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Avery was a huge flirt. Marcia knew this. And Avery kept looking at her, all the time. It was driving Marcia crazy. She was one of only a few ladies in the NHL right now. It was her, Sydney Crosby, Joanna Toews and Patricia Kane, keeping the women in the Big Show. Manon had gone into retirement, taking up a position with the League itself. Marcia missed playing against her but Manon paved the way, it was up to them to live up to her guidance. Plus Manon deserved the job. Marcia’s not going to fuck this up. She can’t and she wouldn’t. This was her dream, the one thing she had always wanted and she wouldn’t dare screw that up with some fling with Avery. He wasn’t completely a jerk, but he flirted with everyone. Like all the time. It wasn’t real. And people talked. She’d rather not be known for sleeping around with teammates. She’s worked too hard to get here. Marcia finished up and changed into her clothes, feeling a pair of eyes upon her. She glanced behind her to see Avery across the room, looking at her speculatively. It wasn’t quite the flirty look that he usually gave her. She rolled her eyes and finished up. Marcia had stuff to do and she wasn't about to become a fling for Sean Avery. That was exactly what could fuck up her place here. She said bye, waving at some of the slower guys and left. Marcia heard steps behind her and glanced back to see Avery trailing her.
“Hey,” Sean Avery said, coming up beside her. “You busy?”
“Uh,” Marcia hesitated. Should she lie? No, she was taught better. “Not really. What’s going on?”
“I was hoping that you’d let me dress you,” Avery told her.
“What? Why?” Marcia scoffed as they walked down the street, blending into the mass of people on the New York City sidewalks.
“Your clothing looks like shit. Who picked out your outfit?” Avery asked.
Marcia flushed, going bright red. “I did.”
“You don’t know shit about what to wear, do you?” Avery questioned her.
She blushed redder. “No. No! I don’t!” she said, getting heated. “Of course I don’t! I’ve been busy playing hockey!”
“That’s an excuse,” Avery told her. “Luckily, we can fix it. C’mon. It’ll be fun.”
Marcia stopped and looked at him. “You really want to do this.”
“I really want to do this,” Avery told her, holding his hand up like a promise.
“It’s on you,” Marcia said, her eyes narrowed.
“Deal,” Avery told her, looking excited.
Marcia’s stomach sank.
***
Marcia was pulled into the clothing store, already embarrassed. What the fuck was she even doing, allowing this?
“Look, c’mon, just relax. This is fun,” Sean told her. “It’s going to be fun.”
“This isn’t exactly fun for me, Avery,” Marcia explained. “It’s a pain in the ass to find stuff that actually fits.”
“I figured but we’ll find stuff,” Sean told her. “I enjoy this shit. Besides, you play for the Rangers. You should look like you belong here.”
Marcia looked at him and rolled her eyes. “I said I would, didn’t I?”
Sean laughed and started picking out stuff for her to try on. Marcia watched him, amused at how into it he was. This was a whole other side of him that she wasn’t aware of. She let him dress her up, even including shoes, as Sean explained what worked for her and how to basically dress for her tall frame. He was really good at it too. It was a bit surreal, to be honest. He kept up his side of the bargain, paying for her new wardrobe.
“Do you... Want to drop this off and maybe go eat something?” Marcia asked, looking at Sean.
“Sounds fun,” Sean told her. “You should change though. I won’t be seen with you looking like that.”
“Fuck you and your standards,” Marcia replied with a smirk, flipping him off.
“Your nail polish is chipped,” Sean pointed out smugly.
“Fuck,” Marcia said, looking at it and scowling as she didn’t see anything wrong with it. “Asshole.” He always went for her weak spots.
Sean laughed. “You knew that from the first day you joined the team.”
Marcia chuckled. “Not my fault you have a pretty accurate rep.”
“It’s how I do things,” Sean confided, reaching out as he took her hand and squeezed. Marcia rolled her eyes and they walked to her apartment.
Sean looked around at the stark walls and raised an eyebrow. Marcia frowned.
“What?”
“Do you own anything?” Sean asked.
“I have a bed,” Marcia told him. “I was thinking of getting a table but...” she shrugged. “It’s... They could probably send me back to Hartford and my apartment there was furnished so I don’t have anything.”
“Ugh,” Sean said, looking disgusted.
Marcia ignored him and took her new clothes to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She started undressing. Marcia stood, looking at her stuff as she took tags off things and tried not to think about how much Sean just dropped. She pulled on a black shirt, a pair of her new jeans and pulled on the leather jacket that he liked. Marcia left her long reddish blonde hair loose and slipped on a pair of flats, trying not to tower over Sean any more than she already did.
“What are you feeling tonight?” Marcia asked as Sean looked her up and down, nodding approvingly. She rolled her eyes. “I’ll go by myself if you don’t stop.”
“Stop admiring my handiwork? Never,” Sean retorted and grinned up at her.
“You’re an ass,” Marcia told him with a smirk.
Sean laughed. “You like that about me. Let’s head to Broadway and see what catches our eye.”
“Alright,” Marcia agreed easily.
***
Marcia and Sean started hanging out more often as Marcia started drawing attention both for her playing and her new style. She never really cared how she looked, too worried with hockey and not letting her gender stop her from playing. But the new attention was really embarrassing. So she looked good, who cared? Apparently everyone. Sean was always amused, enjoying the fact that she was well dressed, or so Marcia thought. Who knew with Avery? Probably more enjoying that he helped her. Some Alpha male bullshit or whatever. It was Sean.
The press was paying more attention to her and she kept getting her picture taken. It was weird but when women were coming up to her, asking to get an autograph, Marcia knew that maybe this wasn’t so bad. It sucked that she got more attention just because she was dressed up but, unfortunately that was society. Marcia didn’t complain. Things were tenuous for all the women in the league right now and she wouldn’t bring them all down. It was stupid. They could play so why not let them, right? She just wanted to make people proud. Marcia thinned her lips as she walked into the restaurant, seeing Sean wave at her. He was... He was really weird about food. She just liked to eat but with him... she just had a better appreciation of meal building. Maybe she should try to bake- No. No. No.
Marcia sat down. She wasn’t seriously thinking that she should bake him something.
“You ok? You went pale,” Sean asked, looking concerned.
Of course he was concerned. Shit. “I’m fine. Probably just the lighting,” Marcia covered and picked up her menu. Sean had already ordered her some beer. Good thing it wasn’t a game day.
“Ahh, yeah. It is pretty crummy,” Sean commented, looking around. Marcia watched him from behind her menu, noticing his jawline. She realized what she was doing and sighed at herself. No falling in love. That would be a disaster. At least he had stopped his flirting.
“So, what’s new?” Marcia asked as she studied the menu.
