And it comes around again...
Our very last Drabble Day for 2013... I say it every year, and every year it is true -- how did it get to be Christmas Eve?! I'm not ready! :-)
Honestly, though, I am *seriously* not ready. Way not ready. The house is still a disaster, we have guests coming for a big Christmas Eve dinner in less than 15 hours & it would be awesome if I slept for at least a few of them, I've only gotten maybe 20% of the wrapping done, etc. But I'm also behind on getting all the reveal stuff ready for tomorrow, and all the Extravaganza posts! OMG... so be aware that while I will post the reveal stuff on the 25th, New York time, it's not going to be one minute into Christmas Day, and I really don't know what will happen when. But it *will* get done, don't worry! Just want to make sure there aren't any surprises though.
Three drabbles for our final Day, all slash, all mild. One is illustrated plus there are a few more pieces of art, of some very varied types ;-), that don't necessarily say "Christmas Eve!" but they certainly could. :-)
A huge thanks to all those who have helped out with our Drabble Days, they certainly wouldn't exist if it weren't for people submitting things! And good luck to all of you who might be rushing around on Christmas Eve! :-)
Title: So Much For A Plan
Type: Slash
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 500
Summary: Blair has a plan. A bad guy is going to ruin it for him. Jim could lose everything.
So Much For A Plan
This was going to be a Christmas Eve to remember. Jim’s favorite meal was in the slow cooker, the tree was lit and the box was under the tree. This will be perfect.
After completing some reports, Blair had gone home quick to get his plan started. He returned to the station and Jim had no idea he’d left. Now they were on their way home.
They no sooner left the station and a call came in that a shooting had just taken place at the local Walmart. Jim hit the siren and Blair’s plans had just changed.
They entered the parking lot and police were everywhere. They were just taking the victim away in an ambulance. Fortunately, he was still alive and it appeared to be a random shooting.
Jim was speaking with the other officers when a car pulled up to Blair. The man put down his window and looked at Blair never saying a word. Blair was about to say something and the man raised a gun and shot the weapon.
Blair jolted backwards and slammed against the truck. He was conscious, standing, with an ache in his chest. How strange to be shot and still standing.
Jim’s heart nearly stopped when he heard the shot and the gasp and grunt come from Blair.
The shooter attempted to flee but with a parking lot full of police he didn’t get far as they all opened fire ending the man’s life.
Jim ran to Blair who was slowing sliding down the door of the truck until he hit the ground. It was slow motion to Jim.
Jim was at Blair’s side and on the ground next to him in an instant.
Blair looked into Jim’s terrified eyes and said, “It’s so weird Jim it doesn’t really hurt too bad. You’d think a bullet to the chest would hurt more. I just can’t breath to well.”
“Ok, Chief, don’t move, let me look ok.” Jim screamed over his shoulder to get a medic. Panic filled his mind and heart as he opened Blair’s jacket.
No blood. No wound. Nothing. Jim felt Blair’s coat and there was a hole. Why no blood? Then he saw it. Blair’s cell phone had taken the hit. Jim started laughing hysterically and grabbed Blair into a hug of all hugs.
Jim then shouted, “Chief, your cell took the hit.”
Blair felt his chest and sure enough his cell phone had a hole and a bullet in it.
“Woah, no way man!”
“Sandburg, it’s a miracle. You should be dead.” Jim started to gasp in hysteria. “I can’t believe it.”
“I’m fine, Jim. It’s ok.” Blair smiled and touched Jim’s face.
“God, Chief. I almost lost you on Christmas Eve. This can’t wait anymore. Will you marry me?”
Blair smiled and said, “Funny you say that. I was going to ask you tonight.”
Title: The Kitten
Type: Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Summary: Blair brings home a guest on Christmas Eve
Warnings: Mild slash
A/N
Blair looked out the balcony window biting his lip with concern. Outside, not snow, but sleet was falling covering the sidewalks and streets with a layer of ice. Fender benders were abundant because of the ice and the news was announcing people should stay home unless absolutely necessary and that the weather would turn to rain by morning, Christmas morning.
