Ficlet: Midget Hockey (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lanaverse)
Title: Midget Hockey
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 91 - Crash
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana, Matt
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 886
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: At center ice, one of the coaches dropped the puck, and instantly the two teams swarmed to the puck.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus. Idea for the story is shamelessly stolen from a tradition that existed at my alma mater, an example of which can be found here: Midget Hockey.
The crowd in the Port Charles University’s Athletic Center settled back into their seats as the players skated off the ice at the end of the first period.
Robin clutched Patrick’s hand tightly, and Lana pulled out her cell phone, hoping for a text to help alleviate her boredom.
Patrick looked over at his daughter and scolded, “Put that away. Your brother will be on in a minute.” He patted Robin’s hand. “He’ll be fine, I promise.”
“I still don’t know how I let you talk me into him playing hockey,” Robin grumbled. “Couldn’t you have encouraged him to pick a safer sport?”
Patrick shrugged. “This is what he wanted to play.”
“Because you’ve been indoctrinating him since he was an infant,” Robin pointed out.
“True,” Patrick conceded with a dimpled grin. With his free hand he pointed towards the ice, “Look, they’re coming out.”
The ice was suddenly full of small children on skates and clutching hockey sticks, one team in blue and the other in green.
The PA system crackled to life. “And now, it’s time for two of our local youth leagues to battle it out! Please welcome the Port Charles Penguins and the Mansfield Wolverines!”
The student section rose to its feet, chanting “Midget hockey” over and over, while the parents of the players all rose to their feet cheering on their children.
Lana remained in her seat texting furiously.
“Lana!” Robin said sharply. “If I have to pay attention to this, so do you. Stand up and cheer for your brother.”
Lana rolled her eyes, but stood and stuffed her phone into her back pocket.
At center ice, one of the coaches dropped the puck, and instantly the two teams swarmed to the puck.
Back and forth they moved along the ice, crowd cheering wildly any time someone made a shot on goal, groaning each time they missed or someone crashed into the ice. The cheering was almost as intense as it was for the college teams the crowd had really come to see.
All too soon the three minute game ended with a score of 0-0, and the two teams skated off the ice to cheers, to be replaced by the zamboni and ice repairing crews. The crowd sank back into their seats, as the noise level in the arena dropped back off and music started being piped in over the PA system.
Robin blew out a loud breath. “I’m so glad that’s over.”
“You realize that you have years of games to go to, don’t you?” Patrick teased, wrapping his arm around Robin’s shoulders. “Games that will last longer than the three minutes that they were out on the ice tonight?”
Robin smiled sweetly up at him. “See, and I thought I’d make you go to those instead…”
“Does that mean that I get to stop going to dance recitals?” Patrick countered.
“Hey!” Lana protested. “I’m sitting right here you know.”
Patrick winced. “Sorry, kiddo. Can I buy you a hot dog to make up for it?”
She made a face. “Do you know what they put in those things?” She spotted some friends in the crowd and waved. “Say I can go hang out with Bonnie and Ella and we’ll call it even.”
“Done,” Patrick conceded with relief. “Just be back before the period starts, alright?”
“I will, bye!” she called behind her as she picked her way down the aisle and into the crowd.
Robin looked down at her watch. “What time are we supposed to go down to the locker room to pick up Matt?”
“They told me in between the next periods, actually. I’d imagine it takes awhile to get that many little boys back into their street clothes.”
“I guess, I was just hoping we’d be able to sneak out of her before the game was actually over.” Robin slumped back in her seat. “No chance of that, huh?”
“Robin Scorpio-Drake, aren’t you the one always telling me that I have to take an interest in the things my children are interested in, like, say ballet?” Patrick gasped. “Don’t tell me you didn’t mean that! All these years I’ve wasted learning the difference between first and second position or between a plié or jeté.”
Robin hit him in the arm. “Shut up.”
“Very mature comeback,” Patrick laughed. “Just admit it, you thought this whole thing was easier when there was a little girl who was predominantly interested in little girl things.”
“I did not!” Robin protested.
Patrick just stared at her with amusement on his face.
“Okay, maybe a little,” Robin conceded. “But just the activities part! Matt’s far less high strung than Lana, especially now that she’s in her moody teenager phase.”
“Yeah, about that, when does it end?” Patrick asked, letting the prior subject go. “I miss my daughter.”
“There, there,” Robin said, patting him on the thigh. “By the time she’s ready for college she’ll probably like us again.”
“Probably like who?” Lana asked as she slid back into her seat next to Robin.
“What? Oh, it wasn’t important, look they’re starting again,” Patrick rushed out, eager to cover up what he and Robin had been discussing.
