SN Fic for Shelley
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out_thereI slept. Crashed at 8am, and woke up to the alarm at noon. *yawn* I'm tired but if I sleep anymore this morning, I won't sleep tonight.
Now, if my calculations are correct,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shellah should be coming home shortly. I know you've had a heartbreaker of a day, Shelley. *hugs Shelley*
Well, Dan and Casey always make me feel better, so I though they might cheer you up too.
Three Random Things about Casey McCall
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Gets seasick
"Come on the ferry with me," Dan pleaded, yet again. Every so often, he'd ask Casey to go with him and Casey never did. Every time Casey would complain about the cold, or about the heat, about being too tired. Or if Casey wasn't tired, he wanted to enjoy the energy, to go out drinking, or to go straight home with Dan. "Come on the ferry."
Casey just shook his head the entire idea. "I'm not going on the ferry, Dan."
"Why not?" Dan asked, following Casey through to their office. "And don't tell me it's the weather, or you're tired. You never want to ride the ferry with me. How come?"
"I don't like ferries," Casey admitted with a grimace.
Dan stared at him. "You don't like ferries? Everyone likes ferries, Casey. What did a ferry ever do to you?"
Casey shrugged uncomfortably. "It's not ferries. It's boats. All boats."
"You dislike all boats?" Dan asked with a grin, watching Casey playing with a scrap of paper on his desk.
"I have an agreement with boats. They don't bother me, I don't bother them."
Dan laughed. "Please tell me there's more of an explanation than you haven't had time to talk to the Staten Island Ferry and come to acceptable terms?"
"No." Casey rolled his eyes at Dan. "I just... I get seasick."
"You get seasick?"
"Yeah." Casey scrunched the piece of paper into a ball, and threw it across the room. "Seasick."
"Good shot," Dan said as the scrap ball sailed into the bin. "How come this is the first I've heard of this?"
"Because it's a stupid thing that I'm not going to walk around telling everybody about," Casey griped, pulling on his coat.
Dan walked over and shrugged on his own coat. "I knew about the bee thing. I knew about Sally. How come I didn't know about this?"
"How do Sally and the bee thing coincide?" Casey asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"One makes you feel ill, one makes me feel ill," Dan suggested, grinning. Casey snorted. "But, still, how come you didn't tell me?"
Casey shrugged. "It's just a stupid thing. It's not a big conspiracy, it's just..." Casey trailed off and shrugged again.
"Well, how come you don't just take the tablets and come out with me?"
"Can't."
Dan eyed Casey closely. "This had better not come back to the weather."
Casey shook his head. "I can't take the seasickness tablets. I'm allergic to most of them."
"Yeah?" Dan said as they started walking over to the elevators.
Casey grinned sheepishly. "They make me feel sick."
Dan had to laugh. "The tablets that are supposed to stop you feeling nauseous on a boat actually make you feel nauseous?"
"Nauseated," Casey corrected absentmindedly, as the elevator doors closed behind them.
"What?"
"They make me feel nauseated," Casey explained patiently. "Feeling nauseous means you're making someone else feel nauseated."
Dan's brows rose in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't know that. I always thought it meant feeling sick."
Casey sighed. "A lot of people misuse it."
Danny laughed. "I'm learning a lot of new things tonight."
***
Likes anchovies on his pizza, but doesn't like pineapple
"And could you hold the pineapple on one half? Great." Dan hung up the phone, stretching over the top of Casey to put it back on the coffee table. "How can you not like pineapple?"
Casey's brows drew together in mild confusion. "I like pineapple."
Dan paused, asking, "Except on pizza?"
Casey took advantage of his stretch, and ran a hand up under Dan's t-shirt. His fingers were cold against Dan's back. Jerking away from the ice against his spine, Dan ended up sprawled across Casey's lap. Laughing, Casey traced the seam of Dan's shirt. "I thought we were watching the Orioles game tonight."
