Writing JeteRod is addictive!
Jun. 9th, 2008 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblinlenoreNow that I've gotten past my vow of "I'll never write baseball slash," it's all I want to do! I amused myself last night with a ramshackle story idea of how things are so much better, but no more simple after the rift is over, because all they want is to be together, and they have all these things they have to navigate around, like Alex's family and their teammates and the media. And sometimes, Derek thinks that maybe they should just accept that the time when their relationship could have worked out, if such a thing was ever possible, is all in the past now. But he wants Alex too much, so he doesn't do anything or say anything. It's just something he thinks about sometimes--that he should let Alex go. That it would make things so much less complicated if he could bring himself to do that.
So, the story opens with Alex calling Derek to say that his wife is going to be out of town with their daughters, and that they should get together. Derek says, "So, do you want to come over?" And Alex says no, he wants a real rendezvous. He's already found them a place, this no-tell motel out in Queens. He's even gone to all the trouble of having some business reason to be out there, some commercial real estate he's supposed to look at as a possible investment, just in case he needs to explain, not that this will be necessary, because no one will find them in this part of Queens.
He sounds like he's (not so) secretly twelve years old, and Derek can't help grinning, because Alex's kid-like enthusiasm is contagious that way. He doesn't point out that it would be a lot easier to explain why Alex came over to Derek's place than why they went to a motel in Queens together.
They agree to meet on Friday evening (it's the off season, btw), taking separate cars. Alex gets there first, rents a room, and texts Derek the room number. Derek knocks on the door, and Alex lets him in, with this big shit-eating grin, and Derek takes one look at the room, which is a cross between the Bates Motel and Mt. Airy Lodge, and just shakes his head sadly.
"At least, tell me that nobody recognized you when you checked in."
Alex makes a face. "The woman was 112 years old."
"Old people like baseball, too," Derek tells him.
"She asked me if I was in town for the heating and air conditioning repair convention."
They figure they're pretty safe.
There's some kind of porntastic bed. Maybe it vibrates, or it's round and pink, or it's a waterbed. Can you have a round waterbed? 'Cause that would be ideal. Anyway...I digress. So they get naked, and Alex is all hyped with the excitement of their being all secret-agenty, and Derek can never resist Alex when he's in one of those moods. They have lots of very playful and affectionate sex. Afterwards, they fall asleep together, despite the suspect sheets, and when Derek wakes up, he's pressed up against Alex, his chest to Alex's back, his arms around him.
And he thinks that this is the real complication of this thing between them. If it were just sex, that would be one thing, but it's always been so much more than that, and it always will be.
Alex wakes up, and he's sleepy and blinking at Derek all owl-eyed, and Derek forgets all about complications and kisses Alex until he's much more awake. They go take a shower together and have sex again.
They get dressed, and Alex wants to go across the street to this diner he's noticed for breakfast after they check out. He reaches for Derek's hand as they leave the room, and Derek almost pulls away, because you never know who could be watching, who might have a camera, but sometimes, he gets tired of always being so careful, so he holds Alex's hand, just for the few steps it takes them to walk to the office.
Alex drops off the key, and they wander across the street. The diner is a neighborhood place, nothing fancy, and they order coffee and eggs.
"Isn't this great?" Alex says, with this big, satisfied grin.
Derek takes a sip of his coffee and makes a face. "Yeah. Great."
But he knows he's not fooling Alex, who continues to beam at him.
It becomes their place after that. Alex goes through with the deal on the commercial property he looked at, so there's still some excuse why they might be in the neighborhood. They meet here whenever they can, sometimes for sex first at the motel, and sometimes just to hang out together at the diner where no one ever bothers them either because they don't recognize them or because they're Mets fans.
The story picks up again after this has become part of their routine, and...this is where it takes a melodramatic turn. It's a Saturday, and they've met early, and they're eating breakfast and reading the papers, when a man comes into the diner with a gun. I'm not sure exactly why he's disgruntled, or why he's come to this diner. Let's just call him Mr. Plot Device. He orders all the people in the place to sit down on the floor, with their hands where he can see them.
