Forever Chasing Shadows [AU Fic 1/?]
Title: Forever Chasing Shadows [AU]
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Daniel's been missing for 5 years.
He'd been searching for years and yet, Martin never gave up. He loved Daniel more than anything, wanted the Dane back home. It'd been five years since the slightly older man went missing. Would Daniel remember him? Was Daniel even alive? Martin thought about these things every day. He sat, curled up on the sofa, a box of chocolates in hand, staring into space. He’d knocked another can of beer over earlier, but couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. He’d let his wife do it. Probably.
The sun outside was hot as he switched channels again. The Liverpool FC channel. They’d have at least one Daniel related show on a day. And Martin watched them all. He’d left the club, retired, not long after Daniel went missing and had drowned himself in alcohol and solitude ever since. His wife daren’t leave him, despite not wanting their song to see Martin in such a state. She couldn’t leave the Slovak. He wouldn’t make it without her, she was sure.
Martin watched the TV, clutching at a cushion, reaching for another beer. The tears ran down his cheeks, just like Daniel had when he ran down the pitch. And then he’d shoot. And ball would hit the back of the net. And Martin would run over to Daniel and hug him, trap him in his arms. And the pair would smile at one another. And everything would be fine. Martin sobbed into the pillow desperately. His wife sat beside him, hugged him, and comforted him like a mother calming her young child. And yet, not even her soothing words were enough. And she knew. She knew he was broken.
The sunlight shone through the windows, drying the tears on Martin’s face. He sat there, alone, shaking. Daniel’s face filled the TV screen and Martin bit his lip, just like Daniel used to. More photos filled the screen, including one of himself and Daniel laughing, joking and playing around in training. Martin shook his head violently as he fought back tears, needing to forget.
“Daniel, why can’t you just come home?”
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Daniel's been missing for 5 years.
He'd been searching for years and yet, Martin never gave up. He loved Daniel more than anything, wanted the Dane back home. It'd been five years since the slightly older man went missing. Would Daniel remember him? Was Daniel even alive? Martin thought about these things every day. He sat, curled up on the sofa, a box of chocolates in hand, staring into space. He’d knocked another can of beer over earlier, but couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. He’d let his wife do it. Probably.
The sun outside was hot as he switched channels again. The Liverpool FC channel. They’d have at least one Daniel related show on a day. And Martin watched them all. He’d left the club, retired, not long after Daniel went missing and had drowned himself in alcohol and solitude ever since. His wife daren’t leave him, despite not wanting their song to see Martin in such a state. She couldn’t leave the Slovak. He wouldn’t make it without her, she was sure.
Martin watched the TV, clutching at a cushion, reaching for another beer. The tears ran down his cheeks, just like Daniel had when he ran down the pitch. And then he’d shoot. And ball would hit the back of the net. And Martin would run over to Daniel and hug him, trap him in his arms. And the pair would smile at one another. And everything would be fine. Martin sobbed into the pillow desperately. His wife sat beside him, hugged him, and comforted him like a mother calming her young child. And yet, not even her soothing words were enough. And she knew. She knew he was broken.
The sunlight shone through the windows, drying the tears on Martin’s face. He sat there, alone, shaking. Daniel’s face filled the TV screen and Martin bit his lip, just like Daniel used to. More photos filled the screen, including one of himself and Daniel laughing, joking and playing around in training. Martin shook his head violently as he fought back tears, needing to forget.
“Daniel, why can’t you just come home?”