"We are," Dan replied. His voice was more than slightly muffled, due to lying face first against the couch cushions. He pulled his arms up, and awkwardly managed to turn himself over. "We are," he repeated, looking up at Casey.
Casey grinned. From this angle, Casey's smile loomed over Dan. "Are you sure? Because, if you're too tired, I'm perfectly happy to have an early night."
"Casey, if I wanted to drag you into bed, I would have, well, dragged you into bed. We are watching the game."
"To be perfectly honest," Casey said, tracing a hand lightly down Dan's chest and rucking Dan's shirt up over his stomach, "I'm more tempted by the dragging you into bed idea."
Dan gasped as cool fingers ran over his waist and hooked under his jeans. "The game starts in..." Dan pulled Casey's hand over to him to check Casey's watch. "Ten minutes. I'm not missing this game."
"We could tape it?" Even Casey sounded uncertain about that. Casey was looking forward to this as much as he was. He just got easily distracted.
Dan settled his head down against Casey's lap. "Just for that suggestion, you have officially become my pillow for the first half." He expected Casey to complain, but Casey just smiled and shook his head. Dan pulled Casey's hand up to his chest, and rested his own on top of it.
Casey's other hand started to play with Dan's hair, lightly stroking his scalp and Dan groaned in appreciation, closing his eyes. "No chance of going to bed?"
Dan blinked and found leaning over, watching him intently. "We can make out during the commercials, if you want."
Casey nodded, and bent his neck further, pressing a warm kiss against Dan's lips.
"It's not commercials," Dan mumbled against Casey's lips.
"Don't be pedantic." Casey sighed, and Dan felt the soft gust on his skin. "The game isn't on, so kiss me." Dan moaned his reply into Casey's mouth.
***
Is ridiculously good at Scrabble
Dan walked into their office and found that Casey had the Scrabble box sitting on their table. "We're not playing scrabble again," Dan announced, but he honestly didn't have any hope that he'd be right.
Casey had the Scrabble board out, and was already sorting all of the tiles into the cotton bag. "You're right. We're not."
"That was too easy." Dan narrowed his eyes. There was a catch there. "How come you're not playing Scrabble?"
Casey grinned widely, eyes twinkling. "I'm playing. But you don't have to."
Dan pulled out a chair, and sat down, noticing that Casey had dragged in a few extra chairs. "How come?"
"I'm playing Jeremy and Dave," Casey said, setting up the... whatever you called the plastic things that held the tiles. "And possibly Isaac, depending on whether or not he'll have the time," Casey said excitedly, and he was almost bouncing in his seat. "It's going to be a real championship, Danny."
Dan tried not to glare at Casey. "And me playing wouldn't be?"
"Of course no--" Casey stopped as he looked up and saw the expression on Dan's face. "Danny, have you ever beaten me at Scrabble? I've known you for ten years. Have you beaten me once?"
"Twice," Dan said, and didn't bother mentioning that Casey had been sick with a bad flu for one of those victories, and extremely drunk for the other.
"Twice. In ten years. You're not really a challenge." Casey shrugged and then smiled. "It's just one of the ways you're not like me."
"Well, yeah," Dan admitted grudgingly. "But it kinda bites that I'm not even being asked to play. I mean, it's not as they're any better than me."
Casey just blinked at him. "You don't think Jeremy would be better at Scrabble than you?"
Dan laughed and slumped over the desk. "Okay, yes. Jeremy understands the principles of meteorology. He probably knows more words than I do. But the others..." Dan trailed off, and then looked up at with a self-deprecating smile. "Yeah, Isaac would be a formidable opponent. And Dave has a surprising amount of inane knowledge, so he'd probably be good too."
"Exactly." Casey nodded.
Dan sighed and stood up. "I'll go find something else to entertain me."
"You could watch? Be a cheerleader?"
Dan barked out a laugh. "Casey, Scrabble is..." Dan held his fingers up close together, barely a fifth of an inch between the fingertips. "It's this close to being the most boring spectator sport. At the moment, it's only beaten by soccer."
