You Could Have Killed Me

The line before me couldn't have been moving any slower if it tried. Sighing some, I ran a hand through my messy brown hair. Just as I was about to be next in line, someone slammed into me from behind sending me stumbling forward and out of line. Turning around, I glared at the person while they stood there giving me a sheepish grin.

“Excuse me?” I questioned, my anger level slowly rising. I moved back in line and crossed my arms over my chest, clearly annoyed.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to. Shit happens,” the blonde male said causing me to clench my fists. Just as I was about to retort with something I'd most likely regret later on, the person behind the service area called for the next person, which conveniently was me.

“Hi, how may I help you today?” The unfriendly looking female asked me in a bored tone.

“Um, I have two tickets waiting for me? Reagan Lemieux.” The tellers eyes grew wide and a big smile became plastered across her face. The one thing that usually absolutely sucked about being a Lemieux; your name automatically got you places, in most places anyways. It sucked for me because I love working for everything. It feels a lot better that way.

“I'm sorry to ask, but I have to see some proof of identification,” the girl said and I nodded and handed over my driver’s license. She glanced at it and then back at me with a smile.

“Here you go Miss Lemieux, have a nice day,” she smiled at me as she handed me my tickets and drivers license. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I smiled back at her and quickly walked off towards the front offices of Mellon.

Running a hand through my hair, I stormed into the offices as my shoes click-clacked on the cement flooring of the building. To say that I was annoyed was the biggest understatement.

“Salut Reagan!” Uncle Mario said to me as he wrapped me in a hug.

“Hey Uncle Mario, thanks for getting me tickets to the game.” I smiled as we let go of our embrace.

“Its fine, Therrien said you're welcome to participate in practice if you'd like. He said they're scrimmaging and could use an extra body since only half the team is at practice.” Uncle Mario told me and I smirked.

“Perfect. I actually have all my equipment in the car. Lucky me, huh?” Uncle Mario nodded and I gave him another hug before heading off to the car.

After grabbing my equipment, I quickly got changed into my pads and skate. Tying my hair back in two French braids, I shoved the ends up and into the helmet so the guys wouldn't know I was a girl. My caged helmet annoyed me, but it was the only one I had. Carrying my bag with me, I dropped it off inside of the empty locker room and headed out onto the ice where the guys were stretching.

“Hey Coach, Uncle Mario said that you said if I wanted to, I could participate? Well, I'm all ready to go.” I smiled at him and he nodded at me before tapping me on the head with his clipboard.

“What team do you want to be on?” He questioned and without even looking at the players like he had gestured, I sent him another smile.

“Which one is Fleury on?” I laughed earning a smile from him.

“The team in front of you. You've got Staal, Letang, Talbot, Fedotenko, Fleury, Malkin, Orpik, and Goligoski. I was hoping you'd show up. Go show ‘em how the Lemieux play.” He smiled at me and I skated over to my team.

“Alright guys, we've got an extra player with us today, playing RW for Fleury's team. Set your starting lineup and I'll drop the puck,” Therrien yelled and my team and I skated into a circle.

“Are you any good?” Fleury asked and I shrugged.

“That’s what they tell me. I don't think I'd be here or be allowed to play with you guys if I wasn't decent,” I shrugged and Fleury nodded.

“Okay. I want Jordan, Geno and you,” he started out, “to start at your respective positions, and Letang and Orpik to start on D.” We all nodded and the rest of the players skated to the bench. I half wished I played center so I could win the face off against Crosby.

Surprisingly, Geno won the face off and tapped it back to Letang who skated up with it as I flew down the boards. I was completely open as I flew by Gill and Letang quickly passed to me. Taking one shot on net, I slapped the puck five hole on Sabourin. My team cheered and rallied around me.

Four goals later, two by me, one by Letang and one by Geno, Sidney Crosby looked very pissed off as his team hadn't scored once. Right off the face off he looked extremely angry as Jordan won this time. I skated through the neutral zone and weaved through the opposing teams players. Jordan passed me the puck and I quickly backhanded it into the net as Crosby flew at me. My eye caught him just as I had turned around to shoot the puck. Next thing I knew I was flying into the boards. A hit from behind. A dirty play.

Quickly, I dropped my gloves and threw my hardest punch right into his nose. I heard a crack and the next thing I saw was blood. Whipping my helmet off, I glared at him. “Next time, maybe you should try playing a clean game Crybaby Crosby,” I spat at him and skated off to the opposing end as all the guys stared at me. Throwing my stick, gloves and helmet down, I sat down on the bench and ran my hands over my hair. The guys were still all standing around and I couldn't help but laugh. Of course, they figured out I was a girl.

Sidney skated off the ice and into the locker room with a trainer at his side. Therrien walked over to me and I glanced down at the ground, afraid of his lecture.

“I'm not going to yell at you. That was one hell of a punch if I've ever seen one, and he deserved it. That was a dirty play,” Therrien amended and I nodded as I took a sip of water. The guys all skated to the bench and stared at me.

“Have you never seen a girl before?” I snapped as I took another chug of water.

“We've never seen a girl play hockey like that, that’s all. Who are you? The hockey goddess?” Jordan amended and I couldn't help but laugh.

“No. I'm Reagan Lemieux.” Their faces dropped just slightly, but a smile quickly spread across most of them quickly.

“So you're Mario's niece that was going to be around?” Jordan questioned and I nodded.

“Yup, that'd be me.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, I'm Jordan.” He introduced himself and I couldn't help but laugh.

