Edmonton, Canada

Western Conference, Sutton Place

We run-through the scene once again, this time with Q branding the feminine hair-wig. Tkachuk drags me into the elevator, intent on having this be stopped or cut. He wants me all to himself longer.

I'm really starting to think he secretly likes me. I mean, they always say that the more someone is mean to you, the more they like you.

I'm clutching tightly to this thought as Tkachuk, Bennett and Lucic team up in the elevator to tie me up (my ankles and wrists). I glance at Bo Horvat, who is manning "camera C", which is apparently the villain cam.

"You like me, don't you, Tkachuk?" I manage to squeak out as he pulls the knots tight to the rope that is wrapped around my wrists.

Tkachuk stares at me. He hasn't shaved the facial hair off his face or trimmed his messy, long curly hair. And there's still a nice scar etched into his lip from some battle on the ice. His icy eyes burn into my own and I can feel my stomach turning inside of me.

"Do I have to gag you?" Tkachuk snarls. "Last I checked, you're my prisoner and you don't get to ask me questions."

I nod my head, biting my lip. He definitely has the hots for me!

The elevator beeps and the doors open to the Flames old floor -- all the thematic elements to the rooms and hallway have been removed, however the stench of uneasiness still lingers as I am picked up by Lucic and Bennett and carried onto the floor.

Bo follows, swiftly hooking the cord in the hallway up to his camera. Back up plan for him, if hockey becomes too much... Lucic and Bennett carry me into Tkachuk's old room as I can hear down below in the lobby, Brock's stupid narration and the fake crying of my "parents" (Q and Millsy).

"Elias Pettersson is stolen away from them and locked away, confined to the Flames floor in the hotel. He is told that the rest of the hotel is dangerous for him and that he must remain as Tkachuk's slave."

"CUE CAMERA C!!" Brock then shouts up.

Bo hits a button on the camera, as Tkachuk shoves me onto his bed.

"Whoa! Is this a Disney movie or a porn-o, Tkachuk," Milan sneers.

"Shut up, I'm not planning on doing anything with him, you big, stupid, over-paid, ugly fourth line oaf!"

I can hear Brock's narration come once more, echoing up to the floor from the lobby: "He is tormented by his evil step-parent and his two butt-ugly minions!"

Tkachuk reaches over to the bedside table and snatches up a knife. The blade flashes before my eyes and I squeeze them shut. But then I feel him slash the ropes from my wrists and ankles, removing them from place.

I blink open my eyes and watch as he and his minions storm out of the room. I jump up from the bed and run for the door. It shuts in my face. I skid to a halt and bang on the closed door.

"Hey! HEY! Let me out!!" I scream, trying the door handle. It won't open though.

Bo keeps the camera lens trained on me and the door. I can hear evil snickering outside of it and then Brock's narration again.

"Many days passed by..."

"BROCK SHUT UP!" I shout, banging my fist and then my head against the door. I deflate against it and shoot a look back at Bo. "Are you really just going to stand there and film and not do anything?"

"Whoa! Breaking the fourth wall much, Petey?" Bo gasps, cutting the camera off.

"If I could, I'd punch you right now," I grumble out, keeping my head pressed against the door.

"Hey, I'm just the person behind the camera, you're in a controlled environment and, just between the two of us, I think Tkachuk really likes you."

I sigh, heavily. "Yeah, he wants in my pants...why can't he just butter me up nicely instead of going about his feelings in the evil, bad way."

"He really really really likes you then," Bo hisses.

I sigh as Bo turns his camera back on and hits record on it. I yank down on the door handle, this time the door opens up. I sprint out into the hallway and notice that the elevators have been blocked off and the stairwell is locked. I spin around, my heart racing in my chest and race up to the railing, looking down into the lobby.

"HELP!! SOMEONE! ANYONE!" I shout out.

"Whoa, there!" Brock's joyous chuckle comes from below. "Fair sir, my name is Prince Brock Charming and I hail from the grand city of Vancouver. I've been sent on a quest by the king and queen to look from their lost son."

