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Title- One Wild RidePart 22
Pairing- Colby Armstrong/Sidney Crosby
Rating- R
Summery- I could just sit and watch helplessly as my boyfriend got bombarded by assholes that have no business asking him about what they are going to ask.
Disclaimer- I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.
A/N- Yeah, sorry it took so fucking long but they didn’t want to write!!
x-posted to hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puck
It was around 1P.m. and we were at practice. Sid and I had been pretty quiet for most of the time. We were avoiding almost everyone, neither of us really in the mood for talking about our not-so-secretive secret.
I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, causing me to almost fly around. It was Ryan Malone standing there.
“Oh, hey.” I said.
“Hey.” He replied. “Saw the paper… everything ok?”
“Right now it is… I’m kind of worried about like, after games where the media always talks to Sid… because they are so going to ask about everything and I’m sure he won’t wanna talk about it…”
”Yeah… I get that.”
“I don’t know what to do…”
“Yeah, heard Coach wasn’t happy about everything…”
“Yeah… said that in the fucking paper… I’m sure we’ll get a little talk after practice.”
He patted me on the back. “Best of luck.”
“Thanks…”
He skated away.
After a few minutes, Sidney skated over and said, “Coach just told me he wants to speak to both of us in his office after practice…”
I sighed. “Oh shit.”
“Oh yeah.”
After practice, Sid and I made our way to Coach’s office. We stood outside the door for a second before I knocked and opened the door.
“You wanted to see us?” I asked quietly.
“Yes.” He said tensely. “Come in.” We walked in the room and closed the door. “Sit.”
We nervously sat down and looked down at the ground.
“Look at me, boys.” Coach said. We looked up. He looked so angry. “Now, I am not happy with either of you two right now. You’ve embarrassed the team, the management, not to mention the entire damn NHL!” I sunk down in my chair. Coach looked over to Sid. “Now Sidney, this is just the last article I expected to read about you. You’re supposed to be focused on your game, your sport, not your line mate!” His eyes fell on me. “Colby… I’ve known you a lot longer then I’ve known Sidney and this is NOT what I saw in front of you.”
I spoke up, very quietly. “We can’t help it…”
He got this look of pure anger in his eye and stood up. Oh shit, here comes the massacre. “What was that?”
“We can’t help it.” I said it a little louder.
He slammed his hand down on the desk. “The hell you can’t help it!” I jumped a little at his sudden tone. “Colby Armstrong, I expected better from you! I expected you to become one of hockey’s greats! I never expected to see, to see, that on the front page of the damn New York Times!” I sighed. Coach turned around and put his back to us as he rested his head on one of his hands. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you boys… You’ve put in one hell of a spot.”
Sidney spook up. “Would sorry make you feel better?”
“Just shut up.” Sidney sunk back down again. “Please, boys, just leave now.”
We got up and started to leave but Coach said. “Wait…” we turned around. “Look, I’m sorry for yelling and getting so upset. But I just don’t know how to respond to this…” We nodded. “I’m not saying you can’t see each other anymore just… keep it private. I don’t want anymore front-page stories on this. One more siting like this and I swear, I’ll bench both of you for the rest of the season.”
We both nodded again before walking out of the office.
“What the hell was that?” Sidney asked me on the way back to locker room.
“What the hell was what?” I asked.
“Coach was just so… bitchy about it. I mean, he’s our coach, isn’t he supposed to be on our side?”
“Well, I mean, he has a right to be mad. I mean, if I was in his spot, I’d be mad too.”
“But he’s our coach. He’s not supposed to bench half the top line because they like each other.”
“Yeah, but he is probably really surprised about this whole situation. I don’t know about you, but I think we did a fantastic job hiding it from everyone.”
“Yeah…”
“And anyways, it doesn’t matter whose side he’s on. He’s gotten mad, he’s told us the consequences if it happens again, it’s done and over with.”
