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2minsforslashingTITLE: "Hurt", Part 1
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): None (shocking!) just Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship
RATING: PG-13 (the kiddies can read this one)
DISCLAIMER: All fake. Not true. Don't sue me, please.
WARNINGS: fluff, man-love, maybe an appreciation for your best friend?
SUMMARY: Story TWO of my "Scottie Cares" mini series.
CREDIT: I always amuse myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: These stories are random; don't take place in order. They are all pretty much drabbles, with a few a little longer than what would be usual. I was inspiried by the lack of emotion that Scottie held in some other fics I read, so I wanted to show his other side (not quite like what my first fic was). I have two stories titled "Hurt", so this is part 1 (even though techincally the stories have nothing to do with each other). And also, I wonder, why do I always make Joff the one to suffer? LOL
Joffrey Lupul whinced in pain and he tried to positioned himself comfortably on the bed. No such luck, as the pillow shifted and fell off the bed, landing with a soft thud. A frustrated sigh escaped from Joffrey as he pushed himself up, one hand balancing his weight as the other reached out for the pillow.
"If you fall off the bed, I'll leave you there."
Joffrey knew the man was right and gave up, hopelessly laying back on the bed and closing his eyes. He suddenly felt extremely tired and wanted nothing but to sleep.
There was a grunt, a loud thud, and then Scottie Upshall's voice. "Ok, there. You have a TV. Now you won't be bored." Scottie turned around and looked at Lupul. "You asleep?"
When no answer came from Lupul, Scottie walked over to the side of the bed and carefully studied his friend. "Lupes?" Scottie had the remote in his hand and used it to his advantage.
SMACK!
Scottie clonked Joff on the head with the remote.
"What the - " Joff opened his eyes and glared at the man. "Fucker, why'd you do that?" He rubbed the top of his head, easing the pain.
"Cause I can." Scottie smiled and placed the remote on the nightstand next to the bed. He looked back at Lupul. "You hungry?"
"No." Lupul crossed his arms and stared at his leg. He mad, upset, angry, and yes he was hungry. But he wanted to be stubborn because he was in pain, and he also knew that being stubborn would drive Upshall crazy.
"Fuck you, I know you are hungry. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning." Scottie grabbed the pillow and, with great caution, positioned it under Lupul's leg. "What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing."
TITLE: "Hurt", Part 2
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers, Dallas Stars
PAIRING(S): None (shocking!) just Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship, with a major appearance by Sean Avery
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: All fake. Not true. Don't sue me, please.
WARNINGS: Language and voilence
SUMMARY: Story THREE of my "Scottie Cares" mini series.
CREDIT: I always amuse myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: These stories are random; don't take place in order. They are all pretty much drabbles, with a few a little longer than what would be usual. I was inspiried by the lack of emotion that Scottie held in some other fics I read, so I wanted to show his other side (not quite like what my first fic was). I have two stories titled "Hurt", so this is part 2 (even though techincally the stories have nothing to do with each other). And also, I wonder, why do I always make Joff the one to suffer? LOL and I chose Sean Avery because the Flyers did just recently play them (and won!) and it was mentioned that Avery is the most hated player in the NHL.
Scottie Upshall saw the hit. The dirty, unprofessional, almost intentional hit that Joffrey Lupul took from number sixteen of the Dallas Stars. He was sitting on the bench, watching his team play another great penalty kill, when the hit came out of nowhere. Pressed against the boards, Sean Avery smashed into Joffrey, hard, leaving the winger a little uneasy. Lupul didn't even have the puck; hell, he was on his way back to the bench.
Scottie had jumped to his feet, ready to kill. Mike Richards, seated next to Upshall, grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Don't," he said. The look in the Captain's eyes warned Scottie, warned him not to do anything stupid during this game. Upshall, now pissed, sulked back into his seat and just glared.
War is now declared.
*******
"Yo, Avery!"
