10- Red, 11- Orange, 12- Yellow

10. Red

"I still can't believe you're pregnant," Brittany shook her head as she watched her four-year-old son Gavin run around the playground from her perch on a park bench, "I don't know what to say."

"Vomitting in Orpik's gym bag should've been a tipoff," Anna said with a tad of humour, not well received, "Well, I suppose I should start making plans, taking vitamins, going to the doctor more often…"

"Wait," Brittany turned to face her, "You're keeping it? You've gotta be kidding me."

"Of course I am," Anna looked at her slightly horrified, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Hmm, let's see," Brittany replied, "You're single, not married, too young..."

"You're younger than me!"

"And I'm married," Brittany snapped, "Look, if you have any plans, I'd like to hear them now."

Anna shrugged, "I'll raise him, or her, on my own. I will be ok. I make enough money to support myself and-"

"Don't even go there. You have no idea how expensive a child is-"

"Tell me about it," Cecilia Briere sat down on the bench next to Brittany, "Looks like Gavin and Miranda are really hitting it off."

Little Gavin Crosby and Miranda Briere were now both playing in the sandbox. Brittany beamed as Gavin offered to share his red plastic shovel with Miranda, a trait surely from his father. He was already a gentleman.

Anna sighed, "Well, whatever happens, I promise I can handle it. Later." She got up and walked away, heading to the library across the street.

Cecilia frowned, "What was that all about?"

Brittany rolled her eyes, "It's not even worth mentioning, or explaining."

-

11. ORANGE

"It's so hot in here," she whispered, nose touching his.

"I know," he replied, finishing unbuttoning her shirt, "It'll get warmer still…"

"I'm willing to take that risk," she told him, pulling his head until their lips collided for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Her room was small but it was comfortable, and now it was perfect for them both.

"This, is the best night ever," he told her quietly, laying her down, "I think I-"

"Hush," she commanded, "I can't take it anymore."

And then everything was a sweet, entangled blur.

Anna sat up in bed, heart beating fast and sweat on her forehead. She sighed nervously, looking around her room. It was the second time she'd dreamt of that night; a night she wanted so desperately to forget. Groaning, Anna brought herself to get out of bed and into the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on her face and beginning to open her skin care set, Anna shrugged. Why did she have to keep make herself feel so guilty? TK had congratulated Anna on 'sealing the deal' at Diesel. Then again, TK wasn't the best role model around. At least he had kept a good, steady relationship going with Kelsey, his high school sweetheart. Flower said he was 'all talk' anyway.

Fleury had it good, too. He was with a beautiful girl named Veronique that Anna coveted every time she saw her, but once Veronique began to speak, it was like they'd been friends for years. Veronique had natural dark hair and skin, making her look far too exotic for Pittsburgh, or even her home province of Quebec. They'd been together since they were sixteen and neighbours since childhood. It was clear that while some goalies buckled under pressure, Marc had someone good to confide in and love.

Anna left the bathroom and went to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a carton of orange juice. Lately she'd been craving it like crazy. Doctor L had said that she'd be craving different foods. Pouring herself a glass, Anna thought more about her friends' relationships.

Daniel was married and happy. Enough said.

Kris was another story. It had been a longtime rumour that he was a womanizer, but that wasn't the case. Anna arrived when Kris had just gone through a nasty breakup and his health was faltering. She'd never known the girl, but it was clear that Kris had his heart broken pretty badly. Anna didn't see Kris smile for the first time until a year later. Max had told Anna that Kris was ready to ask her to marry him when the fall out happened. Tangers was a bit of an idiot, but he had a soul too.

Max bounced from one girl to another, but was more focused on the game and having fun with friends than going steady. He had just ended a short relationship with a friend of Kunitz', Molly Montgomery. Molly was a children's doctor at a local practice, and since Kunitz' baby was still small, they needed a reliable doctor on hand at all times. Max liked Molly well enough, but both agreed the chemistry wasn't strong and went their separate ways.

Anna shook her head as she thought of the fairy-tale like courtship between Sidney and Brittany. But cheesiness aside, Anna truly loved Sid. She'd never admit it but she trusted him with her sister's life. Gavin was living proof that they were meant for each other.

She silently wondered if she could ever have that, pouring the remainder of her juice down the drain. It was time to go to the arena anyway, and there was little time to ponder her already faultering future.

-

12. YELLOW

The Penguins were in a fierce battle against the Washington Capitals 3-2 in the third period. Brittany watched from the sidelines with Anna, practically biting her fingernails…well, if she had any.

"These fakes are a huge regret," Brittany said, eyes glued to Staal and Semin taking the face-off, "I don't know why I got them."

"Because Oksana convinced you to," Anna replied, watching a swift pass from Staal to Orpik, "Though I don't know how the hell you understood her."

"Well next time I'll pretend I didn't," Brittany said with a laugh, "How do you think Tyler and Kelsey are doing with the kids?"