“Thinking of buying a bar. Some buddies and I are thinking about opening a place. What do you think?” Sean asked as he looked at her.
“Uh...” Marcia started, dumbfounded. “Well, if you do, don’t use these lights. But, you know... might be good. You’re certainly anal enough about food for it.”
“Fuck you, Ginger Princess,” Sean retorted as his cheeks flamed red.
“You wish,” Marcia countered blandly as she looked at her menu.
Sean looked at her then busied himself with the menu again as their server returned. Marcia ordered a chicken sandwich, adding avocado, trying to keep to her diet. Sean ordered a burger, cooked just so. Marcia grinned at him over her beer, rolling her eyes.
“I want my burgers a certain way,” Sean told her.
“So I see,” Marcia replied to him. “But seriously. Anal as fuck.”
“Fuck off. So, favorite guilty pleasure?” Sean asked, looking into her eyes.
Marcia almost replied with “watching you” but managed to keep her fat lips shut. “Chocolate Chip cookies. Chocolate Chip Bread Pudding. Pretzel Banana sundaes with caramel. Beer.”
“Pret-” Sean stuttered. “What the fuck are pretzel banana sundaes?”
“You take a banana sundae and add pretzels and caramel on top. You’ve never had it?” Marcia asked. “I usually make them at home.”
“Maybe sometime you can make me one,” Sean said softly as Marcia blinked at him, not sure what to say to that.
“Well... You know, it’s just... Vanilla ice cream, a banana, pretzels, and caramel. It’s not really hard. I bet even you could do it,” Marcia finally said, still not sure what he was trying to say.
Sean gaped at her, looking like he’d been slapped. Marcia didn’t know how this had gotten so off the rails. Luckily, their dinner arrived and they started eating. After dinner, Sean had to go take care of something. Which was ok with her. She was trying to figure out why he was being weird and what she should do to stop this from being a thing. Because she couldn’t fall in love with Avery of all people.
***
“How are you holding up?” Eric asked. Marcia frowned, rolling her eyes at her older brother. He was worried, had been worried since she laced up skates for the first time and didn’t go for ice skating. Maybe she should’ve. Triple axels were hard. She puttered around the kitchen, having put some cranberry bread in the oven to bake.
“Fine. I really like New York,” Marcia replied. “I’ve seen a lot of the city and Avery’s been really great about taking me places. Although he did something really weird. I haven’t decorated... and he decided that he was going to do it for me. By sending me IKEA stuff and having them deliver it. I don’t even know what to do about it. The couch is really nice though.”
“What the fuck, Mar?” Eric asked.
“I don’t know!” Marcia told him.
“Do you need me to come up there? It’s only a few hours away,” Eric offered.
“No. Gah, Eric. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself just fine,” Marcia told him. “Besides it’s over seven hours. That’s not a few hours, Eric.”
“I’m not... I’m not saying you can’t, but still. This is creepy. It’s crossing lines,” Eric protested. “And seven hours is nothing for my sister.”
“Thanks, Eric. But I’m fine. Things are going good and I’m settling in. They want me and I’m scoring points,” Marcia said. “Don’t worry so much.”
“I only worry because you’re my little sister. It’s my job,” Eric told her. “Besides. Avery is a jerk.”
“He is,” Marcia agreed. “But he’s also… sweet.”
Eric groaned into the phone. “Gross,” he declared.
“You called me, remember?” Marcia teased.
“You’re hilarious,” Eric told her. “So, what are you doing for the summer?”
“Getting sixteen wins. What are you doing?” Marcia told him.
“Don’t fucking jinx it,” Eric snapped at her. “You know I meant after that.”
Marcia laughed. “Might be looking for a house or a new car. I’ve been too busy to even consider doing it right now.”
“You should come hang out. Tanya wants to see you,” Eric invited.
“I will. But I also need to spend some time here, getting used to the city. It’s home. I love it here and I want to stay.”
“You will, Mar. They’d be nuts to lose you,” Eric told her.
“Yeah, well. Love you. I’m getting off the phone now,” Marcia replied.
“Love you too, weirdo,” Eric said as they hung up on each other. Marcia sighed and started cleaning up the kitchen.
***
The Rangers were in town early for a game and she was already camped out on Jordan’s couch. “You suck, Mar,” Jordan announced as Marcia beat him at Smash Bros Brawl again.
“I think it’s you that sucks, Jordy,” she said with a superior smirk. “You should’ve invited Syd along. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”
“Oh. Yeah, I forgot you two have that girl connection,” Jordan said as Marcia punched his shoulder. “Ouch!”
“You deserved it. I’m going to text her. It’s better to hang out before…” Marcia trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken. Jordan shrugged and nodded.
Hey Syd. It’s Marcia. You want to get an early dinner? I’m already at Jordy’s.
Marcia glanced at Jordy. “Get your suit on. If she says yes, we should be ready to go to the arena.”
Jordan made a face and rose off the couch as Marcia went and turned off the console. Baby brothers. She went to get into her dress for game day, picking a black dress that had a high and square neckline. It was modest enough to keep with the NHLPA’s standards and she honestly did like it. And, Sean loved it too. She slipped on her favorite high heels, wrapping the ribbons around her ankles. With these, she was even taller than Jordan, which made her grin. She looked around and found her phone. Syd had replied with 2 texts.
Sounds good. What are you thinking?
Can we get steak? I’m in a mood.
Marcia grinned.
I would never deny you anything, Syd. Tell me where.
Marcia came out to Jordan messing with his hair with the mirror in the hallway.
“There’s nothing that can be done for that mess, Jordy. Might as well give up,” Marcia said breezily.
“Haha, fuck you,” Jordan told her.
“C’mon pretty boy, let’s get Syd,” Marcia told him.
***
Marcia smiled as Syd opened the door and stepped out on the porch with them. “You’re looking good, Syd.”
“Thanks. You too,” she said with a smile. “I’m really glad you texted. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to hang out.”
“I always want to hang out, Syd,” Marcia assured her. “Besides, I was sick of Jordy’s complaining about how much he sucks at Smash Brothers.”
“Fuck you, Mar,” Jordan said as they walked to his vehicle.
“This isn’t going to throw you off your routine, right?” Marcia asked as she opened the passenger door.
“Oh, no. It’ll be fine,” Syd assured her. Marcia smiled, happy to see Syd. “Have you talked to Jo or Patricia lately?”
“No,” Marcia told her. “How’s Pat holding up?”
“Good. She’s lighting things up in Chicago. They love them over there,” Syd said. “Jo’s annoyed at her most of the time though.”
“Does she call you and bitch?” Jordan asked.
Syd chuckled. “I feel a little bad about saying this, but yeah. She does. Jo doesn’t say it’s that, but it is.”