Sid nodded. “I guess…”
We continued walking towards the locker room before grabbing our stuff and heading towards the door. Before Sid could open the door, I grabbed his hand. I pulled him towards and in to one of the offices right by the door.
“Colby, what are you thinking?” Sid said with a smirk.
I looked at him. “Not now, I need to see if there are reporters outside.”
Sid frowned. “Oh…”
I rolled my eyes before pushing him against the wall and pressing my mouth to his for a few seconds in a fiery kiss.
“Now wait until later.” I said.
He grinned. “Ok.”
I walked over to a window and looked out. “Fuck.” I said under my breath.
“What?”
“Like, 10 people.”
“Oh goodie.” Sid slumped down in a chair. “Why do they have to lock up the front doors and shit?”
“So we are forced to face the media.”
“Cute.”
“Oh, very.”
I walked out of the room and in to Coach’s office. He was still sitting at his desk. I knocked on the door before poking my head in. He looked up.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“There’s a hell of a lot of media… when you leave, can you tell them that we’ve already left?”
“What?’
“We’re not leaving until they do.”
He laughed. “Oh. Ok, I can do that.”
“Thanks.”
We left the room and hung out in the locker room for a bit. After about ten minutes, Coach popped his head in and said he was leaving. We stood right next to the locker room door, so we couldn’t be seen by the reporters but could hear what was being said.
Automatically the media started asking Coach where we were.
“They already left, they left early probably to avoid this mob.” Coach said.
I gave Sid a grin.
“How do you feel about this?” a man asked him.
“I don’t have time for questions.” Coach said.
“Will we have any time in the future for questions?”
“Maybe after the game tomorrow night.”
“Ok, Coach. Will there be a practice tomorrow?”
“More then likely. The boys aren’t here, please go home.”
We heard the door close, but weren’t sure if the media had actually left. I snuck up towards the office and looked out the window. They were still there.
“They are still there.” I said to Sidney who had followed me.
“What the fuck. We’re “not” here.” He said.
“I know.”
We headed back towards the locker room.
“I don’t wanna go in the locker room.” He said.
“Then where do you wanna go?” I asked.
“Uhh.” He thought for a second. “Let’s raid Coach’s office!”
I raised an eyebrow. “There’s gonna be like, nothing in there… It’s not his regular office…”
“So?”
I laughed. “Whatever.”
We walked towards Coach’s office.
“Are you sure Coach won’t like, come in while we’re searching? Maybe he forgot something…” I said.
“He didn’t forget anything.” Sidney said.
“How do you know?”
“I just know.” I gave him a look. “I just know dammit!!!”
I laughed and we walked in to the office.
~Sidney’s POV~
Fuck, Colby was right. There really isn’t anything in here. Everything’s so empty, not like Coach’s office in Pittsburgh where every shelf is covered with stuff.
In the midst of my thoughts, I felt Colby throw a pencil at me. I looked up at him, at the pencil on the floor and then back to him. He was smiling this huge cheesy grin and laughing.
“Oh, it’s on, Armstrong.” I said. He laughed and I threw a pencil back at him. He ducked and we started throwing all these random items at each other.
We actually made it in to the locker room and were throwing pucks at each other. It was real fun.
After about 20 minutes, we ran out of pucks and kind of screwed up the locker room. We cleaned up, checked the media, they were gone and went back to the locker room.
January 28th, 2006
~Colby’s POV~
Fuck, we lost 1-7. Seriously, what the hell is that?
I’m looking across the locker room at Sid, he just looks so down. I know he’s just waiting to be massacred by the damn media. Sid looked just terrible on the ice. And it’s all because of all the stress from fucking Ovechkin deciding it would be fun to tell everyone about us.
I saw Coach walk over to Sid and tell him something. Sid nodded but didn’t look happy. Then he walked over to me and said I’d have an interview tonight. That must be what he told Sid. I sighed and nodded.
I saw the reporters over on the side, just eyeing Sid. I felt so bad for him because everything would be even more stressful for him. I really wanted to walk over and give him a hug but that would give the media a field day on that. So yeah, I could just sit and watch helplessly as my boyfriend got bombarded by assholes that have no business asking him about what they are going to ask.
