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lucythedragon because she drew me the most gorgeous picture when I was feeling low. It hasn't been beta read in any way and I'm only posting it tonight because I typed it directly into the update box and I can't be bothered to move it anywhere else. I don't think I got enough sleep last night.
This will be finished off tomorrow - assuming I wake up in the morning and don't hate it completely - and in the next part I promise there will actually be some slash. :D
It's Sports Night, Dan/Casey and probably PG-13.
Casey waited until Dana had reached his side, waited until she'd taken a breath and opened her mouth before he started to speak.
"Number one, the script is waiting in your inbox. Further to this, 1(a) if you will, yes I do know how to use email I just generally choose not to."
"I taught him," volunteered Jeremy, who'd wandered up to Dana's other side and was rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Number two," said Casey, holding up another finger for clarification, "your hair looks no different to me today than it did yesterday, and you're really better off asking Danny about these things. Which brings us to number three: no, I don't know why Dan's acting weird, in fact I have yet to experience the particular brand of weird that Dan is acting today, but yes, I will make sure he has the script at least outlined before the run down."
Dana, whose mouth had been hanging open throughout his speech, closed it again with a snap. Then she folded her arms with a frown.
"How did you know what I was going to ask?"
"I ran into Natalie in the elevator."
"Natalie was in the elevator?"
"That was where I ran into her," he said agreeably.
"Why was Natalie in the elevator?"
Casey shrugged, figuring he could let Jeremy field this one.
"She said the vending machines on this floor were evil." Jeremy quailed a little when Dana's frown was turned in his direction, shrugging and taking his glasses off to clean them. "That's what she said."
"Any particular reason that only the vending machines on this floor are possessed?" Dana held up a finger as Jeremy opened his mouth, and he obligingly shut it again. "You know what? I don't want to hear it. This conversation will turn into a discussion about whether it's haunting, possession or just a general spiritual crankiness on the part of the vending machines, only it will involve longer words and give me a headache and I don't have time for a headache. Casey, tell Jeremy I don't have time for a headache."
"She doesn't appreciate the finer points of snack food psychology," Casey told Jeremy, who nodded.
"I'm sensing that."
Dana gave one of those faintly disquieting laughs that weren't so much a reaction to anything as a way of avoiding processing the conversation enough to react, and pointed at Casey as she backed away.
"Get into that office right now, mister. Talk, plead, sacrifice to the vending machine gods, do whatever it is you need to do to make sure I have two fully functioning sports anchors on my show tonight. Get it?"
He nodded. "Got it."
She smiled, and he couldn't help but reflect it; she really was a beautiful woman.
"Good. And Jeremy?"
He flinched upright, a passable imitation of standing to attention. "Yessir?"
"Go and fetch your girlfriend from wherever the good vending machines go when they die, okay?"
"Yes, okay, but she's not my -" Jeremy trailed off, finger still upraised, as Dana disappeared down the corridor to her office. Casey raised an eyebrow at him.
"She's not?"
"Well I'm not entirely sure."
"Oh, no." Casey turned on his heel and walked towards his office, not even having to look to know that Jeremy was keeping up with him.
"No?"
"Absolutely not and in no way." He turned to face Jeremy, hand on the door of his office, and tried on what he was pretty sure was an understanding smile. "Over to my left, here, we have Kim, who is in fact a woman." Jeremy obligingly turned his head, blushing bright red and essaying an awkward little wave in response to Kim's wink. "To the right, Dave." Dave obligingly raised a hand, although he didn't look away from the football match he was watching. "Dave likes long walks on the beach, improvisational jazz, and has often intimated that 'surprisingly sensitive' ought to be his middle name." Dave's raised hand turned and folded and swore at him in a weirdly graceful single move, and Casey made sure to take note as he reached out and clapped Jeremy on the shoulder. "Either of these fine people would be infinitely more suitable to work out your Natalie issues with, Jeremy. I live in fear of pantslessness."
He spun Jeremy round and gave him an encouraging little push, then ducked inside his office.
"This place is insane," he informed the world plaintively.
"Hey," said the world amicably, "I just work here."
The world apparently spoke in a voice which was weirdly similar to Danny's, and Casey turned to find him perched on the edge of the couch, twirling a pencil between his fingers.
"Hey," he said, walking over to lean against the edge of the table, "you're weird. Why are you weird?"
Both Dan's eyebrows raised, and the pencil stopped twirling for a second.
