I stood standing there, watching his car drive off down the small street.

Did that really just happen? Did he really just accuse me of being with Hank? Did he really just leave me?

What had just happened?!

I dropped my bag on the ground and pulled out my phone as the first few tears rolled down my cheeks.

"H-hank?" I asked, sniffing as the ringing stopped. I didn't know who else to call. I couldn't talk to anyone else about this.

"Sam? What's wrong?" he worridly asked.

"Can y-you come over please?"

"Okay. I'll be over in 20." Hank said fastly.

"But-" I started. "Can you s-stop and get a few buckets of ice cream? I'll p-pay you back."

"Ice cream? Buckets of ice cream?" he asked, sounding confused. "Um, sure. What kind?"

"Any." I answered.

"Okay. See you soon." Hank said. "Can you ARE telling me what's wrong."

"Okay. Thank you, Hank." I sniffed. "See ya soon."

We hung up, and I sniffed big time, wiping the tears off my face. I dug in my pocket for the key, wrapping my fingers around it I pulled it out, then grabbed my bag and headed into the house.

~

Fourty minutes later there was a knock on my door. I got up from the couch where I sat and made my way over. I opened the door to see Hank standing there looking worried, with plastic bags hanging from his wrists.

I motioned him in and he came, kicking off his shoes we went into the kitchen.

Still not saying a word, not showing emotion, I grabbed two spoons, and walked over to the bags, taking out the ice cream. He'd bought about 5 cartons.

"Spoon." I said, handing him one of the two. He took it with a confused look. I looked back down at the ice cream and grabbed a Moose Tracks, then said. "Choose your weapon."

He slowly grabbed a chocolate tub, then looked up. "Okay...?"

I nodded as an answer, and we headed into the family room.

I sat on one end, and Hank sat on the other. I opened up the ice cream and dug my spoon in, watching Hank follow slowly.

"I ran into Pavel on the way here." Hank said, after a few bites. "He looked pretty sad, but when he saw me he got pissed. What's up?"

Pavel looked sad? Sad? No, Hank probably just read him wrong.

I took a deep breath, then told Hank what had happened.

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After a few hours I made Hank go home, much to his protest. I really wanted to be alone to think about this.

I'd messed up big time. Messed up a relationship. Messed up a friendship. And one that meant so much to me.

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Two days later I woke up early. Yesterday there wasn't any practice, but today there was.

I pulled on some basketball shorts and a Nike top, then headed down stairs. I grabbed my bag from the spot my the door, and my keys that hung on the wall, then headed out.

~

I walked into the Joe pretty late, traffic was bad. Thank god Babs always gave us the first hour to do what we needed\wanted to do.

I dumped my bag in the empty locker room, grabbing my iPod and a water bottle I headed towards the training room, instead of the ice. I really didn't want to be with people right now. Defiantly not the team.

~

No one was there, so I stuck my iPod in the holder, and blasted Coldplay. Even though I loved them, their music always brought me down, so I only listened to it when I wasn't in the best of moods.

~

After about twenty minutes of biking, I got off, taking a swig of water, I turned off the music and grabbed my iPod.

I headed out to the main part of the Joe, where the fans walked, and started jogging. None of the team ever did this, so my chances of running into someone, which I really didn't want to do, was slim.

~

After 2 laps I stopped to take a sip of water. Looking around, I noticed I was by the door that led up the where the DJ\announcers sat. And the door was open. I smirked, slowly creeping up the stairs.

At the top no one was there. I sighed in relief. I sat down in one of the big comfy chairs, and watched the boys practice down there. I should be there, but I'm not.

Babs had everyone line up and do a shootout drill. Ty in one goal, Jimmy in the other. The team split up into two lines, both going at one goalie, practicing and learning new tricks.

Bert was up next, slowly coming up, he quickly changed his hands making Jimmy dodge to one side, but switched back and scored before he could block it.

I shook my head, and came up with a great idea. I quickly got on the microphone that blasted throughout the whole Joe, and said. "Come on, Jimmy! You can do better than that!"

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked around. I started laughing my ass off, then noticed my laugh was ten times louder than usual. The microphone was still on!

Once I had cooled down, I said to the guys who were still very confused, "I'm up above section 208." Everyone looked up to me. I waved from through the glass window. Most waved back. Most.

"I'll be out in fifteen." I said, talking to Babs. I could see his mouth moving, and his arms too, but couldn't tell what he meant. I shrugged, heading down even though I really didn't want to.

The team could almost always notice when I wasn't 100 percent. And I think I was like a flashing neon light at the moment. They'd ask what was wrong. Try to fix things. I didn't want that.

~

I hobbled down the hall to the ice on my skates. Once I could see out, I saw the team waiting by. They laughed at me. Not really at me, but at what I did. Almost like an approval. Most of them did.

I smiled at them, letting out a laugh, but before I could join them Babs grabbed onto my shoulder and said. "Come on."

I sighed, following him down the hall to his office. I sat across from him, watching as he put his feet on the desk.

"Where were you? Why were you late?" he demanded. Typical Babs.

I sighed before answering. "Traffic was bad. Then I headed for the bikes and a run." I explained.

"Pavel got here on time." he stated.

I nodded. "I didn't come with him."

Babs gave me a look. Who knows what it means. "And why?"

