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Welcome To The
Real World
by Juliet
Benson
Rating: G
Catagory:
Episode-Related, Angst, Humor
Spoilers: TSbBS
Summary:
Another TSbBS thing. Sorry. It's short.
Disclaimer: Not mine,
never were.
Entering the hospital, Jim located Blair
instantly. He was talking to a doctor, looking still shaken from the press conference.
After a brief hesitation, Jim's chiseled features tightened in resolve and he
walked determinedly over to his friend.
Large, damp blue eyes flashed
up to him before glancing away quickly. Blair cleared his throat. They talked
quietly about Simon and Megan's conditions and Zeller, as though anything loud
would break some invisible thing between them.
"I saw your press
conference," said Jim finally, his eyes softening and never leaving Blair's
face. Again Blair's eyes darted up and met Jim's lighter blue ones; held, wavered,
and flitted to rest somewhere else.
"Oh, you saw it, huh? It was
just a book."
"It was your life," Jim said. The smaller
man hesitated only the briefest of moments before replying.
"Yeah,
it was. You know, you were right. I mean, uh, I don't know what I was expecting
to do with it, and, uh...I mean, where do I get off following you around for three
years pretending I was a cop, right?" He didn't look at Jim while he said
it, though. The barest hint of a warm smile touched Jim's mouth.
"This
self-deprecation doesn't suit you, you know. You might have been just an observer,
but you were the best cop I've ever met and the best partner I could have ever
asked for. You've been a great friend and you've pulled me through some pretty
weird stuff." Blair looked up him, his curly hair pulled back in a ponytail
making his eyes seem larger, somehow.
"Th--" Blair Sandburg
turned off the television with a loud exclamation of disgust.
"Jim,
dude, have you seen this crap?" he asked.
"I've been watching
it from in here, sport," came the deep reply. Jim ambled into the living
room from the kitchen and sat down next to Blair on the couch. The cushions sank
down and groaned under his weight.
"Dude, they totally changed it!
It didn't happen like that at all!" Blair bounced his lanky, thin frame impatiently.
"I mean, you were way more understanding then that!"
"I
guess my sensitivity comes from being raised by only a mother and three older
sisters," said Jim thoughtfully.
"Yeah, why did they cut that
out?"
"I'm not sure, sport. To make me more uptight and add
dramatic tension, I suppose." Blair scowled. He ran a hand through his orange-red
hair and tugged off his glasses.
"And it wasn't like it was that
big of a deal, anyway. "Coming out," so to speak, was an easy choice,
since we booth agreed it was the best option," he paused, slid his glasses
back in place and grinned. "I did like the actress who played Megan though.
Yeow!" They then shared a smile, both thinking of the maternal, Scottish
woman with her wire-rimmed glasses and thin hair constantly pulled back into a
tight bun.
"Well," Jim patted the bony knee nearest to him
with a meaty hand. "it's Hollywood's version of us. Don't get too bent out
of shape over it. It's doubtful anyone would want to watch stuff like that, anyways."
They both stood up and Blair stretched.
"I'm going to study for
tomorrow's test, okay? I'll keep the lights low." He towered over Jim by
a good two inches.
"Keep 'em high, if you want. I'll wear my face
mask." Jim padded across the carpeted floor into his bedroom of their two-story
house. The gentle sound of the ocean sang outside. Blair sat down and gathered
up his textbook onto his lap. After a moment of staring at the cover, he looked
up and studied the television.
"What did you make of Simon?"
he asked in his normal voice, knowing his Sentinel would hear him. A laugh floated
out of the bedroom.
"If only he could learn to be that lenient!"
The End
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