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title: I have no title, tell me what you think in the comments. For now, call this the "pommers/zee" fic.
pairing/teams: Buffalo Sabres/Boston Bruins: Jason Pominville/Zdeno Chara
warnings: none for this chapter. Future violence, perhaps. Maybe angst. whatever. a normal Elise fic.
Jason checked his bag at the counter, holding onto his reservation at the hotel front desk. He bit his thumb nail, nervous. It had just been announced that he was going to be the captain of the Sabres. Full-time status. His responsibilities would not be shared. In celebration, Lindy had sent him to a conference, to meet with other captains. He didn’t know that captains had done this as a tradition, in the name of inter team relations. Jason rolled his eyes, he’d rather be focusing on his own team, and getting back to training camp.
Jason looked at his key, going towards his room. He had a lot on his mind lately. With the new responsibility, he’d been getting a lot of phone calls. It seemed as if everyone wanted to congratulate him, and also give their support. Most people said that he was the obvious choice. Jason didn’t think so. He felt young and inexperienced. He didn’t feel like he could bring anything to the table. Jason’s shoulders hunched and he dropped his head.
Arriving at his room, he fumbled with the key, it being denied. Frustrated, Jason kicked the wall, albeit lightly. There was a soft chuckle behind him and Jason looked up, ready to tell off whomever was delighting in his misery. Jason came face to face with a chest. His eyes traveled up and he found himself looking into the face of his division rival, Zdeno Chara. Zdeno had a smirk on his face and presumptiously took the keycard. “First time?” The taller man said, teasing.
Jason sighed and forced a smile. “Can I have my card back?”
Zdeno shook his head, swiping the card and pushing Jason’s door open with ease. Jason rolled his eyes, taking back the card and stepping inside. Zdeno clicked his tongue and said, “Your welcome, Little one.”
Jason glared and opened his mouth to reply, but Zdeno had turned, opening the door to his own room, adjacent to Jason’s. Jason clenched his mouth shut and slammed his door. He had flown through too many airports, and gotten too little sleep to get here. The last thing the power forward needed was Chara not only mocking him, but being his neighbor as well.
Once inside, Jason picked up the phone, dialing Derek Roy’s number. He knew it by heart. Derek was his best friend. After a few rings, Derek answered, “Why aren’t you using your cell phone?”
“How’d you know it was me?” Jason said, kicking his shoes off and lying on his bed, belly down.
“Well, everyone else texts, and I knew once you’d get in, you’d be calling.” Derek smiled, “Rough flight?”
Jason sighed, “I’m too predictable.”
“Yes.” Derek said, “Now tell me why you’re stressed out. Are you doubting yourself again?”
“No.” Jason said, quietly, both men knowing the lie.
Jason rolled his eyes as he heard Derek sigh before he began again, “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Fine. I don’t think I should be here. And nor do the others.”
“What others?” Derek said, getting defensive, “Who? We’ll destroy them this season.”
“You’re not a hitman, Derek. Nor are our teammates.” Jason said, as if speaking to a child, “We will win by working hard and playing the system.”
“Right. Like the past few years.” Derek’s voice sounded like he was grinning, “Tell me who bothered you, and i’ll board them.”
“Chara.” Jason said, smirking as he heard Derek inhale sharply.
“Ok, Ok, fair enough,” Derek said, “It’ll take a few of us to take him down.”
“No one is taking down anyone.” Jason said.
“So the giant big bad bruin is giving you trouble?” Derek said, trying to get back to the original point.
Jason flipped onto his back, shutting his eyes, wishing it were night time. “He’s not giving me trouble, he’s just making it clear that I’m a fish out of water. I reek of newbie.”
Derek laughed and said, “Just give Chara crap back. If he tries to beat on you, he’d be humiliated. You’re a little guy. It’d be an unfair contest. He’d be branded a bully.”
“Why do I call you?” Jason said, his sour mood returning.
“You miss me. Now make nice with the other captains. Us lesser players are getting together for dinner.”
“I want to go to dinner, too. Not be here.”
“Ask Chara.”
“Hanging up now...” Jason said.
“Wait! Wait!” Derek said, “Promise me that you’ll give this thing a try and stop berating yourself. You deserve captaincy, Jason.”
