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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5

"I'll meet you outside, all right?" I said to Pyatt as he stood changing out of his equipment after a game.

"Yeah, okay," he took off his jersey. The media crowded into the room and headed straight to Nazzy, Bobby Lu, and Mo for quotes and sound bites. The team had lost another one. November was turning out to be a tough month as goals became harder to come by.

"I might be a while though. Need to get on the bike and then shower." I nod, trying not to stare as he continued to strip.

"No problem. Take your time," I said, not budging.

"Sam."

"Yeah?" I looked up at him and realized that I was staring at his bare chest.

"You've got a bit of…" he pretended to wipe drool from the corner of my mouth. His eyes twinkled as a blush came over me.

"I'll just… be going now. See you outside." He grinned at my flustered state.

"Wait," he called over the chatter of voices. Py looked around to see if the coast was clear before sweeping me into is sweaty arms and kissing me quickly on the lips.

I'm not sure when we decided that we would keep our relationship private from the rest of the guys; we never really talked about it. I suppose that after the whole hotel incident, it was an almost natural transition. Only having been with two previous guys before, this was still new to me. The exhilaration of being around him but needing to keep a certain distance required stealth, I learned. It also meant a lot of stolen kisses whenever we could fit them in. Not that I was complaining.

"Something to whet your appetite," he whispered after he released me. As if I needed it.

I slipped out of the packed room and into the cool quiet hall. After quickly flipping through the shots I'd taken from the game, I dropped by John's office and handed my memory card over to one of the teckies hunched over a computer.

"Hey, Mike. Do you mind uploading them for me tonight?" He looked up, surprised at seeing me.

"Whoa, really? But… you usually do them."

"Please. Just this once. You can even chose which ever six to post." I pleaded. Mike was a dark skinned twenty-something html genius fresh out of one of the local technical schools. He was John's main man when it came to the website and had been since last spring.

"Sure thing. Must be some hot date," he winked.

"Why is that so hard for everyone to believe," I said sarcastically, throwing my arms in mock disbelief.

"Something about an overprotective body guard, I hear," he said, inserting the card into his computer. Touché. "This'll take a moment." I nodded, not taken aback that he knew about Mo. Guys around here gossiped worse than little old ladies.

"Body guard, best friend, it's all the same to you guys," I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Thanks, I owe you," I said as he handed it back a minute later.

"Don't be a stranger, Sam."

I thumbed my camera while slowly wondering back to the dressing room. The mural of Canuck jerseys were just coming into view when two hands grabbed me from behind and quickly moved to cover my eyes as I let out a yelp.

"Guess who?" said a confident voice sprinkled with the slightest accent, his warm breathe tickling my left ear.

"Hmm, Santa? No, it's too early for Santa to visit," I drabbled, stalling for time. The voice was familiar. Very familiar.

"I can't believe you've already forgotten your favourite player, Sammie," the voice tisked.

Only one person called me by that nickname.

"Jarkko? What are you doing here?" I took his hands off my eyes and was greeted by his trademark smirk. He held his arms open. Still shocked at seeing him, he didn't wait. Instead, he took the initiative and moved to hug me.

In my strange daze, I turned my head to kiss him on the cheek, but he sensed it and turned his head to catch my lips, his hands grabbing on securely to my waist. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him off.

"Why are you here? Mo's going to-"

"I'm not afraid of him," he smirked.

"Ruuts?" It was Trevor. He frowned as we approached us, but offered his hand anyways. "How've you been doing?"

"Good, man. Sid the Kid is no joke. A living legend that one."

Trevor nodded. "Whatcha doing here half way across the continent anyways?"

"You two sure know how to make a guy feel welcome," he grumbled. "Coach gave me a few days off," healthy scratch – a shame, I thought, "and I wanted to pay my girl a visit."

"What? I'm not `your girl'." I corrected him instantly. "I'm a friend, at most and even that's a stretch."

"Sammie…" he cooed, reaching for my hand.

"You." Mo had come out of the locker room – Pyatt behind him. "What are you doing here? Stay away from her."