I saw Coach wave them in and yes, they all went over to Sid. They asked him everything. I could hear in his voice that he wasn’t comfortable. Like, they asked him what we did after the game and Sid just sighed and said ‘I’m not going to answer that’ which I’m not sure if that is better then actually telling them what we do after the game.
John LeClair next to me started to ask me something but I hushed him because I needed to hear what they were asking Sid. After about 5 minutes, they moved over to me.
“Well, Colby, tonight wasn’t the best game.” One said.
“Got that right.” I replied.
“What exactly do you think went wrong?”
I’m not going to answer this truthfully. “Well, I don’t think we were there mostly, most of us weren’t that alert.”
“Yes, now Colby, I’m sure you know what we’re going to ask about next.”
I laughed a little. “I was dreading this day…”
They laughed. “So who exactly took that picture in the New York Times?”
“Ovechkin… after the game on the 25th.”
“Oh… so how long exactly have you and Crosby been seeing each other.”
I leaned my head back and thought. “Umm… I don’t know…”
“Like, week? Month?”
“Not a month that’s for sure. I haven’t even been up for a month. Maybe two weeks?”
They nodded. “Do you actually consider him your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“What exactly do you see in Crosby?”
“Well, he’s a really good kid. He’s very nice, caring, funny… just about everything.”
“And what does he see in you?”
I shrugged. “I dunno, you should have asked him that!”
They laughed. “Well, thank you for your time and easiness.”
“Yeah, sure.”
They smiled and walked off. Sid was still sitting across the locker room. He gave me a grin and then once everyone had left the room, he walked over.
“Damn, Colby, way to be completely laid back about it.” He said.
I laughed. “Why thank you.”
“Seriously, you answered so easy. I was nervous and half the time couldn’t even think of an answer.”
I laughed. “It takes practice to become this laid back.”
He laughed. “Teach me?”
I grinned. “Of course.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
Pairing- Colby Armstrong/Sidney Crosby
Rating- R
Summery- I could just sit and watch helplessly as my boyfriend got bombarded by assholes that have no business asking him about what they are going to ask.
Disclaimer- I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.
A/N- Yeah, sorry it took so fucking long but they didn’t want to write!!
x-posted to hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puck
It was around 1P.m. and we were at practice. Sid and I had been pretty quiet for most of the time. We were avoiding almost everyone, neither of us really in the mood for talking about our not-so-secretive secret.
I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, causing me to almost fly around. It was Ryan Malone standing there.
“Oh, hey.” I said.
“Hey.” He replied. “Saw the paper… everything ok?”
“Right now it is… I’m kind of worried about like, after games where the media always talks to Sid… because they are so going to ask about everything and I’m sure he won’t wanna talk about it…”
”Yeah… I get that.”
“I don’t know what to do…”
“Yeah, heard Coach wasn’t happy about everything…”
“Yeah… said that in the fucking paper… I’m sure we’ll get a little talk after practice.”
He patted me on the back. “Best of luck.”
“Thanks…”
He skated away.
After a few minutes, Sidney skated over and said, “Coach just told me he wants to speak to both of us in his office after practice…”
I sighed. “Oh shit.”
“Oh yeah.”
After practice, Sid and I made our way to Coach’s office. We stood outside the door for a second before I knocked and opened the door.
“You wanted to see us?” I asked quietly.
“Yes.” He said tensely. “Come in.” We walked in the room and closed the door. “Sit.”
We nervously sat down and looked down at the ground.
“Look at me, boys.” Coach said. We looked up. He looked so angry. “Now, I am not happy with either of you two right now. You’ve embarrassed the team, the management, not to mention the entire damn NHL!” I sunk down in my chair. Coach looked over to Sid. “Now Sidney, this is just the last article I expected to read about you. You’re supposed to be focused on your game, your sport, not your line mate!” His eyes fell on me. “Colby… I’ve known you a lot longer then I’ve known Sidney and this is NOT what I saw in front of you.”
