Oh my ficlet, how you have grown :)
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2minsforslashingCharacters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearances by a certain ex-team mate...again (persistent bugger ;) )
Word Count: 1628
Rating: PG-13, for some swearing
Setting: Toronto, Ontario
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 || Part 14 || Part 15 || Parts 16 & 17 || Part 18 || Part 19 || Part 20 || Part 21 || Part 22 || Part 23 || Part 24 || Part 25 || Part 26 || Part 27 || Part 28 ||
Ian’s POV
I awoke feeling rested and happy, stretching out my arms I blinked my sleepy eyes a couple times, taking in the room; the blinds were shut and blocking out the sunlight I knew was there, and Andrew’s side of the bed was missing its key factor.
Getting up I checked out the bathroom and then the living room and kitchen, but still no Andrew. Hm…where could he have gone? I shrugged walking into the kitchen to get some orange juice where a hasty note was scribbled on his white board, “Gone out to pick up some food, fridge was empty. Didn’t want to wake you. Be back soon, love Andrew XOXO : ) “
I smiled and filled a glass with some of the orange liquid before flopping down on the couch to see what happened in the world of sports last night. I was just getting comfortable when there was a knock on the door, “I can’t believe he forgot his key.”
Crossing the room, I opened the door not bothering to look through the peep hole to see who it was, “You can be such a- “ I stopped in the middle of my sentence as I saw that it wasn’t Andrew standing in front of me, but Patrice Bergeron. “Um…can I help you?”
He looked me up and down, shaking his head disapprovingly, and then looked right past me into the apartment, “Is Andrew here? I really need to talk to him.”
I frowned, not appreciating the negative once over, “No, he’s not. You want to leave a message for him?”
“Do you think I could wait for him to get back? It’s kind of important, needs to be said face to face.”
I crossed my arms, this boy certainly had some nerve, “I’m sure if it’s so important and you have to wait for him, you won’t mind waiting for him in the hall.” Glaring at the bigger man, I made to close the door but he put out a hand and stopped me.
“Isn’t this Andrew’s apartment? I’m sure he wouldn’t want me sitting in the hall for 2 hours until he gets back from wherever he is.”
“Well it’s my apartment too and I don’t feel comfortable inviting people I don’t know in.” Okay, so I lied. But I practically lived here, right? Was it so wrong to want to keep my boyfriend’s ex on the other side of the door?
“You know me. We’ve played against each other before when you played for
It seems he cannot be stopped, “Fine. Just, I dunno…sit in the living room or something.” I stepped out of the way and he smirked and walked by me. I was suddenly struck by how beautiful his features were, or how fit his body was, or the fact that he was a year younger than me…I hope Andrew didn’t change his mind. Feeling a lot more insecure, I went and resumed my position on the couch, watching the television but not really paying attention as I watched Patrice with my peripherals.
He was still looking at me, so I finally turned to look at him, “What?”
“Nothing…” he shook his head as if he had been in some sort of daze, there was no mistaking the look of resentment that had been on his face seconds before. “Can I grab a drink?”
“Knock yourself out,” I said lazily, in no mood to play host.
I watched him as he got up and crossed in front of me walking into the kitchen, he froze in front of the fridge as he read the white board, biting down on his lip in anger he opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. He must have seen the love Andrew. Yeah, that’s right. He loves me. Get over it. It was finally my turn to smirk, and I redirected my gaze to the television. He sat down in a huff, “So how long have you guys been together now?”
“About 2 months now.”
He snorted, “Yeah…that’s definitely a long time, though enough to break up real relationships apparently” His sarcasm cut into me like the deepest knife, and I shot a glare his way.
“It’s not the amount of time you’ve been together asshole, but what you’ve been through in that time period. And we’ve been through quite a lot.” My anger was already beginning to build and I clenched my hand into a fist, my knuckles cracking involuntarily under the pressure. “He’s not going back to you, so you might as well turn around and walk right back out that door.” I tried to keep my voice as even and intimidating as possible, but I wasn’t sure if I completely believed what I was saying.
