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geekintehpink Pairing/Characters: Marc Savard / Dennis Wideman.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Call y'er dentist.
Summary: Pre and post game seven. Marc has concerns, but not the type you think.
Word Count: 1,031
Author's Notes: Thanks to
honeybee718 and ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ovielove for being awesome and pre-reading it for me, as usual. XDDisclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen, don't sue. Kthxbai.
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Of all the nights for you not to be able to sleep, you decide that this is the worst. With a sigh, you look at the clock to see that it's three in the morning, and God knows that you're going to be off by not just a step, but about twelve or thirteen steps tomorrow morning at practice. Taking a glance over beside you on the bed, you take in your lover's form, watching as his muscles move a little with each inward and outward breath. You wish you could be as tranquil as he is. As calm, cool and collected. God knows you could use the sleep, but at this rate, you're not going to get it. With a slight sigh, you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.
How in the hell did you get here?
Not here, here. That you know. You took a bus to a plane to another bus to a hotel. But here. Secure. Happy in a city with people who love you and people who you love. Happy in the sense that your career is soaring and people are noticing you. Happy...in the sense that you're almost humbled by it all. It's not something you're used to. Not to mention the whole loving and being loved back thing. It's all new and sort of frightening. But you decide that the fright in it is what makes it good. The knowledge that you'll wake up next to Dennis every morning is good and comfortable and...you realize now that it could all end tomorrow.
Sure, Dennis is still going to be there in the morning...and for the next couple of mornings. But...after that, if things don't go right...it could all be for nothing. Sure, you'll be on the same province. And that's all well and good. But you're willing to bet that back at home, there's a friend or teammate that he's been after forever and with all that history, you'll be out like yesterday's garbage. Who needs a man who's five years older than you with a few kids to tie him down, when he has freedom so readily available to him right at home? You sigh. Now it's not hockey that's keeping you awake. It's Dennis.
The strides you've made with him this season are scary in how huge they are. Losing him...losing everything is a concept you're not ready to entertain yet. You feel your eyes tearing up a bit at the thought of it, because he has really become that deeply ingrained into who you are. In your mind, you identify yourself as the man lucky enough to love Dennis Wideman...and now you're afraid that because of one loss...one night out of the eighty-eight games you've played this season (post season included)...it could be gone.
You feel the bed shift a little, and he's facing you, and it's not until then that you realize that his eyes are open too. He smiles at you and bites his lip. “Can't sleep either, huh?” he asks you.
“Nope...” you say simply, sighing as you take another glance at the clock. Three fifteen. God. “I'm so nervous...”
He laughs, that classic Dennis Wideman laugh that, in it's innocence, makes you wonder why he isn't happily settled rather than with you right then. “What a way to have our playoff cherries popped, though, huh?”
You laugh a little. God, how does he always do that? Make you laugh when you had been ready to throttle something or cry or explode with nervousness? “Game sevens are definitely the way to go, I think...”
“Yeah if you like losing sleep and constant rollercoasters of emotion...” he chuckles and glances over his shoulder at the clock, heaves a sigh and then looks back at you. “Marc...can...I be totally honest with you?” he asks, looking more nervous than you'd ever seen him before. You nod, though for a second, you're concerned. “The game tomorrow? I mean, yeah it would be awesome to win and yeah I'm worried about it. But what I'm more worried about is—”
“—where we stand if we don't?” you ask, and watch his eyes widen. He nods in response, and gives you a bit of an inquisitive look. “I was worried about that too, until you said that. If you want things to stay the same? They can...”
He shakes his head, and for a second, you're worried. But when he speaks, he kills any worry that you may have had. “No. I want them to get even better. I want to spend my summer with you, Marc. I want to be with you and your kids and do everything we usually do in the summer, only together...” he says. “I want you to come along with me when I go fishing or be my partner when I go golfing...”
“Only because I have the best handicap in the entire league...” you joke and giggle a little as he pokes you in the chest.
“Or because I want to be with you all the time. Think you can deal with that?” he asks. And suddenly you wonder why you'd been worried. The summer will be just like the winter, spring and fall, just with more golf and beaches and less ice and skate blades. And then in the fall, it would be just like this again...for at least eighty-four games.
And it's then that you realize that this relationship might...no will...be the one to stick.
On a very somber, downright depressed bus ride back to the hotel, you can't help but smile a little. Even though no one has any right to smile because instead of preparing to play the Penguins or whoever you would have been playing, you're planning off-season meetings...well, they are. You know how you're spending your off-season. And for once, it's nice to have it planned, but not planned at the same time. Even though you're upset, sad, downright depressed that it's over...you see a little bit of light in a dark situation. And his name is Dennis Wideman.
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder
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Date: 2008-04-22 06:52 am (UTC)Of course, you already know this ;) Favourite story to date *mwah*
And as always more Denny and Savvy is always good ♥
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Date: 2008-04-22 06:55 am (UTC)*mwah* Oh, there will be more. I already have their summer planned out for them...*evil look*
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Date: 2008-04-22 01:48 pm (UTC)Very nice, thanks for the lift!
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Date: 2008-04-22 07:27 pm (UTC)Thanks. It lifted me a bit too. =)
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Date: 2008-04-22 05:17 pm (UTC)i can't wait for the off season fic now ;)
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Date: 2008-04-22 07:28 pm (UTC)Oh, there will be plenty of off-season fic...;)
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Date: 2008-04-24 08:02 am (UTC)But I repeat. That was so sweet and a little painful but in a totally good way because, and this is what I love the most...there's hope. It's weird to say but I think all of us recently offseason-ed fans (it's a word, go with it) need to have hope.
AND AND AND yay! We get lots of offseason fics! That's the only good part about having to wait until September for the new season ;)
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Date: 2008-04-24 04:54 pm (UTC)I loved it. I always dooo. ^_^