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Collide-Justin Herbert-18

A.N Usual disclaimer, I do not know The Chargers or their situation, this is fiction purposes only

Justin was taking the field for warm-ups. 

He was doing his usual routine, it was about an hour til kick off, there were some fans filling the stadium, no doubt by the time the game started it would be at almost full capacity.

He looked over at the sidelines, where Taylor was standing with her mic, she was speaking directly into the camera. He was trying hard not to stare too long.

They had run into each other earlier in the tunnel. He said a quick 'excuse me' as she had gone past her, and he felt her eyes on his back as he headed to the locker room. 

Khalil Mack was talking to her as he had his pregame interview before they suited up. 

Before he knew it, it was time to head back to the locker room. Justin ran past Khalil, who was trying to get away from Taylor, as he glanced at his teammate, he made eye contact with the blonde. She had a look on her face that he couldn't quite place.

It looked happy, but not in a good way.

It looked evil

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"Okay Taylor we got it! Good job!" The cameraman called as he turned off the camera to look at the footage. They were live on the NFL network to cover SNF. Her pregame sideline interviewee would be Khalil Mack while after would be a player of the team who won.

She saw Khalil start to head off the field and she decided to take her chance. "Hey Khalil?"

He stopped. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry about this season so far. It seems it's been really difficult with all the injuries, especially to Justin."

Khalil was confused, he knew the reporter and his quarterback had a fling in the past, and Herb had a new girlfriend so was she trying to get at something?

"Well we have had a lot of injuries, so it's been tough, but we got to fight through." 

"It's a good thing Justin has his family in town to take care of him. He mentioned his parents being in town when he first got injured."

"I heard nothing about that. He's in good hands on and off the field. Listen, I got to go." He ran off the field before she could say anything else, but it did get her thinking.

The night he was at her place he mentioned his parents were in town, but no one had mentioned that. Surely it would have been mentioned that his parents were in town, but nothing. So wait a minute was this girl involved when he was over at her place?

Was he playing her too? How many other women did he have? Who was the brunette in Oregon? While she knew they weren't exclusive. He had told before she went to Europe that there was no one but her. That when she got back maybe they could give this a chance. He texted her everyday, picked her up from the airport, kissed her when he dropped her off

 Then once camp neared he didn't respond to her texts, then agrees to come over, they kiss and then he breaks it off? Now he's got all these girls.

There was a part of her that felt a tad guilty for liking that tweet, but she wasn't giving up on this. Not yet.

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Sara was so thankful to Ben and Sasha for letting her and Erika stay with them while she was in Michigan. The couple owned a gorgeous lakehouse off of Lake Huron. While it was cold, it was beautiful,peaceful. It made her think about owning a summer home. She currently owned only two homes, her main one in LA and one she bought in Wexler, Pennsylvania close to her family. They all tried to convince her to buy the home that was for sale next to her parents but she needed her space.

This trip was just Erika and Sara, there was no need for the rest of her team to be present, so she gave them the next couple of weeks to be with their friends and families for the Holidays. They had arrived early Sunday morning, and it couldn't have been more perfect. She would be able to watch the game. They had to be up and ready to film the first scenes.

They had unpacked, had dinner and now her and Erika were walking around the grounds. It was dark, but it was lit up beautifully thanks to Sasha decorating skills. Sara was getting ideas of what scenes should be filmed while watching the game on her phone. The Chargers were up and so far were dominating the 49ers.

Everything was great…

Until it wasn't.

As soon as she saw the hit to his head she screamed and dropped her phone on the grass.

"Sara!! What!" Erika picked up her friend's phone and caught the slow motion replay. "Oh my god."

"Erika, is he being taken to the tent?"

"No, he's taking the snap.”

"WHAT!" She ripped the phone out of Erika's hands. As Justin was ready to call the play the whistle blew, and the announcers called a medical timeout as Justin headed to the sidelines. She could tell he was mad.

At one point she read his lips as he yelled. "I ate!"

"I'm gonna kill him."  She muttered.

The rest of the game was nerve wracking. She couldn't believe he was cleared to play after that. As they walked back to the house they were greeted by Ben and his family, who would be doing the supporting roles.

The rest of the night was focused on reading through parts, and Sara and the crew were throwing out ideas. As much as she tried to focus, she felt her brain going back to Justin. She saw they lost the game, and she knew that he was fuming at himself. 

