2minsforslashing

Characters: Sam Gagner / Patrick Kane (London Knights...future Edmonton Oilers / Chicago Blackhawks)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I was at the Draft, this really happened...NOT!...all fake and made up
A/N: I took LOTS of liberties in creating their characters and the scenarios so just keep an open mind, lol...the italics are past memories, fyi

It seemed like everyone made such a big deal about them being friends. The coaches, the teams, their parents, the magazines, the television shows.

Sam sucks it up and smiles, electing to say nothing.

Patrick sneers at the cameras, “Yes, we’re good friends.”

They’re kind of used to it though, being labeled from the day they started playing.

‘Playmaker.’

‘Scoring winger.’

‘Too small.’

‘Too passive.’

Patrick’s always been the trouble maker, the one who didn’t care about what people thought. He guesses that it happened because he was so small, getting beat up on. And being mean deterred some of that.

Sam’s smart and has always been shy. He’s always been a girl’s ‘best friend’, better at giving out advice about heartbreak than actually causing it. He knows his place in the locker room and in life.

And when another camera pushes itself in his face, Patrick nearly loses it. But he looks over and Sam’s smiling again and he wonders how he does it all the time.

“Playing on the same line, I bet you two are the best of friends.”

Sam looks over and can see Patrick barely containing the eye-roll. He wonders why he doesn’t like talking about it, it’s not that annoying.

When the cameras are all gone and Patrick and Sam are left alone, it’s finally just them. Patrick gets up off the stool, a grimace plastered on his face. “If I had to answer one more question about why we are friends, I was gonna throat punch someone.”

Sam shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t mind it.”

Patrick stares exasperatedly at him, “Of course you didn’t. But they did make a big deal out of nothing.”

But to Sam, it isn’t ‘nothing’. How could Patrick say that being friends with him was nothing?

His eyes suddenly flashed anger at Patrick, “It means something to me.” And then he leaves, not wanting to hear the excuses Patrick would come up with.

“So, I heard that you wanted to play with me.” The boy’s green eyes flickered mischievously. He was talking to a boy next to him, a fellow rookie.

The dark-haired boy’s cheeks turned a deep red. “Oh.” He could barely utter a syllable in embarrassment that the sandy-haired boy next to him caused.

The first boy laughed and clapped the other one on the back. “Ah, don’t worry about it. Everyone loves me.”

And the rest of the locker room laughed along with him. The dark-haired boy felt like he was in those high school movies, waiting for the atomic wedgie

Thrusting a hand into his face, “I’m Patrick Kane” the loud boy introduced himself.

Taking the other hand in his, “Sam Gagner” he limply shook it.

Grasping the hand hard, Patrick smiled genuinely at Sam, “Welcome to the Knights.”

The team practices were fun and joking and it looked to be a good year. During the drills, Patrick forced Sam to work with him.

And he subjected him to the jokes that grew tired with his old teammates. Like his repertoire of dead baby jokes.

But Sam laughed and smiled like he actually liked the jokes.

So, Patrick continued talking, talking about his life and his family and his old teammates and his former teams.

Like his fascination with his hometown team, the Buffalo Sabres. And how he worked at his father’s Jeep dealership in the summers.

And Sam listened with an eager ear.

Their new coach took note of this, telling the assistant coach to watch for the developing chemistry between them two. Assistant Coach Gagner nodded his head, watching the two players very closely

Their first game as Knights was something else.

Patrick threw up three times from nerves. He was always nervous before a big game. There was so much expectation, so many hopes and fears.

Sam accidentally laced up his left skate first, a sure sign of a bad game. He frantically paced the locker room, convincing himself that superstitions were dumb and useless.

Coach called for the pre-game speech but Patrick could barely hear him over the crowd’s screaming. He thought there was something about having fun but winning. It was all the same after a while.

Then they lined up to leave the runway. Patrick took another deep breath, willing his stomach to stop trying to claw up his throat. Then he looked up and Sam was looking at him.

And that smile put Patrick at ease. He grinned back, the mouth curling in amusement.

