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helsinkibaby) wrote2008-08-06 07:28 pm
helsinkibaby) wrote2008-08-06 07:28 pm
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I have just been going through all the word docs on my computer to see how many fics I have to upload to my website.
*boggles* For someone who didn't write much this year, there's a lot of them! (Yes, this is what I'm doing instead of packing. Bad me.)
Also, in a worrying related note, I've found a fic I wrote and didn't post. Which wouldn't be the first time, I grant you, but this is a short snappy one and I usually post those fairly quickly. So I figured I'd do it now.
Title: As the Blade Spins
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Sports Night
Pairing: Dan/Natalie
Rating: R
Word Count: 939
The first time that Dan and Natalie make love is the night Michelle Kwan loses the Olympic Gold Medal to Tara Lipinski. Natalie’s shell-shocked, glares at him all day, muttering darkly about him putting the whammy on Michelle, which he finds faintly ridiculous. But when they see the flag being raised, all three women on the podium crying as “The Star Spangled Banner” fills the control room, there are tears streaming down Natalie’s cheeks too, and it’s not funny any more.
He hasn’t seen her cry since she broke up with Jeremy for what she swore was the final time, and he takes her out for a drink to drown her sorrows.
One thing leads to another but they agree it was Olympic sex, and that they must never speak of it again.
>*<*>*<
The second time that Dan and Natalie make love, it’s over a year later, and it’s not Olympic sex. The last two in the office, he finds her looking at a tape that she refused to view when they aired it; she’d felt so strongly that she’d actually walked out of the room. He doesn’t speak, just sits beside her and takes her hand as the blurry skating-mom-taping-practice that they’ve seen a hundred times from a hundred rinks turns into anything but mundane.
His grip tightens as the lift begins, and when the girl starts to fall, even though she knows what she’s going to see, Natalie stifles a scream. She keeps watching, transfixed, until the camera drops to the side, forgotten and the tapes turns to black and all that can be heard are screams and panic and Natalie’s sobs.
Then she is in his arms and she is shaking, and the only thing he can think to do is calm her down, take her home.
Once there, she’s shaking in his arms again, but for entirely different reasons.
>*<*>*<
The third time it happens, they are in Nice, France for the World Figure Skating Championships and Natalie’s just done her first piece to camera on what is surely the strangest men’s skating competition ever. There was so much slipping and sliding that he’d wondered if there was something wrong with the ice, especially after the pairs the previous evening, but where Natalie had been near tears then (memories of a video tape far too close for comfort), after the men’s medal ceremony, she’d been elated.
“An American got a medal, Elvis got the silver, and the sight of Alexei Mishin practically hanging over the boards, screaming at Plushenko… I can’t believe my first time on camera is reporting all that!”
She’s practically glowing, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look more beautiful. “Enjoy it Nat,” he tells her and she turns to him with a look that’s unmistakable.
“Champagne?” she suggests, and he grins.
“Oh, I think so.”
They order from room service and drink it in between rounds of lovemaking, apart from the measure that he laps from her skin as she arches against him.
From that day on, every time he sees champagne, he thinks of that moment.
>*<*>*<
He stops counting after that, because after that they are officially together and it just seems tacky. He loses count after the first couple of days anyway.
>*<*>*<
Two years later, they’re in Salt Lake City, and even though Natalie’s been an on-camera reporter for as long as they’ve been together, this is her first Olympics and she’s glowing again, just like that night in Nice. They’ve come a long way; so has she, and he’s never been more proud of her than during the piece she did in the immediate aftermath of the pairs long program. The crowd are still booing, commentators are speechless in a dozen languages, and Dan knows that, as a fan, Natalie’s got to be spitting feathers.
Not that you’d know it from the way she talked on camera though – she’s reasonable, balanced, talks of the merits of both programs while mentioning the rumours that are already floating around about deals being made. She is the consummate professional, and he’s never loved her more.
He tells her so when they finally get back to their room in the wee small hours of the morning, trying to steal a few hours of normality before the biggest story that she’s ever covered erupts around them. “You were amazing,” he tells her as they lie together breathless, and she turns a flirty grin on him, lifts one eyebrow. “I meant reporting,” he clarifies, and she lifts the other eyebrow in response. Giving in, he shrugs, “OK, so I meant both.”
She laughs, snuggles against his chest. “We should start our own show,” she tells him. “Hurley and Rydell…As the Blade Spins…” When he says nothing, she pulls back slightly, looks up at him. “We can do Rydell and Hurley if it means that much to you”
“How about Rydell and Rydell?” The words are out before he can even think about them, and when they register with Natalie, her jaw drops.
“Are you serious?” When he nods, there’s another long silence. Then his heart drops as she clambers out of bed, pulling a sheet around her. He hears her speak as if from far away, and when the words reach his brain, they make no sense. “Come on,” she says again, gesturing between him and the floor. “Get out of bed.”
“Why…”
He stops when she smiles, even though her tone of voice is almost Dana-like. “I’m not telling people that you proposed to me in bed. Get up!”