“Well, you know how Pat is. She’s hyperactive or something,” Marcia said fondly.
“Probably so,” Syd agreed. “She’s a great player though.”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” Marcia agreed as they pulled up to the restaurant.
“You’re pretty quiet, Jordy,” Syd said, looking at him.
“I’m just enjoying you two talking,” Jordan assured her.
Marcia glanced to Syd, exchanging a look as they walked inside together. She felt a little out of place in Pittsburgh as Syd took the lead. They settled into dinner, discussing hockey and carefully not talking about tomorrow’s game.
***
The game was a complete shit show. The Pens were wiping the ice with them and Hank was doing his best, he really was, but they couldn’t seem to sink another past Fleury. Marcia scowled and got back on the ice. It was only the second. They could still turn this around. It was still only 2 to 1. They just needed to get another goal. Marcia glared as Sean did something stupid and the Pens got a giveaway. Luckily Hank managed to block Whitney, Jordy, and Kennedy’s shots. Marcia grinned at Jordy, sharp and mean as he glared back and hit on Scottie. She rolled her eyes and kept moving as Sean got hit and the game continued.
She was starting to get frustrated again as they kept getting denied.
Then shit escalated. Dubi cut Malkin’s face, which, damn Dubi. He should stop being a stupid fucker, and Syd got pissed, which never happens, what the hell? She was pushing Backman and messing with him and Marcia was fed up. She joined the scrum, pushing Syd back as they glare at each other and then Marcia’s got fucking Letang all over her as they punch each other. She took a few punches to her jaw and returned the favor as they fell down on the ice and the refs pulled them apart. She headed to the penalty box, seething as the crowd went insane around them. Marcia took a long drink of the Gatorade and waited as patiently as she could, letting it go. If she didn’t pull her head out of her ass, they would never win this.
***
They didn’t end up winning anyway. Marcia stripped off her gear and found herself surrounded by reporters. She wiped the sweat off her face, wincing at the soreness from her bruises as she looked up at them.
“Marcia, can you tell us what happened on the ice?”
“Well, we tried to play our game and they just… they beat us,” she said with a shrug, wondering why they were talking with her but figuring it had something to do with the fight. “We’ve got to work on a few things, tighten up a bit more.”
“Marcia, how do you feel, as a woman, about getting into altercations out on the ice?”
Marcia blinked in surprise. “Uh… Well, I,” she paused, in disbelief that they had asked that. “I… What are you even asking me with that question?” Marcia asked. “I play in the NHL. I’m proud of that and fighting is a major part of the sport. It’s the way we play and I am just as able to fight as I am to score. It’s…” She trailed off, angry. Marcia fixed a harsh glare at the reporter. “You wouldn’t ask me that question if I were a man,” she pointed out with a scoff. “Fighting is a part of the game and I’m here to play it,” Marcia snapped at them, standing up and going to take a shower. She went to her stall and turned on the water, kicking herself for not controlling her temper, both on the ice with Letang and in the locker room with the reporters. The front office was going to have a field day. Coach was going to kick her ass. They might send her down. Fuck. Marcia punched the tiles, swearing low and quick. They wouldn’t have even bothered if she were male. She washed quickly, drying off and pulled on her clothing, hoping like hell they were just gone and she wouldn’t have to try to avoid anyone. Because at 6’4, that wasn’t the easiest to do.
Luck favored her and she left in a hurry, leaving her gear for the equipment guys to handle. It was sloppy as fuck, but she had to leave.
***
Marcia heard her phone rang. “I didn’t expect you to be the first one to call me,” she said, a little surprised.
Sean laughed. “Yeah. No call from the family yet?” he asked.
“Not yet,” Marcia told him. “Although I’m sure that will be very soon. I expected a call from the front office actually. They might be really pissed.”
“Marcia… You didn’t say anything bad,” Sean told her. “Ok, so you didn’t take their shit. Big deal. I say worse every single time. Plus, what you said was good. They’re stupid fucks, Marcia.”
“I know that and you know that, but you have to realize it’s different for me and the other ladies. We have to be perfect.”
“No such thing. But you do tend to come pretty close,” Sean told her.
“You’re very sweet to say that, but this is serious. I owe it to every woman playing in the league to not fuck shit up.”
“I know, Marcia. I know,” Sean told her. “I don’t get it, but I know it’s important. Just… You know, we’re behind you. The team, me especially. Hank. We think you’re amazing and whatever happens, we’ve got your back.”
Marcia closed her eyes and smiled. “Thanks, Sean. That’s… That’s very sweet of you. Thank you.”
“How does your face look?” Sean asked.
Marcia got up and went to the bathroom to take a look in the mirror. “Um… Like I got in a fight. My cheek is bruised pretty bad. Like really noticeable.”
“You want some makeup tips?” Sean offered. “I know someone really good. She does Broadway makeup actually, and she might be able to point you towards stuff that looks more natural.”
“Uh…” Marcia said. “I was… This is weird, but I was thinking of just doing what I normally do. I want people to see it. Like… I don’t know. I know it might send the wrong message but at the same time, I’m not ashamed it happened. I’m a real hockey player, so why not keep the bruises?”
“They’re not going to see it that way, Marcia,” Sean said, kindly.
“Well, that’s their issue then,” Marcia told him, point blank. “I’m a hockey player. When am I not bruised anyway?”
“You have a point,” Sean said.
“Thank you,” Marcia replied. Her phone buzzed again and she pulled it away. “Shit. Sean, I have to go. Syd is on the phone.”
“Enjoy that,” Sean said dryly and hung up.
Marcia pressed accept. “Syd? Are you there?”
“Marcia,” Syd breathed out. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Okay so far. No one’s really said anything about what I said,” Marcia told her. “But I don’t think that will last long.”
“You know that we’re trailblazers. You, me, the others. We’re the first. Manon was the absolute first but us… we’re the result of that.”
“I know, Syd. To be honest, we just rode your coattails. You might’ve followed Manon but we followed you.”
Syd was silent. She sighed heavily. “Don’t say that. You’re here for a reason.”
Marcia frowned and sighed. “Sorry, Syd.”
“No. No, it’s ok. Just… I don’t know,” Syd said with a sigh.
“Neither do I. But uh… tell Tanger I have no hard feelings or anything. I don’t think he’s a creep or anything.”
“I’ll let him know. Thanks, Marcia,” Syd told her. “Talk to you later?”
“Definitely,” Marcia said, suddenly feeling weary. “Bye, Syd.”
“Bye, Marcia.”
Marcia pressed end call and looked at the clock. This was a fucking disaster.
***
Marcia walked into the office, wearing a sharp dress and high heels, trying to look her most professional. Her face hurt more today but she had to go to the PR meeting. She got herself a cup of coffee and waited for the PR heads to come and talk with her. She blinked in surprise when Coach entered the room.
