I come offering fic
Title: Casablanca
Genre: Studio 60
Rating: Um...G? I guess?
Note: Nothing belongs to me - and I always loved the feeling that Danny and Harriet were good friends outside of the show...especially those last episodes. They just spoke to my belief in their deep friendship.
Cross-posted at itsproductivity
Harriet's back was to the door but she feels his presence as he leaned on the door frame - mostly because he was inept when it came to subtlety - always had been.
"Yes?"
"Really? Again?"
"Yes. I don't know why you care."
"I just don't understand the fascination."
"And you never did."
Harriet turns her attention back to the small television on the folding card-table that doubled as her desk and allows the grainy picture and grainy sound to wash over her. It comforts her in its simplicity, intelligence and subtle beauty.
"For Christ's sake, Harriet! At least watch some Marx brothers - at least your coworkers will understand it." His voice is hitting that decibel that only she, Matt and more often now, Jordan can inspire.
"Danny. When have I ever done what was understandable or expected?" She turns, setting her chin on the arm she has flung across the back of her shabby dressing room couch.
"Yeah but Casablanca? Twenty-four hours of Casablanca every year on the day I made you come interview?" His eyebrows are actually disappearing into his hair.
"You changed my life that day Danny. I choose to reflect on it by watching a movie that criticizes governments - albeit an evil one - the men they breed and honors character above all else in a much classier way than I do every week on our stage, why do you care? Why does it bother you so much?"
"You're so strange." He shakes his head and turns to go.
Harriet grins and takes a long sip of her wine as she watches him saunter back down the hall. She knows Danny accepts her wonderful weirdness. She knows he looks at her sometimes, usually just after she's made a dolphin sound, and thinks her brothers dropped her on her head when she was an infant just to see if she'd bounce. And every year, on this day, he comes and stands in her doorway and mocks her movie choice. Last year and the one before he sent sardonic e-mails and called to tease her over the phone.
Matt may be the love of her life who she will always come back to but Danny is the one who would tell her to get on the plane. Completely platonic of course. He's just a stand-up guy like that.
Genre: Studio 60
Rating: Um...G? I guess?
Note: Nothing belongs to me - and I always loved the feeling that Danny and Harriet were good friends outside of the show...especially those last episodes. They just spoke to my belief in their deep friendship.
Cross-posted at itsproductivity
Harriet's back was to the door but she feels his presence as he leaned on the door frame - mostly because he was inept when it came to subtlety - always had been.
"Yes?"
"Really? Again?"
"Yes. I don't know why you care."
"I just don't understand the fascination."
"And you never did."
Harriet turns her attention back to the small television on the folding card-table that doubled as her desk and allows the grainy picture and grainy sound to wash over her. It comforts her in its simplicity, intelligence and subtle beauty.
"For Christ's sake, Harriet! At least watch some Marx brothers - at least your coworkers will understand it." His voice is hitting that decibel that only she, Matt and more often now, Jordan can inspire.
"Danny. When have I ever done what was understandable or expected?" She turns, setting her chin on the arm she has flung across the back of her shabby dressing room couch.
"Yeah but Casablanca? Twenty-four hours of Casablanca every year on the day I made you come interview?" His eyebrows are actually disappearing into his hair.
"You changed my life that day Danny. I choose to reflect on it by watching a movie that criticizes governments - albeit an evil one - the men they breed and honors character above all else in a much classier way than I do every week on our stage, why do you care? Why does it bother you so much?"
"You're so strange." He shakes his head and turns to go.
Harriet grins and takes a long sip of her wine as she watches him saunter back down the hall. She knows Danny accepts her wonderful weirdness. She knows he looks at her sometimes, usually just after she's made a dolphin sound, and thinks her brothers dropped her on her head when she was an infant just to see if she'd bounce. And every year, on this day, he comes and stands in her doorway and mocks her movie choice. Last year and the one before he sent sardonic e-mails and called to tease her over the phone.
Matt may be the love of her life who she will always come back to but Danny is the one who would tell her to get on the plane. Completely platonic of course. He's just a stand-up guy like that.