SPORTS NIGHT: Keep On
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find_rightbrainTitle: Keep On
Characters/Pairing: Dan/Natalie, Casey
Word Count: 162
Rating: PG
Summary: Dan doesn't like needing a reason to talk to Natalie.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soscaredtolove for a drabble meme, using the lyrics "I keep forgetting you don't love me no more/I keep forgetting you don't want me no more/I keep forgetting that you told me that you/Didn't want me around any more/But these stupid old feet/Just head for your street/Like they've done so many times before/And this stuborn old fist/On the end of my wrist/Keeps a-knocking on your front door".
Disclaimer: I don't own Sports Night or any of it's characters.
"What do you need, Dan?" Natalie asks as he sits on the corner of her desk. It's not cold or distant, because it's Natalie, she couldn't manage cold if she tried. It's just the difference from what used to be that makes it seem that way. He doesn't like needing a reason to talk to her.
"It wasn't supposed to be permanent."
Now she looks up. "Dan..."
"It wasn't."
"I know." Her voice is quiet, subdued. "Dan, I have work to do, so..."
"Right. Yeah." He slides off the desk, starts to walk back to his office, then stops and turns back. "Hey, what's the score on Oakland?"
"I'll let you know when I get it."
"Great." He goes back to his office, and ignores Casey's flat look. "I was asking about Oakland," he explains, unnecessarily.
"Uh-huh," Casey says, and lets it go, because they're men, they don't talk about these things. For some reason, Dan wishes just once that they would.
Characters/Pairing: Dan/Natalie, Casey
Word Count: 162
Rating: PG
Summary: Dan doesn't like needing a reason to talk to Natalie.
Notes: Written for
soscaredtolove for a drabble meme, using the lyrics "I keep forgetting you don't love me no more/I keep forgetting you don't want me no more/I keep forgetting that you told me that you/Didn't want me around any more/But these stupid old feet/Just head for your street/Like they've done so many times before/And this stuborn old fist/On the end of my wrist/Keeps a-knocking on your front door".Disclaimer: I don't own Sports Night or any of it's characters.
"What do you need, Dan?" Natalie asks as he sits on the corner of her desk. It's not cold or distant, because it's Natalie, she couldn't manage cold if she tried. It's just the difference from what used to be that makes it seem that way. He doesn't like needing a reason to talk to her.
"It wasn't supposed to be permanent."
Now she looks up. "Dan..."
"It wasn't."
"I know." Her voice is quiet, subdued. "Dan, I have work to do, so..."
"Right. Yeah." He slides off the desk, starts to walk back to his office, then stops and turns back. "Hey, what's the score on Oakland?"
"I'll let you know when I get it."
"Great." He goes back to his office, and ignores Casey's flat look. "I was asking about Oakland," he explains, unnecessarily.
"Uh-huh," Casey says, and lets it go, because they're men, they don't talk about these things. For some reason, Dan wishes just once that they would.
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Date: 2007-03-02 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-02 11:39 pm (UTC)They make me flail in ALL the best possible, OTPishlyist ways.
Pretty and wibbly, as it should be.
And DAMMIT NATALIE IF YOU KNEW THEN WHY DID YOU START SEEING JEREMY?
Not that we don't love Jeremy. But Dan is better.