Chapter 81: Patty IX

The Way it Works Sometimes

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A/N: Also Jad especially for you!

And the incident with Patrick and the puck really happened but not against the Canucks.

Chapter 81: Patty IX—The Way it Works Sometimes

Buccigross: Cooooooooming up on NHL 2Nite, Spooky happenings on this Halloween, (Camera shot: Of a group of glass side fans in ghoulish costumes and a maskless fan in between holding a napkin to his bleeding face). Wings are waning and Shanny is raging, (Camera Shot: of Wings goalie getting scored on and Brenden Shannahan cracking his stick on the ice). The Sabres aren’t scoring and their defense is snoring, (Shot of Sabres D getting completely turned inside out by Theo Fleury). And the Avs are still the top of the league thanks to....Hawk....Eeee....Gawd! (Shot of Chris Drury deking out a goalie and scoring).

Hissy fits, dirty hits, broken glass and kicking ah..... join us for the round up of the hockey league on NHL 2Nite!

Hello boys and girls I’m John Buccigross, the hockey slut...

Cackling laugh from Melrose.

Bucci: and riding shotgun with me is Lord Hades himself...

Melrose: That’s me!

Bucci: Barry Melrose. (Bucci rubs his hands together) Alright first things first. What is with the Colorado Avalanche these days? They’ve played ten games so far, they’ve lost only three, they’re on top of the league Barry, on paper it looks great but if you’ve been watching these games barely a win has been clean or uneventful! There’s been players ripping through nets, (Camera shot of Footer ripping through net and Patty tangled with him), players uncoordinated, (shot of players piling up on each other in practice ice), injuries on the ice and off, and even a D-man playing goal, (shot of Robbie as a goalie). Has there ever been a team on such a sloppy win streak?

Melrose: Sloppy? Who said anything about sloppy. The bottom line is, the Avs have won seven of the last ten games because of their talent, their tenacity and a belief in themselves that we have never before seen. Patty has a bad night in Dallas, no problem, Drury ties the game and Mike Keane gets a winner all in three periods. The whole team has a bad night in Phoenix, what does Joey Sakic do? Only score five goals on the night! This has been happening game after game for the Avalanche and their unwillingness to just go away and abandon a game has carried them through. What’s so hard to see about that?

Bucci: All right then, let’s get to the game we’ve just seen, The Avs at Vancouver Canucks.

Melrose: There was a game? I thought it was Friday Night Fights! What do you mean there was a game?

Bucci: Indeedy there was. In between all those matching majors, sticking minors, and accumulated 2, 5 and 10’s, there was a hockey game.

Melrose: Refresh my memory because I just don’t remember one!

Bucci: Well we have videotaped evidence that we will now review and an ending score to prove it. First period, Canucks caught behind the Avalanche net, Ooooo we don’t want to do that do we Barry?

Melrose: No not a’tall. It’s like we’re watching a pair of Sandis Ozolinsh’s out there. You got one, two, three, forwards clustered together at the Avalanche net, fighting for that puck and then we have a D-man pinching forward. Dangerous, but at least we got one still at the point. Right? Wrong! Look at the last remaining fella as he thinks about it and sneeeaks towards the front of the net. If they come up with the puck then they’re able to overwhelm the Avs down low, and get a goal. But that doesn’t happen here. I’m sure the ole’ coach is pullin’ his hair out now as who gets the puck? Only some chump named Peter Forsberg, ever heard of him?

Bucci: (Squeals) Foppa!

Melrose: He takes the puck, totally unmolested and takes it down the ice, gets a goal.

Bucci: (hisses) Twisted Wrister!

And then just one minute later, Foppers takes a stick in the choppers...

Melrose: Can’t believe he didn’t lose any teeth on that one!

Bucci: He’s Swedish.

Melreose: What does that mean?

Bucci shrugs.

Bucci: Forsberg gets highsticked by his good ole buddy Markus Naslund and then (camera shot of Steve Reinprecht and Adam Footer jumping Naslund) bell-i-cosss-i-teee! Slaps on the wrists and yo’ momma’s thrown around (Drury pointing his finger at Naslund and barking something) but all is calmed down for the rest of a rather uneventful first period.

Then in the second period, Avs up one zip and then some one whispered into Patty Roy’s ear that he should try for that long awaited first goal of his a gander. (Shot of Patrick skating the puck up ice and shooting it at Canuck’s net where Cloutier seems startled by the shot and barely makes a save on it). Ooooh that was a close one Barry! Danny Cloutier seemed to be napping a bit! (Camera shot of Patty grinning through his mask and Alex Tanguay laughing and patting him on the back.).

Melrose: That was a close one, that almost looked like Nikkie Lidstrom’s first round goal on Cloutier a couple years ago remember? If that had gone in I assure you Danny Cloutier would have been tied to the nearest stake and burned.

Bucci: Well the Canucks aren’t too happy about that, look at Nazzie right there asking that ref to give Patty some sort of penalty, any sort of penalty!

Melrose: And he’s absolutely right! Goalie’s only hurt the team when they come out on the ice that far. He needs to stay in his crease as do any other would be wandering goaltenders. There should be a rule!

