Fic: Surprise Visit (RPS, FRT)
May. 27th, 2009 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kathierif_ficTitle: Surprise Visit
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT
Fandom/Pairings: It's one of my weird "without names" ones, even if it's pretty fucking obvious. Damnit.
Warnings: slash. RPS.
Word Count: 692 words
Disclaimer: I don't have anything against Canadian goalies, but I'd have preferred that they keep the American goalie they already had. Because somehow I doubt that he'd gone to Russia mid-season and for some reason I fear that might happen with the new guy and then? Huh? And then? ...I miss Jean-Marc Pelletier. And I just got used to Adam Hauser. And this is all not true and only because I'm frustrated with the whole situation.
Summary: He wasn't hiding after they'd told him there wouldn't be room for him on their roster the next season.
Author's Notes: ...um, probably in the disclaimer? Additional notes below.
He'd expected a series of phone calls as soon as his teammates - his former teammates - had heard the news, but he hadn't felt like facing their pity and had turned off his cell phone.
He'd briefly checked it over lunch, but as soon as he'd realized that at least two of his messages were from Danny, alone, he'd quickly turned it off and slipped it deep into his pocket again.
He would be fine. They had said it; a lot of European teams were still looking for a goalie, and he wasn't too bothered.
He had other things to think about.
He sighed quietly as he pushed the plate away and stood.
He'd be fine.
He had a lesson to prepare for a group of very young goalies. That would keep him occupied. His agent could deal with whatever came his way now.
Maybe he could drive down to the rink and hide there, he thought with a small grimace.
However, before he could come to a decision, a knock on the door pulled him out of his morose thoughts.
He frowned slightly but still went to open it. He didn't expect a visitor.
And he especially didn't expect this visitor, he thought numbly as he stared down at the man standing in front of him.
He'd probably recognize the man everywhere; the dark blonde hair half-hidden under a cap, with strands sticking out randomly, the small grin and the twinkle in his eyes -
"What are you doing here?" he asked, but he couldn't stop himself from taking a step forward and wrapping both arms around the other man.
"Checkin' up on you," came the easy reply, and a warm hand was rubbing his back gently. "I was in the area." He hesitated briefly. "Cap called me. And Danny. Told me about what happened."
He hummed softly. "Called me too," he admitted without letting go of the smaller man.
"You turned your phone off."
It wasn't a question, but he answered anyways.
"I needed...time to think."
Finally, he took a step back and lifted his hand to brush a strand of blonde hair out of the other man's face. "You got a haircut."
"Yeah," came the reply, together with a dry chuckle. "Some of us were a bit worried when you didn't answer your phone. Or your email."
"I'll be fine."
The words came automatically, without him having to think about them. He was a bit proud of that, even if he only admitted that to himself.
"Sure you will."
Belatedly he realized that his fingertips were still resting against the other man's face, but before he could pull them away, the other man had put his hand over his and had turned his face to press a gentle kiss into his palm.
"Never doubted it."
The smile died on his lips, and he dropped his head and ran his free hand through his hair.
"I'm...I'm gonna miss you there," he muttered. "All of you guys there."
It was weird, he thought while swallowing against the tightness in his throat. The two of them had changed from opponents, maybe even enemies on the ice, to friends when they'd started playing for the same team, and finally, into something even more.
"We'll miss you too."
Again, he found himself pulled into a tight hug and felt the familiar sensations of lips brushing against his cheek and temple.
This wasn't the end, he realized as his own hands moved on their own accord and clenched in the other man's shirt. It was just the beginning of yet another part in their relationship.
"You weren't really in the area, huh?" he muttered finally.
"No."
"Okay." He took a deep breath and slowly released it. "How long can you stay?"
"Two or three days, depending on when you kick me out."
His hand was finally released, and he smiled softly.
"Kicking you out?" he asked. "I'll make you help with the kids tomorrow."
Again, he got that warm laugh as a reply. "Sure. As long as you spend some time with me too."
He laughed.
The answer to that was surprisingly easy.
"Always."
~End.
Additional Notes: This was caused by the signing of goalie Fred Brathwaite by the Eagles, which caused them to let Adam Hauser go. I just got used to Adam Hauser...I started to like Adam Hauser. And I don't think he played that much worse than the rest of the team.
