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crack_van2005-10-13 01:04 pm
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On Studio B, a Cricket Bat, and a Kiss, by Marguerite (PG)
Fandom: SPORTS NIGHT
Pairing: Dana/Casey
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
megwriting
Author Website: Gray Area
Why this must be read:
This isn't simply a Dana/Casey fic. It's also a Dan fic, a Jeremy fic, and a little bit of a Jeremy/Natalie fic. In essence, it's Sports Night. Marguerite has the characters voices down exactly, and a plot worthy of the comic genius of the show itself, without forgetting that little bit of depth that makes it more than a fluffy romantic comedy.
"A croquet mallet?" Isaac thundered.
Jeremy studied the carpet in Isaac's office with far more interest than it strictly deserved. The atmosphere here at Sports Night was genial and casual, but Isaac did not put up with
unprofessional behavior.
Probably an anchor and a producer making time in Studio B counted as unprofessional.
Since Jeremy was neither the anchor nor the producer in question -- was, in fact, neither an anchor nor a producer, period -- he hoped that keeping his head down would prove an effective strategy. Because Isaac, quite frankly, scared the hell out of Jeremy when he was like this.
Isaac let the silence build, resting the weight of his gaze on Danny first, then on Jeremy, who shoved his hands into his pockets and tried his best not to squirm. When he felt Isaac's attention shift away, he chanced a glance at Dana and Casey, who were standing as far apart as possible, turned slightly away from each other. Not once since they'd entered his office had they so much as looked at each other.
Isaac's anger resonated in his voice. "A croquet mallet?"
On Studio B, a Cricket Bat, and a Kiss
Pairing: Dana/Casey
Author on LJ:
megwritingAuthor Website: Gray Area
Why this must be read:
This isn't simply a Dana/Casey fic. It's also a Dan fic, a Jeremy fic, and a little bit of a Jeremy/Natalie fic. In essence, it's Sports Night. Marguerite has the characters voices down exactly, and a plot worthy of the comic genius of the show itself, without forgetting that little bit of depth that makes it more than a fluffy romantic comedy.
"A croquet mallet?" Isaac thundered.
Jeremy studied the carpet in Isaac's office with far more interest than it strictly deserved. The atmosphere here at Sports Night was genial and casual, but Isaac did not put up with
unprofessional behavior.
Probably an anchor and a producer making time in Studio B counted as unprofessional.
Since Jeremy was neither the anchor nor the producer in question -- was, in fact, neither an anchor nor a producer, period -- he hoped that keeping his head down would prove an effective strategy. Because Isaac, quite frankly, scared the hell out of Jeremy when he was like this.
Isaac let the silence build, resting the weight of his gaze on Danny first, then on Jeremy, who shoved his hands into his pockets and tried his best not to squirm. When he felt Isaac's attention shift away, he chanced a glance at Dana and Casey, who were standing as far apart as possible, turned slightly away from each other. Not once since they'd entered his office had they so much as looked at each other.
Isaac's anger resonated in his voice. "A croquet mallet?"
On Studio B, a Cricket Bat, and a Kiss