We sat there for the rest of the game, talking. Just talking. Not even really flirting like the two of us usually did, more like Robbie or Rizzo, or even Dad and my talks. I heard the team troupe somberly into the locker room.

"We lost." I said quietly

"Against the Russians? Of course we did." Jack replied as sarcastically as could be expected.

"Dad'll be here in a minute, I better go." I said, kissing Jack slowly, leaning over him.

He pulled back with a low hiss. "Shit, that hurt."

I kissed the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry."

He smiled and traced my bottom lip with his thumb. "S'okay, you're worth it."

I grinned. "Glad to hear it."

The door opened and I quickly pressed myself against the wall, out of sight.

"What'd Doc say?"

"What are your intentions with my daughter O.C."? I cringed at my father's serious tone.

"Well Herb, I love her." I always got shivers every time he said that.

"But has anything serious happened between the two of you?"

I decided to help my boyfriend out. "We didn't 'do the deed' if that's what you're wondering Dad." I said, stepping out of my hiding place.

If dad was surprised I was there, he didn't show it. He merely nodded in my direction and clasped his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Doc's gonna go with you to the hospital and get a picture of you knee taken." he slowly made his way to the locker room, then stopped and turned. "O.C.? Take care of her."

It was the XIIIth Olympic Games, in Lake Placid, New York. We met Jack that morning at the sign-in station.

"Herb it'll be fine I can fight through it." Jack must have been really hyped up on painkillers; I knew he couldn't skate on that leg.

"Okay, why don't you two join the boys over there?"

"He's trying to get rid of us." I whispered. "You're my boyfriend, I have a right to know these things!"

"How you doing O.C.?" Asked Suter.

"What'd Herb say?" Phil added.

"He's been keeping me in the dark."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," I said, more for my benefit than anyone else's.

After everyone signed in and got their ID badges, the team climbed into the bus, with the exception of Jack and I. The two of us stood on the ice, looking up at the stands and making idle chitchat.

"I'll be sitting right there." I said pointing.

"Be sure to tell me how the view is." Jack replied. I looked at him questionably. "I've never watched a live game before, I've always played in it."

"Well, we can watch the German game, East meets West." I looked back to see Dad making his way towards us. "I'll see you on the bus." I said, kissing Jack on the edge of his jaw.

I stood against the side of the bus, sandwiched between Robbie and Rizzo, observing the conversation.

"What's he saying? What's he saying?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Dana you're crushing my hand."

I let go of Robbie. "Sorry."

"Whoo! O.C.'s playin' baby!"

"Yes!" I cried, choking Rizzo in my hug. "Yes!"