out_there | Meme and SN Ficlet: Marigold and Saffron

Pairings meme. These are all the pairings I've written; the ones from Wips are in italic. I'm counting drabbles as finished fics.

Smallville:
Clark/Lex
Martha/Jonothan
Chloe/Lana

West Wing:
Sam/Josh
Sam/Will
Sam/Billy (smutty crossover with St Elmo's Fire)
Josh/Amy (with references to Josh/Donna)
Josh/Casey (Sports Night crossover)

Sports Night:
Casey/Dan
Jeremy/Natalie
Dana/Lisa
(I'm not sure if I've drabbled Dana/Natalie or not...)

Misc:
Shindler's List: Amon/Schindler
Popslash/QaFUS: Justin Taylor/Justin Timberlake
QaFUS: Justin/Brian
DC Comics: Wally West/Dick Grayson (or, Flash/Nightwing)
Crossing Jordan: Bug/Nigel (slashy in my mind, at least)
Sailor Moon: Zoicite/Kunzite
Ranma 1/2: Ranma/Ryoga (I think it was a songfic too. *shudders* In my defense, it was written *years* ago)

Have I missed anything? Damn, I'm so OTP-girl. *g*

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*sigh* You know you're too involved in SN fandom when you write feedback to a fic and say that it put a relationship into stark relief, and you have to fight the urge to write "stark relief (Bwah, bwaaah!)". Lord help me.

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Well, I tried writing for the

contrelamontre challenge this week, which was to including the following items:
- 4 yellow objects
- 3 different types of animals
- 2 mind-altering substances
- 1 pair of high heels

I got three of them, but ran out of time and couldn't add the mind-altering substance. So, here's a silly little SN fic to amuse you.

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Marigold and Saffron

"Have you seen Dana's shoes?"

Dan looked up at him and grinned. "Yes, I have."

Casey leaned against the doorway, waiting for the rest of the story. "And...?"

Dan moved his hands smoothly through the air. "They are tan leather, with exquisite detailing in dark red, and a surprisingly practical heel for such an attractive shoe."

Casey snorted. "Thanks for the fashion report."

"You did ask," Dan replied easily, standing over their desk and fussing about with some papers. "Why did you ask?"

"I wanted to know if you'd seen them." Dan stared at him as he drank a mouthful of coffee, and Casey explained, "I'm helping her look for them."

"She's lost them?"

"She's lost them."

"Again?"

Casey nodded. "She's lost them again."

"In that case, I haven't seen them," Dan said cheerfully. "But good luck in finding them."

"This is like a treasure hunt," Casey said, glancing around their office. "Without any treasure."

Dan chortled and walked over to the table, staring down at a small collection of ties that Casey hadn't noticed earlier. "Dana hasn't been in here for at least half an hour. And when she left, she was wearing shoes."

"What are you doing?" Casey asked, stepping closer. Hunting the station for shoes or hearing Dan justify a set of bright, bold ties? It was an easy choice.

"Looking at ties for tonight," Dan replied, waving a hand over the scraps of material.

Casey took a good look at the four ties lined neatly across the table. "Is there a reason they're all yellow?"

Dan scowled. "I don't know if Monica's being helpful or mocking me."

"Considering they're yellow, I'd say mocking." Casey sniggered.

"I ran into Monica after last night's show and had a quick chat to her about the suits I've been wearing this week," Dan said, picking up a tie.

"What's wrong with them?"

"I've been wearing a lot of black and dark grey lately."

"You look good in the dark grey," Casey pointed out.

Dan nodded and shot him a cocky grin. "I know."

"It's why they dress you in it."

"Yeah..." Dan shrugged. "But I'm sick of looking like a funeral director."

Casey blinked. "A funeral director?"

"I mean, a cool funeral director, but still... I'd like to occasionally wear something a little more cheery. A little upbeat. Something that says that Dan Rydell is a fun guy."

Casey grinned. "And you said that to Monica?"

"I did indeed."

"And so she gave you yellow ties."

"Well, she left a note for me," Dan said, holding up a scrap of paper. "Asking if I thought these were cheery enough. She suggested the marigold would look good, as the saffron might be a little too intense for me."

Casey looked at the row of ties. As far as he could see, they were all yellow. "Which one's the marigold?"

Dan stared at them. "I don't know."

"Which one's the saffron?"

"I don't know."

Casey grimaced as he looked over the bright selection again. "Do you think you'll actually have to wear one of these tonight?"

"Casey," Dan said, and then sighed. "I really don't know."

"Ah." Casey said, and leaned away from the gaudy ties. "So there's a chance you may be wearing yellow in tonight's broadcast?"

"And it's entirely my own fault."

"Because you don't understand that you shouldn't mess with wardrobe."

Dan glared at him. "But you do?"

Casey ducked his head and grinned abashedly. "I learned my lesson the hard way."

Dan laughed at him. "Monica is a formidable foe."

"More formidable than Natalie?"

Dan's brows lowered as he though. "I'd say it's a fair match."

After a moment, Casey said, "You could probably sell tickets to a stand-off between them."

"It could be a new spectator sport." Dan smirked. "Watch now, as we take you live to the office grudge-match of the year. Will Natalie "The Punisher" Hurley take down her long-time foe? What do you think, Casey?" Dan turned to him, holding out an imaginary microphone.

Casey looked forward into an imaginary camera, and talked to Dan's hand. "It's hard to say. Monica's been training hard this year. Her technique with a needle and pin has vastly improved over the last few months."

Dan nodded, pulling the make-believe microphone back in front of him. "And as always, her colour co-ordination cannot be faulted. This fight is going to be interesting."

Casey laughed. "You've been watching the WWF again, haven't you?"

Dan shrugged nonchalantly. "I taped it accidentally."

Casey shook his head and sat down on the couch. "I can't believe Charlie watches that. It's a total farce of a sport."

"That's the fun of it," Dan replied, grinning. "How is Charlie?"

"He wants a pet."

"Really? Did Lisa agree?"

"Yeah, but nothing too big since it's his first pet."

Dan snickered. "You're thinking of buying him a pet rock, and slowly working him up to a Great Dane?"

Casey spread an arm along the back of the couch. "Something like that."

"So, what kind of pet are you getting him? Is it going to be some kind of rodent?" Dan asked, warily.

"No," Casey said, glancing over at their desk. "Finding his class guinea pig in my top drawer was enough to rule out that entire branch of pets."

"You're not getting him a goldfish, are you?" Dan cringed. "A pet fish is even less imaginative than a pet rock."

Casey sighed. "We're thinking of a turtle."

"Huh." Dan tilted his head, giving Casey with a speculative look. "That's a surprisingly cool choice for you. I'm impressed."

Casey beamed at the words of approval. "Well, I do try."

"But you normally fail so spectacularly."

Casey glared at Dan and stood up. "On that note, I'm going to help Dana look for her shoes now."