Lana shrugged. “Whatever you say, Dad…”
The college team skated back out onto the ice, and the crowd rose to its feet once more.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 91 - Crash
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana, Matt
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 886
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: At center ice, one of the coaches dropped the puck, and instantly the two teams swarmed to the puck.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus. Idea for the story is shamelessly stolen from a tradition that existed at my alma mater, an example of which can be found here: Midget Hockey.
The crowd in the Port Charles University’s Athletic Center settled back into their seats as the players skated off the ice at the end of the first period.
Robin clutched Patrick’s hand tightly, and Lana pulled out her cell phone, hoping for a text to help alleviate her boredom.
Patrick looked over at his daughter and scolded, “Put that away. Your brother will be on in a minute.” He patted Robin’s hand. “He’ll be fine, I promise.”
“I still don’t know how I let you talk me into him playing hockey,” Robin grumbled. “Couldn’t you have encouraged him to pick a safer sport?”
Patrick shrugged. “This is what he wanted to play.”
“Because you’ve been indoctrinating him since he was an infant,” Robin pointed out.
“True,” Patrick conceded with a dimpled grin. With his free hand he pointed towards the ice, “Look, they’re coming out.”
The ice was suddenly full of small children on skates and clutching hockey sticks, one team in blue and the other in green.
The PA system crackled to life. “And now, it’s time for two of our local youth leagues to battle it out! Please welcome the Port Charles Penguins and the Mansfield Wolverines!”
The student section rose to its feet, chanting “Midget hockey” over and over, while the parents of the players all rose to their feet cheering on their children.
Lana remained in her seat texting furiously.
“Lana!” Robin said sharply. “If I have to pay attention to this, so do you. Stand up and cheer for your brother.”
Lana rolled her eyes, but stood and stuffed her phone into her back pocket.
At center ice, one of the coaches dropped the puck, and instantly the two teams swarmed to the puck.
Back and forth they moved along the ice, crowd cheering wildly any time someone made a shot on goal, groaning each time they missed or someone crashed into the ice. The cheering was almost as intense as it was for the college teams the crowd had really come to see.
All too soon the three minute game ended with a score of 0-0, and the two teams skated off the ice to cheers, to be replaced by the zamboni and ice repairing crews. The crowd sank back into their seats, as the noise level in the arena dropped back off and music started being piped in over the PA system.
Robin blew out a loud breath. “I’m so glad that’s over.”
“You realize that you have years of games to go to, don’t you?” Patrick teased, wrapping his arm around Robin’s shoulders. “Games that will last longer than the three minutes that they were out on the ice tonight?”
Robin smiled sweetly up at him. “See, and I thought I’d make you go to those instead…”
“Does that mean that I get to stop going to dance recitals?” Patrick countered.
“Hey!” Lana protested. “I’m sitting right here you know.”
Patrick winced. “Sorry, kiddo. Can I buy you a hot dog to make up for it?”
She made a face. “Do you know what they put in those things?” She spotted some friends in the crowd and waved. “Say I can go hang out with Bonnie and Ella and we’ll call it even.”
“Done,” Patrick conceded with relief. “Just be back before the period starts, alright?”
“I will, bye!” she called behind her as she picked her way down the aisle and into the crowd.
Robin looked down at her watch. “What time are we supposed to go down to the locker room to pick up Matt?”
“They told me in between the next periods, actually. I’d imagine it takes awhile to get that many little boys back into their street clothes.”
“I guess, I was just hoping we’d be able to sneak out of her before the game was actually over.” Robin slumped back in her seat. “No chance of that, huh?”
“Robin Scorpio-Drake, aren’t you the one always telling me that I have to take an interest in the things my children are interested in, like, say ballet?” Patrick gasped. “Don’t tell me you didn’t mean that! All these years I’ve wasted learning the difference between first and second position or between a plié or jeté.”
Robin hit him in the arm. “Shut up.”
“Very mature comeback,” Patrick laughed. “Just admit it, you thought this whole thing was easier when there was a little girl who was predominantly interested in little girl things.”
“I did not!” Robin protested.
Patrick just stared at her with amusement on his face.
“Okay, maybe a little,” Robin conceded. “But just the activities part! Matt’s far less high strung than Lana, especially now that she’s in her moody teenager phase.”
“Yeah, about that, when does it end?” Patrick asked, letting the prior subject go. “I miss my daughter.”
“There, there,” Robin said, patting him on the thigh. “By the time she’s ready for college she’ll probably like us again.”
“Probably like who?” Lana asked as she slid back into her seat next to Robin.
“What? Oh, it wasn’t important, look they’re starting again,” Patrick rushed out, eager to cover up what he and Robin had been discussing.
Lana shrugged. “Whatever you say, Dad…”
The college team skated back out onto the ice, and the crowd rose to its feet once more.