OK - SO I have never posted a fic here before. I only have two but they're over at SD-1. But since this board seems to have a large amount of S/V fans I figured I would post it here as well. Hope you don't think it sucks...if you do...my bad.
Chapter 1
Weekly hockey games had been a part of Michael Vaughn’s life for as long as he could remember. He had been part of various leagues and teams since childhood. He played for town teams, work teams, school teams; just about any team that would let him play. The terms “letting him play” might be taking a bit far, since he was a great player. He didn’t like to think of himself as someone who “carried” a team. In his eyes the old saying “There’s no ‘I’ in team” certainly applied.
So, it was no coincidence that he found himself arriving at the rink for yet another game. The opposing team was one he had never faced before. In fact, he had never even heard of them before. When he entered the building he found the other team already on the ice warming up. He watched the other players for a few moments trying to size up the competition before getting himself ready.
The other team skated around mostly passing the puck and just generally warming up but one player stood out. He was fast. Really fast.
‘This guy could have been a speed skater!’ He thought.
He skated his way to the goal, faked a shot forcing the goalie to one side and easily flipped the puck in the net. He then stopped short, reclaimed the puck and skated off. He wore one of those masks that hid his entire face – some people like them – they say they tone down the glare from the ice.
Vaughn tore his eyes away and went to the locker room to get himself ready.
About halfway through the first period the bench for Vaughn’s team was buzzing about the “fast kid.” Every time he would whiz by some would grumble saying, “he’s not that fast,” or they would let out some sort of expletive in awe.
Somewhere in the third period the “fast kid” scored a goal on Vaughn’s team, effectively putting their lead up by 2. In the process of doing this, he also skated in front of one of Vaughn’s teammates, Steve, forcing him to fall. Needless to say Steve wasn’t impressed. By the time he pulled himself off the ice the fast kid was skating by Vaughn’s team’s bench. Before he even knew what hit him the “fast kid” was slammed into the boards and took one of Steve’s punches to the gut. The kid fought back and was able to land a solid punch to Steve’s face.
Before Steve could throw another punch he was pushed back to the ice by the goalie from the other team. He looked up angrily at the goalie who had a stern expression etched on his face, as he had thrown his mask on the ice.
“Back off!” The goalie yelled.
By now, both teams had gathered around and were watching, waiting for more fighting. After yelling the goalie turned around and helped the “fast kid” up and they skated off together, as if nothing had happened.
Vaughn’s team watched them skating to their bench.
“J. Bristow and S. Bristow.” Eric Weiss, the goalie for Vaughn’s team said. “They must be brothers.”
Vaughn grumbled as he helped Steve up. “No wonder he was so pissed. You tried to take out his brother.”
“He tripped me!” Steve argued.
“He skates so damn fast I don’t even know how you saw him!” Weiss said as he made his way back to the net.
The game continued without incident and in the end Vaughn’s team lost by one. It was a bummer, but he didn’t let it get him down. As he was walking out of the rink he caught sight of the most beautiful girl…well, woman he had ever seen.
She was about his age, maybe 20, with long brown hair and God help him, the longest legs he had ever seen. She was wearing a plaid skirt that barely came to her mid thigh, tastefully, with a pair of low top Converse All Stars. She also wore a blue corduroy coat with a sheepskin lining on top of what looked like a soft, white cashmere sweater.
He was barely standing 15 feet away from her, basically just staring, when Weiss found him.
“Dude, you’re drooling.” He deadpanned.
Vaughn shook his head slightly trying to regain some focus. “Sorry.” He mumbled, barely able to take his eyes off her.
“Don’t be, she’s pretty damn hot. What the hell is she doing here?” He laughed.
Just then a guy about their age came out of the locker rooms and approached her.
“Hey kiddo, you ready?” He asked cheerfully.
She looked up and smiled at him. Vaughn thought he might have a small heart attack, looking at her smile. He thought she was gorgeous before but now that he had seen that smile he was sure he could die a happy man.
She nodded and pushed herself off of the wall she hand been leaning on and walked next to the guy who had approached her. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her tight to him. As the pair walked away all Vaughn could see was the guy’s jacket, which read: ‘Bristow’ across the back.
