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I was exhausted. I could hardly keep my eyes open as I stood beside the bench; dead on my skates so to speak.

"Wakey, wakey Kaner!!" I heard Soupy yell out from somewhere behind me. Suddenly, I was flat on my back staring up at the ceiling. Soupy was grinning down at me, "How the hell are you so tired man? You left before midnight!"

"I didn't sleep good... and that one doesn't count towards you knocking me on my ass, I wasn't pay attention."

"Whatever man... let's play some HOOOOOCKEY!" He shouted taking off across the ice. I shook my head and pushed myself up. The kid had ADHD for sure... I didn't care how vehemently he denied it.
I skated off after him and tried my best to get my head into our scrimmage. The boys knew something was off though, and just as I had assumed, they weren't about to let me off the hook.

"You're dropping the ball Doc!" Greeted me as I entered the dressing-room after practice. I threw my glove over at Sharpe to shut him up before heading over to my stall to undress. Tazer was waiting for me.

"What's up now man? Where did you go after you left?"

"I didn't go anywhere... I went back to my car then I went home."

"Why are you so tired then?"

"Couldn't sleep..."

"Couldn't sleep and..?"

"Couldn't sleep and I had Laurie over." Tazer laughed and shook his head at me, slapping my back in the process.

"Leave it to you... only guy I know that can leave a bar alone and still end up getting laid."

"It's not like that man." I said quietly, but Tazer couldn't hear me, his comment had drawn attention from the other guys.

"Oh! So that's why you're so tired! Sex must have been pretty good... this Laurie girl hot?" I ignored the jousting as the guys bantered back and forth about a girl they knew nothing about.

"She's blond isn't she? Man.. I bet she's blond!"

"She blond Kaner?"

"No she's not blond! Just drop it boys..." I snapped back, causing the guys to finally drop their conversation; turning into hushed remarks about me and a 'certain time of the month'. I knew it was all in good fun but it made me angry when they talked about Laurie like that. I wasn't in love with her or anything, but it still made me feel bad that they ran their mouths about a girl who had never asked me for anything before.

"So... you gonna stay crabby all night or are we going out?" Sharpe asked, throwing my glove back.

"Out I guess."

"Atta boy Kaner!" I heared someone yell as I grabbed a towel and made my way into the showers.



"I think I'm gonna jet..." I yelled across the table to Tazer. I tapped Sharpe motioning for him to slide out of the booth so I could leave, but he shook his head at me.

"You're not leavin yet man! The night's just beginning and I see some fine lookin ladies! Alright boys here's the new plan... Pattie's not allowed to leave unless he's with a lady." Sharpe elbowed me in the side and pointed over across the pub to a group of girls all smiling and waving at us. "Come on man! Give me a friggin break... they're hot, you're single, what's that problem?"

"No problem, let's go." I sighed and followed Sharpe over towards the girls. Might as well... I figured, approaching an attractive red-headed girl.

"Hey, I'm Patrick." I said casually extending my hand to her.

She grabbed it and flashed a smile back, revealing unnaturally white teeth. "Alyssa." She continued to hold on to my hand, I didn't bother to pull it back.
By this time the rest of the guys were surrounding us, all coupling off with the girls; all except Tazer who was still over in the booth, cellphone out giving me the 'thumbs up'.

"You wanna drink?" Alyssa asked, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"Ah, yah ok..."

"No. I mean you wanna get me a drink?" She stared at me like I was stupid. I nodded back at her and pulled myself out of her grasp. I headed to the bar, Soupy hot on my heels.

"I never would have taken you for a fan of the red-heads." He quipped, coming up beside me.

"Never said I was."

We order some tequila and carried it back to the girls' table. I didn't even had time to take a shot before Alyssa came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around my waiste. Sharpe chorted into his drink at the look on my face. She brought her chin up to rest on my shoulder, "You wanna get out of here?" She whispered into my ear, finishing it with a lick. Ugh, really?

"Yah sure, in a bit..." I smiled down at her, not caring if she noticed my less-than-excited demeanour. She apparently didn't, or if she did, she didn't care. She smiled back at me and walked over towards one of her friends; whispering something to her.

I didn't really want to stay at the pub, but the idea of going home was almost less appealing. Unless I can get her to take me to her place... then I could just leave...

"Geez someone's a lucky man tonight!" Soupy laughed pointing at me.

