God Blessed the Broken Road. Chapter Eleven. / First Love Song. Chapter Eight.
Written by: lady_lilith and lady_death.
Title: God Blessed the Broken Road. Chapter Eleven.
Title: First Love Song. Chapter Eight.
Fandom: MLB: New York Yankees.
Characters: Joe Girardi, Andy Pettitte, Nick Swisher, Phil Hughes.
Word Count: 1,724.
Rating: PG.
Summary: It will take some getting used to....
Author's Notes: This is set on August 30, 2010, before practice. The Yankees would go on to beat the A's, 11-5, at home.
Stretched out on the couch, holding a printed packed of reports in one hand so he can read them, his other hand absently petting Andy, "That's the bad part about four game series, there's little chance of avoiding any of their rotation."
Laying out on his stomach, his cheek pressed against Joe's chest, his eyes are fluttering closed, "Hmm? I told you this was a better spot to look over paperwork. Their rotation don't got nothin' on our hitters."
"You were right." Looks over his notes again, "We've had good luck against them this season, but they're still consistently troublesome."
"I got faith. Who do you think is gonna be the worst?" Snuggles closer to him.
"They still haven't stopped talking about the incident with Braden and Alex, he seems to find extra venom for us." Smiles a little at him, wrapping his free arm around him.
"The mound thing? It's not like you get to take it home with you. Was kinda thinkin' he might start pissin' on it like a dog." Chuckles.
"I wouldn't have been all that surprised if he did. And I can't believe they're still talking about it, but they are." Shakes his head. "It's a mental game."
"It's got their interest. They get bored just talkin' baseball. They wanna make mountains outta all the molehills."
"I never understood that. If they're bored asking us about baseball, maybe they shouldn't be a reporter of baseball games."
"They're storytellers, they all want to spin something more."
"I find our games interesting enough."
"Mmhmm, I want 'em to report the game, not the dramas they make up."
Walking down the hall, practically bouncing, notices the open door and can't resist poking his head in. "Woah."
"That's what I'm--" Glances over to the door, not letting his expression change at all, "Did you need something?"
Staring at the two of them on the couch, "No uh, Skip, you look really cozy there. I was gonna...uh, ask about the line-up. I'll catch you later."
Without opening his eyes, "Hello, Nick."
"What did you want to ask?"
"Just where you're puttin' me, let you know the knee is good. I'll see you downstairs."
"I'm glad to hear it. We can discuss the line-up when I get downstairs if you'd prefer."
"That's fine, you look too comfy to get up."
"If you would like to discuss it now, we can."
Without meaning to, whines softly at the thought of Joe moving.
Starts to back into the hall, "I really couldn't disturb you like that."
Starts to pet Andy again, without realising it, at the sound, though he's still looking to Nick, "It's alright if you want to talk to me."
Gives him the thumbs up, "Knee is good, feels like I could do a jig. I'll see you around the clubhouse, man." Back peddles further.
"That's a good thing, you will be in the line-up."
Grins, "Cool man, enjoy your---" Hand waves that last bit, bounding down the hall.
Shakes his head, "I wonder how long it takes for them to get used to it."
"Not all that long. Now how are we gonna go after Braden?"
Bouncing into the clubhouse, his body language is like the energizer bunny on speed, vibrating with excitement. Looks around for Phil.
Sitting crosslegged on a couch, flipping through a spiral bound notebook, talking to himself under his breath.
Snatches his notebook out of his hand, "You owe me a concert."
"Hey! What'd you ask them?"
"I didn't ask, I saw. Man, that was like the most intimate thing I've ever seen. In a way that was worse than porn."
"So I was right."
"No, you were wrong. Dead wrong. I'm thinking you made that all up."
"What're you talking about?"
"They were on the couch man, fully clothed, snuggling together."
"So maybe they got dressed after."
"No, that was not the look of two people who'd just fucked. You shoulda seen the look on Andy's face. Joe's layin' on his couch readin' reports or whatever they stick him with, which is cool. It's his couch. But Andy's on top of him, actin' like his personal blanket. But that wasn't the best part, Joe was petting him. And you know what? I could see this thought bubble over Andy's head and it read purrrrrr. He was purring! Derek was wrong about who the big ol' cat is on this team."
Just stares at him, "You just made them into like a comic strip."
"If there was a comic labeled, 'The Snuggler' they'd be the stars. I'm tellin' you, man, I could see the thoughts. He was broadcastin' them that loudly. "
Laughs, "Soon as you left, they coulda got it on."
