(Jordyn's P.O.V.)

"Look, my team's in the finals, and I'm their captain.  I need to be there for them," I tell him as I walk towards the security line in Toronto Pearson International Airport.  

Connor sighs into the phone, "Okay, will you at least be watching the game on television then?"

"Of course.  I'll do my absolute best to follow the game, whether it would be watching it live, or sneaking headphones onto the court during the championship match."

He laughs, "Will the refs catch you and won't your team be mad?"

"Depends on how well I hide it," I kid with him.  

"I love you, Jordyn.  Good luck with your match tonight."

I stop right before the security line, "Love you as well Connor.  I'll call you after the game tonight."

He hangs up after a moment of silence, but it is probably because he is smiling.  I hope I can see the biggest smile on my face when I surprise him tonight.  Tonight, Rogers Place could be host to history if the Oilers can defeat the Los Angeles Kings.  Edmonton can clinch a playoff spot for a shot at winning the Stanley Cup.  

And that's why I hand a security guard my airline ticket along with an ID.  See, I didn't have a volleyball tournament this weekend.  It was canceled because the facility we were supposed to be at was booked twice.  Of course, they eliminated the tournament because it wouldn't hail in revenue compared to the other event: a basketball tournament.  I found out about this sudden twist of fate last night, and less than thirty minutes later, I booked a flight to Edmonton.  

Even better, I managed to keep it a secret from Connor McDavid.  Yes, I'm dating the captain of the Edmonton Oilers, but we like to keep our relationship private.  I don't want to be bothering him too much during the season.  However, what kind of a person would miss something so significant for their romantic partner and for his/her's team?  Connor was by my side when I tried out for my new volleyball team, so I decided it was time to return the favor.  

Security was a breeze, and I dash to the gate just as the plane starts to board.  The flight was thirty minutes early, and I hop in line to wait to board.  The line moves quickly, and as I walk down the jet bridge, my phone ringer goes off.  Connor sent me a quick text message.

Connor: Wish you could be here.  Good luck tonight though!  

Me: You as well!  And I'll be there in spirit like I always am.  

He reads my message but doesn't reply, so I turn off my phone and wait for the plane to start taxing out of the gate for takeoff.  I close my eyes as we approach the runway to head towards Edmonton.  Six hours until the puck drops, and the timing right now could not be going any smoother.  By the time we take off, I am already out like a light.  

And I'm slowly getting closer to Connor again.  

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The plane lands on time at Edmonton International Airport, and I wake up as soon as the plane touches down.  We taxi into the gate, and the whole city is embracing the Oilers.  Orange and blue lights dance everywhere inside the airport, and everyone seems to be wearing those sacred colors that represent Connor and his team.  

As soon as I'm off the plane, I text Connor one last time to wish him good luck.  He doesn't reply, which I expected, but I start to walk towards baggage claim.  I didn't bring a suitcase because I didn't know how long I would be staying, and also I stashed some of my Oilers' things at Connor's place.  

I frantically walk outside, as there is only two hours before game time.  Realistically, this only gives me about an hour to make it to Rogers Place so I can get a decent spot along the glass for warmups.  Oh yeah, also I have to pick up my ticket at Will Call and actually enter the arena, so let's add in another fifteen minutes to go through that whole process.  Forty five minutes to make my way over, not necessarily impossible but not ideal.  

I hail a taxi and the driver asks, "Where to?"

"Rogers Place."

The driver looks and comments, "Ah, a McDavid fan I see?"

"Yeah."

He turns on the radio, and the song that comes on is definitely a country tune.   Country isn't my favorite, but I started to listen to the song as the taxi drives away from the airport.  

We were golden, we were fire, we were magic

Yeah, and they all knew our names all over town

We had it made in the middle of the madness

We were neon in a grey crowd

Yeah, we wrote our own story

Full of blood sweat and heartbeats

We didn't do it for the fame or the glory

But we went down in history

Yeah, we were legends

Loving you, baby, it was heaven

What everyone wondered, we'd never question

Close our eyes and took on the world together

Do you remember?

