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kathierif_fic) wrote2010-05-16 12:48 am
kathierif_fic) wrote2010-05-16 12:48 am
Fic: Bridge Over Frozen Water (CSI:NY AU, FRM, Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack), 1/7
Title: Bridge Over Frozen Water
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRM
Content: AU, slash
Word Count: 18128 words
Summary: When players of the New York Rangers hockey team are seemingly randomly attacked, and Don Flack, third-line center, is suspected to be involved in those attacks, Sheldon and Don have to deal with how this affects their relationship.
A/Ns: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a2h, who let me borrow the concept from her hch-fic AU, to mer5 for the read-through, and ginny305 for everything.
Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
au_bigbang.
Disclaimer: Not a work of profit and not, in any way or form, true. The New York Rangers and their players belong to themselves, everything said about them in here is probably very untrue. CSI:NY and its characters doesn't belong to me either. No harm is meant in the writing of this fic.
Now With Artwork and Music! :) made byginny305, under this cut:
Link to the Mix
The sound of sharp skate blades cutting through fresh ice, sticks hitting pucks, pucks hitting the glass that surrounded the ice and the occasional clank as a puck caroomed off the posts or the crossbar of the two goals filled the air of the rink. Sometimes, a shout of triumph interrupted the otherwise quiet rink when one of the players managed to score on the goalie, a guffaw of laughter as a puck was stopped – it was a normal morning as players slowly skated around the rink or dropped to the ice to stretch before practice.
Most players were already on the ice, shooting pucks, when the coach stepped onto the slick surface of the rink and raised his whistle to his mouth. One of the players caught sight of him before he could blow it and raised his stick for one last slap shot, hoping to catch the goalie off guard.
His stick hit the puck perfectly, sending it over the ice and toward the corner of the goal, stick-side. At the last second, the goalie slid through the goal crease and snatched the frozen rubber disk out of the air. At the same time, a loud shot suddenly echoed
A single drop of blood collected on the edge of a jersey and slowly dripped down, splashing onto the ice.
A deathly silence filled the rink, quickly followed by a flurry of activity as people got over the shock and started rushing around, trying to find the shooter and stopping him or trying to figure out if someone had been hit.
More blood dripped onto the ice, forming a small puddle that slowly grew.
It was several more minutes until one of the players noticed the blood that was steadily dripping down his suddenly numb arm, but before he could say something or react, the shock made him stumble back to his knees. Hindered by his bulky equipment, he struggled for a moment before giving up and dazedly sitting down, his stick falling from his fingers.
Nobody noticed it in the chaos that had broken out. Security personnel rushed into the arena, players made their way back to the locker room.
The shooter managed to slip away without being stopped by anyone, even without getting seen.
TBC in chapter 2
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRM
Content: AU, slash
Word Count: 18128 words
Summary: When players of the New York Rangers hockey team are seemingly randomly attacked, and Don Flack, third-line center, is suspected to be involved in those attacks, Sheldon and Don have to deal with how this affects their relationship.
A/Ns: Many thanks to
a2h, who let me borrow the concept from her hch-fic AU, to mer5 for the read-through, and ginny305 for everything.Written for
au_bigbang.Disclaimer: Not a work of profit and not, in any way or form, true. The New York Rangers and their players belong to themselves, everything said about them in here is probably very untrue. CSI:NY and its characters doesn't belong to me either. No harm is meant in the writing of this fic.
Now With Artwork and Music! :) made by
ginny305, under this cut:
Link to the Mix
The sound of sharp skate blades cutting through fresh ice, sticks hitting pucks, pucks hitting the glass that surrounded the ice and the occasional clank as a puck caroomed off the posts or the crossbar of the two goals filled the air of the rink. Sometimes, a shout of triumph interrupted the otherwise quiet rink when one of the players managed to score on the goalie, a guffaw of laughter as a puck was stopped – it was a normal morning as players slowly skated around the rink or dropped to the ice to stretch before practice.
Most players were already on the ice, shooting pucks, when the coach stepped onto the slick surface of the rink and raised his whistle to his mouth. One of the players caught sight of him before he could blow it and raised his stick for one last slap shot, hoping to catch the goalie off guard.
His stick hit the puck perfectly, sending it over the ice and toward the corner of the goal, stick-side. At the last second, the goalie slid through the goal crease and snatched the frozen rubber disk out of the air. At the same time, a loud shot suddenly echoed
A single drop of blood collected on the edge of a jersey and slowly dripped down, splashing onto the ice.
A deathly silence filled the rink, quickly followed by a flurry of activity as people got over the shock and started rushing around, trying to find the shooter and stopping him or trying to figure out if someone had been hit.
More blood dripped onto the ice, forming a small puddle that slowly grew.
It was several more minutes until one of the players noticed the blood that was steadily dripping down his suddenly numb arm, but before he could say something or react, the shock made him stumble back to his knees. Hindered by his bulky equipment, he struggled for a moment before giving up and dazedly sitting down, his stick falling from his fingers.
Nobody noticed it in the chaos that had broken out. Security personnel rushed into the arena, players made their way back to the locker room.
The shooter managed to slip away without being stopped by anyone, even without getting seen.
TBC in chapter 2