Fic: Home Coming
Title: Home Coming
Author: shana
Dedication: To liroa15 because it was her ficmas request
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing:implied Mitch Moroz/Henrik Samuelsson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 972
A.N: Thanks to liroa15 for the beta
Being cut from the US World Junior team sucks. It's cool that he made it back to Sweden for a couple of days, but it still sucks a lot. In fact, he's pretty sure nothing has ever sucked more. Maybe losing the Championship to Portland, but he's not sure. It's a total fucking joke that he's getting cut because he knows he's every bit as good as the guys they're keeping.
Hell, he's better than most of them.
He's a first round draft pick for a reason, after all. He's a damn good hockey player.
His Dad says he's just got to put in more effort. It's the only way he's going to prove everyone wrong. Just get back at it and do better. Like Bross did last year. He's going to do it because he knows his Dad's right, and he's going to prove them all wrong.
It's just hard because he's never not been good enough before. He's struggled before, but he's always been able to pull it out when it counted. MODO was different. Everything about MODO was weird and not a good fit.
Not this time though, and that sucks majorly.
Mitch's the one who meets him at the airport, which makes sense. Lazer is away at World Juniors--where he should be--and the Lowe family is busy with Christmas, Keegan's whirlwind trip home, and Hockey Canada stuff. Lots of Hockey Canada stuff.
Mitch's his liney and has some free time. Also, Mitch was the first to try and console him when he let everyone know he'd be back for the start of the second half of the season.
"Long flight, Sammy?"
"Yeah. Crying babies everywhere, and I don't know what your customs has against hockey players coming back other camps, but she asked me like a million questions."
"Maybe we just don't like all that talent going to waste by not playing for the greatest hockey nation in the world."
Sammy can't help by laugh. " I don't know about that. I don't play for you guys. Help me carry all this shit. I had to pick it all up to go through customs, which is also dumb."
"Too good to carry your own gear now, hotshot?" Mitch teases.
"I don't carry gear when I have a rookie around to do it for me."
"I didn't leave Millsy in the car, so you're shit out of luck, buddy."
"Dream on, Mitchy. That's what I have you for... rookie."
He's glad when Mitch grabs his sticks and one of his bags despite bitching about it.
"Come on, I'm in short term parking. You need to stop and grab something to eat before we head out?"
"Nah. I'm good. They'll be leftovers at the Lowe house."
"All right. Come one. The truck is this way."
Sammy finds himself sitting in the passenger seat of Mitch's truck heading back to Edmonton pretty quickly. Mitch is quiet, concentrating on the road. The weather's pretty bad, so Sammy stays quiet and lets him drive. He doesn't want to end up in the ditch because his hands want to wander all over Mitch.
"You coming in?" he asks as Mitch pulls into the Lowes' drive way. It's not like Mitch doesn't know these people. He was billeted with the Lowes when Sammy got here, and Sammy could use a reason, and a bed, to show Mitch just how much Mitchy's support means to him.
"No. I've got to get home. Say hi to everyone for me though."
"I will. You're sure you don't want to come in?"
Mitch turns his truck off, and Sammy has a moment to think he's won.
"No, I've got to get home. I'll help you haul your shit to the door though."
Sammy's struggling to get his keys out of the front pocket of his jeans while Mitch leans his sticks against the door.
"It's good to have you back, Sammy. They were stupid not to keep you."
"Thanks, Mitchy. I guess I just need to prove myself, prove them wrong."
"You'll do it, Sammy. I know you will."
"Well, I've got some damn good lineys for that."
"You know it. Hurry up before you freeze, you delicate Swedish flower."
"Bite me, Mitchell."
"Maybe after practice. I'd hate to have to rush the whole thing. It'd be a real shame."
"True. And I would like to show you how grateful I am for your support of me. It meant a lot."
"Don't go all soft on me now, Sammy."
"Shut up, Mitchy."
"I'll see you at practice, Sammy. Be sharp. The rookies are going to push you. It's not every day they get a World Juniors player to sharpen their skills on."
"I'm going to hit you out of your skates, you jackass. Just you wait."
"You can try."
Mitch waves carelessly as he heads back to his truck. His whole posture says he's not worried about Sammy's threat at all.
"Watch yourself, Mitchy."
"What are you talking about? We've got great chemistry."
Sammy opens the door and drags his hockey shit inside. He could take it to his room, but he'll do it tomorrow. It's good to be back in Edmonton, no matter the exact circumstances. He's got a good thing here. A good thing with Mitchy and Lazer on his line, and he's got a good thing with Mitch after the games and in the hotel rooms on road trips.
It's a good platform to prove just how wrong everyone in Hockey USA was to cut him. He's going to make them regret it so, so much.
He's going to do it.
They're going to wish that they'd kept him at the end of the day. He'll make sure of that. He's already got plans, and he's about to make them happen. Starting real soon.
Fini.