And the building was buzzing. The anthem was drowned out by the beating of their hearts in their ears.

Sam was standing at the bench, his third line not ready for action just yet. Peeking out from under his eyelashes, Sam could see Patrick. He shifted from skate to skate, digging grooves into the ice.

Neither really remembered the score of that first game, they had won though. And they celebrated with pizza and teammates and soda and video games. It was the perfect night.

Every practice after the first, Sam and Patrick would pair up, talking and practicing.

And soon, every game had them on the same line.

They were seen as different from each other, polar opposites. Interviewers would mention that all the time.

‘mean-spirited’

‘gentle’

‘smart mouth’

‘complacent’

Neither really cared about those labels, they played how they wanted to. They hung out with each other because they really wanted to, not because it was good for their ‘chemistry’.

And it all worked.

The natural center in Sam could find Patrick wherever he was and feed him the puck.

And the natural winger in Patrick would be in the spot, that one place where he couldn’t miss the target.

As the year progressed, they started hanging out more and more. Fighting over who got to be the Sabres in 2K6. Arguing who was the better goal scorer. Agreeing on ESPN being biased towards football.

Everything was roses until Patrick had a sudden realization.

Sam yawns as his mother opens the hotel door. “Oh, hello, come right in.” He looks over and sees Patrick’s parents grasping a champagne bottle, Patrick in tow.

“Is it okay that we invited some other parents over?” Patrick’s mother fluffs her har, pulling her husband through the doorway at the same time.

Sam’s mother nods and smiles, “Yes, that’s perfectly fine. The more the merrier.”

But Sam can hear the irritated tone in her voice. He slouches back into the couch, staring at the fireplace. He doesn’t want to talk to Patrick and it seems like Patrick doesn’t want to talk to him either.

In moments the spacious hotel room is crowded and people are celebrating.

But Sam is still in his daze, smiling at nothing. He was just drafted, nothing could go wrong. A team wants him to play for them, a team drafted him specifically.

He’s walking on a cloud, the NHL cloud of possibility. And he never wants to leave.

He is an Oiler. Now that is awesome.

“Hey, Sam.”

Sam looks up and Patrick’s grinning down at him. Sitting up straight, Sam realizes that there are even more people in the room now. “Hey.” And everything’s so loud.

Patrick jolts a thumb towards the balcony, “Can we go outside? My parents keep trying to show me off.”

Laughing, Sam nods his head. And he leads them out to the balcony, sliding the door open. Patrick looks at him and grins again, as he ducks in the doorway.

Sam’s dad looks over to the couch, wondering where Sam went. And then he looks over to the balcony, seeing Patrick grin at Sam. And then his son laughs, blushing. And Dave turns his head, not wanting to know.

Sam walked into the kitchen, grabbing cheese and mayonnaise from the refrigerator.

Dave looked up from the hockey magazine he’d been fixated on for the past few days. “You still happy with your decision?”

Sam shrugged without turning around, “Yeah.” He opened the cupboard door and retrieved the loaf of bread.

“Is that all you have to say?” Dave turned the page of his magazine, seeing the article about his son again. He had read it ten times, each time feeling better and better about everything.

Sam slathered mayonnaise on the bread, “I think that I would like to be here and coached by you.” And he slapped two slices of American cheese on one half of the bread.

A smile lit up Dave’s features, “Really? That makes me so happy.”

“What are you so happy about?” Sam’s mom walked into the room, carrying stray glasses from the living room.

Sam took out a knife and cut the sandwich in half. “My decision to play for the Knights.”

His mom smiled too, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I am too because you can stay at home with us now.”

Sam nodded his head, “Yeah.” He took a seat across from his father, placing the sandwich in front of him.

And Dave said, “And you can play for me.”

Again, Sam nodded his head, taking a bite out of his sandwich. “Yeah.”

Still happy, Dave looked back to the article. And that was when he saw it, that quote that seemed so innocent, so innocuous before.

