The Sentinel/General/Baby
Title: Baby
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg
Prompt: 076. Baby, Table 1
Word Count: 359
Rating: G
Warnings: Smarm alert!, PWP
Summary: Jim takes care of a baby.
Author's Notes: I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for entertainment purposes only. No money was made from this endeavor.
Baby
Debbie
Blair was surprised when he walked inside the loft. He saw his big hunk of a roommate holding a tiny bundle in his arms. Blair heard soft cries and Jim's softer crooning, telling the baby that everything was okay and that the bottle would be ready in a few minutes.
Baby? Something was going on here that just didn't add up for Blair.
"Um… Jim? Do you want to tell me why you are holding a baby? Better yet, why is there even a baby in the loft? Something you didn't tell me?"
"For your information, this is Marsha's baby, Shelly. She had to run to the store to get groceries and noticed I was coming in as she was going out. She asked if I could watch Shelly for about an hour while she ran some errands. I thought, why not? How hard could it be?"
Blair laughed, but saw how gentle Jim was with the baby and how contented little Shelly seemed at the moment.
"You look like a natural, Jim. Did you ever think about -?"
"I don't think that's going to happen, Chief. Can you check on Shelly's bottle for me? I've just got her settled down again."
"Sure, man." Blair walked over to the stove to check on the bottle. "It could still happen, Jim. You're young enough."
"I'm not so sure about that. I was thinking I could play uncle to your kids." Jim took the bottle from Blair as he brought it over. He started feeding Shelly.
Blair sat down beside Jim on the couch. "I don't think I'll ever get married and have kids. With this Sentinel thing between us, I don't think any woman could understand why I was so close to you."
"We could explain things to her; let her know where she stands."
"Nah. We're trying to keep your secret, Jim, not let everyone know about it. Maybe we could rent ourselves out as the building baby-sitters. Make a little extra money on the side and we'd be able to send the kids home afterwards."
"I like the way you think, Chief. Maybe we can do it."
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg
Prompt: 076. Baby, Table 1
Word Count: 359
Rating: G
Warnings: Smarm alert!, PWP
Summary: Jim takes care of a baby.
Author's Notes: I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for entertainment purposes only. No money was made from this endeavor.
Baby
Debbie
Blair was surprised when he walked inside the loft. He saw his big hunk of a roommate holding a tiny bundle in his arms. Blair heard soft cries and Jim's softer crooning, telling the baby that everything was okay and that the bottle would be ready in a few minutes.
Baby? Something was going on here that just didn't add up for Blair.
"Um… Jim? Do you want to tell me why you are holding a baby? Better yet, why is there even a baby in the loft? Something you didn't tell me?"
"For your information, this is Marsha's baby, Shelly. She had to run to the store to get groceries and noticed I was coming in as she was going out. She asked if I could watch Shelly for about an hour while she ran some errands. I thought, why not? How hard could it be?"
Blair laughed, but saw how gentle Jim was with the baby and how contented little Shelly seemed at the moment.
"You look like a natural, Jim. Did you ever think about -?"
"I don't think that's going to happen, Chief. Can you check on Shelly's bottle for me? I've just got her settled down again."
"Sure, man." Blair walked over to the stove to check on the bottle. "It could still happen, Jim. You're young enough."
"I'm not so sure about that. I was thinking I could play uncle to your kids." Jim took the bottle from Blair as he brought it over. He started feeding Shelly.
Blair sat down beside Jim on the couch. "I don't think I'll ever get married and have kids. With this Sentinel thing between us, I don't think any woman could understand why I was so close to you."
"We could explain things to her; let her know where she stands."
"Nah. We're trying to keep your secret, Jim, not let everyone know about it. Maybe we could rent ourselves out as the building baby-sitters. Make a little extra money on the side and we'd be able to send the kids home afterwards."
"I like the way you think, Chief. Maybe we can do it."