Still she was going to give him a lashing

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"We didn't execute on third down"

It was the same shit, same mistakes that cost the win. Justin didn't want to speak to the media, but as captain and quarterback it was required of him.

He felt fine, physically, but mentally and emotionally he felt like shit. Once he had completed his interviews he went back to the hotel, it was Sunday night but the team was heading back to Los Angeles late so they could be ready for Monday practice and the media.

He wanted to call Sara but he was aware she had just gotten to Michigan for work and was diving deep into her projects. He loved how dedicated she was to her work.

Justin loved that Sara was independent and didn't need him, she wanted him. 

He looked at his phone to see a bunch of texts messages and phone calls from family and friends but nothing from her. That was weird, win or lose she always had something for him on his phone.

He figured she was busy.

However when he got home finally at a late hour he saw the facetime request. He accepted and saw her face surrounded by darkness. "Hey baby… where are you?"

"Don't baby me Justin, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Oh she was pissed. He tried to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"You ate? The only thing you ate was the fucking turf on that hit. Idiot" He laughed. A good hearty laugh. He needed that comedic relief. Although his girlfriend didn't find it that funny. "You're laughing, seriously you're laughing when I'm about to get on a plane to California to kill you."

"Hey If it gets you back to California I'm cool with that. Besides, I can fight you off anyways." She rolled her eyes and he laughed again. "Back to my first question, where the hell are you?"

"I'm walking around Ben and Sasha's property. It's really cold, I forgot how cold it gets being in the Midwest. I only have my UCLA hoodie"

"Babe! Get back in the house! You will get sick. Are you by yourself?"

She nodded and turned the camera around so he could see what she was seeing. Although it was really dark, he could hear the waves of Lake Huron. He tried not to freak out, but the thought of her being by herself outside late at night by a huge body of water didn't sit well with him. "Please get back in the house."

"Okay mom" He saw the movement, and then the light of what seemed to be a living room. "Hold on" He heard along with some shuffling.

She came back into his sight with her ear pods in. "I'm in the kitchen, I'm sharing a room with Erika and she is sleeping. Anyways, how do you feel? And be honest Justin Patrick."

"I feel fine, yeah I was a little rattled initially, but I'm good. I passed the concussion protocol. What?"

She was glaring at him. He knew it was in a joking manner, eventually she relaxed her expression. "You're lucky I love you Jerk."

He laughed, but before he could say anything he heard a voice on Sara's end. "Is this Justin?" 

She saw Sara jump and grab her chest. "Jesus Ben you scared me." She moved out of the frame a bit and another face moved in. "Ben this is my boyfriend Justin, babe this is my friend Ben."

Justin gave a little awkward wave, and Ben nodded and put on a dad voice. "So my daughter tells me that you're the son of a gun who she loves. Is that right?"

Justin wasn't expecting that. "Uhh"

He saw Sara elbow Ben. "Oh shut up with that western accent. He's just playing babe honest." Ben was laughing and Justin joined nervously, still unsure if Ben was actually angry.  "Nice to meet you son, Sara speaks fondly of you."

He saw his girlfriend roll her eyes. "Oh my god you're not even old enough to be my dad. You're thirty seven. My oldest sister is two years younger than you."

Ben laughed. "Okay fine I'm the big brother you never had" He turned his attention back to Justin. "You okay there dude? Your hit is being played on all the major news sites"

Justin groaned. Not wanting any of the attention. "Yes I am fine, everyone is making it a bigger deal than what it was. I'm fine I promise."

"I still think you should have sat out for a little bit. Let Chase take over for a bit. You looked shaken up." 

"Well I felt fine, of course it's a little rattling at first. But I've been cleared by the medical team and things are okay." He didn't want to keep talking about this, so he decided to switch the topics. "How is the project going?"

Ben and Sara filled him in on the beginning process. They had to try to get as much film in Michigan as they could so they could be in a good spot when they headed back to LA to shoot the rest. Sara was only in charge of the music production and the first few scenes of filming. Another director was going to take place when she left to film Dune 2. 

Justin had to admit, he was not an artistic person at all, but hearing his girlfriend talk so in depth about something she was good at made him intrigued and wanting to know more. Sara came out of her comfort zone when she tried golfing even though he could tell she had little athletic ability. 

