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Two Way Street part thirteen of fourteen
Elise
pg13
Buffalo Sabres
Steve Bernier/Ryan Miller
sorry its shortish
Derek watched from the corner and stood up. He was tired of this. Steve was flip flopping, and now seemed to be flirting with jason. Again. Derek stood up, fists clenched, and left the locker room, bag over his shoulder. He saw Ryan waiting patiently outside and was about to walk away when he paused. Derek turned, running back to Ryan. “Don’t do it, man, just walk away.”
“What?” Ryan said, caught off guard.
“Steve isn’t who he seems, Miller.” Derek ran a hand through his hair, dropping his voice, “He’s got a love back in San Jose, and he’s in there right now, flirting with Pommers. He’s a player. Don’t get caught up in it.”
Ryan’s eyes turned blacker than Derek ever saw them before. His fists clenched and he looked off into the distance. Derek sighed, “I’m sorry, Ryan, I am.”
“It’s Milan, isn’t it?” Ryan said sadly, playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Yea, Milan.” Derek said, “and yes, Jason and Steve kissed.”
“I knew it. How could Jason do this to us?” Ryan said softly.
“It’s the new guy’s fault.” Derek said, “I thought we were friends too, but... he’s playing us.”
Ryan nodded and said, “Thanks Derek.”
“I’m just looking out for you, Ryan, we all do.” Derek said, “We all try to.”
Ryan smiled, but it looked like a grimace. He made his way to his car and started it, driving home, alone. Derek watched after him, also upset. At least Ryan would be better this way, without Steve messing with him. The team had tried so hard to get Ryan out of his shell, his mental blocks. He needed to be protected.
Steve looked outside, his bag over his shoulder. He paused, looking around, smile dropping from his face. He was alone in the parking lot. Steve dropped his bag, looking at his feet, fists clenching. He felt humiliated. He’d lost Ryan. Again. He was alone. Again. It seemed that just as he had the elusive goalie in his grasp, he would mess up somehow and lose him. Steve gasped slightly as he felt his eyes burn. At the sound of noise coming, Steve straightened up, taking a deep breath. He turned to see Jason walking out. Jason looked at him and paused. “What are you...?”
Steve shook his head, turning back to the parking lot. Jason ran up to him and said, “Where is Ryan?”
“I don’t know.” Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper.
A car drove up to the two of them, and Jason sighed. He’d forgotten that Derek was giving him a ride home. “Hey... maybe we should go out. Talk it out, drink it out?”
“Why does this happen?” Steve said, “I thought things were going well.”
Derek at this point got out of the car, leaning on the hood, “Hey Steve, do you have a ride?”
Steve looked up at Derek, his face covered in pain. Derek flinched and looked away. “Come on, i’ll drive you home.”
“I’ve got a car.” Steve said, “I know how to get to the hotel.”
Jason tried again, “Steve, come on, lets talk about this.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “You know, Steve, you could just call your precious Milan. Or maybe make out with Pommers some more. Don’t look like such a kicked puppy.”
“Roysie!” Jason scolded.
Steve’s eyes widened, things falling into place. He turned and stepped towards Derek, “What did you say?”
“You heard me.” Derek said, not backing down, despite the height difference.
“I meant to Ryan.” Steve said, his voice calm, serious, and sounding very angry.
Jason’s eyes widened as he heard Derek’s cool response, “I told him to stay away from you, and that you were just playing us. You had ton couer in san Jose.”
Steve glared and hissed out, “You have no idea and had no right. Milan is an incredible person, but he cheated on me, and we’re through. It took a year to get even a shaky friendship back. Yes, I love him, and no, i am not with him, nor will ever be again. Roy, stay away from me.”
“Steve...” Jason started, but Steve began to walk away to his car, yelling obscenities in french.
Derek watched, his stomach sinking, doubting himself. “I know what I heard, Jason.”
“You’ve got it wrong, Roysie...” Jason said quietly, “All wrong. They love each other, Ry and Steve, they just don’t know it yet.”
Steve made it to his car, throwing his bag in the back, it falling in a small pile of empty coffee cups. He leapt inside his car and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Ryan said coffee at his place, well then, he meant to keep that date.