...of course I had a pairing in mind when writing...
first pic I found with both of them in it...
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT
Fandom/Pairings: It's one of my weird "without names" ones, even if it's pretty fucking obvious. Damnit.
Warnings: slash. RPS.
Word Count: 692 words
Disclaimer: I don't have anything against Canadian goalies, but I'd have preferred that they keep the American goalie they already had. Because somehow I doubt that he'd gone to Russia mid-season and for some reason I fear that might happen with the new guy and then? Huh? And then? ...I miss Jean-Marc Pelletier. And I just got used to Adam Hauser. And this is all not true and only because I'm frustrated with the whole situation.
Summary: He wasn't hiding after they'd told him there wouldn't be room for him on their roster the next season.
Author's Notes: ...um, probably in the disclaimer? Additional notes below.
He'd expected a series of phone calls as soon as his teammates - his former teammates - had heard the news, but he hadn't felt like facing their pity and had turned off his cell phone.
He'd briefly checked it over lunch, but as soon as he'd realized that at least two of his messages were from Danny, alone, he'd quickly turned it off and slipped it deep into his pocket again.
He would be fine. They had said it; a lot of European teams were still looking for a goalie, and he wasn't too bothered.
He had other things to think about.
He sighed quietly as he pushed the plate away and stood.
He'd be fine.
He had a lesson to prepare for a group of very young goalies. That would keep him occupied. His agent could deal with whatever came his way now.
Maybe he could drive down to the rink and hide there, he thought with a small grimace.
However, before he could come to a decision, a knock on the door pulled him out of his morose thoughts.
He frowned slightly but still went to open it. He didn't expect a visitor.
And he especially didn't expect this visitor, he thought numbly as he stared down at the man standing in front of him.
He'd probably recognize the man everywhere; the dark blonde hair half-hidden under a cap, with strands sticking out randomly, the small grin and the twinkle in his eyes -
"What are you doing here?" he asked, but he couldn't stop himself from taking a step forward and wrapping both arms around the other man.
"Checkin' up on you," came the easy reply, and a warm hand was rubbing his back gently. "I was in the area." He hesitated briefly. "Cap called me. And Danny. Told me about what happened."
He hummed softly. "Called me too," he admitted without letting go of the smaller man.
"You turned your phone off."
It wasn't a question, but he answered anyways.
"I needed...time to think."
Finally, he took a step back and lifted his hand to brush a strand of blonde hair out of the other man's face. "You got a haircut."
"Yeah," came the reply, together with a dry chuckle. "Some of us were a bit worried when you didn't answer your phone. Or your email."
"I'll be fine."
The words came automatically, without him having to think about them. He was a bit proud of that, even if he only admitted that to himself.
"Sure you will."
Belatedly he realized that his fingertips were still resting against the other man's face, but before he could pull them away, the other man had put his hand over his and had turned his face to press a gentle kiss into his palm.
"Never doubted it."
The smile died on his lips, and he dropped his head and ran his free hand through his hair.
"I'm...I'm gonna miss you there," he muttered. "All of you guys there."
It was weird, he thought while swallowing against the tightness in his throat. The two of them had changed from opponents, maybe even enemies on the ice, to friends when they'd started playing for the same team, and finally, into something even more.
"We'll miss you too."
Again, he found himself pulled into a tight hug and felt the familiar sensations of lips brushing against his cheek and temple.
This wasn't the end, he realized as his own hands moved on their own accord and clenched in the other man's shirt. It was just the beginning of yet another part in their relationship.
"You weren't really in the area, huh?" he muttered finally.
"No."
"Okay." He took a deep breath and slowly released it. "How long can you stay?"
"Two or three days, depending on when you kick me out."
His hand was finally released, and he smiled softly.
"Kicking you out?" he asked. "I'll make you help with the kids tomorrow."
Again, he got that warm laugh as a reply. "Sure. As long as you spend some time with me too."
He laughed.
The answer to that was surprisingly easy.
"Always."
~End.
Additional Notes: This was caused by the signing of goalie Fred Brathwaite by the Eagles, which caused them to let Adam Hauser go. I just got used to Adam Hauser...I started to like Adam Hauser. And I don't think he played that much worse than the rest of the team.
...of course I had a pairing in mind when writing...
first pic I found with both of them in it...