“’Before I signed on, I heard the possibility Kane was coming too and that was a huge factor in my decision’, Gagner said.”

Dave looked back up at his son, watching as he wiped a crumb off the corner of his mouth. Patrick Kane.

Shaking his head, Dave pours himself another glass of champagne. Could that be the main reason for his son’s decision to play for the Knights?

Then he looks towards the balcony, both boys disappearing in the dark sky. And he takes a swig of the fuzzy alcohol.

It could be, it probably was.

But he doesn’t want to know. If he ignores it…smiling at the other parents, sharing their pride…then maybe it will go away….maybe.

Sam’s fingers dance along the rail, the cold metal surprising under his touch. He waits for Patrick to say something. It was his idea to come out to the balcony after all.

Patrick takes a deep breath then leans over the balcony, inching closer to Sam. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier.”

Nodding his head, Sam knows that he means it. “Don’t worry about it. I was just being moody.”

Sighing, Patrick looks out over the city, the traffic buzzing past the hotel. “I really like being your friend, you know.”

It happened one day after a practice and Patrick was showering when Sam walked in. And he accidentally saw something he shouldn’t have. It changed his view on everything, turned his world topsy-turvy.

He watched Sam shower in sudden fascination. The way Sam’s muscles moved so gracefully under his skin, shifting smoothly. And his dark hair wet from the water, plastered to his forehead. And the way that his mouth moved when he spit the water out.

He never saw anything so breathtaking. It turned Patrick on more than any girl’s body ever did. He felt his cock swelling slightly and then quickly averted his eyes. He focused on the rest of his shower, thinking about cavities and babies and anything to get his erection to go away.

Sam didn’t know, he just showered as usual and said, “See you tomorrow, Kane.” And Sam flashed him that smile, that one gesture that sent Patrick’s heart fluttering.

He pretended that everything was fine at dinner that night, laughed when he was supposed to during his favorite parts of ‘Old School’.

But that night, lying alone in the dark, he thought of Sam in the shower. And how he smiled. Patrick knew that what he was feeling was wrong but he didn’t want to feel any other way.

Sam looks over at Patrick, his eyes sincere. “I know. I like being your friend.”

And then Patrick steps closer to him, closing the gap. He feels courage bubbling beneath his skin.

Sam has seen this scenario in a million teen comedies and he knows what’s going to happen. And he wants it, he wants it definitely.

The sounds of talking and laughing are drowned out by their heartbeats. Sam closes his eyes on instinct, feeling Patrick breathe on his lips.

Their lips meet softly, the world stopping. And Patrick’s hands wind their way in Sam’s hair, touching his neck. One of Sam’s hands grasps the railing for support and the other grips onto Patrick’s shirt.

Sam doesn’t know how to position his head so he doesn’t move. And Patrick is too frightened to try anything else besides lip-to-lip contact. So, they stand there, lips touching and not moving.

The world starts again when they part. The parents laugh harder as Patrick leans back off his tip-toes. Sam opens his eyes, his heart fluttering even faster.

Patrick’s worried as he looks at Sam, he did kiss him back, but that isn’t a sign of anything. He’s worried until Sam smiles, that knee-buckling grin, and Patrick knows that everything’s okay.

They both turn back to the skyline, the plane lights blinking above them. Patrick leans into Sam, “I still think I’m dreaming.”

Sam nods his head, yawning again. “I have to keep pinching myself to make sure that this is really happening.”

Patrick suddenly reaches over and pinches Sam’s upper arm, laughing when he does it.

Sam yelps, “Fuck!” and jumps away from Patrick.

Patrick laughs harder and points, “I guess this is really happening.”

And Sam can’t help but laugh as he rubs the injured arm. “Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes and resumes his position at the railing.

A car alarm goes off and another champagne cork goes popping. And Patrick leans over the railing too, next to Sam.

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that was really good! i love fic about baby hockey boys. they definitely seem to compliment each other well.

aw, thank you so much, glad you liked it!

ps- i had to use my Dion icon for this cause of yours

dion icon's rock! especially when they are devoted to his ass.