"That's me, you idiot! Get the hell up here and stop acting! I mean it! Tkachuk's--" I am cut off by hands that seize me at once, pulling me back from the ledge, including one that slaps firmly over my mouth.

I feel them dragging me back into the room. I'm kicking at the ground, screaming into the gloved hand over my mouth and struggling to break free. But before I know it, I am back on Tkachuk's bed, staring into his piercing eyes.

"Who were you talking to?" he demands.

"No one."

Tkachuk slaps me across the face. "I am your father now! Tell me who you were talking to!" He lifts his hand up, ready to strike me again.

I flinch, feeling pain and a burn searing across the skin of my cheeks. "It was--it was--"

"It was just me!" Brock's voice snaps from the doorframe.

Tkachuk whirls around and I am able to kick him off of me. I can see Brock standing in the doorway, his hair flowing majestically behind him, helped out by a portable fan being held by Sunshine (Troy Stecher). He has on a bright sky blue princely uniform complete with white riding boots on.

He holds a play sword out in front of him. "It was me, Brock Charming, here to rescue that young lad from you!"

Tkachuk shakes his stunned look and snickers. "You? Coming rescue MY son from ME? Please." He lunges for Brock, who sidesteps him with ease, jumping into the room. "You can't defeat me!"

"I've defeated Jets, Wild and the Blues. What difference does a puny Calgary Flame make?" Brock sneers.

"Oh, got him!" Bo hisses from behind the camera.

"Shut it, camera boy," Tkachuk snarls, recovering from his near miss of tackling Brock. He dives and this time, manages to knock the sword from Brock's hands.

Brock and Tkachuk roll around on the ground, exchanging blows with their fists. Like actual blows with their actual fists. I push myself off of the bed and watch as Tkachuk gets a solid uppercut, busting his lip.

But he eventually is able to shove Tkachuk's head into the wall and knock him out. Then he scrambles up to his feet as Lucic and Bennett enter the room.

"BROCK!!" I shout out, backing up and stumbling onto the bed.

Brock rubs the back of his hand across his mouth and narrows his eyes at the newcomers. Lucic engages with him, while Bennett stalks toward the bed and toward me. I stumble over the bed and back into the corner of the room.

Tkachuk remains lifeless on the ground. A single curl dangles over his forehead and suddenly, I feel an aching in my chest.

Brock slams Lucic up against the wall, busting his nose, but Lucic is able to prevent himself from being seriously hurt.

Meanwhile, Bennett snickers as he comes toward me.

I look around and grab a hockey stick that is leaning up against the wall. I flick it around, skillfully in my hands like a martial artist and then point the buttend of it out at him. He cackles, throwing his head back.

"Pathetic, Pettersson."

I grabs the end of the stick and yanks me around with it, sending me crashing into the bed. Behind me, Tkachuk stirs on the ground as Brock smashes Lucic against the wall, this time taking him out for good.

Tkachuk gets up to his feet and faces Brock. "You can't steal my boyfriend!"

Brock whirls around, spitting out blood from his mouth. "What?!"

"Plot twist!" Bo shouts out. "WE HAVE A PLOT TWIST!"

"He's not your boyfriend, Tkachuk. He's your son and I'm supposed to kick your ass -- as well as Bennett and Lucic's and whisk Petey away to freedom. Away from you and reunite him with his REAL parents. That's the plot!" Brock snarls.

Tkachuk snorts. "Or, you knock me out, kick Bennett and Lucic's asses. I then come back, clearly concussed from the hit, finding that hey, maybe Petey isn't my son but rather my long lost desire for my heart!"

"That is VERY original," Sunshine remarks, clapping his hands. "And it's a beautifully, clever ending."

Tkachuk turns to him and smirks. "Thank you, Stecher. I'll be sure to spare your life on the ice next time we meet."

I grip the end of the bed, startled by Tkachuk's idea. I'm speechless and so is Brock.

Bennett is the first to react, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me to him. He wraps an arm firmly and tightly around my neck, holding me close to him. "You're talking crazy talk, Tkachuk."

Tkachuk spins to him, his eyes fueled by the burning ice coldness behind them. "Am I?"

