Category: Episode Related: Crossroads
Summary: Simon and Blair have quality time together.
If they were mine, and I was making money off of this, I'd take a vacation.
But not to Oregon.
Simon Banks sighed and gently maneuvered his car into a gas station. Glancing
over, he verified that Blair hadnt wakened when they stopped and unbuckled
his seat belt. He hesitated briefly before laughing at himself. Its
just a gas station, and hes out cold. Hell be fine. But that
thought didnt prevent him from making sure the doors were locked before
walking towards the entrance. There was someone occupying the bathroom, so he
was forced to wait impatiently. As he stood, foot tapping erratically, his gaze
fell upon a line of juices in the stores refrigerators. He placed the brand as
being one hed seen Sandburg drink a few times. The occupant of the one bathroom
stepped out and scurried off. Simon was quick in and out. He faltered on his way
to the door and retraced his steps over to the refrigerator. He pulled out a strawberry
juice for Blair- the kind he liked- and a Ginger Ale for himself. He also snagged
two apples. Blair was still fast asleep when Simon returned, a fact he was oddly
grateful for. Hed have felt bad if Blair woke and found himself disoriented
and alone in a locked car. Simon opened his Ginger Ale, started the car and they
were on the road in no time. After a while, Blair started getting restless. A
little bit later, he woke up, squinting and yawning.
Simon, he greeted drowsily, burrowing down into his seat. How long
has it been?
couple hours. Weve still got a while to go. Here, he reached behind
his seat and pulled out a paper bag. Thirsty? Hungry? He tossed it
to Blair, who opened it curiously. Removing the juice, he gave Simon a wide-eyed,
touched look that made Simon feel like hed handed over the crown jewels
instead of a drink that cost $2.57.
Simon, Sandburg said, smiling widely at him.
me an apple, Banks replied roughly, embarrassed. Blair complied happily,
alternating between munching away on his apple and taking sips from the bottle.
do strawberry and apple go together, Sandburg? Simon asked, grinning.
bad, actually, Blair replied, taking a long drink to prove it. Hey,
Simon, doesnt it seem a pity to you that we got all this time off for nothing?
Banks glared at him suspiciously.
what would you do once you got home? Work? He shuddered dramatically.
about we take a vacation? Lets go to Oregon! Blair bounced in his
seat, the tired lines in his face easing.
Whats in Oregon? Simons face held a scowl that didnt bode
well for the anthropologist.
Simon replied firmly.
Simon? Blair turned pleading, puppy-eyes on him. Simon kept his gaze resolutely
on the road.
Sandburg! Youre going home, and youre going to sleep and get plenty
can sleep in the car. Come on, Simon.
Blair, Banks used his voice he reserved when Daryl was being ornery or persistent.
Blair slouched back in his seat.
he said, defeated. Maybe some other time. Simon glanced over and felt
rotten when he saw the crushed look on Blairs face. He returned his eyes
to the road and tightened his hands on the wheel. There was silence in the car
for a long time. Half-listening to the radio, Simon noticed that the music had
stopped and the DJ was giving a run-down of old rock stars. The speaker suddenly
announced something about the lead singer of the Grateful Dead and caught Simons
you first told me about this guy I was expecting an academic, not some neo-hippie
flower child with time on his hands now that the Dead have broken up!* The
memory hit him suddenly and caught him by surprise. Simon had to pull over to
the side of the road and stop, he was laughing so hard.
Blair looked confused, and even a little worried. What else happened in their
first meeting?, Simon speculated. Hadnt he called Blair Mr. Sandburg?
That made Simon laugh even harder, causing a frightened expression to work its
way onto Blairs face. Taking deep breathes and getting himself under control,
he pulled back unto the highway.
Sandburg, Oregon you say? Simon drove by their exit for Cascade. If
you still want to, Im game.
are you doing, Blair? Simon asked later, watching Sandburg flop unto one
of the two twin beds in their hotel room.
good, actually. A little tired, but my head feels better than before. Simon
nodded, pleased that this had been the right choice. Blair had been enthusiastic
and lively the whole ride down, and his color had improved drastically. Half
of everything must have been stress, Simon mused.
whats our plan for tomorrow? Simon asked, sitting on his bed and pulling
off his shoes. Blair tapped a finger against his lips.
I noticed the McDonalds here has one of those play pen things with the big
he grinned at Simons mock glare. Just kidding. Here,
I picked up some brochures from the lobby. He handed them to the captain
and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. Im getting ready for bed.
only 7:00, Simon protested absently, rifling through the leaflets Blair
had given him. He frowned. The Museum of Archeological Findings in East
Tibet? He shook his head. It has to be the kids idea of a joke.
