Lessons Learned

"OW! FUCK!" I screamed as I fell on my ass for the sixth time in as many minutes. All the guys just laughed at me, by now knowing better than to try to help me up. I clambered to my feet and slowly made my way back to the bench, angrily attacking the laces that kept the demon apparatuses attached to my feet. I finally got the stupid things yanked off, deciding that I would never again step on to the ice. I looked around and noticed some steps leading up to what looked like the control room for the rink, and felt my slight evilness kicking in. I checked to make sure my shiny, brand new iPhone 4 was in my pocket and quickly darted up the stairs before any of the guys noticed, rolling my eyes when I saw that the door was not only unlocked, but open.

I quickly ducked inside and smirked when I saw the set up was almost exactly the same as the one the my dad had for the parties he just [loved] to throw. Locating the AUX Output cable, I plugged everything in and skipped to the song that I wanted, laying back and watching in pure amusement as every single one of the professional hockey players on the ice nearly jumped out of their skin and fell on their asses as "Friday" came blaring through the speakers at almost full volume. I could hear their screams of agony at the level 5 ear-raping, and laughed when Geno practically ripped his skates off and came tearing up the stairs, bursting through the door with a wild look in his eyes.

"Where? Where pain come from???!!!!!" I was rolling on the ground at this point, and could only point at the apparently offensive device that was supplying the "horrible strains of torture" as Max was currently whining about. Geno stepped over me and all but ripped my phone off the cable it was currently attached to, instantly quieting down the brutes on the ice. The stoic Russian center calmly turned around, looking down at my now hysterics-exhausted body, and swopped me off the floor.

"What the fuck? Geno, put me down right now!" I wiggled around, which forced him to either set me down or drop me, and took off running. I could hear multiple sets of feet pounding behind me, and ran faster, knowing that at least two more of the guys were on my tail now,

"Trinity, GET BACK HERE!"

"NEVER!" BAM.

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"Trinity! Trinity, wake up! Please? Pretty please?"

"Shut up Max!" I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the two very concerned hockey players that were currently standing over me. I blinked and registered the pain in my head,

"What the hell did I run in to?" Max grinned in relief,

"When you ran away, you ran in to a pole. A very large, very unmoving, concrete pole. The trainers say you might have a concussion. It's good that you remember that you ran in to something though." I sat up in shock, discovered just how bad of an idea that was, and fell back with a whine of pain.

"I so cannot have a concussion, I have a fight to get ready for." Geno smiled sheepishly and handed me my phone,

"We called father, call back now."

"You did WHAT?! Geno, why did you call my Dad??" Max put his hand on my shoulder,

"Because a possible concussion is something a father want's to know about. Just call him and let him know we're gonna take you to the hospital to get you checked out, you've only been out for about five minutes." I nodded slowly and unlocked my phone, hitting the familiar speed dial and putting the phone to my ear. It rang once,

"Oh my god, Trinity Rose, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Daddy, quit yelling, my head hurts enough."

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go down there yourself, you would run into a concrete post and possibly obtain a CONCUSSION."

"It was a fucking accident! And we both know that unless I'm fighting, I do not notice things! Even obvious things like forty foot tall concrete posts!"

"Just...just go to the hospital."

"I love you Daddy."

"Yeah, love you too."

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"Kat, I don't have a concussion!"

"Why the fuck would you have a concussion!?"

"Meh, there was a post, and I hit it, and yeah." I love the conversations that take place as soon as I walk in the door. Geno and Max followed behind me, trying to stay unnoticed, knowing they would catch a shit storm if Kat saw them. She walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a small towel. I grinned and rocked back on my heels,

"So, since I'm not fatally injured, can we pretty pretty pretty please go to the gym tomorrow?" She grinned and nodded,

"Yepp, a few of my fighters will be there as well. You'll have fun. Now what do you want for dinner?" I grinned and bounced into the kitchen, searching through her cupboards quickly.

"Can we have chicken Alfredo?"

"Sure, as long as you cook it."

"DONE! GENO! MAX! GET IN HERE!" The boys in question came skidding into the kitchen, looking panicked.

"What? What wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong Geno, you guys just have to help me make dinner."

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"Ебать! Зачем мне нужно помочь с этим!?" I looked over at Geno and giggled, he was currently covered in sticky garlic,

"Geno, I don't know what you just said honey." Max spared a glance over at me from where he was standing at the other counter, expertly chopping mushrooms and onions.

"Ma chère, he won't be speaking English for a while, he's too frustrated." I nodded and giggled again, washing my hands of the chicken nastiness that was coating them, and going over to help the irate man standing next to me.

"Honey, it's like this. Quick flashes of the knife ok? Are you alright now?"

"Нет. Это задница сосет, я не могу готовить!" I sighed and padded over to the fridge, quickly reaching in and grabbing a beer from the shelf. I popped the cap and handed the bottle to the frustrated Russian,

"Ok baby, go sit down and I'll finish this. Max, you too."

"Non, je peux aider, promise!"

"You guys seriously need to either speak English or teach me your languages!" Max smiled and nodded, Geno did as well.

"Ok, we teach." I grinned and handed Max an opened beer before shooing him out of the kitchen to sit next to Geno.

"So, you're just gonna bustle around like a little housewife while the boys sit and do nothing?"

"Hey now, we tried to help, she kicked us out." Kat looked over at me and cocked an eyebrow, I turned my concentration to the chicken I had resumed dicing.

"Did you know that Trinity has a bit of a mom complex? Yeah, she just loves to take care of the men in her lives. And since you two are injured, it's gonna be seriously intensified. Prepare to be babied guys, she's gonna go into full mother hen mode soon." I felt my cheeks burn, inwardly cursing Kat,

"It's not my fault I have a mom complex! And you don't get to make fun of me, you know exactly why I have one." Kat nodded and stole a cucumber from the cutting board,

"I know, and that's exactly why I get to make fun of you for it. Besides, it's adorable. You just love taking care of people, that isn't a bad thing." Geno got up from the table and walked over to me, standing a few feet away and just looking at me for a second. I stared back, not saying anything. He surprised me by quickly moving forward and grabbing me in a hug, kissing the side of my head softly,

"You be good wife, when it time. Care for people good." And then he was gone. I stared at the empty space in front of me where the Russian used to be, and slowly shook my head.

Evgeni Malkin, you will be the death of me.