Part of the Team (ON HOLD)

The guys won the first game against the Devils at the Bell Centre. I had texted Chelsea the day of – luckily she was off – and invited her to go. She had a ton of fun, and got a kick out of meeting all the guys. It was nice to see her again, and she told me that my cast would be off in a few days, closer to a week. She also told me that she was quitting her job and moving back home in a month or two, which made me sad. She lived in Utah, which was too far away in my opinion. She wanted to write a book, though, and I thought that was cool.

The guys were in high spirits after the win. We all sat on the plane now (well, I was sitting on my feet), on our way to New Jersey. Their next game was two days away, well technically one day now, against the same team. Carey started, so I figured Peter would take this one, which I was happy about.

“....well maybe if Lizzie wore your jersey you would score.”

“Uh no!” I leaned out in the isle, searching for the argument. “Don’t blame that shit on me.” It was Max. I did wear his jersey to the game, and he did score. Raphael poked his head above the seat at the same time Max leaned into the isle. I almost laughed at how ridiculous it looked. They reminded me of whack-a-moles.

“You shoulda got your friend…uhm, what was her name? To wear my jersey.” Raph asked me. Before I could answer, Gally spoke up.

“Chelsea.”

“Ohhhh. Does someone have a crush?” I asked suggestively. He gave me a withering look, complete with the Gally smirk.

“I remembered her name Lizzie. Doesn’t me I’m gonna marry her.” I rolled my eyes. I turned to look at Peter. His hands were folded in his lap.

“Oh my God.” I stated. He rolled his head to look at me, a questioning look on his face.

“You are literally twiddling your thumbs.” He grinned at me. I was planning on saying something else, but a yawn interrupted me. I stole Peter’s arm to get the time. Almost one-thirty. I had actually woken up early today and attended practice. My body was sorta starting to accept the change in schedule; later nights and earlier rises.

I scrubbed my eye with the heel of my palm and rested my chin on the seat in front of me. I felt Peter start rubbing my back, and after a few minutes I felt my eyes flutter.

“You should try and get some sleep.” he said quietly. The plane had settled down, most guys sleeping. I untangled my legs from underneath me and toed my shoes off. I laid down and used his leg as a pillow, yawning again. I stared at the dimly-lit ceiling of the plane. This wasn’t the most ideal place to catch some Z’s to me, but Peter started running his hand through my hair and I knew I wouldn’t last long.



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My eyes shot open with a small gasp. My chest heaved for breath, me being as quiet as possible. I untangled myself from the arm around me and started across the aisle at the open window, throwing my legs out the side of the seat. Lights twinkled in view and disappeared on the other side. I got my breathing under control and stared down at my hands, barely visible in the dark plane.

I couldn’t even remember what it was about. But it was terrifying. And dark. And way too real.

My hands felt wet, and I realized I was crying. Fat tears ran down my face, but I wasn’t sobbing. Just crying. I let out a shaky breath.

An arm snaked around my waist, and I jumped, but relaxed almost immediately. Peter pulled me onto his lap and held my face with both hands to study it. He watched the tears still silently falling, and searched my eyes. Thumbing the drops away, he pulled me to his chest. I buried my face in his neck and sniffled. He held me close, arms wrapped around me. I tried to remember the dream, but all I could remember was darkness and being terrified. I started to sob a little at the thought, but I was trying so hard not to. He started to coo to me softly.

“Shhh…it’s okay baby girl, it’s okay. You’re alright, I got you.” He kissed my head. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

“I-I don’t even remember what it was about.” I admitted in a shaky voice. “I was just so scared…” I fisted his shirt in my hand, trying desperately to focus on anything but that memory. Eventually, the tears dried up. I was exhausted, but to scared to fall asleep and have the same nightmare. I shifted a little, yawning.

“I’m so tired.” I mumbled. I actually had a reason to be tired this time, since it was two in the morning. And I had a bad dream. Peter let out a soft laugh.

“Then go to sleep, sillyhead. You’re safe, nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

“I know.” I said. I believed him whole-heartedly. I felt safer in his embrace than with anyone else in the world.

Notes

IM SO EMOTIONAL GODAMMIT JOSH AND DANNY AND GIO WHY WHY WHY I WANTED TO HATE MARC BUT HE SAID ALL THE RIGHT SHIT IN HIS PRESS CONFERENCE FUUUUUUU

ugh im sorry. this just really sucks. im about to buy all three of their t shirts on the NHL store WHICH ARE ON SALE WHICH MADE ME DOUBLE SAD FML

also the violent gent himself and whitey. Y WHITEY I <3 U SO MUCH

*~ WONT YOU STAAAAEEEY WITH ME ~*

sorry its short. this is kinda forshadowing. many ideas have been scamperin around in mah brain mwahahaha

damn you Bergy for saying all the right things and making me like you even more. the stuff he said about popular decisions and ryan white made me respect him so much

i love you guys for realsiez :P you da bomb