Higher Ground - MICHAEL RYDER/MARC SAVARD
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2minsforslashingTitle: Higher Ground
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geekintehpink
Characters: Michael Ryder, Marc Savard (Boston Bruins) Michael's POV.
Rating: G
Word Count: 736
Summary: Team bonding: Marc Savard style.
Author's Note: It's kinda rough and it's pretty much all my brain could throw together right now, since I'm battling with a bout of writer's block. Also unbeta'd, so if you see any glaring horrible errors, please feel free to point them out in a polite way.
“Team bonding, huh?” I asked as I took a seat his couch and sipped at the beer that he handed me. “Not sure sitting here drinking and watching slasher flicks is what Claude had in mind, Marc...”
Marc shrugged and took a seat next to me on the couch. “Hey, man, bonding is a relative term. And I've come to find that the more time you spend with your prospective line mate, the more likely you are to learn their tendencies,” he paused, turned to look at me and then chuckled a bit when he noticed the disbelieving look I had on my face. “Plus, I just don't feel like going to the rink today. It's our day off, we should use it to the fullest.”
“And the fullest is pizza, beer and Saw?” I asked, watching as the opening credits started to roll. I'd seen this movie a million times, but I really didn't care. He was right. I did need to relax a little bit. “Fair enough, I guess I can step away from my hard, hard skating regimen for one day...” I chuckled.
He turned and looked at me for a second, and I raised an eyebrow. “You know, Mike, you're awful quiet most of the time. What's up with that?” he asked me, keeping his body turned toward me and leaning his arm onto the back of the couch. I hadn't noticed before how blue his eyes really were.
I thought about his question for a second. “Why am I quiet? Well, I'm not quiet around you or anything,” I said simply. It was true. Actually, around Marc, it became more of a 'shut me up' problem than a 'get me to talk' problem. We just had more in common than others, I guess. “But with the rest of the guys? I guess I just kind of feel...I don't know...like the new guy, you know? Glen was well loved around here, and all of a sudden it's like, Peter decides to pick me up and Glen...” I paused, because I knew that Glen and Marc had been closer than the rest of the guys. “Now that I think of it...why are you so cool with me? I mean...if not for me-”
“-Peter would have chosen some other right wing that I didn't gel with at all, and I would have had a horrible season. I'm glad it was you, Mike,” he grinned a little bit. “Mostly because I thought that once Glen went,” he paused and I realized then that it had been all but an inevitability, Glen's departure, “it would be the beginning of the end. But...it wasn't because you came next,” his grin morphed into a bit of a smile. “Just don't worry so much, Mike. The guys are cool with what happened. It was bound to, sooner or later...”
I turned and looked at the TV for a second, though I wasn't watching the movie at all. Just sort of staring aimlessly at the pictures. “So...do you know why Peter chose me?” I asked, shrugging a shoulder. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to come to Boston, but...I was a bit surprised, with the available players who would have signed for less, that I was their first choice. I turned back and looked at Marc.
He was turned toward the TV now, though. He simply nodded. “I told him that you were my first choice...” he stated with a bit of a grin on his face. “Told him I liked your style and that I thought we'd gel well together. Turns out I was right.”
I felt a bit of heat rising to my cheeks as I glanced at the TV again. I'd been Marc Savard's first choice? Well then. I'd have to make sure I didn't let him down. I took another long, slow sip from my beer bottle and glanced at Marc once more from the corner of my eye. He was sort of a mystery, Marc was. I thought I had him all figured out, and he threw a crazy curve ball my way. I supposed that was part of his charm. Things were never boring. I let out a soft, inaudible laugh and settled in to watch the movie. Team bonding, indeed. Now I actually felt a little more like a part of the team, thanks to him.
Author:
geekintehpinkCharacters: Michael Ryder, Marc Savard (Boston Bruins) Michael's POV.
Rating: G
Word Count: 736
Summary: Team bonding: Marc Savard style.
Author's Note: It's kinda rough and it's pretty much all my brain could throw together right now, since I'm battling with a bout of writer's block. Also unbeta'd, so if you see any glaring horrible errors, please feel free to point them out in a polite way.
