SN Drabbles

[out_there]

Idea stolen from michellek:
Pick one of my userpics, and I'll write a drabble for it.

Just to get the ball rolling, here's an example for this icon:


Much Like Oscar Wilde

"What are you reading?"

Dan looked up. "Oscar Wilde."

"Oscar Wilde?" Casey grinned. "Which one?"

"The Picture of Dorian Gray."

"Read it."

Dan wasn't surprised. Casey was quite the literary geek. "What about An Ideal Husband? The Importance of Being Earnest?"

"Read."

"Why?"

"Did a paper on him in college. Read most of his stuff."

"Yeah?" Dan flipped to the brief listing at the front of the book. "La Sainte Courtisane? Salome? Teleny?"

"Read." Casey nodded, then frowned. "Teleny wasn't written by Wilde."

"It's listed here."

"He edited it. It's actually an anonymous collaboration," Casey said, with an almost-embarrassed grin.


ETA: Thought I should mention that Teleny is listed as "written" by Oscar Wilde, although scholars actually believe that he served as an editor and a common link between the various contributors. Just goes to prove that gay smut has been enouraging creative interraction for centuries. *g*

Comments

[celli]

Dude. The choices!

I have to go with this:



Although if you wanted to add bits of this I would love you forEVER:

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*thinks* A ficlet, because it's too impossible to try to cut it down to 100 words.

Whoosh!

"…and then, whoosh! He appeared out of nowhere!" Dana gesticulated wildly, hands flying everywhere as she described her latest experience of musical theatre.

Casey raised an eyebrow at her. "Whoosh?"

"Whoosh!" Dana exclaimed. "Out of nowhere, Casey. Literally, the stage was empty, and then he was there."

Casey turned to Dan and stage-whispered, "I didn't know anyone actually said 'whoosh'."

"Apparently our producer does," Dan stage-whispered back.

Dana scowled at them. "It's a perfectly good word, Casey."

"If you live in a comic."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning it's not a word used in real life," Casey explained pedantically.

"It should be," Dana asserted.

"Yeah?" Dan asked, sniggering.

"There's a million situations it could be used in."

Casey snorted. "Name one."

"Whoosh! He appeared out of nowhere!" Dan snorted dismissively. Dana looked hard at both of them, and then grinned and raised her hands. "You two used to date women, and now… Whoosh! You're gay!"

The boys stared at her in shock, until she shrugged. "Perfectly good word," she muttered as she turned and left.

Casey blinked, watching her walk away. After a stretched moment of silence, he said, "I didn't think she knew."

Dan raised his brows, and turned to him speculatively. "I'm thinking about using 'whoosh' on-air."

Casey sighed and looked at Dan. "No."

"It could be useful if we ever came out on-air."

"Are you planning to do so?"

"Not really. But still…" Dan grinned. "Perfectly good word, Casey."

Casey just rolled his eyes.

THE END

Whoosh

[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

Hee, I just realised I should have requested my ficlet(s) on this post. Oops. But now I've checked it out, I'm having great fun with these, especially this one. I can just see Dana going like that to show that she knows their gay.

Re: Whoosh

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I'm amused by the idea of Dana only really bringing it up to win a petty argument with Casey.

Hee, I just realised I should have requested my ficlet(s) on this post. Oops.

Hey, didn't matter. And, it gave me something interesting to do during class. *g*

[scrunchy.livejournal.com]

*dies*

That's awesome! I almost, almost snorted coffee. Seriously. Adorable and hilarious.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/out_there/394573.html?replyto=988237

Go Dana! *bounces happily*

[khohen1.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, that was adorable. I loved that.

And whoosh IS a perfectly good word.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*flaps hands at you*

Whoosh!

Make sense...

[out-there.livejournal.com]

We're Sure This Will Eventually Make Sense

"You want to do a feature on lawn bowling?" Natalie sat forward in her chair, and looked to Dana for support. Dana just shook her head in confusion.

Dan grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. "Yeah."

Natalie turned from him to Casey. "Lawn bowling?"

Casey nodded. "Yeah."

"The sport of lawn bowls? Played by geriatrics and octogenarians alike?" Dana asked, staring at them.

Casey brows lowered for a second. "You do know that technically octogenarians are geriatrics, right?"

"They're old people, Casey," Dana said, shifting in her seat. "They're old people and they play an old people's sport. And you want to do a feature on it."

"We think it would make a good piece," Casey replied enthusiastically.

Natalie sighed. "Why?"

The boys looked at each other and grinned. "Just because?"

Dana narrowed her eyes at their mischievous expressions. "You need a better answer than that."

"Because Jeremy would have to help us research it?" Dan asked sweetly, trying to look innocent.

"And?" Natalie asked suspiciously.

Casey shrugged. "And Jeremy has an unreasonable hatred of the sport?"

Natalie sat up straight, but Dana stopped her with a hand on Natalie's arm. "Is this payback for something?" Dana asked sensibly.

Casey nodded helpfully. "Jeremy fudged the soccer highlights yesterday."

"How?"

"He edited together a tape of very boring ties, and Dan had to do the voiceover."

Dan crossed his arms. "You know my feelings towards soccer. I spent an hour trying to write that damn voiceover, and then Jeremy tells me at eight o'clock that you don't have time to show it tonight."