"As conversation starters go, Case, that one's a little out of left field."
"I have it on reliable authority that you're, and I quote, 'acting weird'."
"Not much of a quote."
"Sources are being remarkably cagey, so I figured I'd go to the -" dammit - "source."
Dan didn't respond, other than to toss him the thesaurus, which Casey placed neatly beside him on the table.
"Is this something I need to worry about?"
"It's nothing." Dan's mouth was tight, drawn down a little at the corners, and his eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the pencil which was spinning again, a little more jerkily.
"Danny, is this something I need to worry about?"
"Casey, I swear it's nothing. Drop it."
"Dan -" he went over to the couch, dropping onto it beside his best friend, then watched bemused as said best friend vaulted instantly to his feet and went over to take his place leaning against the table. "What the hell?"
"Nothing the hell." Dan spread his hands defensively, then tucked the pencil behind his ear. "Seriously, genuinely, nothing the hell. I slept badly, that's all, and you know Dana gets freaked out when I come in early."
"...you came in early?"
"Yeah," and Dan's lips quirked up at one corner, "that's pretty much the expression, man."
Casey sat back on the couch, folding his arms across his chest and regarding Dan narrowly. He was wearing an oversized blue sweatshirt but the sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, a combination which indicated necessary comfort but no real need for security. And he did look tired.
"So you're okay," he pressed, just to make sure, and was actually relieved when Dan rolled his eyes.
"I am one hundred percent A-okay, Casey, my script is done but for the basketball scores -" Dan shifted his weight to his feet and turned for the door - "and I'm going down to the second floor to get some candy."
"The second floor?"
Dan grinned over his shoulder.
"I'm told the vending machines up here are evil."
*
Part two.
lucythedragon because she drew me the most gorgeous picture when I was feeling low. It hasn't been beta read in any way and I'm only posting it tonight because I typed it directly into the update box and I can't be bothered to move it anywhere else. I don't think I got enough sleep last night. This will be finished off tomorrow - assuming I wake up in the morning and don't hate it completely - and in the next part I promise there will actually be some slash. :D
It's Sports Night, Dan/Casey and probably PG-13.
Casey waited until Dana had reached his side, waited until she'd taken a breath and opened her mouth before he started to speak.
"Number one, the script is waiting in your inbox. Further to this, 1(a) if you will, yes I do know how to use email I just generally choose not to."
"I taught him," volunteered Jeremy, who'd wandered up to Dana's other side and was rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Number two," said Casey, holding up another finger for clarification, "your hair looks no different to me today than it did yesterday, and you're really better off asking Danny about these things. Which brings us to number three: no, I don't know why Dan's acting weird, in fact I have yet to experience the particular brand of weird that Dan is acting today, but yes, I will make sure he has the script at least outlined before the run down."
Dana, whose mouth had been hanging open throughout his speech, closed it again with a snap. Then she folded her arms with a frown.
"How did you know what I was going to ask?"
"I ran into Natalie in the elevator."
"Natalie was in the elevator?"
"That was where I ran into her," he said agreeably.
"Why was Natalie in the elevator?"
Casey shrugged, figuring he could let Jeremy field this one.
"She said the vending machines on this floor were evil." Jeremy quailed a little when Dana's frown was turned in his direction, shrugging and taking his glasses off to clean them. "That's what she said."
"Any particular reason that only the vending machines on this floor are possessed?" Dana held up a finger as Jeremy opened his mouth, and he obligingly shut it again. "You know what? I don't want to hear it. This conversation will turn into a discussion about whether it's haunting, possession or just a general spiritual crankiness on the part of the vending machines, only it will involve longer words and give me a headache and I don't have time for a headache. Casey, tell Jeremy I don't have time for a headache."
"She doesn't appreciate the finer points of snack food psychology," Casey told Jeremy, who nodded.
"I'm sensing that."
Dana gave one of those faintly disquieting laughs that weren't so much a reaction to anything as a way of avoiding processing the conversation enough to react, and pointed at Casey as she backed away.
"Get into that office right now, mister. Talk, plead, sacrifice to the vending machine gods, do whatever it is you need to do to make sure I have two fully functioning sports anchors on my show tonight. Get it?"
He nodded. "Got it."
She smiled, and he couldn't help but reflect it; she really was a beautiful woman.
"Good. And Jeremy?"
He flinched upright, a passable imitation of standing to attention. "Yessir?"
"Go and fetch your girlfriend from wherever the good vending machines go when they die, okay?"
