Hit or miss ten
Hit or Miss PART TEN
by Elise
Chapter ten
Zdeno watched as Jason silently shut his phone, eyes unfocused, biting on his thumb nail. He leaned up on his elbows from the bed. His body still hurt, and Jason was watching him like a hawk. If he wasn't running around serving Zdeno, he was running around trying to reach Derek. Zdeno tried to supress a moan as he slowly began to sit up. Jason's head snapped up and he stood, but Zdeno waved him off. "I am capable." Zdeno said softly.
Jason smiled softly, "I know. I just want to-"
"Help, I know you do, little one." Zdeno smiled in encouragement. "Who was that?"
"It was Petey. He didn't find Derek either." Jason sighed, raising his hands in the air, showing his hopelessness.
Zdeno raised one of his hands, beckoning the other. Jason slowly stood up, walking over to Zdeno, then laying down beside him. Zdeno looked down, his hand gently stroking Jason's side. "He'll return."
Shutting his eyes, Jason shrugged, "He's got a lot to answer for."
Zdeno knew that Jason was trying to be strong. Zdeno marvelled slightly at how easily he could read him. "I don't blame him for what he did, Jason. He was trying to help, and just lost his cool."
Opening his eyes, Jason reached out and placed his hand on Zdeno's forearm. He began to idly play with Zdeno's watch. "The thing is... Derek doesn't lose his cool. He may lose his temper, occasionally, but that's on the ice. In real life? He tries to joke around, be there for his friends..."
"He lost someone he loves. Let him heal." Zdeno said, echoing Marc's words to Derek.
Jason solumnly nodded, gently pulling at Zdeno's arm. Zdeno complied, lying down, their legs tangling. Jason visibly relaxed. "I just want him to be alright, to see that you're alright. I mean, i'm mad too. He could have seriously injured you."
Zdeno shook his head, "I'm made of rock, Jason, impossible."
Jason didn't smile, but instead said softly, "You weren't rock when i saw those men hit you, Zee. I wasn't fast enough."
The statement made Zdeno's eyes blaze and he rolled over, pinning Jason to the bed. Jason avoided the strong gaze, but Zdeno moved his head, staring into Jason's hurting ones. Leaning down, Zdeno brushed his lips across Jason's, whispering, "Thank you...".
Jason's face began to turn red and he shook slightly. "I... I..."
Zdeno kissed Jason again, chastely, breathing in deeply. "It is not your fault. You saved me. I could have died out there, and you saved me."
Jason opened his eyes and pulled Zdeno closer, initiating another kiss, but this one deeper. Smiling, Zdeno returned the kiss, feeling Jason's hands on his lower back, crushing their bodies together. Jason froze slightly, pulling back. "Are you... well enough to...? We can stop..."
Zdeno growled, "Consider it physical therapy."
Adam Roy, older brother of Derek, sighed. He leaned against the door frame to his brother's childhood room. His brother was passed out in the bed, with a glass of water and two aspirins beside him on a table for morning. Adam knew he'd have to go downstairs and explain to his family why he had brought home his drunken brother, and what Derek was doing in Ottawa, and not Buffalo. Adam was the only one who knew of Derek's last boyfriend. The second he had heard the news on Zdeno, he'd spent all of his free time trying to reach Derek. He even called during work between clients, knowing that he could lose his job at the bank. Shaking his head, Adam said softly, "What am I going to do with you? Does anyone even know you're here?"
Walking downstairs, Adam put on a smile. He saw both parents, poorly attempting to look indifferent. His father was watching soccer, and his mother was reading a book. "Derek's fine... just a little drunk."
His father, still attempting to look like he wasn't worried, said, "It's not even a weekend."
"Yes, he definitely shouldn't be drinking during the school week," his mother chimed in.
"Give him some time, don't harass him, ok?" Adam said, "Things are fine."
Shifting in his seat, his father said, "Of course. He'd tell us otherwise."
"Of course." Adam echoed, "I'm going to stay the night, ok?"
"Fresh linens are on the second floor, Adam," his mother said, "We'll talk to Derek in the morning."
Shaking his head, Adam said, "I got this one. I think it's about a girlfriend, Mom, and... he'd rather talk to me."