“It’s not a very nice Christmas Eve,” Blair turned to the small kitten asleep curled up on one of Blair’s old jackets on the sofa. Beyond all else, on this wretched night, Blair wished Jim were home.
Blair and Jim had gotten into a fight and Jim had stormed out to cool off and keep from saying something they would both regret just as the storm outside turned deadly.
And the whole fight had started over the silly three month old kitten.
Blair had taken out the garbage after a delightful Christmas Eve dinner and found this little kitten crying and shivering by the garbage pails. Unable to leave it outside in the freezing rain, Blair had carried it up to the loft. He knew Jim would not be happy about having this added guest but he figured he could find a good home for the small black kitten with someone at the university.
As predicted, Jim was not pleased and started cataloguing the reasons why they should not have a cat. Somehow, that had turned into an argument over what they should and should not have and Jim had stormed out not wanting to say something ugly to his lover.
As the storm worsened, Blair tried calling Jim on his cell but discovered the phone was turned off and so he stood by the loft windows watching and waiting. “Please come home, Jim,” Blair whispered to the storm.
Two hours later, Blair heard the door and spun, relief evident as Jim came in. Dropping a package by the door, Jim walked over pulling Blair into his arms.
“Are you okay?” Blair whispered noting how cold Jim seemed. His hands were icy and his clothes soaked but Jim nodded.
“I was walking, it’s not safe to drive and I was thinking about you carrying a kitten into the loft. I realized that’s what makes you so special, Blair. You bring in kittens. You have a heart of gold.” Jim leaned down and kissed his lover.
Blair smiled. “I will find her a home, I promise.”
“You already have,” Jim answered and releasing his lover, walked to the door, returning with a large bag. “Just consider this another Christmas present,” he indicated the brightly wrapped packages near the wood burning stove, waiting to be opened in the morning. “Only you get to open this one early.”
Blair smiled, taking the bag. In it were things a kitten would need: dishes, food, a litter box, toys. “We’ll take the kitten to the vet after Christmas and get her checked out.” He eyed Blair thoughtfully. “Oh, and you get litter box duty.”
Title: Christmas Eve
Type: Implied Slash
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 344
Summary: Jim is really into the holiday spirit. NOT. This is a follow up piece to Family.
Christmas Eve
William and Steven were coming for Christmas Eve dessert. Jim was a nervous wreck. He still couldn’t believe that Blair had invited them over for dessert that night and Christmas day dinner, without asking him. Jim knew that his dad didn’t approve of his lifestyle, so why did he agree to come over?
Blair had made homemade eggnog, apple cider and ginger snap cookies and nothing was cheering Jim up. Blair was starting to second guess his superseding and bossing Jim around. (He usually liked bossing Jim around.)
Blair walked over to Jim and said, “I’m sorry.”
Jim looked surprised and asked, “For what?”
“For asking them over and making you so nervous. I didn’t know it was going to make your life so miserable.”
“I’ll be fine. They’re here. They’re getting off the elevator right now.”
Blair looked the loft over once more to be sure that everything looked good. Blair then realized he was nervous too.
They knocked and Jim opened the door to two smiling faces standing there. “Hello, Jimmy, Merry Christmas. Are you going to ask us in?”
“I’m sorry, come in. Welcome to our home,” Jim said as he stood aside for them to enter.
William hugged Jim and then hugged Blair. “Thank you for asking us over for dessert tonight and dinner tomorrow night. We were so happy to hear from you, Blair.”
Jim just stood there in shock. Steven hugged his brother and then Blair. “Merry Christmas, Blair.”
“Thank you,” Blair said, surprised as Jim was.
“The loft smells fantastic, Blair. Did you make the cookies and eggnog?”
Blair smiled. “I made the cookies and Jim made the eggnog.”
“Is it my recipe, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, Dad, it is.”
“I’m ready for some dessert,” William said, happily and this made Jim smile for the first time that night.
