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Title: Pull Me Out
Author: Scrunchy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These folks ain't mine. I just can't seem to stop fiddlin' with 'em.
Notes: IconFic




Dan and Casey weren't a hand-holdey couple. They weren't a snuggly mushy couple, even in private. Sure, there were times when Danny's eyes got lost in that faraway place they sometimes went to; Casey'd sling an arm around Danny's shoulders and pull him into his side with a kiss pressed to his forehead, but even that was a kind of "I love you, man," gesture. Their public persona went on as it always had. In fact, while the transition from "Casey and Danny" to "Casey and Danny" had caused a brief ripple in the Sports Night senior staff, many on the periphery of CSC's payroll didn't notice the change at all. Many had assumed the anchors a couple years ago, and had already made their peace.

Danny didn't mind, really - Casey wasn't Mr. Affectionate, and neither, for that matter, was he. If they'd started feeding each other strawberries on set after the announcement - it would have seemed really wrong. Dan didn't like things that were fake, especially when it came to Casey. It was the reason why, when right before their relationship became official (since it could no longer be explained away or ignored), Dan laughed for three hours after Casey left a huge bouquet of flowers on his desk one morning. It wasn't that they weren't beautiful (they were), or that Casey wasn't sweet (he was), but they'd been friends for more than a decade at that point. The recent expansion pack on their relationship didn't necessarily necessitate traditional romantic gestures. Casey was angry while Dan clutched his stomach and willed the giggles to stop; he grit his teeth and flushed, mumbled "I don't know how to do this" under his breath. Danny stopped laughing and stood, nudging the office door closed with his knee as he walked past.

He stood a foot away from Casey in the swath of sunshine that cut the office in half.

"Look at me."

"I'm not ready for this. I cant-" Casey squeezed his eyes shut for a second and looked up.

"Neither of us knows how to 'do this,' Casey, but we're doing okay." Dan smiled and took a half-step forward.

"You don't have to bring me flowers. You don't have to win me, or worry about keeping me."

He stepped forward again, close enough to brush his fingertips against the fist clenched at Casey's side.

Casey looked up as his hand instinctively relaxed at Dan's touch. Someone had joked that relearning everything he knew about dating wouldn't be that hard, especially for Casey. It was proving difficult after all.

He leaned forward a little, resting his hand on the back of Danny's dark blue sweatshirt. Kissing in the workplace was something new.

"The flowers really were pretty." Danny smiled centimeters from Casey's lips.

"Oh, bite me, Danny." Casey had to laugh.

Kissing while laughing was something new and wonderful.

"Dan and Casey, please get your asses to the conference room. Dan, Casey, to the conference room." You were supposed to turn off the intercom before hanging up the receiver. Dana had a bad habit of angrily slamming it down, causing a newsroom-wide grimace at the echoing clunk.

"What time is it?" Danny's grin was mischievous.

"Quarter past noon. We're very late."

"Okay," he pulled at the cuff of Casey's shirt before turning to grab his notebook, "are you ready?"

Casey's smile was genuine, and it echoed on every inch of his face.

"I am ready."


scrunchy 2004