He thought about their earlier conversation, about him not wanting to visit her on set. While he wasn't sure about international flights, possibly when she comes home to start to film her show. He could visit a film set as long as he stayed hidden. It was 2022, stars had friends visit on the down low. He could do that.

Overall, the rest of the conversation flowed easily, Ben and Justin got a long fine, and Ben promised Justin a tour of his home to try Bourbon. (He wasn't sure about that) but Sara's beautiful voice helped him fall asleep.

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Fuck Running, 

It wasn't even a mile,and she was out of fucking breath. It was 4am, two hours before filming began. Erika got her uo to start running, a form of exercise. She hated it so much. It gave her awful flashbacks of gym class. Having to run the mile in under 20 min. Trying to do the fastest time for the stupid presidential fitness award. It was a fucking piece of paper for God's sake.

But nevertheless she was here, struggling to breathe. She was running (literally) on coffee and almond butter toast. One website said this was a good start.

Erika ran track in high school so this was easy for her, as she ran ahead. Sara didn't expect her friend to match her slow pace. 

Once they finished. ( Sara was dry heaving,) they walked back to Ben and Sasha's house. 

"Sara, look I know Stephanie wants you to lose weight, but don't do it unhealthy."

Sara spoke between breaths. "The show is in February. That means I have only a few months left. I'm not trying to drop too much weight, just tone up a bit. Now come on, Ben has a few workout machines in his basement. Let's hit that for about thirty minutes "

Sara ran ahead of Erika a bit, her friend could see she was forcing herself.

This wasn't good.

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The week went fast.

It was Friday night, and Sara and Ben, along with the editing team were going over the footage they had shot, and it was good so far. They needed to re shoot a couple of things. They went back and forth on what song from the album to add to certain scenes. She kept up with her rigorous training and diet and saw some progress already. Of course she had to be careful with Thanksgiving.

Speaking of, Her sister Alyssa wouldn't stop texting her about certain dishes. It was already set and stone that she would be stuck doing a lot of the cooking. Alyssa had a thirty pound turkey that was only defrosting and she was already over her head. Her family was in St. Louis already and she was sure they were driving her crazy.

Sara would be arriving on Tuesday. Erika had her bags packed with outfits she would be wearing. Erika was going home to Pittsburgh for the week and wouldn't be back in LA for a couple of weeks. She deserved the time off for being an amazing assistant and dealing with her best friend's bullshit.

She was back and forth with Justin over the week, they texted about any and everything. He had tried to act annoyed when she would request pictures of Nova (He swore up and down that she loved his cat more than him) They also both expressed how sexually frustrated they were, they both decided not to send pictures as the worst thing would be a hacked phone. Phone sex was out of the question since Sara had not had a moment of privacy since she left.

The team was still editing one of the scenes she had shot, and so far it looked like another reshoot was coming. Which meant a 6:00am wake up, well technically earlier cause she needed to get her run in.

Her sleep schedule was fucked. She was exhausted, running on coffee and high protein snacks. Between talking to Justin on the phone, early wakeups and late nights touching up scenes. Then it was on a plane to St.Louis, where there would be no time to rest, due to cooking and being attacked by nieces and nephews as well as being expected to catch up and entertain everyone. Which wasn’t fair, it wasn’t her fucking house. Sara only had her entire family to Los Angeles twice and each time it was the worst experience. Everyone talking over each other, wanting to do different activities and not understanding that cameras would be on them.

She remembered one incident when Charles and Katie visited when they only had two kids and the kids were distressed by the cameraman following them and getting too close for comfort during an outing at the zoo. It led to a video on TMZ of Sara ‘having a breakdown’ yelling at everyone to back the fuck off. Heidi had yelled at her, but  she learned quickly that her client didn’t deal with any bullshit; she did cut back on the clapbacks and fights online.

No doubt that whenever her relationship with Justin came to the limelight she was going to be very protective of him. Granted he was famous in his own right, but this level of fame she dealt with was on a whole other level. 

The group called it quits around 1am, with everyone retreating to their designated spots in Ben’s house. Sara thought she could get some sleep, but then Alyssa began texting her about the grocery list and if she was making the mac and cheese. (Alyssa was a perfectionist like Justin, and she was probably worrying about making sure everything was perfect.) Also the whole family was already there driving her up the wall. Her sister informed her she would be sleeping with the oldest kids in the basement. Which already sucked, she loved her nieces and nephews, but they were exhausting. She didn’t remember being that full of energy as a kid.

