My take on Blair's new haircut.
Not mine, all I have is a pile of Blair's shed locks.
Pet Fly owns
everything else, including Donald Trump.
Blair sat alone in his room, fingering the scissors
in his hand, anticipation settling in his stomach. This was it, he was actually
going to do it. He swallowed hard, pushing the bile at the back of his throat
down. His hand was shaking. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply through his nose
several times. No more. No more agony, no more painful what ifs. No more Professor
Sandburg. He was going to be a cop now. Lifting the scissors- his hand was a bit
steadier now, he noticed- he gently snatched a curl with his free hand. He ran
his fingers lovingly down the length of it, stretching it to its full extent.
No more shadowed reflections on Alex and the fountain. He cut the curl and gathered
another. No more sulking over various arguments. No more torment over his dissertation.
He severed that spiral and started snipping easier, relaxing slightly. Before
he knew it, he was halfway through. With each lock that fell, an old anguish fell
with it. He was shattering the past, or at least the painful parts.
ran a slightly tremulous through his short- oh man, it was *short*
now- hair. Getting off the floor, he went and looked in the bathroom mirror. At
first he felt nothing. Having prepared himself for the worst, he was not at stunned
as he might have been. Slowly, a weight dissipated while a new feeling settled
over him. Not regret, really, but a kind of fond sadness.
was choppy, which was expected, since he had been working without a mirror. He
had just wanted to get the hardest part over with before working with styling
and shaping. Lifting the scissors again, he went to work. His mouth quirked up
as he recalled a memory from his childhood. He and Naomi were in Texas- was it
Texas? He paused, pursing his lips and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling in
thought. Whatever, it was someplace warm. He was around ten, and had managed to
convince a small girl that her hair was much too long for the heat. He mouth relaxed
and smiled as he remembered the finished product. It really hadnt looked
*that* bad. A small tress drifted down
onto the floor and joined the minute pile. He remembered telling Jim about the
time when he had dyed his hair a terrible green with Jell-O. His teeth gleamed
as he grinned. He could hear Jims voice as he teased him countless times
about the house rules. The time he had been exhausted, and accidentally called
a hermit a Hamlet. (Jim was *never*
going to let him live that one down.) He thought about teaching Jim the relaxed
mantra. All the excuses for Jims senses flashed through his head, and he
chuckled. Trying to instruct Jim on accents. Laughing, he finished his haircut
and laid down the scissors. Smiling tentatively at his reflection, he relaxed
when he realized he could face what he saw.
he said aloud, exiting the bathroom to get the broom. It looks like the
hardest part is done. After he had disposed of his hair, he got on his coat.
Before leaving his room, though, he hesitated, and walked to his nightstand. He
sat down on his bed and opened the drawer. Removing what he had just put in, a
moment of doubt enveloped him. With his thumb, he absently caressed the curl that
was tenderly tied with a string. Should he keep it, or just get rid of every trace
of his old life? Leave nothing on this path to distract him. After a moment of
quiet introspection, he returned it to its spot and firmly shut to drawer. That
gentle reminder wouldnt hurt him. Besides, it could serve as a benediction.
Or a memento of the good spots of his life concerning this sentinel thing, like
his first and second meetings with Jim. He zipped up his coat. Or both.
drove slowly to the station. In the elevator, he stared intently at the floor
numbers as they glowed. Almost there. He bounced on his toes. This
was crazy, why was he so nervous? They all knew this was inevitable at some
point or another. The floor dinged and the doors opened. Blair took a deep
breath and exited.
the bullpen, which was back to normal, all reminders of the shoot-out erased.
No one noticed him. At first.
Hairboy, Brown called, and promptly did a double take, mouth dropping open.
