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Entry tags:
High by Krossero (Adult)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Characters Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg,
Length 2338 words
Author's Warning none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
krossero
Author's website: Author's page at Artifact Storage Room 3
Summary :
Some things can be even more addicting than drugs.
Why this must be read Jim and Blair are having a relaxing day off, just kind of lazily doing some errands but when Jim's mood goes from relaxed to grumpy, Blair gets pushy about finding out why. The story has a casual feel, until it doesn't. And that's a good thing.
* * *
“Hey, Jim, what’s up? You with me, here?”
Jim lifted his eyes long enough to meet Blair’s. “Did you and this Terry used to date?”
What? “Huh? Where did that come from?”
Jim shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know--seems to me that pretty much every ‘old friend’ of yours turns out to be either an ex or a future prospect. Just trying to figure out which one this was.”
Jeez! Why did Jim sound so bitter? “Jealous, Jim?” he laughed, wondering what had gotten into his friend..
“Hardly,” Jim said dryly. “It just seems safer to get what information I can. Knowing the type you tend to attract, that is.”
Blair rolled his eyes. “Would you just let that drop, man? It happened once. And do I need to remind you about Laura?”
Jim scowled. Hah! Blair thought. That put him in his place. “That was because of my senses, you know that. And you didn’t answer the question.”
Oh, great. Jim was probably thinking of running a background check on poor Terry. Not that Iris hadn’t deserved it, but this was another story. “No, Jim, Terry and I never dated. We were just friends. Besides, Terry’s a guy.” Though that didn’t actually matter to Blair. Jim didn’t need to know that.
For some reason, that didn’t seem to appease Jim. Instead, his frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything.
After giving Jim a long look, trying to figure out what he’d done, if anything, Blair went back to his e-mail.
Junk, junk, an e-mail from a student asking for *another* extension (junk), a college-wide e-mail about new security measures being put into place. Not surprising after the recent murders. Nothing else, except a reminder that all grades for the past semester were due in a week. Ha. Blair had already done them, early for once.
“All right, I think I’m done here, if you wanna go.”
“Fine.” Jim was still upset about something, that much was immediately obvious. His arms were crossed and his jaw muscle was jumping. He didn’t look at Blair as he spoke, instead choosing to make eye contact with the wall over Blair’s shoulder.
Okaay. “What’s wrong, Jim?” he asked, hoping that whatever it was, Jim would get over it quickly. They’d been having a good day so far, and with Jim’s job, that was a rare thing. Usually by now, there would be at least one serial killer after them.
“Nothing’s wrong, Sandburg. Let’s go.”
“Bullshit.” Blair settled back in his chair. He’d wait if he had to, but he refused to let Jim be an asshole for no reason at all. Usually there was a pretty good one.
Jim, undaunted, sat in a chair across from Blair and said, “There’s nothing wrong. Leave it be.”
Blair shook his head. “No. I want to know why all of a sudden, you’re acting like a total ass. What the hell pissed you off?”
“Nothing’s pissed me off. I’m fine. Can we go?”
Yeah, right. Like that would work. “Jim.”
Apparently something of Blair’s determination showed, because Jim took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “I’m not pissed, or at least not at you. Just frustrated, really. Sorry.”
Wow. An apology. Jim must really not want to talk about this. “Frustrated about what, exactly?” Don’t say nothing again, Jim, or I swear…
“It’s nothing big, Chief, I promise. Sorry I was a jerk.” Jim tried fooling him with a smile, and got up from his chair. “Let’s get out of here, huh?”
Blair crossed his legs. “Jim, I’ll wait as long as I have to. I have the patience of a saint. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Jim’s smile dropped as quickly as it had been put on. “Come on, can’t you just drop it? Like I *said*--”
“Yeah, I know. It’s *nothing*. Jim, don’t you think I know better?” And he did. There was nobody he knew better than Jim Ellison.
That seemed to have been the right thing to say, because finally Jim reacted, walking over to Blair and standing over him.
Actually, maybe it had been the wrong thing to say, after all. Blair was pretty sure that Jim was going for intimidating right now, though with Jim standing so close, what Blair was feeling wasn’t exactly *intimidated*. He swallowed tightly.
“Do you, Chief? Do you know better? ‘Cause if you knew what‘s good for you, you *wouldn’t* push me on this.”
Blair was a foolish man, always had been. “I’m pushing, Jim. What’s the matter?”
