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TITLE: The Survivor
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: The A-Line (Petr Sykora of the New York Rangers, Jason Arnott of the Dallas Stars, and Patrik Elias of the New Jersey Devils. During this fic, Petr is playing with the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim.
SUMMARY: The A-Line is reunited under tragic circumstances.
RATING: G, but quite the tear jerker.
DEDICATED: Everyone who wishes the A-Line were reunited. And Mae, for giving me the ficspiration with this article. And Debbie, for inspiring me to put it up so quickly. :-P
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own (though I wish I did) the A-Line. And this is all made up. Or is it..? *twilight zone music plays in background*
A/N: A few things you should know about this fic…
1. During the 99-00 season, the Devils’ A-Line was their top line, guided them to their 2nd Stanley Cup in 5 years. But, after losing to the Avs in game 7 of the finals, and having a pretty bad start to the 01-02 season, Lou (our GM) broke up the line. He sent Jason, along with Randy Mckay (*tear*), to Dallas for Joe Nieuwendyk and Jamie Langenbrunner. During the offseason, Petr was traded to Anaheim for Jeff Friesen (we went on to win the cup that year..WOOT! Sorry for the outburst. :-P). Since then, Patrik hasn’t had as good a season as he did in 00-01 (40 goals, 56 assists in 82 games.), Jason’s had only okay seasons, and Petr hasn’t gone over 30 assists since the 00-01 season. Fate? I think so.
2. Patrik contracted Hepatitis A while he was playing in Russia (with Petr, might I add) during the lockout.
3. Hackensack Memorial is a major hospital in Hackensack, New Jersey, which is where players at Devils’ games are taken if they get injured. It’s by Newark.
4. Gomer is Scott Gomez of the Devils. He’s from Anchorage, Alaska, by the way.
5. The goateed one is Petr and the Canadian is Jason.
This is the A-Line:
If you know everything you need to know about the A-Line, continue reading below. Happy reading, and let me know what you think!
After the trade, and even five years later, Patrik had been dubbed the survivor. He never intending to be the one left, the one still looking for that season which was going to bring him out of his slump. He never asked to be the one with the bed that needed to be made daily. He never wanted to be alone. But, here he was, lying in a hospital bed at Hackensack Memorial, alone.
Gomer told him that they’d both called his house nonstop, asking him what hospital he was in, but Gomer said he stayed true to his word and didn’t tell them. Patrik couldn’t let them see him like this: so frail, so damaged. Patrik hated letting anyone see him like this; the man whose career could be over before it ever really began, the man who had yet to show was he was made of, without them.
So he sat, day after day, writing in his journal and reading Harry Potter novels. Patrik would write, ‘Sometimes, I hurt so much inside that I think I need to see them. They’re the only people who could make me want to fight through this.’ Gomer, visiting Patrik for his weekly Harry Potter and clean clothing drop off, never meant to read those lines while Patrik slept peacefully in the metal bed beside him. But Gomer couldn’t forget what he read, and broke his word to Patrik.
They didn’t bother to pack their bags. They hitched a cab from some café in downtown Dallas to the airport, paid $500 for the flight to Newark, and hailed another cab to Hackensack. They rushed into Patrik’s room and quietly sat beside his bed, but Patrik didn’t have to hear a noise to know they were in the room; the smell of their cumulative aftershaves was overwhelming.
Patrik let a single tear trail his jaw line before he let his eyes lock with them. Silence filled the room. They weren’t uncomfortable, seeing each other for the first time in months. They were relishing in the chemistry that ignited whenever the three were in a room together. Patrik was the one who spoke first, his voice hoarse and stale with its lack of use. “How’d you know?”
Each man sitting opposite Patrik grabbed a respective hand of his, and each caressed it in his own way. “You can never trust an American with a secret, let alone Gomer.” The Czechs stared at the Canadian, surprised by his voice cracking with emotion. “You were the strongest of all three of us. You didn’t need us to survive.” The goateed one was on the verge of tears, and the words bubbled from his throat. Patrik’s eyes closed instinctively.
His body was being wrecked by a silent evil and his mind was taking too much strain, but the love in his heart for them was the air that kept him breathing. They would stay by Patrik’s side day after day, slowly nursing Patrik to a healthy emotional state. They would buy their necessities, forgotten in the rush to see Patrik, at the Costco on Route 46, and they would sleep on cots in the sterile hospital.
Eventually, they would return to the west coast, to the Pacific Division. But for now, their chemistry lost those years ago had been rekindled, like a small spark that ignites a brushfire. They would live every moment for those that they were apart and would never forget that chemistry. For now, Patrik would forgive Gomer because, for now, they were together. One. Whole. For now, he wasn’t Patrik the survivor; he was just Patrik.
