Alias birthday fic--Chippy Session
Happy birthday to pheebs1! She requested an Alias fic, Vaughn-centered. So, here is a fic where Weiss and Vaughn watch hockey. I hope you like it!
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"How did I let you talk me into this?" Eric wondered aloud.
Mike barely glanced away from the ice. "Because deep down, you know that hockey is the greatest sport."
"Greatest out of all the sports where toothless Canadians bang into each other...but there's not too much competition there."
Mike didn't even bother to look over. "Ha," he said, but his attention was clearly on the game.
Eric frowned. "Seriously, they're just skating back and forth." A ref blew his whistle. "Oh, and now they've stopped play. Again. How is this interesting?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Okay, what just happened there is icing. So, yes, they drop the puck again."
"Icing, yum. Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines?"
Mike ignored him.
"Homemade?"
Play had stopped (again!), so Mike graced him with a glance. "Hey, here's an idea. If you stopped talking and even glanced over at the ice here, you might find it more interesting."
"Oh, you think?"
The players had started moving, so Mike was talking to the boards again. "I do, in fact. So, you know, shut up and watch the puck."
"The pucking puck?"
Mike bit off the laugh, but Eric counted it as sweet, sweet victory.
"Look, I may have talked you into coming, but you did agree to it. So let me enjoy the game, at least."
The crowd erupted in cheers and Mike shot to his feet, yelling.
"We scored," Mike informed him.
Eric rolled his eyes. "I don't know hockey, but I know sports crowd behavior. Give me some credit."
"So now they drop the puck in the middle," Mike continued. "And here we go again."
Eric sighed heavily. "Like I said, bor--"
He was cut off as two players skated by and suddenly, the boards shook as the two guys pressed hard against it. They were scrambling for something near their feet. A small amount of blood smeared against the plexiglass. Then one guy reared back and shoulder-checked the other.
Then, Eric didn't know what exactly happened, but their gloves were off and they were whaling on each other. The other players appeared out of nowhere and it was chaos. He couldn't hear quite what they were saying to each other, but they seemed to be trading uncomplimentary remarks about mothers and habits in the bedroom.
He couldn't lie--it was amazing. It was beautiful.
The refs came over and pulled them apart and skated them to the penalty boxes.
As Eric blinked and came out of his trance, still a bit stunned, he realized he'd been booing the refs who dared to break up the fight. He looked over to see Mike grinning at him. "Little different from watching at home, isn't it?"
Eric shrugged. "What? I told you, I've always liked hockey."
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If you'd like a birthday fic (and don't mind it possibly being weeks late!) request one here! Seriously, right now, I don't have another request until October.
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"How did I let you talk me into this?" Eric wondered aloud.
Mike barely glanced away from the ice. "Because deep down, you know that hockey is the greatest sport."
"Greatest out of all the sports where toothless Canadians bang into each other...but there's not too much competition there."
Mike didn't even bother to look over. "Ha," he said, but his attention was clearly on the game.
Eric frowned. "Seriously, they're just skating back and forth." A ref blew his whistle. "Oh, and now they've stopped play. Again. How is this interesting?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Okay, what just happened there is icing. So, yes, they drop the puck again."
"Icing, yum. Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines?"
Mike ignored him.
"Homemade?"
Play had stopped (again!), so Mike graced him with a glance. "Hey, here's an idea. If you stopped talking and even glanced over at the ice here, you might find it more interesting."
"Oh, you think?"
The players had started moving, so Mike was talking to the boards again. "I do, in fact. So, you know, shut up and watch the puck."
"The pucking puck?"
Mike bit off the laugh, but Eric counted it as sweet, sweet victory.
"Look, I may have talked you into coming, but you did agree to it. So let me enjoy the game, at least."
The crowd erupted in cheers and Mike shot to his feet, yelling.
"We scored," Mike informed him.
Eric rolled his eyes. "I don't know hockey, but I know sports crowd behavior. Give me some credit."
"So now they drop the puck in the middle," Mike continued. "And here we go again."
Eric sighed heavily. "Like I said, bor--"
He was cut off as two players skated by and suddenly, the boards shook as the two guys pressed hard against it. They were scrambling for something near their feet. A small amount of blood smeared against the plexiglass. Then one guy reared back and shoulder-checked the other.
Then, Eric didn't know what exactly happened, but their gloves were off and they were whaling on each other. The other players appeared out of nowhere and it was chaos. He couldn't hear quite what they were saying to each other, but they seemed to be trading uncomplimentary remarks about mothers and habits in the bedroom.
He couldn't lie--it was amazing. It was beautiful.
The refs came over and pulled them apart and skated them to the penalty boxes.
As Eric blinked and came out of his trance, still a bit stunned, he realized he'd been booing the refs who dared to break up the fight. He looked over to see Mike grinning at him. "Little different from watching at home, isn't it?"
Eric shrugged. "What? I told you, I've always liked hockey."
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If you'd like a birthday fic (and don't mind it possibly being weeks late!) request one here! Seriously, right now, I don't have another request until October.