“Coach…” Marcia said, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t think they were calling you in here.”
“You’re my player, Marcia. Of course I’m going to be here,” Tom Renney said as he took a seat. “Looks pretty bad, eh?” he asked, checking out her face.
Marcia nodded. “It’s ok though. Only hurts a bit. I’m ok, Coach,” she told him.
Coach Renney smiled. “You always are. Relax, Marcia. It’s alright.”
“Yes, Coach,” Marcia said, taking a sip of her coffee.
The Public Relations people entered and smiled at Marcia. “Miss Staal, Coach Renney, glad you could come,” a smooth looking gentlemen said. “I’m Howard Yancy; this is Angela Isley and Darek Sterling.” Mr. Yancy introduced them as they all shook hands. “We’re here to discuss what happened and how we’re going to deal with it.”
Marcia nodded, not trusting herself to say anything. She still thought if she was a man, it wouldn’t be an issue at all.
“Marcia, your handling of the reporter wasn’t your best effort,” Mr. Yancy told her. “But I think it sends a good message. I suggest that, in the future, you just grin and bear it.”
Marcia nodded. “I will, Sir,” she promised. This entire morning had been full of surprises.
“We do want to see about maybe getting you and some other of the Female players and some of the Male players to maybe do something on domestic abuse. Obviously not now, but later on. I know it’s weird but it might be a good PR move. Show that what you do is far different than domestic abuse. We’ll set up something later,” Ms. Isley told her. “Maybe something local.”
“Whatever you need me to do,” Marcia spoke up.
“Have you thought about your black eye? Do you want to cover it up or let it stand? I think it might be good to just… let it stand. Your makeup is really good this morning. Not covering it up but not going bare either,” Mr. Sterling pointed out, looking at her face closely.
“I’d… I would really rather not hide it,” Marcia told them.
“Fair enough. If there’s anything we need to shoot photos for, we can move it around,” Mr. Yancy told them. “Thanks for coming in, Marcia. We’re behind you on this and if it comes up again, just keep with the ‘you’re a hockey player’ statements and try not to snap at anyone.”
Marcia nodded and stood up, offering her hand. “I’ll definitely do that. Thank you for your help.”
***
Sean grinned up at her from the sidewalk as she left her apartment building. They were going to go eat sushi at the new place Sean had found. She returned his smile and hurried down the stairs. “Did you get the new play that Coach wants to try out?” Marcia asked as they started walking.
Sean shrugged. “Eh… A little?” he said, wrinkling his nose. “It’s like, I get what it’s supposed to do but not quite how it’s supposed to do it?”
Marcia nodded. “I know what you’re saying. My part is ok. I think I nailed it pretty well. It’s just making sure it works with the forwards’ part. But I think it’ll go good against the Sharks next Monday,” she told him as they entered the restaurant. They were seated a little bit later as the waitress took their drink orders.
“So, what’s new?” Sean asked. “What thing are you doing that you haven’t told me yet?” he asked, making a joke out of it.
Marcia rolled her eyes. “Jackass,” she called him. So, they talked a lot. “Oh! Yeah, ok. I did that photo shoot for the Battered Women’s Awareness thing. Syd came in. I think she was happy to have me there.”
“Well, it’s been awhile, right?” Sean asked. “Since you’ve seen each other.”
“A little while, yeah,” Marcia said. “Our days off don’t line up always so,” she shrugged. “But yeah. I think they’ll be sending over the proofs in a few days.”
Sean nodded. “It’ll be good. It’s great that you’re doing this.”
“Yeah. I like the charity stuff. It’s nice to give back and speak up,” Marcia replied with a smile. They ordered their rolls, thanking their waitress. “So, uh… What’s new with you? What’s going on with your bar project?”
Sean smiled. “It’s going good. We’re just about ready to get it opened up,” he said with pride. “I’m getting really excited.”
“I’ll be there when you open,” Marcia promised.
“That means a lot to me, Marcia.”
She smiled at him. Their food arrived soon after. It was a nice night.
***
“Wait. You’re involved in what?” Marcia asked Sean as their teammates laughed.
“There was some article in the Daily News. Apparently I was included in this thing where some prostitute said she had my number in her little black book. Someone set me up. It’s total bullshit,” Sean scoffed, handing her the article.
Marcia read the article and grinned at him. “Wow, Sean. Only you, eh?” she asked, chuckling. “You know, if you were that hard up for sex, I’m sure I could’ve found someone…”
“Oh, are you offering to step in?” Sean asked.
“I’ve got better taste than that, Sean. But I’m sure someone would be happy to be your pick up,” she teased him as the locker room oohed and laughed. There was a flicker of hurt on Sean’s face that was quickly banished as he smarted off at Shanahan. Or had she just imagined that?
Marcia pushed it away. They had hockey and there wasn’t much time for anything else.
***
“Are we… Do you want to go this week?” Sean asked as he leaned against Marcia’s stall in the locker room. Marcia quirked a small smile as she finished dressing.
“Yeah. Yeah, we can,” Marcia told him. “What are you thinking? I mean, why break tradition? Especially now,” she said with a shrug.
Sean smirked and bopped her on the nose. “Get dressed,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I was thinking of Asian food. I found this really great place.“
“I’d love that,” Marcia told him as she grabbed her stuff and met his eyes. “Shall we go?”
“After you,” Sean said as they left the locker room and headed up to the street. Sean flagged down a cab and they headed off. They were quiet, listening to the news as they were driven. Once the cab stopped, Sean helped Marcia out and they entered the restaurant.
So,” Sean drawled once their orders had been taken. Marcia glanced at him with her eyebrow raised. “How does it really feel to be a woman in the NHL?”
Marcia felt a flush of annoyance, wondering why Sean was asking that of all the things they could talk about. She opened her mouth, knowing what she usually said and looked at him again. Sean’s expression was teasing and his eyes were twinkling. Marcia shut her mouth and smirked at him before she started to speak.
“Well, it would be better if a certain forward would get the lead out of his ass, and if everyone not on the Rangers suddenly forgot how to play in our building, or if everyone didn’t bring up the fact I’m a woman all the time, but you know, I’m just so grateful to be here,” Marcia said, smiling at him.
“Haha,” Sean told her, reaching out and pinching her arm. “But no, like seriously.”
Marcia rubbed her arm and gave it some honest thought. “I love it. There’s nothing I am more proud of,” she sighed. “I know that’s what I always say, but fuck, Sean. It’s true. I am grateful. I was able to get here. Yeah, I could’ve stayed in the CWHL. There are incredibly talented women there. Maybe I should’ve, but I wanted to play NHL hockey. I wanted to be with my brothers. I also didn’t want to face the end of me playing,” Marcia explained.