Love you, liroa15
S
Author: shana
Dedication: To liroa15 because it was her ficmas request
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing:implied Mitch Moroz/Henrik Samuelsson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 972
A.N: Thanks to liroa15 for the beta
Being cut from the US World Junior team sucks. It's cool that he made it back to Sweden for a couple of days, but it still sucks a lot. In fact, he's pretty sure nothing has ever sucked more. Maybe losing the Championship to Portland, but he's not sure. It's a total fucking joke that he's getting cut because he knows he's every bit as good as the guys they're keeping.
Hell, he's better than most of them.
He's a first round draft pick for a reason, after all. He's a damn good hockey player.
His Dad says he's just got to put in more effort. It's the only way he's going to prove everyone wrong. Just get back at it and do better. Like Bross did last year. He's going to do it because he knows his Dad's right, and he's going to prove them all wrong.
It's just hard because he's never not been good enough before. He's struggled before, but he's always been able to pull it out when it counted. MODO was different. Everything about MODO was weird and not a good fit.
Not this time though, and that sucks majorly.
Mitch's the one who meets him at the airport, which makes sense. Lazer is away at World Juniors--where he should be--and the Lowe family is busy with Christmas, Keegan's whirlwind trip home, and Hockey Canada stuff. Lots of Hockey Canada stuff.
Mitch's his liney and has some free time. Also, Mitch was the first to try and console him when he let everyone know he'd be back for the start of the second half of the season.
"Long flight, Sammy?"
"Yeah. Crying babies everywhere, and I don't know what your customs has against hockey players coming back other camps, but she asked me like a million questions."
"Maybe we just don't like all that talent going to waste by not playing for the greatest hockey nation in the world."
Sammy can't help by laugh. " I don't know about that. I don't play for you guys. Help me carry all this shit. I had to pick it all up to go through customs, which is also dumb."
"Too good to carry your own gear now, hotshot?" Mitch teases.
"I don't carry gear when I have a rookie around to do it for me."
"I didn't leave Millsy in the car, so you're shit out of luck, buddy."
"Dream on, Mitchy. That's what I have you for... rookie."
He's glad when Mitch grabs his sticks and one of his bags despite bitching about it.
"Come on, I'm in short term parking. You need to stop and grab something to eat before we head out?"
"Nah. I'm good. They'll be leftovers at the Lowe house."
"All right. Come one. The truck is this way."
Sammy finds himself sitting in the passenger seat of Mitch's truck heading back to Edmonton pretty quickly. Mitch is quiet, concentrating on the road. The weather's pretty bad, so Sammy stays quiet and lets him drive. He doesn't want to end up in the ditch because his hands want to wander all over Mitch.
"You coming in?" he asks as Mitch pulls into the Lowes' drive way. It's not like Mitch doesn't know these people. He was billeted with the Lowes when Sammy got here, and Sammy could use a reason, and a bed, to show Mitch just how much Mitchy's support means to him.
"No. I've got to get home. Say hi to everyone for me though."
"I will. You're sure you don't want to come in?"
Mitch turns his truck off, and Sammy has a moment to think he's won.
"No, I've got to get home. I'll help you haul your shit to the door though."
Sammy's struggling to get his keys out of the front pocket of his jeans while Mitch leans his sticks against the door.
"It's good to have you back, Sammy. They were stupid not to keep you."
"Thanks, Mitchy. I guess I just need to prove myself, prove them wrong."
"You'll do it, Sammy. I know you will."
"Well, I've got some damn good lineys for that."
"You know it. Hurry up before you freeze, you delicate Swedish flower."
"Bite me, Mitchell."
"Maybe after practice. I'd hate to have to rush the whole thing. It'd be a real shame."
"True. And I would like to show you how grateful I am for your support of me. It meant a lot."
"Don't go all soft on me now, Sammy."
"Shut up, Mitchy."
"I'll see you at practice, Sammy. Be sharp. The rookies are going to push you. It's not every day they get a World Juniors player to sharpen their skills on."
"I'm going to hit you out of your skates, you jackass. Just you wait."
"You can try."
Mitch waves carelessly as he heads back to his truck. His whole posture says he's not worried about Sammy's threat at all.
"Watch yourself, Mitchy."
"What are you talking about? We've got great chemistry."
Sammy opens the door and drags his hockey shit inside. He could take it to his room, but he'll do it tomorrow. It's good to be back in Edmonton, no matter the exact circumstances. He's got a good thing here. A good thing with Mitchy and Lazer on his line, and he's got a good thing with Mitch after the games and in the hotel rooms on road trips.
It's a good platform to prove just how wrong everyone in Hockey USA was to cut him. He's going to make them regret it so, so much.
He's going to do it.
They're going to wish that they'd kept him at the end of the day. He'll make sure of that. He's already got plans, and he's about to make them happen. Starting real soon.
Fini.
Love you, liroa15
S