ficlet: Good sportmanship for sharona1x2
For sharona1x2
Sorry I missed your birthday, it was done but I was couldn't get it off my laptop
hope you enjoy
Good Sportmanship
Duo was not the most patient of Preventers and like most of them he enjoyed team sports so when it was suggested, by the ladies in accounting strangely, that they form a baseball team he had been the one to encourage Heero to join, so he didn't see why he had to be the one to tell him the team democracy had decided that Heero was not allowed to play any more.
“You see,” the pitcher said, with an icepack pressed to his cheek, “it's just not good sportsmanship,” he winced because it hurt.
The shortstop had his arm strapped to his chest. “The medics won't attend our games and no one us will play us.”
One of the fielders looked like he had been the victim of a rather vicious beating. “They see what happens to us in practice.”
“But,” Duo protested.
“He can bend steel bars with his hands,” the coach said with a gap toothed wry smile, “we know he doesn't mean harm but he's a danger to us and others, and the one time he knocked the ball out of the park he knocked down a company's satellite dish a mile away.”
“But,” Duo protested.
“It's not fair to the rest of us.” One of the other players said, his eye had swollen closed and he had his wrist in a cast, “he broke my arm just throwing the ball around.”
“He doesn't know his own strength.” Duo protested, “he really loves this game.” He looked at the motley crew of beaten up and broken baseball players and sighed. “I'll tell him,” he frowned, “but I'll be quitting the team too.”
“We understand,” the coach said, “being his boyfriend and all, and being as he loves this game so much.”
“Then one of you could tell him. It doesn't have to be me.”
The coach smiled again, his split lip reopening, “Well you're the only one of us he hasn't broken already.”
Sorry I missed your birthday, it was done but I was couldn't get it off my laptop
hope you enjoy
Good Sportmanship
Duo was not the most patient of Preventers and like most of them he enjoyed team sports so when it was suggested, by the ladies in accounting strangely, that they form a baseball team he had been the one to encourage Heero to join, so he didn't see why he had to be the one to tell him the team democracy had decided that Heero was not allowed to play any more.
“You see,” the pitcher said, with an icepack pressed to his cheek, “it's just not good sportsmanship,” he winced because it hurt.
The shortstop had his arm strapped to his chest. “The medics won't attend our games and no one us will play us.”
One of the fielders looked like he had been the victim of a rather vicious beating. “They see what happens to us in practice.”
“But,” Duo protested.
“He can bend steel bars with his hands,” the coach said with a gap toothed wry smile, “we know he doesn't mean harm but he's a danger to us and others, and the one time he knocked the ball out of the park he knocked down a company's satellite dish a mile away.”
“But,” Duo protested.
“It's not fair to the rest of us.” One of the other players said, his eye had swollen closed and he had his wrist in a cast, “he broke my arm just throwing the ball around.”
“He doesn't know his own strength.” Duo protested, “he really loves this game.” He looked at the motley crew of beaten up and broken baseball players and sighed. “I'll tell him,” he frowned, “but I'll be quitting the team too.”
“We understand,” the coach said, “being his boyfriend and all, and being as he loves this game so much.”
“Then one of you could tell him. It doesn't have to be me.”
The coach smiled again, his split lip reopening, “Well you're the only one of us he hasn't broken already.”