Bucci: Does that count as a shot on net for Patty? So Roy isn’t forgiven for his offensive mindedness, one minute later he’s behind the net to get the puck.. and doh! Loses it to Snazzy Nazzy but oooooooo ding dong ding dong yo! The post heard round the world!

Melrose: Remember that post folks!

Bucci: And Naslund is horrified talk about a captain with his pants down!

Melrose: Yeah he ain’t living that one down.

Bucci: And has the Patster learned his lesson?

Cackling laugh from Melrose.

Bucci: One minute later, Patty Roy playing the puck AGAIN behind the net and things start getting ugly here. (Camera shot of Tod Bertuzzi slamming Patrick against the boards and taking the puck, shooting it into the net.) Ooooo not good not good! Goal is disallowed and Bertuzzi doth protest. (Shot of Patrick motionless on the ice and Pat Karns and Adam Foote leaning over him) A little wind knocked out of St. Patrick but unlike his protegee Abby he is up and ready to go in a few...(camera shot of Patrick standing up and bobbing his head, crouching in front of the net). Bertuzzi gets a boarding major, none too happy about that! (Bertuzzi yelling and gesturing wildly all the way into the box.).

Melrose: Neither am I! Those goalies wear enough gear to withstand being hit by a bus. If they’re gonna wander let ‘em get hit what are we protecting them for? There’s always a back-up!

Bucci: Uh I think Rob Blake would have something to say to you about that now!

Either way, five minutes later Sedin one to Sedin two, count em up baby and that puck’s in the net!

Melrose: Yup look at that, the Avs were doing all they could but that pass was just too perfect, before they knew it, in the net.

Bucci: And here’s where we get gratuitous Sedin abuse, cover your eyes folks! (Shot of Adam Foote picking up a twin and slamming him to the ground)

Melrose we’re talking a little roody-poo smackdown here folks!

Bucci: What’s up with Adam Foote lately? He’s not just abusing Mikey Mo any more!

Melrose: Yeah, Adam Foote has been in a mood lately and now poor Sedin one just suffered through his wrath.

Bucci: Eh, Patty’s goalposts told him to do it...

Laugh from Melrose.

Bucci: More unpleasantness from both teams. (shot of teams battering each other.) Excuse mah bellicosity!

Now here’s where things get odd folks....

Melrose: Isn’t that a given when we’re talking about Roy?

Bucci: Tod Bertuzzi takes a stick to the nose and gets an earful from a rowdy Avalanche fan. (Shot of yuppie guy in Avs jersey taunting Bertuzzi through glass, mocking him with a crybaby face. Skinny woman in Vancouver jersey is hitting at him.)

Colorado on the powerplay, Bertuzzi strips Chris Drury of the puck, BERTUZZI IS FLYING...and SCORES! Oooooh the place goes WILD! St. Patrick is none too pleased. Then moments later, same line out, same powerplay and Bertuzzi....SCORES!

Melrose: I bet the entire Avalanche team wants some unsupervised time alone with that Avalanche fan. Never taunt an opposition’s player like that it always bites ya in the end!

Bucci: And Patrick is fuming! Look at his glare! He isn’t looking at Bertuzzi, is he?

Melrose: Nope he’s looking at that fan.

Bucci: And Patrick goes out to play the puck, moves to clear the puck, woops over the glass and hits a fan, guess who it hit!

Melrose: Only the same fan who was taunting Bertuzzi! This is great folks, only in hockey on Halloween can something like this happen! That very same fan gets hit in the face with a puck, is bleeding and who else but Tod Bertuzzi goes right up to the glass and says, "Hurts doesn’t it!"

Buccigross begins laughing.

Patrick Roy turned off the TV and tossed the remote control onto the carpet. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, and then he smiled. Whenever he accidentally cleared the puck out into the stands, a twinge of worry sometimes passed through him. He never wanted to hit anyone. This time, that had been a fringe benefit. He hadn’t been aiming it at him, but that’s the way things worked sometimes.

They had won, again.

Patrick was bothered by that. He had let them fall into a three one deficit and he had been pulled out of the fire by Chris Drury’s line. Of course he would take a win any time he could get one, but being bailed out... again? What was wrong?

Or was that just the way things worked sometimes?

Patrick yawned and looked over at the empty bed on his right. Joe’s absence created a vacancy in Alex Tanguay’s room and Patrick being the oldest member on the team, got dibs on having a room to himself. Patrick was always the oldest member on the team but usually he liked sharing a room with Footie, he didn’t like being alone. This night, he decided to take it, just so young Tangers wouldn’t get cocky about having a solo room. Already he was regretting it.

For three straight hours he talked with his family on the phone, just to keep the quietness of the room from driving him insane. And then when Michele had gotten grumpy about wanting a bath, he had let her go and watched TV. Nothing good was on, he didn’t particularly care for the sports shows, and there was nothing he was interested in seeing on the pay TV. Porn wasn’t any fun to watch alone so that was out too.