I spoke up, very quietly. “We can’t help it…”
He got this look of pure anger in his eye and stood up. Oh shit, here comes the massacre. “What was that?”
“We can’t help it.” I said it a little louder.
He slammed his hand down on the desk. “The hell you can’t help it!” I jumped a little at his sudden tone. “Colby Armstrong, I expected better from you! I expected you to become one of hockey’s greats! I never expected to see, to see, that on the front page of the damn New York Times!” I sighed. Coach turned around and put his back to us as he rested his head on one of his hands. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you boys… You’ve put in one hell of a spot.”
Sidney spook up. “Would sorry make you feel better?”
“Just shut up.” Sidney sunk back down again. “Please, boys, just leave now.”
We got up and started to leave but Coach said. “Wait…” we turned around. “Look, I’m sorry for yelling and getting so upset. But I just don’t know how to respond to this…” We nodded. “I’m not saying you can’t see each other anymore just… keep it private. I don’t want anymore front-page stories on this. One more siting like this and I swear, I’ll bench both of you for the rest of the season.”
We both nodded again before walking out of the office.
“What the hell was that?” Sidney asked me on the way back to locker room.
“What the hell was what?” I asked.
“Coach was just so… bitchy about it. I mean, he’s our coach, isn’t he supposed to be on our side?”
“Well, I mean, he has a right to be mad. I mean, if I was in his spot, I’d be mad too.”
“But he’s our coach. He’s not supposed to bench half the top line because they like each other.”
“Yeah, but he is probably really surprised about this whole situation. I don’t know about you, but I think we did a fantastic job hiding it from everyone.”
“Yeah…”
“And anyways, it doesn’t matter whose side he’s on. He’s gotten mad, he’s told us the consequences if it happens again, it’s done and over with.”
Sid nodded. “I guess…”
We continued walking towards the locker room before grabbing our stuff and heading towards the door. Before Sid could open the door, I grabbed his hand. I pulled him towards and in to one of the offices right by the door.
“Colby, what are you thinking?” Sid said with a smirk.
I looked at him. “Not now, I need to see if there are reporters outside.”
Sid frowned. “Oh…”
I rolled my eyes before pushing him against the wall and pressing my mouth to his for a few seconds in a fiery kiss.
“Now wait until later.” I said.
He grinned. “Ok.”
I walked over to a window and looked out. “Fuck.” I said under my breath.
“What?”
“Like, 10 people.”
“Oh goodie.” Sid slumped down in a chair. “Why do they have to lock up the front doors and shit?”
“So we are forced to face the media.”
“Cute.”
“Oh, very.”
I walked out of the room and in to Coach’s office. He was still sitting at his desk. I knocked on the door before poking my head in. He looked up.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“There’s a hell of a lot of media… when you leave, can you tell them that we’ve already left?”
“What?’
“We’re not leaving until they do.”
He laughed. “Oh. Ok, I can do that.”
“Thanks.”
We left the room and hung out in the locker room for a bit. After about ten minutes, Coach popped his head in and said he was leaving. We stood right next to the locker room door, so we couldn’t be seen by the reporters but could hear what was being said.
Automatically the media started asking Coach where we were.
“They already left, they left early probably to avoid this mob.” Coach said.
I gave Sid a grin.
“How do you feel about this?” a man asked him.
“I don’t have time for questions.” Coach said.
“Will we have any time in the future for questions?”
“Maybe after the game tomorrow night.”
“Ok, Coach. Will there be a practice tomorrow?”
“More then likely. The boys aren’t here, please go home.”
We heard the door close, but weren’t sure if the media had actually left. I snuck up towards the office and looked out the window. They were still there.
“They are still there.” I said to Sidney who had followed me.
“What the fuck. We’re “not” here.” He said.
“I know.”
We headed back towards the locker room.
“I don’t wanna go in the locker room.” He said.
“Then where do you wanna go?” I asked.