He knows he looks ridiculous, but when she says yes, he doesn’t care.
*boggles* For someone who didn't write much this year, there's a lot of them! (Yes, this is what I'm doing instead of packing. Bad me.)
Also, in a worrying related note, I've found a fic I wrote and didn't post. Which wouldn't be the first time, I grant you, but this is a short snappy one and I usually post those fairly quickly. So I figured I'd do it now.
Title: As the Blade Spins
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Sports Night
Pairing: Dan/Natalie
Rating: R
Word Count: 939
The first time that Dan and Natalie make love is the night Michelle Kwan loses the Olympic Gold Medal to Tara Lipinski. Natalie’s shell-shocked, glares at him all day, muttering darkly about him putting the whammy on Michelle, which he finds faintly ridiculous. But when they see the flag being raised, all three women on the podium crying as “The Star Spangled Banner” fills the control room, there are tears streaming down Natalie’s cheeks too, and it’s not funny any more.
He hasn’t seen her cry since she broke up with Jeremy for what she swore was the final time, and he takes her out for a drink to drown her sorrows.
One thing leads to another but they agree it was Olympic sex, and that they must never speak of it again.
>*<*>*<
The second time that Dan and Natalie make love, it’s over a year later, and it’s not Olympic sex. The last two in the office, he finds her looking at a tape that she refused to view when they aired it; she’d felt so strongly that she’d actually walked out of the room. He doesn’t speak, just sits beside her and takes her hand as the blurry skating-mom-taping-practice that they’ve seen a hundred times from a hundred rinks turns into anything but mundane.
His grip tightens as the lift begins, and when the girl starts to fall, even though she knows what she’s going to see, Natalie stifles a scream. She keeps watching, transfixed, until the camera drops to the side, forgotten and the tapes turns to black and all that can be heard are screams and panic and Natalie’s sobs.
Then she is in his arms and she is shaking, and the only thing he can think to do is calm her down, take her home.
Once there, she’s shaking in his arms again, but for entirely different reasons.
>*<*>*<
The third time it happens, they are in Nice, France for the World Figure Skating Championships and Natalie’s just done her first piece to camera on what is surely the strangest men’s skating competition ever. There was so much slipping and sliding that he’d wondered if there was something wrong with the ice, especially after the pairs the previous evening, but where Natalie had been near tears then (memories of a video tape far too close for comfort), after the men’s medal ceremony, she’d been elated.
“An American got a medal, Elvis got the silver, and the sight of Alexei Mishin practically hanging over the boards, screaming at Plushenko… I can’t believe my first time on camera is reporting all that!”
She’s practically glowing, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look more beautiful. “Enjoy it Nat,” he tells her and she turns to him with a look that’s unmistakable.
“Champagne?” she suggests, and he grins.
“Oh, I think so.”
They order from room service and drink it in between rounds of lovemaking, apart from the measure that he laps from her skin as she arches against him.
From that day on, every time he sees champagne, he thinks of that moment.
>*<*>*<
He stops counting after that, because after that they are officially together and it just seems tacky. He loses count after the first couple of days anyway.
>*<*>*<
Two years later, they’re in Salt Lake City, and even though Natalie’s been an on-camera reporter for as long as they’ve been together, this is her first Olympics and she’s glowing again, just like that night in Nice. They’ve come a long way; so has she, and he’s never been more proud of her than during the piece she did in the immediate aftermath of the pairs long program. The crowd are still booing, commentators are speechless in a dozen languages, and Dan knows that, as a fan, Natalie’s got to be spitting feathers.
Not that you’d know it from the way she talked on camera though – she’s reasonable, balanced, talks of the merits of both programs while mentioning the rumours that are already floating around about deals being made. She is the consummate professional, and he’s never loved her more.
He tells her so when they finally get back to their room in the wee small hours of the morning, trying to steal a few hours of normality before the biggest story that she’s ever covered erupts around them. “You were amazing,” he tells her as they lie together breathless, and she turns a flirty grin on him, lifts one eyebrow. “I meant reporting,” he clarifies, and she lifts the other eyebrow in response. Giving in, he shrugs, “OK, so I meant both.”
She laughs, snuggles against his chest. “We should start our own show,” she tells him. “Hurley and Rydell…As the Blade Spins…” When he says nothing, she pulls back slightly, looks up at him. “We can do Rydell and Hurley if it means that much to you”
“How about Rydell and Rydell?” The words are out before he can even think about them, and when they register with Natalie, her jaw drops.
“Are you serious?” When he nods, there’s another long silence. Then his heart drops as she clambers out of bed, pulling a sheet around her. He hears her speak as if from far away, and when the words reach his brain, they make no sense. “Come on,” she says again, gesturing between him and the floor. “Get out of bed.”
“Why…”
He stops when she smiles, even though her tone of voice is almost Dana-like. “I’m not telling people that you proposed to me in bed. Get up!”
He knows he looks ridiculous, but when she says yes, he doesn’t care.