Drabbles

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Title: Second Star
Rating: PG
A/N: Brad/Vinny, from Brad's POV.


I’ve resigned myself to this station so long ago I don’t know why I’m angry about it anymore. “Vinny...you score the goals. I get the assists. That’s just the way it is.”

“No.”

“No?”

His breath is shaky, like he is trying to hold back tears or something. “The only reason I try so hard…is for you. I’ve only wanted to be the best because I thought you wouldn’t want me otherwise.”

No fucking way I can stay mad after that. I hug him tightly, but still, in the back of my mind…what would happen if I let go?

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Title: Quiet Time
Rating: G
A/N: Because Chrissy wanted.


I look down at my feet, absently thinking how white they look in the moonlight. They are milky, sea foam white. They are-

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” I whisper softly.

“So you made a fucking mistake. It happens. Tomorrow, go talk to him and apologize. I’m sure it will be okay.”

I nod mutely and hear him sigh. The next thing I know I am pulled into bed and into his arms. I feel him kiss my cheek.

“I think you should shave.”

“Oh shut up, Vinny.”

“No, really. You need to shave.”

Brad laughs. “As you wish.”

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Title: Holding Out
Rating: R
Players: Staios, Comrie
A/N: Um...I mentioned something in my LJ the other day that spawned much fear...and with Mike becoming extraneous, I thought it'd be a nice going away present.


Mike peered at the letter suspiciously. From Steve Staios; to Mike Comrie. Mike hadn’t contacted anyone from the Oilers since summer started. So why now? Was Steve trying to convince him to return to Edmonton?

The only thing to do was open the letter, so Mike did. Inside was a folded-up note and a smaller envelope. Mike unfolded the note first.

“Still holding out? Bet you can’t hold a candle to this.”

Curious, Mike opened the little envelope. Out came a photo. Mike looked at it and shrieked.

Somewhere in Edmonton, Steve grinned smugly and put away his sparkly thong.

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Title: Room Decor
Rating: G
Players: Brad Richards, Nik Khabibulin
A/N: Because it had to be done yo.


“Mirrored ceilings?” Nik raises an eyebrow. “More room for all your visitors? What visitors?”

I scowl. “I have friends! And Vinny wanted mirrored ceilings too!”

“But Vinny isn’t a bald rat. Although, that shirt…”

I roll my eyes. “I told you. The stylist gave it to him, he doesn’t own it.”

“Sure.” Nik smirks and goes back to dressing.

I sigh. No one gets it. All I wanted was a bigger place for both Vinny and me to live in. Because I love him, ugly shirt and all. And the mirrored ceilings?

“It would have been so cool,” I whisper.

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Title: Construction
Pairing: Surprise. :)
Rating: G
A/N: Inspired by IHC, and an old promo pic of Patrick Roy.


“Come on Patty, for old time’s sake?”

“This is stupid. You know this. I won’t do it.”

I sigh. Ever since he retired, we’ve seen each other less and less. And now, on the rare occasions we are able to meet, he’s become such an old grouch. Absolutely no fun at all.

“You’re such a child, old man.”

“Then satisfy the child in me. Please?”

Patrick sighs, but puts the hard hat on. "Happy now?"

I smile and pull him to me, kissing him lightly. "Thank you."

Patrick can't hide his amusement. "I love you Chris Chelios."