Dan walked over to the doorway, but Casey spoke before he left the room. "Are you upset I didn't ask you to play?"
"No," Dan said, turning back to Casey. "But just so you know, I'll be rooting for anyone but you to win."
Casey grinned and shook his head, going back to setting up the board.
Now, if my calculations are correct,
shellah should be coming home shortly. I know you've had a heartbreaker of a day, Shelley. *hugs Shelley* Well, Dan and Casey always make me feel better, so I though they might cheer you up too.
Three Random Things about Casey McCall
***
Gets seasick
"Come on the ferry with me," Dan pleaded, yet again. Every so often, he'd ask Casey to go with him and Casey never did. Every time Casey would complain about the cold, or about the heat, about being too tired. Or if Casey wasn't tired, he wanted to enjoy the energy, to go out drinking, or to go straight home with Dan. "Come on the ferry."
Casey just shook his head the entire idea. "I'm not going on the ferry, Dan."
"Why not?" Dan asked, following Casey through to their office. "And don't tell me it's the weather, or you're tired. You never want to ride the ferry with me. How come?"
"I don't like ferries," Casey admitted with a grimace.
Dan stared at him. "You don't like ferries? Everyone likes ferries, Casey. What did a ferry ever do to you?"
Casey shrugged uncomfortably. "It's not ferries. It's boats. All boats."
"You dislike all boats?" Dan asked with a grin, watching Casey playing with a scrap of paper on his desk.
"I have an agreement with boats. They don't bother me, I don't bother them."
Dan laughed. "Please tell me there's more of an explanation than you haven't had time to talk to the Staten Island Ferry and come to acceptable terms?"
"No." Casey rolled his eyes at Dan. "I just... I get seasick."
"You get seasick?"
"Yeah." Casey scrunched the piece of paper into a ball, and threw it across the room. "Seasick."
"Good shot," Dan said as the scrap ball sailed into the bin. "How come this is the first I've heard of this?"
"Because it's a stupid thing that I'm not going to walk around telling everybody about," Casey griped, pulling on his coat.
Dan walked over and shrugged on his own coat. "I knew about the bee thing. I knew about Sally. How come I didn't know about this?"
"How do Sally and the bee thing coincide?" Casey asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"One makes you feel ill, one makes me feel ill," Dan suggested, grinning. Casey snorted. "But, still, how come you didn't tell me?"
Casey shrugged. "It's just a stupid thing. It's not a big conspiracy, it's just..." Casey trailed off and shrugged again.
"Well, how come you don't just take the tablets and come out with me?"
"Can't."
Dan eyed Casey closely. "This had better not come back to the weather."
Casey shook his head. "I can't take the seasickness tablets. I'm allergic to most of them."
"Yeah?" Dan said as they started walking over to the elevators.
Casey grinned sheepishly. "They make me feel sick."
Dan had to laugh. "The tablets that are supposed to stop you feeling nauseous on a boat actually make you feel nauseous?"
"Nauseated," Casey corrected absentmindedly, as the elevator doors closed behind them.
"What?"
"They make me feel nauseated," Casey explained patiently. "Feeling nauseous means you're making someone else feel nauseated."
Dan's brows rose in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't know that. I always thought it meant feeling sick."
Casey sighed. "A lot of people misuse it."
Danny laughed. "I'm learning a lot of new things tonight."
***
Likes anchovies on his pizza, but doesn't like pineapple
"And could you hold the pineapple on one half? Great." Dan hung up the phone, stretching over the top of Casey to put it back on the coffee table. "How can you not like pineapple?"
Casey's brows drew together in mild confusion. "I like pineapple."
Dan paused, asking, "Except on pizza?"
Casey took advantage of his stretch, and ran a hand up under Dan's t-shirt. His fingers were cold against Dan's back. Jerking away from the ice against his spine, Dan ended up sprawled across Casey's lap. Laughing, Casey traced the seam of Dan's shirt. "I thought we were watching the Orioles game tonight."
