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Alright, this is the end of it.  It's not as polished as I'd like but with doing one of these a day, sometimes you just gotta call it quits (and when it's 8:14pm and you still haven't had dinner and your husband is giving you the stink-eye it's definitely time to call it quits...)

Hockey!Duo and Pianist!Heero have told their story and this is where it ends.

“Hey man! Glad you made it! You can drop your stuff here.”

Duo carefully set down a cup of tea next to where Heero was sitting at a table and then gestured over at his teammate who was still hovering in the doorway of the coffee shop.

“Uh, this guy won’t mind?”

Sammy Slovensky, new recruit and Duo’s mentee for the new season, looked at the occupied seat at the table and made a face.

Heero didn’t even look up; he was still engrossed in the final revisions for his latest composition and had headphones on, the rest of the world shut out.   Peering over his shoulder at the work on the screen, Duo could see he had about a third of the score left to go before he was at a stopping place.

He shook his head, “Nah. Sammy, this is my housemate Heero…I’ll introduce you properly when he comes up for air.  There’s no point in trying to talk to him now.”

There was a half eaten sandwich sitting next to Heero’s computer and Duo picked it up, polishing it off in two bites.

“I’m starved.  You want anything?  They do a great chicken salad here and it’s even nutritionist approved!”

Senior year of high school, Duo had been offered a full scholarship to play hockey for Boston College. Only Heero knew how desperate he’d been to get the letter in the mail. Sure they were a great Division I NCAA school, having made it to the National Championships more times then any other team, but that wasn’t why he wanted the spot though.

Heero was going to be in Boston.  He had already been offered and accepted a place at the New England Conservatory of Music.

It would have been fine even if Duo hadn’t been offered the ride, as Heero had pointed out, there were other NCAA schools in the area.  Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and especially New York, had a ton of great schools that would give Duo the shot he wanted.

But he didn’t want to only see his friend on the occasional weekend or holiday.  He wanted them to room together and study together.  Besides, as Duo had pointed out, if he weren’t there to keep an eye on Heero he’d probably get so caught up in his studies he’d forget to eat or walk out in front of a car or something.

Heero had just rolled his eyes but he hadn’t said Duo was being ridiculous either and come that fall, they’d shown up at the dorms together and stayed together.

Duo was still a Junior when scouts started sending him requests to attend training camps and by the end of his four years at Boston, he walked away with a contract for the Bruins and a promise from Heero that they’d share a house.

“Is it true what Spooner was saying the other day?  Did he really play for the president?”

Sammy was staring at Heero with a skeptical expression on his face and Duo laughed.

“Totally.  The great thing about living with someone who is probably more famous then our whole team put together is that I don’t have to sit through any of that media privacy awareness bullshit they make all the players do at the beginning of the season.”

Sammy laughed and tried to fit his bulk onto the small bar seats provided. “No worries about him sending gossip to TMZ?”

“Ha! No.  You however, my young padwan, definitely have to sit through those sessions.  And just remember, anything that you do out in the public is going to be public.  You’ve got no private life to speak of from here on out.”

Duo handed him the chicken salad sandwich he’d ordered at the counter and then nudged Heero’s shoulder.  The other man didn’t look up but he took the sandwich Duo put in his hand and absentmindedly took a bite.

Sammy gave him a strange look and then coughed, poking at the sandwich still sitting on the plate.  “So you two are housemates?  Guess you’ve been friends a long time, huh?”

Duo nodded, taking an enormous bite of his sandwich but chewing it before answering.  “We’ve been together for years.  I think I was about twelve when I first heard him play.  God damn but it changed my life.”

He grinned and shrugged.  “I recommend you get a housemate your first year, too.  Another one of the rookies, Jameson, maybe?  He seems nice and I heard he was looking to share costs with someone.  The schedule is brutal and you won’t have much of a social life your first year if you want to do well.  It helps to share with somebody who gets that.”

Sammy still looked a tad confused but he nodded and started to eat his sandwich.

“Come to practice, train hard, play your guts out and you’ll do fine.  Stick with us rookie and you’ll find yourself on the ice at the Stanley Cup some day, heart in your throat.”

The other player nodded, looking as if he wanted to take notes. “You guys were so close last year.  You made it right to the playoffs.  It was amazing watching you.”

Sammy stared at his hands and then looked up at Duo, eyes shining. “I want to get there too.”

“You will.  Duo’s taking the team to the Cup this year.”

Sammy startled when another voice spoke up, close to his shoulder and he spun around.  The other man at the table had finally taken his headphones off and was looking at them, a small frown on his face.

“Hey Heero!”  Duo beamed, arm snaking around him to snag the forgotten cup of tea and hand it over.

Heero took it with a nod and then looked back at Sammy.  “You’ll be at the Cup.”

Sammy frowned, shaken by the intensity of the other man’s statement.

“What makes you so sure?”

Heero tilted his head and then offered a small sly smile before turning to fully look at Duo.  “Because I’ve been asked to play the national anthem for it.”

Duo suddenly whooped, jumping up to pull Heero out of his chair and grab his shoulders.  “Really? Like really really?”

Heero was fully grinning now and he nodded.  “Really really.  And you’ve never broken a promise to me yet.  I’ll see you there, Duo Maxwell.  And when you win…”

He leaned in, grabbing the back of Duo’s neck to pulling their foreheads close. “I’ll be there for that too.”

Sammy stared at the two, eyes wide.  He didn’t fully understand the significance, other than it was a big deal to perform at the Cup, but it was clear it meant something more to the two men.

Watching them he wondered if there was more to it then old friends and long established housemates.  Either way, he had a new team and new friends and clearly a bright new future.

And there are probably a few typos.  I'll take another look after dinner, I just want to get it out while it's still the 12th!
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