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Bring Home Gold

Title: Bring Home Gold
Author: Mae
Rating: PG-13 slash
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov, Alexander Korolyuk (Sasha)
Archive: http://tika.bravepages.com/hockey/slash/gold.html
Dedication: Thanks to Abby for looking this over!
Disclaimer: It's all lies!
Author's Notes: This was written for Alex's Olympics Challenge on HD. Korolyuk played for us last season, but chose to play in Russia this season for "family reasons". Nabokov has said to the media a couple of times that he's going to try to talk him into coming back to San Jose. Russia finished in 4th place at the Olympics. The food at the Olympic Village was crappy.


"What would it take for you to come back?" Evgeni asks, and he's not sure why those words are coming out of his mouth.

Sasha pretends he hasn't heard him, because he doesn't want to go down the path the question will take him, and he hurriedly cuts off too large a piece of steak and stuffs it into his mouth, chewing slowly, conveniently removing his ability to speak.

Evgeni raises the glass of red wine to his lips and sips, annoyed that he's started this, because he must finish everything he starts, and if he weren't so stubborn, he would begin to regret luring Sasha out of the Olympic Village with the temptation of a real restaurant with real food.

But he is that stubborn, and to regret is to admit that he's made a mistake, and while he's never shied away from admitting his mistakes to other people, he knows that they are quicker to forgive than his own heart.

Two more gulps of wine nourish his voice, and he repeats the question, slowly and clearly, watching the words take their effect on Sasha. He's aware that what he's doing is cruel - sadistic even - but something in him needs to know that certain things haven't changed, that they will never change.

Sasha sets his fork and knife down, appetite gone, and wonders why two years in Russia haven't toughened him, why those words strip him of the defenses he'd thought were solidly in place when he came to Italy. He remembers the first time he heard that question, and he remembers his answer, he remembers his relief at finally saying those words out loud.

He also remembers being utterly destroyed by the response.

"Some things would have to change," he says carefully, then realises, after some confusion, that where he thought there were feelings, he can only find scars.

Evgeni doesn't like this; this is not what he expected, and he hates being wrong. He needs to see Sasha crumble in front of him, because it's the only thing that will hold him together when he goes home to what he will never admit is his biggest mistake.

"And they won't." Sasha leans back in his chair, believing his words even as he says them. He feels calm, and though he's far from happy right now, he thinks that one day he might be.

They sit there quietly, finishing their meals. Evgeni feels a strange sense of loss, finally missing something that's been gone for a while. He coolly places a forkful of steak into his mouth even as regret threatens to overwhelm him, and he desperately, hopelessly tries to convince himself that's not what it is.

He leaves Italy with nothing.

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then realises, after some confusion, that where he thought there were feelings, he can only find scars.

I want to eat your brains.

He leaves Italy with nothing.

And have your babies. Dont' worry. I'll raise them so you won't have to deal with them.

Hey! How did you find temporarily sekrit fic?

Ahh, you're not getting my brains! I have this handy dandy Zombie Survival Guide! I will, hmm *flips pages* damn, I have no guns, crossbows, katana swords, power tools, blowguns, slings, shurikens or throwing knives.

I will fend you off with a cheap serrated knife from IKEA.

Dude, it was on my flist. You must've re-edited to make it appear only on your lj. And I saw it before you edited. Er.

I need to go to an IKEA someday.

Oh uhh... yeah... *ahem*


gah I'm with tammy.. though not about the babies ;) but the rest yes..gah *love*

But you want to eat my brains too! I'll fend you off with a screwdriver that has a reversable head! (Philips and flat head)

*hugs* Thanks. :)

Evgeni feels a strange sense of loss, finally missing something that's been gone for a while.

Sigh, I love that. And the line about feelings and scars of course, and the whole thing, and you know, I somehow get the feeling lots will be cast for your brain before this is over. :p

Ahh, thank you so much. :D

According the Zombie Survival Guide, I should go upstairs and destroy the stairs. I'm already upstairs so that's one step down!

Well, that's settled then. I'll build an elevator!

He leaves Italy with nothing.
You know, the thing is I love how beautifully logical the build up is, and yet the last sentence still hits me like a ton of bricks. They're so crumbly and falling apart and the writing is really, really lovely. I've missed your writing so bad.

And for the record, I would have/raise your babies should you permit me, but I don't think I'd eat your brains. Sorry.

Ahh!!! *hides from monitor* Thank you so much!!!

Ha! I will just have to use my... you know, I've run out of weapons here. Maybe I could hurl DVDs like shurikens.

Anyway, those will be used on someone else!

*swooon* I love how they're so not. Does that make sense?

Yes, it does! I like that way of describing it, hee! Thank you. :)

I love how everything is so... understated. At first glance it's just a few simple questions and a few simple responses, but you manage to layer so much under this little conversation and last line? Oh, my heart. I really love this, and since we probably have the same attitudes towards babies, ummm. I'd like to raise chinchillas with you?

Ahhh, thank you!!! *hugs* I think because of SDQ, I've become obsessed with people tormenting each other. She rocks.


*sniff* she does like tormenting people, doesn't she?

It's odd to think that UAGP only has two more days to live.

She does! And like, at first it's really traumatizing, but then you start to like it!!! It's like the woman in Hellraiser who gets into mrdering people.


You develop a tolerance? Or an addiction? Yeah.

I like the story...mostly. But I feel like I'm missing some part of the story, too, to make it so that I don't understand what's going on when I should.

Was there a previous fic that this was kind of a sequel to?

Err, there is a backstory, but it exists only in my head, muahahaha! :P

It's really more of a fill-in-your-own-backstory thing, but IM me if you want to know what I had in mind. :D

oh god the, I like the finality of that. I like that something that has been over is now over, but, it doesn't solve anything. Does that make sense. Perfect. Sad and not over the top angsty.

Only losers in this situation. :(

I'm glad you liked it, thank you so much, Bernie. :D

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