Points of Perspective

By:  Elizabeth Dunn

Disclaimer:  They're not mine, they never will me mine.  No animals were harmed in the writing of this.

Author's note:  This is the second in what is rapidly becoming a series.  I still have no beta reader, so any stupidity in this comes directly from me and no one else shall bear the blame.

Feedback:  Yeah, it's always good.  Just try to go easy on any flames.

Points of Perspective

The show was good.

All things considered, the show had actually gone good.  Of course that didn't stop Casey from running out of the studio as soon as the show ended.  Dan sat at the anchor desk, amazed by Casey's speed in getting out of the room.  By the time he himself got to the office, Casey was already packed up and in his jacket, just about to walk out the door.  Dan stood in the doorway blocking his path.  "Case, we need to talk."

"No.  I need to go home and get some sleep and I bet you do too."

"I really think we need to talk about this."

"Then talk.  Let me know how it comes out."  He stepped forward to push Dan out of his way.  Dan stood his ground, pushing Casey back into the office and shutting the door.

"Casey, sit."

"Want me to fetch, beg, and play dead too?"

"If you don't sit down, you'll be begging for me not to kill you."

"Fine."  He sat down.  "Now what?  You seem to be the one calling the shots."

"Glad you finally figured that out.  Now we talk."

"About what?"

"Jesus, Case.  What do you think?"

"The Super Bowl betting pool already?"

"Not that.  You know what."

"Danny, I see no need to talk about it."

"I do."

"It's nothing.  The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can see sanity again."

"Casey, you love me.  How do you expect me to ignore that?"

"Wishful thinking."

"Casey...."

"Look Danny, I never anticipated having this conversation with you.  If life was perfect you never would've known."

"You weren't going to tell me?"

"No."

"Why?"

Casey sighed.  "Because I didn't think you could handle hearing it and I know that I couldn't handle possibly losing you."

"Why would you think that?"

"I didn't know, had no way of knowing, still don't know, how you'd react.  If you'd flee in panic or not.  I refuse to lose my best friend over something I've been able to live with for a while now."

"Still don't know?  What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean, Dan, is that I has of yet to hear how you feel about this.  All you've wanted to do is discuss it to death.  How do you feel, Danny?"

"I...I...."

"I thought so."

Dan took out the sketch that he had saved and stared at it.  "It's a lot to absorb."

"I know."

"Case, I don't want to hurt you."

He smiled at Dan sadly.  "The only way you'd ever truly hurt me is by not being honest about your feelings."

"I need time, Case."

"I know.  And that's why I'm leaving now, to give you that time."  He paused by Dan's desk and looked at the drawing.  "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Do you mind if I keep it?"  Dan grinned at him sheepishly.  "It's very good."

"Sure keep it.  It's not like I have others."  And on that note he walked out the door, leaving a shocked Dan behind.

Dan was stretched out on the couch in his apartment.  He had tried to go to bed, but all he could think of was Casey.  Every smile they had ever shared, all the tears he had cried on his shoulder.  When he thought about it. That in itself was odd.  Dan never cried in front of anyone, but somehow it had seemed natural with Casey.  Maybe that right there told him more than anything else could.  He sat up in shock.

/Do I love him?  Do I really love Casey? /  Dan sat thinking.  Thinking of everything.  But most of all, thinking of how he had felt when he discovered that Casey loved him.  He had felt shocked, sure, but it hadn't felt bad.   No, as a matter of fact it had felt good.  Right.  /Shit! I do love him.  Oh, man, this is weird. /  Dan stood up and walked over to the phone, forgetting that it was the middle of the night. He had to call Casey, tell him.

Casey picked up the phone on the tenth ring.  "'Lo?" he grunted.

"Case, it's Danny."

"*Danny*?  It's four in the morning.  What can be so important as to call now?"  Casey was awake now, and mad at being woken up.

"I had to talk to you."

"So talk."

"I can't-not on the phone.  I need to see you."

"You'll see me at work in the morning.  Later in the morning I should say."

"It can't wait."

"I should've known."

"Case, can I come over?  I-"

"Have to talk to me, I know."  A pause.  "I suppose so.  It's obvious you're not going to let me sleep anyway."

"That's right.  I'm on my way." 

"Can't wait."  Casey found himself talking to a dead line.  "Great," he said to no one in particular, and got up.  If Dan was so insistent about talking to him, then the least he could do was be functioning when Dan showed up.

The End (for now...more to come I'm sure.)