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Title: Nine Seconds Is All It Takes
Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and I never will.
Picture: http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/7567/roysabresxfn7.jpg Taken after Derek Roy scored nine seconds into Game Four versus the Ottawa Senators.
One…
It was over. The Sabres ultimate defeat had finally occurred. The light behind Ryan Miller’s net was flashing, and the Senators had bounded onto the ice to hug their own goaltender. Five games was all it took. Five games.
It could’ve easily been four.
Two…
Derek Roy was staring out at the team in white; the winners of the struggling series. The Sabres had not done well at all in the Eastern Conference Finals, but they weren’t pointing fingers at anyone but themselves. So much was placed onto their shoulders. They were expected to go all the way this season. They were expected to bring the Cup home.
They did not expect this.
Three…
He could feel the slight sense of wetness crawl down the skin on his face. Derek wasn’t able to help it. They had come this far – why did it have to end like this? Last year, it had been different. Injuries were the reason why the Sabres got booted against Carolina. Besides, they had taken them to game seven. This was…this was not them. It was as if the team had fallen apart in the postseason. They had let the fans down.
Derek refused to watch the Senators get the Prince of Wales trophy.
Four…
He avoided the cameras and microphone as much as he could.
He tried to block out all the sound reaching his ears. The hows, The whys; all the questions that would not cease until the beginning of next season. All Derek could do was pack away his equipment, and leave the arena. Get far away from it. So far, that he would no longer hear the questions, hear the echoing chant of ‘Let’s Go, Buffalo’ that would haunt his ears until September.
A hand grabbed onto his shoulder before he had a chance to get away.
Five…
“Are you all right?” Derek wouldn’t turn around as his hand touched the door handle, but he knew the voice. Thomas Vanek. His voice was shaking ever so slightly, and Derek could feel the trembling in his fingertips.
“If I said yes, I would be lying.” He looked down at the door handle this time, and sighed softly.
“Let’s get out of here. Away from all of these…” Thomas looked back at the cameras flashing everywhere. “Questions we don’t need to be asked right now.”
Six…
It felt good to get away from that atmosphere finally, as Derek and Thomas were driving along the highway back to older man’s house.
“Want to talk about it?” Thomas had his eyes locked onto Derek every since he had turned the car on. He was acting as if Derek was going to crash the car any second. He wasn’t that unstable.
Or maybe he was.
“Not really.” Derek choked back a few of the tears that had sprung up on him all of the sudden. It hurt, oh God, did it hurt.
“You do. Say what you want to say.” The younger man’s now calming voice was disturbing to Derek. How could he be so stable after that?
“Maybe if I had played better; we could’ve won, Thomas.” He refused to look over at him.
Seven…
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Der.” Thomas’ hand slid over Derek’s right one, and rubbed his skin tenderly. “Don’t be blaming yourself for this. This was a team effort. We all should’ve played loads better in this series. We knew the Sens were going to be tough to beat. We should’ve been more ready.”
“But…we got so far. Hit so many records in the franchise. How could we lose like this? Five games…I’m surprised we didn’t go down in four…”
“Derek, we have you to thank for that.”
Eight…
“Me? Why?” Derek was confused now. How could Derek have been the one to cause the Sabres not to lose in four games?
“Who was the first person to score in Game Four?” Thomas softly spoke, as he continued to rub the skin on Derek’s hand.
“…I did. But what does th-“
“The game previously, we had been shutout. A one to zero score. The thought in all of the back of our minds was that ‘Hey, we might get swept.’, and you know what you did? You scored nine seconds into that game, and gave the team the spark and energy we needed. We beat them in their own arena, and didn’t get swept. So you know what? You put faith into thousands of Sabres fans hearts, and ours too. Everyone watching us was thanking you for making it possible for us to perhaps maybe win three more games in a row.”
Derek didn’t know what to say. He was overwhelmed with what Thomas had just said. Did it really make that much of an impact on the city of Buffalo, that he scored that goal nine seconds into the game?
Nine…
“…You mean…I really reloaded all that faith and hope back into the fans that quickly?” Derek finally turned to look at Thomas, and a small smile appeared on his face.
Thomas just shrugged his shoulders, and murmured; “Nine seconds is all it takes.”
Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and I never will.
Picture: http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/7567/roysabresxfn7.jpg Taken after Derek Roy scored nine seconds into Game Four versus the Ottawa Senators.
One…
It was over. The Sabres ultimate defeat had finally occurred. The light behind Ryan Miller’s net was flashing, and the Senators had bounded onto the ice to hug their own goaltender. Five games was all it took. Five games.
It could’ve easily been four.
Two…
Derek Roy was staring out at the team in white; the winners of the struggling series. The Sabres had not done well at all in the Eastern Conference Finals, but they weren’t pointing fingers at anyone but themselves. So much was placed onto their shoulders. They were expected to go all the way this season. They were expected to bring the Cup home.
They did not expect this.
Three…
He could feel the slight sense of wetness crawl down the skin on his face. Derek wasn’t able to help it. They had come this far – why did it have to end like this? Last year, it had been different. Injuries were the reason why the Sabres got booted against Carolina. Besides, they had taken them to game seven. This was…this was not them. It was as if the team had fallen apart in the postseason. They had let the fans down.
Derek refused to watch the Senators get the Prince of Wales trophy.
Four…
He avoided the cameras and microphone as much as he could.
He tried to block out all the sound reaching his ears. The hows, The whys; all the questions that would not cease until the beginning of next season. All Derek could do was pack away his equipment, and leave the arena. Get far away from it. So far, that he would no longer hear the questions, hear the echoing chant of ‘Let’s Go, Buffalo’ that would haunt his ears until September.
A hand grabbed onto his shoulder before he had a chance to get away.
Five…
“Are you all right?” Derek wouldn’t turn around as his hand touched the door handle, but he knew the voice. Thomas Vanek. His voice was shaking ever so slightly, and Derek could feel the trembling in his fingertips.
“If I said yes, I would be lying.” He looked down at the door handle this time, and sighed softly.
“Let’s get out of here. Away from all of these…” Thomas looked back at the cameras flashing everywhere. “Questions we don’t need to be asked right now.”
Six…
It felt good to get away from that atmosphere finally, as Derek and Thomas were driving along the highway back to older man’s house.
“Want to talk about it?” Thomas had his eyes locked onto Derek every since he had turned the car on. He was acting as if Derek was going to crash the car any second. He wasn’t that unstable.
Or maybe he was.
“Not really.” Derek choked back a few of the tears that had sprung up on him all of the sudden. It hurt, oh God, did it hurt.
“You do. Say what you want to say.” The younger man’s now calming voice was disturbing to Derek. How could he be so stable after that?
“Maybe if I had played better; we could’ve won, Thomas.” He refused to look over at him.
Seven…
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Der.” Thomas’ hand slid over Derek’s right one, and rubbed his skin tenderly. “Don’t be blaming yourself for this. This was a team effort. We all should’ve played loads better in this series. We knew the Sens were going to be tough to beat. We should’ve been more ready.”
“But…we got so far. Hit so many records in the franchise. How could we lose like this? Five games…I’m surprised we didn’t go down in four…”
“Derek, we have you to thank for that.”
Eight…
“Me? Why?” Derek was confused now. How could Derek have been the one to cause the Sabres not to lose in four games?
“Who was the first person to score in Game Four?” Thomas softly spoke, as he continued to rub the skin on Derek’s hand.
“…I did. But what does th-“
“The game previously, we had been shutout. A one to zero score. The thought in all of the back of our minds was that ‘Hey, we might get swept.’, and you know what you did? You scored nine seconds into that game, and gave the team the spark and energy we needed. We beat them in their own arena, and didn’t get swept. So you know what? You put faith into thousands of Sabres fans hearts, and ours too. Everyone watching us was thanking you for making it possible for us to perhaps maybe win three more games in a row.”
Derek didn’t know what to say. He was overwhelmed with what Thomas had just said. Did it really make that much of an impact on the city of Buffalo, that he scored that goal nine seconds into the game?
Nine…
“…You mean…I really reloaded all that faith and hope back into the fans that quickly?” Derek finally turned to look at Thomas, and a small smile appeared on his face.
Thomas just shrugged his shoulders, and murmured; “Nine seconds is all it takes.”