This is where it gets really fuzzy, since I don't know what Mr. Plot Device's deal is. Maybe he's down on his luck and lashing out in desperation? Anyway, so he notices that Derek is Derek, and he says or does something threatening toward him, because Derek has the kind of success that Mr. Plot Device can only dream about. Alex gets very defensive and protective of Derek, which makes Mr. Plot Device's angry and draws his attention to Alex.
Alex doesn't back down, and Mr. Plot Device presses the barrel of the gun to Alex's forehead and says, "Who's the big man now?"
In that split second of seeing the gun touching Alex's skin, all these thoughts go through Derek's head, how ironic it is that he thought the worst thing that could happen to them was that they'd be outed, and that he wishes it hadn't taken him so long to forgive Alex, and he can't believe he's never told Alex he loves him when Alex tells him all the time. Then he gets a grip of himself, and he starts to reason with Mr. Plot Device, "Hey, man, you don't want to do this, etc." And finally Mr. Plot Device demands, "Why shouldn't I?" And he jams the gun against Alex's head, and Derek says quietly, something on the order of, "Because that would be like destroying a work of art." Except, you know, something that sounds like a man said it. *g*
And there's something about this that gets through Mr. Plot Device's crazed despair, and he realizes what he's doing, and he pulls the gun away. Sits down at the one of the tables and just sits there for a while, for what feels like forever, the gun on the table and his head in his hands. Finally, he sits back in his chair and takes out his phone and calls the police. "I just held a restaurant full of people at gun point," he tells the cops. "You need to come get me."
The cops arrive, and Mr. Plot Device surrenders, and the media shows up, and there's a circus when they realize that Alex and Derek were part of the hostage drama. Alex makes a statement, trots out the story he's rehearsed for if they ever got caught, about how he has business interests nearby, and he dragged Derek along to give him a second opinion about it. Other restaurant patrons are being interviewed, and they call Derek and Alex the heroes of the day, the reason why Mr. Plot Device gave up. Reporters ask Derek about it, and he plays it off, the same way he would if he got the winning hit in a game. "Everyone kept their cool. It took a real team effort to get out of this without anybody getting hurt."
The police agree that they can give their statements later, and Alex drives Derek home. On the way, he calls Cynthia to assure her that he's all right and promises that he'll be home as soon as he can. At Derek's place, though, he parks the car and comes upstairs with Derek, and they sit on the couch and have a drink even though it's not even noon yet. They don't say much. They just stay like that, quiet and meditative, their arms brushing occasionally for the sheer comfort of touch.
Finally, Alex really does have to go, and Derek walks him out. At the door, Alex tries to break the tension of the moment with some wry comment, "So, big day, huh?" And Derek smiles and pulls him in and hugs the hell out of him, because he's just that relieved. Alex hugs back, and when they pull away, Derek cups the back of Alex's head and says, "You know I love you, right?"
Alex gets this soft little smile, and he says, "Yeah. I know."
They kiss goodbye.
After Alex leaves, Derek decides that he's going to quit thinking about how much less complicated things would be if he and Alex just stopped seeing each other. Because there are so many worse things than complications.
So, that's it. That's my story idea. What can I say? Their love makes me maudlin and schmoopy! *g*
So, the story opens with Alex calling Derek to say that his wife is going to be out of town with their daughters, and that they should get together. Derek says, "So, do you want to come over?" And Alex says no, he wants a real rendezvous. He's already found them a place, this no-tell motel out in Queens. He's even gone to all the trouble of having some business reason to be out there, some commercial real estate he's supposed to look at as a possible investment, just in case he needs to explain, not that this will be necessary, because no one will find them in this part of Queens.
He sounds like he's (not so) secretly twelve years old, and Derek can't help grinning, because Alex's kid-like enthusiasm is contagious that way. He doesn't point out that it would be a lot easier to explain why Alex came over to Derek's place than why they went to a motel in Queens together.
