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Pairing: Dana Whittaker/Casey McCall, Casey McCall/Lisa McCall
Fic Title: Old Long Since (Auld Lang Syne)
Author: mardia
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/20273
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: past fic
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: For the person that requested this pairing for the monthly special requests, I dug through and found this old gem. It's a great background story to the history between Dana and Casey, flushing out their past and characters we never even saw on screen like Lisa. It takes a gorgeous look at why these two could just never get their act together and hook up.
"Um, hi," the guy said at last, holding onto the towel like it was a lifeline. "This may be just a wild shot in the dark, but I'm guessing you're Lisa's roommate."
Dana blinked twice. "That would be a good guess." This would be one of those times where you weren't supposed to look, although how that would be managed was beyond her. When a half-naked, soaking wet, and oh yeah, pretty damned good-looking guy stepped out of your shower when all you were planning to do was brush your teeth—forget looking, the circumstances practically demanded that you stare. "I'm...really hoping you're not a burglar."
"No," the guy said quickly. "No, um...well, you can rest assured, if I was a burglar, which I'm not, I'd be a pretty bad one. What with sticking around the scene of a crime to take a shower."
"I don't know, most burglars aren't exactly known for their mental prowess, you know what I mean?" Dana quipped. It was actually a little comforting to know that she could be quippy with a half-naked stranger if need be. "Dana Whitaker," she said at last, because it seemed rather ridiculous to be quippy with a half-naked guy in her shower and not at least give him her name.
"Oh, I'm Casey, Casey McCall," Casey said, holding out a hand. Unfortunately—or fortunately—that made the towel, which was already precariously hanging onto his slim hips, slide down a couple of inches. Casey quickly snatched his hand back and readjusted the towel, flushing bright red.
Pairing: Dana Whittaker/Casey McCall, Casey McCall/Lisa McCall
Fic Title: Old Long Since (Auld Lang Syne)
Author: mardia
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/20273
Rating/Warning(s): teen and up
Genre: past fic
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: For the person that requested this pairing for the monthly special requests, I dug through and found this old gem. It's a great background story to the history between Dana and Casey, flushing out their past and characters we never even saw on screen like Lisa. It takes a gorgeous look at why these two could just never get their act together and hook up.
"Um, hi," the guy said at last, holding onto the towel like it was a lifeline. "This may be just a wild shot in the dark, but I'm guessing you're Lisa's roommate."
Dana blinked twice. "That would be a good guess." This would be one of those times where you weren't supposed to look, although how that would be managed was beyond her. When a half-naked, soaking wet, and oh yeah, pretty damned good-looking guy stepped out of your shower when all you were planning to do was brush your teeth—forget looking, the circumstances practically demanded that you stare. "I'm...really hoping you're not a burglar."
"No," the guy said quickly. "No, um...well, you can rest assured, if I was a burglar, which I'm not, I'd be a pretty bad one. What with sticking around the scene of a crime to take a shower."
"I don't know, most burglars aren't exactly known for their mental prowess, you know what I mean?" Dana quipped. It was actually a little comforting to know that she could be quippy with a half-naked stranger if need be. "Dana Whitaker," she said at last, because it seemed rather ridiculous to be quippy with a half-naked guy in her shower and not at least give him her name.
"Oh, I'm Casey, Casey McCall," Casey said, holding out a hand. Unfortunately—or fortunately—that made the towel, which was already precariously hanging onto his slim hips, slide down a couple of inches. Casey quickly snatched his hand back and readjusted the towel, flushing bright red.
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