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crack_van2007-05-28 01:03 am
It Happened One Night by Penelope Whistle (NC17)
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: N/A (Her two Senfics are archived at 852 Prospect)
Why this must be read: I love Senfics with great Jim-Blair dialogue and this one delivers. Blair asks Jim a question that seemingly comfirms Jim's fears that Blair doesn't know him at all. He's hurt, disappointed and angry. Thus begins a conversation which leads to a sort of "truth or dare" game but without the dare. And it's no game. This fic is smart, a tad hurty, very fricking funny in places and ultimately very romantic in a nice, non-schmoopy guy way. Enjoy.
Excerpt:"I'm thinking. Okay, okay, I've got it." Blair cleared his throat and intoned, "Nummmmber Five of the top five things I don't want Jim Ellison to know-- You better be thinking, Ellison, because this is a good one. Ready?" Eyes twinkling. "Okay. I do not have a single feeble clue about what I'm doing with the sentinel business. And--" Mouth drooping. "I live in fear that I'm going to fail you in some way." He looked down, then up again. "That last was the real one."
"I know." Jim rubbed a foot against Blair's hip.
"What's your Number Five?" Blair asked.
"How do you know the difference between--say--Number Four and Number Five? How do you even know there is a Number Anything?"
"I hope you're not stalling, man, because that's the tactic of a weenie chicken-shit poltroon, okay?"
"Well, excuse me all to hell, Mighty Joe Young of the touchy- feely brigade. And what the fuck's a poltroon?"
"A poltroon's a thorough-going candy-ass coward, which you are about to be dubbed unless I hear a Number Five real fast." He took a good look at the man opposite and added, "You just say what's there, Jim. The mind's more like a computer than we'd like to think. I'm gonna cue you up, and you simply say what's there to say. Okay?" He cleared his throat. "And Number Five of the top five things Jim Ellison does not want to tell Blair Sandburg is--"
It Happened One Night