A short fic
Title: We Belong Here
Rating: PG
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Disclaimer: This is definitely fake. Don't sue me coz I already said it's NOT TRUE. None of them are mine, although I wish I could own one of them :P
Summary: This conversation arise when John had a fight with Chelsea's assistant manager.
Author Notes: This fic is specially for my mate who is a BIG fan of this pairing :) It's a short fic though. Hope you like it.
We Belong Here
John slams the door behind him and sits angrily on the bench. He unties his boots and throws to the other corner.
The door creaks as someone walks in. It’s none other than his soul mate and also his lover, Frank. He walks near to his lover and sits besides him.
He wraps his arm around his neck. “What’s wrong, JT? You never raise your voice at coach. What’s the matter? You know you can always count on me.”
John turns to the right to look at his lover. His eyes have tears. His eyes are weak. “Frank…” The voice…so soft and fragile. “Everything fell out of place, Frank. It’s a mess here. I don’t know if I can stay here any longer.” John looks down at his bare feet.
“You can’t leave, JT. Look at me, JT.” The midfielder cups at his face and makes him look right into his eyes. “You can’t leave… This is your home, JT. Are you willing to leave this home? And….. me?” Frank looks at him with sadness.
“Frank… this is not a home anymore. It was when Jose was still here. Everything changed after he left. I miss him so much…” He looks at his bare feet again.
“I miss him too…” The other man said.
“He’s such a great manager, someone who really cares about us, a great friend… I never thought of the day… the day that the captain left his troop of army in the war. Pity the army….you know…” The central defender said.
He continues, “Frank… I’ve tried to cope with the new rules, new strategy, new management, but… it doesn’t work.” Few drops of tears fell onto his laps.
“JT, this place belongs to us, not them. They should leave, not u, not us. I’m gonna fight this war ‘til the end JT.” Frank said with a strong spirit that John used to have. It’s always the other way round, Frank being the weaker, and John being the tough man coz’ he thinks a Captain, a leader, should be as tough as Ironman.
Frank stands up and reaches out his hand. “Are you gonna fight with me?”
John stares blankly at his feet for a while before looking up at the man. He puts his hand on top of his lover’s and smiles. The usual JT smile that can kill you instantly.
Then, Frank embraces him. “That’s my boy.”
xx Enjoy xx
Rating: PG
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Disclaimer: This is definitely fake. Don't sue me coz I already said it's NOT TRUE. None of them are mine, although I wish I could own one of them :P
Summary: This conversation arise when John had a fight with Chelsea's assistant manager.
Author Notes: This fic is specially for my mate who is a BIG fan of this pairing :) It's a short fic though. Hope you like it.
We Belong Here
John slams the door behind him and sits angrily on the bench. He unties his boots and throws to the other corner.
The door creaks as someone walks in. It’s none other than his soul mate and also his lover, Frank. He walks near to his lover and sits besides him.
He wraps his arm around his neck. “What’s wrong, JT? You never raise your voice at coach. What’s the matter? You know you can always count on me.”
John turns to the right to look at his lover. His eyes have tears. His eyes are weak. “Frank…” The voice…so soft and fragile. “Everything fell out of place, Frank. It’s a mess here. I don’t know if I can stay here any longer.” John looks down at his bare feet.
“You can’t leave, JT. Look at me, JT.” The midfielder cups at his face and makes him look right into his eyes. “You can’t leave… This is your home, JT. Are you willing to leave this home? And….. me?” Frank looks at him with sadness.
“Frank… this is not a home anymore. It was when Jose was still here. Everything changed after he left. I miss him so much…” He looks at his bare feet again.
“I miss him too…” The other man said.
“He’s such a great manager, someone who really cares about us, a great friend… I never thought of the day… the day that the captain left his troop of army in the war. Pity the army….you know…” The central defender said.
He continues, “Frank… I’ve tried to cope with the new rules, new strategy, new management, but… it doesn’t work.” Few drops of tears fell onto his laps.
“JT, this place belongs to us, not them. They should leave, not u, not us. I’m gonna fight this war ‘til the end JT.” Frank said with a strong spirit that John used to have. It’s always the other way round, Frank being the weaker, and John being the tough man coz’ he thinks a Captain, a leader, should be as tough as Ironman.
Frank stands up and reaches out his hand. “Are you gonna fight with me?”
John stares blankly at his feet for a while before looking up at the man. He puts his hand on top of his lover’s and smiles. The usual JT smile that can kill you instantly.
Then, Frank embraces him. “That’s my boy.”
xx Enjoy xx