Sports Night FF: Dr Who titles drabbles
Decided that a challenge commumity was more fun than my Harry Potter fic so wrote a few Sports Night drabbles. 100 words are surprisingly hard to keep to! The challenge was to write a drabble using a Dr Who title.
The End of the World - (Dan/Casey, PG-13, angst)
‘Danny?’
‘Give me a second. Can I call Rob Babcock an idiot? We have no burning desire to keep the Raptor’s GM happy, do we?’
‘No, although I was going to call him a moron, so we might look redundant.’
‘Good point.’ He deletes the line, and then looks up. ‘Okay.’
‘Listen. I got another job offer.’
Danny looks up, smiling. ‘You’re in demand, buddy.’
‘It’s prime-time. Solo gig. Full staff. The works.’
‘You should tell the bosses, they’ll have to bump your pay.’
‘I was thinking about taking this one.’
And that was it. The smile faded. Game over.
* * * *
Father's Day - (Dan/Casey, PG-13)
‘Dad? It’s me…Danny, Dad…No, nothing’s wrong...It’s Father’s Day…It’s fine, I’ll call again…enjoy the game, Dad…bye.’
‘Hey.’ Casey wandered in. ‘Your Dad like the card?’
‘Yeah.’
‘So…I’ve got Charlie today. You want to come toss a few pitches with us?’
‘It’s Father’s Day, Case…’
‘That it is, Danny, that it is. And?’
‘You’re supposed to spend it with your son.’
‘I’m supposed to spend it doing what I want. And I want to play ball with you and Charlie. Don’t interfere with the sacred tradition of Father’s Day, Danny.’
Danny laughs and Casey’s won. His father can wait until next year.
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The End of the World - (Dan/Casey, PG-13, angst)
‘Danny?’
‘Give me a second. Can I call Rob Babcock an idiot? We have no burning desire to keep the Raptor’s GM happy, do we?’
‘No, although I was going to call him a moron, so we might look redundant.’
‘Good point.’ He deletes the line, and then looks up. ‘Okay.’
‘Listen. I got another job offer.’
Danny looks up, smiling. ‘You’re in demand, buddy.’
‘It’s prime-time. Solo gig. Full staff. The works.’
‘You should tell the bosses, they’ll have to bump your pay.’
‘I was thinking about taking this one.’
And that was it. The smile faded. Game over.
* * * *
Father's Day - (Dan/Casey, PG-13)
‘Dad? It’s me…Danny, Dad…No, nothing’s wrong...It’s Father’s Day…It’s fine, I’ll call again…enjoy the game, Dad…bye.’
‘Hey.’ Casey wandered in. ‘Your Dad like the card?’
‘Yeah.’
‘So…I’ve got Charlie today. You want to come toss a few pitches with us?’
‘It’s Father’s Day, Case…’
‘That it is, Danny, that it is. And?’
‘You’re supposed to spend it with your son.’
‘I’m supposed to spend it doing what I want. And I want to play ball with you and Charlie. Don’t interfere with the sacred tradition of Father’s Day, Danny.’
Danny laughs and Casey’s won. His father can wait until next year.
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