Rating: PG-13, some swearing
Characters: Patrick Marleau, Joe Thornton
Dedication: The Vegas girls. :D
Disclaimer: It's all lies!
Author's Notes: This is set just after Joe Thornton was traded to the Sharks in November 2005. I started writing this in 2007 but only picked it up again recently and it's finally done! The idea came from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, but I went a different direction with it.
Don't worry, Lira, Joe engages in absolutely no kissing in this fic! :P
Heart in a Box, 4
Joe was still too excited about that night's game to go to sleep; he could barely even wipe the grin off his face. He couldn't have hoped for a better debut with his new team: a shot off the post in his first shift and two assists in a 5-0 win--the first win for the team in almost a month.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. His roommate was already fast asleep, or seemed to be, anyway. Joe preferred to think that Patty had slipped into unconsciousness, that he wouldn't get up and go to the bathroom, because even in the dim light sifting through the hotel room curtains, the dark scab running over Patty's sternum was visible, and it wasn't something that Joe was keen on seeing again.
As his ears adjusted to the silence, he started to hear something--a muffled pounding sound, like someone two rooms away was thumping the wall with his fist. The sounds were coming regularly, two at a time, and he thought that it was like hearing the blood pounding in his ears, but from a distance. He didn't know what was making the sounds, or where they were coming from, but he found them strangely soothing and reassuring, and he drifted off to sleep as his heart slowed to match the beats.