"What?" I asked confused, the girl sitting on Soupy's lap was just as pretty as the girl I'd been talking to. He answered my confused look by pointing behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Laurie laughing at me from another table. She had two girls with her. "I'll be right back." I yelled at the boys, heading down to her.

"Awww, Pattie find a fan club tonight?" She laughed, playing with the straw in the drink.

"Jealous?" I joked with her, giving her a shove; which insidently ended with me having to grab her before she fell off the stool she was on.

"You know it. Patrick these are my friends by the way. Kim and Tanya." I shook Kim's hand and shook my head at Tanya.

"A Crosby shirt in a Chicago bar? Really?"

"What can I say... dedicated fan right here!" She smiled at me.

"Why don't you pull up a stool? Or will the red-head freak out?" I followed Laurie's eyes back to the table my friends were at. Alyssa did not look impressed.

"Oh god, don't make me go back please!" I sighed, grabbing a nearby stool and squeezing in between Laurie and Kim.
We chatted for a while, laughing about hockey and the girls' random stories of drunk nights. I noticed the guys started to stare at me so I figured we were getting ready to head out. I checked my watch. "Holy crap... it's almost 2 already." I exclaimed, surprised at how fast the night had gone once I had found Laurie and her friends. "Hey, you guys wanna meet some of my friends?"

They all nodded, Kim seemed extremly pleased by this suggestion. They followed my up to the table, Laurie beside me, Kim and Tanya timidly standing back.
"Hey guys, this is my neighbour Laurie and her friends Tanya and Kim." I pointed to each one as I said their names. Alyssa seemed to become instantly happier once she heared who they were; at least until Dave shouted out.

"Oh.. so YOU'RE Laurie... we've heared alot about you!" Note to self, get Tazer to punch Dave out...

"Oh no, infamous am I?" She laughed back easily.

"In our dressingroom yah, Kane talks about you all the time." Sharpe added.

"Ok... well... now that this is nice and awkward... I'm gonna go." I could feel my face heating up and was trying to laugh it off.

"Alone?" Dave added, looking from Alyssa to Laurie. I looked over at Alyssa too, crap... how am I gonna get out of this one?

"Actually Pat's letting us crash at his place tonight. I remembered when we were talking that I locked myself out of my appartment so, he offered to let us stay there till I can get my spare key from mom and dad tomorrow." Thank you, Laurie. I nodded along with her, trying to act like this wasn't a lie.

"Yah so... we should head. I'll see you guys tomorrow." I turned and followed Laurie and her friends out of the pub and out into the cool Chicago night.

We haled a cab and pilled into the back of it, heading for my appartment building. When we arrived I was surprised that Kim and Tanya weren't coming up to Laurie's. "We weren't actually planning on having a sleep over," Laurie sighed at me, "I was just trying to save you're ass infront of freckles back there." I laughed and handed Kim some cash, feeling bad about leaving them with the bill.

I followed Laurie through the door and up the stairs to the 4th floor. She headed past my door towards her own, before I reached out and stopped her. "Where are you going?"

"Home?" She laughed.

"Oh, ok cool." I turned and started unlocking my door.

"You mad cause I ruined your plans? You didn't seem that into her..."

"No, no... I'm actually very glad you did that... I just..."

"Just what?"

"Just figured you'd... ya know..."

She started to laugh loudly. "You ended up leaving her at the bar because you were gonna take home the easy lay? And here I thought you were just maturing." She laughed again and I thought I had offended her until she started walking back towards me, a smile on her face.

She pushed me up against my door and wrapped her arms around my waiste. I leaned down and kissed her; my hand feeling the door behind me for the knob. I found it and turned the handle, opening the door to my apartment wide. I started walking in backwards, pulling her in behind me, before kicking the door shut.

#2

**So, sorry if this is off to a slow start, I'm just trying to get the 'lonely' point across and set up a bit more of Patrick's character for this story before I actually get into the exciting stuff, thanks for reading!**

It was almost four o’clock in the morning but I still couldn’t sleep. My apartment was too quiet, too empty. “Should have taken someone home from the bar…” I sighed to myself as I rolled over onto my side.
I was dreading the early morning skate in a few hours. I hadn’t been sleeping good lately and the last thing I needed was for the boys to rag on me again.