“Yeah, no shit. You guys are the Pittsburgh Penguins. I know who you are. Want me to prove it? Talbot, Fedotenko, Satan, Fleury aka amazing... seriously big fan,” I smiled at him and he
turned a light shade of pink as all the guys hooted and whooped at him. “Letang, Malkin, Staal, Goligoski, Orpik, Kennedy, Sabourin, Gill, did I miss anybody? I don't think so.” I smiled at them triumphantly as they all smiled back at me.

“Time for me to change, and go apologize to Cindy,” I laughed and grabbed my stuff before heading back into the locker room. I took a quick shower and slipped into my sports bra and shorts before heading back out to get changed. The guys all stared at me as I changed right in front of them to jeans and a penguins t-shirt. I had absolutely no problem with changing in front of the guys. “Well, I'll go before you all die of seeing a girl,” I laughed again as I ran a hand through my hair before heading to the trainer’s room.

Knocking on the door lightly, I stood there and looked in on what was going on inside. Sidney Crosby was sitting there holding an ice pack to his nose in mesh work out pants and nothing else. His eyes darted to me at the sound of my knock as he attempted to glare at me. Taking that as a sign of it being okay to enter, I did so and shut the door behind me.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” He spat at me, his words laced with anger and hurt.

“I know who I am Cindy. I'm Reagan Lemieux. What my uncle sees in you, I honestly don't get. That was one of the dirtiest plays I've ever seen or experienced Crosby. You belong on the fucking Flyers,” I spat back at him as his eyes softened at the sound of my name. Looking into his chocolate brown eyes, I could tell he knew I was right.

His eyes studied me for a moment, as if he was trying to gather up what he should say. The silence and tension between us thickened with every tick of the clock over the trainer’s desk. Taking the seat in front of him, I crossed my legs and stared at him with a questioning expression written on my face.

“Yeah, you know I'm right Crosby. There was no need for that hit, and I'll be the first to admit I shouldn't have punched you like that, but seriously you could have fucking killed me with that hit. Go play with Brier and the Flyers,” I snapped, my anger growing at the fact that he couldn't come up with anything to say.

“Oh come on! You deserved it! You were prancing around the fucking ice like you owned place,” He spat earning a laugh from me.

“You come on! Were we playing the same game? I did own the place. I dominated you more than once and your pitiful turnovers? Give me a fucking break, if I can do that, anybody can. Why everyone goes crazy over you, I have no idea. It’s fucking pathetic. You and Gretzky in the same sentence? Hahaha,” I laughed at his expense as I continued to tear him down. I couldn't help it and I knew it wasn't right, but something about him had always pissed me off. And that hit was the icing on the damn cake. And okay, yes I did still have some anger from earlier in the morning when that guy shoved me. I play hockey, of course I have an anger problem!

“Are you always this bitchy?” He shot at me earning a smile from me.

“Only to people I don't like. Get used to it Crosby, it’s not going to change anytime soon.” And with that, I stood up and walked out of the trainer’s room, slamming the door on my way out.

Just as I was about to exit the locker room as well, Jordan stopped me.

“We're all going to Marc's after the game tonight to just chill and hang out, the usual and we figured you're probably going to be at the game and all, so we were wondering if you wanted to come?” Jordan questioned with a nervous look on his face.

“You all wanted me to come? Or just you?” I laughed as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“All of us, really Reagan, you seem chill.” I nodded at Jordan and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Good luck tonight Jordan. Score a goal for me, I'll see you tonight,” I flirted shamelessly as I walked out of the locker room. I heard gagging noises on my way out and with a final glance my suspicions were confirmed... Sidney Crosby had been gagging at me.

**

The boys had won the game. And like I had asked, Jordan had scored a goal. Whether it was really for me or not, I'd never know, but regardless, I was now making my way down to the locker room to congratulate him and the rest of the team on their 5-1 victory over the Florida Panthers.

I ran a hand through my straight brown hair as I waited for the guys to answer the door. A couple of minutes later there was still no answer. Getting fed up with waiting, I shoved open the door to find a surprisingly empty locker room. Aside from Sidney freakin’ Crosby.

“Where is everyone?” I questioned softly. The game had only ended a half hour ago.

“Uh, they left? That’s normally what you do after a game.”

“Whatever Cindy,” I spat back as I glanced over every space of the locker room, taking it all in.

“What are you still doing here?” He asked, his voice sounding dangerously close to me. Turning around, I was face to face with him and up close; I was noticing just how gorgeous he really was. A fire was lit in my stomach.

“Why are you so close to me Crosby?”

“Why don't you move Lemieux?”

“Your fat body is blocking me.”

Sidney scoffed, “I'm pure muscle. And you like it.”

“Are you stupid? I think so,” I whispered as I took a step back.

“That hit on you was shit, I know that. I'm sorry,” he whispered back as he took a step closer.

I stared at him, shocked that he had admitted it. I half didn't want to know why, but I really did want to know at the same time.

“What made you realize Cindy?” Another step back.

“Stop calling me that. I'm not as bad as you think; I don't know what your problem with me is.” Another step forward.

“You're too cocky.” This time I took a step forward. There was something about him, it was drawing me in and I couldn't hold back.

“Maybe, but you like it.” He took another step forward so our bodies were almost touching.

My eyes locked in on his and I had absolutely nothing to say. There was obvious sexual tension between us and it just kept building and building starting with our encounter from earlier.

“Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to show you how to do that too?” I questioned and Sidney wasted no time in attacking me with his lips.

His lips moved against mine as my arms wound around his neck, my fingers raking through the curly brown hair on the back of his head. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I couldn't help but pull away.

“I still think you suck at hockey. Kissing is another story though,” I whispered against his lips before attacking them with mine again.