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crack_van2005-05-01 10:54 am
thepurpleswitch.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-05-01 10:54 am
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Protect Me From What I Want by Annie (NC-17)
Fandom: SPORTS NIGHT
Pairings: Rebecca/Casey, Casey/Dana/Dan, Dan/Charlie.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
out_there.
Author Website: Amazed by the Mathematics. Whoo for random Sorkinquotes as site names!
Why this must be read:
Did you read the pairings?
No, seriously.
Go back up there and read them again.
Did you pay attention this time?
Still need a reason?
Okay, okay. Fine.
Because the Rebecca/Casey is scarily plausible, and there needs to be more Rebecca in SN fic. Especially post-show, rejected, vengenificated Rebecca. And vengeful, spiteful, so-jealous-he-could-spit Casey.
quote:
Casey shrugged, planting his hands in his pockets. "It's a small world, Rebecca. It's not hard to hear rumors." He didn't say what rumors; he didn't need to. Steve and his assistant seemed to be a publicly-known secret. There were other rumors, too -- things that a friend of a friend had hinted at, things that Dan had wondered about -- but that was none of Casey's business.
Two bright spots of color glowed high on her cheekbones. "And Danny?"
Casey shrugged. "Whatever he knows, I haven't told him."
"It's not-- I mean--" This time she did look over at Steve's blond hair and ruddy complexion, at the obvious way he was inching his hand up his assistant's thigh. When she turned back, her jaw was set. "It's complicated."
"It's humiliating," Casey replied before he could stop himself.
Eyes narrowed, Rebecca stepped away. "It was nice seeing you again, Casey," she said coldly, and then walked past him. He watched the dark curls move as she walked across the room and out into the dark corridor beyond it.
/quote
Because the Casey/Dana/Dan is hooo-oootttt. In the sticky, uncomfortable, best friends who should not be doing this way. And there needs to be more threesomes in SN fic. Also, because Casey is a jackass in this section. Moreso than when he was doing somebody else's wife/Dan's ex in the previous one.
quote:
She'd just tried to talk some sense into Casey, to find the reason for this strange silence, but he'd shaken his head. "Let it be, Dana. If Dan wants to sulk in public, let him be the child he is."
When Casey talked like that about Dan, something very big was going very wrong.
Dana walked (okay, swayed and stumbled a little) over to Dan. She'd also forgotten that humid weather and cool champagne were a lethal combination. The champagne-soaked strawberries weren't helping either. "Danny, Danny, Danny."
He grinned, all twinkling eyes and naughty smile. "Yes, my fair lady?"
"Why aren't you talking to Casey?"
"Because he's being a jackass," Dan replied easily, snagging another glass of champagne as an errant waiter walked by. "The better question is, why aren't you talking to him?"
/quote
Lastly, but probably not leastly, because I am going to hell for thinking Dan/Charlie is a woefully unexplored pairing (but then, I also think Elliot dirty-dancing would be hot, so), and you should come with me. It'll be fun. Lake of fire, river of souls, we'll tan.
quote:
"It's almost five a.m."
"Huh?"
"You are going to die a slow, painful death, my friend." Murder most horrid was almost too good for people who interrupted a tired man's sleep.
"Danny?"
Dan blinked, trying to work out what was wrong. "Casey?"
The answering voice laughed, but it wasn't Casey's deep chuckle. Dan frowned as he tried to make sense of it. "Danny?"
In fact, it wasn't Casey's mild Midwestern twang, either. It was the sharper accent of someone who'd spent half their life in upper-class New York. "Charlie?"
"Yeah," Charlie replied easily.
Dan went from grumpy and asleep to very concerned in a matter of seconds. He felt like the emotional equivalent of a Porsche. "Charlie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Charlie replied easily, and then Dan heard him call out, "Is anything wrong?" Listening carefully, Dan could hear laughter, pop music and the slurred replies typical of drunk high school students everywhere.
/quote
And so begins our descent, whee.
eta: I am an idiot. The Fic: Protect Me From What I Want. Sorry, folks. *headdesk*
Make sure to leave feedback, people.
ps: I'm back, yeah. Unfortunately, I do not bear much Jeremy slash this time, but as you can see, I've made up for it with wronger things. Continue to fear my candy.
Pairings: Rebecca/Casey, Casey/Dana/Dan, Dan/Charlie.