After tossing and turning for another few minutes I decided there was no way I was going to get any sleep without company. I could call Laurie and see if she was awake, but I didn’t really have the energy for sex; and I couldn’t exactly just call her for a sleepover.
I turned a few more times until my legs were totally tangled in my blankets, before reaching for my cell phone.

I flipped it open and punched out a text.

You awake?

I set the phone down beside me and waited a few minutes, hoping for a response.

I am now lol. Why you up so late? I laughed as I read it, this was the way it always started.

Dunno, you wanna come over?

Can for a couple minutes, presentation for school at 9 though…

No worries. Door’s locked.

K. BRT.

I smiled to myself before replacing my cell on the table. It seemed ironic that the only person I trusted enough with a key to my apartment was the random girl across the hall I had met a few months ago.
I heard a door bang in the hall and then a key turn in the lock on my door. Laurie pushed the door shut behind her and I heard her lock it again, this time from the inside.
She tip-toed across the kitchen and down the hall into my bedroom, before flopping down beside me. “Thought you were going out after the game.”

“I did.”

“Aww strike out?”

“Something like that.” We both laughed. She was wearing one of my Hawks’ shirts, it went down to her thighs. She noticed me looking at the shirt and sat up to face me.

“I stole it awhile ago, figured I should bring it back.”

“Oh yah?” I asked, not bothering to get up as she pulled my shirt up over her head.

“Mmmhmm…” She threw the covers off of me and positioned herself on top of me. I held my position; hands interlaced on my chest as I stared up at her.

I had obviously woken her up. Her mousy brown hair was dishevelled and her eyes still looked half-asleep. She was left wearing a bra and boy shorts; her favourite thing to sleep in. She watched me watching her for a minute before she leaned over till we were face to face. “You woke me up remember…?”

I nodded, still staring at her. Laurie was the one girl I could never figure out. She had never asked me for anything; not money, not perks, but she had also never hinted that she wanted more than our random romps between the sheets.
Any other girl I slept with had always tried to make something more from it. They thought that by coming home with me and putting out they would somehow win my approval and improve their status.
Laurie used me, or I assumed used me, for the sex… it was great. I believed she thought I used her for the same reason, which was partially true; but I also used her to fill the long nights, make me feel like I wasn’t alone in this city.

She let out a sigh, “Pat, I need sleep… please.”

I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips down to meet mine. She kissed me back boisterously, as her hands traced my chest. I reached my hand around her back and expertly undid her bra-claps quickly; pulling her free of the pink lace.
She pulled me on top of her and I fell in between her legs, wasting no time in removing the last of her clothes.
There was nothing slow, melodic or romantic about the way we made love.
I pushed myself into her without a second thought, as my hands held onto her shoulders firmly. She didn’t try to slow me as I increased the tempo, pushing my torso off or her with my arms.
I lasted only as long as she did, not bothering to try and impress her with my ’sexual prowess’; Laurie and I were past the point of formalities like that.

She sighed and rolled herself off of the bed. I fell back onto the pillows and watched her grab her shorts before heading into the bathroom.
She came back out a minute later, shorts in place; falling back down onto the bed beside me.

“Is your alarm set?”

“Yah… set for 6:45”

“Ok, make sure I get up.” She yawned and rolled over onto her side, away from me.

I lied there for a few minutes before her breathing became steady and I knew she was asleep. I pulled my hands out from behind my head and rolled over until I was pressed up against her back. I pushed one arm under her head and wrapped the other over her stomach, pulling her into me.

I smiled to myself knowing I‘d be able to sleep now. I couldn’t help but find it a little humours that out of every girl in Chicago, I would end up next to the one that doesn’t give a shit about Patrick Kane.

#1

**Sooner than expected but also alot shorter than I would like... let me know what you guys think I can do to make this better! ALSO... I'm not familiar with Chicago at all so I don't know that names of any bars there; just in case you're wondering why the 'bar' doesn't have a name yet lol***

"Whoo Kaner! What a game, eh man?" Sharpe yelled, slapping my shoulder on his way through the dressing room. "So we out tonight or what?"

"I don't know, I was planning on just heading home..."

Soupy yelled in protest, "No way! We just crushed the Ducks and you wanna go home?" He shook his head in shame. "You're letting me down here Kaner... out tonight buddy!"

I sighed and nodded my head, pulling my skates off one at a time. There was no point in arguing with them, I knew I'd eventually cave and go out with them anyway; might as well skip the battle.


