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lky (PG -13)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Length: 4 parts
Author on LJ:lky
Author Website: http://www.truthtrek.com/lky/index.html
Why this must be read:
This is kidfic with a twist. What I love about it is that kidBlair isn't overly cutesie and Jim is adorably bewildered and out of his depth with a mini version of his guide in place of the one he's come to rely on.The slug scene is worth the price of admission alone.
"Hello?" Simon walked into the seemingly empty cabin and admired the roomy space. He could smell lasagna baking. A floor puzzle sat abandoned, half completed on the floor next to a large bookshelf, the coffee table had a coloring book and spilled box of crayons and a small bin of Legos spilled out next to a brownish-red recliner. "Jim?"
"In the kitchen, Simon!" came the answer.
Frowning at Jim's strange tone, Simon dropped his luggage and entered a cheerful kitchen decorated in a nineteen-fifty diner motif. Jim held Blair with arm around the boy's waist. Both were facing the kitchen sink. Water flowed from the tap and Blair's hands worked up a lather as they scrubbed together.
Jim turned to one side, his face pinched with disgust as he dry heaved.
"What the..." Simon rushed over, expecting the worse. It took a lot to make the ex-ranger retch. "What's wrong? Is he hurt? Let me see."
"Hi, Capt'n Simon." Blair turned, his mouth and chin glistening.
"Oh, God, Simon," Jim muttered miserably. "Take him. Take him, please."
Simon accepted the boy and watched Jim whip a dishcloth off a hook and start wiping at Blair's face. Amazingly, he turned to dry heave into the sink.
"Would one of you tell me what the devil is going on?" Simon demanded as he realized Blair was a happy and healthy five year-old.
"I... he..." Jim's face was green as he glanced at his dishtowel, folded it once and went back to wiping Blair's face. "Isweartogodhewasonlyoutofsighttwominutes."
Another retch.
Simon caught sight of an oddly tubular, yellow-greenish thing in the sink and was able to put the clues together.
"Blair," Simon asked, turning to sit the boy on the counter's edge and taking the towel from Jim's shaking hands. "You didn't try to eat a slug, did you?"
Blair shook his head. "Nah, I just licked it. Jim's wrong. It don't taste nothing like bananas."
Jim ran into a small bathroom and slammed the door.
Raising The Shaman
Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Length: 4 parts
Author on LJ:
lkyAuthor Website: http://www.truthtrek.com/lky/index.html
Why this must be read:
This is kidfic with a twist. What I love about it is that kidBlair isn't overly cutesie and Jim is adorably bewildered and out of his depth with a mini version of his guide in place of the one he's come to rely on.The slug scene is worth the price of admission alone.
"Hello?" Simon walked into the seemingly empty cabin and admired the roomy space. He could smell lasagna baking. A floor puzzle sat abandoned, half completed on the floor next to a large bookshelf, the coffee table had a coloring book and spilled box of crayons and a small bin of Legos spilled out next to a brownish-red recliner. "Jim?"
"In the kitchen, Simon!" came the answer.
Frowning at Jim's strange tone, Simon dropped his luggage and entered a cheerful kitchen decorated in a nineteen-fifty diner motif. Jim held Blair with arm around the boy's waist. Both were facing the kitchen sink. Water flowed from the tap and Blair's hands worked up a lather as they scrubbed together.
Jim turned to one side, his face pinched with disgust as he dry heaved.
"What the..." Simon rushed over, expecting the worse. It took a lot to make the ex-ranger retch. "What's wrong? Is he hurt? Let me see."
"Hi, Capt'n Simon." Blair turned, his mouth and chin glistening.
"Oh, God, Simon," Jim muttered miserably. "Take him. Take him, please."
Simon accepted the boy and watched Jim whip a dishcloth off a hook and start wiping at Blair's face. Amazingly, he turned to dry heave into the sink.
"Would one of you tell me what the devil is going on?" Simon demanded as he realized Blair was a happy and healthy five year-old.
"I... he..." Jim's face was green as he glanced at his dishtowel, folded it once and went back to wiping Blair's face. "Isweartogodhewasonlyoutofsighttwominutes."
Another retch.
Simon caught sight of an oddly tubular, yellow-greenish thing in the sink and was able to put the clues together.
"Blair," Simon asked, turning to sit the boy on the counter's edge and taking the towel from Jim's shaking hands. "You didn't try to eat a slug, did you?"
Blair shook his head. "Nah, I just licked it. Jim's wrong. It don't taste nothing like bananas."
Jim ran into a small bathroom and slammed the door.
Raising The Shaman