Brock shrugs at me. His movie has improv-ed its way into crazyville.

Tkachuk stalks toward his minion...or fellow teammate. "Now, now, Bennett, only I am allowed to hold the Canuckling around the throat. He likes it when I do." The smirk on his face, twists.

Bennett grips me tighter. "You're fucking crazy."

Tkachuk lets a single, sharp fist fly out, right at Bennett. It hits him squarely in the nose, and is enough to knock him off of me and to the ground. He then whips around in a circle, his curly hair flying behind him. He lets a fierce kick fly right into Bennett's face, slamming his head against the carpet and knocking him unconscious.

Brock gasps, his mouth falling open wide.

Tkachuk then spits on Bennett. "Traitor." His eyes then flick up to me. "I told you, you were mine."

"What the living hell...?" I manage to get out.

Tkachuk then scoops me up into his arms. "Don't worry, only I can harm you now."

"Put me down...what the hell?!" I shout, shoving against Tkachuk's chest.

Tkachuk walks past Brock. "Find yourself someone else to rescue." He then stalks out the door and into the hallway with me.

Brock looks at Bo's camera lens. "Tkachuk just ruined my movie..."

Bo peers around the lens. "Maybe we should rename the movie to 'Stolen By Tkachuk'...?"

Brock frowns at him. "Shut the camera off. We're done. Apparently the Flame doesn't want to play by the rules!" He then storms out of the room.

Meanwhile, Tkachuk finally sets me down and unblocks the elevator. He moves the block of wood out of the way and jams his finger on the button. "C'mon, let's get out of here, Petey. The stench of failure is overwhelming."

I look at him, putting a hand on my hip. "I'm not going anywhere with you! Are you still acting? Are you for real? Is this a trap?"

"All of the above," Tkachuk replies, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the elevator with him. "Only difference is that Brock doesn't care about you..."

I shove him off of me, choosing the wrong side of the elevator to go to. "You CARE about me?"

The doors slide shut behind him, trapping us both inside the small glass box.

Tkachuk smirks at me. "Who said I cared about you?" He stalks toward me and pins me against the corner.

"Um..."

"I don't care about you. That was just to get Broccolini stunned enough so that I could steal you for myself." He nuzzles my neck with his hair curls and I tense up. What is his game?! "Of course, I don't really want you. I just want to see your fellow teammates faces when I...do...this..."

He presses his lips to mine. And I jerk back at once. The doors slide open and I can see, just through Tkachuk's curls, Q and Millsy waiting.

"Alright, game's over, Tkachuk. Get off of him, you giant asshole!" Millsy snarls.

Q's mouth is open wide with horror and shock.

Tkachuk steps back, smirking at me. Millsy then reaches out and grabs him by the shoulders wrenching him out of the elevator. I'm stunned, speechless. Did Matthew Tkachuk really just kiss me?!

Q squeaks out my thoughts, "Did he just kiss him?"

Millsy grumbles and shoves Tkachuk off into the lobby with him. Q turns back to me as I finally muster the courage to step out of the elevator. My hand touches my lips, where Tkachuk's just were.

"You okay?" Q asks me, concerned.

"Yeah..."

Brock, Rous, Virty, Bo and Sunshine race across the lobby from the opposite direction of where Tkachuk and Millsy vanished too. Relief is apparent on Brock's face. And he is still dressed up in his prince outfit.

"Oh thank God," Brock sighs, spotting Q and I standing before the closed elevator doors now.

"Tkachuk kissed him, Brock," Q reports at once. "That's an image I'm not getting out of my head any time soon."

"We'll play videos of puppies and kitties for you. You'll be okay," Virty chuckles.

I look at Brock, who slips an arm around me. "You okay?"

"Yeah, as soon as Millsy takes care of Tkachuk..." I trail off and twist my head to the side, looking to where they vanished off to. My heart suddenly aches and my mind flashes back to the kiss.

Was it real?

Was it just a ruse?

What was it for?

I really want to know WHY Matthew Tkachuk kissed me in the elevator?

And it's a thought that distracts my mind as we get ready for the next night's game five against the Vegas Golden Knights.