One-Shots (2014-2015 Season)

Jonathan Toews was on his way to the arena just like every other day. He had a stern facial expression etched into his face and he was ready for focus and hardwork. He was wearing a simple stylish outfit of jeans and a black jacket and a red scarf. He parked his car in his spot, grabbed his stuff and headed into the practice arena. He dumped his stuff into his spot in the locker room and proceeded to get ready.

He took off his clothes and put on his equipment and practice jersey. Before long, Jonathan finished going through his routine and then made it out to the ice, where he found his teammates already warming up. He saw that Andrew Shaw was already pestering someone with chirps and laughter and the captain rolled his eyes.

Who was the sorry victim to the pest this time?

Jonathan hit the ice and skated out. He suddenly hit the brakes, skidding to a halt as he saw who the player was, who was getting pestered. It was him! But it wasn’t? How could it be when he was standing right here? But it was him!

“Jonny your tons more fun today!” Andrew joked. “What’s gotten into you?”

He watched himself shove Andrew playfully, chuckling like a little kid. “Just wanting to show you guys my fun side! Cause I can tots have lots of fun! See, watch this?” He grabbed one of the water bottles on the railing behind him and unscrewed the cap. He then tilted the bottle up to his mouth and the cap fell off and he was drenched in water. “Oh no…” Fun Jonathan sighed, before breaking out in laughter.

He shrugged and held his arms out to his sides. “Oh well...guess I’m all wet now...but whatever, we can still have a lot of fun!!” He threw his hands into the air and screamed. “Wooo fun!!”

“Captain serious?” Teuvo Teravainen, the sophomore Finn, questioned, skating by. “More like Captain Seriously Fun!”

“Yeah!” all the Blackhawks cheered.

Normal Jonathan looked at his feet, unable to respond or even look at his “twin.” Who was this guy and when did he show up? Whoever he was, he didn’t like him. He could be fun...or so he thought...

Fun Jonathan put the bottle down and turned to skate off. “Watch me take this puck,” He held up a small black disc object in his hand and dropped it to the ice. “and knock down that line of water bottles...all with this one puck.”

This guy wasn’t fun...he was a nuisance and he was certainly ruining the Blackhawks practice with his bizarre entertainment and silly buffoonery! Jonathan had to stop him. The Hawks had work to do and they couldn’t be wasting time goofing off and having fun like this! He had to do something about it! He skated forward and halted Andrew with his stick.

The pest spun to him and sighed. “Hey, Not-So-Fun Jonathan is here to ruin the fun!” Andrew slapped him on the back, rather roughly.

“You’re darn right!” Jonathan snapped. “What is this? Who is that?”

“It’s Fun Jonathan Toews...Captain Seriously Fun as we label him!” Andrew remarked as Fun Jonathan wound up and slapped the puck at the bottles, only knocking half of them down. He shrugged and grabbed another puck.

“I’m fun too!” Jonathan insisted, stomping his foot. He was beginning to act more like a stubborn child who wasn’t getting their way. And to be honest, he was frustrated and pissed off that Fun Jonathan had taken over his team.

“Really?” Andrew questioned, folding his arms across his chest. “This Jonathan’s a riot…”

“...and I can be a riot too! Come on Shawzy, where’d he come from?” Jonathan protested.

“From your mom!” Kris Versteeg joked as he skated around them, laughing. He skated off, taking a shot at Corey Crawford, who was distracted by the Fun Jonathan scene.

“Not helping, Steeger!” Jonathan barked. “I’m fun too, I just know WHEN to have fun. Right now, we need to be practicing, not goofing around like a bunch of idiots. And that guy isn’t funny...he’s clumsy and annoying!”

Fun Jonathan sent the puck flying, it hit the boards to the side and came flying back and hit him on top of his protective helmet. He acted like he was hurt and stumbled about, tripping over Teuvo’s skate and landing on the ice.

“Again, clumsy...but not funny,” Jonathan stated, gesturing to his “twin” with his gloved hand. “There’s a huge difference. And I’m not clumsy or that dumb!”

“Yeah, you see Steeger and I sort of created him...from a machine...a cloning machine,” Andrew explained, watching as Fun Jonathan got back to his feet, laughing and smiling and began to tickle Teuvo and Artemy Panarin, the young Russian forward. “Steeger may have dumbed down the intelligence a little too much…”

“What??” Jonathan roared. “You made a clone of me, without my permission?”

“You know what, Steeger did, not me,” Andrew stated, as Jonathan’s eyes darkened and narrowed.

“You’re not pinning this all on me Shawzy, you helped out and it was your idea to make a ‘Fun Jonathan Toews’ in the first place!” Kris retorted, skidding to a halt beside the pest.

“Shawzy, Steeger,” Jonathan said through gritted teeth, trying to stay calm. “You may wanna run…”

“Uh...why?” Andrew and Kris shared a look and then looked back to see Jonathan explode with fury.

“BECAUSE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!!” Jonathan thundered and chased them around the rink, while Fun Jonathan continued to tickle the Finn and Russian forwards.

The remaining Blackhawks watched both Jonathans, laughing.

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Inspired by this post: http://evelynakitty.tumblr.com/post/126671309327/t-o-ews-au-where-jonathan-toews-has-an