Elise
pg13
Buffalo Sabres
Steve Bernier/Ryan Miller
sorry its shortish
Derek watched from the corner and stood up. He was tired of this. Steve was flip flopping, and now seemed to be flirting with jason. Again. Derek stood up, fists clenched, and left the locker room, bag over his shoulder. He saw Ryan waiting patiently outside and was about to walk away when he paused. Derek turned, running back to Ryan. “Don’t do it, man, just walk away.”
“What?” Ryan said, caught off guard.
“Steve isn’t who he seems, Miller.” Derek ran a hand through his hair, dropping his voice, “He’s got a love back in San Jose, and he’s in there right now, flirting with Pommers. He’s a player. Don’t get caught up in it.”
Ryan’s eyes turned blacker than Derek ever saw them before. His fists clenched and he looked off into the distance. Derek sighed, “I’m sorry, Ryan, I am.”
“It’s Milan, isn’t it?” Ryan said sadly, playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Yea, Milan.” Derek said, “and yes, Jason and Steve kissed.”
“I knew it. How could Jason do this to us?” Ryan said softly.
“It’s the new guy’s fault.” Derek said, “I thought we were friends too, but... he’s playing us.”
Ryan nodded and said, “Thanks Derek.”
“I’m just looking out for you, Ryan, we all do.” Derek said, “We all try to.”
Ryan smiled, but it looked like a grimace. He made his way to his car and started it, driving home, alone. Derek watched after him, also upset. At least Ryan would be better this way, without Steve messing with him. The team had tried so hard to get Ryan out of his shell, his mental blocks. He needed to be protected.
Steve looked outside, his bag over his shoulder. He paused, looking around, smile dropping from his face. He was alone in the parking lot. Steve dropped his bag, looking at his feet, fists clenching. He felt humiliated. He’d lost Ryan. Again. He was alone. Again. It seemed that just as he had the elusive goalie in his grasp, he would mess up somehow and lose him. Steve gasped slightly as he felt his eyes burn. At the sound of noise coming, Steve straightened up, taking a deep breath. He turned to see Jason walking out. Jason looked at him and paused. “What are you...?”
Steve shook his head, turning back to the parking lot. Jason ran up to him and said, “Where is Ryan?”
“I don’t know.” Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper.
A car drove up to the two of them, and Jason sighed. He’d forgotten that Derek was giving him a ride home. “Hey... maybe we should go out. Talk it out, drink it out?”
“Why does this happen?” Steve said, “I thought things were going well.”
Derek at this point got out of the car, leaning on the hood, “Hey Steve, do you have a ride?”
Steve looked up at Derek, his face covered in pain. Derek flinched and looked away. “Come on, i’ll drive you home.”
“I’ve got a car.” Steve said, “I know how to get to the hotel.”
Jason tried again, “Steve, come on, lets talk about this.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “You know, Steve, you could just call your precious Milan. Or maybe make out with Pommers some more. Don’t look like such a kicked puppy.”
“Roysie!” Jason scolded.
Steve’s eyes widened, things falling into place. He turned and stepped towards Derek, “What did you say?”
“You heard me.” Derek said, not backing down, despite the height difference.
“I meant to Ryan.” Steve said, his voice calm, serious, and sounding very angry.
Jason’s eyes widened as he heard Derek’s cool response, “I told him to stay away from you, and that you were just playing us. You had ton couer in san Jose.”
Steve glared and hissed out, “You have no idea and had no right. Milan is an incredible person, but he cheated on me, and we’re through. It took a year to get even a shaky friendship back. Yes, I love him, and no, i am not with him, nor will ever be again. Roy, stay away from me.”
“Steve...” Jason started, but Steve began to walk away to his car, yelling obscenities in french.
Derek watched, his stomach sinking, doubting himself. “I know what I heard, Jason.”
“You’ve got it wrong, Roysie...” Jason said quietly, “All wrong. They love each other, Ry and Steve, they just don’t know it yet.”
Steve made it to his car, throwing his bag in the back, it falling in a small pile of empty coffee cups. He leapt inside his car and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Ryan said coffee at his place, well then, he meant to keep that date.