“No one does,” Sean agreed.
“Exactly. It’s one of those things, I know so many better women defencemen than I am. But they had other things to do or someone told them that they couldn’t be here. And they listened. I can’t say they were right or wrong. I don’t know anything about them, you know? But I wanted to be here and I was able to do what I wanted. Syd, Jo, Pat… we are doing what we dreamed. I am so proud of those girls and what we’ve done,” Marcia admitted with a smile. “People are always trying to cause shit between us and it’s just not going to happen. They’re my sisters and there’s not a whole lot that I wouldn’t do for them.”
Sean took her hand and squeezed it. Marcia squeezed back. “We’re in a unique situation. I’m the only D-Man that’s a woman. Don Cherry knows my name. He’s not the fondest of me but he’s not the worst either. But I’m still an oddity to him. I’m not Syd, Jo or Pat who are all so talented. I mean, look at Pat. She’s so great, both on and off the ice. But she’s young and stupid. It’s lucky she has Jo to be honest,” she said then sighed. “I take a lot of abuse. We all do, for the same reason. We want to play. It just sucks that we have to have accommodations due to our gender instead of just being another great player. The Rangers have welcomed me like any other player and I’m thankful for that. But I’m pissed because they had to make provisions because of that. I have to walk a tight rope every day. Like the thing where I mouthed off. If anyone else had said it, it wouldn’t have even mattered. But I was called a primadonna, I was called an uppity bitch, the lesbian comments started up again, which there’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian but they don’t mean it nice and I just took it. Which I would and more. Just to play. I just wish I didn’t have too. That I could just be Marcia Staal and no one would ask me ‘how it felt to be a woman in the NHL’ but I want to be here so I deal. I’m proud of what I do and I’m so grateful to Manon. She opened the door and it’s up to us to keep it open. I… God, Sean. I’m sorry,” Marcia said, blushing. “I guess I had to rant.”
“It’s ok,” Sean told her. “I was an asshole and asked the question. You don’t… you don’t always realize what people go through to get here.”
“No. I mean, we all work so hard and give up so much… I guess we just sort of chalk it up to determination and go on,” Marcia said with a shrug.
“Well… I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad you’re here too, Sean. I wouldn’t be the same without you,” Marcia told him.
Sean flushed but was saved from saying anything else as their food arrived.
***
Marcia was lying on her couch, her muscles tired after a very tough game against the Devils. Her phone rang and she yawned, taking the phone and putting it up to her ear. “Hello.”
“Hey,” Sean told her. “So, I’m in trouble.”
“How are you in trouble? We just fucking left,” Marcia griped as she shifted around, trying to get comfortable again.
“Well, my actions against Brodeur… Apparently it’s unsportsmanlike,” Sean explained.
Marcia groaned. “Well… You know, if someone had done it to Hank, I’d fucking lay him out. What the fuck did you expect? You got up in his fucking crease and pulled a bunch of shit.”
“Marcia… You’re supposed to be on my side,” Sean whined.
“I am on your side. I’m just saying that you know what you did, and you acting all innocent over there is lame,” Marcia told him, point blank. “But,” she paused, trying to find the proper words. “You know, you’re my teammate. I’ve got your back.”
“They’re changing the rules because of me,” Sean told her.
“You should probably be ashamed but I have a feeling you’re awfully smug about that,” Marcia told him with a laugh.
“A little bit, maybe,” Sean told her.
“You and Brodeur do have a hate hard on for each other,” Marcia said with a scoff.
“A what?” Sean asked.
“Hate hard on,” Marcia repeated. “I know what he says about you and what you say about him. You hate on each other like all the time. Did he like stab you in a past life or what?”
“Probably,” Sean agreed.
“I wouldn’t doubt it. I get it, I do. You just bring out the worst in each other, which is a bit rich considering you tend to bring out the worst in everyone. And the best. I mean, I like having you on my team, but I’d hate to play against you.”
“Thanks, Marcia,” Sean told her.
“You’re welcome,” Marcia replied. “Just… Look, you hate him, he hates you. You’ve gotten the rules changed because of your hatred. That is an accomplishment.”
“It really is,” Sean said with pride in his voice.
“Let’s win this so he can cry alone, eh?” Marcia suggested, already half asleep.
“I’ll score all the goals for you, Marcia,” Sean pledged.
“Thanks, Sean,” Marcia said as she pulled a blanket over her. Fuck it. She was sleeping here. Marcia closed her eyes, smiling ever so slightly as Sean’s voice filled her ears. She could definitely go to sleep like this.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Sean asked.
She jerked awake at the question, feeling slightly disoriented. “Definitely,” Marcia told him. “Were you saying something?”
“I was. I was telling you about this thing I’m going to do soon,” Sean explained. “But you’re already checked out.”
“Sorry. It’s not personal, I promise.”
“Night, Marcia. Sleep well, huh?” Sean said with an unexpected softness. Marcia smiled in spite of herself.
“I will. You too,” Marcia said softly, ending the call.
***
They beat the Devils and take on the Penguins for the conference semi-finals. This is the most nervous Marcia has felt in a while, having to face her younger brother and Syd. They’re at practice when some of the reporters call her over. Marcia’s a little surprised they still want to talk to her at all but she goes over.
“Marcia, are you excited to be facing your brother? Is it different during the playoffs than other games?”
Marcia grinned at them. “It’s a little different. The playoffs are the playoffs, but I’m definitely looking forward to it. It’s going to be good to see Jordy again on the ice and Syd. The Penguins have a tough group but we’re pretty tough too. I think it’s going to be a good series.”
“Any more fights?” The Reporter asked her as she shrugged.
“I suppose we’ll see how the games go,” Marcia said mildly.
“Thank you for your time.”
Marcia nodded and headed back onto the ice.
***
Marcia walked into the waiting area, having gotten the news about Sean going to the hospital after the game. She had already been home when they let the team know. Marcia hurried to get dressed and headed over to the St. Vincent's Medical Center hospital in Manhattan. Marcia didn’t even know if she was allowed to visit yet. It was something about his spleen? What if he like burst it or something? Did people die from that? She went to the main desk and waited patiently for the nurse to notice her. Marcia smiled at the nurse who seemed to recognize her. "Hey. Hi. Uh, can you tell me if Sean Avery is here? I'm his teammate, Marcia Staal," she asked politely, hoping it wasn't after visiting hours. The nurse smiled back.
"He's here, Miss Staal. But visiting hours are over," she explained, looking contrite.
"I was afraid of that. Is... Does he at least have someone with him?" Marcia asked.
"His brother arrived. I can send an orderly to see if he's still awake," the nurse offered.
Marcia nodded, looking relieved. "Could you, please?"
