#but yeah thats why everything look rough as christ these were just supposed to be silly lil thangs

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obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[hockeyandstuff91]

Fate And The Saint - Part 1

Word count: 2,735

Players: Brock Boeser, Bo Horvat, (mentioned canucks teammates)

Other people: Holly

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of cheating, I think thats it lol

Authors Note: OHHHHHHHHH BOY! Look who is back! hahaha <3 Sorry for it being such a long time since I have posted a story or series guys, the last couple months.. have been a lot lol. I’ve been trying to find the motivation to write, and it comes in randomly so I try to take advantage when I can, which was tonight lol. This series (yes I’m doing another fucking series shocker right? But hey guess what! It’s with new players!!! So I’m super excited for this) actually was inspired by a dream I had a couple weeks ago. It didn’t exactly happen like this, it was a little more dark in the dream, but I came up with this idea, and I love Brock so much he seems like such a sweet guy, so I wanted to write something with him, soooo here we are! lol I hope you guys enjoy this! Please leave me some feedback, it honestly is one of the biggest things that keep me motivated to write more <3 Love you all!!!!

Part 2

(Brock's POV)

I relaxed back in my chair, soaking up the sun, the sound of the ocean was soothing. I was glad for bye week, we all really needed this break and time to rest. I sighed as I heard my phone ring, leaning over to pick it up off the towel that was laying on the sand next to me.

I read the name on the screen, seeing that Bo was calling. That was weird, he was suppose to be meeting me down here any minute. I hit the answer button and held it up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Dude you gotta come back."

"What? I thought you guys were going to meet me at the beach?" I asked. I could hear a noise in the background that almost sounded like crying, but I figured maybe the TV was on.

"Brooke needs you right now dude. seriously please, I don't know what to do. Holly is trying to calm her but she only wants you dude."

"Is she okay?"

"Physically yes, other than that no," Bo sighed.

"I'll be right up," I said quickly, hanging up my phone and quickly packing everything back up.

I almost ran the whole way back up the beach and towards the resort we were staying at. Brooke and I had picked this place out months ago, sending a group text to all the guys to see what their thoughts were since we were all going to be there together. Brooke was my best friend, and had been for a few years now, so of course I invited her to go on the trip with us. Unfortunately her boyfriend wasn't exactly excited about that idea and said the only way she was going was if he was here too. I reluctantly invited him, hoping he wouldn't be a dick on the trip like he usually was back at home.

I rushed into the elevator, pressing the 5th floor button repeatedly. I had no idea what was going on, but I needed to get up there as fast as I could. Thankfully Bo told me that she wasn't physically hurt so that was good, but I was scared that her boyfriend had done something and she just wouldn't tell the guys. He had hit her one time when he was really drunk, but apparently that was the only time, and he had felt really guilty about it. At least that's what she claimed.

Finally the elevator doors opened and I made my way down the hall, using my key card to get into my room. I tossed everything onto the bed and walked into the living room area that was in between my room and Bo's.

Brooke was sitting on a chair on the balcony, Holly was out there with her, rubbing her back and trying to get her to drink some water.

"What happened?"

"I have no idea dude," Bo answered. "She knocked on our door looking for you and then she just burst into tears and shes been out there ever since."

"Brooke," I called out, letting her know that I was here.

She turned her head and got up from her chair, walking back inside. "Brock," she forced out, her voice rough from crying.

"Come here," I said, sitting on the couch.

(Brooke's POV)

I sniffled as I made my way over to Brock, wiping my eyes. I crawled into Brock's lap, facing him, and hid my face against his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around me and I finally took my first even breath all morning.

"What happened?" He asked softly, his hand rubbing up and down my back trying to sooth me.

I shook my head, not wanting to talk just yet or I was going to start crying all over again.

Brock nodded, understanding without me having to say anything. "You two go enjoy the beach, we might join you a little later," Brock said to Bo and Holly.

I just held onto Brock tightly, burying my head deeper between his shoulder and neck. There was the sound of things moving around the room for a few minutes before the hotel door opened and closed, signalling that Bo and Holly had left. I felt bad for ruining everyone's morning and not being able to handle this on my own.

Brock's hand came to rest on the back of my head as I felt him kiss the side of my head. "You want to talk yet? It's just me here," he said softly.

