BETTER IN TIME
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Better In Time
Early in the morning, Joachim wakes up. He is used to it, though the simple idea of being up at
There’s the sound of an alarm-clock, but he is already lying with his eyes open, in an empty bed, and stares into the ceiling. He lies motionlessly through the succession of chimes. It stops after a while, then starts again because the timer is set on ‘repeat’. He still doesn’t move, even though reaching out to turn the annoying thing of is not such a big ask. He prefers being annoyed at the moment.
The mood disappears after the second cup of espresso though.
“Your habit of drinking coffee by galloons should be kind of unhealthy, not?” Hansi settles down on the couch that is too short for him so he is forced to bend his legs. Reaching out with a hand, he takes a beer-glass off the floor and lifts it to his lips. “Cheers”.
Joachim sighs, barely taking his eyes off the monitor. “Why don’t you go home and catch a normal sleep?”
“A bit of solidarity I guess”. Flick laughs. The bottles clink. “Why don’t you switch to tea instead of gulping coffee every half an hour”.
“If you think I’m overdoing it, you haven’t seen Jürgen”, he smiles minutely.
“Jürgen…” Hansi obviously hesitates before asking the next question. “Are you two…”
“Fine, fine”, he waves his hand.
“It’s none of my business and you shouldn’t answer and you can say whatever you please, but Jogi”, Hansi isn’t raising his voice, on the contrary, he’s speaking in half-whisper as if the matter is calling to the secrecy, but every word is filled with quiet force. “But it won’t get better in time. And you shouldn’t lose something that…” He trails off.
“That is precious for me”, finishes he softly.
Hansi’s eyes are in front of him. Impossibly blue, the color the same as Jürgen’s, but so different at the same time.
“It won’t get better”, whispers he to himself.
“And you won’t forgive yourself if you lose it. Whatever happened…” Hansi makes a vague gesture, “I don’t know but anyway there’s nothing that can’t be solved. Even if it’s he who…”
“It’s not him”, he cuts in coldly. “It was a minor disagreement”.
He’s had to say it, even though Hansi is not a fool to believe it.
He stands up and walks around the table, bends down to take Hansi’s bottle that is more than half full and stops before the window, looking at the town below them. Then raises a bottle and takes a swig of beer.
“You have to do something, Jogi”, Hansi’s insistent voice makes him jerk his head up. “It won’t get better and you…”
“I know, Hansi”, he tries to keep a normal tone. Half-turns and raises a bottle in other man’s general direction. “Cheers”.
A heavy sigh. “Cheers”.