Disclaimer: I don't own them. Be glad.
Notes: This is my first posting to this list, and my first
Sentinel fan fic. Yay! :-) It's just a bit of fluff that popped into my head when
I read the following:
The Web Ladies by Shiloh
Back to the problem, gentlemen. So you think Garettt, or Blair that
is, being hit by the getaway car would be enough to warrant a hug and make all
these ladies on the Internet happy?
a misplaced hair on Garetts head is enough to warrant a hug, according to
these ladies. It's not much, but I thought it was good for a "foot in the
door" type thing. :-)
More of a drabble than anything. My
least favorite of my stories.
Jim, clad in his robe, looked up from his cup of coffee
and newspaper toward the source of the cry, Blairs room. "Had it with
what, Chief?" he asked, calmly sipping his still-steaming cup.
marched out of his room, face dark. "My hair!" he gestured toward it
violently. Jim saw that it looked like
well, saying it looked like an afro
was kind. Jim also noticed Blair was carrying a brush in one hand, and was coming
dangerously close to knocking himself out with it.
been working on it for the past ten minutes- TEN MINUTES!- and cant get
it to behave!" He stormed around a bit more, muttering to himself, then abruptly
stopped, his back to Jim. He dropped his head into his hands and took a deep breath.
Turning around, he looked at Jim, tears in his eyes.
cant take it anymore Jim," he whispered, voice shaky. "I- Ive
"Whoa, Chief," alarmed, Jim rose
to his feet. Blair raised his hands and stepped back.
nothing you can do this time Jim," he said, lower lip trembling.
Jim felt at a loss. They had never faced this situation before; Jim had always
thought Blair had complete control over his hair. He stood up carefully, not to
startle the distraught anthropologist. Walking over to him, Jim cupped the upset
face in his hands and tilted it up to meet his.
always be my friend, Blair, no matter what your hair looks like," he said
earnestly. Bright blue eyes blinked, and a shaky breath was exhaled. "You
mean that Jim?" Blair asked, looking up trustingly.
wrapped his arms around the smaller frame and rested his cheek on top of Blairs