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His game didn't start to suffer immediately following the break-up. It happened very gradually; a few extra penalties here, a missed shot there. The rest of the team, if they noticed, didn't say anything to him about it. They just carried on as usual, skating their best and trying to win games...

The time that Lena spent with Anatoli after her return to Washington was not what she'd expected. She understood that he had to travel most of the year for games, so she wasn't expecting to see him as often as she did. She'd returned home from Moscow just before New Year's and already Anatoli...

Even though he spent his life living a dream and doing what he loved, Max's favorite part of the day fast became the time when he left the arena behind. He would skip having a shower at the arena following some games or practices, when he knew Mary would be at home. In spite of her half-hearted...

After the first few weeks, Rebecca slowly started to get the hang of it. She learned how to get from campus to work and back again. She knew how to get home and to the library. The path to the local coffee shop a few blocks from both her apartment and campus was what she learned most quickly...

Unsure of why he'd come all this way when he knew they weren't here, Mark Gaines stood outside the main entrance to the Verizon Center, leaning on his crutches. He scowled at the building as though he could make his team reappear and his injury vanish. Then he felt the dull throb in his right...

With her head in her hands, Anna Willis wondered how in the hell she was going to get through this. She couldn't concentrate for the life of her. Her son Riley was crying from his room; night terrors. After another agonizing minute, she pushed away from the kitchen table and walked down the hall...

"See?" Mark Gaines was beyond excited as he glided past the bench at practice. His coach, fellow teammates, and one very concerned trainer looked on with unreadable expressions. Mark scowled as he turned, his skates slicing through the ice and sending a shower of snow in the opposite direction...

This is usually the spot where I mention who the story is dedicated to, or who requested the story featuring whichever player and team. However, this time, this story is all for me. He's my favorite player on my favorite team and that's all there is to it. ;) One funny point to share first... I...

Hello all, Here's my latest and possibly the last one for a while. You can check out my profile for more info on the reason why, if you care enough. :) This story isn't for anyone specifically - except maybe sprezzatura, since she seems to now be obsessed with this player. Don't lie, you...

The dream was always the same. The tide pushing, pulsing with need and then ebbing. My body felt the tug and rolled with it, like a piece of driftwood cast away. I didn't fight the feeling. I was limp, empty of the strength to swim, or even float. The water pulled me under and there were...