Jack Zimmermann has a plan for his second year in the NHL, which includes finishing scandal free and going public with his boyfriend. Not included in his plan for the year: Kent Parson getting traded to the Falcs and his running twitter monologue about the weather in New England.
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17 Nov 2017
Will’s parents die when he’s nine.
They die when he’s nine, a car crash that should’ve killed them all, and he’s left sitting in the waiting room of a hospital with a three month old baby sister in his arms and nowhere to go.
They die when he’s nine and there’s no other family, no relatives, no godparents, no close family friends. There’s no one. William and Jessica Poindexter are completely alone.
Eric has a sudden vivid memory of his own childhood room, the one he had before they moved to Madison. Mama had decorated it, of course, but she’d done it with Coach in mind, with an eye toward the sort of father-son bonding that seemed to come naturally to all his cousins and classmates. There’d been a football-patterned wallpaper border and a gridiron rug that scratched under Eric’s bare feet when he got out of bed every morning. And every night he’d fallen asleep under a duvet printed with cartoon football players, running and making passes and tackling without fainting once. The night after his first disastrous peewee practice he’d pushed the comforter to the floor, not sure he could look at it without crying, and blamed the unseasonably warm night when Mama asked him about it the next morning.
Jack's friends just don't want him to be lonely, that's all. He has to admit, the step from there to them setting him up on some stupid sugar daddy dating website is a big one but that's okay, Jack'll just delete the account. Only this cute blond boy is sending him messages and it'd be rude to log off without at least saying hello.
Jack knows logically that ACL tears are common enough that his surgeon will have done this procedure dozens, if not hundreds of times, but—
—but something can always go wrong. Most people in Jack’s situation will recover completely and without incident, but most is not the same as all. Nothing is sure. No one can make promises. He’s had eighteen months in the NHL and no power in the world can guarantee him any more.
The plane flies over Lake Ontario. Somewhere thousands of feet below him, the Maple Leafs are preparing to take on the Capitals. His own team is thousands of miles behind him, flying south to California to play the Kings.
Jack tips his head back against the seat and cries.
Written for the 2017 Check Please Big Bang, with a fanmix by francisfourever.