As much as she was dreading it, she found herself packing up her things on Sunday. Call her selfish, but she didn’t want anyone else to take over the project. It was something she was able to do behind the scenes, and show the world and her family that her job wasn’t just phony crying or getting mad, or walking around in front of a camera like they thought.

Ben had taken the team out to dinner Saturday night as a thank you for all their hard work. They took plenty of photos which Sara posted on Instagram.

As she laid in bed that night after wishing Justin good luck on his game. She scrolled through Instagram. She did her usual likes on friends' stories. Timothee's story was him on the Dune set and it looked exciting. As much as it sucks to leave Justin for so long she was looking forward to bringing her a game on set and hopefully winning the academy over.

She thought about her future ahead. Going into 2023 she had a great career, an amazing boyfriend, awesome friends, and sometimes good family. 

2023 was her year.

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Thank god for Sunday night football.

Sara got up early at 330, did her workout, had her healthy breakfast, and began planning the scenes she needed to reshoot. She was determined to finish early and watch the game without any interruptions.

Justin and her were going back and forth. She messaged him as soon as she got up. Justin replied a few hours later, surprised that she was up so early. He expressed excitement that Allen and Mike were back. Sara was happy too, she loved Mike, and promised him at the BBQ that they would have a game of super Mario smash brothers (it was the only game she could play)

Nevertheless, she got everything she needed done early. Ben kept teasing her in between takes. It didn't matter though, she wanted to watch her man ball out and silence the critics. 

To pass the time she looked up Patrick Mahomes life, who was annoying and talked shit about the Chargers. One thing about her was that when she and Justin became public she would never trash the other team, and she knew Justin wouldn't want her to do that either.

Here she was with a bottle of wine while watching the game in the guest room she was staying in. Ben and Sasha were out Christmas shopping. (Which she needed to do) so she had the whole place to her house.

"YES!" She screamed as her man launched a beautiful 50 yard pass for a touchdown. Joe was texting her about the game.

So was Joey.

He asked her how she was and he was asking about the Lord Huron project. She had recommended a few songs for him to listen to and he loved them. He was expressing his frustration about not being able to play, which she sympathized with. They went back and forth for a little bit. He gave her tips about toning up and certain exercises.

While things got off to a good start, it seemed to be going downhill as Mike Williams was injured again, he headed off to the blue tent and Sara groaned as she poured herself another glass of wine. 

Yeah she was going to be buzzed by the end of this game.

Sara held her breath as Justin took a sack on 3rd and 2nd. 

The score was 13-17 in favor of the Chargers. 

It was almost halftime and Sara was buzzed. It was a deadly combination with watching her man in a uniform whom she hadn't seen in almost three weeks. She thought about masturbating but it would give her an empty high, nothing compared to the feeling of Justin inside of her.

During halftime she was on her laptop planning the sexy calendar she was going to shoot for Christmas as one of his gifts.

She had her list made out and what gifts she was going to get. For Justin, she just didn't want to give him something sexual, their relationship was so much more than that. Christmas was in a month, and her family was easy. Wanting materialistic items. Justin was a sentimental guy who would appreciate something from the heart.

Halftime ended, and Sara had her list planned out. Feeling good about things.

Until the chiefs took the lead.

But then Justin got the lead back. Sara was on the edge of the bed (she fell off a few times due to the alcohol she consumed.) The clock was running down and the chiefs were too close for comfort…

"No fucking way" She whispered as she watched Kelce's celebration in horror.

She watched Justin throw out of desperation which led to an interception.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The chiefs won 

They fucking won.

She could barely register what happened after that. Ben and Sasha came home and she could hear them talk about something, she couldn't tell you what. Their bedroom door closed so they must have gone to bed.

This game sobered her up quickly. She didn't know what to say to Justin, she knew he was pissed. This marked two losses in a row which diminished playoff chances.

She decided to message him anyway.

You still played great. I'm proud of you and I love you.

She decided to turn in, she knew she was going to be hungover tomorrow. Sara didn't expect Justin to reply.

He didn't.

A/N: Is this my best chapter? No. Am I salty as fuck about yesterday’s game? Yes. I hope the Bengals whoop that ass in December.