"They weren't goin' to get it on. Go on up there! They're a freakin' Kodak moment."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No. But Skip is...sweet. Someone should get a picture of that for them, like it was literally a kodak moment. Like something you'd look at and just start smiling."
"But that doesn't mean they're not.... you just gotta wait... they will be."
"Our manager is a big romantic. They cuddle, Phil. That wasn't bendin' over the desk getting it on."
"But so do... and that doesn't mean.... just you wait."
"You owe me a concert."
"I do not, you didn't even wait a day."
"It didn't have a time frame on it."
"Which means you can't say you won yet."
"It's in the bag, you got Andy totally wrong. Joe was like holding him up there."
"But I saw.... you gotta give it time."
"Go on up there man, you can't look at those two and think they're gonna do that." Grins, "Do you think if I pet you, you'll purr?"
"They will. And I'm not a cat."
"I wanna find out if that's true or not."
"Go ahead."
"You aren't busy?" Waves his notebook at him.
"Just making sure my next start isn't as bad as my last one."
"No way it's gonna be, you'll be fantastic. Maybe I should use this time to go chat with your truck."
"My truck's still not gonna tell you it's name."
"I got my ways, you let me talk to it a while and it will wanna fork that information over. It'll think it's its idea."
"Can I have my notebook back while you do?"
"What will you trade for it?"
"You stole it!"
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law. Can you prove I stole it? Right now, it's looking like its mine."
"It's full of my handwriting that you can't even read!"
Glances at it, "This chicken scratch looks very familiar, I'm pretty sure it's mine."
"You can't read it."
"Now you think I can't even read? I did go to college, man. I'll trade you your hat for it."
"You can't have my hat."
"Then what are you gonna offer me instead?"
"I'm letting you talk to my truck."
"I can do that with or without your permission. Hat or something else for the notebook?"
"A kiss?"
"I'm open to something in that line of thinking."
"C'mere."
Steps closer to him but keeps the notebook away.
Stands up, stepping right up into his space.
"You think you're intimidating me, Treebeard?
Laughs, "Maybe you could start wearing heels."
"I told you, I'm not doing that for your mother."
"They make guy-heels."
"They do not make guy-heels, you want me to get like inserts for my shoes?"
Tries to keep a straight face, "Like lifts."
"Bitch." Pushes him, "You're knockin' on the height. Didn't seem to mind it too much in Chicago."
Starts laughing, "I'm not saying I mind it, you're the one that keeps bringing it up!"
"Lifts!"
"You called me a tree!"
"You are a tree."
"I am not." Rests his hands on his hips, "And you didn't seem to mind either."
"I don't mind it, gigantor." Tugs him down for a kiss.
"I-- mmm." Any thought he had before that is completely erased by the kiss.
Grins at him, "For that I'll consider giving you this notebook I found."
Blinks a few times, "Oh. Good. Can I have it?"
"Well are you gonna treat it right?"
"I write in it everyday."
"You sure? This one? This one is pretty special."
"Yeah, I'm sure, that one."
"I'm thinkin' about holdin' onto it. We've grown attached to each other."
"But I need it."
"If you kiss me again, I think I may find it in my heart to give it up."
Leans back into the kiss right away, pulling him tight against himself.
Groaning, "Alright, I surrender, you can have it."
Grins, stepping back, snatching the notebook out of his hand.
"Go do pitchery things, I'll find something to entertain myself with while you're figuring out the answer to life, the universe, and everything."
Goes back to the couch, "But I already know that."
"Oh yeah? You're already sorted out all of life's mysteries?"
"Forty-two."
"And that is why Mo is magical."
"That's what the whole universe comes down to."
"It's not fair that when he retires he's going to take that with him."
"He can't ever retire."
"That's probably a benefit of knowing the answer to everything too."
"It better be."
"Are you gonna get back to work now, 'cause I can settle in here and keep talkin' your ear off."
"I don't mind. You could chill with me if you want."
"I don't wanna bother you, man. How long do you think you'll be workin' on that?"
Smiles, "Until tomorrow, so you can bother me. Sit if you wanna."
"I got an errand to run, it won't take all that long and then you can't say I was bugging you."
"That's cool, I'll be right here."
"Do I need to set someone to watch you? Are you in danger of wandering off by yourself?"
Sticks his tongue out at him.
"Well Max isn't here to guard you, so I don't know how you'll survive on your own."
"Then you better hurry up."
"Heel." Grins, diving in for one last kiss.
Bites his lip, gently, give him a little growl.
"I knew you weren't house broken." Flashes him one last grin before disappearing towards the players' lot.
