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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 910 -:- 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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Where it all started. A story inspired by qfd_work's Love Voodoo.

e·qui·lib·ri·um

-noun, plural

1. a state of rest or balance due to the equal action of opposing forces.
2. mental or emotional balance; equanimity.

Chapter 1

“Hey, who’s the girl? Some reporter or somethin’?”

I was walking down the tunnel towards the Canucks’ training room when I heard the question coming from a group of the guys tossing a soccer ball around. I turned my head towards them and held up my Canucks’ ID card which hung from my neck and shook my head at them.

“Naw, that’s Samantha,” Matt Cooke replied, raising his arm to beckon me over. I attempted to tuck a long stray bang around my right ear, but as usual it had a mine of its own and refused to behave. Beside Matt were the Twins, Mo, Ohlund, and a couple of unfamiliar guys, all standing in a circle.

Ah. The new guys.

The one that’d asked was a blond and had a pleasant face, the other new addition to the team stood across from him, silently soaking in the scene. When I got to Matt, he placed his hands on my shoulder and turned me around to face the group. I smiled to Mo, Ohlund, and the Twins, all of whom knew me. But despite their presence, I instinctively tightened my grip around the expensive camera in my hands, while fighting the urge to tug at my jacket. I hated the being the centre of attention when I didn’t have a camera to hide behind. It made me really self-conscious.

“Sam, this is Rory and Taylor,” he motioned to first to the shorter one with the smirk, then to the taller, younger guy standing between Daniel and Hank.

“Hi, I’m with PR – team’s main photographer,” I said, stepping towards Rory first and offering my right hand. “Nice to meet you, Rory. Welcome to the team,” I turned and faced Taylor, me from my five foot seven to his six foot four. Taylor’s startling blue eyes caught me off guard. They locked on to mine as we reached out and shook hands - his completely enveloping mine, “Taylor.” Blue Eyes was more appropriate. Those things should come with a warning, I thought, as I broke the connection and took a breath, “So, umm, why don’t you guys continue your game and I’ll take a couple of pictures?” I said, inwardly cringing at the slight breathiness of my voice, praying that none of them had noticed, but judging from the knowing look that passed between Mo and Ohlund, I wasn’t that lucky.

“Sure,” they said in union, a little too in sync with one another. Warning signs popped up in my head. Not good.

“Hey, who are the twins here? Us, or you two?” Hank cried in mock anger, but picked up the soccer ball that lay at his feet without further complaint and the guys spread out and reformed their circle.

I never quite understood why they used a soccer ball when a hacky sack would’ve been more appropriate for the game they were playing. Too girly for such manly hockey players, I suspected.

I took a few steps back, and took off the cap on the camera and raised it to eye level, adjusting the zoom feature to get the best shot. One of the Twins bent his leg and kicked it towards Rory, who missed it on the first bounce with an, “Ooof,” but was able to direct it towards Ohlund on his second try. I let out a small laugh, which he caught.

“Hey, D-men aren’t suppose to be light on their feet,” to which Ohlund replied in a Swedish twang, “Actually, the good ones are.” The guys laughed and I snapped off a picture. They continued to toss the ball a few times around the circle. Ohlund kicked the ball smoothly into the air a couple of times and then passed it smoothly to Mo. Click, I snapped another shot. Taylor’s back was now a couple feet away from me as I took my attention away from the game to re-adjust my camera. Mo took that opportunity to cry, “This one’s for you Py,” Wait… Py? As in Taylor Pya- too late. I looked up at the last moment to see his back coming at me. What did Mo do? Boot the damn thing? My left land tightened around my camera as my right hand went up in an attempt to stop his inertia, but it was no use. Two hundred pounds of man knocked into me, sending me to the ground hard on my butt.

“Ugh, way to make a girl look graceful, Mo,” I mumbled, feeling a blush spread across my face.

“You all right?” came a worried deep voice. I looked up and my breath caught.

“Yeah, just got the wind knocked out of me,” I croaked, attractively I’m sure.

“Sorry about that, guess I got caught up in the game,” he offered a small smile as he started to back away, not breaking eye contact. I felt like I was frozen to the spot. Blue Eyes held out his hand to me and it took me a second longer than it should’ve to register what that meant.

“Thanks,” I said, finally grabbing his hand and pulling myself up.

“Sore?” He placed his left hand on my arm to steady me.

“Yeah, a bit.”

There was a loud cough and we both turned toward the noise. Mo. And Ohlund. Standing there with the rest of them, big ass smiles on their faces. That’s when I realized that we were still holding hands. I dropped it immediately and tried to look nonchalant, but the burning sensation across my cheeks betrayed me. Again.

“Ugh, my camera!” It had taken a good couple of bounces, but was all in one piece when I bent over and picked it up. That was, until I tried to turn it on and got nothing. I gave it a shake and there was rattle. “Oh, you are so going to use some of that three mil to get this fixed, Mo.” I waved that camera in his direction as Py went to fetch the ball.

Trevor popped his head out from the training room door at that moment and looked at the guys.

“What’s going on? You guys done slacking? Alain wants to go over a couple of things with us.” The guys looked like they wanted to groan, but gathered their water bottles without complaint and started to headed in. “Oh hey, Sam. Long time no see.” Trev came up to me.

“What happened?” he asked when all I could do was lift the corner of my mouth in a pathetic attempt to smile. Mo came up from behind and ruffled my hair, pulling some of it out of my tight ponytail.

“He happened,” I gestured upwards towards Mo in an annoyed voice.

“I’d like to disagree. He happened,” Mo in turn turned his head towards Blue Eyes, who was bouncing the soccer ball and was just about to go in before his sixth sense kicking in, and he glanced in our direction. He gave turned the corner of his mouth up in a small smile before heading in.

“Oh, please. You’re the one that broke my camera,” I countered, playing it cool by showing Trev my broken camera. “I mean, what the hell was up with that kick? I know you’re not exactly a soccer player, but jeez.”

“Sorry about that,” he replied sheepishly. “That was totally unintended. Look, just get it fixed and send me the bill.”

“And what was intended back there, Mo? It was like… you and Olie were playing…I don’t know… matchmaker or something,” I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

“Oh, now she thinks Py is gross,” he turned to Trev. “You should’ve seen the way she was making goo-goo eyes at him.”

“I don’t think Py’s gross, I meant-”

“See, she admits it.”

“You know what, Mo? Just…” I flipped him the bird.

“Cute,” he replied, grinning.

“Okay, okay. Enough. The both of you. God, you’re like a couple of kids,” Trev said exasperatedly as he turned to the door, wary of our squabble.

“Hey, I’m only five years younger than you, you know!” came Mo’s indignant cry.

“Nice comeback.”

“Shut up.”
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