Author: It Will Rain PM
Yankees fan fiction story. Derek Jeter/Alex Rodriguez. Just the problems they may face as a couple and the problems they face in the baseball season.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,933 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-09-12 - Published: 07-01-12 - id: 8274578
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So I've decided to write a Yankees story with Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez because YOLO. Just kidding, the Yankees are the coolest team ever and the best team ever. 27 world series championships… just sayin'. But I think that Derek and Alex would be adorable together, so I'm gonna write a story about them. I put it under Misc. TV shows I think, because there was no baseball category so I chose this one. Rated T for now, maybe slash in the later chapters, established relationship, fluuuuuuuffffff. I like fluff :D. Don't like it, then don't read it. I do not own the Yankees, at all.
Derek was nearing the top of the 3,000 hit club. He was definitely the center of attention. I definitely believed that he could be number 1 on the all time hits. He was doing extremely well, so at the rate he was going, I doubt it would be a problem for him. He was one of the greatest baseball players ever. Everyone knew it, and everyone talked about it. Now, not to be arrogant or anything, but I'm pretty great too. Not as great as Derek, but I'll go down with a few records, like being in the top 5 for the most home runs. But the difference between me and him, was that he could never be hated. Yes, I did use steroids and shit and he didn't, but I bet even if he did, which he never would, he still wouldn't be hated for it. Sometimes it just bothered me that he was so great. The thing was though, even when he acted like he was the shit, he also had times when he would be just a normal guy, which was great for the both of us. We both loved the privacy. Being famous is great, it's just when your boyfriend is loved so much more than you, it could get annoying. But I would never break up with him over this. It was just a small price to pay for how happy he makes me.
Mark Teixeira just hit a single, so the bases were loaded. Derek was on third, Granderson was on second, and now Teixeira was on first. The bases were loaded, two outs, bottom of the 9th, and we were down by 3. I immediately went into the zone. I walked up to the plate, and waited for the new pitcher to replace the old one that was now hiding his face under his hat in shame. I looked straight at 3rd base. Derek was already staring at me, smiling. He was my "better half" I guess you could say. We had been dating for about 4 years now. Whenever I was in a situation like this, I would just find Derek and once we made eye contact, I was immediately relieved.
The pitcher arrived at the mound and waisted no time at all. As soon as I was completely ready, he threw the ball. Just as he let go of it though, I completely blanked. I let the ball slide right past me. I blinked and it was in the catcher's glove. Shit. The crowd grew silent it seemed. My hands grew sweaty. I couldn't focus right now. Usually just one look at Derek and I was good to go, but now I just could't get a grip. The catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher. I stepped back from the plate and swung the bat, just to make sure I could. I stepped back up to the plate and tried to focus. The pitcher threw the ball again, but just like the first time, I froze. Another strike. I was losing it. The crowd grew even more silent, it seemed. The only advantage in this moment was that we were home, so at least I wasn't being booed. I stepped back from the plate once again, but looked at Derek. He still had a smile on his face, not pressuring me or anything. Even though there was a look of desperation in my eyes, he still smiled. I inched back to the plate and prepared to lose. The pitcher thew the ball and everything started to move in slow motion. The ball slowly moved toward me, but this time my bat started to move too. I heard the crack of the ball hitting the bat. I followed through and sent the ball flying into left field. And it kept going until it landed in the stands. I was in a moment of shock, not being able to move. I saw Derek running towards home plate, where I was still standing, and I got my feet to move. All four of us rounded the bases, bringing the score to 8 to 7. The crowd went wild.
I got into the dugout and searched for Derek. Everyone was patting me on the back and congratulating me, but all I wanted was to find Derek. Then someone tapped me on the back. I turned around to see his shining face. He brought me in for a casual hug and patted my back.
"You did great, babe." He said and quickly kissed me. The team and Girardi were fine with me and Derek dating. The media had serious evidence to prove it, but we never commented on it to them.
"Thanks." I said pulling him in for another hug.
"That was definitely one for the history books." Derek said laughing.
"It wasn't that good of a game, was it?" I asked.
"Are you kidding! You made like 6 unbelievable plays and to top it all off you hit a grand slam, winning us the game!"
I just smiled. We waited until we were the only two left in the entire stadium. When no one was there it was pretty cool. It was so different than having the roaring crowd there. It was cool to have an entire stadium to ourselves. I liked it more when there were no screaming fans and no one else but me and Derek. Fame was really overrated, well… sorta. It really could change a person.
"What are you thinkin' 'bout?" Derek asked as we were lying in the grass on center field.
"Being famous. Like how weird is it with no fans here right now? It just makes me feel normal." I said inching closer to him.
"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.
"No, not at all. I like feeling like everybody else every once in a while. It brings me back down to earth." I said, resting on his chest.
"Is Mr-33-million-dollars-a-year complaining?" He laughed.
"Yeah, a little bit," I said seriously, "being famous can really change a person into someone there not."
"Are you talking about anyone in particular? Maybe me?" He said looking at me.
"Me and you. Sorry."
"It's okay. It's just hard not to get caught up in all of this." He said as he kissed my head.
"Yeah, I know." There was a long moment of silence. "Hey, Derek?"
"Who are we playing tomorrow?"
"I don't know… Can we not talk about baseball?"
"Of course." I said.
We laid there in silence as the day changed to tomorrow.
"Hey we should probably get going. Your place or mine?" Derek asked pulling me up off the ground.
"Uhhh, let's go to your place tonight." I said as we walked off the field