Aw, I really liked this! Sam is just absolutely adorable, and I agree with the above statement. They do really seem to compliment each other well.

Hope to see more! ♥

glad you liked it!

they do complement each other well, at least in this 'alternate' world lol.

A patrick kane fic!? you rock my world.
Aw Patrick and Sam are so cute, they go well together.

thanks for reading...im happy that i rocked someones world today!

So you know it's a good day when you look at your flist and find...a Patrick Kane fic! He is SO adorable with Sam, and just adorable in general. I was at the draft, too, and I got so excited when he got picked first :)
Lovely!

the draft was probably one of the funnest experiences of my life...and that's where i fell in love with these two...

thanks for reading and glad i could make your day good!

This is such a weird thing to comment on but I love the last line, like the whole thing is full of this great tension, and you're just waiting for it to resolve and it sort of does when they kiss, but it's that last line that really does it for me. It's so simple, but it just does wonders to show the way the tension just sort of melts off and they're just so casual with being so close now, kind of like they a little part of them almost expected it all along.

Haha sorry for rambling! Anyway I really liked it :)

first, thats not a weird thing to comment on because the last lines are the most important part of the story, wraps it up neatly and tightly or it can send the story in a tailspin and sequels! second, i just wanted to show that they kissed and it wasnt that big of a deal, things may change but they're still the same two kids, friends and teammates and some day something more.

you probably didnt want to hear about the inner workings of the fic but...obviously i ramble too.

glad you enjoyed it!

I think so too! I always feel weird picking out such little things to ramble on about especially when it's the first thing I've read from someone :P That's exactly what I mean though, ending it on such a quiet note worked really well.

And I definitely don't mind hearing about the inner workings of things! I'm a creative writing major so I already read way too far into everything; I love hearing people talk about what they were thinking when they were writing things!

comments that pick out that particular part that stood out to the reader are the best ones to get. they make me feel like what i write actually makes sense and is memorable.

don't even get me started, i could talk about the inner workings of stories for hours! i love finding the inner meanings of things, even if there isn't one. most of my friends are creative writing majors so i know what you mean about reading way too far into things, they do it to me all the time.

I'm always trying to make more of things that there really is, I swear.

And I love it when people leave me comments like that! And then for some reason I still always hesitate on leaving them, like the writer's going to rail on me for interpreting it wrong or something hahaha.

is it weird that i sort of know pat kane and his family but love readin fic about him...
i guess not.

i loved this a lot. i love the flash backs and the innocence of it. it was so good. I WANT MORE <333

nah, thats not weird at all...so glad that you loved it and i will definitely try to write some more!

I was wondering how long it would be until someone took a stab at writing the new kids on the block. I love Sam Gagner.

This was adorable and beautifully written. I really liked it. Hope more is on the way from these two. ^.^

it took me about, oh, a month before i thought of writing them. sam gagner makes me swoon and im older than him (by only 3 years) but still...

thank you for the awesome comment, glad you liked it!

I pretty much love you for writing Pat/Sam. And it's very well-written :)

I like the mix between past and present, getting a glimpse of what they were like then and now. You wrote their personalities really well too.

The ending had a good mix of sweet and humourous. Excellent, excellent.

you made me blush...and I pretty much love you for reading Pat/Sam.

I was really worried about the past/present dynamics and the personalities that I gave them so I'm so happy that you liked them.

thanks for the comment and I'm glad you liked it!

I'm a Knights fan, so I love these kids :D I was actually planning on writing a fic for them myself, heh.

If you've got more in the works, I'm definitely up for reading it!

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aw, thank you for saying that the characterizations were great...I was really worried about that

glad you loved it.

When I found this I had a little bit of a freak-out.

You are godly for having written this. And if it's not too much to ask for more then OH MY GOD, PLEASE.

*blushes* Thank you.

I was extremely surprised to find that someone commented on this. And I love them two together. I did a little follow up at my journal but I did not post it here. If you want to read it, just ask.

Oh god, I would absolutely love that.

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