A/N Thanks to my awesome beta, Robzbeanie for fixing this up for me, and to Tor and Outerisland for helping me out with ideas and stuff. I normally don't leave notes, but please check out the A/N below. Thanks for reading!
"There's no way in hell they'll count that!"
"It was clean!"
"He's in the crease – are you even looking at the playback!"
These were the sounds of a typical Saturday night in the tiny northern town of Twilight, Canada. It was Hockey Night in Canada, after all, and around these parts, hockey was life. Everyone over the legal drinking age of 18 would pile into the local pub and the draught beer would flow. If you didn't show up, you could guarantee someone would question it – everybody knew everyone.
There wasn't a hell of a lot else to do in Twilight. The road in and out of the town was technically only useable in the summer months – which meant June to September – and even then, it was messy. Winters were long, dark and the coldest you'd ever feel or see. If you were an able-bodied guy, you worked and you played hockey, and on Saturday nights? You drank beer.
Chances were, if you lived in Twilight, you'd been there your whole life – along with your father, your father's father, and your grandfather's father. It was either that or you were being paid the big bucks to tolerate the ice and cold.
My father fell into the latter category. I was only ten years old when my parents decided to take a life-changing opportunity and move to the great white north. My dad, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, was offered a position as the community doctor, and head of the health centre. He served surrounding small towns by helicopter, providing services to a large area of folks that would have otherwise gone without.
Coming from a small town in Washington state, we didn't think the change would be so bad. Boy, were we wrong. No McDonald's, no paved roads, no cable TV. But my mother was always one to make the best of things, so she cheered us on and helped us adapt.
Being a young and active boy, I immediately took to the constant stream of hockey – on frozen ponds in the winter, or on the dusty gravel streets from spring to fall. When you had nothing else to do, learning to skate was a piece of cake.
Hockey really became life for me when my parents made the decision – when I was fourteen – to send me to a hockey-centered boarding school down south. I could easily admit that I was good at the sport. Really good. I made it into the elite school with no difficulties. I'd left my buddies in Twilight behind and was pretty cool with the idea of moving on and moving up.
Four years later I was drafted to an NHL farm team, known as "The Heat." I had my sights set on a spot as a wingman for the Calgary Flames – my favourite team.
All it took was one good hit, and it was all over.
I was on a breakaway, clear shot at the net, when my cockiness caught up to me. Head down, I dodged the players in front of me with ease – but didn't check to my right. In the blink of an eye, I was levelled flat out by a giant defenseman – and that hit had levelled my entire hockey career.
You could say I was bitter. It had been almost a full year since my injury, and sitting here drinking beer alone, watching the team I could have one day played for still didn't sit well with me.
"Hey, Cullen–" a loud voice boomed, snapping me out of my reflections.
"Yeah?" I said as I turned around. It was Charlie Swan – the local sheriff and coach of the Twilight rec hockey team.
"You put those skates back on yet, boy? Cause holy shit, do I ever have an offer for you!"
A/N This little fic was worked up in my imagination after chatting with a friend about the need for a Twi hockey-fic from Edward's POV. I've taken bits of inspiration from the movies Mystery Alaska and The Mighty Ducks (which are great – go watch them if you haven't!) and mixed them up with our favourite crew to create this story. This is just a little taste…. I'll be sticking to the same update schedule that I have for The Ranch – updates coming weekly/biweekly – and regular chapters will be longer. Thank you for reading – I always love to hear your thoughts! xoxo