by me
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This not true, I made it all up, these people are not my own
creation, no profit is made by this story and no one is being harmed.
Pairings: Marcus Giles/Mark Prior, mentions and implications of Tom
Glavine/Greg Maddux, Ty Wigginton/Matt Kata and Mark Grace/lots of people.
Note: This is a sequel to Collision, which can be found on my website here: here
Reading that first would probably help but probably isn't necessary. This
is somewhat silly :-)
It really started as multi-person, multi-team phone tag. Kerry, being a nosy
best friend, managed to wrangle some information regarding Prior�s liaison
with Marcus Giles from the reluctant righty. Upon determining that the
answers to the questions "Would you do it (him) again" and "Well, how
about me, then?" were "hell, yes" and "hell, no," respectively, Wood
decided to find Giles� phone number.
He mentioned this dilemma to his catcher, Damian Miller, who in typical why-do-
I-have-to-deal-with-the-pitchers fashion, rolled his eyes and wondered
aloud why he was being asked when clearly asking the pitcher who used to
be a Brave, Mike Remlinger, was a much better idea. Somehow, Miller was
not surprised when he was elected to ask Remmy himself.
Unfortunately for those involved, Remlinger had changed phones since becoming
a Cub and the only useful number he�d retained was that of Tom Glavine,
since they�d worked together as team and League reps to the Player�s
Association. Glavine seemed puzzled by the question, but said that he
didn�t have Giles� number since the kid had moved in the off-season and he
wasn�t speaking to many Braves anyway. Then he said cryptically "Ask Ty
about the Diamondback," and handed the phone to his rookie third baseman.
Wigginton was confused and rightly so, when generally stoic and quiet Glavine
thrust the phone into his hand. He did catch the word 'Diamondback' which
made him blush, as Glavine had caught him in a compromising position with
a certain Arizona second baseman earlier in the year. He was confused by
the end of the conversation with Remlinger, too, but had agreed to call
his D-Back and see if he knew anyone who would call a Brave.
As it turned out, Matt Kata was very helpful, because apparently Mark Grace
was switchboard operator for half the League, and, the young second
baseman whispered conspiratorially, rumor has it he's slept with everybody
on the list. After assuring Wigginton he'd find the number from Grace,
Kata approached the veteran infielder and watched as he scrolled through
the names in his organizer. "Marcus Giles, not Brian?"
"The Brave, not the Pi � er, Padre."
"Hmm...I have Brian. But you don�t want to call him and ask to fuck his
brother."
Matt blushed. "I don�t want his number, it�s for Ty."
"Your boyfriend wants to fuck him?"
More blushing. "He isn't my...and anyway." He thought back to Ty's hasty
explanation. "Mark Prior wants it."
Grace thought for a moment. "Prior told Remlinger told Glavine told Wigginton
told you?"
"Prior told Wood, who told Miller who told Remlinger. But yeah." Kata had
ceased to be surprised that Grace could figure out such things.
"Well. Let me see if I have any Braves, at least. I don�t see why Glavine
couldn�t just call his damn boyfriend."
Kata chose not to comment on that and instead watched Grace continue to scroll
through names, murmuring to himself. "Hammond, Harang, Helton, Jenkins,
Johnson, Jordan, Koch, Lackey, Lieberthal, Mabry...oh. Speaking of Glav�s
boyfriend." He looked up. "I'll take care of it, Matt."
"Who are you calling?"
Grace grinned. "Maddux, of course."
"I am not giving you his number, Gracie."
"Oh, come on. I don�t want to fuck him. It wouldn�t have even come to this
if your boyfriend had the balls to call you himself."
"He is not my boyfriend. And why did he need Giles number?"
"Jealous, Maddy? He needed it for Prior."
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"Hardly. For Pri - oh." Maddux figured out the chain as quickly as Grace had
but without leaving out Kerry Wood and Damian Miller.
"Yeah, so, pass it along, will you?"
"You got it, Gracie. I�ll miss you next season."
"Maybe you should consider retiring too, you�re getting pretty old, Doggie."
"Fuck off," Maddux said with a laugh. "Just don't unretire like your buddy
Ryno."
"Bye, Doggie."
"See ya, Mark."
Greg hung up the phone and rummaged through his locker for the MLBPA
directory. He thumbed to the 'P's, scribbled Prior's listed number on a
scrap of paper, walked over to Giles, who was talking with Furcal as
usual, dropped the paper in his lap and said, loudly, "Call your
boyfriend, Gilly." He then considered calling Grace back to ask him to
ask Kata to ask Wigginton to ask Glavine to ask Remlinger to ask Miller to
ask Wood to ask Prior why the hell HE hadn't just looked in the damn
directory, but then decided that would be too much trouble.
Giles didn�t debate. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number Greg had
given him with no apparent concern for whether or not it was accurate.
Prior answered, shocked at Giles' voice. He checked his watch. "Marcus, I
mentioned calling you to Kerry like 20 minutes ago."
Giles paused and said slowly, "Maddux told me to call you, he gave me your
number."
"You know, Gilly, I don�t even want to know."
Giles laughed as he settled back in the chair in his clubhouse lounge. "When
it comes to Greg Maddux, you're better off not asking."
Prior grinned, happy to hear the second baseman�s voice. "So...when's your
next off day?"
Score one for the high school that is Major League Baseball.