Watches him until he's out of view, eventually looking back to his notebook, but he's still smiling brilliantly.
Title: God Blessed the Broken Road. Chapter Eleven.
Title: First Love Song. Chapter Eight.
Fandom: MLB: New York Yankees.
Characters: Joe Girardi, Andy Pettitte, Nick Swisher, Phil Hughes.
Word Count: 1,724.
Rating: PG.
Summary: It will take some getting used to....
Author's Notes: This is set on August 30, 2010, before practice. The Yankees would go on to beat the A's, 11-5, at home.
Stretched out on the couch, holding a printed packed of reports in one hand so he can read them, his other hand absently petting Andy, "That's the bad part about four game series, there's little chance of avoiding any of their rotation."
Laying out on his stomach, his cheek pressed against Joe's chest, his eyes are fluttering closed, "Hmm? I told you this was a better spot to look over paperwork. Their rotation don't got nothin' on our hitters."
"You were right." Looks over his notes again, "We've had good luck against them this season, but they're still consistently troublesome."
"I got faith. Who do you think is gonna be the worst?" Snuggles closer to him.
"They still haven't stopped talking about the incident with Braden and Alex, he seems to find extra venom for us." Smiles a little at him, wrapping his free arm around him.
"The mound thing? It's not like you get to take it home with you. Was kinda thinkin' he might start pissin' on it like a dog." Chuckles.
"I wouldn't have been all that surprised if he did. And I can't believe they're still talking about it, but they are." Shakes his head. "It's a mental game."
"It's got their interest. They get bored just talkin' baseball. They wanna make mountains outta all the molehills."
"I never understood that. If they're bored asking us about baseball, maybe they shouldn't be a reporter of baseball games."
"They're storytellers, they all want to spin something more."
"I find our games interesting enough."
"Mmhmm, I want 'em to report the game, not the dramas they make up."
Walking down the hall, practically bouncing, notices the open door and can't resist poking his head in. "Woah."
"That's what I'm--" Glances over to the door, not letting his expression change at all, "Did you need something?"
Staring at the two of them on the couch, "No uh, Skip, you look really cozy there. I was gonna...uh, ask about the line-up. I'll catch you later."
Without opening his eyes, "Hello, Nick."
"What did you want to ask?"
"Just where you're puttin' me, let you know the knee is good. I'll see you downstairs."
"I'm glad to hear it. We can discuss the line-up when I get downstairs if you'd prefer."
"That's fine, you look too comfy to get up."
"If you would like to discuss it now, we can."
Without meaning to, whines softly at the thought of Joe moving.
Starts to back into the hall, "I really couldn't disturb you like that."
Starts to pet Andy again, without realising it, at the sound, though he's still looking to Nick, "It's alright if you want to talk to me."
Gives him the thumbs up, "Knee is good, feels like I could do a jig. I'll see you around the clubhouse, man." Back peddles further.
"That's a good thing, you will be in the line-up."
Grins, "Cool man, enjoy your---" Hand waves that last bit, bounding down the hall.
Shakes his head, "I wonder how long it takes for them to get used to it."
"Not all that long. Now how are we gonna go after Braden?"
Bouncing into the clubhouse, his body language is like the energizer bunny on speed, vibrating with excitement. Looks around for Phil.
Sitting crosslegged on a couch, flipping through a spiral bound notebook, talking to himself under his breath.
Snatches his notebook out of his hand, "You owe me a concert."
"Hey! What'd you ask them?"
"I didn't ask, I saw. Man, that was like the most intimate thing I've ever seen. In a way that was worse than porn."
"So I was right."
"No, you were wrong. Dead wrong. I'm thinking you made that all up."
"What're you talking about?"
"They were on the couch man, fully clothed, snuggling together."
"So maybe they got dressed after."
"No, that was not the look of two people who'd just fucked. You shoulda seen the look on Andy's face. Joe's layin' on his couch readin' reports or whatever they stick him with, which is cool. It's his couch. But Andy's on top of him, actin' like his personal blanket. But that wasn't the best part, Joe was petting him. And you know what? I could see this thought bubble over Andy's head and it read purrrrrr. He was purring! Derek was wrong about who the big ol' cat is on this team."
Just stares at him, "You just made them into like a comic strip."
"If there was a comic labeled, 'The Snuggler' they'd be the stars. I'm tellin' you, man, I could see the thoughts. He was broadcastin' them that loudly. "
Laughs, "Soon as you left, they coulda got it on."
"They weren't goin' to get it on. Go on up there! They're a freakin' Kodak moment."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No. But Skip is...sweet. Someone should get a picture of that for them, like it was literally a kodak moment. Like something you'd look at and just start smiling."