He thought about turning off the light and just trying to sleep and then he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he had fallen asleep alone. There had always been Michele by his side, her warm body and the line of her breathing back lulling him asleep, or there had always been a snoring teammate on the other end of the room. If he turned off the light, there would just be quiet. There would just be the silence.

"You’re scared of the dark, aren’t you?" he remembered Mario laughing at him when Patrick had first protested the lights being snuffed.

Patrick hadn’t known what to say. All he had known was that he never used to be, but at that point, the dark meant a long, nervous silence and then Mario’s warm breath coming closer. Ever since then, he hadn’t trusted the silent dark.

Patrick yawned again and leaned back on the bed. He could go to sleep with the light on he supposed; he closed his eyes.

There was a light knocking on the door and Patrick sat back up. Who the hell? He rolled out of bed and stretching he opened the door.

"Surprise!" David Aebischer grinned, not waiting for Patrick’s reaction while he pranced into the room.

Patrick frowned. In the hospital only two nights ago, and the punk was still as fresh and rosy as ever. "What is it David?" Patrick snapped.

"Oh I just.." Abby shrugged. "I just thought that you might be a little lonely."

"Lonely?" Patrick said. "Go away."

Abby sat down on the bed, leaning back on his hands. "When Bertuzzi hit you, my chest hurt all over again. I knew what you must have been feeling."

Patrick sighed. "I just lost a little wind," he said. "I don’t think I was near hurt as you were."

David smiled. "I know," he purred. "Not nearly as hurt, but twice as tired, hmm?"

"Tired?" Patrick exclaimed. "What?"

David leaned forward and looked directly in Patrick’s gaze. "Twice as tired," he switched to French. "Can’t you feel it? We all can see it. You were bailed out tonight, again. You still show flashes of brilliance, you still have the same competitive spirit." David held up his hand making a small pinch with his fingers. "But your heart beats just that much heavier, doesn’t it. It’s just that much harder to catch your wind. Your pads aren’t as light as they used to be."

Patrick put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes. He could feel his own angry heat scorching through him. "You’re a slutty shit." he said. "What do you want?"

David stood up. "What you won’t give me!" David snapped. "The Coach will not give me nearly enough games to prepare as a starter because of his loyalty to you! It’s my turn old man! Why can’t you see that!"

"You’ll do what you’re told, BACK UP! That’s what you are and that’s the way things go sometimes. Swallow it down, and stop bothering me, go to bed." Patrick snarled. "BOY!"

"I don’t want to go to bed," David pouted.

"Do as you’re told, BOY!" Patrick snapped.

"I’m not sleepy and don’t call me boy!"

"Little boy! Pale skinned boy! BOY!" Patrick answered.

Red blossomed all over the delicate features on David’s face and for a moment he looked away. Patrick smiled; any boy can be cowed.

"Shut-up!" David finally exclaimed.

"Get out of here BOY or I’ll..."

"You’ll what?" David exclaimed. "What are you gonna do OLD MAN!"

Patrick began to warm all over just watching the rapid breathing that was overcoming David, that angry rapid breathing. "Don’t toy with me you skinny whore," Patrick hissed. "Or you’ll really regret it."

"Fuck you!" David snapped and he pressed Patrick hard on his chest to push him. Patrick easily snapped his wrist up in his hand and he pressed his lips against the soft skin. Acting as if snake-bit, Abby tried to pull away. "What the hell!"

Reason left Patrick’s mind and his blood was rushing with a different emotion. He squeezed tighter on Aebischer’s wrist causing him to yelp and hit at him. Patrick ducked it and pushed David down onto the carpet, pinning him. The boy was at least twenty pounds heavier than Patrick, and taller than him, but he was young. And the young never knew how to struggle much.

"I want to leave now," Aebischer whispered not looking into Patrick’s eyes.

"Are you certain?" Patrick whispered. "Boy?"

Aebischer was silent for a moment, Patrick could feel movement in the young man’s pants, and he laughed quietly. "Are you certain?" he repeated.

David sighed and looked back at him with glistening eyes. "No," he whispered.

"I thought so," Patrick murmured, and with all of his senses overwhelmed with the pure heat from his body, he kissed Aebischer softly on the mouth, almost breaking the kiss to laugh when he felt how eagerly David accepted it. "Why did you come here, really?"

"I don’t know..." Abby almost moaned.

Patrick smiled and slid his hands down Aebischer’s body, lifting off him a bit, pulling up his shirt and he kissed the ugly purple bruising on the smooth, milky flesh of his chest.

"Oh God!" David gasped. "I want to go now!"

David barely struggled however as Patrick slid off him and onto his side, and unzipped Abby’s fly reaching into his jeans taking a hold of his erection. "Do you really want to go?" Patrick repeated.

David arched a bit off the carpet letting out a slow moan as Patrick slid his hand up and down. "No!" he gasped.

The fire completely in Patrick’s body now, he pressed himself on top of Abby and kissed him, tasting his moist, smooth lips and mouth. David’s fingers ran through Patrick’s hair and then he gripped onto his shoulders. Patrick pulled away and laughed. "I knew you were a slut," he said.

"Shut up and kiss me!" David shot back.

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