Sacrifice of the Heart 2 of ?

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Title: The Sacrifices of the Heart 2 of ??
Characters: Iker Casillas, Fictional-Me, Cesc Fabregas, David Villa, Raul Gonzales, Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos, Guti, Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,872
Warning: If you like Ronaldo, avoid this part!
A/N: This was going to be only two parts but…that would kill it. So…I made it longer :-) Same thing as the other one; this was written because I made a really rough choice and I decided that I would write about it in fiction-land. Still written in third person and I still don’t know why. And here’s part one.





It is with a sudden noise of happiness that she runs forward and wraps her arms around the goalkeeper and squeezes him hard. The others getting off the plane eye them with curiosity but nothing more. Leo smiles at her reaction and then tells her goodbye as he heads for the exit.

“I take it you missed me…?” The man who smells absolutely divine chuckles as he holds her tightly.

“Only like I would miss air if I didn’t have it anymore!” She squeezes him tightly again, as if making sure he is still there and not going to disappear.

“I missed you too princesa, so much.” He adds when she finally releases him. “You have been gone so long!” He laughs but she notices the way it is shaky towards the end; it was as if he was worried about something.

Her smile falters. “Later.”

He nods once and reaches down to get one of her bags. His free arm goes around her as they start walking to the exit. “I brought a surprise. I only ask that you forgive me now. They refused to wait.”

“What?” She asks but doesn’t have to wait long before the air is knocked from her lungs. “Hi Cesc.”

“Hi!” He grins and squeezes her again. “You’ve been neglecting that phone of yours.”

She smiles despite the truth in his words. “But I love you Cescito, you know that.” A cough from behind Cesc’s back had her looking over his shoulder. “Aw, Guaje I missed you too!”

The famed Valencian striker’s lips lifted slightly. “You didn’t seem to miss me too much when you came to Valencia with the culés.”

“Well…”

“Oh enough football for now, let’s get her home.” Iker interrupts and pushes the three to the door. “Raul and Mamen insist that you are coming to their house for dinner.”

“Yeah and there’s a surprise party for you too!” Cesc all but bounced on his heels.

“Cesc!” Iker glares at the midfielder darkly.

“Sorry.” Cesc looks down, successfully reprimanded.

“Aww, Iker be nice to Cesc.” Sarah hugs Cesc lightly. “If it counts, I’ll still act surprised.”

Cesc smiled, bubbly personality back. “See Iker? She’s nice.”

Iker rolled his eyes. “Only because you don’t know how wicked she can be.”

She gave Iker a look but Iker matched it. She smiles and walks out, hanging close to Cesc. “So…dinner huh? This is going to be fun.”


“So, how is Barcelona?” Iker asks from the bedroom. He was sitting on his bed watching her in the bathroom as she brushed out her hair.

“Oh, it’s great.” She smiles brightly as she thinks of something.

“Great?” Iker prompts, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. He secretly hoped that she was being treated awfully. That way she wouldn’t want to go back. He knew it was a lie; she wouldn’t have stayed so long if she didn’t like it.

“Mmmhmm everyone is nice, the city is wonderful. The beaches are so warm and sunny. You wouldn’t believe how nice of a place it is.” She puts the brush down and begins to arrange her hair in long silky waves over her shoulders.

Iker scowls. He didn’t want her to like it so much. “I hope you remember how wonderful Madrid is.”

She turns her eyes to look at him. Her tone warns him twice as much as her words. “Iker, don’t start with me. I’m not in the mood.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t like it. I’m stopping though,” Iker stands up and walks into the bathroom to kiss her cheek. “I just got you back. I don’t want to lose you because I’m a bastard and can’t keep my mouth shut.”

“Great point Iker, great point.” She allows herself to be held by Iker for a few minutes.

“You look beautiful.” Iker’s eyes meet hers in the mirror and she looks away.

“It’s only cause you are standing there.” She pockets her phone. “I’m ready.”

Iker shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. “You amaze me more and more every day.”

She smiles as he leads the way to his car. “I have to keep you on your toes somehow.”


Iker comes to a stop in Raul’s driveway. As if she wouldn’t know anything was up with all the cars parked out front, he thinks to himself. “Here we are.”

“Indeed.” She smiles and starts to get out.

“Um…wait one second.” Iker says and she stops and looks at him. “I know you know that certain people were signed this summer but um, please don’t kill him?” Her eyes narrow as she looks at Iker. She knew exactly who he was talking about. “Raul tried to get the guys here without letting him know about it but he sort of, um…”

“Forced himself upon everyone?” Iker’s silence is her answer. She sighs heavily but takes a deep breath. “Okay. Not a big deal, I can get over it.”

Iker looks at her carefully. “There will be enough of la Selección to keep you occupied.”

She smiles, although with less enthusiasm than before. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to talk to.”

They walk up Raul’s front porch, Sarah holding on to Iker’s arm lightly. He remembers a hundred times before when they would do this. She had been his friend for years, ever since they had met when she was a student.

