Sentinel Fic: The Sandburg Journals
Series Title: The Sandburg Journals
Fandom: The Sentinel
pairing: pre-slash Jim/Blair, eventually slash if and when the boys get a clue
rating: not even PG so far but we can only hope that it will get racier
Summary: A series of short glimpses into Blair Sandburg's life after "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg."
Warnings: Beware cliffhangers, angst, and rambling
Follow the tag to the previous parts
Monday
I know Jim didn't mean "over his dead body" literally, but I'm considering it as an option. He's worse than a hen with one chick!
First Jim decided that since I can't possibly afford to keep an apartment in both Cascade and Vancouver, I can't move out of the loft. Then Jim put in for leave to go to Vancouver with me for the first two weeks. He figures that will be enough time to make sure that I won't get kidnaped and cause an international incident.
I half expect Jim to produce rap sheets for the entire production crew -- if he hasn't already done it.
I wasn't amused. Jim gets into as much trouble as I ever did. Albeit, his trouble usually comes with red hair, big breasts and long legs. Or old friends who have axes to grind.
Okay, I'll admit that I've had my own share of my past coming back to bite me on the ass. But my ex-girl friends don't usually end up in the morgue.
And for some reason Jim took an instant dislike to Greg when he dropped into Cascade to discuss ideas for the first arc of the new series (I hope Greg and TPTB settle on a name for the show soon. I'm partial to "The Observer" myself).
I haven't seen Jim that rude since the last time the FBI tried to take over one of his cases.
Fandom: The Sentinel
pairing: pre-slash Jim/Blair, eventually slash if and when the boys get a clue
rating: not even PG so far but we can only hope that it will get racier
Summary: A series of short glimpses into Blair Sandburg's life after "The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg."
Warnings: Beware cliffhangers, angst, and rambling
Follow the tag to the previous parts
Monday
I know Jim didn't mean "over his dead body" literally, but I'm considering it as an option. He's worse than a hen with one chick!
First Jim decided that since I can't possibly afford to keep an apartment in both Cascade and Vancouver, I can't move out of the loft. Then Jim put in for leave to go to Vancouver with me for the first two weeks. He figures that will be enough time to make sure that I won't get kidnaped and cause an international incident.
I half expect Jim to produce rap sheets for the entire production crew -- if he hasn't already done it.
I wasn't amused. Jim gets into as much trouble as I ever did. Albeit, his trouble usually comes with red hair, big breasts and long legs. Or old friends who have axes to grind.
Okay, I'll admit that I've had my own share of my past coming back to bite me on the ass. But my ex-girl friends don't usually end up in the morgue.
And for some reason Jim took an instant dislike to Greg when he dropped into Cascade to discuss ideas for the first arc of the new series (I hope Greg and TPTB settle on a name for the show soon. I'm partial to "The Observer" myself).
I haven't seen Jim that rude since the last time the FBI tried to take over one of his cases.