"Yes, okay, but she's not my -" Jeremy trailed off, finger still upraised, as Dana disappeared down the corridor to her office. Casey raised an eyebrow at him.
"She's not?"
"Well I'm not entirely sure."
"Oh, no." Casey turned on his heel and walked towards his office, not even having to look to know that Jeremy was keeping up with him.
"No?"
"Absolutely not and in no way." He turned to face Jeremy, hand on the door of his office, and tried on what he was pretty sure was an understanding smile. "Over to my left, here, we have Kim, who is in fact a woman." Jeremy obligingly turned his head, blushing bright red and essaying an awkward little wave in response to Kim's wink. "To the right, Dave." Dave obligingly raised a hand, although he didn't look away from the football match he was watching. "Dave likes long walks on the beach, improvisational jazz, and has often intimated that 'surprisingly sensitive' ought to be his middle name." Dave's raised hand turned and folded and swore at him in a weirdly graceful single move, and Casey made sure to take note as he reached out and clapped Jeremy on the shoulder. "Either of these fine people would be infinitely more suitable to work out your Natalie issues with, Jeremy. I live in fear of pantslessness."
He spun Jeremy round and gave him an encouraging little push, then ducked inside his office.
"This place is insane," he informed the world plaintively.
"Hey," said the world amicably, "I just work here."
The world apparently spoke in a voice which was weirdly similar to Danny's, and Casey turned to find him perched on the edge of the couch, twirling a pencil between his fingers.
"Hey," he said, walking over to lean against the edge of the table, "you're weird. Why are you weird?"
Both Dan's eyebrows raised, and the pencil stopped twirling for a second.
"As conversation starters go, Case, that one's a little out of left field."
"I have it on reliable authority that you're, and I quote, 'acting weird'."
"Not much of a quote."
"Sources are being remarkably cagey, so I figured I'd go to the -" dammit - "source."
Dan didn't respond, other than to toss him the thesaurus, which Casey placed neatly beside him on the table.
"Is this something I need to worry about?"
"It's nothing." Dan's mouth was tight, drawn down a little at the corners, and his eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the pencil which was spinning again, a little more jerkily.
"Danny, is this something I need to worry about?"
"Casey, I swear it's nothing. Drop it."
"Dan -" he went over to the couch, dropping onto it beside his best friend, then watched bemused as said best friend vaulted instantly to his feet and went over to take his place leaning against the table. "What the hell?"
"Nothing the hell." Dan spread his hands defensively, then tucked the pencil behind his ear. "Seriously, genuinely, nothing the hell. I slept badly, that's all, and you know Dana gets freaked out when I come in early."
"...you came in early?"
"Yeah," and Dan's lips quirked up at one corner, "that's pretty much the expression, man."
Casey sat back on the couch, folding his arms across his chest and regarding Dan narrowly. He was wearing an oversized blue sweatshirt but the sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, a combination which indicated necessary comfort but no real need for security. And he did look tired.
"So you're okay," he pressed, just to make sure, and was actually relieved when Dan rolled his eyes.
"I am one hundred percent A-okay, Casey, my script is done but for the basketball scores -" Dan shifted his weight to his feet and turned for the door - "and I'm going down to the second floor to get some candy."
"The second floor?"
Dan grinned over his shoulder.
"I'm told the vending machines up here are evil."
*
Part two.
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Date: 2007-06-05 12:44 am (UTC)Also, very happy you've included little plotlines for the other characters; I love me some subplot. The evil vending machines and the Natalie/Jeremy stuff is great.
*awaits!*
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Date: 2007-06-05 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 10:16 pm (UTC)::off to part two!::
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Date: 2007-06-06 05:19 am (UTC)"Dana gave one of those faintly disquieting laughs that weren't so much a reaction to anything as a way of avoiding processing the conversation enough to react, and pointed at Casey as she backed away. "
And- I love that Casey notices enough about Danny to sense his mood by his clothing:
"He was wearing an oversized blue sweatshirt but the sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, a combination which indicated necessary comfort but no real need for security."
Great beginning!
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Date: 2007-06-07 09:19 am (UTC)So pleased you like, seriously.
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Date: 2007-06-07 09:20 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. :D
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Date: 2007-06-07 09:21 am (UTC)Thanks so much! I'm really pleased it worked for you.
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Date: 2007-06-07 09:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 09:24 am (UTC)Thanks for the feedback!