Iker gives her a look as he rings the doorbell. A loud scuffle is heard from inside before Raul opens the door himself.

“Sarah!” He greets with a trademark grin. The next thing she knows is she is inhaling Raul’s soap from a very up-close and personal perspective.

“Hi Raul.” It takes her a minute to think after he releases her. She had always had a crush on the captain of Los Blancos and she hadn’t ever really recovered from it, something that Iker and the ‘original’ Madridistas knew.

“Come in, come in. We have dinner all prepared.” Raul ushers her inside as well as Iker.

As soon as she enters the grand hallway, a loud “surprise” echoes. From the top of the dual staircase to the bottom and on the ground floor, various members of Real Madrid and la Selección and a few of their girlfriends smiled at the guest of honor.

“Oh you guys.” She laughs and turns to Raul. “This is amazingly unnecessary, but I appreciate it.”

“Nonsense, it is completely necessary after your extended stay…there.” Raul hesitates politely but she doesn’t miss the implication.

“Nando!” She goes to hug the blonde. “Congratulations on the baby!”

“Gracias.” He gives a large smile. “I can show you pictures if you like?”

“Later niño, later.” Sergio says and rolls his eyes as he gives her a light hug. “He’ll be showing them around all night.”

She laughs and chats up the players she hadn’t seen in a long time, Madridista and Spaniard alike. Guti attaches himself to her side like Velcro and follows her around the room.

“She seems to meld right back in.” Raul notes to Iker as they watch her smile and laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Did she ever say why she left?” Raul asks quietly.

Iker looks at his captain. “You know the answer to that as do I.”

Raul nods. “I just thought she might have said something different. I really hope that she doesn’t want to go back.”

Iker sighs and watches as she skips a certain famous player and makes her way back in his direction, her smile more forced now.

Iker gives Raul a level look. “I think that after tonight we will know.”



Dinner went well; the overflowing dinning room spilled out to go around various rooms in the house. Every chance she got, Sarah helped Mamen with cleaning up or monitoring the food. Despite protests, she continued to help.

Iker handed her a rinsed plate and she dries it; Raul and Mamen having been ordered to take a break by the two of them. From the living room, a FIFA video game competition had begun. Iker rolled his eyes on more than one occasion but they both knew he would join them later.

“You’re too polite sometimes.” Iker says breaking the silence. “This party was for you and you’re helping clean up.”

“I didn’t ask for it Iker.” She says, putting the plate away. “And besides, you’re too quiet sometimes.” Iker makes a noise of agreement; he couldn’t argue with the truth. “You’re as bad as Bojan.”

“What?” Iker asks, catching Sarah’s mumble.

“Bojan is deathly quiet too. It’s almost as if he’s terrified of saying the wrong thing so he doesn’t say anything at all.” She explains as she takes another plate to dry.

Iker only knew the kid in relative terms. He hadn’t personally sat down and had long discussions with the boy. “I’m not that quiet. Besides, he’s a kid. He’ll grow out of it.”

“I don’t know, he’s pretty shy anyway. It took ages for him to talk to me in sentences rather than just a few words.”

Iker frowns and goes for a joke. “Your beautiful personality must have stifled his speech. That or your wicked charms.”

“Ha ha ha very funny.” She smiles sarcastically at him.

“I thought it was rather good myself.” Iker grins and she hits him with the half-wet dishtowel.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” A cool, detached voice asks.

Iker sees her eyes shut as she tries to calm herself down and not get worked up, or repulsed, by the newcomer.

“Friendly banter Ronaldo.” Iker says handing off another plate.

“Is that what you call it?” Cristiano asks looking her over. “Sounds more disgusting to me.”

Iker narrows his eyes but Sarah speaks first. “Well it’s a good thing nobody asked you then isn’t it?”

“Shut your mouth puta. Your girlfriend is a whore Casillas.”

Iker’s jaw clenches as he turns, soapy plate in hand. “You apologize now Ronaldo or I won’t stop her from killing you.”

His laugh was like slime as it oozed down Iker’s spine. “You think I’m scared of her?”

Iker wanted to break the plate across the bastard’s head but he didn’t. He had a little bit of responsibility left in him. “Ronaldo, get lost, now.”

Cristiano laughs again but he doesn’t get his chance to say anything else as a soapy dishrag was thrown and hit him dead in the mouth.

“That’s the least of what you deserve you dickhead assfuck.” Sarah spits before brushing past him quickly.

Cristiano splutters, the rancid taste of dishwater, soap, and God knew what else fresh in his mouth.

“She has a point.” Iker laughs at his suffering.


Sarah walks out into the living room in a hurry. She went to the first person she saw that wasn’t too terribly transfixed by the video game on the screen. “Villa, keys, please?”

“Yeah, sure.” Villa tosses her the keys and goes back to watching the screen where Cesc was trying to get Nando to mess up. “It’s the silver hotrod.”

“Thank you Guaje.” She walks out of the house and finds Villa’s car. She didn’t see Iker coming out after her or hear his cries for her to come back.