A/N: Here you have it. The answer to the question you've all been asking: "What happens when hockey players go for fast-food?" I'm going to ask for three reviews—or at least one really long review—before I post the next chapter. This story is mainly to keep my creative juices flowing while my other is on a temporary vacation. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It was really fun to write.

darkdestiny: Her mom likes Buzz, I guess in retrospect I understand how that could cause confusion.

meadow567: sorry about the mix up:-)

Six

It was only the second day of practice and these boys were learning the meaning of the term 'hit the ground running.'

"Blue line—back. Red line—back. Far blue line—back. Far red line—back," Herb explained the infamous Herbies.. "Get used to this drill, boys, we're going to be doing it a lot. Why? Because, the legs feed the wolf, gentlemen." I rolled my eyes, knowing it'd take most of these boys another month to figure that little saying out.

"I can't promise you we'll be the best team at Lake Placid this February," Herb continued. "But we will be the best conditioned." He blew the whistle and the boys started off.

"Be prepared to grow through pain gentlemen." He went on with his morbid pep-talk as they were running the drills. "You're going to skate harder than you've ever skated in your life every minute of every day you're on the ice with me."

Uncle Herb pulled out this big transparent board and started to explain some crazy play he had spinning around in his head. That was followed by a quick lecture on the importance of weaving, and then a light lunch and the boys were back on the ice for another hour or two.

Before he sent them back to the lockers he pointed over to Mark Johnson.

"What's your name?" Uncle Herb asked.

"Mark Johnson, Coach," he answered.

"Who do you play for?"

"University of Wisconsin, Coach."

I headed back to my small office. I think it was a utility closet at one time. There were two bookshelves littered with film strips and old magazines against the side walls with a little desk crammed in the middle. There was one big window behind me, but it had bars on it. I looked away from my papers when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come on in," I called. Jimmy opened the door. "Hey there."

"So I was wondering if we could go get something to eat." He asked from the doorway. He was still only two feet away from me.

"A man after my own heart," I teased. "I am starved! Anything in particular in mind?" He shook his head. I thought a minute before, "You know we could head over to the drive-thru at Annie's, they've got hamburgers and hotdogs, stuff like that."

"Sure," he agreed, when suddenly Mac's freshly showered head appeared in the doorway beside him.

"You're going over to Annie's?" He asked. I nodded. "Great I'll drive!"

"Where you going?" I heard Buzzy ask.

"Annie's you want to come?" Mac answered without missing a beat.

"Sure," Buzz answered. "I'll get orders from the other guys."

"Tell them we'll be in Jimmy's room in about an hour," Mac said. Jimmy rolled his eyes into the back of his head and laughed at me as I tried to climb out from behind my desk.

OOOOO

I was in the passenger's seat of Mac's car. Jimmy and Buzz were in the back as we drove by the small burger joint. It was starting to get dark outside and it didn't look like there were any lights on inside.

"I think they're closed," Jimmy said.

"No way," Mac said. "They're always open." He pulled over to the drive-through intercom and rolled down his window.

"Hello!" Mac called, there was no answer. "Are you open? Tell me if you're not open!" I laughed as he went on. "Hello, anyone home?"

"Try pulling up to the window," Buzzy suggested. Mac pulled up to the window, and reached over and started knocking loudly.

"Hello! You guys are really starting to piss me off," he yelled. "Are you open or what?" Finally a young blond woman opened the window.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asked chipperly, moving her head from side to side.

"Oh my God," I whispered back to Buzzy and Jimmy imitating the girl's squeaky tone. "It's fat-food Barbie!"

"Yea," Mac started angrily before immediately changing his tone, trying to be flirtatious. "Are you guys open?"

"Uh huh," she answered with a cheesy smile.

"We want food!" Buzz yelled from the back seat.

"Oh yea," Mac said, I handed him the list of the team's orders. "We need three cheeseburgers, one with ketchup—" He got fed up with that very quickly and shoved the list in her face. "You read it!" The girl looked down at the paper and started reciting the orders.

"Three cheeseburgers, two with ketchup, mustard, and pickles—"

"I don't know," Mac yelled. "You have the list!"

OOOOO

It took about half an hour to get our food, and it was totally dark by the time we got back to the dorms and all the guys were waiting in anticipation. We started handing out food and the guys were taking seats on the couch and floor and the chairs and on the table, as well as on the small section of floating counter sectioning off the tiny kitchen area. I doubt anyone got what they ordered.

"I think that's going to be our last experience with so-called 'fast-food'," I told them. "I hope one of ya'll can cook."

"I can cook," Rizzo offered, taking a bite out of his hamburger.

"Great!" I started up pointing to him. "Tomorrow, dinner is over at Rizzo and Buzzy's." O.C., Silky, and Coxie started to laugh. I had no clue why.

"Well," Jimmy started, plopping down in the seat next to me. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I asked you if you wanted to get some dinner."

"Well, that's what you get when you live in a dorm with twenty-five other guys," I reminded him.