Status: Five Shot

Hold Your Ground

You Could be My Luck, Even in a Hurricane of Frowns, I Know that We'll be Safe and Sound

"Wakey, Wakey Dr. Daisy!" Pekka sang out as he opened the door to his guest room. Daisy was burrowed under the covers. "I hope you're not naked under there. No scratch that. I kinda hope you are."

Daisy groaned as she lifted the covers from her head. "What time is it?" She groaned.


"As in one in the afternoon?"

"Yep. You still wanna go see Gus and get some average sex cannolis?"

"Oh my god!" Daisy wailed, throwing the covers back over her head as the previous night flooded back. "I talked about sex with you!"

"Me and Dicky and Shea."

"Oh God!" She peeked out from under her covers at Pekka. "How embarrassing was I?"

"Tell me something Dr. long has it been since you last had sex?"


"What? You said you missed it. This is a natural question."

She sighed. "Do you wanna know why I took a job and moved to Nashville?" Pekka nodded and Daisy sat up. "I need food if I'm gonna tell you this story. Let's go to lunch."

Over lunch at the Tin Angel, Daisy spilled her story to Pekka. She told him about studying at the university of Manitoba and her residency with Dr. Freeman. She told him how she had found her dream job in Vancouver, close to her family but far enough to have her independence. She told him about Scott, the lawyer she met a few months after moving to Vancouver. She told him how he swept her off her feet and about the course of their two year relationship.

"He won this incredibly big deal case and there was a write up in the paper about him. That's how I found out he was married with two little girls."

"He was married?!"

Daisy nodded. "Dr. Freeman had recommended me for this job a few weeks before I found out about Scott and I got the call to come interview two days after I found out. When they offered me the job, I jumped at it. All I wanted was to get as far away from Vancouver as possible."


"So that's my story. And to continue my run of bad luck, I lost everything in an apartment fire."

"I had no idea, Daisy. Now I know you need to go out with Shea. I can assure you that he is not secretly married."

"I think I need a break from dating."

"You've been on a break from dating for like what? Two months?"

"Almost three."

"So three months of no dating and no sex."


"Uh what? Tell me!"

"It's been like nine months."

"Since you had sex?!"

"Shhh! Can we not tell the whole world?"

"But nine months? Your boyfriend ignored you for six months? Was he retarded? You're gorgeous, Daisy."

"That case he was on was an incredibly big deal and he was very wrapped up in it."

"That is no excuse. I could be going through the worst losing streak of my career and I'd find time to fuck you."

Daisy blushed. "Thank you, I think?"

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

They finished lunch on lighter topics and after paying the bill, they drove to her building to collect her things from Gus, loading the two boxes into the trunk of Pekka's car. He locked it up and Daisy threaded her arm through his and led him a block over to the bakery she had found. She ordered several desserts for them and had them packaged to go.

The drive back to Pekka's was short and as they pulled into the driveway, they found a UPS truck parked there. The driver waited for them to park before calling out to them, "I have a delivery for a Daisy Bishop."

"That's me," Daisy answered. He handed her a box marked express critical and same day on it. She signed her name on his electronic pad and he nodded his thanks before climbing into his truck. Pekka grabbed her things from his car and they headed inside to the kitchen.

Daisy stared at the package in confusion before looking up at Pekka. "It has a Vancouver return address."

"So your family sent you something then?"

"I didn't tell them your address though."

"Oh. Well open it I guess."

"What if it's like a severed head?"

Pekka laughed. "Are you in the mob?"


"Then I don't think its a severed head." He handed her a knife to cut the tape on the package and she peeled it open cautiously before letting out a high pitched squeal.

"Oh my God!"

"What is it?" Pekka asked.

"Nona's cannolis! This is unbelievable!" She pulled them from the box and bit into one. "Mmmm!" She moaned in satisfaction. She held it out to Pekka. "Try it."

He bit into the offered dessert and she watched as his eyes closed in satisfaction. "That really is better than sex."


