Anniversary

by Sheffield

There was an elephant in the living room.  Jim stayed cool, making like he was ignoring it, while inside his combat brain worked overtime.  He tossed his keys in the basket, his jacket on the hook.  Because what are you going to do, really, in the end?  It's an elephant.

Although… using his detective skills… it was actually ( Read more... )

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"I told you I could do it!" Sandburg bellowed, glaring.
"Yeah, well, I told you, so could I," Ellison bellowed back.
"Moron! No-one was going to believe you were a civilian observer! You look COP when you're asleep. If we sliced you and diced you it would say COP on the little pieces. I bet it says COP on your underwear."
"It says Calvin Klein on ( Read more... )

Another piece previously posted to the sentinelangst list.  Warning for mention of child abuse.

Noodles

By

Sheffield

"You're going to jail, Webber," Jim Ellison said, stonefaced.

Webber carried on looking straight ahead, that irritating little smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh yes, we know who you are. Didn't expect that? We know all about you, and ( Read more... )

Hairboy by Sheffield

His mother spit on her hanky and started to wipe his face and rearrange his hair. The stumps of his antennae felt funny when anyone touched them so he squirmed out of her grasp with a long-suffering "Nooooomi!"

His mother, the last of the flower children, (whom he called "Rainbow" when he was happy and, sturdily, "Naomi" when he ( Read more... )

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"This is a bad, bad plan."

Jim couldn't settle.  He had walked the perimeter twenty seven times so far - Blair had counted.  Blair, however, sat in the middle of the warehouse on the most comfortable chair he could find and split his concentration between watching that fine ass prowling and on controlling his own breathing.  In... out... in... ( Read more... )

An hour later

"So let me get this straight.  You're not psycho.  You're not a looney. You're from the future - one possible future - and you're back here to rescue me from an unstoppable killer sent from the future because I'm going to..."

"Discover the philosophies on which our whole society is based, align the planets and create universal harmony ( Read more... )

Carrying on posting stories that have been shared with mailing lists but not previously posted, this one was posted in a Gen version on the sentinelangst list, but there's a slash version up at 852 Prospect.  Or you can read it here: those of you who don't read slash may find you can take it - it's about as non-graphic as you can get!  In three ( Read more... )

If Jim was in charge, and in his right mind, then nothing too bad could be
going to happen. So why the gag? That was the key. What would happen if
he, Blair, could talk to Jim?

Then they came back, and there was no more time for questions. It was the
flex-cuffs and the blindfold again, and then another seatbelt in another
car. "Hey, Chief. You OK?"
Jim's ( Read more... )

this one was previously posted to the Sentinelangst list and needs a "partner betrayal" warning.

Sniper
by
Sheffield

He came home early from Rainier. His two o'clock had been cancelled and his
four o'clock meeting had been moved up to Thursday so he suddenly,
unexpectedly, had an entire afternoon to himself. He was burdened with the
usual backpack of ( Read more... )

Standing Orders

By

Sheffield

"You really need to alter my grade, Doc."

"Like I said in class, there are three topics you can use for extra credit assignments and there's a tutor group for the exams…"

"Look, I just need a lousy C to keep my average.  Just give me the C and I'll walk away, OK, runt?"

Dr Blair Sandburg looked up from his books and ( Read more... )