They agree to meet on Friday evening (it's the off season, btw), taking separate cars. Alex gets there first, rents a room, and texts Derek the room number. Derek knocks on the door, and Alex lets him in, with this big shit-eating grin, and Derek takes one look at the room, which is a cross between the Bates Motel and Mt. Airy Lodge, and just shakes his head sadly.
"At least, tell me that nobody recognized you when you checked in."
Alex makes a face. "The woman was 112 years old."
"Old people like baseball, too," Derek tells him.
"She asked me if I was in town for the heating and air conditioning repair convention."
They figure they're pretty safe.
There's some kind of porntastic bed. Maybe it vibrates, or it's round and pink, or it's a waterbed. Can you have a round waterbed? 'Cause that would be ideal. Anyway...I digress. So they get naked, and Alex is all hyped with the excitement of their being all secret-agenty, and Derek can never resist Alex when he's in one of those moods. They have lots of very playful and affectionate sex. Afterwards, they fall asleep together, despite the suspect sheets, and when Derek wakes up, he's pressed up against Alex, his chest to Alex's back, his arms around him.
And he thinks that this is the real complication of this thing between them. If it were just sex, that would be one thing, but it's always been so much more than that, and it always will be.
Alex wakes up, and he's sleepy and blinking at Derek all owl-eyed, and Derek forgets all about complications and kisses Alex until he's much more awake. They go take a shower together and have sex again.
They get dressed, and Alex wants to go across the street to this diner he's noticed for breakfast after they check out. He reaches for Derek's hand as they leave the room, and Derek almost pulls away, because you never know who could be watching, who might have a camera, but sometimes, he gets tired of always being so careful, so he holds Alex's hand, just for the few steps it takes them to walk to the office.
Alex drops off the key, and they wander across the street. The diner is a neighborhood place, nothing fancy, and they order coffee and eggs.
"Isn't this great?" Alex says, with this big, satisfied grin.
Derek takes a sip of his coffee and makes a face. "Yeah. Great."
But he knows he's not fooling Alex, who continues to beam at him.
It becomes their place after that. Alex goes through with the deal on the commercial property he looked at, so there's still some excuse why they might be in the neighborhood. They meet here whenever they can, sometimes for sex first at the motel, and sometimes just to hang out together at the diner where no one ever bothers them either because they don't recognize them or because they're Mets fans.
The story picks up again after this has become part of their routine, and...this is where it takes a melodramatic turn. It's a Saturday, and they've met early, and they're eating breakfast and reading the papers, when a man comes into the diner with a gun. I'm not sure exactly why he's disgruntled, or why he's come to this diner. Let's just call him Mr. Plot Device. He orders all the people in the place to sit down on the floor, with their hands where he can see them.
This is where it gets really fuzzy, since I don't know what Mr. Plot Device's deal is. Maybe he's down on his luck and lashing out in desperation? Anyway, so he notices that Derek is Derek, and he says or does something threatening toward him, because Derek has the kind of success that Mr. Plot Device can only dream about. Alex gets very defensive and protective of Derek, which makes Mr. Plot Device's angry and draws his attention to Alex.
Alex doesn't back down, and Mr. Plot Device presses the barrel of the gun to Alex's forehead and says, "Who's the big man now?"
In that split second of seeing the gun touching Alex's skin, all these thoughts go through Derek's head, how ironic it is that he thought the worst thing that could happen to them was that they'd be outed, and that he wishes it hadn't taken him so long to forgive Alex, and he can't believe he's never told Alex he loves him when Alex tells him all the time. Then he gets a grip of himself, and he starts to reason with Mr. Plot Device, "Hey, man, you don't want to do this, etc." And finally Mr. Plot Device demands, "Why shouldn't I?" And he jams the gun against Alex's head, and Derek says quietly, something on the order of, "Because that would be like destroying a work of art." Except, you know, something that sounds like a man said it. *g*
And there's something about this that gets through Mr. Plot Device's crazed despair, and he realizes what he's doing, and he pulls the gun away. Sits down at the one of the tables and just sits there for a while, for what feels like forever, the gun on the table and his head in his hands. Finally, he sits back in his chair and takes out his phone and calls the police. "I just held a restaurant full of people at gun point," he tells the cops. "You need to come get me."