Jason paused then nodded. “Yeah, Yeah, I’ll give it my best.”
“That’s my lady byng.” Derek said, chuckling.
Jason growled, slamming the phone on the receiver. He slammed his head back onto the pillow. There was a knock on his door and Jason looked over. He sighed, pushing himself up. Trudging over, Jason thought briefly about ignoring it and going to sleep. Opening the door, Jason fought the urge to frown. “Chara.”
Zdeno stood outside and gave a small wave. Jason, despite himself, smiled and waved back. Grinning, the taller captain beckoned Jason to follow him. Jason shook his head, “No. I have to wait for my bags, and I want to unpack.”
Zdeno shook his head, “They bring your bags in for you. You have time. Come.”
Jason crossed his arms, “Why? So you can tease me some more?”
Zdeno laughed, his voice deep and low. “Come little one. It take only moment.”
Jason rolled his eyes and grabbed his key card. He followed after the slovakian, questioning himself. “You know, my name is Jason.”
Zdeno ignored him, opening his own door. Jason froze, eyebrow quirking. “Right. I should be going. I’ve got to unpack.”
Zdeno turned and his demeanor changed. His voice was no longer silently amused, teasing. His eyes were softer, and seemed to mask a plea. Zdeno cleared his throat, and Jason was surprised to see that his confidence was shaky. Jason waited, unfolding his arms, opening his body language. Zdeno said, “I want talk. A drink. Meet you.”
“You met me an few minutes ago.” Jason said.
“And you slam door at me.” Zdeno said. He turned, walking into his room but making it clear that the invitation had been revoked, “Some other time, yes?”
Jason was about to answer but Zdeno shut the door, quietly. Jason frowned, confused at their interaction. He could tell english was a struggle for the other man, so perhaps something was lost in translation, or the cultural barriers and fine details were masked.
Sighing, Jason turned, seeing his bags being brought up. He grinned and walked to door. “Finally,” Jason muttered to himself, “I can unpack and relax.”
Taking out his keycard, Jason once again, couldn’t make the door unlock. He sighed and banged his head on the door, glad Zdeno wasn’t watching him.
pairing/teams: Buffalo Sabres/Boston Bruins: Jason Pominville/Zdeno Chara
warnings: none for this chapter. Future violence, perhaps. Maybe angst. whatever. a normal Elise fic.
Jason checked his bag at the counter, holding onto his reservation at the hotel front desk. He bit his thumb nail, nervous. It had just been announced that he was going to be the captain of the Sabres. Full-time status. His responsibilities would not be shared. In celebration, Lindy had sent him to a conference, to meet with other captains. He didn’t know that captains had done this as a tradition, in the name of inter team relations. Jason rolled his eyes, he’d rather be focusing on his own team, and getting back to training camp.
Jason looked at his key, going towards his room. He had a lot on his mind lately. With the new responsibility, he’d been getting a lot of phone calls. It seemed as if everyone wanted to congratulate him, and also give their support. Most people said that he was the obvious choice. Jason didn’t think so. He felt young and inexperienced. He didn’t feel like he could bring anything to the table. Jason’s shoulders hunched and he dropped his head.
Arriving at his room, he fumbled with the key, it being denied. Frustrated, Jason kicked the wall, albeit lightly. There was a soft chuckle behind him and Jason looked up, ready to tell off whomever was delighting in his misery. Jason came face to face with a chest. His eyes traveled up and he found himself looking into the face of his division rival, Zdeno Chara. Zdeno had a smirk on his face and presumptiously took the keycard. “First time?” The taller man said, teasing.
Jason sighed and forced a smile. “Can I have my card back?”
Zdeno shook his head, swiping the card and pushing Jason’s door open with ease. Jason rolled his eyes, taking back the card and stepping inside. Zdeno clicked his tongue and said, “Your welcome, Little one.”
Jason glared and opened his mouth to reply, but Zdeno had turned, opening the door to his own room, adjacent to Jason’s. Jason clenched his mouth shut and slammed his door. He had flown through too many airports, and gotten too little sleep to get here. The last thing the power forward needed was Chara not only mocking him, but being his neighbor as well.