"Of course," the nurse told her. "You guys played well."
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate that," Marcia told her, delight floating through her worry. The nurse left her station as Marcia waited. After a few minutes, a similar looking man came out and offered his hand.
"Hi. I'm Scott, Sean's brother."
"Marcia Staal. I'm one of Sean's teammates. You... You have the same eyes," Marcia told him then flushed. "Uh... So, uh. How is he?"
"A lot better than he sounds," Scott told her. "Here... C'mon back. He talks about you all the time so you're practically family," he said, pulling her down the hall towards the elevator.
"Don't get into trouble," Marcia told him.
"I won't. You're not a troublemaker, right?" he asked.
Marcia laughed. "Not as much as Sean."
"No one is as much as Sean," Scott said dryly. They stepped onto the elevator. "I'm really glad you came. I didn't think anyone would show before tomorrow."
"I might not have but I wanted to see how he was," Marcia said, looking shy. "He's.... Is he going to be alright?"
"He should be," Scott assured her. "Leave it up to Sean to vent his spleen."
Marcia snorted, laughing. "Oh my God. You're right," she said with a giggle. They went to the waiting room where Scott was mostly camped out.
"Mom should be here in the next little bit. Do you want to go down there?" Scott asked.
"Could I?" Marcia asked.
"Absolutely. If anyone gives you trouble, tell them you're his cousin," Scott told her.
Marcia rolled her eyes. "What room?"
"Room 7890."
Marcia nodded and left the waiting room. She entered room 7890 and crept up to the bed. Marcia took his hand and watched him sleep. "Hey," she whispered. Marcia waited for him to speak or do something. Sean breathed in and out peacefully as Marcia rolled her eyes at herself. "You're asleep," she whispered. Marcia looked at him, watching him breathe. She traced over his hand, feeling his skin. "I think I really like you, Sean. This is really bad," Marcia told him. "It will never work, will it?" she asked out loud.
Only silence answered her.
***
They were done in by the Penguins, ending their season. Marcia was going through the line, feeling the sweat roll down her face as they shook hands. It was like nothing else, the feeling of despair. They were going so well and Syd… Syd and Jordy and everyone… Just picked them apart, tearing their game at the seams. Marcia lingered when it was time to shake Jordy’s hand. He took her into his arms, hugging her on the ice.
“I’m sorry,” Jordy whispered as he desperately tried not to be too happy. She knocked their helmets together, shooting him a look.
“You should be happy,” Marcia whispered back. “I’m so proud of you.” It hurt so much, but she was so glad that at least one of them managed to go on. Even if she would’ve rather it been her. They separate as the line moves on.
Syd was next. Marcia pasted on a grin, reached out and hugged her.
“Congratulations, Syd. You did so fucking great,” Marcia whispered in her ear as Syd held onto her.
“You did so great, Marcia. It was… You played really well,” Syd told her, so earnest and excited. “We need to get together. Soon. Ok?”
Syd downright vibrated in joy and they hold each other, whispering more honest congratulations and promises to get together soon. It wasn’t how Marcia wanted to end her season, but she’d rather lose to Syd than anyone else. It’s not until the shower that she cried, letting it out silently so she wouldn’t bother anyone.
***
“So, wait,” Marcia said, as she held up a hand to stop Sean. He was finally out of the hospital and fully recovered. Marcia had spent some time, sitting at his bedside after they had been knocked out. “You’re… You’re fucking interning at Vogue?”
“Yeah,” Sean said with a scoff. “I might as well do something halfway productive with my summer. What are you doing?”
“Hanging out and training,” Marcia replied. “Spending time with the family.”
“You mean the cloning factory?” Sean teased her. She punched him in the arm. “Ouch, fucker,” Sean bitched. Marcia laughed at him, enjoying his faces. “Fuck, no wonder they stopped with your version. You’re mean as fuck.”
“You think you’re funny, but you’re really not,” Marcia singsonged as Sean rubbed his arm.
“Some advocate for domestic abuse you are,” Sean scoffed.
“Fuck off,” Marcia told him with a roll of her eyes. “That’s different and you know it,” she chided.
“It is. I apologize,” Sean said with an incline of his head.
Marcia smiled at him. “A truly rare event. An Avery apology,” she teased.
“Well, you’re special,” Sean told her.
Marcia had never been more grateful for the arrival of their food. She started eating, their eyes meeting as they disobeyed their dietary restrictions for the first time since the season ended and Sean recovered.
Things were good between them. It was nice to have the team and Sean especially. Sure, she liked Sean, she could even admit to loving him, and it would be nice to have someone but… she wasn’t the only one affected by her relationships. Her actions reflected upon the Rangers almost moreso than any other player. They had certainly pounded that in her head when she signed with the Rangers. Marcia exhaled and smiled at Sean, picking up her beer. “To next year,” she offered as a toast. Sean grinned back and picked up his wine glass, knocking his drink to hers as they drank.
***
Marcia leaned back in her seat as she read her text messages. “Wha-?” she said, reading the message. He… Why did he-?
“What’s going on?” Jared asked.
Marcia looked up, remembering she was with her mom and Jared. “Sean signed with Dallas,” she explained. “I didn’t… I didn’t think he was going to sign elsewhere.”
“You ok?” their mom asked, looking at her.
“Oh yeah, just weirded out. I’m good,” Marcia assured her. “I’m just surprised.”
“Sean, eh?” Jared drawled as he raised an eyebrow. Marcia glared at him.
“He’s my friend. Don’t you have some training to go do?” she retorted as her younger brother laughed.
“Touchy subject,” he guessed as their mom sat at the table with them.
“He bought her a couch,” her mom said dryly.
“A couch?” Jared asked. “What the hell?”
“My apartment was empty. He just wanted to decorate something. It’s Sean Avery, he’s weird as hell,” Marcia objected.
“Marcia has a crush,” Jared singsonged as he moved out of range.
“I do not, fuck off!” Marcia yelled at him, looking for something to toss at his head.
“Marcia!” Their mom scolded as Marcia turned to her. Jared escaped, seeing his opportunity.
“Sorry, Mom.”
Her mom took Marcia’s hand, holding it gently. “You know,” she said as Marcia turned to her. “It’s ok to like a man.” Marcia watched as her mom gave her a smirk, teasing her.
“Oh. Well, thanks. All those years wasted, being a virginal priestess of hockey are over,” Marcia said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
“Funny. But really, Mar. It’s ok,” She assured her, patting her hand and letting her go. “There are worse men out there than Sean Avery.”
“I… Ugh, I’m not having this conversation with you,” Marcia said as she stood up. “I love you mom, but I need to go.”
“Alright, dear.”
Marcia escaped, unable to handle her mom looking that smug.