Sean Avery turned and watched, what seemed to be, and very angry Scottie Upshall head towards him. Outside a very unpopular bar in Philadelphia, the Dallas Star player wondered how Upshall had found him.
"What?"
Scottie approaced the man, leaving about a foot of space between them.
"I saw the hit, you fuck. Your hit against Joffrey Lupul. You gotta problem about him I need to know about?"
Avery couldn't believe this. Two hours ago, when Avery made that hit, he didn't think he'd have to be standing here defending himself.
"Dude, get the fuck away from me. He fuckin' deserved hit. What, you didn't see the shove he made about five minutes earlier?" Avery shook his head. "So fuckin' blind, Upshall. No wonder you can't shoot a puck into the net."
The first punch came hard, landing right above his jawline. Avery fell back, almost tripping over his feet, and caught himself as he cradled his face.
"I don't fuckin' appreciate when assholes like you think you can push around my teammates, let alone think you can get away with a dirty hit to my friend." Upshall closed the gap between him and Avery and stared into the man's eyes. "I'm not afraid of you." And with that, Scottie shoved Avery hard, pushing him to ground. Avery landed on his back and literally let out a whimper.
"Fuckin' cry baby." Scottie just laughed and walked away.
Avery felt spent. His face aching, his back hurting. He rubbed the dirt of his jeans and stood up. Avery knew the stories about Scottie Upshall, the ones where you knew better than to mess with certain numbers on the Flyers.
Fifteen, Avery thought, was definitely one of them.
END!
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): None (shocking!) just Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship
RATING: PG-13 (the kiddies can read this one)
DISCLAIMER: All fake. Not true. Don't sue me, please.
WARNINGS: fluff, man-love, maybe an appreciation for your best friend?
SUMMARY: Story TWO of my "Scottie Cares" mini series.
CREDIT: I always amuse myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: These stories are random; don't take place in order. They are all pretty much drabbles, with a few a little longer than what would be usual. I was inspiried by the lack of emotion that Scottie held in some other fics I read, so I wanted to show his other side (not quite like what my first fic was). I have two stories titled "Hurt", so this is part 1 (even though techincally the stories have nothing to do with each other). And also, I wonder, why do I always make Joff the one to suffer? LOL
Joffrey Lupul whinced in pain and he tried to positioned himself comfortably on the bed. No such luck, as the pillow shifted and fell off the bed, landing with a soft thud. A frustrated sigh escaped from Joffrey as he pushed himself up, one hand balancing his weight as the other reached out for the pillow.
"If you fall off the bed, I'll leave you there."
Joffrey knew the man was right and gave up, hopelessly laying back on the bed and closing his eyes. He suddenly felt extremely tired and wanted nothing but to sleep.
There was a grunt, a loud thud, and then Scottie Upshall's voice. "Ok, there. You have a TV. Now you won't be bored." Scottie turned around and looked at Lupul. "You asleep?"
When no answer came from Lupul, Scottie walked over to the side of the bed and carefully studied his friend. "Lupes?" Scottie had the remote in his hand and used it to his advantage.
SMACK!
Scottie clonked Joff on the head with the remote.
"What the - " Joff opened his eyes and glared at the man. "Fucker, why'd you do that?" He rubbed the top of his head, easing the pain.
"Cause I can." Scottie smiled and placed the remote on the nightstand next to the bed. He looked back at Lupul. "You hungry?"
"No." Lupul crossed his arms and stared at his leg. He mad, upset, angry, and yes he was hungry. But he wanted to be stubborn because he was in pain, and he also knew that being stubborn would drive Upshall crazy.
"Fuck you, I know you are hungry. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning." Scottie grabbed the pillow and, with great caution, positioned it under Lupul's leg. "What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing."
"Lupes..."
"I'm not hungry."
"Well too-fuckin-bad. You have to eat. Stevens will get pissed if I lef you lose weight while recovering."
"Fuck Stevens, he's the reason I'm like this."
"Um, dude, you're the one that decided to go crashin into the goalie and about two other players."
