FICLET: Strength ~ Ole-Kristian Tollefsen/Danny Fritsche ~ G
Title: Strength
Author: Skye-chan
Date: 8/6/2007
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Pairing: Ole-Kristian Tollefsen/Danny Fritsche (Columbus Blue Jackets)
Genre: Sort of kind of angst? Fluff
Disclaimers: Sadly, this isn't true, nor are they mine. I don’t own them, though they could own me if they really wanted to. I just like to torture them, and then cuddle them afterwards.
Author‘s Note: First Jackets fic in like...AGES! For cradle_song.
Feedback: Is loved like a goal made by Nikky Zherdev. Or a game won by the Columbus Blue Jackets.
Holding Danny's hand in his own while Danny slept, Ole-Kristian inspected the scar that crossed the pale skin of the American's wrist. It had been several months since the incident on the ice that had resulted in Danny getting his wrist slashed open by a skate blade. Ole never failed to marvel over how tough the smaller male really was.
Ole had been called 'tough' throughout his career, and while it was true in some ways, there were other ways that Danny was so much tougher than Ole.
Instead of Ole reassuring Danny after the accident, it was Danny reassuring Ole, his uninjured hand stroking back red-brown hair as Ole cried against his leg in the hospital, whispering weakly, "It'll heal, I'll play again, it's ok, Ole..."
The day Danny accidentally tore open his stitches, he had calmly told Ole to get a towel and asked him to drive him to the hospital. Even though Danny had been in excruciating pain - he told Ole later that he had lied when he said, "It only hurts a little." - he had summoned a smile for Ole and kissed him softly before shooing him off to retrieve the towel.
"You're so much tougher than me, Danny... I know you don't believe it, but it's true. So much more." Ole-Kristian whispered, gently squeezing the hand held in his own, getting a squeeze in answer as Danny curled into him, yawning.
"Hmm?" He murmured sleepily, nestling against the Norwegian.
"Nothing, Dan... Go back to sleep." Ole replied, brushing his free hand against Danny's cheek.
"Mmkay... Love you." Danny mumbled in the midst of a yawn, making Ole smile and press a kiss to Danny's scarred wrist before answering.
"Love you too, Danny."
*~Fin~*
Author: Skye-chan
Date: 8/6/2007
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Pairing: Ole-Kristian Tollefsen/Danny Fritsche (Columbus Blue Jackets)
Genre: Sort of kind of angst? Fluff
Disclaimers: Sadly, this isn't true, nor are they mine. I don’t own them, though they could own me if they really wanted to. I just like to torture them, and then cuddle them afterwards.
Author‘s Note: First Jackets fic in like...AGES! For cradle_song.
Feedback: Is loved like a goal made by Nikky Zherdev. Or a game won by the Columbus Blue Jackets.
Holding Danny's hand in his own while Danny slept, Ole-Kristian inspected the scar that crossed the pale skin of the American's wrist. It had been several months since the incident on the ice that had resulted in Danny getting his wrist slashed open by a skate blade. Ole never failed to marvel over how tough the smaller male really was.
Ole had been called 'tough' throughout his career, and while it was true in some ways, there were other ways that Danny was so much tougher than Ole.
Instead of Ole reassuring Danny after the accident, it was Danny reassuring Ole, his uninjured hand stroking back red-brown hair as Ole cried against his leg in the hospital, whispering weakly, "It'll heal, I'll play again, it's ok, Ole..."
The day Danny accidentally tore open his stitches, he had calmly told Ole to get a towel and asked him to drive him to the hospital. Even though Danny had been in excruciating pain - he told Ole later that he had lied when he said, "It only hurts a little." - he had summoned a smile for Ole and kissed him softly before shooing him off to retrieve the towel.
"You're so much tougher than me, Danny... I know you don't believe it, but it's true. So much more." Ole-Kristian whispered, gently squeezing the hand held in his own, getting a squeeze in answer as Danny curled into him, yawning.
"Hmm?" He murmured sleepily, nestling against the Norwegian.
"Nothing, Dan... Go back to sleep." Ole replied, brushing his free hand against Danny's cheek.
"Mmkay... Love you." Danny mumbled in the midst of a yawn, making Ole smile and press a kiss to Danny's scarred wrist before answering.
"Love you too, Danny."
*~Fin~*