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In and out. In and out. Blair sighed and scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain on the plate in his hand. Right, that's the last time I leave shepherd's pie to 'wait until later' He cast a mildly jealous look over to where Jim was flaked out on the couch. Ingrate Blair sighed and put the plate on the rack to dry. He really couldn't begrudge the Big Guy his nap. Last night's stake out had been, well, frankly, a bitch. Stuck in a freezing car on a beautiful star speckled night, waiting and watching for something that didn't even happen. Blair had been all right, caught a few hours sleep squashing his face up against the window. It was Jim who had had to stay alert the entire time, senses stretched out. Blair wondered if he should have a talk with Simon. The Captain usually put Jim out on this duty, using his enhanced senses without really realising how much it took out of the Sentinel. Yep, he was definitely going to have words with the Captain. Reaching into the lukewarm water, Blair pulled out the plug and watched the water swirl down the drain. He'd used too much dishwashing liquid again. Idly he poked the bubbles piled in the sink, wincing slightly as a gigantic snore cut through the air. What if.... He hesitated, then poked another bubble. Why not? He'd survive it, if only because Jim would balk at the amount of paperwork involved if he killed his partner. Chortling evilly, Blair scooped up a double handful of bubbles, then tiptoed across the Loft. He carefully deposited the pile on top of Jim's head, sculpting it into a passable pompadour. The Sentinel snorted and shifted slightly against the cushions, but didn't awaken. With another chuckle, Blair went back for more bubbles. Ok, Ok, he knew it was childish and stupid, but after thirteen hours straight on a stake out, he needed to blow off some steam. Besides, Jim looked so damn good with all that extra hair. Even if it was foamy... Holding his breath, Blair carefully patted some more bubbles across Jim's face, hoping to hell his partner wouldn't wake up. He froze as Jim flapped his lips, then grinned in relief as a loud snore emanated from the slumbering figure. A wicked thought struck the anthropologist, and he grabbed a portable mirror from his room, carefully positioning it on the coffee table so that it reflected Jim's face back at him, with a grinning long-haired hippie standing behind him. Blair was gleefully putting the finishing touches under Jim's nose when the Sentinel snorted, inhaling bubbles. Ooooh shit Dumping the remaining handful of bubbles in Jim's lap, Blair bolted for his room as his partner woke up. Jim looked out into his own bubble covered visage. Blue eyes widened in shock and disgust (and some amusement) as a slimy trail oozed down the ridge of one ear. A bellow rocked the Loft. "SANDBUUUUUUURG!!!!" End |
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