Cazzie Oneshots

Open Skate

                                     By: Fleurlb

Izzie was driving them around aimlessly, when Casey realized where they were.

"Oh, turn here," she said, pointing to a narrow, dimly-lit road that curved off into what looked like nothingness. Trees lined the road and formed what looked in the dark like an ominous arch.

Izzie wrinkled her nose and frowned. "Here? What are you, a serial killer? Is this where you leave me for dead?"

"Nah, look around. Waaay too many witnesses," joked Casey.

Izzie shrugged and turned on the blinker, then eased the car onto the narrow road and followed it around to a long, hangar-like building and a brightly lit parking lot that was half-full of minivans. "Forestwood Ice Skating Rink. How'd you even know it was here?"

"Believe it or not, I took figure skating lessons for two years." Casey leaned back in her seat and regarded the building with a nostalgic grin.

"I'm not sure I can believe it." Izzie parked between a minivan and a station wagon.

"It's true. Elsa wanted to dress me up in sparkly dresses with the puffy skirts, but that was never happening. Figure skating was her clever loophole."

Izzie leaned against the door and looked over the Casey. "Did you like it?"

"Not really. Definitely hated the dresses. But I loved going fast. And I wanted to play hockey."

"I can see your dad going for that."

"He did. He even built a rink in the backyard one winter, but I went a little too fast one day and gave myself a concussion. Elsa freaked out and that was the end of that." Casey's smile was rueful.

"I've never been ice skating."

"No way. We have to fix that!" Casey looked at the clock on the dashboard and then craned her neck to examine the sign in front of the rink. "Look, we're just in time for the open skate."

"I don't know about this, Newton. Seems like a good way to break a leg. Crowley will kill us if we hurt ourselves ice skating."

Casey puffed out a breath and rolled her eyes. "What Crowley doesn't know won't hurt her."

Izzie laughed. "But I have no idea what I'm doing. And I'm afraid to fall."

"I won't let you fall," promised Casey as she reached out for Izzie's hand. A moment passed between them and Izzie leaned forward for a quick kiss.

"Or we can just sit here and do this." Casey smiled against Izzie's lips.

"We can do this later. You've convince me to try ice skating. Let's go before I change my mind." Izzie pulled back and grinned, and Casey knew she'd follow her anywhere.

--//--

Casey led Izzie, wobbling on the skates, over to the entry of the rink. Little kids darted past them, and Izzie clutched Casey's hand.

"Newton, I'm really not sure about this. Maybe you go around a few times, show me how it's done. And I'll wait right here. On solid ground."

Casey opened her mouth to protest, then changed her mind. It had been a while since she'd been ice skating. It probably wasn't a bad idea for her to make sure she remembered what she was doing. She squeezed Izzie's hand before letting go.

"All right, that sounds like a good plan. You're going to be jealous of all the fun I'm having and want to join me in no time."

Izzie gave her a little wave and stepped past the entry to stand on the rail. Casey stepped up onto the ice and narrowly missed colliding with a kid in a hockey helmet. She dodged him gracefully and started gliding on the ice as though her last lesson had been a few days ago instead of more than half her life.