I write brilliant (yes, really) fics in my head: I spend hours crafting them, getting every last phrase perfect.

I *so* do that. At the moment, I'm just thinking of little bits, and then writing them down as soon as I can (at the moment, I spend 7.40am-8.20am writing, and 1.30pm-2pm writing over lunch, and then the forty minute train ride home writing, there aren't too many hours in between for my mind to write and forget). On the other hand, as long as I don't plot *all*, I'm still intrigued/motivated enough to write it.

I want to hear about College Danny, if you happen to be heading in that direction.

And, just because you're special, you get a preview:

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[casey's asked about why Dan and Michael split up in college]

"Tell me," Casey said gently.

"Are you sure this isn't..." Dan trailed off uncertainly. "Are sure it's not going to weird you out?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

Dan scowled. "That doesn't mean you really want to hear the answer."

"I think I can handle it." Casey sighed.

Dan watched him carefully, leaning back on the couch. "Sure?"

"Well, I'm currently thinking of Michael as a Rebecca-alike who doesn't look as good in a dress, but I'm pretty sure."

Dan laughed. "Okay. I... I really liked him."

Casey snorted and put his legs up on the coffee table. "I'm assuming you must have."

"The thing you've got to get is that I *really* liked him." Dan looked down at his hands as he stressed the words. "I really liked him."

"You were serious about him?" Casey asked softly.

"Yeah." Dan swallowed. "I..."

"Really liked him," Casey finished for him and Dan nodded. "How long... were you seeing him?"

"A bit over five months."

"That's pretty long for you in college," Casey said, thinking aloud. "I can remember most girls didn't last more than a couple weeks."

"I really liked him." Dan spoke quietly, as if admitting a secret. Casey suddenly wondered if Dan had ever told anyone else. He didn't want to ask.

"So that would have been, what? Your Junior year?" Casey asked, and Dan nodded. That had also been the year that Dan had been reconsidering his study choices, debating over whether he should focus more on print journalism than television.

"Yeah," Dan said, and then fell silent, obviously lost in his own thoughts.

"You know," Casey said slowly, "I don't see the appeal."

"The appeal of what?"

"Of Michael."

"Well, that's probably why you've never slept with him," Dan responded with a quick grin.

"Even if the sex was great, I couldn't put up with someone that... smarmy."

"Smarmy?"

Casey nodded. "He's like Gordon, with the lwayer bits taken out." Dan's eyes bulged in surprise and Casey felt a little guilty. "Should I stop criticising your ex-" Casey had no idea what to call it, so he used Dan's word, "-flame now?"

Dan blinked and then said, "Feel free to dislike him."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Because I do. Dislike him," Casey clarified. "He's smarmy and slimey, he made you nervous at the bar and he kept you waiting. Then, he just rail-roaded you into leaving," Casey finished. "I didn't like him at all."

"Huh." Dan smirked. "Who would have thought you'd have good taste in guys."

Casey laughed. "Great lot of help that is to me."

[Screw it. I've gotta go work. Everytime I start writing these guys, they keep *talking*.]

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Fingers crossed I remember where I posted this snippet.

And the Jaegermeister. Whatever that is.

Alcamahol! See my post for further details. *g*