Philadelphia Flyers: Embers
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2minsforslashingTitle: Embers
Characters: Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship, Mike Richards
Teams: Philadelphia Flyers
Rating: PG
Notes: I don't own anything, and as far as I know it never happened.
I lazily hit my cell phone alarm off, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling. My back was beginning to ache from the couch, but I didn’t care. If I focused on one panel hard enough, maybe I could make shapes. I didn’t want to go to practice, I’m a mess. Everything reminds me of him, and I don’t want to be reminded. I looked at my phone, seeing at least five missed calls from Richie. I sighed, dialing the familiar number and holding the phone up to my ear. Please let it go to voicemail.
“Where ARE you Joffrey?!” Richie’s clear voice snapped over the phone, and I could tell from the way all the background noise stopped suddenly that he had everyone’s attention. I knew better than to mess with Richie, but he surely can’t expect me to be back to normal already.
“Mike I--” I started out, for once using his name instead of his nickname. I heard Richie pull the phone away from his ear and snap at everyone to get out of the locker room. I heard scuffling as everyone quickly tried to clear the locker room. When I heard the last door shut on my end I heard Richie put the phone back to his ear.
“Lupes, come on. Scottie wouldn’t want you to be acting this way.” Mike said gently, and I sighed. I ran a hand through my hair, turning on my side and pulling the blanket tighter.
“You don’t know what Scottie would want!” I snapped, shivering despite the temperature in the small apartment. I shut my phone and tossed it across the room, pulling the blanket over my head and screaming into the pillow. Why couldn’t they just understand?!
For what seemed like the millionth time, I hit info on my remote to check the time; 3:30 AM. I groaned, pushing the blankets off me and grabbing my keys. I picked my phone up off the floor and made sure the door was locked as I snuck downstairs. Pretty soon I was pounding on Richie’s door, not caring who I woke up. I heard grumbling on the other side of the door before I heard the locks clicking open.
“Joff? What are you…what time is it?” Richie groaned, rubbing his eyes before looking down at his watch.
“I’m a mess Mike! I can’t sleep…I can’t eat, I can’t even BREATHE. Richie, I need him back here!” I said in a hurried sentence, feeling the hot tears starting to make their way again. I felt Mike’s arm go around my shoulder and gently pull me into the apartment. I sat on his couch as he relocked the doors and made his way into the living room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face into my arms. I started sobbing into them, feeling my whole body shake. I felt Richie’s arms slide easily around me, pulling me into him. I felt his chin resting on top of my head, and it only made me cry harder.
“Shh Joff…I know it’s hard. I know, but it’s not Carcillo’s fault.” Mike said softly, rocking me just a little. I felt my fists clench when his name was said.
“Don’t you even tell me it’s not his fault! He wanted to come here! He made my best friend leave the team!” I spit out angrily, my palms starting to hurt. I heard Richie let out a sigh, pulling back a bit.
“Joff, you had no say in it, so stop beating yourself up over it. I can see it in your eyes. You think Scottie wanted to leave, and you think you’re the one who pushed him away. Scottie didn’t want to leave Joff. Now we just have to make Daniel feel at home here.” Richie said softly, running his hand through my hair in an attempt to calm me. I pulled back, jumping off the couch and glaring at him.
“What did you just call him?!” I asked through gritted teeth, my clenched fist clenched just a little tighter. Mike looked at me with a confusion written all over his face, and I felt my body tense greatly.
“I called him by his name, Joff.” Mike said, eyeing me with cautious eyes. I kicked the coffee table, ignoring the stinging in my leg or the fact that Richie jumped five feet in the air.
“His name is Carcillo as far as I’m concerned, and he doesn’t belong on this team, riding out a playoff spot that my best friend earned!” I yelled, watching as Richie backed up a bit. Richie stopped when he realized what he was doing and glared at me.
“I know you’re hurt about Scottie, but you’ve got to knock it off Lupes. Daniel is part of the team now, and you will treat him like so!” Mike snapped at me, the authority of a captain coming through in his voice. I rolled my eyes at him, walking towards the door and grinning in satisfaction when the loud slam echoed around me. I heard it fly back open as I was half way down the hallway.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING JOFFREY?!” Mike yelled, the authority slowly slipping from his voice.
“PHOENIX!” I tossed over my shoulder, taking the stairs by twos and reaching my car in record time. I sped out of there, smoking my tires as I made my way down the street. I heard my phone start ringing, and flipped it open without thinking.
“Hey Joff.” I heard Scottie’s voice ring, and I felt my foot press down on the gas petal just a little bit more.
“Hey Scottie.” I said, feeling my anger slipping away as I answered back.
“Whatcha doin’?”
“Making my way to Phoenix to bust you out of there.”
“YOU’RE WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! LUPES I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID!”
“But I--”
“But nothing Joff!! Look, I miss you too, but you’ve got a great thing there. I’ll be fine. I’ll come up as soon as I don’t have a game, how’s that?”
“I guess…but Scottie I miss you…”
“I know, I miss you too.” An awkward silence followed after that before we both hung up, me making my way to my apartment. I flopped down on the couch, lazily throwing the keys over my shoulder onto the floor and texting Richie an “I’m sorry” before settling in. I pulled my blanket over me, not paying attention to the program on the tv. I turned on the Coyotes game and slowly fell asleep to the sound of the goal horn going off and Scottie scoring a goal.