“Well from how he was acting last night I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” He was smiling at me now, that mother fucker actually had the nerve to smile at me. But the seed of doubt had already been planted and I sat there wondering why Andrew had been out so late last night, not having questioned him last when he got home. He must have seen it in my eyes because he continued taunting me, “You think you’ve been through a lot in 2 months, try the 3 years of history that we have. Now that’s a relationship.”
“I…” I faltered but then I heard a key in the lock of the front door and Andrew came in with a bunch of grocery bags, backing in and closing the door, “Hey babe, can you help me grab some of the bags in the hall, I- “He turned around and took in the sight of me sitting on the couch and Patrice in the chair opposite me. One of the bags in his hand dropped, spilling its contents on the floor, “What are you doing here?”
I hopped over the couch and went to help him pick up the groceries, a grapefruit stopping just by my foot. He shot me a look, though I wasn’t sure what it meant. Maybe he was mad that I let him in, maybe he was disappointed with his choice now that he finally saw us beside one another. I couldn’t be sure. I just avoided his eyes and shoved the food back into the bag sadly.
Andy’s POV
I wondered what they had been talking about while I was gone, and for that matter how long Patrice had been filling Ian’s head with ideas. He didn’t stop until he got what he wanted, no matter the consequences and by the look on Ian’s face I’d say he had been spinning a few stories. He wasn’t looking at me. Why wouldn’t he look at me? I needed him to know that we were still okay. He left for the kitchen with bags in hand, avoiding my gaze further.
“What do you want Patrice?” I asked again, throwing the rest of the grocery bags on the counter. Ian started to unpack them, glancing between us uneasily.
“You know what I want. I told you last night. I’m not leaving
“Well then I suggest you invest in a house so your hotel bill doesn’t get too high because I don’t plan on leaving Ian anytime soon.”
“You can’t be serious! Look at what we had together…don’t you value that at all? I mean what can he possibly offer you that I can’t?”
“Can you stop talking about me like I’m not in the room please?” Ian shot back, clearly getting upset with the whole situation. “For that matter, stop trying to sweet talk my boyfriend into leaving me while I’m standing right fucking here. Just keep it up, I guarantee that I fight just as well off the ice as I do on it.”
“That won’t be necessary Ian, he’s leaving.” I walked over and opened the door, motioning for him to get out.
He got up and walked out the door, “We’ll talk about this later, when he’s not here.”
“Let me know when that is, cause he’s pretty much always here.” As if to rub it in, Ian walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, grinning at him from behind my arm.
Patrice shook his head, “I’m not giving up.” And with that he turned and left, walking down the hall to the elevator. I shut the door, grateful for his departure and hugged Ian’s arms closer to me, “I’m so sorry babe.”
I felt him sigh behind me, so I turned around so that I could look into his eyes, “He’s wrong you know that right?” He was still looking away, “Right?”
“Is he? I don’t know…” Fuck, why does everything get so screwed up the minute we’re happy!
“Come on Ian! Any feelings I may have still had for Patrice completely disappeared the minute we got together. I’d say you pretty much fucked them out of me.” I grinned at him, and the faintest trace of a smile crossed his face. “I’m sorry for whatever he said to make you think otherwise, cause it’s not true.”
He finally looked up at me, “I guess I knew that. It’s just…”
“It’s just that I love you? Yeah, me too.” I captured his lips in mine and began walking him backwards to the bedroom.
“Not what I was going for, but who am I to argue?”
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Date: 2007-07-07 04:51 pm (UTC)awesome stuff hon! :)
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Date: 2007-07-07 07:40 pm (UTC)And teehee thanks JD.
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Date: 2007-08-12 11:14 am (UTC)I like how pushy he was and how he barged in and took over like he owned the place.
Interesting...