"We are," Dan replied. His voice was more than slightly muffled, due to lying face first against the couch cushions. He pulled his arms up, and awkwardly managed to turn himself over. "We are," he repeated, looking up at Casey.
Casey grinned. From this angle, Casey's smile loomed over Dan. "Are you sure? Because, if you're too tired, I'm perfectly happy to have an early night."
"Casey, if I wanted to drag you into bed, I would have, well, dragged you into bed. We are watching the game."
"To be perfectly honest," Casey said, tracing a hand lightly down Dan's chest and rucking Dan's shirt up over his stomach, "I'm more tempted by the dragging you into bed idea."
Dan gasped as cool fingers ran over his waist and hooked under his jeans. "The game starts in..." Dan pulled Casey's hand over to him to check Casey's watch. "Ten minutes. I'm not missing this game."
"We could tape it?" Even Casey sounded uncertain about that. Casey was looking forward to this as much as he was. He just got easily distracted.
Dan settled his head down against Casey's lap. "Just for that suggestion, you have officially become my pillow for the first half." He expected Casey to complain, but Casey just smiled and shook his head. Dan pulled Casey's hand up to his chest, and rested his own on top of it.
Casey's other hand started to play with Dan's hair, lightly stroking his scalp and Dan groaned in appreciation, closing his eyes. "No chance of going to bed?"
Dan blinked and found leaning over, watching him intently. "We can make out during the commercials, if you want."
Casey nodded, and bent his neck further, pressing a warm kiss against Dan's lips.
"It's not commercials," Dan mumbled against Casey's lips.
"Don't be pedantic." Casey sighed, and Dan felt the soft gust on his skin. "The game isn't on, so kiss me." Dan moaned his reply into Casey's mouth.
***
Is ridiculously good at Scrabble
Dan walked into their office and found that Casey had the Scrabble box sitting on their table. "We're not playing scrabble again," Dan announced, but he honestly didn't have any hope that he'd be right.
Casey had the Scrabble board out, and was already sorting all of the tiles into the cotton bag. "You're right. We're not."
"That was too easy." Dan narrowed his eyes. There was a catch there. "How come you're not playing Scrabble?"
Casey grinned widely, eyes twinkling. "I'm playing. But you don't have to."
Dan pulled out a chair, and sat down, noticing that Casey had dragged in a few extra chairs. "How come?"
"I'm playing Jeremy and Dave," Casey said, setting up the... whatever you called the plastic things that held the tiles. "And possibly Isaac, depending on whether or not he'll have the time," Casey said excitedly, and he was almost bouncing in his seat. "It's going to be a real championship, Danny."
Dan tried not to glare at Casey. "And me playing wouldn't be?"
"Of course no--" Casey stopped as he looked up and saw the expression on Dan's face. "Danny, have you ever beaten me at Scrabble? I've known you for ten years. Have you beaten me once?"
"Twice," Dan said, and didn't bother mentioning that Casey had been sick with a bad flu for one of those victories, and extremely drunk for the other.
"Twice. In ten years. You're not really a challenge." Casey shrugged and then smiled. "It's just one of the ways you're not like me."
"Well, yeah," Dan admitted grudgingly. "But it kinda bites that I'm not even being asked to play. I mean, it's not as they're any better than me."
Casey just blinked at him. "You don't think Jeremy would be better at Scrabble than you?"
Dan laughed and slumped over the desk. "Okay, yes. Jeremy understands the principles of meteorology. He probably knows more words than I do. But the others..." Dan trailed off, and then looked up at with a self-deprecating smile. "Yeah, Isaac would be a formidable opponent. And Dave has a surprising amount of inane knowledge, so he'd probably be good too."
"Exactly." Casey nodded.
Dan sighed and stood up. "I'll go find something else to entertain me."
"You could watch? Be a cheerleader?"
Dan barked out a laugh. "Casey, Scrabble is..." Dan held his fingers up close together, barely a fifth of an inch between the fingertips. "It's this close to being the most boring spectator sport. At the moment, it's only beaten by soccer."
