Hello all,
Here's my latest and possibly the last one for a while. You can check out my profile for more info on the reason why, if you care enough. :)
This story isn't for anyone specifically - except maybe sprezzatura, since she seems to now be obsessed with this player. Don't lie, you!
There were, however, a few people who requested either a goalie story or a story about
this
goalie. Some requests were anonymous, but I suppose I can say that this story is for pepperpsu, bignsassy818 and evilpoptart.
For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy.
**Warning: here follows a story of romance, involving elements of HOCKEY. If you don't like the sport, or the combination, please don't bother going any further.**
Happy Reading!
MugsyB ;)
***
Clang!
Hayden jerked upright when the puck nailed the crossbar and flew off into the corner of the ice. His teammates shot after the puck and Hayden crouched in his ready position. He only relaxed when his teammates cleared the zone and took off for the bench to change lines. Turning, Hayden bumped his gloved hand once against the crossbar, thanking the metal rod for making a save when he couldn't.
Less than a minute later, there was a stop in play and Hayden lifted his helmet. He turned and picked up the water bottle on the net, squirting a stream of cool water into his mouth and over his face. So far, this had been an energetic game and he was blocking more shots than should be possible.
It's only Carolina for crying out loud.
He gave a wry smile as he watched the black and red jerseys circle the ice in front of him. He'd played enough games to know that a team's standings in the league didn't make them pushovers. Sometimes the underdogs could surprise you.
His team, the New York Rangers, were facing the Hurricanes and the 'Canes had come out of the gate firing on all cylinders. Lucky for his team, Hayden Lindgren was in the right frame of mind. He was backstopping for a team that just couldn't seem to get it together.
A quick glance at the large screen overhead told Hayden they had exactly ten minutes to figure it out.
Come on, guys.
He slid his mask down into place again.
One more goal, that's all you need.
The game was harried for the last ten minutes. There were scrambles at both ends and Hayden took the puck to the pads several times. At long last, the buzzer sounded and it was over. Unfortunately for the Rangers, it wasn't their victory.
With a heavy sigh, Hayden skated off the ice with his team. In the locker room, the atmosphere was hushed. The guys on the team quietly went through the motions of changing, showering and packing their stuff up. They were back on the road that night and heading to D.C. next to face the Capitals.
"Sorry we couldn't get it together in the end, Lindy." Craig Darrow, captain of the Rangers, sat down next to Hayden on the bus.
"Don't worry about it." Hayden didn't meet his teammate's eyes.
As a goalie, he often felt responsible for the losses. His teammates, especially Craig, did their best to get him to shake the disappointment following a loss. Deep down, Hayden knew he wasn't the only guy losing the game but when it came down to it, all he knew was that he'd been the one to let in that last goal.
"Come on, don't beat yourself up," Craig went on when he saw the frown on Hayden's face. "It wasn't your fault."
Hayden shrugged and offered Craig a half-hearted smile. "It sure felt like it when the puck went over my shoulder."
Craig shook his head. "No, Hayden. Defense wasn't doing enough for you."
Again, Hayden merely shrugged. He knew he'd shake it off in time for the game in D.C. but for now, he wanted to wallow in his mistake.
I should be better,
he thought with an inward sigh.
I
can
be better, damn it.
It didn't take long for his teammates to pull him out of his funk. The bus ride to the airport was short and no one would let him just sit and rehash that last goal. Hayden was smiling as he boarded the plane with his teammates and laughing by the time he was buckled in.
He never could stay serious and miserable over a loss for long. As Craig reminded him, it was the end of October. They had months before they needed to start panicking about a playoff spot. Hayden shook off the last of his disappointment as the plane took off and he was in a better frame of mind in no time.
***
Natalie was frantic. Her exam was in less than an hour and she couldn't find her calculator. She was in the midst of tossing her dorm room around when her roommate, Madison, walked in.
"Natalie Johnson!" Madison exclaimed, startling Natalie. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Hey, Madison. Have you seen my calculator?"
"Is that why you're turning our room into a disaster area?"
Natalie shrugged as she glanced around. She didn't think it looked any different from normal. She and Madison were not terribly rigid about their cleaning habits. She bent over to continue searching under her desk. "I need my calculator."
Madison made an annoyed sound and stalked over to her own desk. "Here, take mine," she said and tossed her calculator at Natalie.
Natalie squeaked in surprise when the device connected with her backside. "Thanks, Madison. Won't you need it today?"
"Nope." Madison flopped down on her messy bed. "You go ahead and ace that test. I want full credit when you do."
Natalie laughed. "Yeah, right. No one would believe that
you
helped me pass my exam."
Madison was an art history student and was notoriously terrible with math. If it wasn't for keeping track of her shopping expenses, Madison wouldn't even own a calculator.
"When is your test anyway?" Madison asked as she picked up a magazine and flipped through it.
"Soon."
"Did you do your thing last night to make sure you pass?" Madison asked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.