Holy shit! That made Rafe look up, and spit instantly out all his
sputtered, wiping the coffee and saliva from his chin. Blair couldnt suppress
talking to Fabio, he replied in a deep voice, striking a mock pose. The
two were next to him in a second, playfully tugging on his short hair and exclaiming.
look better than me, Blair! Rafe pronounced, pretending to be deadly serious.
bet you lost, what, six, seven pounds by cutting that all off? Brown asked.
needed it, Rafe said, and both nodded solemnly.
kid, I cant begin to tell you how much your romantic life is going to suffer
from all this. Both cops shook their heads in regret.
on! I cant wait till Joel gets a load of this. Hey Joel! Rafe darted
away and soon reappeared, dragging Taggart behind him. Joel, mouth open to complain
good-naturedly, looked at Sandburg and froze in shock. Blair, Henry and Rafe all
said, slowly shaking his head. Well.
is going on out here? Simon thundered. All but Joel jumped in surprise.
Brown and Rafe instantly moved to block Sandburg from their Captains sight.
Why are people not working? Jim was standing behind Simon, arms crossed,
watching them in something like mirth. Brown cleared his throat dramatically.
and gentlemen, boys and girls, humans and Rafe. Today we have a special and stunning
surprise for you.
right, H, were reporting live on scene, in the Major Crimes department of
Cascade. Rafe took over, holding up one hand like a microphone, the other
next to his ear, as though listening to an ear piece. A new species has
just surfaced. Care to explain, Detective Brown? Blair rolled his eyes at
their antics. Simon didnt look the least impressed. Jim looked slightly
you, Rafe. I first spotted the creature at approximately- he glanced at
the clock. four fifteen p.m. I managed to learn its language and converse
with it, even though its intelligence was obviously lower. My first suspicion
that it was here to take over the Earth-
much of a loss. Rafe added helpfully.
I soon was proven otherwise. Rather than global domination, this creature strives
to subdue the female population. Rafe wolf-whistled. Taggart, you
also saw this creature, what do you have to say about it? Brown shoved his
microphone toward Joel. Joel just looked at him.
you for your help, detective. Rafe said. Without further ado, we would
like to present to the public the new, improved Blair Sandburg! Both Rafe
and Brown stepped out of the way with a flourish, applauding, and Blair bowed
deeply, eyes twinkling with humor. Simons cigar fell out of his open mouth
and onto the floor. Jim looked thunderstruck. Megan walked by to get some papers.
Before she left, she paused and surveyed the group.
Sandy. Need to trim above the left ear a bit more. She left before he could
said, eyes not leaving Blairs face. Brown snapped his fingers.
see *now* why Captains get their positions, he told Rafe. Their
vocabulary is so impressively extensive.
Rafe replied fervently, nodding. Indubitably.
look great, Blair, Simon said sincerely, ignoring Henry and Rafe.
you do, Joel added as well, his voice soft. Jims face had gone from
shell-shocked to absolutely blank. Taggart noticed and cleared his throat.
why dont you take Jim out for a snack? he suggested. Blair was about
to protest, saying he wasnt hungry and, on top of that, had no money, when
he felt a bill pressed discreetly into his hand. He looked up and met Joels
That sounds great,
he said, his gratitude evident in his face. Come on Jim. He propelled
Jim out of the room and down into the car. They were both silent on the way to
the deli Blair had in mind. He saw Jim staring at him unashamedly out of the corner
of his eye. I didnt ask Simon if he could leave, Blair suddenly
realized in horror. Oh well, Simon was really understanding where Jim was concerned.
And hed talk to him once they got back. Just in case.
they were seated across from each other, both waiting for the other to say something.
Blair finally cleared his throat.
you okay? he asked. Jim slowly shook his head, keeping his eyes fixed on
should be asking you that, he sounded a bit dazed.
fine with it, Jim. I got over any regret I might have had. Im ready.
Jim said nothing more as they ate their sandwiches. As they waited for the check,
however, he reached over cautiously and touched Blairs head. A small smile
found its way on his face.
looks good, he said. A brilliant grin broke out on Blairs in response.
think so? he asked hopefully. Jim nodded.
really do. Blair relaxed in his chair, feeling more light-hearted than he
had in ages. Now he was ready.