Battle It Out

Summary – What happens when Gustavo sets up a charity hockey game for BTR to play in? They don't have enough team members. What happens when they recruit their friends to play? Two-shot

"Dogs, I want you to play some hockey!"

Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and James exchanged confused glances as they sat in front of their music producer, Gustavo Rocque. Did he really mean it? Did he really want them to play hockey? Especially after how much time he ranted and raved about them being "hockey heads" and how they shouldn't waste their time with such a stupid sport when they should be busy focusing on their music. Now here he was, asking them to play hockey. Something was definitely up.

"Ok, Gustavo," Kendall crossed his arms over his chest. "Spill it. Why do you want us to play hockey?"

"What makes you think that there's something else other than the fact that I want you to get some exercise?" Gustavo studied the four boys' faces and then dropped his arms from his chest. "You don't believe me, do you know?"

"Not at all," James replied as she shook his head.

"Alright, alright," Gustavo threw his hands up in the air. "There's a charity hockey game that's scheduled for this weekend and I've signed you dogs up."

"Oh," Logan looked pleasantly surprised. "Well, that's not so bad, if it's for charity we'd-"

"And Hawk has signed up a team to play and I need you guys to beat his team!" Gustavo continued, cutting Logan off.

Logan's pleased smile quickly faded and he now looked less than pleased. "Love to play," he continued his earlier sentence. "So let me get this straight, you want us to play in a charity event, just so you can beat Hawk at a stupid hockey game."

"That's right!" Gustavo agreed with a smile.

"Awesome!" Carlos cried, punching the air with his fists. "We haven't played hockey in so long and now we get to play again!" He turned and grabbed onto James' arm. "With Gustavo's permission!"

"Yeah, but only so we can get pushed into that stupid fight with Hawk," Logan reminded him.

"But its hockey," Kendall spoke up. "You know, the one sport that we all love. Anyway," he turned back to Gustavo. "We don't have enough players, you need six on the ice and then we're going to need substitutes, so who are we going to get to play?"

"No." Jo Taylor declared, shaking her head.

"Please?" Kendall clasped his hands together. "I'm begging you; we really need your help."

"No, Kendall," Jo closed the magazine that she was reading and dropped it onto the table she was sitting at on the deck of the Palm Woods pool. "I told you before, I don't like hockey. So what makes you think that I'd willingly put myself out on the ice where I could quite possibly get killed?"

"Because you'd be risking your life for some of your best friends." James commented, causing Jo to sigh and roll her eyes. He turned to Camille Roberts and Stephanie King, who were sitting with them as well. "Come on girls, we could use your help."

"And it's for charity," Logan added. "You can't say 'no' to charity."

"No, you could," Stephanie declared. "But you'd just look like a jerk while you're doing it." She turned to Camille and nudged her arm. "Camille, you're an actress, how come you don't just act like you know what you're doing and help them?"

Camille let out a snorting laugh. "I can act like I know what I'm doing when it comes to sports, but in actuality, you'd probably be better off without me." She said truthfully. Her upper lip curled. "But like you said, it's for charity, so…"

"Yes!" It was now James' turn to punch the air with his fists. "Thank so much guys."

"Yeah, thanks so much," Jo said sarcastically, nudging Camille in the side with her elbow. "Just to let you know, I'm going to be sending you my hospital bill." She rolled her eyes, once more, drumming her fingertips on the cover of the glossy magazine, wishing that she had listened to herself earlier when she said to stay in her apartment to run lines. At least that way she wouldn't be subjecting herself to torture.

"Jo, you're from North Carolina," Carlos stated, adjusted his hockey helmet. "You should be able to ice skate."

"I didn't say I didn't know how to ice skate!" Jo snapped, her eyes flashing. "I just said that I don't like hockey!" The forcefulness of her glare caused Carlos to hide behind James, nodding like a bobble-head.

"Hey, keep that anger for the ice, Jo, it'll come in handy." Kendall held his hands up defensively and then counted off on his fingers. "That's still only 7 players, and we're going to need substitutes, who else can we get to play?"

"How about the Jacksons?" Stephanie offered. "They seem to be good at every other sport they play."

"Yeah, but that was only because they were forced into them." Logan reminded her. "Besides, they don't like the cold, what makes you think that they would willingly try to play in a hockey game that's only two days away." He shook his head. "Besides I don't think that they can skate."

"It's not hard to teach people to skate," Jo said after a minute of silence. "Tell you what; I'll play as long as you guys get them to play as well. Then I'll teach them how to skate. I can teach anyone." She held her hand out towards the boys. "Deal?"

"Deal!" Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and James replied in unison, shooting out their hands and shaking Jo's.

"So go find them and we'll meet you guys at the hockey rink." Jo said with a wave of her hand. She waited until the boys got up and raced out of the Palm Woods pool before turning back to Camille and Stephanie. "How long do you think it would take them to come try and find me if I grab a flight back to North Carolina?"