***
“So, Dallas, huh?”
Sean chuckled. “Yeah. Hull really wanted me to liven things up down here,” he said, sounding smug.
“You’re already there?” Marcia asked, ignoring his smugness for now. “I thought… I guess I figured you’d be in New York until the last minute…”
Sean was silent for a few minutes. “Do you think I’m that unreliable?” he asked, oddly self-conscious sounding over the phone.
“Of course not,” Marcia reassured him. “You work hard. You just love the City… I just didn’t think…”
“Oh. Yeah, it’s… I wouldn’t have but I was finished at Vogue and Huller wanted me to get here, get used to Dallas so…” Sean told her. “Everything is so weird here. It’s all spread out but crammed together, if that makes sense?”
“Sounds terrible,” Marcia said with a grimace.
Sean laughed, the tension broken. Marcia exhaled and smiled, feeling relieved.
“Yeah… Well, I’m using my car more, that’s for sure,” Sean commented.
Things were awkward again and Marcia didn’t know how to fix it, didn’t know what to do. It was an odd feeling. Why was her judgment always shit around Sean Avery?
“Dallas… Do you know how many times we’ll play each other?” Marcia finally asked, unwilling to just say goodbye.
“Not yet,” Sean answered. Both of them knew the schedule wasn’t out yet.
“You’ll have to take me out, show me around,” Marcia told him. “Get me a steak dinner,” she said lightly, unable to shake the feeling of awkwardness.
“I will. Promise,” Sean told her. “Well, I just… I need to go.”
“Yeah,” Marcia agreed. “It’s… It’s getting late,” she said, glancing outside as the sun was going down.
“I’ll miss you out there,” Sean admitted.
“Me too. You’re going to make me work when I see you, right?” Marcia teased him.
“You better believe it, baby,” Sean said with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll shut you down so fucking hard. Take it easy, ok?” Marcia told Sean.
“I will,” Sean promised. “Bye, Marcia.”
“Bye, Sean.”
***
Marcia left her trainer’s gym, having gone back to New York to, at least from what she told her brothers and parents, get better acquainted with the City. After being there a few days, she realized that Sean already helped her do that. She knew the city; she knew where to go, where to avoid, and what to do. She hadn’t even realized. Sean had made sure she was comfortable. Marcia wondered who was doing that for Sean now. But hockey was a business and he seemed really excited about Dallas. He was gone and she’d still see him. Maybe it would be a good thing for him though. Marcia sighed and went back to her place. She walked into the building, stopping by the mailbox to get her mail then walked upstairs, shooting a guilty look at the elevator. She wanted to use it but this would be better. Marcia sorted her mail as she took the stairs, finding mostly junk and a bunch of postcards, shifting those to the bottom. She opened her door, shutting it behind her and locking up, slipping off her sneakers and walking into the kitchen. Marcia tossed the mail on the counter and stretched idly as she thought of what to cook.
She glanced at the last pieces of mail in the pile, seeing the postcards from Sean and she grinned, flipping the first over to see some weird cowboy. She turned it back over to read the scrawl.
I’ve seen a lot of Texas so far. Miss getting lunch with you. –Sean.
“I miss getting lunch with you too, Sean,” Marcia muttered to the empty kitchen as she took the other postcards, looking at the pictures and reading the scrawls, more missives about enjoying Texas. Marcia tacked them on her refrigerator and exhaled, wondering if he was really having fun or if he was just trying. She scowled at herself, knowing she was hung up on him and she needed to let go.
***
Marcia laid out her gear, putting together her locker for the new season. She was early but so was half the team. Hank grinned at her. “Marcia, want to go out for coffee after practice?” he asked as they laced their skates.
“Sure,” Marcia agreed. “Have you gotten any postcards from Sean?”
“A few. Mostly bragging about the steak sizes down there,” Hank said with a roll of his eyes. “I told him he was going to get fat and then not be able to skate. He didn’t speak to me for a week,” he told her with an evil looking grin.
Marcia burst out giggling. “Typical. He hasn’t stopped talking to me though.”
“Yeah, well, you’re Marcia. He’d never stop talking to you,” Hank told her as she frowned, confused. Hank was already up, giving Girardi a hard time. Marcia could already see Dan’s looks of ‘help me’ from across the locker room. She rose to her feet and went to join them. She’d help one of them.
***
Practice was really good. Marcia felt really good about what they were going to do this year. She got dressed and waited for Hank to finish up. “I see what Sean said about you taking forever, Hank,” Marcia commented with a grin to show she was teasing.
“Beauty can’t be rushed,” Hank replied as he dried his hair. “It takes time to get all my gear put up.”
“Hank, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re pretty beautiful. Like for a man,” Marcia told him. “I don’t think you have to try. So your excuse doesn’t work.”
“Thanks,” Hank said. “It’s just how I look,” he told her with a shrug.
“I know what you mean. Sean was like ‘dress like this’ and all that, telling me that models would kill to look like I do,” she said, gesturing at herself.
“I see his point though,” Hank agreed.
“I’m just normal,” Marcia said with a shrug.
“Not really though,” Hank argued. “You play pro sports. That’s a little different than most people.”
“True,” Marcia agreed. “Ok, so I’m not exactly normal. But I’m not that special.”
“I disagree. It takes a special person to be here, to be a part of this team. It takes someone like you,” Hank told her, squeezing her hand. He held her hand as they walked Marcia smiled at him, grasping his hand as they continued down the street.
“They’re going to think we’re dating,” Marcia told him as she caught sight of photographers.
“Let them think what they want. I don’t care,” Hank told her. She smiled at him, glad that he was here. “They’ll get ahold of someone else.”
“Might be worth some press for the team,” Marcia joked.
Hank laughed as they entered the café. “Manipulating the press, Miss Staal? I’m surprised at you.”
“Well, I’m full of surprises,” Marcia quipped then laughed. “Not really.”
The waitress sat them down, handing them menus and getting their drinks. Marcia ordered water with her coffee and Hank ordered just coffee.
Hank gave her a measuring look then turned his attention to the menu. She frowned and tried to figure out what she wanted. They ordered some pastries, giving each other guilty looks.
“I’ll work it off later,” Marcia promised.
“Me too,” Hank agreed. “We could do it together, if you like,” he offered.
“I’d like that,” Marcia said with a smile. It was good of him to offer and she had wanted to hang out more anyway. Since she had gotten back, she had spent most of her time alone. This would be good.
“Sean mentioned you might be feeling lonely. You hung out with him a lot and I know he was close to you. I know I sort of miss him slightly so I can only imagine you feel the same.”
