Canadian Sniper [ON HOLD]

7: Jesse

"This is not cool, Dyl," Jesse told Dylynn as they sat down on the bleachers. He'd given a few high-fives and fist-bumps to fans as they walked to their seats, but he wasn't happy about going to a game he was supposed to be playing in.

"Believe me, this will help." Dylynn ignored the calls of, 'Jesse dude, hot girlfriend!' and 'Is that your girlfriend?'. "It was so hard for me to get into a car after my mom died, but once I did, it helped the healing. The mental aspect."

"So what's my mental healing?" Jesse asked her.

"Your mental thing will be once you get back to playing," Dylynn replied. "You're going to be scared that the same thing's going to happen and you'll never play again. But I need to ease you into the atmosphere again. So let me set some ground rules. No jumping up, that'll put unnecessary strain on your back. Cheer as loud as you want, but don't move, and if you need to use the bathroom I have to go with you."

"Into the men's room?" Jesse asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Vachar, I'll wait outside," Dylynn groaned.

"You sure?" Jesse teased. He couldn't help it, flirting with Dylynn just felt natural. Even if she was his specialist.

Dylynn hated to use the term therapist in reference to herself, she had once told him. None of the other doctors at the rehabilitation centre were referred to as therapists, so why should she? She was more of a therapist, but Dr. Brkic had told him that she specialized in trauma therapy, because she had so much experience first-hand. It was one of the reasons why he had assigned Dylynn to him, because they had so much in common. 

So the two of them had decided on the term 'specialist' whenever they talked about her role in his life, and it was working out just fine.

"I'm quite sure," Dylynn said, glaring at him. "If I tell Derek you're flirting with me, he'll cut your balls off. I'm not sure I can rehab you back from that. Your mental state might never return to where it used to be," she teased, grinning widely. 

"Derek wouldn't," Jesse insisted.

"On the bright side, you'd never have to wear a jock again," Dylynn suggested.

Jesse groaned. "You are just like Derek." He decided to change topics, not liking they were talking about his teammate. "Why haven't you accepted my Facebook request?" he asked.

Dylynn laughed. "Not allowed to."

"Why not?" Jesse asked. "Work policy?"

"No, my uncle found out who I was rehabilitating and forbid me to do anything with you," Dylynn replied.

"And you're going to listen to him?" Jesse asked incredulously.

"You've got quite the reputation in Halton Hills, Jesse," Dylynn said. "Everyone knows who you are."

"Because of the team," Jesse said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and your party habits. You're like a mini-Tyler Seguin," Dylynn replied.

"I don't party like Tyler Seguin," Jesse said indignantly.

"Actually, you're right, since Seguin got traded to Dallas he's stopped partying. So, you're worse," Dylynn said, shrugging. "Don't be ashamed of it, it's who you are. It's not like it's stopped you from maintaining a 4.0 GPA."

"So because I'm a partyer, you're not allowed to friend me on Facebook? That seems kind of ridiculous," Jesse admitted.

"You're right, it is, but my uncle and I are really close. If he doesn't want me to do something, I'm going to listen to him," Dylynn replied. "One day, when you're super famous and scoring fifty goals a season in the NHL, okay?"