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"Don't let go! Don't let go!"

Patrick and Noah Jackson-McGuire scrambled to grab onto each other before their skates moved out from beneath them and they fell onto the ice. Only seconds later did their others siblings, Riley, Rhuben, and Sydney fall down as well. Jo stood over them, a hand up to her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Are you guys ok?" Logan asked, turning his skates to the side so he could stop. He reached down and hauled Noah to his feet.

"Uh," Noah adjusted his hockey helmet. "How many times have you asked us that question?"

"I don't know," Logan shrugged and used his hockey stick to scratch his forehead. "About ten times?"

"Right," Noah nodded once. "So why do you keep asking each and every time we fall over?"

Logan smiled and helped Patrick up to his feet as James, Kendall, and Carlos pulled Riley and Rhuben to their feet. "Can someone explain to me why we decided to do this?" Rhuben asked as she took off her helmet and brushed her wet hair off of her forehead. "The game is tomorrow night and we still can't stay up on our skates. Why don't you just find someone else to play with?"

"Because it wouldn't be as much fun without you guys." Kendall replied. "And besides, this is for charity, and you're doing us a huge favor."

"I think I'd rather do more ballet then continue to fall flat on my face," Patrick commented. "And I hate ballet!"

"You guys do ballet?" Camille asked, her eyebrows rising.

"Don't ask."

"Guys, listen," Kendall pulled off his hockey helmet, his hair matted against his forehead. "We're doing this for fun and we really wanted you guys to help us out so we could have some fun doing something together." He gave a half smile. "Even if you all suck at skating." He laughed as Sydney reached out and punched him on the arm. "I'm kidding…mostly, but seriously, I could care less if we lose, just as long as we're having fun together…as a team."

"And you know when he's back into hockey mode when he does that self-righteous speech thing." Riley commented.

"As odd as it is to say, I actually stared to miss that." James said as he looked around the ice. "And this too. We haven't played in so long." He turned back to his friends and shrugged, grinning. "Like Kendall said, so what if we lose? Let's just have some fun!"

"Or we can have some fun now," Jo commented and reached out, shoving James down onto the ice. She laughed so hard she had to use her hockey stick to keep her upright.

"So the name of the game is…"Sydney paused for dramatic effect as he very slowly skated back a few steps. "Keep the puck away from Big Time Rush."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Carlos asked, a look of challenge sliding onto his face. "I mean, 'cause we're the ones that know how to skate, not you?"

"I think we'll take our chances," Noah commented and grabbed the puck from Sydney before shooting it over towards Patrick. "I think this would be better if we weren't on skates."

"You know, that's kind of the point of ice hockey." Camille pointed out.

"Thanks for that," Riley stated sarcastically, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, to make sure she stayed up, wobbling slightly. "I don't think we could have figured that one out."

"So, I think that we should get into the mood for tomorrow's game," James said as he finally got back to his feet. He turned to Kendall. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Kendall grinned and sucked in a deep breath. "Ready to kick some ass?" He screamed, his voice echoing around the empty ice rink.

"YEAH!" the others cried, slamming their feet on the ice, as well as Patrick and Noah smacking their hockey sticks against the ice.

Kendall chuckled and shook his head. "I said... are we ready to kick some ass?" He screamed even louder.

"YEAH!"

"So tell me... who are we?"

There was a short pause after that as everyone glanced at each other. Stephanie shoved her gloved hand into the air. "Did we even come up with a team name?" She asked.

"Really?" Carlos scratched the back of his neck. "'Cause I thought our team name was Big Time Rush?" He shrugged at the silence. "It makes sense, since it's our team and Gustavo was the one that signed us up for this hockey game before we even knew about it."

"We'll deal with the team name later," Logan said hastily, before a fight could break out.

"So where was I?" Kendall tapped his chin. "Oh yeah, who are we?"

"Big Time Rush!"

"C'mon!" James smacked his helmet with his hands. "He asked who we are. Now TELL HIM WHO WE ARE!"

"BIG TIME RUSH!"

"And whose ass are we going to kick tomorrow?"

"Hawk's!"

"And if we're going to do that, we're going to need to keep practicing." Logan concluded with a smile and a nod.

A/N: This was originally going to be a 5 chaptered short story called Minnesota Wild, but then I decided just to make it a two-shot and maybe use the idea of 'Minnesota Wild' for another story. I had this idea for a while "what if BTR got DE to play hockey with them?" Then I realized that it would probably be better if Jo, Camille, and Stephanie played as well.

I know basically nothing happened in this two-shot, but it is basically a one-shot that is one of my complaints about the show, the guys don't play hockey anymore and they don't even use hockey terms anymore and that's what I thought was really good about the first season of the show. Maybe you agree, maybe you don't, but that's how I feel. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Cheers,

-Riles