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remindmeofthe) wrote2005-09-04 02:27 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2005-09-04 02:27 pm
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Oh my god, I WROTE something!
TITLE: "Transition"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (catslash33@yahoo.com)
FANDOM: Major League Baseball RPS
PAIRING: Vaguely Alan Embree/Mark Bellhorn. Pre-slash.
SUMMARY: There are different ways to move on.
RATING: PG for language.
NOTES: Mark Bellhorn and Alan Embree are both former Red Sox who performed poorly this year, were released, and ended up going to the hated rival team, the Yankees (Embree earlier this year, Bellhorn just last week). This is a pair of drabbles about how each of them handles the change.
NOTES THE SECOND: Written in thirty-three minutes for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre Random Quotes challenge.
DISCLAIMER: This is total fiction. I do not know the thoughts and attitudes of these two players, so I just made something up instead. This is not intended to represent the truth. Because it's fiction.
"This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same." - Real Live Preacher
Mark Bellhorn prides himself on seeing the situation for what it is.
He slacked off his job. He got fired. He got offered a new job, and he took it.
That's all it is.
New job, new uniform. And - he touches his short hair - new dress code.
And new colleagues, too, guys he already knows a little, plus Alan ecstatic to see him, with an arm around his waist ten seconds after he walks into the new clubhouse for the first time.
And when he went 0-for-4 in that first game, new fans to boo him back into the dugout.
**********
Alan Embree embraces the Yankees right away. New York doesn't like him much better than Boston did, but that's fine, he hasn't done anything for them yet. He has to earn his way into their graces, the way he thought he'd done in Boston. He hopes New York will have a longer memory.
He embraces Mark, too, when he arrives, expressionless as ever, stiffly hugging Alan back as he greets his new teammates. Alan knows, though, that Mark feels the same way he does, used and tossed aside by those ungrateful shitsticks.
He can’t wait for the next Boston series.
TITLE: "Transition"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (catslash33@yahoo.com)
FANDOM: Major League Baseball RPS
PAIRING: Vaguely Alan Embree/Mark Bellhorn. Pre-slash.
SUMMARY: There are different ways to move on.
RATING: PG for language.
NOTES: Mark Bellhorn and Alan Embree are both former Red Sox who performed poorly this year, were released, and ended up going to the hated rival team, the Yankees (Embree earlier this year, Bellhorn just last week). This is a pair of drabbles about how each of them handles the change.
NOTES THE SECOND: Written in thirty-three minutes for the
contrelamontre Random Quotes challenge.DISCLAIMER: This is total fiction. I do not know the thoughts and attitudes of these two players, so I just made something up instead. This is not intended to represent the truth. Because it's fiction.
"This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same." - Real Live Preacher
Mark Bellhorn prides himself on seeing the situation for what it is.
He slacked off his job. He got fired. He got offered a new job, and he took it.
That's all it is.
New job, new uniform. And - he touches his short hair - new dress code.
And new colleagues, too, guys he already knows a little, plus Alan ecstatic to see him, with an arm around his waist ten seconds after he walks into the new clubhouse for the first time.
And when he went 0-for-4 in that first game, new fans to boo him back into the dugout.
**********
Alan Embree embraces the Yankees right away. New York doesn't like him much better than Boston did, but that's fine, he hasn't done anything for them yet. He has to earn his way into their graces, the way he thought he'd done in Boston. He hopes New York will have a longer memory.
He embraces Mark, too, when he arrives, expressionless as ever, stiffly hugging Alan back as he greets his new teammates. Alan knows, though, that Mark feels the same way he does, used and tossed aside by those ungrateful shitsticks.
He can’t wait for the next Boston series.