Okay readers! Here is the second bonus chapter! This chapter belongs within Chapter 2, The Longest Night. I'm sure you always wondered what Julie and Portman did about all night while babysitting drunk Connie! You're about to find out… Also, this helps to explain why Julie was so upset that Portman simply said she was a "fun girl" while telling her goodbye.

BONUS CHAPTER: I Think It's Broken

Julie rolled her eyes at Charlie, who was lying on the floor snoring. He'd eaten 3 pieces of pizza and had passed out while they watched ESPN. Connie was currently in a sleeping phase, which was nice, and they were trying not to disturb her into pukey wakefulness. Portman and Julie shared a glance and both rolled their eyes, silently communicating their mutual disdain at the situation.

Julie was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Portman got up from his place in one of the hotel room chairs and joined her on the floor. "Let me see your hand," he whispered, holding out his hand to take hers.

She had been trying to ignore it because it was throbbing despite all of the Advil she'd taken. Portman sucked in a breath as she pulled her hand out from the blankets. "Owww, that really looks broken," he whispered, turning more toward her on the floor and taking her hand gently in both of his. She was genuinely touched by his concern, although she felt a little bit ashamed of herself for losing her temper as she did.

He must have sensed her thoughts. "It was a great punch. He totally didn't see it coming. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a huge black eye."

"I think I punched him in the mouth. These scratches look like teeth marks," she said, pointing at her hand, which Portman was still cradling.

"Okay, no wonder you did so much damage to yourself. Don't punch a guy in the jaw, way too much bone there." They both shared a small smile. Julie became suddenly aware of how close Portman's face was to hers. Her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded with nerves.

"He totally deserved it, though," Portman said softly and leaned back just a little, but still held her right hand in his left, his right hand now slowly rubbing her bare arm. Oh my God, he's so hot, Julie thought to herself, allowing herself to look into his beautiful brown eyes. He looked a little terrified, which brought a smile to her face. She cut him some slack and looked away from him, releasing her intense stare.

"What is your honest opinion about this situation?" She whispered, relaxing her hand a little bit so that her fingers slipped just slightly between his. She couldn't bend her hand, so she couldn't hold his hand, but she wanted to see what it would feel like to hold Dean Portman's hand.

"Uh… what situation?" He asked, temporarily distracted by Julie's fingers intertwining with his.

"Connie and Guy, duh!" She whispered with a giggle, looking back at him.

"Um," he stalled as he tried to reel in his heart, which had jumped out of his chest. "I thought she was talking about US… me and her!" his brain raced.

"I guess I just wonder, what self respecting girl would want to be with a person who had cheated on her twice," Portman recovered.

"Why would a guy cheat on Connie?" Julie pondered softly, in case Connie was awake.

"She's cute and all, but I don't know… she's not my type. It's hard for me to guess why he cheated on her without seeing the girls he cheated with."

"Ouch! So are you saying she's not pretty enough for Guy?" Julie was baiting him, and she knew it. She moved to withdraw her hand from his, but he held onto her arm, careful not to squeeze her injured hand.

"That's not what I'm saying and you know that," he said in an exasperated whisper, his mouth softening into a smile at Julie's smug look, "And quit twisting my words around."

"Sorry, it was just too easy." She smiled again, relaxing back into her original position, allowing her shoulder to touch his.

They remained silent as they watched the weekly sports highlights, her hand still in his. After a few minutes, she sighed sleepily and leaned into him, her head finding a place on his shoulder. A small smile played at his features; he was going to count to ten and then put his arm around her.

A loud thump startled them and they jumped apart guiltily before running toward the bed. Seeing Connie crawl into the bathroom, they both paused, sighing in exasperation.

"Do you think we should take her to the hospital?" Julie whispered to Portman as Connie drove the porcelain bus for the tenth time, "what if she has alcohol poisoning?"

Portman looked out at Charlie, who was asleep on the floor, drooling, and then looked back down at Connie. "I think we're just worrying," he said softly, crossing his arms and leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"I worry too much," Julie sighed, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.

"It's alright… everyone needs someone to worry about them every once in a while," Portman said, sitting back down in one of the chairs. Julie sat down on the edge of the nearest bed, pulling the covers around her shoulders. They sat in silence, not knowing what to say. Julie wanted to spill her guts about how much she'd been thinking about him, but hearing Connie crying in the bathroom reminded her that a long distance relationship would be difficult. On top of that, dating a team member looked like a pretty bad idea.

Portman, on the other hand, was doing everything he could not to slip under the covers with Julie and comfort her. She was deep in thought and her brow was furrowed. It had been so long since he had held a woman in his arms, and just thinking about her made his face a little flushed. But after what had happened with Connie and Guy, Portman knew that it would take some serious convincing to get Julie to date him long distance. It would be his summer project, he supposed. Although it would be difficult to accomplish over IM and by phone only. Perhaps he could somehow manipulate another reunion in a few months. Wasn't Bombay's first NHL game as a coach approaching? Surely the team would need to be around for that…

Their high speed thoughts were interrupted by another loud thud. Connie had fallen asleep and her head had slid off the toilet, knocking over the trash can. Portman jumped up from his chair and hurried into the bathroom. Connie snored on lazily as if nothing had happened, her body curled in a little ball in front of the toilet.

"She owes us," Julie whispered, rolling her eyes.

"Big time," Portman mumbled.