He and Blair both realized that life was going to be fine. They were used to them now. Changes take time.
Honestly, though, I am *seriously* not ready. Way not ready. The house is still a disaster, we have guests coming for a big Christmas Eve dinner in less than 15 hours & it would be awesome if I slept for at least a few of them, I've only gotten maybe 20% of the wrapping done, etc. But I'm also behind on getting all the reveal stuff ready for tomorrow, and all the Extravaganza posts! OMG... so be aware that while I will post the reveal stuff on the 25th, New York time, it's not going to be one minute into Christmas Day, and I really don't know what will happen when. But it *will* get done, don't worry! Just want to make sure there aren't any surprises though.
Three drabbles for our final Day, all slash, all mild. One is illustrated plus there are a few more pieces of art, of some very varied types ;-), that don't necessarily say "Christmas Eve!" but they certainly could. :-)
A huge thanks to all those who have helped out with our Drabble Days, they certainly wouldn't exist if it weren't for people submitting things! And good luck to all of you who might be rushing around on Christmas Eve! :-)
Title: So Much For A Plan
Type: Slash
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 500
Summary: Blair has a plan. A bad guy is going to ruin it for him. Jim could lose everything.
So Much For A Plan
This was going to be a Christmas Eve to remember. Jim’s favorite meal was in the slow cooker, the tree was lit and the box was under the tree. This will be perfect.
After completing some reports, Blair had gone home quick to get his plan started. He returned to the station and Jim had no idea he’d left. Now they were on their way home.
They no sooner left the station and a call came in that a shooting had just taken place at the local Walmart. Jim hit the siren and Blair’s plans had just changed.
They entered the parking lot and police were everywhere. They were just taking the victim away in an ambulance. Fortunately, he was still alive and it appeared to be a random shooting.
Jim was speaking with the other officers when a car pulled up to Blair. The man put down his window and looked at Blair never saying a word. Blair was about to say something and the man raised a gun and shot the weapon.
Blair jolted backwards and slammed against the truck. He was conscious, standing, with an ache in his chest. How strange to be shot and still standing.
Jim’s heart nearly stopped when he heard the shot and the gasp and grunt come from Blair.
The shooter attempted to flee but with a parking lot full of police he didn’t get far as they all opened fire ending the man’s life.
Jim ran to Blair who was slowing sliding down the door of the truck until he hit the ground. It was slow motion to Jim.
Jim was at Blair’s side and on the ground next to him in an instant.
Blair looked into Jim’s terrified eyes and said, “It’s so weird Jim it doesn’t really hurt too bad. You’d think a bullet to the chest would hurt more. I just can’t breath to well.”
“Ok, Chief, don’t move, let me look ok.” Jim screamed over his shoulder to get a medic. Panic filled his mind and heart as he opened Blair’s jacket.
No blood. No wound. Nothing. Jim felt Blair’s coat and there was a hole. Why no blood? Then he saw it. Blair’s cell phone had taken the hit. Jim started laughing hysterically and grabbed Blair into a hug of all hugs.
Jim then shouted, “Chief, your cell took the hit.”
Blair felt his chest and sure enough his cell phone had a hole and a bullet in it.
“Woah, no way man!”
“Sandburg, it’s a miracle. You should be dead.” Jim started to gasp in hysteria. “I can’t believe it.”
“I’m fine, Jim. It’s ok.” Blair smiled and touched Jim’s face.
“God, Chief. I almost lost you on Christmas Eve. This can’t wait anymore. Will you marry me?”
Blair smiled and said, “Funny you say that. I was going to ask you tonight.”
Title: The Kitten
Type: Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Summary: Blair brings home a guest on Christmas Eve
Warnings: Mild slash
A/N
Blair looked out the balcony window biting his lip with concern. Outside, not snow, but sleet was falling covering the sidewalks and streets with a layer of ice. Fender benders were abundant because of the ice and the news was announcing people should stay home unless absolutely necessary and that the weather would turn to rain by morning, Christmas morning.
“It’s not a very nice Christmas Eve,” Blair turned to the small kitten asleep curled up on one of Blair’s old jackets on the sofa. Beyond all else, on this wretched night, Blair wished Jim were home.
Blair and Jim had gotten into a fight and Jim had stormed out to cool off and keep from saying something they would both regret just as the storm outside turned deadly.
And the whole fight had started over the silly three month old kitten.
Blair had taken out the garbage after a delightful Christmas Eve dinner and found this little kitten crying and shivering by the garbage pails. Unable to leave it outside in the freezing rain, Blair had carried it up to the loft. He knew Jim would not be happy about having this added guest but he figured he could find a good home for the small black kitten with someone at the university.
As predicted, Jim was not pleased and started cataloguing the reasons why they should not have a cat. Somehow, that had turned into an argument over what they should and should not have and Jim had stormed out not wanting to say something ugly to his lover.
As the storm worsened, Blair tried calling Jim on his cell but discovered the phone was turned off and so he stood by the loft windows watching and waiting. “Please come home, Jim,” Blair whispered to the storm.
Two hours later, Blair heard the door and spun, relief evident as Jim came in. Dropping a package by the door, Jim walked over pulling Blair into his arms.
“Are you okay?” Blair whispered noting how cold Jim seemed. His hands were icy and his clothes soaked but Jim nodded.
“I was walking, it’s not safe to drive and I was thinking about you carrying a kitten into the loft. I realized that’s what makes you so special, Blair. You bring in kittens. You have a heart of gold.” Jim leaned down and kissed his lover.
Blair smiled. “I will find her a home, I promise.”
“You already have,” Jim answered and releasing his lover, walked to the door, returning with a large bag. “Just consider this another Christmas present,” he indicated the brightly wrapped packages near the wood burning stove, waiting to be opened in the morning. “Only you get to open this one early.”
Blair smiled, taking the bag. In it were things a kitten would need: dishes, food, a litter box, toys. “We’ll take the kitten to the vet after Christmas and get her checked out.” He eyed Blair thoughtfully. “Oh, and you get litter box duty.”
Title: Christmas Eve
Type: Implied Slash
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 344
Summary: Jim is really into the holiday spirit. NOT. This is a follow up piece to Family.
Christmas Eve
William and Steven were coming for Christmas Eve dessert. Jim was a nervous wreck. He still couldn’t believe that Blair had invited them over for dessert that night and Christmas day dinner, without asking him. Jim knew that his dad didn’t approve of his lifestyle, so why did he agree to come over?
Blair had made homemade eggnog, apple cider and ginger snap cookies and nothing was cheering Jim up. Blair was starting to second guess his superseding and bossing Jim around. (He usually liked bossing Jim around.)
Blair walked over to Jim and said, “I’m sorry.”
Jim looked surprised and asked, “For what?”
“For asking them over and making you so nervous. I didn’t know it was going to make your life so miserable.”
“I’ll be fine. They’re here. They’re getting off the elevator right now.”
Blair looked the loft over once more to be sure that everything looked good. Blair then realized he was nervous too.
They knocked and Jim opened the door to two smiling faces standing there. “Hello, Jimmy, Merry Christmas. Are you going to ask us in?”
“I’m sorry, come in. Welcome to our home,” Jim said as he stood aside for them to enter.
William hugged Jim and then hugged Blair. “Thank you for asking us over for dessert tonight and dinner tomorrow night. We were so happy to hear from you, Blair.”
Jim just stood there in shock. Steven hugged his brother and then Blair. “Merry Christmas, Blair.”
“Thank you,” Blair said, surprised as Jim was.
“The loft smells fantastic, Blair. Did you make the cookies and eggnog?”
Blair smiled. “I made the cookies and Jim made the eggnog.”
“Is it my recipe, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, Dad, it is.”
“I’m ready for some dessert,” William said, happily and this made Jim smile for the first time that night.
He and Blair both realized that life was going to be fine. They were used to them now. Changes take time.