The cops arrive, and Mr. Plot Device surrenders, and the media shows up, and there's a circus when they realize that Alex and Derek were part of the hostage drama. Alex makes a statement, trots out the story he's rehearsed for if they ever got caught, about how he has business interests nearby, and he dragged Derek along to give him a second opinion about it. Other restaurant patrons are being interviewed, and they call Derek and Alex the heroes of the day, the reason why Mr. Plot Device gave up. Reporters ask Derek about it, and he plays it off, the same way he would if he got the winning hit in a game. "Everyone kept their cool. It took a real team effort to get out of this without anybody getting hurt."
The police agree that they can give their statements later, and Alex drives Derek home. On the way, he calls Cynthia to assure her that he's all right and promises that he'll be home as soon as he can. At Derek's place, though, he parks the car and comes upstairs with Derek, and they sit on the couch and have a drink even though it's not even noon yet. They don't say much. They just stay like that, quiet and meditative, their arms brushing occasionally for the sheer comfort of touch.
Finally, Alex really does have to go, and Derek walks him out. At the door, Alex tries to break the tension of the moment with some wry comment, "So, big day, huh?" And Derek smiles and pulls him in and hugs the hell out of him, because he's just that relieved. Alex hugs back, and when they pull away, Derek cups the back of Alex's head and says, "You know I love you, right?"
Alex gets this soft little smile, and he says, "Yeah. I know."
They kiss goodbye.
After Alex leaves, Derek decides that he's going to quit thinking about how much less complicated things would be if he and Alex just stopped seeing each other. Because there are so many worse things than complications.
So, that's it. That's my story idea. What can I say? Their love makes me maudlin and schmoopy! *g*
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Date: 2008-06-09 10:05 pm (UTC)But now I'm thinking about Alex and Derek sharing really sweet moments, and how in love they are.
It's just something he thinks about sometimes--that he should let Alex go.
Except that wouldn't work, even if he did want to. Alex wouldn't let him. (Not that Jeter wouldn't think about it sometimes.)
And of course I love this bit:
Reporters ask Derek about it, and he plays it off, the same way he would if he got the winning hit in a game. "Everyone kept their cool. It took a real team effort to get out of this without anybody getting hurt."
Because he's the consumate PR dream. This is a really really cute and schmoopy idea.
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Date: 2008-06-09 11:37 pm (UTC)Oh my God. Seriously. I wrote up this little daydream of mine in large part to take my mind off the fact that the YANKEES JUST LOST TO THE ROYALS. AGAIN.
Except that wouldn't work, even if he did want to. Alex wouldn't let him. (Not that Jeter wouldn't think about it sometimes.)
Alex SO wouldn't let him. Also, Derek only thinks about it sometimes as a way of exorcising some guilt. He knows that it's never going to be over between them, and he wouldn't want it to be.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who enjoys the schmoop! :)
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Date: 2008-06-10 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-12 01:18 am (UTC)Oh, Derek!
This is awesome and schmoopy! I love it!
What does Derek think he needs to forgive Alex for?
(Will you hate me if I say I'm not that fond of ARod?)
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Date: 2008-06-12 01:47 am (UTC)Re: Derek forgiving Alex. You remember back in 2001 when Alex and Derek were still close friends, and then Alex trashed Derek in that Vanity Fair article? And then they really weren't friends anymore. Forgive him for that.
I absolutely won't hate you for not being fond of A-Rod. As a Jeter girl, I bore a grudge against him for a long, long time for what he said about Derek. It's only in the last year or so, and largely because two of my friends are such big A-Rod fans, that I've come around to him.
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Date: 2008-06-19 09:16 pm (UTC)http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/a_rod_pete_rose_sent_me
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Date: 2008-06-28 02:23 pm (UTC)