Crushed (The Unusuals)
Title: Crushed
Fandom: The Unusuals
Characters: Jason Walsh and Casey Shraeger
Prompt: #17 - Wish I didn’t love you
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG
Summary: Casey tries to deny her feelings for Jason
Author Notes: I really shouldn’t be writing for this challenge yet sense my claim isn’t accepted. But whatever. And also, this is possibly the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written. In my life.
prompt table and disclaimer
“Casey,” Jason called, chasing her down the stairs of the police station. “Wait a minute.” He finally caught her arm and stopped her. “What’s wrong with you? Where’s your brain been?”
She looked at him. “Excuse me?”
“All day you’ve just been… your mind isn’t on the job. I can tell. I know you and I need to know what’s going on with you.”
“If you know me so well, you should already know.” She turned to walk away, but he quickly grabbed her arm again.
“Casey, this is dangerous. You have to concentrate. If you don’t, you can die.”
“You don’t think I know that? I know, Jason. I can’t talk to you right now, ok?” She started down the stairs again.
He watched her for a moment, then followed her. “If you can’t talk to me, who can you talk to? I’m your partner.”
She stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at him. “That’s the problem. My feelings for you are clouding my judgment.”
“What feelings?”
She shook her head and sighed. “I feel like I’m in high school when I’m around you. I haven’t felt like that since… well, since I was in high school.”
“What, do you have a crush on me or something?” he joked.
She didn’t look at him.
“Case,” he said softly, taking a step closer.
She stepped back. “Don’t,” she whispered. “I need to go home. You’re right, I can’t be here today. I need to clear my head.”
He looked down. “Would it help if I said I have a crush on you?”
“You aren’t funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be.”
Fandom: The Unusuals
Characters: Jason Walsh and Casey Shraeger
Prompt: #17 - Wish I didn’t love you
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG
Summary: Casey tries to deny her feelings for Jason
Author Notes: I really shouldn’t be writing for this challenge yet sense my claim isn’t accepted. But whatever. And also, this is possibly the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written. In my life.
prompt table and disclaimer
“Casey,” Jason called, chasing her down the stairs of the police station. “Wait a minute.” He finally caught her arm and stopped her. “What’s wrong with you? Where’s your brain been?”
She looked at him. “Excuse me?”
“All day you’ve just been… your mind isn’t on the job. I can tell. I know you and I need to know what’s going on with you.”
“If you know me so well, you should already know.” She turned to walk away, but he quickly grabbed her arm again.
“Casey, this is dangerous. You have to concentrate. If you don’t, you can die.”
“You don’t think I know that? I know, Jason. I can’t talk to you right now, ok?” She started down the stairs again.
He watched her for a moment, then followed her. “If you can’t talk to me, who can you talk to? I’m your partner.”
She stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at him. “That’s the problem. My feelings for you are clouding my judgment.”
“What feelings?”
She shook her head and sighed. “I feel like I’m in high school when I’m around you. I haven’t felt like that since… well, since I was in high school.”
“What, do you have a crush on me or something?” he joked.
She didn’t look at him.
“Case,” he said softly, taking a step closer.
She stepped back. “Don’t,” she whispered. “I need to go home. You’re right, I can’t be here today. I need to clear my head.”
He looked down. “Would it help if I said I have a crush on you?”
“You aren’t funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be.”