2minsforslashing | stars in the universe (Reply)

title: The Conklin (Ty)angle
involves: Marc-Andre Fleury/Ty Conklin, and Jaro Halak
rating: R
summary: The Conklin Triangle, where you're already drawn in at two. Marc's trying to prevent the unknown, bizarre effects of three.
notes: This was done a little bit with Caddyshack and a lot with I'm Alright by Kenny Loggins. ;)
And perfect weather with the still current uncertainty of Jaro in St. Louis. (And it's inevitable that Jaro, whom I've found adorable for a while, would end up right there with Mr. Conklin.)
disclaimer: Ty *does* have very nice ties. That's all I know for sure.

Losing to Montreal, bad enough. Having to see Montreal again, in the place you thought was your own, worse.

"Nedotýkajte sa ho." Marc was still working on the pronunciation, and he couldn't get the accents right, but there was a "ty" and there was a "ho" in there, just to render the phrase utterly appropriate. "Don't touch him."

...I'm alright
Nobody worry 'bout me
Why you got to gimme a fight?
Can't you just let it be?...

Do what you like,
Doing it nat'rally
But if it's too easy
They're gonna disagree...

It's your life
And isn't it a mystery
If it's nobody's bus'ness
It's everybody's game...

Gotta catch you later
No, no, cannonball it right away...

Some Cinderella kid

"I don't trust you." MAF the Knife, at loose on the rink. Dangerous white teeth a-grin.

"I'm glad you don't." Ty replied in kind.

Even better that Marc had to come to Missouri to make his position clear.

"I don't trust you; I don't trust him."

"Flower, come on. He's a sweet kid; he's a good guy, he's not insane like you… Nice. Calm. We're like the same side of a magnet. You know?"

"Boring." Teeth flash.

"Exactly."

Get it up and get you a job
(Dip dip dip dip dip dip dip dip)

I'm alright
Nobody worry 'bout me
Why you got to gimme a fight?
Can't you just let it be?

Who do you want?
Who you gonna be today?
And who is it really
Makin' up your mind?

It wasn't enough to be reassuring, not with Ty's eyes and not with Ty's smile and not with the sight of Ty's fingers…"You don't grab him, and you don't pat him on the head, and you don't smile at him like your face is going to break."

"Marc."

"What." He kept seeing a green-eyed substitute. Jealousy and six months younger, to begin with.

"There's only one you."

"I know. What I don't think you realize is, there's only one you." 82 fucking games -- or till the trade deadline at least -- together with Ty, already something he'd never had.

"He's already a better goalie than me." And stubborn, he'd read it in the papers.

"So? I don't trust you."

"He doesn't need my help."

"I don't trust him."

"We're going in circles. C'mon. What's gonna make you feel better?"

You wanna listen to the man?
Pay attention to the magistrate
And while I got you in the mood
Listen to your

In a role reversal, he grabbed a bare fistful of his old #35 at the neck, his current opposite number, bringing their faces close together, and making himself crystal-clear.

"Touch me. And don't touch him."

Own heart beatin'
Own heart beatin'
Own heart beatin'
Own heart beatin'

Don't it get you movin'

mmmmm-man

It make me feel good

(Wow, Cinderella kid)

Then give it up and give it the job

Sheets replacing clothing, jerseys gone, naked skin freed, horizontal instead of vertical, and the conversation still didn't necessarily get any easier.

"Look, I promise you, if we win the Cup together--"

"I'll be happy for you."

"I know. If you let me finish, what I wanted to say was, whatever happens -- he's just going to remind me of you."

"Because I'll be there. If it it happens. But we're nothing alike, didn't you say?"

"Yeah. And you got there first. You got to me first. Understand?"

Catching understanding when he sees them together, the quiet newcomer clarifies things before the loudmouth incumbent can make way with freezing clarity.

"Miluješ ho." Jaro, carefully expressionless.

"Huh?"

"You love him." No implication in his tone, staring at the clean sheet of ice.

The "ho" is still there. "I-- Yeah. Well, you try not to."