Title: And Who's Army
Author: Bernie
Pairing Martin Broduer / Scott Stevens
Rating PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
Thanks for the cards name Anna
The kids are yelling about something and Martin is
counting down the seconds until he can dump them into the mass of devils-kids
and wives at the arena. He needs a little peace. A little calm before the shots
he will face, the firing squad.
The streets are laid out in formation, shining and
presented like they are on parade. And there is a regulation space between each
house, all keeping their distance all keeping their secrets, the grass crew cut
into submission. The driveways are polished like just scrubbed recruits.
He slams on the brakes when he realizes why he was
driving this way. "Wait here." The kids stare at him blankly.
"I'll be right back."
They turn their open eyes on him, forgetting him the
second he steps into the house to restart their battle over yu-gi-oh cards.
"Don't touch anything." He had told them
grabbing his keys and jogging to the house, pushing his way in when Scott opens
the door.
This is the demilitarized zone. Between the door and
the hallway. No one is trying for advantage in negotiations; no cashiered
generals plan the treaty. No one hangs on their words or depends upon their
wisdom or counsel. Right here, on the mat, there is only the two of them.
"WhatÉ?" Scott's words are cut off by a hard
kiss. "What theÉ?"
"I have a game." Martin is calm now.
"You messed up my routine. I'm a goalie." Martin steps back seconds
before one of Scott's kids creeps around the corner into the foyer with the two
of them.
"Ok, so, umm I gotta go to the game." Martin
blows out the breath of air that he was unaware he had been holding.
"Good luck, "Scott tells him softly stepping
back towards his daughter and smiling down at her, his face becoming more
gentle as she hides behind his legs to stare up at the legionary.
"You will be at the rink tomorrow?" It's
said lightly but there is pleading in Martin's eyes.
"Perhaps." Scott strokes his daughter's hair
softly. "I have.. Responsibilities here."
"Responsibilities there as well." Martin's
eyes harden. "I will see you tomorrow." He orders softly without an
army behind him to back up his words.
He offers a taut smile to the little girl and steps
back into the cold.
The boys are shoving each other in the car, being in
there with them will be like a war zone.
