Debut!
Title: Nothing to Lose
Author: Sam
Fandom: MLB - Yankees
Pairing: Derek Jeter/Aaron Boone
Rating: G (at the moment)
Disclaimer: Totally fictional. Or is it?
Summary: Derek Jeter seeks comfort after the ALCS Game 7
Notes: This is the first baseball slash fic I've shown to the public. Be nice. This is possibly the first chapter of a longer fic. Not sure yet.
Jeter had kept that crumpled piece of paper in his jacket pocket for months. Aaron had written his cellphone number on it and given it to Derek the last time they’d seen each other, but it had remained unused. Like a compulsion, Jeter carried it with him, knowing that one day he would have the guts to make the call. But most of the time, he’d get the piece of paper out, unfold it, then he’d bottle.
After Wednesday night’s Game 7 of the ALCS, Jeter’s heart had shattered, along with the hopes of all the Yankee fans. With the final out in the 9th, Jeter stared at nothing in particular, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, feeling that his team could have, should have, done more and swept those bastards in Game 4.
Derek answered the obligatory ‘How does it feel to have come so close?’ questions from the networks with a stunned monotone. Although Yankee Stadium was his home turf, he felt his home ground had been violated, and he wanted more than anything to be somewhere quiet, and to have some comfort around him.
In the confines of his empty, quiet apartment, he wanted nothing more than to hear some reassuring words, to feel…hell, to feel something, anything, rather than the numbness which was weighing him down. They’d lost the Championship series, and he figured he had nothing else to lose, so he walked to his closet, felt in the inside pocked, and retrieved the worn piece of paper.
It would be a novelty for him to actually get as far as dialling the number - but his fingers automatically pressed the buttons, the cellphone number etched into his memory.
On hearing the first ‘Hello?’, Derek closed his eyes and his heart jumped. After a beat, which felt like the longest silence in the world, he replied.
‘Hey Aaron, it’s Derek’.
Derek visualised Aaron on the other end of the line. They were both in New York City, Aaron had been over to wish his old teammates luck in the ALCS, but Derek had always found an excuse to avoid meeting him. It was crazy, he told himself - he had waited an eternity to see him again, but, like when it came to calling him, his nerve made a sharp exit.
‘Wow….I’m not gonna ask how you’re doing, I just turned the TV off’
‘Yeah’, said Derek. Jeez, great answer, he thought to himself. Christ, could this day get any worse? Screw it, here goes nothing.
‘I was hoping for another magic moment, like when you stepped up there last year’, said Derek, still closing his eyes, afraid that if he opened them, this vision of Aaron, with his tousled hair and little-kid smile, would vanish.
‘Hell, DJ, I don’t know what to say, man.’
‘We needed you tonight, Aaron.’ He took a breath. ‘I needed you.’
There, it was out there. Done. Jeter had just seen his arch rivals celebrate on his home turf. Surely this was no big deal in comparison, he told himself. But the lump in his throat was very real, and the longing he felt was on a par with the disappointment of the game.
The voice on the other end took on a deeper, serious tone. ‘You need some company?’
Derek was suddenly aware of the palms of his hands growing clammy. It was a relief to think about something other than the damn game, just for a moment.
‘Yeah. Yeah, Aaron, I do.’
‘I’m right over.’
The reality of this call suddenly hit Derek like cold water in the face. He realised he didn’t quite know how to end this conversation, and if he would be prepared for when the doorbell rang. A slight panic suddenly crept in, and words stuck in his throat. Luckily, Aaron was the next one to speak.
‘I’m glad you called, you know. I wondered if you would. I won’t be long’.
Jeter stood silently for a moment with the phone held next to his ear, yet the familiar disconnection tone brought him out of his stupor. He figured he had around half an hour before Aaron arrived.
Author: Sam
Fandom: MLB - Yankees
Pairing: Derek Jeter/Aaron Boone
Rating: G (at the moment)
Disclaimer: Totally fictional. Or is it?
Summary: Derek Jeter seeks comfort after the ALCS Game 7
Notes: This is the first baseball slash fic I've shown to the public. Be nice. This is possibly the first chapter of a longer fic. Not sure yet.
Jeter had kept that crumpled piece of paper in his jacket pocket for months. Aaron had written his cellphone number on it and given it to Derek the last time they’d seen each other, but it had remained unused. Like a compulsion, Jeter carried it with him, knowing that one day he would have the guts to make the call. But most of the time, he’d get the piece of paper out, unfold it, then he’d bottle.
After Wednesday night’s Game 7 of the ALCS, Jeter’s heart had shattered, along with the hopes of all the Yankee fans. With the final out in the 9th, Jeter stared at nothing in particular, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, feeling that his team could have, should have, done more and swept those bastards in Game 4.
Derek answered the obligatory ‘How does it feel to have come so close?’ questions from the networks with a stunned monotone. Although Yankee Stadium was his home turf, he felt his home ground had been violated, and he wanted more than anything to be somewhere quiet, and to have some comfort around him.
In the confines of his empty, quiet apartment, he wanted nothing more than to hear some reassuring words, to feel…hell, to feel something, anything, rather than the numbness which was weighing him down. They’d lost the Championship series, and he figured he had nothing else to lose, so he walked to his closet, felt in the inside pocked, and retrieved the worn piece of paper.
It would be a novelty for him to actually get as far as dialling the number - but his fingers automatically pressed the buttons, the cellphone number etched into his memory.
On hearing the first ‘Hello?’, Derek closed his eyes and his heart jumped. After a beat, which felt like the longest silence in the world, he replied.
‘Hey Aaron, it’s Derek’.
Derek visualised Aaron on the other end of the line. They were both in New York City, Aaron had been over to wish his old teammates luck in the ALCS, but Derek had always found an excuse to avoid meeting him. It was crazy, he told himself - he had waited an eternity to see him again, but, like when it came to calling him, his nerve made a sharp exit.
‘Wow….I’m not gonna ask how you’re doing, I just turned the TV off’
‘Yeah’, said Derek. Jeez, great answer, he thought to himself. Christ, could this day get any worse? Screw it, here goes nothing.
‘I was hoping for another magic moment, like when you stepped up there last year’, said Derek, still closing his eyes, afraid that if he opened them, this vision of Aaron, with his tousled hair and little-kid smile, would vanish.
‘Hell, DJ, I don’t know what to say, man.’
‘We needed you tonight, Aaron.’ He took a breath. ‘I needed you.’
There, it was out there. Done. Jeter had just seen his arch rivals celebrate on his home turf. Surely this was no big deal in comparison, he told himself. But the lump in his throat was very real, and the longing he felt was on a par with the disappointment of the game.
The voice on the other end took on a deeper, serious tone. ‘You need some company?’
Derek was suddenly aware of the palms of his hands growing clammy. It was a relief to think about something other than the damn game, just for a moment.
‘Yeah. Yeah, Aaron, I do.’
‘I’m right over.’
The reality of this call suddenly hit Derek like cold water in the face. He realised he didn’t quite know how to end this conversation, and if he would be prepared for when the doorbell rang. A slight panic suddenly crept in, and words stuck in his throat. Luckily, Aaron was the next one to speak.
‘I’m glad you called, you know. I wondered if you would. I won’t be long’.
Jeter stood silently for a moment with the phone held next to his ear, yet the familiar disconnection tone brought him out of his stupor. He figured he had around half an hour before Aaron arrived.