Hockey Fic: What Are Friends For?
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nofavesAuthor: Michelle, a.k.a. nofaves
Rating: G
Genre: Gen fic, strictly friendship. I'm not responsible for anyone else's interpretation, though...
Players: Sidney Crosby, Colby Armstrong
Summary: Inspired by the Post-Gazette article last week, where Colby mentioned that Sid had called him. All dialogue.
Author's note: My first hockey!fic. Comments make Michelle a happy writer!
What Are Friends For?
“Hey, buddy, how’s it hangin’?”
“Good here. How’s the weather in
“Sunny and clear! In fact, I just got back from my morning run—”
“At three in the afternoon?”
“Oh, that’s
“Yeah, sure, Army…”
“Can’t get anything past you, can I?”
“You forget, dude: I know you.” ... “Seriously, though – everything’s OK?”
“With me or with you? Wait – forget I said that. I don’t know what I’m saying. I think the sun’s getting to me. You know, penguins need ice to keep their brains cool…”
“You’re rambling, Colbs. You only do that when something’s on your mind.”
“Guess you got your answer then. Like I said. Can’t get anything past you.”
“Colby—”
“Spit it out, Sid. What are you getting at?”
“I don’t know how to put this…”
“Just say it. You found a new best friend. You met a girl and the two of you are eloping next week. You signed another extension and they’re giving you half-interest in the team and making you assistant GM—”
“Army…”
“Sorry, Sid, I was wrong. They’re giving you Shero’s job – and your first move is signing me to a twenty-year deal—”
“Colby, SHUT UP!”
“Oui, mon capitaine. Shutting up.”
“Listen, I talked to Mario a couple of days ago.”
“Sid, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.”
“It’s not that. It’s not like I asked him to pull strings, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
…
“Army?”
“Go ahead, Sid.”
“I asked him about the arbitration process. It’s something I’m obviously not familiar with—”
“Obviously.”
…
“Sorry, Sid. Didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
“It’s OK. Anyways, Mario said that he’d never been involved as a player in an actual hearing, but that he has a couple of friends who have, and he got me in touch with one of them. Figured I could pick up some tips – what to say, what not to say…”
“Yeah…?”
“Geez, this is tougher than I thought… I don’t want to tell you your business, or interfere with your plans, or get in between you and your agent.”
“Oh, I’m sure Craig’ll be grateful for that! He’s not really into threesomes.”
“And there’s the Army we all know and love!”
“Shhh. If that tidbit makes the papers, next thing they’ll be saying is that we’re picking out His and His towels. Sorry. Rambling again. What did Mario’s friend say?”
“That’s really why I called. He said that if he could do it all over again, he’d have taken the deal on the table. Said that on the day of the hearing, he walked into that room feeling good about himself, but by the time he left, he wondered why he’d chosen hockey as a profession – wondered if he really were good enough. They trashed him to his face, then expected everything to be OK the next season.”
“Sid—”
“Now I don’t know the details, or the plans you and Craig have about your future…”
“Sid—”
“I just don’t want to see you go into this blind; not knowing what you’d be up against…”
“Sid, SHUT UP!”
“Oui, mon frere. Shutting up.”
“You’re a day late and a dollar short. Deal’s done. Craig faxed me the papers last night; it’ll prob be announced Thursday. You want details?”
“Sure, buddy!”
“Twenty-five years, three hundred mil, they retire my ‘20’ after my last game. And they offered me the naming rights to the new rink, but I turned ‘em down. Didn’t much like the sound of ‘Armstrong Arena’.”
…
“Sid, are you being strangled?”
“No! Just choking to death on my lunch! Thanks so much!”
“Hey, what are friends for?”
“Well, it’s good to hear that you won’t need my advice. Glad everything worked out for you.”
“Me too, buddy. But hey, it’s not wasted – I’ll be doing all this again in two years.”
“Nahh. By then, they’ll be offering you that other deal! But next time, take the naming rights.”
…
“Sid?”
“Yeah, Arm?”
“You’re gonna make one helluva captain.” … “You still there?”
“Yeah… Thanks, Colby.”
“Like I said. What are friends for?”
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Date: 2007-07-16 08:56 pm (UTC)And since I stumbled upon this from i_wanna_puck, I would just like to state that your layout makes me squeal beyond imagination.
:D!
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Date: 2007-07-17 02:41 am (UTC)But thanks for your kind words, both for the story and for my LJ-in-progress!
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Date: 2007-07-17 03:06 am (UTC)Thanks, although I'm sure I could do much better with programs that didn't come free with my digital camera 4 years ago, however. :-P
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Date: 2007-07-16 09:44 pm (UTC)“Oui, mon capitaine. Shutting up.”
“Oui, mon frere. Shutting up.”
Priceless!
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Date: 2007-07-17 02:45 am (UTC)In case you don't know, the fine gentlemen in this icon are the Colby and Sidney I wrote about. They are absolute love, no?
Thanks for reading and sliding me the love!
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Date: 2007-07-17 12:23 pm (UTC)*Takes off her slash goggles when looking at Mac's icon...* I don't think you meant for me to see that in THAT light... or DID you...
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Date: 2007-07-18 03:22 am (UTC)That's right -- TWO smokin' hot hockey players!
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Date: 2007-07-17 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-17 09:16 am (UTC)