"So is there a card or anything? Who sent them?"

"You did, didn't you?"

"Swear to god it wasn't me."

"That leaves Rich and Shea. You guys are the only people outside of my family I've ever told about Nona's."

"I don't think Rich is smart enough to send you cannolis. Shea on the other hand has family in the area and could easily send someone to buy cannolis and ship them on his instruction."

"You think he would?"

"If he thought it would make you smile he would. Plus, now when you think about sex, you'll think about Shea. It's a smart plan really. Why didn't I think of this?" He smirked.

"Will you call him and ask?"

"You call him."

"I don't have his number."

Pekka took her phone from her and punched in Shea's number, hitting send on the call and passing the phone back. "Now you do," he grinned before sauntering from the room.


"Shea? It's Daisy."

"Hey Daisy."

"Pekka dialed you; I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."

"You're never a bother, Daisy. What's up?"

"Did you have someone send me cannolis from Nona's? Because I got some today and you're the only person I know with Vancouver connections and knows about my love of Nona's cannolis."

"If I did?"

"Then I'd like to say thank you. They're delicious."

"Are there any left?"

"I've only had one so far."

"Will you save me one? I haven't had a cannoli from Nona's since summer."

"You've been to Nona's before?"

"Of course. That's where I spend my cheat days in the summers."

"How did we not run into each other at all the last two summers? I live for Nona's."

Shea chuckled. "So about that thank you...What would you say to dinner tonight? Us being old friends and all."

"I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"It's not a date, Daisy. Just two friends."

"It wouldn't look good if someone saw us out together."

"How about you let me deal with that if it comes up?"

"I don't know, Shea."

"Give it a chance, Daisy. Give me a chance."

"One chance....but can you try not to be so devastatingly handsome? And leave that dimple at home while you're at it too."

"Dress like a slob, no smiling, got it," Shea laughed. "Pick you up at seven?"

"Okay. I'll see you then."

"I look forward to it."

"Me too," Daisy replied softly.


Shea knocked nervously at Pekka's front door, wiping his palms on the front of his jeans. The weather for early November was cool and he had thrown a sweater over his shirt before heading out.

Pekka swung the door open with a grin. "Well, well, well. If it isn't el capitán." He stepped aside so Shea could enter the house. "Can I trust you out tonight with our dear Dr. Daisy or am I going to have to sic Dicky on you tomorrow?"

"Fuck you, Peks."

"Language, captain," he laughed. "Daisy is a delicate soul and you really shouldn't say such things in front of a lady."

"Except I have two older brothers and a twin brother," Daisy spoke up as she entered the room.b"Language does not easily offend me. And I curse like a sailor myself."

"Hey, Daisy," Shea smiled. "I got you these," he said, offering her the bouquet of orange lilies and purple tulips.

"Thank you, Shea. Let me get these in some water."

"I'll do it," Pekka swooped in, taking the flowers from Daisy. "You two crazy kids get out of here and have some fun...but not too much fun. We do have a game tomorrow. I expect you'll have her home by eleven thirty," he told Shea.

"Sure thing, dad," Shea replied with a roll of his eyes. Daisy leaned onto her tiptoes to kiss Pekka's cheek.

"See you later, goalie boy!" She followed Shea out to his car and he held the door open for her.

"You look really pretty," he smiled.

"Thanks," she blushed. "Pekka took me shopping after you called. That man won't take no for an answer."

"I'm glad he doesn't," he answered as he slid into the drivers seat. She had on leather leggings and a grey tank top with an oversized grey cardigan wrapped around her.

"He wanted to go all out but I finally convinced him that chic and casual is much more me. He still insisted on buying really expensive shoes though. They're too much."

He looked down at her feet. The heels were python printed in shades of deep red, black and taupe. "They're great shoes though. Every girl deserves some expensive shoes every once in awhile. And you lost your shoes in your apartment fire. Besides, there are worse things he could spend his money on."
"You mean like hookers and blow?"

