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[out_there]

"...just work, you stupid piece of crap!"

Dan caught the end of the diatribe as he walked back to their office. He hurried his steps and found Casey glaring the computer, doing his best to melt it with the sheer force of his distemper.

"Stupid, fucking, useless--"

"Casey?"

"It's not working," Casey complained loudly, not taking his eyes off the item in question.

"I kind of guessed." Dan edged his way around the desk, looking carefully at the computer's blank screen. "It crashed?"

"No," Casey said curtly. "Crashing implies that there was action involved. That it actually did *something*. The problem is that it stopped doing *anything*!"

"It crashed."

"It sucks." Casey glared at it, and Dan got the distinct impression that he was considering physical violence.

"Casey? Can we keep it to just one computer destroyed by us?"

"You got to throw yours across the room," Casey said sullenly, sitting down at the desk. "I don't see why I couldn't give it one gentle kick."

Dan sighed. He didn't point out that his computer's death had been a completely logical reaction to writers block; Casey was just being childish. "You were typing up your script?"

"I was." Casey kicked the desk lightly. "Now it's *gone*."

"How long ago did you save?"

Casey's expression could have peeled paint. In fact, Dan was surprised that it wasn't already peeling the paint off their office walls. "I was going to save when I had it finished."

"So you lost everything?"

"Everything." Casey sighed. "Every. Single. Fucking. Word."

"But you've still got your notes, right?"

Casey tapped his finger on a pile of scruffy hand-written notes. From their appearance, Casey must have scrunched them up after he typed them. He'd probably had to go through the bin to retrieve them and flatten them out. It helped explain Casey's foul mood.

"So we can just type them up again?"

"I don't want to type them up again." Casey stood up, obviously upset. "I want my file back!"

"Okay, Casey? It's probably going to be quicker to type them up again."

"Do you know how long I spent typing that up?"

"I know how slowly you type, so I've got a pretty good guess," Dan replied, reaching for the pile of pages. "Why don't you let me do it?"

Casey looked at him balefully. "You've got your own script to write."

"I'm kind of stuck. It would probably help to have something to type. Ease me into the swing of it."

"Yeah?" Casey asked hopefully.

Dan grinned. "Go lie down on the couch and let me fix this."

Casey nodded and did as he was told. "Thanks, Danny. It's just..."

"You're sick."

"Yeah."

Dan rolled his eyes. "Just relax. I'll have it typed up in no time."

Once Casey was settled on the couch, he looked, and sounded, much happier. Comfortable. Almost content. "Thanks."

"No problem," Dan said while the laptop hummed into life. He decided not to take any chances with the cursed computer.

After the first few pages, Dan realised why Casey had been so upset. His script was almost completed, or as completed as it possibly could be at 7pm, and it wasn't bad. In fact, Dan even found himself snickering over some of it. "Casey, this is pretty good."

When Casey didn't reply, Dan looked over. Casey had one arm thrown over his face and his legs hung over the end of the couch. He was also fast asleep.

Smiling to himself, Dan went back to typing.

Comments

[celli]

awwww! *hugs Dan* I love him.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

He's Dan, Doer of Wonderful Things.

[laylee.livejournal.com]

Ah, pats Dan on back. Good Dan looking after his Casey in times of need :~)

[khohen1.livejournal.com]

Awwww, Danny's so sweet. I knew Casey was going to fall asleep... heh. That damn flu. Knocks the snot outta ya.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know what it's like. You're sick, so you get ridiculously worked up over something that really isn't a big problem. And all you really need is a few hours sleep. *g*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Good Danny. (Huh. Maybe that's why Danny gets a Casey-nurse when he's sick. Because he's a good Danny-nurse when needed.)

[apathocles.livejournal.com]

Aww. *is happy now*

You tried to hide this from me!

[mecurtin.livejournal.com]

But I am too clever for your nefarious cunning!

In other words, I saw the words "It's called venting" and I thought, "boring boring, another LJ rant about someone's job, not gonna click *there*." But it was Casey! Being peevishly cute! And Dan! Taking care of him! Ha!

Re: You tried to hide this from me!

[out-there.livejournal.com]

In other words, I saw the words "It's called venting" and I thought, "boring boring, another LJ rant about someone's job, not gonna click *there*." But it was Casey! Being peevishly cute! And Dan! Taking care of him! Ha!

*snerk* That'll teach you not to judge a book by it's cover. Or, y'know, that when I'm sick, my labels can't be trusted. One of the two.

(But, theoretically, it would have shown up on inthetallgrass at some stage. ... Sometime...)

[out-there.livejournal.com]

As is Casey. *g*

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