High by Krossero
Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Characters Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg,
Length 2338 words
Author's Warning none
Author on LJ:
krosseroAuthor's website: Author's page at Artifact Storage Room 3
Summary :
Some things can be even more addicting than drugs.
Why this must be read Jim and Blair are having a relaxing day off, just kind of lazily doing some errands but when Jim's mood goes from relaxed to grumpy, Blair gets pushy about finding out why. The story has a casual feel, until it doesn't. And that's a good thing.
* * *
“Hey, Jim, what’s up? You with me, here?”
Jim lifted his eyes long enough to meet Blair’s. “Did you and this Terry used to date?”
What? “Huh? Where did that come from?”
Jim shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know--seems to me that pretty much every ‘old friend’ of yours turns out to be either an ex or a future prospect. Just trying to figure out which one this was.”
Jeez! Why did Jim sound so bitter? “Jealous, Jim?” he laughed, wondering what had gotten into his friend..
“Hardly,” Jim said dryly. “It just seems safer to get what information I can. Knowing the type you tend to attract, that is.”
Blair rolled his eyes. “Would you just let that drop, man? It happened once. And do I need to remind you about Laura?”
Jim scowled. Hah! Blair thought. That put him in his place. “That was because of my senses, you know that. And you didn’t answer the question.”
Oh, great. Jim was probably thinking of running a background check on poor Terry. Not that Iris hadn’t deserved it, but this was another story. “No, Jim, Terry and I never dated. We were just friends. Besides, Terry’s a guy.” Though that didn’t actually matter to Blair. Jim didn’t need to know that.
For some reason, that didn’t seem to appease Jim. Instead, his frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything.
After giving Jim a long look, trying to figure out what he’d done, if anything, Blair went back to his e-mail.
Junk, junk, an e-mail from a student asking for *another* extension (junk), a college-wide e-mail about new security measures being put into place. Not surprising after the recent murders. Nothing else, except a reminder that all grades for the past semester were due in a week. Ha. Blair had already done them, early for once.
“All right, I think I’m done here, if you wanna go.”
“Fine.” Jim was still upset about something, that much was immediately obvious. His arms were crossed and his jaw muscle was jumping. He didn’t look at Blair as he spoke, instead choosing to make eye contact with the wall over Blair’s shoulder.
Okaay. “What’s wrong, Jim?” he asked, hoping that whatever it was, Jim would get over it quickly. They’d been having a good day so far, and with Jim’s job, that was a rare thing. Usually by now, there would be at least one serial killer after them.
“Nothing’s wrong, Sandburg. Let’s go.”
“Bullshit.” Blair settled back in his chair. He’d wait if he had to, but he refused to let Jim be an asshole for no reason at all. Usually there was a pretty good one.
Jim, undaunted, sat in a chair across from Blair and said, “There’s nothing wrong. Leave it be.”
Blair shook his head. “No. I want to know why all of a sudden, you’re acting like a total ass. What the hell pissed you off?”
“Nothing’s pissed me off. I’m fine. Can we go?”
Yeah, right. Like that would work. “Jim.”
Apparently something of Blair’s determination showed, because Jim took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “I’m not pissed, or at least not at you. Just frustrated, really. Sorry.”
Wow. An apology. Jim must really not want to talk about this. “Frustrated about what, exactly?” Don’t say nothing again, Jim, or I swear…
“It’s nothing big, Chief, I promise. Sorry I was a jerk.” Jim tried fooling him with a smile, and got up from his chair. “Let’s get out of here, huh?”
Blair crossed his legs. “Jim, I’ll wait as long as I have to. I have the patience of a saint. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Jim’s smile dropped as quickly as it had been put on. “Come on, can’t you just drop it? Like I *said*--”
“Yeah, I know. It’s *nothing*. Jim, don’t you think I know better?” And he did. There was nobody he knew better than Jim Ellison.
That seemed to have been the right thing to say, because finally Jim reacted, walking over to Blair and standing over him.
Actually, maybe it had been the wrong thing to say, after all. Blair was pretty sure that Jim was going for intimidating right now, though with Jim standing so close, what Blair was feeling wasn’t exactly *intimidated*. He swallowed tightly.
“Do you, Chief? Do you know better? ‘Cause if you knew what‘s good for you, you *wouldn’t* push me on this.”
Blair was a foolish man, always had been. “I’m pushing, Jim. What’s the matter?”
High by Krossero