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Schalke

Author: melly bell
Title: Lost
Pairing: Bajramovic / Lincoln
Rating: PG-12 Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I deserve hereby no money. If the fanfic cause legal problems, it is deleted, of course.
Summary: Schalke 04 have lost the Derby area ... Lost

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Schalke 04

As he sat.

The last on the bench in the locker room.

Ruhr derby.

against Dortmund.

lost.

He had had the chance to score the first goal for Schalke, just after the restart. A psychologically important gateway ', as commentators and experts would call it.

blew.

His eyes burned and he buried his face in his hands.

"Bloody hell!"

The door opened and closed again. Lincoln wiped hastily with the back of his eyes before he looked up.

"What do you want?" Before he even knew what he was doing was he before his colleagues. His rivals for the midfield position.

He would have perhaps done better today. would

shot the goal.

And looked at these threatening.

With anger in view.

hatred.

And arrogance.

He liked the Bosnians never been good.

Bajramovic was the last person he wanted to see in its present condition. Still pumped with adrenaline and emotions.

"We want "Go," said the Bosnian quiet, distant.

"Then head."

"Slomka - ..."

"Piss off! I'm going with not. I do not care whether Slomka me a fine for aufbrummt. "Clear and strong words.

Suddenly he felt a hand on my head, firmly clutched in his hair. Saw the hated brown eyes, in which he had seen more than once. In any war of words, any discussion, each passing between them.

"bastard," he hissed, trying to reach, he let go of him again.

"I know exactly what you think Lincoln. But that does not change anything to the Derby. So forget it, okay? "

" How do you know? "

" I'm captain of the Bosnian national team. I know shit like it feels like when you fail at the crucial moment. "

That was too much.

"Let me go, Bajramovic," the Brazilian demanded strongly almost shouted.

The called did not respond.

the contrary, he pressed his forehead briefly against the other, it still looked the hated brown eyes of a rival.

"You played well.

Slomka I say that you immediately act upon. "

Then he let him alone.

perceived After an eternity Lincoln shouldered his bag.

And followed him ...

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