Both parents accepted the answer, returning to what they were doing. Adam walked towards the front of his house, picking up Derek's bag. Once out of ear shot of his family, he searched for Derek's phone in the bag. Picking it up, he dialed the last number.
by Elise
Chapter ten
Zdeno watched as Jason silently shut his phone, eyes unfocused, biting on his thumb nail. He leaned up on his elbows from the bed. His body still hurt, and Jason was watching him like a hawk. If he wasn't running around serving Zdeno, he was running around trying to reach Derek. Zdeno tried to supress a moan as he slowly began to sit up. Jason's head snapped up and he stood, but Zdeno waved him off. "I am capable." Zdeno said softly.
Jason smiled softly, "I know. I just want to-"
"Help, I know you do, little one." Zdeno smiled in encouragement. "Who was that?"
"It was Petey. He didn't find Derek either." Jason sighed, raising his hands in the air, showing his hopelessness.
Zdeno raised one of his hands, beckoning the other. Jason slowly stood up, walking over to Zdeno, then laying down beside him. Zdeno looked down, his hand gently stroking Jason's side. "He'll return."
Shutting his eyes, Jason shrugged, "He's got a lot to answer for."
Zdeno knew that Jason was trying to be strong. Zdeno marvelled slightly at how easily he could read him. "I don't blame him for what he did, Jason. He was trying to help, and just lost his cool."
Opening his eyes, Jason reached out and placed his hand on Zdeno's forearm. He began to idly play with Zdeno's watch. "The thing is... Derek doesn't lose his cool. He may lose his temper, occasionally, but that's on the ice. In real life? He tries to joke around, be there for his friends..."
"He lost someone he loves. Let him heal." Zdeno said, echoing Marc's words to Derek.
Jason solumnly nodded, gently pulling at Zdeno's arm. Zdeno complied, lying down, their legs tangling. Jason visibly relaxed. "I just want him to be alright, to see that you're alright. I mean, i'm mad too. He could have seriously injured you."
Zdeno shook his head, "I'm made of rock, Jason, impossible."
Jason didn't smile, but instead said softly, "You weren't rock when i saw those men hit you, Zee. I wasn't fast enough."
The statement made Zdeno's eyes blaze and he rolled over, pinning Jason to the bed. Jason avoided the strong gaze, but Zdeno moved his head, staring into Jason's hurting ones. Leaning down, Zdeno brushed his lips across Jason's, whispering, "Thank you...".
Jason's face began to turn red and he shook slightly. "I... I..."
Zdeno kissed Jason again, chastely, breathing in deeply. "It is not your fault. You saved me. I could have died out there, and you saved me."
Jason opened his eyes and pulled Zdeno closer, initiating another kiss, but this one deeper. Smiling, Zdeno returned the kiss, feeling Jason's hands on his lower back, crushing their bodies together. Jason froze slightly, pulling back. "Are you... well enough to...? We can stop..."
Zdeno growled, "Consider it physical therapy."
Adam Roy, older brother of Derek, sighed. He leaned against the door frame to his brother's childhood room. His brother was passed out in the bed, with a glass of water and two aspirins beside him on a table for morning. Adam knew he'd have to go downstairs and explain to his family why he had brought home his drunken brother, and what Derek was doing in Ottawa, and not Buffalo. Adam was the only one who knew of Derek's last boyfriend. The second he had heard the news on Zdeno, he'd spent all of his free time trying to reach Derek. He even called during work between clients, knowing that he could lose his job at the bank. Shaking his head, Adam said softly, "What am I going to do with you? Does anyone even know you're here?"
Walking downstairs, Adam put on a smile. He saw both parents, poorly attempting to look indifferent. His father was watching soccer, and his mother was reading a book. "Derek's fine... just a little drunk."
His father, still attempting to look like he wasn't worried, said, "It's not even a weekend."
"Yes, he definitely shouldn't be drinking during the school week," his mother chimed in.
"Give him some time, don't harass him, ok?" Adam said, "Things are fine."
Shifting in his seat, his father said, "Of course. He'd tell us otherwise."
"Of course." Adam echoed, "I'm going to stay the night, ok?"
"Fresh linens are on the second floor, Adam," his mother said, "We'll talk to Derek in the morning."
Shaking his head, Adam said, "I got this one. I think it's about a girlfriend, Mom, and... he'd rather talk to me."
Both parents accepted the answer, returning to what they were doing. Adam walked towards the front of his house, picking up Derek's bag. Once out of ear shot of his family, he searched for Derek's phone in the bag. Picking it up, he dialed the last number.