The Masquerade ~ Jonathan Toews

Chapter 13

A/N Anything supposed to be spoken in French is represented by italics.
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The plane ride back to France was long and uneventful. Amy spent the whole ride replaying the scenario from when she had left in her head. Patrick had driven her to the airport with a half asleep Michael sitting in the back. He eventually woke up when Patrick slammed on his brakes and sent his head flying forward. They had to stop a bleeding nose for the next 10 minutes.

Amy's mind slowly drifted away as she slipped into a peaceful slumber. She had been bearing this flight for the past 10 hours and decided to sleep through the rest. A slight shove brought her back from her slumber. She made eye contact with the flight attendant.

'Ma'am we need you to buckle up, the flight will be landing in 10 minutes, thank you." The attendant hurried away with out further conversation and Amy buckled her self into her seat.

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Mary greeted Amy at the door and hugged her tightly.

"I missed you for 2 weeks...how am I supposed to go on after you completely leave France all together at the end of the year?" Mary looked mockingly sad as she let Amy go. Amy grinned.

"Well, Mary, if all goes as planned, I do plan on living in Orleans after I finish college. Speaking of which, I got my letter telling me I was officially out of the classes I had enrolled for. Three months later." Mary smiled and followed Amy up the stairs to her temporary apartment. Mary was her neighbor and the two instantly hit it off as soon as Amy moved in. They were now best friends and Amy knew she would miss Mary greatly when she got back to America.

"How Pierre?" Amy asked, not realizing she forget the is in her sentence.

"It's how is Pierre" Mary emphasized her is as she spoke to Amy, "and he's doing fine. Nothing big or anything as happened." Mary's voice was laced with sarcasm as she itched her nose with her left hand. A slight glimmer caught Amy's eye.

She grabbed Mary's hand."A ring?!"

Mary was beaming.

"When did he ask? I must know details. Everything. Spill the beans."

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Jonathan gripped his stick in his hand tighter than her normally does sending the puck to hit crossbar. He'd been pondering what Amy had asked him for a while now.

'Why are you wasting your life?'

Jonathan to say the least, was baffled by the fact that Amy spoke French. He hadn't expected her to be able to speak it. He had thought she was partnered up with some translator.

He shot the puck again going wide.

"You know," A voice behind him spoke, "Anger shots wont go in. Trust me, I've done this before."

Jonathan spun around to face Patrick Kane. His face darkened even more.

"What do you want Kane?"

Patrick stuck his arms out. "Look around you Joanthan. You're standing in the middle of the freaking United Center. You make 6 million dollars a year. Every young hockey playing boy wamts to be just like you, and I want my old Captain back. The one that," Patrick shrugged, "sure was kinda serious, but you still joked around, you still laughed, you still..I dont know. I miss you Tazer. We all do. If I have to, I'll get on a plane myself and fly to Orleans to find that girl. Don't let her go Jonathan, you need her." Patrick rubbed the back of his neck, "that's all."

Jonathan skated over to Patrick and wrapped in a bro-hug.

"I needed that, Man. You have no idea." That's when he lost it. In the middle of the UC holding on to Patrick , Jonathan lost it. He crumpled to eyes and began to sob. He didn't care what Patrick would say about it later, he just needed to let it go. Patrcik rubbed his back and let him cry. He was proud of Jonathan to say the least. Patrick had the same mixed feeling due to his situation with Michael. He closed his eyes.

Jonathan began to regain his composer and looked up at Patrick.

"Wanna get some breakfast? It's only like 7 in the morning."

Patrick nodded and the two exited the ice. Patrick wrapped his arms around Jonathan as he sat next to him so Jonathan could take off his skates.

"You can't tell anyone, but Michael is in serious danger."

Jonathan looked at Patrick

"Have you told Amy?" Patrcik shook his head.

"I can't. I haven't even told Michael, but that Brad kid that had hurt him is outta jail and he found me on the street one day. He told me to stay away from his Michael cause he was gonna get him back."

Jonathan stood up. He grabbed Patrick's hand and pulled him up with him.

"Let's talk about this over breakfast."

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Amy awoke from her nap and rolled over onto her side pulling the covers tighter around her body. She looked at the clock.

5:25

Jet lag had taken a toll on her body and she collapsed the minute she got home. She yawned then decided to get outta bed after much persuasion from a growling stomich. She texted Mary and asked her if she wanted to get a bite to eat with her for dinner. Mary immediately replied with an enthusiastic 'yes' follwed by emojies. Amy chuckled to herself then threw on some jeans. She was excited for the year ahead of her in Orleans.

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A/N Long time no see eh? This is just a really bad fill in chapter letting you know that Amy is back in France and Brad is outta jail for parole. Ill have more soon I promise

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