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callistosh65.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-03-30 07:10 pm
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All I Want For Christmas by Veronica (PG)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 2,600
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veronicaluv
Author Website: aithine
Why this must be read: Because I thought I might end my month of recs with the gal who got me here hook, line and sinker in the first place. You can’t not love Jim and Blair after you read them written by Veronica, it’s as simple as that. This is the only fandom I’ve ever gone into fic first, and she’s basically why.
There are many reasons to read Veronica’s stories, but maybe the top two are that a) she writes a kiss like no other writer I know, and b) she gets inside Jim and Blair’s hearts and souls with the sweetest banter ever.
This one’s all about a pair of gloves Blair doesn’t have, and a cold, cold stakeout in the truck just before Christmas..
Trust me, nothing warms the heart in a cold March like Christmas fic this good.
*******
"Go ahead," he said, turning his attention back to the warehouse. "You know you want to."
"Want to what?"
"Tear me a new one for coming out on a stakeout without the proper gear."
"C'mon, that's not true—"
"Oh, please. Here, let me do it for you." Blair cleared his throat, shoving his bare hands deeper into the pockets of his corduroy coat. "'What the hell, Sandburg? Who the hell comes out on stakeout in late December without his damn gloves?' Then I'd answer with, 'There's a perfectly good explanation if you'd care to hear it instead of just getting all glare-y with me.' Uh, you do know that never works, right? And then you'd say, 'Quit trying to change the subject,' and I'd say, 'I wasn't, I was trying to explain,' and then you'd huff and pout and cross your arms and then you'd never hear the story. How'd I do?"
Despite himself, Jim felt a smile tugging at his lips, but he covered it with his own gloved hand. "You left out the part where I call you a moron, but since you've got possession of the Thermos, I figure we'll stick with the abbreviated version."
"Damn, Simon was wrong."
"Wrong about what?"
"You are trainable."
*******
All I Want For Christmas
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 2,600
Author on LJ:
veronicaluvAuthor Website: aithine
Why this must be read: Because I thought I might end my month of recs with the gal who got me here hook, line and sinker in the first place. You can’t not love Jim and Blair after you read them written by Veronica, it’s as simple as that. This is the only fandom I’ve ever gone into fic first, and she’s basically why.
There are many reasons to read Veronica’s stories, but maybe the top two are that a) she writes a kiss like no other writer I know, and b) she gets inside Jim and Blair’s hearts and souls with the sweetest banter ever.
This one’s all about a pair of gloves Blair doesn’t have, and a cold, cold stakeout in the truck just before Christmas..
Trust me, nothing warms the heart in a cold March like Christmas fic this good.
*******
"Go ahead," he said, turning his attention back to the warehouse. "You know you want to."
"Want to what?"
"Tear me a new one for coming out on a stakeout without the proper gear."
"C'mon, that's not true—"
"Oh, please. Here, let me do it for you." Blair cleared his throat, shoving his bare hands deeper into the pockets of his corduroy coat. "'What the hell, Sandburg? Who the hell comes out on stakeout in late December without his damn gloves?' Then I'd answer with, 'There's a perfectly good explanation if you'd care to hear it instead of just getting all glare-y with me.' Uh, you do know that never works, right? And then you'd say, 'Quit trying to change the subject,' and I'd say, 'I wasn't, I was trying to explain,' and then you'd huff and pout and cross your arms and then you'd never hear the story. How'd I do?"
Despite himself, Jim felt a smile tugging at his lips, but he covered it with his own gloved hand. "You left out the part where I call you a moron, but since you've got possession of the Thermos, I figure we'll stick with the abbreviated version."
"Damn, Simon was wrong."
"Wrong about what?"
"You are trainable."
*******
All I Want For Christmas
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