"I told him I was done, don't play me any more. Two minutes left in the game and he throw me in. And this is what happens." Sigh, Lupul looked down at his leg and held back a tear. "Now I'm out for two months and can't walk without the help of freakin crutches."
Scottie scratched the back of his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, okay...." He wanted to say something to make his friend feel better, but hesitated. He knew this was going to sound corny. "If I could...well, um, if I could take the pain away...I would."
Joffrey suddenly stopped moping and looked at Scottie. "What?"
"Seriously, Lupes, if I could have been the one to get hurt, well...then I would of. I don't like seeing you hurt." The look on Scottie's face was priceless. Lupul didn't see that look very often, and he suddenly knew that now was a time to appreciate it.
"Thanks, Scottie." A smile overcame the frown. "Means a lot to me."
"Yeah well...now you have to eat something."
Lupul rolles his eyes, crossed his eyes, and said, almost in a childlike manner, "Fine!"
END!
TITLE: "Hurt", Part 2
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers, Dallas Stars
PAIRING(S): None (shocking!) just Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship, with a major appearance by Sean Avery
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: All fake. Not true. Don't sue me, please.
WARNINGS: Language and voilence
SUMMARY: Story THREE of my "Scottie Cares" mini series.
CREDIT: I always amuse myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: These stories are random; don't take place in order. They are all pretty much drabbles, with a few a little longer than what would be usual. I was inspiried by the lack of emotion that Scottie held in some other fics I read, so I wanted to show his other side (not quite like what my first fic was). I have two stories titled "Hurt", so this is part 2 (even though techincally the stories have nothing to do with each other). And also, I wonder, why do I always make Joff the one to suffer? LOL and I chose Sean Avery because the Flyers did just recently play them (and won!) and it was mentioned that Avery is the most hated player in the NHL.
Scottie Upshall saw the hit. The dirty, unprofessional, almost intentional hit that Joffrey Lupul took from number sixteen of the Dallas Stars. He was sitting on the bench, watching his team play another great penalty kill, when the hit came out of nowhere. Pressed against the boards, Sean Avery smashed into Joffrey, hard, leaving the winger a little uneasy. Lupul didn't even have the puck; hell, he was on his way back to the bench.
Scottie had jumped to his feet, ready to kill. Mike Richards, seated next to Upshall, grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Don't," he said. The look in the Captain's eyes warned Scottie, warned him not to do anything stupid during this game. Upshall, now pissed, sulked back into his seat and just glared.
War is now declared.
*******
"Yo, Avery!"
Sean Avery turned and watched, what seemed to be, and very angry Scottie Upshall head towards him. Outside a very unpopular bar in Philadelphia, the Dallas Star player wondered how Upshall had found him.
"What?"
Scottie approaced the man, leaving about a foot of space between them.
"I saw the hit, you fuck. Your hit against Joffrey Lupul. You gotta problem about him I need to know about?"
Avery couldn't believe this. Two hours ago, when Avery made that hit, he didn't think he'd have to be standing here defending himself.
"Dude, get the fuck away from me. He fuckin' deserved hit. What, you didn't see the shove he made about five minutes earlier?" Avery shook his head. "So fuckin' blind, Upshall. No wonder you can't shoot a puck into the net."
The first punch came hard, landing right above his jawline. Avery fell back, almost tripping over his feet, and caught himself as he cradled his face.
"I don't fuckin' appreciate when assholes like you think you can push around my teammates, let alone think you can get away with a dirty hit to my friend." Upshall closed the gap between him and Avery and stared into the man's eyes. "I'm not afraid of you." And with that, Scottie shoved Avery hard, pushing him to ground. Avery landed on his back and literally let out a whimper.
"Fuckin' cry baby." Scottie just laughed and walked away.
Avery felt spent. His face aching, his back hurting. He rubbed the dirt of his jeans and stood up. Avery knew the stories about Scottie Upshall, the ones where you knew better than to mess with certain numbers on the Flyers.
Fifteen, Avery thought, was definitely one of them.
END!
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