Chapter 1
Weekly hockey games had been a part of Michael Vaughn’s life for as long as he could remember. He had been part of various leagues and teams since childhood. He played for town teams, work teams, school teams; just about any team that would let him play. The terms “letting him play” might be taking a bit far, since he was a great player. He didn’t like to think of himself as someone who “carried” a team. In his eyes the old saying “There’s no ‘I’ in team” certainly applied.
So, it was no coincidence that he found himself arriving at the rink for yet another game. The opposing team was one he had never faced before. In fact, he had never even heard of them before. When he entered the building he found the other team already on the ice warming up. He watched the other players for a few moments trying to size up the competition before getting himself ready.
The other team skated around mostly passing the puck and just generally warming up but one player stood out. He was fast. Really fast.
‘This guy could have been a speed skater!’ He thought.
He skated his way to the goal, faked a shot forcing the goalie to one side and easily flipped the puck in the net. He then stopped short, reclaimed the puck and skated off. He wore one of those masks that hid his entire face – some people like them – they say they tone down the glare from the ice.
Vaughn tore his eyes away and went to the locker room to get himself ready.
About halfway through the first period the bench for Vaughn’s team was buzzing about the “fast kid.” Every time he would whiz by some would grumble saying, “he’s not that fast,” or they would let out some sort of expletive in awe.
Somewhere in the third period the “fast kid” scored a goal on Vaughn’s team, effectively putting their lead up by 2. In the process of doing this, he also skated in front of one of Vaughn’s teammates, Steve, forcing him to fall. Needless to say Steve wasn’t impressed. By the time he pulled himself off the ice the fast kid was skating by Vaughn’s team’s bench. Before he even knew what hit him the “fast kid” was slammed into the boards and took one of Steve’s punches to the gut. The kid fought back and was able to land a solid punch to Steve’s face.
Before Steve could throw another punch he was pushed back to the ice by the goalie from the other team. He looked up angrily at the goalie who had a stern expression etched on his face, as he had thrown his mask on the ice.
“Back off!” The goalie yelled.
By now, both teams had gathered around and were watching, waiting for more fighting. After yelling the goalie turned around and helped the “fast kid” up and they skated off together, as if nothing had happened.
Vaughn’s team watched them skating to their bench.
“J. Bristow and S. Bristow.” Eric Weiss, the goalie for Vaughn’s team said. “They must be brothers.”
Vaughn grumbled as he helped Steve up. “No wonder he was so pissed. You tried to take out his brother.”
“He tripped me!” Steve argued.
“He skates so damn fast I don’t even know how you saw him!” Weiss said as he made his way back to the net.
The game continued without incident and in the end Vaughn’s team lost by one. It was a bummer, but he didn’t let it get him down. As he was walking out of the rink he caught sight of the most beautiful girl…well, woman he had ever seen.
She was about his age, maybe 20, with long brown hair and God help him, the longest legs he had ever seen. She was wearing a plaid skirt that barely came to her mid thigh, tastefully, with a pair of low top Converse All Stars. She also wore a blue corduroy coat with a sheepskin lining on top of what looked like a soft, white cashmere sweater.
He was barely standing 15 feet away from her, basically just staring, when Weiss found him.
“Dude, you’re drooling.” He deadpanned.
Vaughn shook his head slightly trying to regain some focus. “Sorry.” He mumbled, barely able to take his eyes off her.
“Don’t be, she’s pretty damn hot. What the hell is she doing here?” He laughed.
Just then a guy about their age came out of the locker rooms and approached her.
“Hey kiddo, you ready?” He asked cheerfully.
She looked up and smiled at him. Vaughn thought he might have a small heart attack, looking at her smile. He thought she was gorgeous before but now that he had seen that smile he was sure he could die a happy man.
She nodded and pushed herself off of the wall she hand been leaning on and walked next to the guy who had approached her. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her tight to him. As the pair walked away all Vaughn could see was the guy’s jacket, which read: ‘Bristow’ across the back.