“Uhh.” He thought for a second. “Let’s raid Coach’s office!”
I raised an eyebrow. “There’s gonna be like, nothing in there… It’s not his regular office…”
“So?”
I laughed. “Whatever.”
We walked towards Coach’s office.
“Are you sure Coach won’t like, come in while we’re searching? Maybe he forgot something…” I said.
“He didn’t forget anything.” Sidney said.
“How do you know?”
“I just know.” I gave him a look. “I just know dammit!!!”
I laughed and we walked in to the office.
~Sidney’s POV~
Fuck, Colby was right. There really isn’t anything in here. Everything’s so empty, not like Coach’s office in Pittsburgh where every shelf is covered with stuff.
In the midst of my thoughts, I felt Colby throw a pencil at me. I looked up at him, at the pencil on the floor and then back to him. He was smiling this huge cheesy grin and laughing.
“Oh, it’s on, Armstrong.” I said. He laughed and I threw a pencil back at him. He ducked and we started throwing all these random items at each other.
We actually made it in to the locker room and were throwing pucks at each other. It was real fun.
After about 20 minutes, we ran out of pucks and kind of screwed up the locker room. We cleaned up, checked the media, they were gone and went back to the locker room.
January 28th, 2006
~Colby’s POV~
Fuck, we lost 1-7. Seriously, what the hell is that?
I’m looking across the locker room at Sid, he just looks so down. I know he’s just waiting to be massacred by the damn media. Sid looked just terrible on the ice. And it’s all because of all the stress from fucking Ovechkin deciding it would be fun to tell everyone about us.
I saw Coach walk over to Sid and tell him something. Sid nodded but didn’t look happy. Then he walked over to me and said I’d have an interview tonight. That must be what he told Sid. I sighed and nodded.
I saw the reporters over on the side, just eyeing Sid. I felt so bad for him because everything would be even more stressful for him. I really wanted to walk over and give him a hug but that would give the media a field day on that. So yeah, I could just sit and watch helplessly as my boyfriend got bombarded by assholes that have no business asking him about what they are going to ask.
I saw Coach wave them in and yes, they all went over to Sid. They asked him everything. I could hear in his voice that he wasn’t comfortable. Like, they asked him what we did after the game and Sid just sighed and said ‘I’m not going to answer that’ which I’m not sure if that is better then actually telling them what we do after the game.
John LeClair next to me started to ask me something but I hushed him because I needed to hear what they were asking Sid. After about 5 minutes, they moved over to me.
“Well, Colby, tonight wasn’t the best game.” One said.
“Got that right.” I replied.
“What exactly do you think went wrong?”
I’m not going to answer this truthfully. “Well, I don’t think we were there mostly, most of us weren’t that alert.”
“Yes, now Colby, I’m sure you know what we’re going to ask about next.”
I laughed a little. “I was dreading this day…”
They laughed. “So who exactly took that picture in the New York Times?”
“Ovechkin… after the game on the 25th.”
“Oh… so how long exactly have you and Crosby been seeing each other.”
I leaned my head back and thought. “Umm… I don’t know…”
“Like, week? Month?”
“Not a month that’s for sure. I haven’t even been up for a month. Maybe two weeks?”
They nodded. “Do you actually consider him your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“What exactly do you see in Crosby?”
“Well, he’s a really good kid. He’s very nice, caring, funny… just about everything.”
“And what does he see in you?”
I shrugged. “I dunno, you should have asked him that!”
They laughed. “Well, thank you for your time and easiness.”
“Yeah, sure.”
They smiled and walked off. Sid was still sitting across the locker room. He gave me a grin and then once everyone had left the room, he walked over.
“Damn, Colby, way to be completely laid back about it.” He said.
I laughed. “Why thank you.”
“Seriously, you answered so easy. I was nervous and half the time couldn’t even think of an answer.”
I laughed. “It takes practice to become this laid back.”
He laughed. “Teach me?”
I grinned. “Of course.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead.