Oct 01, 2006 11:19
I watched 3 episodes of The Sentinel back-to-back last night, and this is the result.
Brief synopsis of the show: Jim is a detective with enhanced senses of sight, touch, hearing, smell and taste. Blair is the graduate student in anthropology who is helping him explore and learn to control his abilities.
The slashiness abounds. Blair's place gets blown up and he moves into Jim's loft for a week. Three years later he's still there. They work together, live together, cook for each other, touch each other constantly, hate each other's girlfriends...okay, yes, some of them are psychopathic criminals, but you get the point.
And for the Jack/Daniel lovers: Jim is older, and ex-military while Blair is a long-haired scientist. We know that combination works, right?
This is about 400 words, First Time, rated PG-13.
AT DAY’S END
As soon as they got home from the station, Jim collapsed onto the couch and let his head sink back. Blair put the mail and the evening paper down on the coffee table and frowned as he looked down at his partner. "Crappy day, huh?" he said.
"Crappy day," Jim agreed wearily. He let his eyes slide shut.
"So we should do something, man," Blair urged. Jim opened his eyes and looked at him blankly. "You know. Something to make ourselves feel better."
"Such as?"
"I don't know," Blair said. "Something!" Jim rolled his eyes. "Come on, Jim! Sex, drugs, rock and roll? Something to get the blood pumping again!" Blair made little jabbing motions with his hands and grinned enticingly.
Jim's eyes closed again. "I'm a police officer."
"So, okay, no drugs," Blair shrugged. "But, rock and roll? Let's see..." He knelt beside the table and opened up the newspaper, pushing his hair back behind his ear. Pages rattled, Blair mumbled. "Crap! I can't believe there isn't a single concert playing anywhere in town!" He looked up towards Jim. "But, hey! I'll bet there's live music lots of places. We might have to do some pub crawling to find something we'd like, but..."
Jim was shaking his head, eyes still shut. "I don't feel like going out anyway."
"Well, that just leaves sex," Blair pointed out. Jim's eyes opened, and his head tilted forward. Blair licked his lips, feeling his face flush. "Yeah. Never mind." He rose quickly to his feet. "I'm going to go take a shower, man." Jim's eyes were on him, strangely intent. Blair hurried around the arm of the sofa, heading for the bathroom. There was a scuffling noise behind him, and suddenly Jim was blocking his way. Blair stared up at him, his jaw dropping.
"Guess what, Chief?" Jim asked, sounding more than a little breathless. Blair's lips moved soundlessly. Jim began to smile, his eyes sparkling. "My blood's pumping now."
"Oh!"
Jim nodded, eyebrows arched knowingly. "So's yours."
Blair swallowed hard. “Using your Sentinel senses on me? That’s so not fair, man,” he protested weakly.
“I don’t need to.” Jim reached out and cupped Blair’s face in his hand. “I know you,” he said softly.
After a few seconds, Blair’s teeth flashed in a shy grin. “Want to get to know me better?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jim moved closer. He looked into Blair‘s eyes. “Absolutely.”
“Awesome,” Blair breathed as Jim’s mouth descended on his.
THE END
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