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Two way street 1/?
by Elise
Buffalo Sabres
Steve Bernier/Ryan Miller
post trade 2008
Ryan leaned back in his seat. The team had gathered to a prepractice debriefing. They had won last night, but barely. Ryan was feeling pretty awful about the goals he let in. He looked around at the others, who were happily chatting. Shaking his head, Ryan couldn’t imagine that they were happy with the win. Observing the other players was his main past time this morning.
Peering over his tim hortons coffee, Ryan smirked as he saw Jocelyn hurriedly speaking to Steve, whose face was growing more and more desperate. Steve had found his place on the team with Joc and Pom showing him the town. Ryan knew he could show Steve some fun places but he felt a bit out of place. He didn’t want to impede on the french friends. Ryan looked down at his coffee, swirling it around. Ryan had been furious with his closest friend moving to the west coast. It was hard, and they called each other, but Brian had other friends now. Ryan seemed, well, he seemed out of the loop.
With a pat on Steve’s shoulder, Jocelyn stood up, beaming. After a moment, Ryan stood up and walked over, taking Jocelyn’s seat. He nudged shoulders with the new forward. “Taking care of Annabel?”
Steve’s eyes flickered up, “How did you know?”
Ryan shrugged, and gave the new forward a small smile, “A goalie thing.”
“Uh huh.” Steve said, sinking in his seat, “It’s Cheechoo’s birthday. I wanted to go out, have a drink in his honor and call him. Not... babysit.”
“It’s a rite of passage really, taking care of the kids.” Ryan sipped his coffee again, “Get used to diapers.”
Steve gave Ryan a look and reached over, taking the goalie’s coffee. He smirked and took a sip, licking his lips. Ryan followed Steve’s actions with his eyes, his mouth opening slightly. Steve let out a satisfied sigh. “This is good coffee.”
Ryan’s eyes lowered into slits and he grabbed it back. “My good coffee.”
Steve chuckled, “Help me tonight?”
“Hell no.” Ryan said laughing, and sipping the coffee. He imagined Steve’s lips on the rim... and immediately blushed, shaking his head.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun. Annabel is young and in bed early. It’ll be boring on my own.” Steve sighed, “Come on... we can go through Joc’s stuff together.”
Ryan chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t know. I had plans.”
“No you didn’t.” Steve said.
Ryan sighed, shaking his head. He was right and Ryan was a bit resentful. “Am I that transparent?”
“No.” Steve said, dropping his voice down a level, “but the guys talk. Say you’re a loner. Well... that you’re one now.”
Ryan inhaled slowly and turned back to his coffee. “Not true.”
“When’s the last time you went out? You wouldn’t even go out for my first night.” Steve said, resting his head on his hand.
“I was busy.” Ryan said, “I needed to finish stuff around the house.”
Steve nodded, reaching over for the coffee, but Ryan held it out of arm’s reach, waving his finger. “You were perhaps... avoiding me?” Steve said.
“No.” Ryan said quickly, “No, I’m not avoiding you.”
“You sure?” Steve said, his voice quiet and slightly alluring.
Ryan blinked and turned away. He had the feeling that Steve was flirting with him. Ryan cleared his throat and said softly, “Just... didn’t get a chance to say good bye is all. Flight was quick.”
Steve’s eyes widened slightly and he leaned back, feeling like he’d crossed a line. “Sorry. I didn’t... I mean, it’s not my fault I got traded.”
“I know.” Ryan said, feeling uncomfortable. He wanted to be more social, extend a hand to the new guy, but he also couldn’t get past this awkward feeling. He couldn’t get comfortable around anyone, and according to Steve... everyone knew it. Ryan could feel his face burning in embarassment.
Steve sighed, feeling bad. He reached over and grabbed Ryan’s coffee. Ryan looked up, shocked. Lindy had walked into the room, signalling the beginning of the debriefing. Steve smirked and said, “My coffee now. I’ll get you back... say...after practice? Just you and me?”
Ryan’s jaw dropped again and Steve smirked. “Good. You should pay attention though. We’ve got an important game coming up.”