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: The A-Line (Petr Sykora of the New York Rangers, Jason Arnott of the Dallas Stars, and Patrik Elias of the New Jersey Devils. During this fic, Petr is playing with the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim.
SUMMARY: The A-Line is reunited under tragic circumstances.
RATING: G, but quite the tear jerker.
DEDICATED: Everyone who wishes the A-Line were reunited. And Mae, for giving me the ficspiration with this article. And Debbie, for inspiring me to put it up so quickly. :-P
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own (though I wish I did) the A-Line. And this is all made up. Or is it..? *twilight zone music plays in background*
A/N: A few things you should know about this fic…
1. During the 99-00 season, the Devils’ A-Line was their top line, guided them to their 2nd Stanley Cup in 5 years. But, after losing to the Avs in game 7 of the finals, and having a pretty bad start to the 01-02 season, Lou (our GM) broke up the line. He sent Jason, along with Randy Mckay (*tear*), to Dallas for Joe Nieuwendyk and Jamie Langenbrunner. During the offseason, Petr was traded to Anaheim for Jeff Friesen (we went on to win the cup that year..WOOT! Sorry for the outburst. :-P). Since then, Patrik hasn’t had as good a season as he did in 00-01 (40 goals, 56 assists in 82 games.), Jason’s had only okay seasons, and Petr hasn’t gone over 30 assists since the 00-01 season. Fate? I think so.
2. Patrik contracted Hepatitis A while he was playing in Russia (with Petr, might I add) during the lockout.
3. Hackensack Memorial is a major hospital in Hackensack, New Jersey, which is where players at Devils’ games are taken if they get injured. It’s by Newark.
4. Gomer is Scott Gomez of the Devils. He’s from Anchorage, Alaska, by the way.
5. The goateed one is Petr and the Canadian is Jason.
This is the A-Line:
If you know everything you need to know about the A-Line, continue reading below. Happy reading, and let me know what you think!
After the trade, and even five years later, Patrik had been dubbed the survivor. He never intending to be the one left, the one still looking for that season which was going to bring him out of his slump. He never asked to be the one with the bed that needed to be made daily. He never wanted to be alone. But, here he was, lying in a hospital bed at Hackensack Memorial, alone.
Gomer told him that they’d both called his house nonstop, asking him what hospital he was in, but Gomer said he stayed true to his word and didn’t tell them. Patrik couldn’t let them see him like this: so frail, so damaged. Patrik hated letting anyone see him like this; the man whose career could be over before it ever really began, the man who had yet to show was he was made of, without them.
So he sat, day after day, writing in his journal and reading Harry Potter novels. Patrik would write, ‘Sometimes, I hurt so much inside that I think I need to see them. They’re the only people who could make me want to fight through this.’ Gomer, visiting Patrik for his weekly Harry Potter and clean clothing drop off, never meant to read those lines while Patrik slept peacefully in the metal bed beside him. But Gomer couldn’t forget what he read, and broke his word to Patrik.
They didn’t bother to pack their bags. They hitched a cab from some café in downtown Dallas to the airport, paid $500 for the flight to Newark, and hailed another cab to Hackensack. They rushed into Patrik’s room and quietly sat beside his bed, but Patrik didn’t have to hear a noise to know they were in the room; the smell of their cumulative aftershaves was overwhelming.
Patrik let a single tear trail his jaw line before he let his eyes lock with them. Silence filled the room. They weren’t uncomfortable, seeing each other for the first time in months. They were relishing in the chemistry that ignited whenever the three were in a room together. Patrik was the one who spoke first, his voice hoarse and stale with its lack of use. “How’d you know?”
Each man sitting opposite Patrik grabbed a respective hand of his, and each caressed it in his own way. “You can never trust an American with a secret, let alone Gomer.” The Czechs stared at the Canadian, surprised by his voice cracking with emotion. “You were the strongest of all three of us. You didn’t need us to survive.” The goateed one was on the verge of tears, and the words bubbled from his throat. Patrik’s eyes closed instinctively.
His body was being wrecked by a silent evil and his mind was taking too much strain, but the love in his heart for them was the air that kept him breathing. They would stay by Patrik’s side day after day, slowly nursing Patrik to a healthy emotional state. They would buy their necessities, forgotten in the rush to see Patrik, at the Costco on Route 46, and they would sleep on cots in the sterile hospital.
Eventually, they would return to the west coast, to the Pacific Division. But for now, their chemistry lost those years ago had been rekindled, like a small spark that ignites a brushfire. They would live every moment for those that they were apart and would never forget that chemistry. For now, Patrik would forgive Gomer because, for now, they were together. One. Whole. For now, he wasn’t Patrik the survivor; he was just Patrik.