"Mo, I can handle this – him," I hissed. Py came up beside me and sized up Ruutu silently.

"She's right, Mo," Trev attempted to drag him away. "Sam'll let you know if she needs you, won't you, Sam?" I nodded because I couldn't lie to Mo very well – verbally at least. Mo sent one dark look to Ruutu then looked unsurely at Pyatt's back. He really didn't want to leave.

"Mo," I warned. He met my gaze and with indecision in his eyes, turned and left with Trev.

"So who's this guy," Ruutu said tipping his head towards Py, ignoring Mo's exit altogether.

"I'm Taylor." Unlike Linden, Pyatt didn't offer a handshake. "I'm Sam's… friend."

Ruutu raised an eyebrow. "Friend? Really."

"I can't believe you flew all the way out here… and for what?" I paused, contemplating whether or not to continue. I bit my lip as Jarkko waited, his dark brown eyes silently daring me to go on.

"An old one night stand?" I said coolly, crossing my arms all the while trying to ignore Pyatt tensing up beside me.

"Oh, is that what your `big brother' told you?"

I was completely baffled that we were having this conversation here and now.

"No. It's what waking up alone told me."

Ruutu shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

"… I-"

"It's fine, Ruuts," I cut him off, "I'm over it. Really. I'm sorry your trip was a waste of time, but there's nothing left here for you." It was true. Half the team was gone and I'd long gotten over our little drunken, passion filled night. Ruutu wasn't my first and he wouldn't be my last. Not to mention the memory of dealing with an enraged Mo (a side of him I'd never thought even existed) the next day was still clear and very sobering in my mind.

I woke up to loud banging. Too loud. The noise hurt my head.

"Ruuts, man. Get up, we've got to be on the bus by ten or Crow's going to throw a fit."

Cooke? I wondered sleepily, pulling the covers over my ears, but in doing so I felt the fabric brush against my body. I froze, suddenly wide-awake. Wait… was that Cooke?! Where was I? Why the hell was I naked? I only slept nude after… oh my god.

The whole night came flooding back. The celebration. The booze. The smirk. His smirk. His kisses …Ruutu! I sat up straight, the blood rushing to my head.

"Fuck!" I swore, "Stop banging on the door, damn it!"

"Sam?!"

I looked around. My clothes were strewn everywhere. There was no sign of Ruutu. I hastily grabbed my underwear off of the carpet, trying to ignore the soreness between my legs. I slipped on my jeans and one of Ruutu's hoodies, shoving my red top into its pocket. God, my head hurt.

"Sam, is that you? What are you doing in Ruutu's room?"

"I'll be there in a second!" I called, wincing at the sound of my hoarse voice.

I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes were red, my hair a mess. I quickly pulled it into a high ponytail only to see bruises up my neck. This can't get any worse, I groaned, untying the ponytail so my hair covered the hickeys.

Cooke kept knocking. What the hell was up with that guy? I splashed water on my face and towelled off before jerking the door open.

"God, could you keep it down, Cooke! My head hurts like a bitch."

"Sam."

There stood Mo, his mouth in a tight, grim line - Cooke behind him. I covered my face with my hands.

"Where is he?" Cooke asked softy.

"I don't know," I said, looking away.

"Come on, we're going to my room," Mo deadpanned, "Give us some privacy," he said to Cooke.

He didn't throw his arm around me like he normally would have after I did something to piss him off, but then again, I'd never done anything like this before. There was nothing comforting about his tense demeanour as he led the way down the hall of the hotel to his room. He slipped his card into the slot and held the door open for me. I trudged in, my heart pounding anxiously.

I brought my legs up to my chin, hugging myself as soon as I sat on Mo's bed. He paced the room silently before sitting down in front of me.

"Tell me you didn't do what it looks like you did."

My head spun from his choice of words.

"I… did what it looks like I did."

"What the hell were you thinking, Sam? Ruutu?!" he said, anger slowly seeping into his voice. "You know what kind of guy he is – you knew and you still..."

"I don't have to explain myself to you," I said quietly, still not looking at him, so he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. His hazel green eyes were bright with frustration, disappointment, … and hurt.