"Exactly; like hookers and blow," he laughed. She laughed along with him and their conversation flowed easily from there. He pulled in at the restaurant a short time later.

"The Catbird Seat?" Daisy asked as they walked towards the building.

"I've never been here before but Mike told me about it. There was a last minute cancellation I was able to snag. There is only seating for like thirty people and the menu is always changing, just depends on what's fresh and what the chef likes each day is what Mike says. Anyway, it's a seven course tasting menu. He swears it's the best place in town to take you for a first date." He flushed as the words left his mouth and started to backpedal but Daisy reached for his hand, slipping her fingers around his.

"Let's see if Mike was right," she smiled. Shea smiled back at her and reached for the door, letting Daisy pass inside first. He missed the feel of her hand in his when she unwrapped hers from his but as soon as he was through the door and standing beside her again, she reached for him, locking their fingers together again.

"Reservation, sir?" The hostess asked.

"Yes, under Weber."

She nodded. "Right this way." She led them to the long, communal table that surrounded the U shaped kitchen. They talked quietly to each other as they waited on the rest of the patrons to arrive and the first course.

Over their meal, Shea asked her about going to school in Manitoba and she told him stories about her residency with Dr. Freeman. He in turn shared with her about playing in juniors, his draft day and ultimately his time with Nashville.

"What about Vancouver? What made you decide you needed a change? You seemed excited to be heading home two years ago."

Daisy shifted in her seat, focusing her attention on the dessert that had just been brought out. "You don't want to hear about that," Daisy said dismissively.

"I want to know everything about you, Daisy but if you don't want to talk about it, I'll understand."
"Excuse me, I'm so sorry but you're Shea Weber."

Shea looked up from Daisy, smiling at the patron two seats down from her. "Yes I am. It's nice to meet you." He reached across and shook the mans hand.

"Wow. I sort of had dinner with Shea Weber," the man enthused. "I'm sorry to interrupt."

"It's fine," Daisy spoke up with a smile. "He's a popular guy."

"Your girlfriend is way more relaxed than some of the other guys I've met."

"I'm not his girlfriend; just his dentist."

"You need to lock this girl down," he told Shea. "She won't be after you just for your money."
"Girls do that? They throw themselves at you because of your paycheck?" Daisy asked Shea as she took a sip from her wine glass.

"Guy makes 110 million. I'd throw myself at him," the man answered.

Daisy sputtered on her drink. "110 million dollars? You're joking, right?"

"Definitley lock her down," the man laughed. "She might be perfect."

"She's definitley perfect," Shea replied, staring Daisy in the eye. She blushed under his stare and he pulled her hand into his and squeezed. He paid the check a short while later and led Daisy outside to wait for his car at the valet stand.

"I should get you home; we do have a game tomorrow."

Daisy nodded and she climbed into the passenger seat. The ride to Pekka's was quiet and passed too quickly.



She took a deep breath before continuing. "I left Vancouver because my boyfriend of two years lied to me the entire time. He was married, with children."

It took a moment for the words to process and Daisy looked away from him, embarrassed by the truth. Shea reached for her, leaning across the middle console and tipping her face to his. He kissed her, the light pressure of his lips against hers making him delirious.

Daisy reached for him, tugging him closer, her fingers running through his short hair. She yelped, jumping back from Shea when Pekka tapped on the window. She looked over her shoulder and he grinned before waving.

"One day I'm going to kill him," Shea muttered. Daisy giggled. "Do you want to go out tomorrow night, after the game? We could watch a movie at my place? That way Peks can't bother us."

"That sounds nice, Shea."

"Bring a change of clothes with you. I'll bring you home before practice."

"Are you inviting me over for a sleepover?"

"I have a guest room you can use."

"What are you two talking about in there?" Pekka asked loudly, tapping on the window again. Daisy leaned over and kissed Shea quickly before reaching for the door handle.

"See you tomorrow, Captain."