TITLE: Don�t Think
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: SMITTITRAKOS! AKA, Mark Smith of the San Jose Sharks and Niko Dimitrakos of the Philadelphia Flyers, formally of the San Jose Sharks.
SUMMARY: When he says goodbye, don�t think that it�s the end.
RATING: G :)
DISCLAIMER: I own Smitty and Niko like I own the Brooklyn Bridge. In other words, I don�t own them.
A/N: Scott is Scott Hannan, and Captain Kangaroo is Ken Hitchcock, because find me one person who says he doesn�t look like The Captain. Let me know what you think about it! Happy reading!
He pulled me into a corner of the shower and didn�t take his eyes off his feet. �I don�t want to scare you or make you uneasy...� �Niko, what is it?� �It�s just...� �Yeah?� We locked eyes and I saw the tears threatening to overflow. �I love you.� A deep, long passionate kiss followed that, and his pinky wrapped around my thumb pulled us out of the shower and into my first real relationship.
He loved me and I loved him. He loved my guitar and I loved his 9 iron. He loved my hair and I loved his hairy chest. When I played in small coffee shops in Oakland and he sat in the audience, he missed me sitting beside him. When we went food shopping and he was in the aisle over, I missed hearing his voice. I never thought about a breakup and neither did he. Together we were Nikark, Marko, Smittitrakos, Dimismith.
A trade? Never. Don�t think about it because it�ll never happen. Don�t think Ron calling Niko into his office means anything more than friendly advice. Don�t think the look on Niko�s face means... Don�t think these things he�s telling you� Don�t think this is goodbye. In just five minutes, our lived had made a complete 180. Niko was leaving.
There were tears in his eyes and a plane ticket to Philadelphia in his hand. His sticks, skates and pads were being packed into a duffel by the equipment staff. As our teammates looked as us silently, he grabbed hold of my thumb with his pinky and tugged it gently. �Don�t think this is goodbye,� he whispered. Don�t think this is the end, Mark. Don�t think you�re losing your first love to Captain Kangaroo, Mark. Don�t think about him, don�t think about goodbye.
�I don�t.� He smiled and pulled me into him, giving me as passionate a kiss as when he told me he loved me. He walked out of the locker room, but turned in the doorway and faced me. �Don�t think it�s over.� He smiled again and continued walking away. Scott tapped me gently on the shoulder. �You okay, man?� I swatted the tears from my face. Don�t think, Mark. Don�t think. �Fine.�
Smile, just don�t think. Step onto the ice. Play your hardest. Shut them down. Just, don�t think. Walk into your empty house, climb into your empty bed, and watch the numbers on your alarm clock flash. Just, don�t think. But when you�re lying on a bed in another city and he calls, that�s when you can think. When you hear his team got knocked out of the playoffs, that�s when you can think. But when you enter the locker room and see him sitting in the spot below your name, when you�re cradled in his arms, when he tells you he loves you, and only you, don�t think that was goodbye.
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: SMITTITRAKOS! AKA, Mark Smith of the San Jose Sharks and Niko Dimitrakos of the Philadelphia Flyers, formally of the San Jose Sharks.
SUMMARY: When he says goodbye, don�t think that it�s the end.
RATING: G :)
DISCLAIMER: I own Smitty and Niko like I own the Brooklyn Bridge. In other words, I don�t own them.
A/N: Scott is Scott Hannan, and Captain Kangaroo is Ken Hitchcock, because find me one person who says he doesn�t look like The Captain. Let me know what you think about it! Happy reading!
He pulled me into a corner of the shower and didn�t take his eyes off his feet. �I don�t want to scare you or make you uneasy...� �Niko, what is it?� �It�s just...� �Yeah?� We locked eyes and I saw the tears threatening to overflow. �I love you.� A deep, long passionate kiss followed that, and his pinky wrapped around my thumb pulled us out of the shower and into my first real relationship.
He loved me and I loved him. He loved my guitar and I loved his 9 iron. He loved my hair and I loved his hairy chest. When I played in small coffee shops in Oakland and he sat in the audience, he missed me sitting beside him. When we went food shopping and he was in the aisle over, I missed hearing his voice. I never thought about a breakup and neither did he. Together we were Nikark, Marko, Smittitrakos, Dimismith.
A trade? Never. Don�t think about it because it�ll never happen. Don�t think Ron calling Niko into his office means anything more than friendly advice. Don�t think the look on Niko�s face means... Don�t think these things he�s telling you� Don�t think this is goodbye. In just five minutes, our lived had made a complete 180. Niko was leaving.
There were tears in his eyes and a plane ticket to Philadelphia in his hand. His sticks, skates and pads were being packed into a duffel by the equipment staff. As our teammates looked as us silently, he grabbed hold of my thumb with his pinky and tugged it gently. �Don�t think this is goodbye,� he whispered. Don�t think this is the end, Mark. Don�t think you�re losing your first love to Captain Kangaroo, Mark. Don�t think about him, don�t think about goodbye.
�I don�t.� He smiled and pulled me into him, giving me as passionate a kiss as when he told me he loved me. He walked out of the locker room, but turned in the doorway and faced me. �Don�t think it�s over.� He smiled again and continued walking away. Scott tapped me gently on the shoulder. �You okay, man?� I swatted the tears from my face. Don�t think, Mark. Don�t think. �Fine.�
Smile, just don�t think. Step onto the ice. Play your hardest. Shut them down. Just, don�t think. Walk into your empty house, climb into your empty bed, and watch the numbers on your alarm clock flash. Just, don�t think. But when you�re lying on a bed in another city and he calls, that�s when you can think. When you hear his team got knocked out of the playoffs, that�s when you can think. But when you enter the locker room and see him sitting in the spot below your name, when you�re cradled in his arms, when he tells you he loves you, and only you, don�t think that was goodbye.