Dan walked over to the doorway, but Casey spoke before he left the room. "Are you upset I didn't ask you to play?"
"No," Dan said, turning back to Casey. "But just so you know, I'll be rooting for anyone but you to win."
Casey grinned and shook his head, going back to setting up the board.
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Date: 2004-02-27 05:41 pm (UTC)*hugs your Casey*
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Date: 2004-02-27 05:44 pm (UTC)You know, it was meant to seven random things, but I forgot what the other four were. Hmmm... if you have an random suggestions, feel free to mention them. Maybe I'll fix it up tonight...
Casey...
Date: 2004-02-28 12:21 am (UTC)has seen every Superman movie, even the fourth one nobody saw.
likes Friday the 13th.
Re: Casey...
Date: 2004-02-28 02:51 am (UTC)But, I have to sleep tonight, and study tomorrow. I'm keeping these as rewards. If I finish a chapter, I'll write a scene. *G*
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Date: 2004-02-27 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-27 09:53 pm (UTC)Hee! Me, neither. They're adorable.
I especially like the way you have Casey correcting Dan about word usage in the first one, and then being great at Scrabble in the third. Well done!
Thanks! Interestingly enough, I actually wrote it the opposite way around, but does work better in this sequence.
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Date: 2004-02-28 01:13 am (UTC)Who says that fanfic is only for entertainment purposes?
Though this was definitely entertaining! Very very Casey.
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Date: 2004-02-28 02:03 am (UTC)Me, too. A fellow fan pointed it out to me a couple weeks ago. Fandom. Good for your vocab.
Though this was definitely entertaining! Very very Casey.
Thanks!
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Date: 2004-02-28 02:12 am (UTC)If Danny ever wants Scrabble cheating tips, you don't actually have to have a high vocab to win: you just need to memorise Useful Authorised Words, like 'zo' and 'qat' and 'xu'. I have no idea what they mean, but the computer accepts them ...
(Blush, shuffle: I have pooter Scrabble and play it all the time, how sad is that ...)
... and they're very, very useful for high scores.
Also, pineapple on pizza is one of the most major and obvious symbols of the moral and ethical decline of Western civilisation, although not as much so as Chicken Tikka Pizza (and there's a Chinese topping too, I've forgotten what it is because it frightened me and I ran away) which may just possibly be a portent of the coming of the end of the world as we know it.
Um. I think I just turned into Casey ... does that mean I can shag Dan??
Lovely character piece, btw, I almost forgot to say, I was rambling so much.
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Date: 2004-02-28 02:46 am (UTC)*nods* You're probably right. It'll change completely sooner or later, since modern usage has changed so much. But I think Casey would still be a stickler for the correct word. Because he's a word geek.
If Danny ever wants Scrabble cheating tips, you don't actually have to have a high vocab to win: you just need to memorise Useful Authorised Words, like 'zo' and 'qat' and 'xu'. I have no idea what they mean, but the computer accepts them ...
Hee! I'm just imagining Dan trying to cheat, just to beat Casey.
(Blush, shuffle: I have pooter Scrabble and play it all the time, how sad is that ...)
I'm addicted to Spider Solitaire. I play that all the time.
Also, pineapple on pizza is one of the most major and obvious symbols of the moral and ethical decline of Western civilisation, although not as much so as Chicken Tikka Pizza (and there's a Chinese topping too, I've forgotten what it is because it frightened me and I ran away) which may just possibly be a portent of the coming of the end of the world as we know it.
I *love* pineapple on pizza. Mind you, I also like the Aussie pizza topping (ham, cheese, pineapple, and egg). *g*
Um. I think I just turned into Casey ... does that mean I can shag Dan??
That depends. Were you married to Lisa for 10 years? If not, you need to go find a Lisa to marry, and then you get to sleep with Dan.
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Date: 2004-02-29 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-29 05:20 pm (UTC)