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Title: Not So Different
Characters: Robert Nilsson / Kyle Brodziak (Edmonton Oilers)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened.
Notes: It took me a long time to finish this. It kinda just came to me, so I hope you like it. Fluff and love. :P





Robert slammed the dressing room door on his way out, not acknowledging anyone else inside. He slung his bag over his shoulder and burst out of the exit door into the crisp, cool November night.

"Robert! Robert, wait up!" He heard the voice of Kyle, but that wasn't even enough to stop him. His pace quickened as he walked blindly forward. It didn't take Kyle long to catch up. "Bobby, what are you doing?" Robert didn't look at Kyle, his eyes fixed at the city before him.

"Leave me alone." He mumbled. Kyle grabbed his arm forcefully, trying to hold him back. Robert tried to pull his arm away, but Kyle didn't let go. "Get off, Kyle." His voice raised. Kyle kept his hold on Robert's arm. "Fuck off!" Robert threw his bag to the ground and shoved Kyle so hard, that he soon found his teammate on the ground, staring up at him with a puzzled look.

"Whoa..." Kyle muttered, staying on the ground and dropping his eyes from Robert's. Kyle reached over and grabbed the bag that was now lying on the ground and set it behind his head, as he stretched out on the road. He brought his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "Well I'm not going to fuck off, so either you can sit down and talk to me or keep on walking, in which case I'm just going to keep following you." Robert sighed.

"Kyle... Get off the road." Kyle shook his head.

"No. You can't just throw me down here and then tell me to get up. It's not fair." Kyle shot Robert a grin and held out his hand. "Come here." Robert hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly walked over to Kyle. He took Kyle's outstretched hand and in a quick moment he found himself horizontal, rather than vertical, laying on top of Kyle.

"What the hell?!" Robert's cries were cut short by Kyle's lips. It was a soft kiss, so gentle that Robert had to open his eyes for a moment to make sure it was actually happening. He felt Kyle's hands run through his hair and it sent a shiver down his spine. Kyle pulled away and brought his lips to Robert's ear.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, sliding his hands from Robert's hair to his back.

"I'm just... frustrated." Robert muttered. "It's like no matter how hard I try, I just can't do enough." Kyle pulled his head back to look at Robert's face.

"What are you trying to prove, exactly?" Kyle asked, shaking his head. "You can't be talking about hockey. You work so hard."

"I want to do more. I know I work hard, but what if no one can see that?"

"No one expects you to single handily win every game, Robert." Kyle kissed his cheek. "Get up, I want to show you something." Robert nodded and got up. "Throw your bag into my trunk." Kyle threw his keys to Robert as they walked back to Rexall Place. Robert did as he was told, and followed Kyle back inside the arena.

"Kyle, where are we going?"

"Hold on a second." Kyle walked over to an employee and had a short conversation with him. When he returned to Robert, he had a grin on his face. "Follow me!" He led Robert into the stands. Kyle finally stopped about 30 rows up, center ice. "Sit." Robert gave Kyle a skeptical look but sat anyways. "What you need is a different perspective." Kyle smiled and straddled Robert, bringing their lips together for a moment. "You see, when I was scratched a few games ago, I noticed something."

"Hmm?"

"It looks a lot different from way up here... and yet it also is the same." Kyle kissed him again and got up from his seat. "I'll be right back." Robert rolled his eyes and slouched in his chair.

"What are you doing now?!" Robert got no reply. He waited for a few moments before deciding that it was ridiculous of him to just sit here in an empty arena, but before he could get anywhere the lights went out.

"When I was up there, all I watched was you." He heard Kyle's voice from the ice. "I don't care if you don't think people see how hard you work. They do."

"Couldn't you have just told me that? What's with the show?" Robert asked.

"Does 'I Love You' look any different from down here? It is what it is, Robert. Even if you can't see it."