Sports Night gen fic, although you can have Dan/Casey if you squint. (Unbetaed.)

( The Beautiful Game )

"T - " said the toaster. Dylan looked at it warily.

It continued, its voice sounding like some kind of robot dirge.

" - O - A - S - T. Spell. Toast. T - O - A - "

"Okay, so ten points for initiative, Jez, but it spells toast. That's it, toast. I'm thinking this might just have a limited shelf life, whaddaya say ( Read more... )

"It don't do to go talking 'bout parrots, young master Turner."

Will looked over at Gibbs, his hands stilling on the rope.

"Now you can't possibly tell me that those are bad, not with Mr Cotton wandering around so happily ( Read more... )

Notches

Fraser was slowly driving Ray Kowalski insane.

It was wrong in all sorts of ways.

They had a pool going in the bullpen, which Frannie said Dewey was running, but Dewey's sports jackets had more brains than him, and if anyone was behind it it was his fake little sister, bet his life on it. Only it wasn't his life, it was fifteen bucks ( Read more... )

"Jack! A little more care if you please, you have the hands of a blacksmith ( Read more... )

Bait

It is a silly fish that is caught twice with the same bait.

--Thomas Fuller

See, here's the thing. Jez always believed in fairy tales.

I guess that's a disservice to the guy. He wasn't delusional, ever; hell, he was one of the smartest guys I ever met and I know smart. Smart is easier to milk, once you know the right buttons, and one ( Read more... )

Sirius scanned the alley warily, alert for anything out of the ordinary - but then it was Dung who'd set this up, Dung's contact, so he could be in for anything. He snorted softly to himself. Even the way he phrased it in his head was precise, blameless, carefully chosen words that ignored the part where he'd offered Dung a daycap, and one for the ( Read more... )

There were knees in his tree.

This was odd on two levels, really.

First off, he'd never really known it was his tree, at least not consciously. It just was. Yo-less and Kirsty were above such things, Wobbler was... generally below it, and Bigmac's boots tended to get in the way. So it was his tree, and it was where he liked to think, when he ( Read more... )

Turned out America was a bit much for Maggie.

I guess I can see what she means; after 2000 years with nothing, the atmosphere in America was a little too bright, and too loud, and too much neon, and after that stop at Vegas...

Who am I kidding? I loved it. It was like everything I ever dreamed about, only my dreams never had this much ambition. ( Read more... )

Big thoughts, little brother

Addie's never liked running. It's Willie who never manages to keep still, always heading somewhere new at top speed, wind in your hair and don't look back. It's odd, 'cos it's Willie mama always wants to stay still, to stick around, and maybe Addie'd be more willing to go out to play if he wasn't told to so much, ( Read more... )