Author on LJ:
out_there.Author Website: Amazed by the Mathematics. Whoo for random Sorkinquotes as site names!
Why this must be read:
Did you read the pairings?
No, seriously.
Go back up there and read them again.
Did you pay attention this time?
Still need a reason?
Okay, okay. Fine.
Because the Rebecca/Casey is scarily plausible, and there needs to be more Rebecca in SN fic. Especially post-show, rejected, vengenificated Rebecca. And vengeful, spiteful, so-jealous-he-could-spit Casey.
quote:
Casey shrugged, planting his hands in his pockets. "It's a small world, Rebecca. It's not hard to hear rumors." He didn't say what rumors; he didn't need to. Steve and his assistant seemed to be a publicly-known secret. There were other rumors, too -- things that a friend of a friend had hinted at, things that Dan had wondered about -- but that was none of Casey's business.
Two bright spots of color glowed high on her cheekbones. "And Danny?"
Casey shrugged. "Whatever he knows, I haven't told him."
"It's not-- I mean--" This time she did look over at Steve's blond hair and ruddy complexion, at the obvious way he was inching his hand up his assistant's thigh. When she turned back, her jaw was set. "It's complicated."
"It's humiliating," Casey replied before he could stop himself.
Eyes narrowed, Rebecca stepped away. "It was nice seeing you again, Casey," she said coldly, and then walked past him. He watched the dark curls move as she walked across the room and out into the dark corridor beyond it.
/quote
Because the Casey/Dana/Dan is hooo-oootttt. In the sticky, uncomfortable, best friends who should not be doing this way. And there needs to be more threesomes in SN fic. Also, because Casey is a jackass in this section. Moreso than when he was doing somebody else's wife/Dan's ex in the previous one.
quote:
She'd just tried to talk some sense into Casey, to find the reason for this strange silence, but he'd shaken his head. "Let it be, Dana. If Dan wants to sulk in public, let him be the child he is."
When Casey talked like that about Dan, something very big was going very wrong.
Dana walked (okay, swayed and stumbled a little) over to Dan. She'd also forgotten that humid weather and cool champagne were a lethal combination. The champagne-soaked strawberries weren't helping either. "Danny, Danny, Danny."
He grinned, all twinkling eyes and naughty smile. "Yes, my fair lady?"
"Why aren't you talking to Casey?"
"Because he's being a jackass," Dan replied easily, snagging another glass of champagne as an errant waiter walked by. "The better question is, why aren't you talking to him?"
/quote
Lastly, but probably not leastly, because I am going to hell for thinking Dan/Charlie is a woefully unexplored pairing (but then, I also think Elliot dirty-dancing would be hot, so), and you should come with me. It'll be fun. Lake of fire, river of souls, we'll tan.
quote:
"It's almost five a.m."
"Huh?"
"You are going to die a slow, painful death, my friend." Murder most horrid was almost too good for people who interrupted a tired man's sleep.
"Danny?"
Dan blinked, trying to work out what was wrong. "Casey?"
The answering voice laughed, but it wasn't Casey's deep chuckle. Dan frowned as he tried to make sense of it. "Danny?"
In fact, it wasn't Casey's mild Midwestern twang, either. It was the sharper accent of someone who'd spent half their life in upper-class New York. "Charlie?"
"Yeah," Charlie replied easily.
Dan went from grumpy and asleep to very concerned in a matter of seconds. He felt like the emotional equivalent of a Porsche. "Charlie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Charlie replied easily, and then Dan heard him call out, "Is anything wrong?" Listening carefully, Dan could hear laughter, pop music and the slurred replies typical of drunk high school students everywhere.
/quote
And so begins our descent, whee.
eta: I am an idiot. The Fic: Protect Me From What I Want. Sorry, folks. *headdesk*
Make sure to leave feedback, people.
ps: I'm back, yeah. Unfortunately, I do not bear much Jeremy slash this time, but as you can see, I've made up for it with wronger things. Continue to fear my candy.
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http://www.livejournal.com/community/inthetallgrass/159795.html
It doesn't look like it's on her website yet.
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Thank you for fixing that.
And, really, since the last time I checked/updated my website was months ago, I think that should be what I do next time I'm Avoiding Study.
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Many apologies for the inconvenience.
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Thank you! I was giggling with glee reading this.
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The fic, though. The fic is sublime. I rec because I am bad at yer basic feedback, lol.