The Ice Queen

Chapter Six
"I'm gunna try to get the puck to you, Red," Mike said and I nodded my head as we skated to the center ice, it was the beginning of the first period.

It was Friday, December 23rd, we had an away game against the Devils, and then after the game, I was driving up to Boston to spend Christmas with Brad and the boys.

"Make sure you keep an eye on Clarkson, he's gunna wanna be on your ass all night," Alex said as he came up behind me, "Salvador isn't afraid to check you into the board and Kovalchuk likes to trip people."

"Thanks," I said and the guys nodded their heads.

"There's probably gunna be a fight tonight, Kovalchuk's askin' for it," Mike said and I turned my head towards him.

"You're gunna fight him?" I asked and Mike nodded his head. I looked back towards Ilya Kovalchuk and then bit my lips.

"You got that face," Nick said and I sighed and saw Alex and Mike look at me.

"He seems to be a bit bigger than you, Mikey," I said and Mike snorted.

"I've done it once, I can do it again," Mike said and I sighed and nodded my head.

"Worried about him, Red?" Nick teased and I rolled my eyes.

"Start the damn game," I said and then three laughed and I shook my head.

-Mike-
It was the middle of the second period, we were up by two, things were going pretty good. Alyssa managed to make the second goal and assisted Ovechkin with the first. I was getting angry because Alyssa was checked a few times, and each time she went time, it just got the team riled up.

I was on the bench, the ref blew a whistle, calling us for icing. I sighed and saw that Alyssa was coming back over towards the bench to switch off with someone. Coach patted my shoulder and I hopped over the boards when Sean Collins came back. As my blades hit the ice I saw Kovalchuk skate up to Alyssa and trip her.

'...That's it!...' I growled as I went right after him, dropping my stick and gloves and grabbing his jersey.

The refs were blowing whistles and I felt more guys around me, a mix between Devils and Capitals. Kovalchuk and I were yelling each other and calling each other out, he threw the first punch, but I was happy to return it. My fist collided with his helmet and I mentally cursed because that hurt, but I was happy when his helmet popped off and we pulled apart. I threw my helmet to the ground and held my arms up.

Kovalchuk threw a right hook at me, but I shoved it away and swung my right fist at his, colliding with his jaw. He tripped back a little, but then composed himself and came at me again. I tried to throw another punch at him, but he threw a blow to my ribs and then my cheek. I fell back, and he was on top of me, I cursed and then just started to throw punches at his head and pushed him off of me, quickly getting up and going after him again.

The refs got in-between us and I felt one hold the back of my jersey, pulling me back. I felt my lips bleeding, I spit on the ice and saw the bloody saliva. Kovalchuk was still talking smack, I gave it right back. He managed to get out of the refs grip and came at me again.

'...Round two...'

He pushed me back and I almost fell on my ass, but collected myself and pushed on my skated, bent down and tackled him to the ground. I could feel his fists on my back and side, but that didn't stop me for throwing as many punches as I could before the refs came in and drug me off of him, ejecting both of us from the game.

The boys patted my back as I skated towards the bench, two refs holding me to make sure that I didn't go after Kovalchuk again. I looked over towards Alyssa, who was standing next to Ovechkin smirking towards me.

"Told ya I could kick his ass," I smirked and then smiled brightly when Alyssa bowed towards me.

"Nicely done," she smirked and I nodded my head, walking off of the ice and back towards the locker room.

-Alyssa-
"I think I fell on my wrist wrong when he tripped me," I sighed as I rubbed it and took my glove off.

"You all right?" Joel Ward asked as we skated towards the faceoff circle.

"I'll be fine," I muttered and then bent down and got my stick ready, but then winced when I moved my wrist into a different position

The puck was dropped and shot down towards our goalie, I groaned and then chased after it and then heard the ref blow the whistle, '...What now?...' I thought and then turned around to see that Nick was standing up and one of the Devils were heading towards the penalty box. I sighed and then took my gloves off and rubbed my wrist, skating back over towards the bench and switching out with someone.

"You all right?" the trainer asked and I nodded my head, but gave pained look when I tried to move my wrist again, "Let me get some ice."

"All right," I said and he grabbed a bag of ice and handed it to me and I threw it on top of my wrist.

Coach didn't put me on for the rest of the period, and you heard no complaints from me. Although, the ice was helping with the soreness, I still winced a little when I moved my wrist the wrong way.

When the horn blew, we went back to the locker room and saw Mike sitting there, already showered, and getting changed. He was ejected, he wasn't coming back to the game. Coach yelled at him for a minute, but then gave up when he figured out that Mike wasn't listening.

"Brace!" I snapped my head towards Coach, "How's the wrist?"

"I'll be fine," I muttered and Coach walked over and grabbed my wrist and I hissed, grabbing the attention of the team.

"Doesn't sound like you'll be all right," he said and I pulled my arm pack.

"I said I'll be fine," I said and Coach sighed.

"Go to doc's, I want that looked at," he said and I growled but stood up, took my jersey and top gear off and walked towards the trainers office.

I sat on the table and Doc walked over and took my wrist, he moved his fingers around it a little and then twist my wrist, I hissed. Doc sighed and then said that he wanted an x-ray, I groaned because that would mean that I would have to go right after the game, and I was already due to arrive in Boston around two or three this morning.

"Go shower and get dressed, you're not playing the rest of the game," Doc said and I growled, "Now."

I glared at him and he shook his head and then pointed towards the door. I breathed an aggravated sigh and then hopped off of the table and walked out of the room. Some of the guys were talking to Mike about his fight, dissecting every second of what had happened.

"What's happening?" Coach asked as I walked over to my locker and started to grab the clothes that I was going to change into.

"She's going for x-rays, I don't like the feel of that wrist," Doc said as I grabbed my showering things and felt the eyes of the whole team on my back.

"Stop looking at me," I growled and then heard someone chuckle.

"You'll be fine, Red, back on the ice before you know it," Alex said and I looked at him and nodded my head.

"Just win the damn game," I said and then grabbed my showering stuff and walked towards the showers.

-Mike-
I leaned against my knees as I sat on the bench and waited for Alyssa to come out of the shower, everyone was back out on the ice. Doc told me to come and get him when Alyssa was ready to go get her x-rays. I heard the horn go on and then cursed when I knew that the Devils had scored.

"Shit, I didn't know you were in here," I heard and looked up to see Alyssa walking out of the showers with a towel wrapped around her.

'...Fuck, she's hot...' I tensed when she walked over towards me and I couldn't help but stare.

"Stop looking at me! I forgot to grab my clothes!" she hissed and I turned my head and felt me face heat up.

"So what are your plans for Christmas?" I asked out of the blue, hoping to forget about the fact that she was standing next to me, bent over, only in a towel, '...Good lord, I'm gunna go hard soon...'

"I'm going to Boston, I'm leaving after the game," she said and I was a little surprised.

I snapped my head towards her surprised to hear that she was going to Boston. But my eyes widened when I saw that her back was to me and her towel was wrapped around her waist. Alyssa's back was bare, but I couldn't help but lean back a little and see the round of her breasts, and when she moved her arms back to put her bra on, I had to start thinking about something else, and hide my hands in my lap.

"Um- uh, B-Boston?" I asked and then took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I have friends up there," she said and I stared at the ground.

"That's cool, so uh- you're gunna meet us in Buffalo?" I asked and then took another deep breath and peaked my head towards her to see that she had a white button up blouse on. I gulped when I saw that she had white bikini underwear on and was bent over, pulling her pants up, '...God those legs- Fuck, this is torture!...'