Meeting in a Dark Alley

The next morning,

Tyler heard the door creak open and the familiar happy voice of his captain call out, “Tyler! I’m here!”

Tyler managed a soft moan, but it wasn’t very loud. He couldn’t move and the pain was unbearable.

“Tyler? I know you’re here, I see you car in the driveway! Tyler?”

The young 20 year old hockey player heard footsteps come into the house. He came over to the couch and gasped at once, probably spotting the bizarre blanket draped over him. He pulled the material back and found the atrocious sight of his friend and teammate still bound and gagged and looking awful. Tyler knew he had a black eye and a broken, bloody nose and he was sure that his entire face was caked with black, purple and blue marks smeared with red paint almost like he was an art picture.

“DAMMIT!! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THOSE SABRES!!” Jamie snarled, jumping to conclusions. But there was no doubt who it had been, he didn’t need Tyler to tell him. He gingerly removed the tape and the ropes from Tyler and set them all to the side. “Oh God, Tyler, are you--are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine...ow…” Tyler managed to get out.

“Don’t move, don’t speak, just lie still, I’ll be right back.” Jamie stood up and darted to the kitchen. He grabbed a ton of towels and drenched on in water. Then he raced back in and dropped down to his knees. He gently began to dab at Tyler’s bruises and bloody mess. He cleaned his friend’s face up and then set the dirty towels to the side. He took off once more and returned five minutes later carrying a fresh pair of clothes with him.

“I’m sorry about this, but I’m going to have to help dress you...you’re a bloody mess, Tyler.”

“I know. T-Thanks J-Jamie…” Tyler stammered, still rocked from his experience.

Jamie carefully sat him up and Tyler instantly coughed violently. Blood spurted from his lips, but Jamie cleaned it with one of the cloths. The older man slowly lifted the shirt up and off his friend and then put the new one on. It was a light blue color, which long button sleeves. It was sort of dressy, but still considered casual wear.

Jamie then helped him to his feet and stood firmly in place, as a support. He helped Tyler out of his pants and boxers and put on the fresh pair of boxers and a pair of royal blue jeans. Then he aided Tyler back down to the couch.

He could shower later, but at least his clothes were fresh and would help to make him feel better. He began crying though. Jamie sat next to him and embraced him.

“I swear I’ll fucking kill them, Tyler.”

“No, no, Zenon’s a monster! Just stay and hold me.”

“Can I ask what the bastard did to you?”

“He raped me.”

“How did he--?”

“Do I have to tell you Jamie?”

Jamie watched as Tyler buried his head into his shoulder and sobbed harder. The captain held him close, comforting him with a light pat. “No, no you don’t. You’re safe now, I promise. I told you not to go alone though.”

“But he threatened you and Reilly and me...and then he fucked me in a dark alley!”

“Shh, shh, Jamie’s here. Jamie cares,” Jamie whispered to him, as he stroked his hair.

Tyler continued to cry. He hurt like hell, but he didn’t care. He had to let his emotions out. He didn’t want Jamie to let him go or leave him. He wanted Jamie. Needed Jamie. He wasn’t gay or anything, but Jamie’s comforting embrace was amazing.

“Tyler, Zenon’s not going to hurt you anymore. I’m going to let Lindy know and I’m going to let Roussel know. Roussel can handle him.”

Tyler shook his head. “No one can. He’s a monster.”

Jamie cupped Tyler’s head in his hands gently, trying not to hurt him. “I won’t believe that Tyler, we’ll get him back. He’s fucked with Dallas two too many times now and you know, in Dallas, revenge is dark and cold.”

“I love you Jamie, thanks for being a good friend!” Tyler snuggled against Jamie, as they remained on the couch together.

“I love you too, Tyler. You’re a good kid and very brave.” Jamie let one of his hands brush Tyler’s arms in a stroking motion.

Jamie helped Tyler through the four-day break and by the end, the bruises had faded and Tyler was back on the ice, lighting lamps in practice. Jamie made sure to be with him at all times, he wasn’t going to let anything else happen to him. And when they weren’t at practice, they were together.

Jamie slept over, even joining Tyler in his bed. They were the best of friends after all. They didn’t cross the line and respected one another, but it was nice to have Jamie there for protection and added comfort. And Jamie aided Tyler through sleepless nights and helped him with his nightmares.

Reilly was getting better too, but he had suffered a concussion, so that meant that Valeri Nichushkin was a permanent winger to the first line. He was super smiley and excited. Tyler and Jamie were happy for him and welcomed him with open arms. The next opponents, including the Tampa Bay Lightning, Colorado Avalanche and Anaheim Ducks bid their condolences and were respectful to Tyler. They refrained from hitting him too much, but they did steal the puck from him. But they weren’t out to hurt him more. And it united everyone together.

Especially uniting the Dynamic Duo in Dallas. Jamie and Tyler were never closer.

Then Dallas met up with Buffalo again.

Notes

Jamie <3 Tyler!! :D


Next up: In Dallas, Revenge is Dark and Cold!