"It's my business." I said, getting up, heading for the door.

Before I could get out Babs called. "You can't keep stuff from the team, Samantha."

I cringed as he used my full name. It hadn't been used in more than three years. I nodded, and headed out.

~

When I got back to the ice everyone was doing their own thing. I decided to join Lids and Hank doing some laps to warm up. They greeted me, and then skated.

I watched Pavel suddly. Every once and awhile I would catch him looking over at me. When we realized each other were looking, we'd look away.

~

"Sam," I heard Nick say from beside me. "What's up?" more in a concerned tone than conversational. He took be over to the benches, and we sat down, getting a drink.

I shrugged.

"You didn't come with Pavel today," Nick said, more stating than questioning. "And you haven't talked to him in the past 2 hours."

I shrugged and nodded at the same time.

"Sam," he said in a tone that meant 'tell me or I'll force it out of you.'

"It's nothing, Nick," I lied. It wasn't nothing. Not to me. Getting up, I started to skate off my Nick called after me, so only I could hear.

"I'll just have to force it out of him." That stopped me in my tracks. I didn't want him going to Pavel. Not anyone.

I spun around and growled. "No."

Nick nodded, a small smirk on his face. Nick rarely got like this... "Just tell me and I won't have to go to him."

Tell him, and blow a secret that everyone but Hank didn't have to know, or tell him and let him know? What did I gain out of him knowing? Support?

Just when I was going to tell him, Babs blew the whistle, and we all huddled in around each other. Babs gave his speech, then we all headed out.

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The next morning I woke up wanting to get out of there, no matter what. I got down to the Joe early, and headed into Babs office.

I knocked on the door, waiting for a few seconds I heard a "come in". I opened the door and walked in.

"What'cha want, Swifty?"

"Can I miss the next three days, please? I was hoping to head Up North with my dad..." I said.

Babs knew about the accident after the playoffs, and I think that that helped my case. He nodded and said. "But don't be late on Saturday."

I gave a small smile, and said. "Thanks." then headed out.

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Driving down the highway in my big, silver F-150, my dad asked. "So why aren't you taking that Pavel?"

I groaned inside my head. I hadn't thought about having to worry about my dad. I shrugged at him, and said. "I don't spend every second with him, you know." Even though it felt like this past summer I did.

He stayed silent the rest of the ride.

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On the second day my dad and I went out to the side garage and looked around at the old stuff we had stored in here.

"Hey, Sammy, remember this?" he asked. I looked over at him as he held up the case to something. My violin!

When I was little my mother started me playing the violin. I stopped playing when I reached college though, and it apparently it ended up here in the garage.

~

After dinner my dad brought my violin inside. I plopped my phone down on the couch, and picked the violin up. I started playing the first song that came to mind, and was whisked away, as if all the problems in the world went away.

At the end of the song my dad grinned. "You've still got it!" I laughed.

~

My dad headed to the bathroom a few minutes later, I picked my violin up again and took it out onto the deck of the cottage. I sat on the railing, my legs hanging over a two story drop to the beach, and I started playing a song I just heard a few month ago and loved.

I played the beginning of Paradise slow and steady. Then, the big boom happened, and everything picked up. When the lyrics started, I hummed along, lowly singing.

~POV change~

On the way out of the bathroom John saw Sam sitting on the ledge, getting an idea he looked around. Her phone was lying on the couch. He grabbed it, and turned it on. Thank god he had the same kind, and knew how to work it.

He turned it on and clicked on the video app. John slowly opened the door and recorded Sam. After a minute, he clicked stop, and went to "send video".

John sent it to Pavel. He bet that he'd never seen this before!

'Never seen this before, have you? -John' he sent to Pavel.

A minute later he got a text back. 'I haven't... she didn't tell you, did she?'

Tell him what? John sent back 'Tell me what?'

Before he could get an answer Sam walked in.

~Sam's POV~

I saw my dad with my phone! "What are you doing with my phone?" I asked, coming in and putting my violin down.

My dad ignored me and asked. "What didn't you tell me? What does Pavel mean by "she didn't tell you, did she?"

My phone went off, playing "She Loves You" by The Beatles. I snatched it out of my fathers hands and looked at the text.

'She'd rather be with Hank.' was all it said.

Tears sprang to my eyes. 'No I wouldn't! Pavel, I didn't do anything! I wouldn't ever! How can you believe I would? I thought we knew each other better.'

I wiped away my tears, and waited for a text to come back. It didn't. It didn't ever.

~Two days later~

Hank grinned as he saw me walk into the locker room. I walked over and gave him a small hug.

"Tomorrow night. We're going out to dinner." he said. I raised an eyebrow. "I booked a dinner for two at this new restruant in Plymouth. It's supposed to be really god. Oh, and you have to dress up."

"Hank..." I started. I didn't know how I felt about this. I knew he didn't mean it like that, but I didn't want to do that.

He gave me a puppy dog face. I sighed. "Okay."

Hank grinned. "Thank you!" he said. "We'll just go from here, 'kay?"

I nodded.

Authors Note: Okay. Sorry for the long wait. Not that anyone was waiting, but.. so, yeah. This happened all quick, right? Yeah. It's been about a month 1\2 since they got together. AND this chappie didn't flow, I know, so.. sorry. (oh, and I met someone last weekened... PAVEL DATSYUK!)