I sighed and pulled back, looking down at him. His face was full of worry, which was understandable since he had no idea what was going on.

"Brad.. uh I saw him.. he-" I took a shaky breath trying to get out what had happened. "At the club last night, when he left to get a drink and I went to go find him-"

"Yeah I remember that," Brock nodded, reaching up to wiped a stray tear off my cheek.

"I saw him.. um.." I sighed and closed my eyes. "He was cheating on me," I finally forced it out, trying really hard not to start crying again.

"He what?!" Brock almost growled. "I'm going to kill him."

"Brock no," I sighed, opening my eyes and looking at him. "Please just. I don't want to think about him today," I sniffled.

Brock relaxed back against the couch, his face softening. "Okay. Do you want to go down to the beach with Bo and Holly?"

I nodded "Yeah maybe being in the sun would be good," I answered as I got off his lap.

"Just let me know if you want to come back okay?"

"Thanks Brock," I smiled a little.

"Anything for my best friend," he smiled back, making his way back into his room to grab his things.

We walked down the hall to where my room was and I opened the door, hoping that Brad wasn't in here. The lights were off, meaning he had left after I stormed out this morning to find Brock.

"Why don't we move your stuff to my room?" Brock said as he followed me in.

I looked over my shoulder as I was unzipping my suit case to grab my bathing suit. "Brock no-"

"Brooke yes. I am not going to let you stay in this room with that ass hole," he said crossing his arms.

I sighed, knowing that he was right. I couldn't be in this room with Brad, I would be upset for the rest of the trip if I was. I felt bad though, I didn't want to crowd around Brock and make him feel like he couldn't enjoy his trip because he had to watch out for me.

"You'll have to deal with sharing a bed though," Brock chuckled, now standing right next to me as he reached down, zipping my suitcase back up and grabbing it by the handle, walking back towards the door.

I rolled my eyes as I stood back up. "Yeah because we haven't ever shared a bed before, or gone camping in that tiny ass tent of yours," I laughed as I checked around the room to make sure I had everything, and then grabbing my backpack and following him back out of the room, stopping to toss down my key card on the TV stand.

"That was one time, and I swear it was a mix up. My dad told me the tent could fit 5 people in it and I grabbed the wrong one by accident."

"Uh huh.. keep telling yourself that Brock," I smiled and followed him back down the hallway towards his room.

Brock just smiled, usually one to argue back with me because that was just what we did, it was always in a teasing way. I could tell however that he was just happy to see me smiling and not crying, so he would deal with losing this fight.

We dropped my stuff off at his room, I quickly changed in the bathroom before we then headed down to the lobby to make our way out to the beach. It was a beautiful day out at least, nothing like back home. It had to be in the 80s here while back home it was in the 30s.

"Wow this is what the sun feels like?" I laughed.

Brock laughed "Yeah this is what the sun feels like," he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walked down the path from the resort to the beach.

"I forgot, its so cold back home."

Brock nodded "I checked the weather back home and it said it was suppose to snow a bit."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Whatever I'm about to lay on the beach for the first time in like 6 months. I'm a happy girl at the moment," I smiled as I saw the ocean come into view.

"Good," Brock said, pulling me closer to him as we step onto the sand.

I kicked off my flip flops, picking them up, before hearing Bo and Holly call our names from down the beach a little ways.

"Even the sand is warm," I hummed softly as I wiggled my toes before we continued to make our way over to them.

"Hey," Holly smiled, grabbing the other end of my towel to set it on the sand. "Feel any better?" she asked softly.

I nodded "Yeah I just want to enjoy the sun today," I smiled, sitting down on my towel.

"Bo was just going to go get some drinks, you guys want any?"

"Its 10 in the morning!" Brock laughed.

"Yeah?" Bo asked, a serious look on his face.

I laughed and shook my head. "Just a water for me please?"

"Of course," Bo smiled.

"Same for me dude," Brock answered, setting his towel next to mine.

"Boring," Bo mumbled as he started to head up to the little hut on the edge of the beach.

Brock rolled his eyes and laid back, putting his arms behind his head. I leaned back on my elbows, talking to Holly who was to the right of me. An hour had gone by, and the guys had ended up going down to the ocean to jump in for a quick swim when I noticed something.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Whats up?" Holly asked, sitting up and putting her sunglasses on the top of her head.