We were crazy

Tragic and epic and so amazing

I'll always wear the crown that you gave me

We will always stay lost in forever

And they'll remember

We were legends 

I smile at the song as I look through my phone to see if he texted me back at all.  He hasn't yet, so I decide to look at photos of the two of us from the last time we saw each other.  One of our quirky little traditions is to take photos of one another no matter what we are doing.  We don't go on many dates due to distance, so we want to cherish all the time we do have together.  

"We're at Rogers Place, that'll be eleven dollars and fifty cents," the driver tells me.  

I pay him with a tip and dash towards Will Call.  The line, although short, was long enough to make me worry about not having enough time in the world to make it in the arena on time.  As soon as I approach the window, I blurt out, "Jordyn!  That's my name!"

The lady chuckles and hands me my ticket, "Have fun miss."

I run across the plaza and wait in yet another line to enter said arena.  If the first line didn't test my patience enough, it was sure being tested here.  The one key item I forgot: people are sometimes very slow, no matter where you go.  

A security guard looks through my backpack and asks, "Did you just come from the airport?"

"Yes Ma'am, my flight just landed," I reply.  

She hands me my bag once I step through the metal detector and the usher scans my ticket.  As soon as he hands the ticket back to me, I bolt down to the ice.  The only place along the glass I could find was on the side of their bench right near the goal.  

As soon as I arrive, the public address goes off, "Welcome to the ice, your Edmonton....OILERS!!"

The crowd explodes as they take the ice, and Connor is the last one to come out of the tunnel before the coaching staff.  He skates by me, in the zone and ready to defeat their opponents.  I watch him and smile to myself.  He skates by again, but he looks directly at me.

He mouths out, "Jordyn?"

"Surprise!" 

He chuckles, and gets back to warming up in all of two seconds.  Warm ups seem to end as soon as they begun, and the team exits the ice to get ready to play the Kings.  I make my way up to the upper levels to my seat.  

The great thing about my seat?  I could take some cool photos to continue our tradition.  When Connor was taking the opening faceoff, I snapped a picture as he won it.  When he scored in the first, I got a photo of him grinning as the whole arena explodes!  

The Oilers ended up winning 2-1, and a security guard arrives to escort me down to the locker room so I could officially reunite with him.  They definitely wrote their own story, and there were still going to be many chapters left to write in.  

As soon as I arrive in the area where the other significant others stand, I couldn't help but think back to that song earlier.  Maybe we are going to be legends, at least to our friends and family.  Players start to trickle out and Connor is the last one to come out.  

He runs to me and wraps me up in a hug, "I thought you weren't coming!"

"I told you I would be here, and look what happened," I reply to him.  

Connor kisses my cheek, "How long are you here for?"

"As long as I need to be to support you, Connor."

He takes my hand and leads me out to the player's parking lot, "What happened to the tournament though?"

"Canceled.  Place was over booked."

Connor scoffs as we get into his car, "How long did you plan this out for?"

"I found out about the tournament yesterday, so maybe twenty-four hours at the most?"

Connor shuts the driver door as I open the passenger door and get in.  As soon as the car turns on, he has the same country station on.  

That same song is just ending, and Connor looks at me.  He smiles and gently holds my hand, "This song made me think of you, Jordyn."

"I thought the same thing when I heard it on the way to the arena.  I missed you, Connor."

"I missed you two, but I get to see you for a few days at least."

"I forgot to mention something, the next tournament is here in Edmonton.  And it's in June."

"After the Stanley Cup Parade, right?" 

I laugh, "Let's just celebrate what's here and now.  First playoff berth since 2006, right?"

He looks at me, "It doesn't mean anything unless we win it all."

I roll my eyes, "There's still plenty to be written."

Connor starts to drive out of the parking lot, "You're right.  I can't believe you became a part of my story though."

"We started to write our own story together though."

He stops at a red light and kisses me really quick on the lips as the last line fades out in the song. 

We were crazy

Tragic and epic and so amazing

I'll always wear the crown that you gave me

We will always stay lost in forever

And they'll remember

We were legends

We were, yeah, we were legends

Yeah, we wrote our own story.

And our story is just beginning.  

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@kardelisa9022 requested this one!  This one was awesome for me to write especially with the song mentioned throughout.  The link for the song is the clip mentioned at the beginning of the chapter.  

Hope y'all enjoy!  

-Kristina