He stuck that brochure in the back of the pile. At least I *hope* it is.
Sandburg stumbled out of the bathroom, dumping his rolled up clothes on top of
his suitcase. He dressed in sweat pants and a blue tank top, with his glasses
framing eyes at half-mast. He pulled back the covers on his bed and crawled into
it, pulling off his glasses and dropping them on the nightstand.
Simon, he mumbled, and was out like a light. Simon smiled, surprised at
the wave of tenderness that suddenly hit him.
Blair, he replied, even though he knew Sandburg couldnt hear him.
He kept the TV turned down low and watched the news and part of a sitcom before
getting ready for bed himself. In the bathroom, he shook his head in mild exasperation.
There was water all over the sink and even a little dripping on the floor. Sandburgs
toothbrush and toothpaste were left in a puddle, the toothpaste uncapped. A damp
towel hung haphazardly from the shower rod. Either hes really out
of it, or Jim has validation for getting angry, he thought, chuckling to
himself. However, the last half shut him up fast. Oh boy, there were going to
be some real intense confrontations when they got back. Mouth tightening, Simon
shook his head and straightened out the towel. After tidying up a bit more and
getting himself ready for bed, he exited the bathroom. Blair had turned in his
sleep and was now facing the wall. Simon sank down onto the other bed and followed
Sandburgs suit of pulling off his glasses and placing them on the night
stand. He pulled the covers over himself and was soon asleep.
check this out, Blair was practically vibrating with excitement. Blair had
begged and wheedled with Simon until he finally caved and agreed to spend the
afternoon at a museum- a museum! Who
in their right mind spends a vacation in a museum? He couldnt drag Daryl
within two blocks of one- under the condition that Simon picked the entertainment
for the rest of the day. Blair was now standing in front of a large glass case,
peering into it with a look of amazed delight on his face. They were in a gallery
dedicated to the Oregon Trail.
is an actual documentation of one man in a wagon chain who was the lookout for
the caravan. It states he could predict the weather, and foretell danger, such
as attacks from animals and the indigenous people! Simon nodded, a bit impatiently,
not seeing why this was such a big deal.
man, Blair fumbled around for a second. Ive got to get some
pictures of this. Stand guard. After dictating this order, he glanced around
surreptitiously and began snapping photos. Simon idly thought about arguing, but
deciding against it. He strolled over to the left, playing his part as the watchdog.
clear, Blair hissed, making another look about in an exaggerated fashion.
Seeing the coast clear, he pasted a smile on his face and wandered away, whistling.
Banks rolled his eyes and followed.
we about done, here? Its been- he glanced at his watch an hour
and a half, already.
snapping his lens shut, Blair made a beeline for the exit. Where to, Simon?
Nothing in the brochures had really appealed to Simon- big surprise there-, so
he mildly suggested a movie. Blair bounced.
Simon irritably thought it uncharitable of Blair to be so perky about this whole
thing, especially after having recently suffered at the hands of maniacs. Again.
the end, he really enjoyed himself. They caught a movie, al la mode with popcorn
and candy, went back to the hotel, bickered over what television show to watch-
Simon winning-, spent the next day sight-seeing, and the next packed up and headed
back to Cascade. For some reason, it filled Banks with a feeling of contentment,
reminding him of his family vacations when he was young. They hadnt gone
out much, but when they did, it was always special.
look, Blair said suddenly as they were driving along. A man on a bicycle
built for two. Simon glanced over.
lost his partner, he observed.
this is a long hill and youre not doing your share. Mabel? Mabel?
Blair pantomimed, making Simon laugh. They rode in companionable silence for a
while before Sandburg announced his hunger. They stopped at a Burger King and
Sandburg insisted on one of those crowns- You dont understand, man,
these have Pokemon on them!- and even though Banks felt foolish ordering
one, he did. Too soon, they were back at the loft, Simon dropping off Blair.
Simon, Blair glowed at him, eyes wide and appreciative. I had a great
time. Thanks for coming with me. Simon nodded.
had a nice time, too, he admitted gruffly. Blair grinned cheekily.
more fun then you let on, he teased, ducking out of the car before Simon
could reply. He just shook his head, waited for Blair to gather up his stuff and
shut the door, and drove away, secure in the knowledge Sandburgd be with
Jim come Monday.