Well. This is a fanfiction. So quite obviously, I don't own Dave Silk. He's old now anyways. But Bobby Hanson is damn good looking, so if anyone knows a way to hook that up, then by all means, fill me in. Anyways. This isn't a story about Miracle as much as it is about Dave. Yeah, I'll follow the movie to the extent of the timeline and all, but I've gotten a little sick of fics where people basically type out the movie script. Alright, well you know what to do. Read, review and so on.

Thanks guys!

AO

Dave Silk crashed into my life, quite literally, and managed to turn everything I knew upside down. Hockey players from Boston were jerks and arrogant as all hell. I was just a girl from Minnesota who thought she knew better.

It took me forever to decide what to wear to go out. I wondered who I would see from the U, if it would be any of the hockey guys that I had inevitably hung out with during my first 3 years there. It was hard to go the University of Minnesota and not meet someone directly affiliated with the hockey team.

I had been taking extra classes all summer in order to take my fall semester off hope to maybe travel, or work a little. I just wanted some of my college experience to happen outside the classroom. Unfortunately, that summer I barely escaped the classrooms at the U. Anatomy, Chemistry and four hour labs for both classes consumed my time. But both were winding down, and my nights were opening up again. I laughed to myself when I thought about the phone call I made to my professor as soon as I got back from the hospital. Despite missing Anatomy, he was still proud of me and attributed my capabilities of assessing injuries and administering care to his wonderful teaching. The class had consisted of going over an exam that I had scored a 93 on, so it wasn't as if I had missed too much.

Finally, I found a black tank top and jean skirt that suited me well. I was in middle of applying lipstick when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this Annie?"

"Yes, it is. May I ask who's calling?"

"Oh, it's Silky...Dave Silk."

I smiled and decided to mess around with him a bit.

"Silk?" I paused to pretend to think. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?"

A heavy pause.

"Um, well. Yeah, you helped me out today. I was the guy from the hospital. The uh…the hockey player." The poor kid sounded like he was going to cry.

"Oh, that was your name? I could have sworn it was something else."

"No, it's Dave. Dave Silk."

I had to move the phone away from my mouth so that he wouldn't hear me laughing. I gathered myself and brought the phone back to my ear.

"Well, how can I help you Mr. Silk?" I asked sweetly.

"Uhh. I wanted to know- I mean, we wanted to know—uh, we were wondering if you wanted us to pick you up, so you didn't have to drive all the way across the city and stuff. Yeah." He managed to stutter the entire sentence out, though the latter half turned into a speedy jumble of words.

I figured that it would be just plain mean to keep the act up. I laughed out loud.

"Dave, I'm just messing with you. Of course I remember you. You and your crazy BU friends." I said, laughing. I could practically hear his sigh of relief.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit outta me for a second." I could hear him laughing. "Way to make me feel like an ass."

"I'm sorry, it was just too easy." I responded.

"So are you gonna answer my question or not?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'd love a ride over. Let me give you my address."

A half hour later, I heard a car horn beep from outside my apartment. I walked out the front door to see a gaggle of hockey players crushed into a car that obviously wasn't meant for so many bodies. Jimmy was driving, a boy I didn't know was in the front seat, and Rizzo, OC and Dave were in the back seat. I squeezed in between Rizzo and Dave, but end up for the most part on Dave's lap. I looked him over.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"Perfectly perfect, thank you very much." He answered. "Now it's just time to go get drunk!"

That answer earned him hoots and yells from the rest of the car.

"Weren't you in the hospital yesterday?" I asked skeptically. He probably shouldn't have been drinking, but I wasn't going to be the party killer. He scoffed at my words.

"It's gonna take more than getting hit by a car to get Silky to give up his drink." Rizzo chimed in. I shook my head, disapprovingly and turned my head towards the window, trying to not stare into the gorgeous green eyes of a certain Bostonian whose lap I was currently occupying.

We made it to Barry's and found a booth in the back. I saw a few people I knew, from school and from the work I did at the hospital. Dave asked me what I wanted to drink, and I told him I'd take whatever the table was having and watched him walk up the bar to grab the first round. The table of Bostonians, and the boy who revealed himself as Ralph Cox, a graduate of University of New Hampshire, quickly fell into discussion about hockey. I know I would only be able to contribute to the conversation from the perspective of a Minnesotan, something I felt none of the New Englanders would appreciate. All of a sudden, I felt two hands grab my shoulders. I whipped around in my seat to see who it was.

"Robbie!" I couldn't believe he was actually here. Rob MacClanahan and I had been friends during freshmen year, but once my academic obligations started sucking up my time and his commitments to the hockey team started consuming all of his, we saw less and less of each other. I hadn't seen him since May, when all the other students had left campus. I jumped up to hug him.

"How have you been?" I asked him, excitedly. I pulled away from the hug to get a good look at him. He hadn't changed much in the few years I had known him.

"Pretty good, you know. Hockey and stuff." He answered. The light bulb flashed on in my head.

"Wait, you're playing with these guys?" I asked incredulously. I turned back around to look at the Boston boys. OC was throwing daggers with his eyes towards Mac, but Rizzo actually answered me.

"I told you there were boys from the U on the team." Rizzo told me.

"Who else is here?" I asked, turning back to Robbie. Hopefully I could see a few of my old friends that I hadn't made time for recently.