Characters: Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul friendship, Mike Richards
Teams: Philadelphia Flyers
Rating: PG
Notes: I don't own anything, and as far as I know it never happened.
I lazily hit my cell phone alarm off, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling. My back was beginning to ache from the couch, but I didn’t care. If I focused on one panel hard enough, maybe I could make shapes. I didn’t want to go to practice, I’m a mess. Everything reminds me of him, and I don’t want to be reminded. I looked at my phone, seeing at least five missed calls from Richie. I sighed, dialing the familiar number and holding the phone up to my ear. Please let it go to voicemail.
“Where ARE you Joffrey?!” Richie’s clear voice snapped over the phone, and I could tell from the way all the background noise stopped suddenly that he had everyone’s attention. I knew better than to mess with Richie, but he surely can’t expect me to be back to normal already.
“Mike I--” I started out, for once using his name instead of his nickname. I heard Richie pull the phone away from his ear and snap at everyone to get out of the locker room. I heard scuffling as everyone quickly tried to clear the locker room. When I heard the last door shut on my end I heard Richie put the phone back to his ear.
“Lupes, come on. Scottie wouldn’t want you to be acting this way.” Mike said gently, and I sighed. I ran a hand through my hair, turning on my side and pulling the blanket tighter.
“You don’t know what Scottie would want!” I snapped, shivering despite the temperature in the small apartment. I shut my phone and tossed it across the room, pulling the blanket over my head and screaming into the pillow. Why couldn’t they just understand?!
For what seemed like the millionth time, I hit info on my remote to check the time; 3:30 AM. I groaned, pushing the blankets off me and grabbing my keys. I picked my phone up off the floor and made sure the door was locked as I snuck downstairs. Pretty soon I was pounding on Richie’s door, not caring who I woke up. I heard grumbling on the other side of the door before I heard the locks clicking open.
“Joff? What are you…what time is it?” Richie groaned, rubbing his eyes before looking down at his watch.
“I’m a mess Mike! I can’t sleep…I can’t eat, I can’t even BREATHE. Richie, I need him back here!” I said in a hurried sentence, feeling the hot tears starting to make their way again. I felt Mike’s arm go around my shoulder and gently pull me into the apartment. I sat on his couch as he relocked the doors and made his way into the living room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face into my arms. I started sobbing into them, feeling my whole body shake. I felt Richie’s arms slide easily around me, pulling me into him. I felt his chin resting on top of my head, and it only made me cry harder.
“Shh Joff…I know it’s hard. I know, but it’s not Carcillo’s fault.” Mike said softly, rocking me just a little. I felt my fists clench when his name was said.
“Don’t you even tell me it’s not his fault! He wanted to come here! He made my best friend leave the team!” I spit out angrily, my palms starting to hurt. I heard Richie let out a sigh, pulling back a bit.
“Joff, you had no say in it, so stop beating yourself up over it. I can see it in your eyes. You think Scottie wanted to leave, and you think you’re the one who pushed him away. Scottie didn’t want to leave Joff. Now we just have to make Daniel feel at home here.” Richie said softly, running his hand through my hair in an attempt to calm me. I pulled back, jumping off the couch and glaring at him.
“What did you just call him?!” I asked through gritted teeth, my clenched fist clenched just a little tighter. Mike looked at me with a confusion written all over his face, and I felt my body tense greatly.
“I called him by his name, Joff.” Mike said, eyeing me with cautious eyes. I kicked the coffee table, ignoring the stinging in my leg or the fact that Richie jumped five feet in the air.
“His name is Carcillo as far as I’m concerned, and he doesn’t belong on this team, riding out a playoff spot that my best friend earned!” I yelled, watching as Richie backed up a bit. Richie stopped when he realized what he was doing and glared at me.
“I know you’re hurt about Scottie, but you’ve got to knock it off Lupes. Daniel is part of the team now, and you will treat him like so!” Mike snapped at me, the authority of a captain coming through in his voice. I rolled my eyes at him, walking towards the door and grinning in satisfaction when the loud slam echoed around me. I heard it fly back open as I was half way down the hallway.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING JOFFREY?!” Mike yelled, the authority slowly slipping from his voice.
“PHOENIX!” I tossed over my shoulder, taking the stairs by twos and reaching my car in record time. I sped out of there, smoking my tires as I made my way down the street. I heard my phone start ringing, and flipped it open without thinking.
“Hey Joff.” I heard Scottie’s voice ring, and I felt my foot press down on the gas petal just a little bit more.
“Hey Scottie.” I said, feeling my anger slipping away as I answered back.
“Whatcha doin’?”
“Making my way to Phoenix to bust you out of there.”
“YOU’RE WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! LUPES I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID!”
“But I--”
“But nothing Joff!! Look, I miss you too, but you’ve got a great thing there. I’ll be fine. I’ll come up as soon as I don’t have a game, how’s that?”
“I guess…but Scottie I miss you…”
“I know, I miss you too.” An awkward silence followed after that before we both hung up, me making my way to my apartment. I flopped down on the couch, lazily throwing the keys over my shoulder onto the floor and texting Richie an “I’m sorry” before settling in. I pulled my blanket over me, not paying attention to the program on the tv. I turned on the Coyotes game and slowly fell asleep to the sound of the goal horn going off and Scottie scoring a goal.
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