Once inside, Jason picked up the phone, dialing Derek Roy’s number. He knew it by heart. Derek was his best friend. After a few rings, Derek answered, “Why aren’t you using your cell phone?”
“How’d you know it was me?” Jason said, kicking his shoes off and lying on his bed, belly down.
“Well, everyone else texts, and I knew once you’d get in, you’d be calling.” Derek smiled, “Rough flight?”
Jason sighed, “I’m too predictable.”
“Yes.” Derek said, “Now tell me why you’re stressed out. Are you doubting yourself again?”
“No.” Jason said, quietly, both men knowing the lie.
Jason rolled his eyes as he heard Derek sigh before he began again, “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Fine. I don’t think I should be here. And nor do the others.”
“What others?” Derek said, getting defensive, “Who? We’ll destroy them this season.”
“You’re not a hitman, Derek. Nor are our teammates.” Jason said, as if speaking to a child, “We will win by working hard and playing the system.”
“Right. Like the past few years.” Derek’s voice sounded like he was grinning, “Tell me who bothered you, and i’ll board them.”
“Chara.” Jason said, smirking as he heard Derek inhale sharply.
“Ok, Ok, fair enough,” Derek said, “It’ll take a few of us to take him down.”
“No one is taking down anyone.” Jason said.
“So the giant big bad bruin is giving you trouble?” Derek said, trying to get back to the original point.
Jason flipped onto his back, shutting his eyes, wishing it were night time. “He’s not giving me trouble, he’s just making it clear that I’m a fish out of water. I reek of newbie.”
Derek laughed and said, “Just give Chara crap back. If he tries to beat on you, he’d be humiliated. You’re a little guy. It’d be an unfair contest. He’d be branded a bully.”
“Why do I call you?” Jason said, his sour mood returning.
“You miss me. Now make nice with the other captains. Us lesser players are getting together for dinner.”
“I want to go to dinner, too. Not be here.”
“Ask Chara.”
“Hanging up now...” Jason said.
“Wait! Wait!” Derek said, “Promise me that you’ll give this thing a try and stop berating yourself. You deserve captaincy, Jason.”
Jason paused then nodded. “Yeah, Yeah, I’ll give it my best.”
“That’s my lady byng.” Derek said, chuckling.
Jason growled, slamming the phone on the receiver. He slammed his head back onto the pillow. There was a knock on his door and Jason looked over. He sighed, pushing himself up. Trudging over, Jason thought briefly about ignoring it and going to sleep. Opening the door, Jason fought the urge to frown. “Chara.”
Zdeno stood outside and gave a small wave. Jason, despite himself, smiled and waved back. Grinning, the taller captain beckoned Jason to follow him. Jason shook his head, “No. I have to wait for my bags, and I want to unpack.”
Zdeno shook his head, “They bring your bags in for you. You have time. Come.”
Jason crossed his arms, “Why? So you can tease me some more?”
Zdeno laughed, his voice deep and low. “Come little one. It take only moment.”
Jason rolled his eyes and grabbed his key card. He followed after the slovakian, questioning himself. “You know, my name is Jason.”
Zdeno ignored him, opening his own door. Jason froze, eyebrow quirking. “Right. I should be going. I’ve got to unpack.”
Zdeno turned and his demeanor changed. His voice was no longer silently amused, teasing. His eyes were softer, and seemed to mask a plea. Zdeno cleared his throat, and Jason was surprised to see that his confidence was shaky. Jason waited, unfolding his arms, opening his body language. Zdeno said, “I want talk. A drink. Meet you.”
“You met me an few minutes ago.” Jason said.
“And you slam door at me.” Zdeno said. He turned, walking into his room but making it clear that the invitation had been revoked, “Some other time, yes?”
Jason was about to answer but Zdeno shut the door, quietly. Jason frowned, confused at their interaction. He could tell english was a struggle for the other man, so perhaps something was lost in translation, or the cultural barriers and fine details were masked.
Sighing, Jason turned, seeing his bags being brought up. He grinned and walked to door. “Finally,” Jason muttered to himself, “I can unpack and relax.”
Taking out his keycard, Jason once again, couldn’t make the door unlock. He sighed and banged his head on the door, glad Zdeno wasn’t watching him.