Fic: The Last Cookie (Hockey RPS, FRT)
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kathierif_ficTitle: The Last Cookie
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT
Pairing: yes, there is one, but no names are named. It is slashy.
Disclaimer: Since there's no names named, this counts as Original Fic and is all mine. But since it's based on RL...half-mine?
Summary: He left, and it was over. Hockeyfic.
Author's Notes: Based on real people. The people who know me know who I had in mind writing this, for everyone else, it doesn't matter. It's a goalie and a captain. Who is a forward, but that's not even important.
***
"You deserve a cookie."
The voice was familiar, slightly rough and yet friendly and warm, and he remembered coming here, to this foreign country, this foreign town, and the same voice being there and helping him out whenever he needed it.
Doing his duties as captain.
He turned around and smiled softly at the other man. "I'm not even the game-winning goalie," he said. "How do I deserve a cookie?"
The other man, his former captain, slowly limped closer. He was still injured, he knew, hadn't played a game in almost six weeks, and it didn't seem as if he would play in the next game either.
"You deserve a cookie for a game well played, and because you're obviously missed here. Didn't you hear the fans chant your name?" the captain explained with an easy shrug.
He bent his head down to hide the pleased smile. "I did," he said quietly, not admitting how much the memory of those moments pleased him. "But you have two really good goalies here."
"Yeah."
They stood close now, their shoulders almost touching, so close and yet so very far apart that it was almost painful.
They both knew that what they had was in the past, it was over and done with. It wouldn't miraculously come back, no matter how much they both wanted it. They was a whole country between them now.
"How are you holding up?"
He shifted his bag from one hand to the other at the quiet question of his captain - his ex-captain, he reminded himself, and looked around the hallway that was still familiar, but not home anymore.
"Good," he finally answered. "They're a good team. I like playing with them. Good fans, too."
They stood like that for a moment longer, until he sighed. "I have to go."
The only answer he got was a nod. He almost wanted the other man to say something, to call him back, as he shifted his bag back to his other hand and slowly walked off, towards his new teammates, his new life, but nothing happened.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT
Pairing: yes, there is one, but no names are named. It is slashy.
Disclaimer: Since there's no names named, this counts as Original Fic and is all mine. But since it's based on RL...half-mine?
Summary: He left, and it was over. Hockeyfic.
Author's Notes: Based on real people. The people who know me know who I had in mind writing this, for everyone else, it doesn't matter. It's a goalie and a captain. Who is a forward, but that's not even important.
***
"You deserve a cookie."
The voice was familiar, slightly rough and yet friendly and warm, and he remembered coming here, to this foreign country, this foreign town, and the same voice being there and helping him out whenever he needed it.
Doing his duties as captain.
He turned around and smiled softly at the other man. "I'm not even the game-winning goalie," he said. "How do I deserve a cookie?"
The other man, his former captain, slowly limped closer. He was still injured, he knew, hadn't played a game in almost six weeks, and it didn't seem as if he would play in the next game either.
"You deserve a cookie for a game well played, and because you're obviously missed here. Didn't you hear the fans chant your name?" the captain explained with an easy shrug.
He bent his head down to hide the pleased smile. "I did," he said quietly, not admitting how much the memory of those moments pleased him. "But you have two really good goalies here."
"Yeah."
They stood close now, their shoulders almost touching, so close and yet so very far apart that it was almost painful.
They both knew that what they had was in the past, it was over and done with. It wouldn't miraculously come back, no matter how much they both wanted it. They was a whole country between them now.
"How are you holding up?"
He shifted his bag from one hand to the other at the quiet question of his captain - his ex-captain, he reminded himself, and looked around the hallway that was still familiar, but not home anymore.
"Good," he finally answered. "They're a good team. I like playing with them. Good fans, too."
They stood like that for a moment longer, until he sighed. "I have to go."
The only answer he got was a nod. He almost wanted the other man to say something, to call him back, as he shifted his bag back to his other hand and slowly walked off, towards his new teammates, his new life, but nothing happened.