"I'm not a kid, Mo. So what if I got drunk? So what if I was feeling a little bit lonely and he was there with his damn cocky grin?" I winced as his grip got tighter. "You're hurting me, Mo." He immediately loosened his hand and caressed my face tenderly.

"Sorry," he said in a tiny voice.

After a tense moment, he said, "You could have come to me if you were lonely, Sam."

"No, I couldn't have. Not for that," I said, having the decency to blush. "And besides, I already depend on you too much."

"Sam."

"I know, I know, it's stupid - but that doesn't make it any less true." I pulled away from him so I could lean against his headboard and run a hand through my hair. Something about the action caught his eye. And just like that his fury was back again. Mo reached towards me and pulled back my hair from my neck before I realized what he was doing. He traced Ruutu's markings with his fingers.

"I'll kill him," he stated in a strange, light voice as I placed my hand on his.

"No," I said forcefully. "No, you won't. Stay out of it, Mo. It was just a one time thing," I tried to say without emotion, but the words seemed bitter and pained even to me.

"I know you, Sam. You wear your heart on your sleeve," he grabbed my hand and sighed. "Don't fall for the guy, all right? Just… stay away from him altogether. Promise me.

I studied him. It looked like he had aged ten years. Did I do that to him? He'd never looked so vulnerable before and that made my heart flutter strangely.

"Sam… please. For me."

I took a deep breath, "Alright." Mo threw his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek in relief. "But," I snuck in.

"But?" Mo backed off.

"But, only because I know he's a total man whore," I finished.

"…You mean… not for me?"

I shook my head lightly. Big brother or not, there had to be limits to this friendship. Mo pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping my appearance once more.

"Give me back my damn kiss," he decided, his poker face on. Was he hurt? Was he joking? I couldn't tell.

"No way," I said softy, faking astonishment. "It's mine now." I touched the spot where his lips had been.

"We've got a bus to catch, don't we?" I groaned as I felt my headache return.

"Sammie…" Ruutu tried his Finish charm again, snapping me out of my reminiscent state.

I pulled him aside, throwing Py an, "Excuse us."

"Why are you really here?" I hissed at Jarrko. "That was ages ago, remember? I thought we'd put that behind us."

"I didn't putting anything behind us, you did."

"That is such a lie. You ignored me for days!"

"That was mutual, but it was you who ignored me the weeks and months after," he retorted.

Suddenly, the concrete ground seemed very interesting to me.

"I miss you," Ruutu admitted in a quiet voice. I looked up at him.

"We could have had something, Sam."

"Maybe you're right, but `could have' is past tense, Jarrko." I said softy, but firmly. "We were good friends before that night. You always knew how to piss Mo off by flirting with me and I would be a liar if I said I didn't like the attention," I paused. "We had some good times, but that's as far as we can go."

Confidence was a sexy attribute and he had enough to fill GM Place. But things reached a pinnacle after a great come from behind win against the Wild on the road and partying got a bit out of control.

For the first time in all the years I'd known him, Ruutu looked defeated. He must have truly believed that coming all the way here would persuade me to… what? Jump happily into his arms and follow him back to Pittsburgh?

His eyes flickered over to Pyatt. "Fine. It was one hell of a night though," he said loud enough for half the city to hear. I winced, red faced as I felt Pyatt burn holes into him. Ruutu turned to leave, but stopped mid-step and glanced at him.

"Take care of her."

I let out a shaky breath that I didn't know I was holding as Ruutu left GM Place for the second time in his life. He was one of a kind - that was undeniable.

Pyatt came over to me and easily pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. "I don't like him," he growled.

"Wouldn't imagine you would," I sighed, snuggling into him.

"So it's over, then? Whatever you two had?"

"I'm not sure there we really had anything to begin with." I looked into his piercing blue eyes.

"Sam, come over for dinner at my place," he blurted.

"Is that a question or a command?" I smiled at him. That seemed to relax his tense shoulders a bit.

"It's whatever the lady wishes," he kissed me soundly on the spot and we both forgot that we were suppose to be platonic friends to those around us.
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