"But that doesn't mean they're not.... you just gotta wait... they will be."
"Our manager is a big romantic. They cuddle, Phil. That wasn't bendin' over the desk getting it on."
"But so do... and that doesn't mean.... just you wait."
"You owe me a concert."
"I do not, you didn't even wait a day."
"It didn't have a time frame on it."
"Which means you can't say you won yet."
"It's in the bag, you got Andy totally wrong. Joe was like holding him up there."
"But I saw.... you gotta give it time."
"Go on up there man, you can't look at those two and think they're gonna do that." Grins, "Do you think if I pet you, you'll purr?"
"They will. And I'm not a cat."
"I wanna find out if that's true or not."
"Go ahead."
"You aren't busy?" Waves his notebook at him.
"Just making sure my next start isn't as bad as my last one."
"No way it's gonna be, you'll be fantastic. Maybe I should use this time to go chat with your truck."
"My truck's still not gonna tell you it's name."
"I got my ways, you let me talk to it a while and it will wanna fork that information over. It'll think it's its idea."
"Can I have my notebook back while you do?"
"What will you trade for it?"
"You stole it!"
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law. Can you prove I stole it? Right now, it's looking like its mine."
"It's full of my handwriting that you can't even read!"
Glances at it, "This chicken scratch looks very familiar, I'm pretty sure it's mine."
"You can't read it."
"Now you think I can't even read? I did go to college, man. I'll trade you your hat for it."
"You can't have my hat."
"Then what are you gonna offer me instead?"
"I'm letting you talk to my truck."
"I can do that with or without your permission. Hat or something else for the notebook?"
"A kiss?"
"I'm open to something in that line of thinking."
"C'mere."
Steps closer to him but keeps the notebook away.
Stands up, stepping right up into his space.
"You think you're intimidating me, Treebeard?
Laughs, "Maybe you could start wearing heels."
"I told you, I'm not doing that for your mother."
"They make guy-heels."
"They do not make guy-heels, you want me to get like inserts for my shoes?"
Tries to keep a straight face, "Like lifts."
"Bitch." Pushes him, "You're knockin' on the height. Didn't seem to mind it too much in Chicago."
Starts laughing, "I'm not saying I mind it, you're the one that keeps bringing it up!"
"Lifts!"
"You called me a tree!"
"You are a tree."
"I am not." Rests his hands on his hips, "And you didn't seem to mind either."
"I don't mind it, gigantor." Tugs him down for a kiss.
"I-- mmm." Any thought he had before that is completely erased by the kiss.
Grins at him, "For that I'll consider giving you this notebook I found."
Blinks a few times, "Oh. Good. Can I have it?"
"Well are you gonna treat it right?"
"I write in it everyday."
"You sure? This one? This one is pretty special."
"Yeah, I'm sure, that one."
"I'm thinkin' about holdin' onto it. We've grown attached to each other."
"But I need it."
"If you kiss me again, I think I may find it in my heart to give it up."
Leans back into the kiss right away, pulling him tight against himself.
Groaning, "Alright, I surrender, you can have it."
Grins, stepping back, snatching the notebook out of his hand.
"Go do pitchery things, I'll find something to entertain myself with while you're figuring out the answer to life, the universe, and everything."
Goes back to the couch, "But I already know that."
"Oh yeah? You're already sorted out all of life's mysteries?"
"Forty-two."
"And that is why Mo is magical."
"That's what the whole universe comes down to."
"It's not fair that when he retires he's going to take that with him."
"He can't ever retire."
"That's probably a benefit of knowing the answer to everything too."
"It better be."
"Are you gonna get back to work now, 'cause I can settle in here and keep talkin' your ear off."
"I don't mind. You could chill with me if you want."
"I don't wanna bother you, man. How long do you think you'll be workin' on that?"
Smiles, "Until tomorrow, so you can bother me. Sit if you wanna."
"I got an errand to run, it won't take all that long and then you can't say I was bugging you."
"That's cool, I'll be right here."
"Do I need to set someone to watch you? Are you in danger of wandering off by yourself?"
Sticks his tongue out at him.
"Well Max isn't here to guard you, so I don't know how you'll survive on your own."
"Then you better hurry up."
"Heel." Grins, diving in for one last kiss.
Bites his lip, gently, give him a little growl.
"I knew you weren't house broken." Flashes him one last grin before disappearing towards the players' lot.
Watches him until he's out of view, eventually looking back to his notebook, but he's still smiling brilliantly.