Title: Someday: Chapter Three:Wasting Time
Author: Foxy Finn ([email protected])
Rating: PG-13 for chapter, possibley NC-17 in later parts
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Category: Sports, RPS, NHL, Comire/York, Comrie/Guerin
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Summary:Suppose Bill Guerin hadn't been traded for Anson Carter...
Author's Note: Nope. Not mine. This whole thing is poppycock.

It had started to rain when I went out to my car. I could�ve turned back, but I didn�t.

I caved and called Mike after about five minutes of trying to collect my thoughts on the couch. I called the number he�d given me, and it was a hotel number. I could�ve hung up when the receptionist directed me to his room. But I didn�t. I could�ve hung up on the second ring, but I didn�t.

I called him and he answered.

My side of the conversation wasn�t what I wanted it to be. What I say isn�t usually what I mean to say.

I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. He put things very bluntly when he said why call if you�re not going to come over.

I left a note for Bill, who was still upstairs when I left. I don�t think he�ll care, but I had to come up with something. I wrote I went out with my brother and I didn�t know when I would be back. Would he believe that lie? I don�t know if he�d believe the truth either.

I called my brother when I got in the car.

�Why the hell would I call you?� He asked, �Especially at Bill�s?�

I pulled away from the curb, and into the street as the rain started to sprinkle down. �Just don�t, Paul, okay?�

�Fine, whatever.� Paul paused. �Where are you going, anyway?�

My windshield wipers screeched in the silence. �Nowhere.�

I left my phone in my car, in the glove compartment. I pulled my collar up around my face as I walked into the lobby. Mike was waiting for me.

He smiled, standing off the small couch he�d been sitting on. �That didn�t take too long.�

I shrugged, as he led us to the elevator. I could turn back now, but I didn�t.

�It was just starting to rain.� I said.

He nodded. �What were you doing before you called?�

I pocketed my hands. �Sitting on the couch, thinking way too much.�

He grinned at that. He has a sweet and impish grin, while my grins are very boyish. He seems so much older than me, but maybe that�s because I�m used to everyone around me being older. I think he�s the same way. I read somewhere that he was 17 when he started college.

I felt much overdressed when we got into his hotel room. He was wearing a light blue Rangers shirt and pyjama pants. He was ready for bed, and I was in a long coat and what I had been wearing throughout the day: dark blue slacks and a black t-shirt.

I slipped off my jacket and hung it neatly on the coat rack. When I turned back, he was handing me a drink. I looked at it, then at him.

�I�m driving.� I replied, shaking my head.

He raised his eyebrows. �Well, you�ll have to stay then.�

I smiled, taking the glass. I still stood in the doorway, while he walked to one of the chairs across the room. He stopped and looked at me, noticing I hadn�t moved.

The question that had been burning in the back of my mind since Bill told me who he was finally snuck into my mouth. �Did you know who I was when we met the other night?�

He took a small sip of his drink, before sighing. �Come over here?� He queried me softly; that answered my question. He did know.

But I still went over and sat in the plush chair opposite of him. I�d narrowed my eyes in suspicion, holding my glass tightly in my hand. I really didn�t know what to think.

�Did you come here to ask me that?� He asked.

I nodded.

�I did recognize you.� He paused. �But what I knew about you�is stuff anyone can memorize from a stats book. The reason I didn�t say anything is because I didn�t want to mess anything up.�

I was surprised. He acted so calm when we met, and now he�s sitting here telling me that he was afraid to mess things up. I thought I would be angry, but for some reason I�m not. I think I�m angrier at Bill for telling me first. It would�ve been more honest coming from Mike. I was staring at my glass when Mike�s hand covered mine.

�I won�t be offended if�if you leave.� He let his hand drop away.

I smirked. �No. I�m not as mad as I thought I�d be.�

He frowned. �But you are mad?�

I smiled. �Not mad.�

That made him smile in return. �Good. I actually thought you knew me when we met.�

I shook my head. �Bill told me. I had no idea.�

Mike frowned at me. �Did you tell Bill you were coming here? Is he going to break down the door at any minute and beat me?�

Smirking, I shook my head. �He was upstairs. I just left a note saying I was going out.�

�Don�t you think he�ll care where?� Mike asked.

