A Tale Of Two Teams

Chapter One

A/N:

Hey guys! So here it is. This is the story I've been working on. In addition to this, I will also try to keep updating my Edelmandola fanfiction. This is a ship I really love, but can hardly find and fanfic for it at all since Ty is shipped with Jamie so much. Anyways, here you guys go and I hope you like it!
                        -Savanna

Third Person:
        It's the 19th of October, and a nice, cool day at that for Boston. Brad Marchand, number sixty-three on the NHL Boston Bruins, was just waking up at 7 a.m. He was going to have a long day. There was a game against the Dallas Stars scheduled at six thirty p.m. tonight. There would be morning skate-around at 10 a.m. What should have been a normal game against a formidable opponent was not. Brad had not seen Tyler Seguin, number 91 on the NHL Dallas Stars, since the trade he was involved in. It broke his heart, seeing Tyler go. He was one of Brad's favorite teammates. He also was one of his best friends. They told each other everything, well, almost. In the past few months, Brad had been thinking a lot about Tyler and how much he had been missing him, and that was a lot. He spent most of his time thinking about the dark-haired, handsome man in his spare time. Brad doesn't know it yet, but Tyler does the exact same thing. He misses Brad a lot. Just like Brad, Tyler was also nervous about morning skate-around. It's not like he left on bad terms with Brad; that's not how it happened at all. Tyler never wanted to leave in the first place. The Bruins and the Stars had made a deal and there was nothing he could do about it. Tyler didn't just think of Brad as a best friend; he had genuine feelings for him. The bad part is that he still does. He didn't realize how much he needed Brad until he was gone.

Brad's POV:
I got up around 7 a.m. that morning.  My head began to spin, due to having little to no sleep the night before. I had thought about Tyler every minute that night. No one knows about my feelings for Tyler, but it's not like anyone needs to find out. I’ve recently searched myself for answers regarding my sexuality. I’ve finally come to terms with myself and accepted the fact that I’m bisexual. Over the past few months, I was missing Tyler more than usual. I love him a lot. Nothing has ever made me question him or his sexuality, so I kew nothing would ever work, but there's still that small part of me that wished it could.
I got out of bed, walked downstairs, and started a pot of coffee. Wandering my way sleepily back upstairs, I slowly got dressed. I threw on a black t-shirt and an old pair of worn out jeans. In the bathroom, I fixed my hair, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Now feeling more awake than previously before, I sat on my bed and thought about Tyler and today’s game. I'd been looking forward to this game since the beginning of the season. I’d wondered if he was looking forward to it as much as I was.
I headed back downstairs for the second time that morning, only this time, heading straight for the coffee machine. It was ready, and for the most part, so was I. It was almost 8:30 and I had to be at the Garden by 10. I sat and drank my coffee, watching cars that were flying by my living room window. What was he going to be like? Did he change? Is he even going to want to talk to me? Does he think I hate him for leaving? How was he holding up in Dallas? Did he fit in? Did he even miss us at all? Why didn’t he ever call me anymore? Had I been replaced?
As I sat with my coffee in hand, thinking about different possibilities and scenarios, my phone vibrated on the coffee table. It jolted me out of my thoughts, scaring me half out of my skin, making me drop my coffee onto the floor. “God damn it!” I yelled. I slammed my hand down onto the table and grabbed my phone. Not even checking to see who it was, I answered it angrily. “What in the actual fuck!? God damn it all! Hello!?” I put the phone back down on the table, setting it on speaker. I picked up the now empty coffee cup, and started walking over to the kitchen to get paper towels.
“Nice to hear you too.” I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes went wide, dropping the coffee cup once again, this time on the hardwood floor, causing it to shatter. I blanked. “You there?”
“Of course I am,” I managed to squeeze out. Forgetting all about the mess on the floor, I walked back to my phone, picked it up, and sat down on the arm of the couch. “Tyler?” I asked, stunned.
“Well yeah, who else could it be?”
“It could be a hell of a lot of people.” I paused for a moment, anger now proliferating in my voice. “You were the last person I thought would ever call me.”
“I’m sorry. I just thought you were mad at me for leaving and I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me or-”
“Mad at you for leaving? It wasn’t your choice!” I was practically yelling now. When I spoke again, I lowered my voice to a barely audible whisper, “I always had my phone on me those next few months, thinking you were going to call, thinking you were going to tell me how you were. You never did. You left without a damned word. That’s what makes me mad.”
“Brad I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to be this way.”
“You waited,” I paused for a moment. “until the day you came back,” I paused again, “to call me and ask how everything is? Was that your plan? To make sure everything was good before we saw each other again?”
“No, I just... A lot of things have happened since I left and-”
“Yeah, you’re damn right about that one,” I interrupted.
“I-I don’t-” His voice audibly shook as he spoke, almost like he was afraid, terrified even to speak. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, so I just sat silent, waiting for him to say something else. “Maybe we could meet up before morning skate?”
“I guess,” I said impetuously.
“Alright Marchy. I’ll see you then I guess.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“What’s that supposed to-, “I hung up on him before he got a chance to say anything more. I was pissed. Who does he think he is? He hasn’t talked to me in months, and now, all of the sudden, he wants to talk to me since we have a game today? Why is this so hard? I’m so fucking pissed at him, but I’m in love with him at the same time. Why can’t I just choose one or the other?
I picked up a different coffee mug from the table, one from the day before, and slammed it down on the hardwood floor where the first one lay broken.  Leaving both mugs and the spilled coffee on my living room floor, I grabbed my keys, stomped out the door, and slammed it behind me.

The twenty minutes it took to get from my house to TD were excruciating. The more I thought though, the more placid I felt. I began to wind my anger down and think more about the situation at hand. Though I was still slightly indignant, my love for him began to repress the anger and frustration I had felt before. When I arrived at TD, I sat inside of my car and thought for a moment or so. What were we going to say? How is the situation gonna play out? How am I going to be able to act normal around him, knowing that I love him? The more I thought about it, the more worried I had become. Come on Marchy. You can do this. It's just for a couple of hours.

"Marchy!" I heard a yell from across the room as I stepped into the front room of the TD Garden training facility. I sighed, knowing exactly who it was and that I couldn’t avoid him forever. Exasperation began to flood over my emotions again.
"Hey Ty." He came up to me and gave me a big hug. Though I was slightly annoyed with him at the moment, I still loved him. I had missed him. I embraced him back for the couple seconds that it lasted.
"I've really missed you man." I said as he started to let go.
"Yeah."
"We have a lot to catch up on, eh," he asked, ignoring the impetuous tone in my voice.
"I suppose." He looked kind of distant now, but I didn’t really care. I started walking to the locker room when I heard Tyler again.
"Marchy?"
"What?"
"I really am sorry for leaving." I didn’t know what to say. There was so much remorse in his voice that it made me feel guilty. Guilty that I had come down on him so hard, guilty that I had not taken at least some of the blame.
Still facing away from him, I spoke. "It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done."
"I mean it. When I first heard I was going to be traded, I..." He started stuttering. "I first thought of you and how I was going to tell you. You were the first to know because I-"
"Tyler it's fine. I don't need any explanation from you. Like I already said, none of it was your fault."
"I just feel so bad about leaving you hanging. All I'm trying to say is that I never wanted to leave this organization, or... you."