“Team bonding, huh?” I asked as I took a seat his couch and sipped at the beer that he handed me. “Not sure sitting here drinking and watching slasher flicks is what Claude had in mind, Marc...”
Marc shrugged and took a seat next to me on the couch. “Hey, man, bonding is a relative term. And I've come to find that the more time you spend with your prospective line mate, the more likely you are to learn their tendencies,” he paused, turned to look at me and then chuckled a bit when he noticed the disbelieving look I had on my face. “Plus, I just don't feel like going to the rink today. It's our day off, we should use it to the fullest.”
“And the fullest is pizza, beer and Saw?” I asked, watching as the opening credits started to roll. I'd seen this movie a million times, but I really didn't care. He was right. I did need to relax a little bit. “Fair enough, I guess I can step away from my hard, hard skating regimen for one day...” I chuckled.
He turned and looked at me for a second, and I raised an eyebrow. “You know, Mike, you're awful quiet most of the time. What's up with that?” he asked me, keeping his body turned toward me and leaning his arm onto the back of the couch. I hadn't noticed before how blue his eyes really were.
I thought about his question for a second. “Why am I quiet? Well, I'm not quiet around you or anything,” I said simply. It was true. Actually, around Marc, it became more of a 'shut me up' problem than a 'get me to talk' problem. We just had more in common than others, I guess. “But with the rest of the guys? I guess I just kind of feel...I don't know...like the new guy, you know? Glen was well loved around here, and all of a sudden it's like, Peter decides to pick me up and Glen...” I paused, because I knew that Glen and Marc had been closer than the rest of the guys. “Now that I think of it...why are you so cool with me? I mean...if not for me-”
“-Peter would have chosen some other right wing that I didn't gel with at all, and I would have had a horrible season. I'm glad it was you, Mike,” he grinned a little bit. “Mostly because I thought that once Glen went,” he paused and I realized then that it had been all but an inevitability, Glen's departure, “it would be the beginning of the end. But...it wasn't because you came next,” his grin morphed into a bit of a smile. “Just don't worry so much, Mike. The guys are cool with what happened. It was bound to, sooner or later...”
I turned and looked at the TV for a second, though I wasn't watching the movie at all. Just sort of staring aimlessly at the pictures. “So...do you know why Peter chose me?” I asked, shrugging a shoulder. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to come to Boston, but...I was a bit surprised, with the available players who would have signed for less, that I was their first choice. I turned back and looked at Marc.
He was turned toward the TV now, though. He simply nodded. “I told him that you were my first choice...” he stated with a bit of a grin on his face. “Told him I liked your style and that I thought we'd gel well together. Turns out I was right.”
I felt a bit of heat rising to my cheeks as I glanced at the TV again. I'd been Marc Savard's first choice? Well then. I'd have to make sure I didn't let him down. I took another long, slow sip from my beer bottle and glanced at Marc once more from the corner of my eye. He was sort of a mystery, Marc was. I thought I had him all figured out, and he threw a crazy curve ball my way. I supposed that was part of his charm. Things were never boring. I let out a soft, inaudible laugh and settled in to watch the movie. Team bonding, indeed. Now I actually felt a little more like a part of the team, thanks to him.
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:29 pm (UTC)beer and saw. Well i couldn't Saw has me wanting to hide behind the couch.
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:34 pm (UTC)LOL, I'm a bit of a slasher flick freak myself. I've seen all the movies and yeah, it's totally my thing.
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Date: 2008-10-13 09:02 pm (UTC)Thanks, as always, hun. =)
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Date: 2008-10-13 09:34 pm (UTC)They're a cute pairing for sure :D
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Date: 2008-10-13 09:36 pm (UTC)And they are! All that chemistry has to come from somewhere...;)
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Date: 2008-10-17 02:27 am (UTC)ahem
<3 i like this. a lot. and i do like this pairing a lot too. will there beee more?
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Date: 2008-10-20 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 03:04 pm (UTC)All of it hints at a spark rather than smacking you over the head with it, which I love.
*mwah* loved it!
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Date: 2008-12-28 04:18 pm (UTC)Thanks sweetie. *mwah* ILU!