He was very perceptive. He could see right through my relationship with Bill, right down to the bare bones. No one has ever read me like this, and I�m not careful at all with my emotions. Bill notices, but doesn�t care, when I�m angry with him. He�ll just tell me to get over whatever�s bothering me; tell me, not help me. But then there are times when I think he�d walk the world to solve my problems. Of course, those problems are minor compared to any real emotional issue.

When I finally met Mike�s eyes again, I shrugged. �I really don�t know.�

Rain was starting to fall harder against the window. I turned my head when the spattering picked up. Mike had finished his drink, and had stood to get another from the fridge.

�Do you want another?� He asked. He walked back, reaching out to hand me a tiny vodka bottle.

I turned back, looking up at him. I reached out to take it and our hands brushed. It was one of those silly little incidental touches that make your heartbeat skip. My heart started to beat quicker when he gave me a small grin and walked over to the bed.

He sat down, smiling at me from across the room. �Come here and sit down.�

I did. I was getting good at following orders.

We sat next to each other against the pillows. Our legs brushed and he grinned, before he clinked out glasses together. I smiled, but shyness crept into my look.

�How long have you and Bill been together?� He asked, shifting his weight.

�It will be a year in December.� I replied. �Sometimes it feels much longer than that.�

He nodded, asking if this was my first serious relationship. I can�t talk like this with Bill, because he never appears to be listening. I know he listens, but he just doesn�t let it register. I was talking more with some one I hadn�t known for 24 hours than with some one I lived with.

Mike and I talked most of the night. We talked about hockey, school, injuries, family�everything that Bill avoided like the plague. I didn�t want to think about Bill, but everything Mike and I touched on reminded me of how flawed my relationship with him was. Maybe I was afraid of letting things change, but they did change. Doug was gone, so I thought that Bill would focus more on me. I still haven�t noticed any change.

I yawned, out of the blue. I was tired, and sleepy from the few drinks I had.

Mike smiled at me. �Did you really only come here to ask if I knew who you were?�

I shrugged. �You told me to come over. I thought you�d have a reason.�

A small smile tugged at his lips. I could see him trying to contain it. He sat up setting his glass aside. I sat there, watching him move in almost slow motion. His hand came up and brushed my face; his knuckles caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes when he leaned up to kiss me. I was so lost in it, I didn�t respond.

He sat back, and I could feel his intent eyes on me.

My eyelashes fluttered open, and I smiled.

�I�m glad we both had the same thing in mind.� He smirked, cupping my face.

He kissed me again, deeper this time, before his lips began a trail of kisses down my cheek. He kept going, down my chin and along my neck. Soft, gentle kisses followed as he started to unbutton my shirt and trace down my collar bone. My body wanted this, but my mind couldn�t let it happen.

�Mike?� I asked, softly.

He looked up, failing to hide the look in eyes that told me he didn�t want to stop.

I some how found my voice. �I can�t do this.�

He blinked as he thought, before he sat up next to me. He put his arm around me, letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

�It�s because you have a boyfriend.� He said, airing his thoughts.

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

�He your first serious relationship.� He said, softly, almost with regret.

I scoffed. �He wouldn�t call it serious.�

He laughed, softly. �But it is to you?�

I nodded. I think I nodded.

He settled back, laying down. I moved with him, comfortably curling up at his side. Bill�s legs are so much longer than mine, but Mike and I were equal. This was very relaxing, and I was very tired.

�You care about him?� Mike�s fingers curled in my hair.

I yawned as I nodded. �I just don�t understand him. He�s not like anyone else I�ve ever been with. One minute, I think he�s listening, and the next he�s forgotten everything I just said. One minute, I think he loves me�� I trailed off. �And the next he�s in bed with some one else.�

Mike�s hand stopped moving. �He cheats on you?�

I didn�t say anything. My eyelids were really heavy, and I was tired from thinking all day. I didn�t want to think anymore.

I felt Mike press his lips against my forehead as I drifted to sleep.

�He doesn�t deserve you.� I heard Mike say.

Well, that�s something I already knew.

-End Chapter Three