Slashthedrabble prompt #224: Flight - Flight Risk (Sports Night)
Title: Flight Risk
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan Rydell, Casey McCall
Prompt: slashthedrabble prompt #224: Flight
Word Count: Triple drabble, 300 words
"I so nearly ran when I first met you," Dan says. He's never admitted it before, always had this superstitious fear that if he says it out loud then something bad will happen. All those years, all those miles; it's only now, with Sports Night and fame relegated to their past, that he feels - almost - safe.
Casey glances up from his book, raises a lazy eyebrow. He doesn't seem surprised. "I was that scary?"
"You were that hot," Dan says honestly. "And, yes, that was scary. I'd never wanted anything as much as I wanted you. And then I met Lisa - "
"Enough to scare anybody."
"It wasn't that. I didn't want to be - you know - that guy." The one who cheats; the one who lies. The one who breaks up his best friend's marriage, rotten marriage though it was. So he'd made himself back off, forced himself to keep his mouth shut, keep his distance; made himself into the friend Casey needed, not the lover Dan had longed to become.
The effort had damned near killed him. But it had been worth it. In the end, it had all been worth the cost.
"I'm okay with the guy you are," Casey murmurs, and puts the book down. "What would you have done?"
Dan shrugs. "I don’t know. I never planned that far ahead."
"M'm," says Casey. "Well. You'd've been okay."
"I guess."
"Plenty of opportunities for a bright young boy. You could’ve sold insurance - "
"Thanks a lot!"
"Flipped burgers, bussed tables, parked cars ..."
Dan grabs a pillow, throws it at Casey's head.
"But I'm glad you stayed," Casey tells him, ducking.
Dan glowers. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Casey looks back up at him, and smiles. "I'm glad you stuck around."
"Yeah," Dan says again, and lets himself relax. "Me too."
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Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan Rydell, Casey McCall
Prompt: slashthedrabble prompt #224: Flight
Word Count: Triple drabble, 300 words
"I so nearly ran when I first met you," Dan says. He's never admitted it before, always had this superstitious fear that if he says it out loud then something bad will happen. All those years, all those miles; it's only now, with Sports Night and fame relegated to their past, that he feels - almost - safe.
Casey glances up from his book, raises a lazy eyebrow. He doesn't seem surprised. "I was that scary?"
"You were that hot," Dan says honestly. "And, yes, that was scary. I'd never wanted anything as much as I wanted you. And then I met Lisa - "
"Enough to scare anybody."
"It wasn't that. I didn't want to be - you know - that guy." The one who cheats; the one who lies. The one who breaks up his best friend's marriage, rotten marriage though it was. So he'd made himself back off, forced himself to keep his mouth shut, keep his distance; made himself into the friend Casey needed, not the lover Dan had longed to become.
The effort had damned near killed him. But it had been worth it. In the end, it had all been worth the cost.
"I'm okay with the guy you are," Casey murmurs, and puts the book down. "What would you have done?"
Dan shrugs. "I don’t know. I never planned that far ahead."
"M'm," says Casey. "Well. You'd've been okay."
"I guess."
"Plenty of opportunities for a bright young boy. You could’ve sold insurance - "
"Thanks a lot!"
"Flipped burgers, bussed tables, parked cars ..."
Dan grabs a pillow, throws it at Casey's head.
"But I'm glad you stayed," Casey tells him, ducking.
Dan glowers. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Casey looks back up at him, and smiles. "I'm glad you stuck around."
"Yeah," Dan says again, and lets himself relax. "Me too."
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