"He's here.. and with a fucking girl too," I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Are you fucking serious? Jesus Christ what a-" Holly stopped herself and sighed.

I looked up as Brock and Bo made their way back to us, Brock shaking water out of his hair and onto me.

I normally would of laughed and probably whined at him for getting water on me, but my mood was completely ruined by Brad, yet again.

"Whats the matter?" Brock asked as he sat next to me.

"He's here with some bitch," Holly said before I could even answer.

Brock looked around and then saw him. I saw his hand clench into a fist but I grabbed his hand, turning his attention back to me as he relaxed again.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I just-"

"I know Brock. Can we.. can we just go back to the room? I don't want him to see me here."

"Sure," Brock said, squeezing my hand gently before getting up and gathering our stuff. "We'll see you later for dinner," he said to Bo and Holly who gave me a sympathetic smile as we left.

Neither Brock or I said anything as we made our way back to the hotel, walking into the lobby. I started walking over to the elevators when I noticed that Brock wasn't beside me anymore. I stopped and turned around, seeing that Brock had started to make his way over to the front desk. I walked quickly to catch up with him, grabbing his hand to stop him.

"What are you doing?" I asked softly.

"I'm canceling his room."

"Brock no, you can't do that."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because that's not nice."

"So what?!" Brock said a little louder than he meant to. "What he did to you was way worse than 'not nice.'"

"So what does that mean?"

"Me canceling his room?" Brock asked and I nodded in response. "It means his shit will be cleaned out and left behind the desk for him to pick up when he finds out his key card no longer works."

"So where is he going to stay then?"

"That's his problem not mine, and especially not yours. The only reason he is here is because that was the only way you were allowed to be here, Brooke. By me allowing him to keep his room I feel like I'm enabling his behavior. And when we get back to the room, his plane ticket will also be canceled. Good luck getting home Brad," Brock said as he turned and made his way to the desk this time.

I sighed, not wanting to cause any more drama then there already was, but Brock was right. He had agreed to let Brad come, only so that I was able to be here. He wanted me to finally be able to relax and have a fun vacation, and Brad had ruined that. I knew Brock long enough to know there was no stopping him from doing this, but honestly Brad deserved it. Not to mention Brock had every right to do this anyways, since it was his money that allowed Brad to come here in the first place, being that he had paid for everything.

"There," Brock smiled once he was done, walking with me back towards the elevators. "They are going to send someone to collect all of his things and hold them at the desk for him to pick up by tomorrow morning."

I nodded as I listened to him, but didn't say anything. We made our way to the room and I tossed my stuff onto the chair that was in the corner of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and played with a stray string on the bottom of my bathing suit.

I heard Brock typing away on his phone for a moment before I heard him talking to what I imagined was someone with the airline we had our tickets through. He told them that he only wanted one of the tickets canceled and thanked them after a few minutes of waiting. Once he was done with that he jumped onto the bed behind me and poked my side.

"Hey," he said softly.

I didn't say anything I just continued to play with the string.

I heard him sigh as I felt the bed move, seeing him out of the corner of my eye as he made his way to sit on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Brookie I'm sorry. I know you don't want me to leave him stranded or anything but-"

"No Brock I understand. Honestly this is what he deserves. I just... I can imagine what kind of hell I'm going to be walking into when I get back home is all."

Brock shook his head, reaching out to grab my hand. "You won't have to deal with that I promise. You know that I have plenty of room at my place, we get home a couple days before the first game. I'll get Bo, and Jake, and Marky, and Troy, and Ben, and all the other guys to help you pack up your stuff and guard the house while you are there so we can move before he even gets back home. We wont let him anywhere near you okay? I promise I'm going to make everything okay again," Brock said as he pulled me into a hug.

I just nodded and clung onto him as I felt tears start to slide down my face again. They were a mixture of happy and sad tears. Sad because I had finally realized that everything with Brad had been wasted time and it was over, but happy because I knew that I had Brock, and a whole hockey team behind me in support for this. Everything would be okay, I just hoped that the rest of the trip we wouldn't have to deal with Brad again..