The sports bar was only a few blocks away and it was a fairly warm September night; we opted to walk. Sharpe, Steeger and Biscuit ran ahead; always excited to hit the bar, while I walked behind with Tazer - my best friend on the team.

"Everything ok Pat?" He asked, looking on ahead to make sure the rest of the guys couldn't hear him.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued on beside him. "I don't know... it just..." I let out a loud sigh and stopped walking. Tazer stopped walking too, turning to face me. "Do you ever wonder... what's this all for?"

The look of confusion on his face told me his answer before he spoke. "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't get me wrong, I love this. I love ALL of this. The money's great, I have a great time with the guys and I get to spend everyday playing the game that I love but... at the end of the night, what's the point?"

Tazer shook his head slowly, "I'm still not sure I'm followin ya.."

"There's gotta be more than this. More than, going out every night and drinking... just to get up and do it all over again. I guess I've just been feeling lately that I need something else in my life."

"Like... a chick? Aren't you still banging that girl from the apartment next to you... what was her name?"

"Laurie and that's not exactly what I meant... I mean, I don't think that's what I meant..." I wasn't sure what else to say, it's alot easier to talk about sex than feelings when it came to hockey guys, even Tazer.

"I think I know where you're coming from Pat. I kinda felt that same way before I started dating Sam." Tazer's face lit up when he said her name. Sam was a local girl from Chicago whom Tazer had met at a charity event. Sam's little sister Trisha was sick with cancer; she was 7. "Before Sam I kinda felt... lonely once we got home from a game, especially away games. It sucks coming home to an empty house. You should get a girlfriend, it'd be good for you."

I nodded my head in agreement, I knew that feeling all too well. I started walking towards the bar, Jon followed my lead and soon we were approaching the door. I grabbed Tazer's arm before he reached Ed, the bouncer, and pulled him back a step. "Weren't you scared that she was going to use you?"

"Sam didn't seem like that kind of girl to me but, you'll never know if you at least don't try Pat." I gave me a smirk and nodded towards the bar. I followed him through the salon style doors and up the long wooden stairs into the humid pool-hall.

I couldn't help but shake my head when I saw Sharpe sitting on a couch with a blond girl wrapped around him. I wasn't a saint by any means and had had my fair share of one-nighters; but that was occasional and I never expected them to go any further than that.
Sharpe was the kind of guy that wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to beautiful women. Catching the smile on his face and the wink he threw me as I made my way past him towards the rest of the guys; I was sure I'd hear about this tomorrow.

I hung around for about an hour before I decided to head home. Tazer was sitting in the corner with his phone pressed against one ear and his finger stuck in the other, judging by the goofy grin on his face he was talking to Sam. The rest of the guys were playing pool with some girls we had met; all of them were over-dressed for a pool-hall... or 'under-dressed' depending on how you looked at it.

I waved my goodbyes to the guys, who were too focused on our new 'friends' to bother putting up a fight. I nodded at Tazer who shot me a questioning glance before giving me a small shrug, pulling his phone a few inches away from his ear and giving it a shake. I took this to mean he would call me later.

"Have a goodnight Mr. Kane." Ed called from the door as I made my way down the street.

"Thanks Ed, you too."

I continued walking back down towards the rink's parking lot. Noticing for the first time that night the cover of the paper that was being displayed in the Chicago Times dispenser. It was a picture of Tazer and I posing with the new NHL game. I chuckled to myself as I popped in some change and pulled one out. I tucked it under my arm and continued to my car.
Cars flew by me as I reached the outside of the rink and I saw a couple standing by the bus stop waiting for the next shuttle. They were laughing and hugging as I unlocked my door and threw the paper into the empty passenger seat.

As I pulled out onto the road and headed back to my empty apartment; the girl was sitting on the guys' lap, her lips were on top of his.

I glanced back down at the paper next to me and tried to find some humor in the irony as I drove into the night alone.
"Chicago's Wonderboy Patrick Kane: On Top Of The World"

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Alright so... I can't help it anymore... I need to do a Patrick Kane story! I have some ideas but I'm still not 100% sure on where I want to go with this!

(It's mostly just an outlet for my 'not-so-secret' crush lol).

I can't guarantee when I'll actually get around to updating it... there's alot of stuff in the other stories that I'm really excited to get out to you guys so, bear with me!!

I'm excited for some Kane... hope you are too =D