"We got Bah and Suter, Phillie, Christian, Buzzy, Strobel… the whole crew." He answered, listing off names that I couldn't help but recognize.

"No way! Where are you all sitting?" I asked. Some of those boys had been part of the tight group of friends I had during freshman year. It would be amazing to finally get the chance to catch up with them. Robbie turned around and pointed to a table on the other side of the bar, where I could barely make out a group of guys laughing and drinking. I had to smile.

"You should totally come over and say hi. I know that all the guys would love to see you again." Robbie said. I was entirely ready to jump on the offer and follow Robbie over to the other side of the bar when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Dave was standing there with two glasses in his hands; one of them I presumed was my drink. I glanced at the table of Bostonians, many of them either giving me dirty looks that screamed 'traitor' or not even looking at me at all. Dave held out his hand to give me the drink.

"Here." He said, his accent making the word nearly unrecognizable. "Go sit with your boys, we'll catch up later." I looked up at him and took the drink he offered me. I stood for another few seconds before turning to Robbie.

"Yeah, I'll come over with you to say hi." I turned back the table and muttered a 'See you guys later' before Robbie took me by the wrist and led me over to the table of players from the U.

A few hours later, I was still at the Minnesota table, joking and laughing and drinking just like it was freshmen year again. The guys hadn't changed at all. Bah was still the same tall goofball he had always been, even though he had graduated the year before, and the younger guys were just as much fun. I was especially impressed with the new kid, Mike Ramsey, who the boys lovingly called Rammer. He was a top pick for Minnesota, straight from high school. He was quiet, but a nice kid with a good sense of humor. I was ripped out of my reverie by the entire table erupting into raucous laughter, provoked by Buzzy Schneider and his dirty mind. I was drunk enough to not hear the joke and only shook my head at the immaturity that I was lucky to have been spared of. I looked back over the table of Boston boys, who were having their own good time. OC had found himself a girl, typical leggy blonde who was hanging off him in the corner of the booth. Rizzo, Coxie and Jimmy were joking around, all smiles. But when I caught sight of Dave, my stomach dropped unexpectedly. He was sitting in the corner of the booth, staring at his almost empty glass, swirling what little liquid was left around and around. Something shook him and he looked up and around. He looked back down at his glass and got up to make his way to the bar. I saw my opportunity and excused myself from the table, something that my friends from the U barely noticed. I walked up to where Dave was standing at the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish with his other customers. I stood next to him and tried to look him straight in the eyes before speaking.

"Hey there." I said softly.

"Hey." He said back, not meeting my eyes.

"I'm not sitting over there to spite you, or to be mean, or because I don't like hanging out with you guys." I began to explain to him. "I haven't seen a lot of these guys in a while and it was nice to talk to them and catch up." Dave didn't say anything, didn't even look at me still. I sighed and carried on.

"And if you guys don't hate me right now, I'd really like to come and hang out and spend some time with you all. That's only if you're cool with it though." At this, he finally turned around to face me.

"Seriously?" He asked. I was a little taken aback.

"Of course I'm serious, I wouldn't have said it otherwise." I responded, obviously. He gave me a funny look and was about to say something before the bartender interrupted him and asked what he wanted. I helped him carry the drinks back to the table and went to sit next to Dave.

"Well, well, well. She has returned." OC said, in an obnoxious tone only he could manage. I didn't respond, only glared at him.

"What? You finally realize what shitty company your cow tipping country boys make?" He barked at me. Every word he said grated my nerves. I could feel a retort building up in my throat but Dave beat me to it.

"Cut the shit, OC." Dave spat back at him. OC just rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the girl sitting next to him.

"Don't mind him," Dave started, "He's drunk and he can be an asshole sometimes." I almost laughed out loud.

"I'm starting to think it's not just the alcohol that makes him an ass." I stated. Dave just shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink. I started on mine too, and realized that I could barely taste the alcohol anymore. I stared at my drink in surprise. Dave caught sight of me and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Thinking it'll drink itself after a while?" He said with a smile.

"Ha, very funny." I said back to him. "I think I'm a lot drunker than I realized." Not a second later, I hiccupped loudly. My hand flew to my mouth just in time to smother another loud hiccup. Dave just laughed as I hiccupped again. I turned and hit him playful in the arm. He faked hitting me and I stared at him with the meanest look I could manage. I went to take another sip of my drink and realized that Dave had somehow ended up with his arm draped across my shoulders. I looked up at him and saw him taking another sip of his beer. He finished and caught me staring at him. He started to laugh, and I started to blush. I found the best idea at the time was to hide my face in his arm, and I could feel him pull me closer. I didn't have the willpower to realize that he was a hockey player from Boston, two types of boys that were always against my type. Hockey players weren't even dateable and boys from Boston were jerks who hated my friends and clung onto old rivalries. Leave it up to Dave Silk and his green eyes to change all that.

I remembered being led out to the car and lain down in the back seat. My head found Dave's lap and I could feel him stroking my hair and saying something to me. Alcohol made me cold, so when I began shivering from wearing only a tank top, I felt a jacket fall over my shoulders. I took it and tucked it up to my chin. Closing my eyes, I could hear Dave telling me not to go to sleep, to stay awake and try to talk to him. I felt my eyes closing and laughed drunkenly at how ironic the situation was, how he was taking care of me now, and how I had said those words to him only yesterday.