TK and Kelsey were babysitting Gavin Crosby and Lisette Fleury for the night, since Tyler was on injured reserve. As many times as Anna warned him, TK still pushed it too far and wound up needing shoulder surgery.

Anna put a protected hand on her growing stomach, "God knows."

In a few months she'd have one.

An eruption of screams from the crowd caused the two sisters to jerk their attention to the ice. A Penguins player was down on the ice, gloves covering their head. Anna saw her cue and took off.

Dan Bylsma gave Anna the OK to make her way to the ice with the other medics. A dirty hit from Mike Green caused Eric Godard to fall down in pain, something he didn't do often. That was an indication it was bad. The amount of blood on the ice led a short trail as the referee blew the whistle. Anna and the medic team lifted Godard to the bench.

"That bastard got me good," Godard said quickly, blood gushing from his nose and down his face, "What's the damage?"

"Stop talking," Anna told him, stopping the flow with a heaving bandage, "Shit. I think it's broken."

"We'll have to pull you and do further examination," one of the medics said.

"No," Godard snapped, "I ain't going anywhere until I finish this period."

Anna shook her head, "Godard, you'll just get more banged up. They're already revved knowing they took you down."

"Then fix it."

Anna shot him a look, "No. You're out of here."

Godard grabbed Anna's wrist, gripping it, but gently, "Fix it. I know you can. Please."

Eric's eyes seemed to plead with her. Anna bit her lip and sighed. This was wrong. The fix was temporary and could mess him up for good. She could get fined.

But she turned to one of the interns and commanded, "Get me two Q-tips. Now."

As the intern reached into the kit, the second medic was horrified, "Miss, if you do that, the league could fire you."

"So let them," Anna said sarcastically, "This guy is the closest to goon we've got and if we pull him now, Washington will get the advantage. They need him. We need this win." She paused. "One goal, Godard. You promise me."

"You got it," Godard replied, "Now give me the pain."

Anna stuck the Q-tips on either side of his nostrils and pressed, pushing his nose back into place. It stuck with a painful snap, and Godard let out a yelp. He gritted his teeth and wiped his face, nodding, "Thanks, kid."

Anna nodded back, "Goal. Now."

As Godard returned to the ice, the fans welcomed him with a chant and his teammates tapped their sticks. Anna glanced at Dan Byslma, who was speaking to Ray Shero. Both were looking at Anna disapprovingly.

-

"Miss Evans, could I see you in my office please?" Dan asked, post-game interview over and arena nearly empty of fans.

Anna followed him past the Mario Lemeuix plaques and DEMAND MORE banners. It was becoming apparent that, despite her best efforts, everyone was starting to hate her. Brittany continuously told her over and over, 'They're gonna flip!' after the incident. Max and Orpik both shook their heads at Anna after she congratulated them after the game. She couldn't understand why everyone was so upset over something so juvenile.

Anna settled herself in the small, semi-uncomfortable chair in front of Dan Bylsma's desk. Dan didn't sit; instead he stood behind the desk and leaned over. He finally met Anna with weary eyes.

"Will you kindly explain to me what the hell that was out there?"

Taken aback, Anna frowned, "Excuse me?"

"You've been here for a good three years, Anna," Dan said quietly, clearly holding in his frustration, "You know very well that stints like that could cost us. Godard has been sent to the hospital."

"Why?" Anna said, playing dumb, "I fixed it, didn't I?"

"If this was street hockey in elementary school, then you did," Dan continued, crossing his arms, "But this is the NHL. We have rules. Things like that could cost us. If Godard winds up having a problem with his breathing, which is very likely, we'll lose him for a good couple weeks."

"Look, you won 4-2, is that not enough?" Anna said angrily, "Ovechkin practically stormed out of the arena."

"I don't care about Ovechkin," Dan as with a heavy sigh, "This isn't like you. I don't even know what I'm going to say to the medic interns, who no doubt will report this to the University of Pitt. For god's sakes, you're supposed to be a professional!"

"I am a professional, I just had to act quickly!" Anna snapped at him, "Why are you making such a big deal out of this? One black mark on a three year record isn't going to kill me."

Dan paused, turning to look at the 2009 Stanley Cup team photo, "There have been complaints, Anna."

Anna's eyes grew wide, "From who?"

"From some of the guys," Dan replied, "It doesn't matter. If there is something personal going on, I would like you to tell me."

"There's nothing going on," Anna lied, "I'm fine."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all."

"I will not deny your attitude has changed and it is effecting the team's performance," Dan told her, "But because this club is like a family, I am willing not to let you go, but only if you tell me what is wrong."

Anna said nothing, looking at a dead spider on the carpeted floor.

"Right then," Dan sighed, "Well, I expect you here tomorrow as normal. Please try to get some sleep."

Anna got up and walked out of the office, feeling the stares and glares from the Pittsburgh Penguins as she left the team area. As she collected her things from the medical office, she felt the look of the older, yellowed Pens logo on a sweater watching her. She turned to it, "What the hell are you looking at, fat ass?"