “How’s it going, Landy?” he asked the blond man, who fixed his hair...waves of golden glory.

“It’s great Tazer, we’re going to post 20 goals on those miserable Kessel-led Hawks!” Gabriel responded with a sweet grin.

“You beat ya!” The brunette slapped him on the behind, playfully.

Andrew gasped. He was so shocked and...honestly, sort of appalled. He didn’t like this new Jonathan. He had to fix this! Jonathan Toews was meant to be with Patrick Kane, not Gabriel Landeskog and the Colorado Avalanche!

The game started with a puck dropped between the pest and his old captain, who was glaring at him. He naturally won the puck and it made Andrew wince. He was already thrown off his game anyway, but he had to live with this for a little bit. So he channeled some anger, finding some from the mere fact that Jonathan and Patrick had caused him to do this.

Driven by his blind rage, he skated hard toward the Avalanche player and slammed him into the boards hard.

“You’re not an Av, Jonny!”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of chirp, Shawzy?” Jonathan snapped, cross-checking him. At least he still knew and called him by his nickname...then again player always did that on the ice. “I don’t like it, and there’s no need to check me that hard man, you’ll get a dumb penalty and, well, we do have the best power play in the league!”

“No, Jonny, what have you become?” Andrew grabbed Jonathan’s sleeve, halting him.

“Let me go and go away!” The brunette swatted his hand away and jerked his hand away, as he skated off and headed to an open slot in the offensive zone. He tapped his stick on the ice and screamed for Gabriel’s pass, which came and he one-timed it wide of the net. It was a wicked slap shot, which was highly uncommon for the man, who was known more-so for crashing the net or getting wrap-around goals...

Andrew spun on his skates. He was so beyond furious now. He ran at Gabriel and sent him sprawling dangerously into the boards. “Leave Jonathan alone! You aren’t his best friend!” The whistle blew and he received a four minute boarding call. But it wasn’t until Jonathan skated up at once and dropped the gloves with the pest, sticking up for his fallen friend and teammate.

“Bring it Jonny!” Andrew snarled, as he dropped his gloves.

Jonathan swung at him, but it was clear he was the same hockey player as he was in Chicago and Andrew easily beat the crap out of him. They twirled around, exchanging blows, with Andrew landing more and then finally the pest brought his ex-captain down to the ice and pinned him there.

In the background, Gabriel was carefully and gradually helped to his skates by his concerned teammates and helped to the bench. He was dazed, but seemed coherent. He went down the tunnel for a precaution anyway and to be checked for a possible concussion.

“You chickenshit, Kaner’s your best friend! And you lead the Hawks! You’re our real captain!” Andrew spat as he was led to the penalty box and shoved inside.

“I’m not, Shawzy! What the hell’s wrong with you? Who’s Kaner?” Jonathan retorted, wiping his mouth, as he was led to a box as well. “Also, leave Landy alone!”

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want for my team!”

It suddenly hit Andrew like a ton of bricks. Where WAS Kaner? Where had he gone in the draft? What was he doing? Was he the same innocent “Kanerboo” from Chicago, who fell in love with Jonathan?


A Shruinger, it's Therrien again...and Phil Kessel... XP
SaaderxShawzy <3 Here's another bromance in the Hawks. ;)
Haha, Marchy and Segs reference! Poor Jamie Benn though...poor guy spiraled into depression, because he didn't have Segs come to cheer him up and be his buddy....no Bacon... :(
Um, I did a visual for LandyxJonny, just cause...and I'm not sharing it, cause it's too messed up. So, just envision it in your head and maybe throw up a little...
A Shruinger, I also have Tavy in here, he's a Hawk, but "Pronger" (Kess) hurt him.
Shawzy fought Jonny....sorry.

Next up: Where's Kaner?


It's okay, it took time for me too :P That's how I pictured Sid like when I was in 8th grade (except less violent than your view of Sid), but now I picture him as a 4 year old stuck in a 27 year old's body! XDDDD

A Shruinger A Shruinger

@A Shruinger
Yeah, yeah, my bad, I'm still getting the grasp of that. XP And yeah, but I think in my stories Evil Sid is the alter ego of Sid. But I love Evil Sid, cause he's a great villain, like Pronger and Rinaldo and Avery. ;)

EvelynaKitty EvelynaKitty

It's bad-good, not good-evil character-- John is a bad-good character! Yes! John is exactly as sly as a fox! Perfect simile for him! :D And Evil Sid and Sid are two complete different people!

A Shruinger A Shruinger

@A Shruinger
I feel like we both think of him like a good-evil. It's how I see Sid too. But with Sid its more Sid and then Evil Sid almost like an alter-ego thing, with Tavy though I think he's more sly...like a fox! Tavy's a fox!! :)

EvelynaKitty EvelynaKitty

Okay, good! :)
Yes, it's better for John to save them! :D Geez, is it me or does John seem like the type of guy who would work behind the bad guys' back, tricking them, like in Mission how no one knew Tazer was staying with John?

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