Ryan turned, at a loss for words. His hands clasped together and he tilted his head, looking at Steve through his eyelashes. “Okay.” He whispered, “You owe me a coffee.”
by Elise
Buffalo Sabres
Steve Bernier/Ryan Miller
post trade 2008
Ryan leaned back in his seat. The team had gathered to a prepractice debriefing. They had won last night, but barely. Ryan was feeling pretty awful about the goals he let in. He looked around at the others, who were happily chatting. Shaking his head, Ryan couldn’t imagine that they were happy with the win. Observing the other players was his main past time this morning.
Peering over his tim hortons coffee, Ryan smirked as he saw Jocelyn hurriedly speaking to Steve, whose face was growing more and more desperate. Steve had found his place on the team with Joc and Pom showing him the town. Ryan knew he could show Steve some fun places but he felt a bit out of place. He didn’t want to impede on the french friends. Ryan looked down at his coffee, swirling it around. Ryan had been furious with his closest friend moving to the west coast. It was hard, and they called each other, but Brian had other friends now. Ryan seemed, well, he seemed out of the loop.
With a pat on Steve’s shoulder, Jocelyn stood up, beaming. After a moment, Ryan stood up and walked over, taking Jocelyn’s seat. He nudged shoulders with the new forward. “Taking care of Annabel?”
Steve’s eyes flickered up, “How did you know?”
Ryan shrugged, and gave the new forward a small smile, “A goalie thing.”
“Uh huh.” Steve said, sinking in his seat, “It’s Cheechoo’s birthday. I wanted to go out, have a drink in his honor and call him. Not... babysit.”
“It’s a rite of passage really, taking care of the kids.” Ryan sipped his coffee again, “Get used to diapers.”
Steve gave Ryan a look and reached over, taking the goalie’s coffee. He smirked and took a sip, licking his lips. Ryan followed Steve’s actions with his eyes, his mouth opening slightly. Steve let out a satisfied sigh. “This is good coffee.”
Ryan’s eyes lowered into slits and he grabbed it back. “My good coffee.”
Steve chuckled, “Help me tonight?”
“Hell no.” Ryan said laughing, and sipping the coffee. He imagined Steve’s lips on the rim... and immediately blushed, shaking his head.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun. Annabel is young and in bed early. It’ll be boring on my own.” Steve sighed, “Come on... we can go through Joc’s stuff together.”
Ryan chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t know. I had plans.”
“No you didn’t.” Steve said.
Ryan sighed, shaking his head. He was right and Ryan was a bit resentful. “Am I that transparent?”
“No.” Steve said, dropping his voice down a level, “but the guys talk. Say you’re a loner. Well... that you’re one now.”
Ryan inhaled slowly and turned back to his coffee. “Not true.”
“When’s the last time you went out? You wouldn’t even go out for my first night.” Steve said, resting his head on his hand.
“I was busy.” Ryan said, “I needed to finish stuff around the house.”
Steve nodded, reaching over for the coffee, but Ryan held it out of arm’s reach, waving his finger. “You were perhaps... avoiding me?” Steve said.
“No.” Ryan said quickly, “No, I’m not avoiding you.”
“You sure?” Steve said, his voice quiet and slightly alluring.
Ryan blinked and turned away. He had the feeling that Steve was flirting with him. Ryan cleared his throat and said softly, “Just... didn’t get a chance to say good bye is all. Flight was quick.”
Steve’s eyes widened slightly and he leaned back, feeling like he’d crossed a line. “Sorry. I didn’t... I mean, it’s not my fault I got traded.”
“I know.” Ryan said, feeling uncomfortable. He wanted to be more social, extend a hand to the new guy, but he also couldn’t get past this awkward feeling. He couldn’t get comfortable around anyone, and according to Steve... everyone knew it. Ryan could feel his face burning in embarassment.
Steve sighed, feeling bad. He reached over and grabbed Ryan’s coffee. Ryan looked up, shocked. Lindy had walked into the room, signalling the beginning of the debriefing. Steve smirked and said, “My coffee now. I’ll get you back... say...after practice? Just you and me?”
Ryan’s jaw dropped again and Steve smirked. “Good. You should pay attention though. We’ve got an important game coming up.”
Ryan turned, at a loss for words. His hands clasped together and he tilted his head, looking at Steve through his eyelashes. “Okay.” He whispered, “You owe me a coffee.”