The Final Base

Heart & Ice

The cold air kissed his face when he emerged from the locker room. The figure skaters were just finishing off their practice. When the Zamboni made it's run so the hockey team could start their warm ups for the day. Logan was hoping with the charity game coming up Coach would go easy on them, but he knew that wouldn't be the case. There's still a real season to play, and at the moment they have the best score in their division. Making his way to the bench he started to take his skate guards off just as Nixie did some sort of move where she spun around in the air. A Lutz? Yeah that sounded right. At least he thinks it does. It was one of the few days their skate time overlaps, which, in his opinion are the best days. Believe it or not he does enjoy watching his sister fly across the ice. And it's nice having someone who understands what he's talking about.

There are times where he feels like the black sheep of the family. Tyler has the whole country's eyes on him being the first born son of Albert Dasilva by only four minutes. Nixie's a triple threat now. Not only is she the youngest and only daughter, but also won freaking silver in some high level competition. There's no denying that she's a favor for the Olympics when she's old enough.

Then there's him. He has the best status, college and even the draft have been talking in his ear. He knows his parents are proud, his father did everything he could when he declared he wanted to play hockey, so why does he feel this way when he shouldn't? All the kids know how their parents grew up, living in a foster home, their own families a mess so they found refuge in each other and became a family of their own. They've all heard the stories, the good the bad and the chaotic.

"Hey," Nixie said out of breath as she skated up to the boards.

"Hey yourself," Logan replied. "You're looking a little sloppy out there for someone who placed silver."

"Shut up! That was the best run I've done since coming back," Nixie protested.

"Say what you want Nix, but my game requires more mental strategy," Logan said as he stood up.

"Ha! As if!" Nixie scoffed with crossed arms. "Silver medal."

"World juniors."

Rolling her eyes Nixie simply flicked her ponytail over her shoulder and proceeded to step off the ice. As she stepped past him she patted him on the shoulder and said, "Whatever helps you sleep at night sweetie." sitting on the bench she started to clean the shaved ice off her skates before beginning the process of taking them off. Just as this was happening she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. At first it was a blur of a black helmet and navy blue, but by the way the hairs of her neck stood up she had a feeling of who it was.

"Dasilva," a somewhat deep voice greeted. "Mini Dasilva," he said to her.

"Hey Hunter," Nixie replied, pretending she was too busy snapping the skate guards on to make eye contact. Because if she did her face would turn red hot and it would be hard to restrain her smile. Not only did they have history and English together, but Hunter Lewis also became Logan's little shadow. As a fellow d-man it makes sense he'd want tips from an upper class man. Though the two boys aren't on the same line, tips are tips after all. And he's become a good friend of her brother. "Forbidden fruit." Nixie reminded herself. "But not as forbidden as Tins is to Logan so."

"Ready to kick some Bobcat butt?" Logan asked.

"Hell yeah I am!" Hunter replied enthusiastically. Sometimes he's like a golden retriever with the way he acts with the more senior teammates. Excited, wide eyed, and ready to have your back. Too bad there's no fighting in high school hockey, Nixie wouldn't mind seeing the gloves come off. Specifically from Hunter. When those brown eyes zero in on someone it makes Nixie a little nervous, but in a good way.