"Dan didn't find out that it was a combination of old games until after the show," Casey added with a grin. "All nil-nil ties, apparently."

Dan glared at Casey, and then turned to Dana with a hopeful smile. "So, can I do a feature on lawn bowls?"

Dana shook her head. "No."

"This is so unfair." Dan sighed.

"Well, since Jeremy's sleeping with me, and you're not, I don't think that's going to change anytime soon," Natalie replied, smiling cheerily.

Dan huffed, and walked out of the conference room. Dana looked at Casey and suddenly thought of something. "Casey, couldn't you have told Dan there weren't any soccer games being played yesterday?"

"Yeah," he said guiltily, and then grinned. Casey's eyes shifted to the door and then back to Dana. "But Dan hasn't realised that yet."

THE END

[elvisneedsboats.livejournal.com]

This one!



:)

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I Can Comfort You

When Casey walked into their office, Dan was standing in front of the bookshelf, staring at the orderly stack. "Danny?"

Dan ran a finger down the spine of one of the books, tracing over the title. "Yeah?"

Swallowing, Casey walked over and placed a hand on Dan's shoulder. "Dana told me what happened."

"Thought she would." Dan nodded, gazing out the window at the dark skyline.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine." It would have been more convincing if Danny's voice hadn't wavered on the last word.

"Danny," he said, and pulled Dan's shoulder until Dan faced him.

Dan blinked and avoided Casey's eyes. "It's my mom, Casey. Of course, I'm not okay."

"She'll be fine," Casey said, and wished he knew what to say. Dan's answering nod was tight, and Casey pulled Dan into a hug before he thought about it. He held Dan tight, until Dan relaxed into the embrace. "It's alright, Danny." Dan let out a choked sob and Casey felt Dan's arms wrap around him. "It's alright."

THE END

[elvisneedsboats.livejournal.com]

Finally managed to get over here and read and...

Awww!! *hugs them both*

Poor Danny. Good thing he has Casey. *sniffles*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Poor Danny. Good thing he has Casey. *sniffles*

Yeah, good thing indeed. And, that's the *perfect* icon for replying to this fic.

I'm thinking about the second icon choice. Damn. Hurt/comfort isn't my area of expertise. You're making me *stretch*, woman.

[khohen1.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwww... Nooo! Danny's Mommy can't be sick! LOL. I don't know anything, cause the Mom issue was never covered, but I get the feeling his Momma was always of the Motherly type. But I don't know. Anyway, they're probably close... if for no other reason than he's Jewish (kidding... ish).

Poor Danny.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Poor Danny.

*pets Danny* At least he's got Casey. And I'm going to assume his Mom's thing wasn't fatal, because even I couldn't do that to Danny.

I don't know anything, cause the Mom issue was never covered, but I get the feeling his Momma was always of the Motherly type.

*nods* I think his reaction in Dear Louise is proof that he's a bit of a momma's boy. When he calls Casey in about the emergency writer's block... *finds transcript*

Casey: Well, I was in editing. Kim said there was an emergency.
Dan: It is an emergency.
Casey: Is it your mom?
Dan: What's wrong with my mom?
Casey: I'm asking.
Dan: It's not my mom.
Casey: Well, what is it?
Dan: Why did you say it was my mom?
Casey: I didn't say it was your mom.
Dan: (freaked) Yeah, but you jumped to that right away, which makes me think there's something wrong with my mom, Casey. What's wrong with my mom, man?

He's so adorably freaked out by the suggestion.

In Dan's defense, I think Casey's a momma's boy too. The smug pride when he tells Gordon "I live my life clean as my mother's kitchen floor" always makes me giggle.

[elvisneedsboats.livejournal.com]

Can I request another one? *grins*

If so, do this one:

And don't feel like you have to stick to 100ish words. ;)

Hurt, meet Comfort

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Hurt, meet Comfort

Casey stood in the doorway and sighed deeply. It was a sound that spoke of broken hearts and shattered dreams. If there was one sound that defined anguish that tortured sigh would be it.

For a moment, Dan considered ignoring him. When Casey had decided to mourn, he did it all the way. Then, his conscience got the better of him. "Casey?"

Casey sighed again and then listlessly sat down on the couch. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Casey swallowed and nodded bravely. Then he blinked and looked out the window.

"You sure?" Dan asked kindly.

"Yeah," Casey said weakly.

Dan sighed and rolled his chair away from the desk. Gently, he said, "You know we still have a show to do. Can you pull yourself together to write tonight's script?"

Casey ducked his head. "Sure."

Rolling his eyes at Casey's melodramatics, Dan had to ask, "What in the world made you think your alma mater would actually win?"

Casey stared imploringly at him, holding his hands up in a pleading motion. "They were so close, Danny!" Casey sighed again, and sank into the couch cushions. "So close..."

Turning back to his script, Danny silently prayed for patience.

The End

Re: Hurt, meet Comfort

[khohen1.livejournal.com]

LOLLLLL! That was hilarious. Poor Casey and the Timberwolves. It is the Timberwolves right? Anyway, poor Casey.

"Who do I see about that?!"
"A therapist?"

Re: Hurt, meet Comfort

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Poor Casey and the Timberwolves. It is the Timberwolves right?

I don't think so. I'll pretty sure they never named Casey's alma mater (grrrr).

"Who do I see about that?!"
"A therapist?"

*snickers* I love that line.