Marcia hesitated, wondering if he was judging her for feeling and mentally kicked herself. This was Hank. He needed her to be honest with him and he wouldn’t judge her. Not for this. He wasn’t like all the other naysayers. Everyone on this team had her back. “Yeah,” she admitted. “I miss him. You know, a little. It was nice of him to buy lunch all the time,” Marcia joked as Hank laughed. The waitress dropped off the coffee and their pastries. Marcia inhaled the scent of cinnamon, excited for the nice treat.
“Yeah. I was really surprised he was taking it so slow, but I think Chris and most of the guys would fuck up his shit if he hurt you. We all love you like our sister, Marcia.”
“Uh, what?” Marcia asked.
Hank looked at her, wide eyed. “I thought you and Sean were dating.”
“No,” Marcia admitted. “Although he did buy me a couch. And he half decorated my apartment. And he took me to lunch a lot,” she trailed off. “I didn’t- I thought he was just being really overzealous in being my friend,” Marcia explained, blushing red.
“Well, Sean isn’t subtle. If he sees something wrong, he’ll usually fix it. Like you not having a couch, or your clothes. But I can’t believe he didn’t at least ask you to a movie or on a date. He talks about you all the time.”
“He didn’t,” Marcia explained. “He never once said ‘let’s go on a date.’ I mean, he invited me out to lunch. Like you did. I thought he wanted to be friends. I mean, I get it. I’m not the easiest to be friends with. No one ever knows what to do with me, but I thought… I thought he was cool with me being weird.”
Hank reached out and grasped her hand. “Marcia.”
“What?” she asked.
“Marcia, you’re a great friend. Ok? Trust me. You’re not that weird. You’re focused and you’ve fought hard to be where you are. It shows. But you’re always ready to do what’s needed, ok? You’re important to the team and we all love you.”
Marcia blushed redder, hating that she was getting so emotional over this. She forced herself to take a breath and calm down. “I’ve been such a fucking idiot.”
“What? No, Marcia. Sean didn’t give you a chance to figure it out. He’s my best friend, trust me, he probably didn’t want to get rejected and he just… He played up the obnoxious friend angle. Because you’re right… he does do that shit with his friends. But you need to talk.”
“I know. I guess whenever we play them? I can’t just leave camp,” Marcia pointed out.
“Maybe over the phone?” Hank suggested.
Marcia scowled and made a sour face. “I don’t want to tell him that I-,“ she stopped.
“That you’re in love?” Hank asked, looking amused.
“Don’t look so fucking amused,” Marcia scolded him, blushing bright red. She then sighed. “But you may have a point.”
“You’re going to have to talk to him soon,” Hank told her as he took a long sip of his coffee. Marcia stalled by adding sugar and creamer to hers before she took her first sip.
“I know. But I have no idea how to even start.”
Hank gave her a look. “By being honest?”
Marcia rolled her eyes. “Obviously. But still. He’s all the way in Dallas and will probably be there for awhile.”
“Long distance romance works, Marcia,” Hank pointed out as she blushed.
“Of course it does. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to suggest that it doesn’t,” Marcia said, immediately apologetic. Some of the guys had girlfriends in other countries, some had wives. She didn’t realize Hank did but that’s more because she hadn’t been paying attention.
“I don’t, but Joel does,” Hank said with a shrug. “He and Sean are getting along well. I think it’s helping to see a familiar face even though Joel isn’t as fun as I am.”
“Is that you saying that or is that the truth?” Marcia asked, seeing the offered reprieve.
“The truth, of course,” Hank defended. “I’m actually glad they’re friendly. Maybe he’ll keep Sean out of trouble or at least get into it with him.”
“Let’s hope so. He needs someone to hang out with,” Marcia agreed. “Shit. I really should talk to him.”
“Don’t doubt your goalie,” Hank teased her.
Marcia laughed and crossed her heart. “Never, never,” she promised. “I don’t know where to start.”
“You’ll figure it out, Marcia,” Hank assured her.
“I will, won’t I?” Marcia told herself, trying to be more confident.
“Don’t forget,” Hank said. “If he hurts you, the team will fuck him up.”
Marcia giggled. “I’m a big girl. But if I need your backup, I’ll call.”
Hank picked up the check and she let the waitress pack up the pastry for home. She had some shit to do.
***
Marcia walked around her apartment, seeing where she had made it homier, felt more comfortable with allowing herself to unpack. She could spot the changes that had come since she had allowed Sean to force her into decorating. He challenged her. She took a breath and dialed his number, finally seeing the entire play. Marcia was still annoyed with herself for not getting it, for not seeing it before now but the puck was on her tape. She had the avenue to score.
“Marcia,” Sean said. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Not much. Did you have camp already today?” Marcia asked.
“Yeah. It was good,” Sean told her. “The boys are pretty good. We’re all going out tonight.”
“Cally said something about that tomorrow. I think he’s trying to impress the rookies with that stupid shit he can do.”
Sean laughed. “You thought it was pretty cool when you first saw it.”
“I did not,” Marcia protested. She totally did until she got to know Cally better. She loved the guy but he could be so lame.
Silence stretched between them. She licked her lips and knew she had to go for it. “Hey Sean?”
“Yeah, Marcia?”
“Don’t… Don’t make fun of me, ok? But uh, I wanted to ask you something,” Marcia started.
“Go ahead,” Sean prompted, sounding worried.
“Did I… Are you… Do you love me? Like want to be my boyfriend sort of love?” Marcia asked bluntly. There was silence over the line. Marcia felt her stomach drop. “Sean?”
“Marcia. I thought you weren’t interested.”
“I didn’t… Ok, you have to make things really obvious to me sometimes. I’m not stupid but sometimes I miss shit. I don’t do emotional shit. I mean, I do, sort of, but I need people to be blunt. It just works better.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t blunt enough,” Sean told her. “I think you’re special, Marcia. Like… really special. I’ve been pretty miserable out here.”
“Well, I don’t want you to be miserable. How can I help?” Marcia asked as she smiled, feeling her cheeks heat.
“Tell me that you like me maybe?” Sean asked.
“I really like you, Sean Avery. You make me swoon a little with your stick handling,” Marcia told him, grinning widely as Sean cracked up.
“That’s pretty sexy, Marcia Staal. Am I going to wake up with three farmer boys standing over me?” Sean asked.
“No,” Marcia assured him with a chuckle. “At least not yet. Not for awhile.”
“I can take it,” Sean promised.
“My nerves can’t,” Marcia retorted. “We’ll figure out how to do this long distance stuff.”
Sean hummed in agreement.
Marcia grinned into the phone. “Should we be sappy or?”
“Later, Marcia. Keep ‘em from scoring for me,” Sean told her, sounding amused.
“I will, score all the hat tricks for me,” Marcia challenged as Sean laughed.
“Bye.”
Marcia ended the call and smiled to herself. This was going to be good.
Fin