"we can't all be superman."
Title: We Can't All Be Superman.
Pairing: Joe Pavelski/Ryane Clowe with some Patty Marleau on the side. {Sharks}
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Joe's POV
Summary|A/N: Ok so basically Pavs is hurt and he just doesn't wanna admit it, even if it's not serious. | Not that I have a clue what's going on, just an excuse to write. xP
I look out my hotel window and outside to the dismal day. Stupid rain. Stupid LA. Stupid me for knowing he's knocking on the door and I'm not getting up.
My phone vibrates. "New message." pops up onto the screen. My hands don't know whether to throw the damned thing against the wall, open the text, or just...not do anything.
It vibrates again, but this time he's calling, I pick up just as it's about to go to voicemail, and hit speaker phone.
"Pavs bud, come on out."
"Why?"
"Because...the other guys are worrying about you."
Liar. I know it's a trick to get me to leave the fucking room.
"Look, dude." He pauses. "We can't all be Superman."
"Who says I'm Superman?" I'm far fucking from it.
"Pavs...I understand what you're going through ok?"
Who even said I was going something? What am I going through?
A sigh comes out from his end and crackling noises as he passes the phone to Patty. I hear them exchange bro-hugs.
"A-hem!" I say more than cough.
"Hey Pavs! How are you?" Patty sounds excited for some odd reason.
"Spectacular." Hah, sarcasm.
"Hmpf."
I know he has his finger pressed to his temple, thinking...
"If you're not gonna come out, we're just gonna leave you here alone. We're gonna go out for a quick lunch dinner thing, whatever you call it."
"You do that."
"Pavs come on. You're sulking."
"No shit."
"Well, we're chillin in the lobby if you decide to leave or something."
He cuts off communication. I can just picture the expression on his face as he hands the Blackberry back.
~~
"You're the only one he'll listen to, he's not listening to me."
I hear them outside my door. I'm still facing the window; the rain just keeps coming.
"Like he's listening to me."
"Shh."
A knock.
"Come in."
"It's locked, silly."
"Oh, my bad."
"Pavs, Just open the goddamn freakin door!"
I roll my eyes and push myself off the bed. What a shame, it was so warm there. My hand touches the cold handle and pulls it open.
He pulls me into his warm body. It feels good, but I won't tell him that. My mind blanks.
He has his coat around me. "You're freezing, ya know?"
"I, I know." He leans his face into my neck, and continues to hold me. I'm just standing there. "Ryane...?"
"Yeah?"
"Good luck tonight."
I pull away and close the door gently.
~~
We're on the plane to Ohio and his arms are tightly strung around my shoulders. He's asleep.
He sorta left his headphones in so it doesn't surprise me when he wakes up to turn his music off.
I look over at him. He looks really soft in that jacket...
He's drumming his fingers up and down my back and it tickles. I try and reach my hand around to touch his, but he moves.
"You fell asleep on me, ya know?"
"Opp, did I?" I say to him rather than thinking it.
He smiles. "Yup. You did."
Pairing: Joe Pavelski/Ryane Clowe with some Patty Marleau on the side. {Sharks}
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Joe's POV
Summary|A/N: Ok so basically Pavs is hurt and he just doesn't wanna admit it, even if it's not serious. | Not that I have a clue what's going on, just an excuse to write. xP
I look out my hotel window and outside to the dismal day. Stupid rain. Stupid LA. Stupid me for knowing he's knocking on the door and I'm not getting up.
My phone vibrates. "New message." pops up onto the screen. My hands don't know whether to throw the damned thing against the wall, open the text, or just...not do anything.
It vibrates again, but this time he's calling, I pick up just as it's about to go to voicemail, and hit speaker phone.
"Pavs bud, come on out."
"Why?"
"Because...the other guys are worrying about you."
Liar. I know it's a trick to get me to leave the fucking room.
"Look, dude." He pauses. "We can't all be Superman."
"Who says I'm Superman?" I'm far fucking from it.
"Pavs...I understand what you're going through ok?"
Who even said I was going something? What am I going through?
A sigh comes out from his end and crackling noises as he passes the phone to Patty. I hear them exchange bro-hugs.
"A-hem!" I say more than cough.
"Hey Pavs! How are you?" Patty sounds excited for some odd reason.
"Spectacular." Hah, sarcasm.
"Hmpf."
I know he has his finger pressed to his temple, thinking...
"If you're not gonna come out, we're just gonna leave you here alone. We're gonna go out for a quick lunch dinner thing, whatever you call it."
"You do that."
"Pavs come on. You're sulking."
"No shit."
"Well, we're chillin in the lobby if you decide to leave or something."
He cuts off communication. I can just picture the expression on his face as he hands the Blackberry back.
~~
"You're the only one he'll listen to, he's not listening to me."
I hear them outside my door. I'm still facing the window; the rain just keeps coming.
"Like he's listening to me."
"Shh."
A knock.
"Come in."
"It's locked, silly."
"Oh, my bad."
"Pavs, Just open the goddamn freakin door!"
I roll my eyes and push myself off the bed. What a shame, it was so warm there. My hand touches the cold handle and pulls it open.
He pulls me into his warm body. It feels good, but I won't tell him that. My mind blanks.
He has his coat around me. "You're freezing, ya know?"
"I, I know." He leans his face into my neck, and continues to hold me. I'm just standing there. "Ryane...?"
"Yeah?"
"Good luck tonight."
I pull away and close the door gently.
~~
We're on the plane to Ohio and his arms are tightly strung around my shoulders. He's asleep.
He sorta left his headphones in so it doesn't surprise me when he wakes up to turn his music off.
I look over at him. He looks really soft in that jacket...
He's drumming his fingers up and down my back and it tickles. I try and reach my hand around to touch his, but he moves.
"You fell asleep on me, ya know?"
"Opp, did I?" I say to him rather than thinking it.
He smiles. "Yup. You did."