Title: Fire v Ice
Author: FanFiction: GallifreyenCultOfSkaro. LiveJournal: whoniverse_geek
Rating: Not sure...will probably vary a bit...
Characters/Pairings: I'm not that good at writing Jimmy/Chazz, so I won't try and do it (yet). However, you want to see what I write as –mild- slash, you do that.
Summary: Jimmy and Chazz get the chance of a lifetime; to compete in the Olympic Games. However, there's just one catch. They'll be competing against each other.
Dedication: To tripperfunster, for being the first person to reply to me on LJ, giving me hope that this forum still lives!
Additional Notes: This would probably never happen in real life. Call it artistic licence. And I'm sorry it's so short; later chapters should be longer. And also please excuse the title. I'm not too pleased with it.
The loud, sharp ringing noise cut through the still, silent air. It ripped and tore at sleep until the cabin's two occupants had no choice but to acknowledge it. Chazz Michael Michaels stuck his head out from under the covers, his hair messed up from sleep, and threw a pillow at the man lying on the bunk below him.
A fluffy blonde head belonging to a certain Jimmy MacElroy appeared, peering up at him blearily. "What was that for?"
"Phone's ringing." Chazz told him. Jimmy looked confused.
"So, answer it."
Sighing, Jimmy climbed out of bed, absent-mindedly running his fingers through his hair as he did so. Chazz saw him exit into the kitchen, and lay back down to go to sleep. After two minutes, however, he was re-awoken by Jimmy's shout of "Oh my Gosh!"
Deciding he now had no choice but to also get up, Chazz got out of his bed and walked into the kitchen.
"What's going on?" he asked. "And who's on the phone? 'Cause whoever it is, should be waiting for a decent time to call. Like noon, maybe."
Into the phone, Jimmy said "We'll call you back." And then he hung up.
"So, who was it?" Chazz demanded impatiently, taking a gulp of strong black coffee. Jimmy took a seat opposite him.
"It was a guy from...well, he's on the Planning Council for the Olympics. They want us to compete." Even though he was trying to smile and sound upbeat, he wasn't fooling his friend.
"And...? C'mon, why do you look so depressed? We're going to the Olympics!"
Jimmy shook his head. "No, we're not. Well, I mean, we are going to the Olympics, but we aren't..."
He trailed off, suddenly finding the floor extremely interesting.
This time, it was Chazz's turn to be confused. "Huh?"
"I mean, I'll be going, and you'll be going, but not...together." Jimmy sighed, and looked up from examining the floor. "They want us to compete separately."
"Banned, I know. We'd still be skating together, but getting individual scores. At the end of the day, we'd be against each other. I- I'm not sure if I...I mean, we've been skating together so long...it just feels...I don't know...wrong." he finished lamely, lowering his eyes to stare at the floor again. "That sounded really stupid, didn't it?"
Chazz thought. "Yeah, kinda. But if you don't wanna enter separately, we'll just phone them up and say we'll enter as a team, or not at all."
Jimmy was not convinced. "What if they say 'Not at all'?"
"Relax." Chazz told him. "They'll say yes."
In the end, Jimmy, Chazz, and Coach had arranged a meeting with the man who'd phoned them, a Mr James. Mr James was currently sat opposite them, in a very posh restaurant that the man had insisted on paying for. Jimmy couldn't help wondering if he was trying to bribe them into competing separately. Well, if he was, then it wasn't working.
"There is absolutely no way on Earth I am letting you two enter as a team." Mr James repeated, as if for clarification.
"Why not?" Coach demanded, giving him a don't-mess-around-with-me look.
Mr James sat back, stretching, obviously at total ease. "Because, for a start, we already have a maximum amount of pairs teams signed up. And I know you guys want to compete in the Olympics, yeah? And believe you me, I had to fight long and hard for you guys to be allowed to do this. I argued that you'd still be skating in the pairs division, just getting different scores. I had to collect endless evidence to answer all these stupid 'But are they good enough?' questions, and I was almost ready to say 'What the hell' and quit. But I didn't, and I kept on fighting, and you know how hard it is to get into the Olympics. Turn me down now, boys, and you may never have this chance again. Ever."
A silence descended over the table. Coach looked like he had a lot of things to say, but had thought the better of saying them, at least in public. Jimmy looked anxious, and Chazz just looked like he usually did, cool and at ease. Finally, Mr James broke the silence.
"Look, if you guys would rather stay a team, that's fine. I'm not forcing you into anything. But seriously, you really won't get a much better offer than this. Just...think about it. Okay?"
With that, he got up and left, handing a cheque to a waiter as he went. Coach glared at him until he was out of sight, then turned his attention to Chazz and Jimmy.
"So...the Olympics, huh? You know, this could be a really good opportunity for you guys."
Jimmy looked shocked. "But we're a team!" he insisted. "We skate together."
He looked to his skating partner for support, but to his amazement, Chazz looked like he was actually considering the offer.
"You're not seriously considering this, are you?"
Chazz shrugged. "Why not? I mean, c'mon, we're practically being handed gold medals on a plate."
"But we'd be against each other." Jimmy pointed out. "We couldn't both win gold."
"Unless we tied."
"Because we all know how that turned out last time."
Before it could escalate into a full-blown argument, Coach slammed his fist down on the table, causing both men to jump and look up.
"I'm only giving my opinion," he said, "but I think, if you guys were to take this opportunity, it would be a really good thing for you."
"Chazz is my partner!" Jimmy told him stubbornly. "We've been skating together for a year. You can't just split us up and say 'Off you go, win a gold medal, act like it's all totally normal'. I don't think I want to skate on my own again. I kinda like being a team."
All of a sudden, Chazz realised exactly what Jimmy was saying and what his problem was. "Hey, we're still a team!" he said. "Michaels and MacElroy. Okay, not for this one competition, but we'll still be a team afterwards. And if one of us wins, that's still a win for Team Michaels and MacElroy, even if only one of us takes home a gold medal. It's just like when one of us messes up and the other –usually me, by the way- has to save the performance. Obviously that would mean I did better than you, but either way, if we win, we win."
Jimmy and Coach stared at him. "I think," Coach said slowly, "Chazz may actually have said something that makes sense." He turned to Jimmy. "What do you think?"
Jimmy nodded. "Okay, I'll do it."
Coach sat back in his chair, looking as though he'd just won a million dollars.
"Well boys, we'd better start training. Chazz Michael Michaels and Jimmy MacElroy are going to the Onympics!"