More finished ficlets
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turpsBecause I'm shameless, here's the TS ficlets I was asked for, and maybe a Spongebob slash ... shut up!
I'll warn anyone that wants to read the same I did Charlie and Mouse, I haven't written any TS apart from my AU for a while so I'm rusty.
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castalie
Bag slung over his shoulder, Blair straightened his shoulders then pushed open the door to the bullpen. He didn’t have to be a Sentinel to hear how the noise level dropped, as he walked in, head held high. But Blair was still glad of the sunglasses that hid the worst of the bruises from curious glances as he walked to Jim’s desk.
“Sandburg.”
The atmosphere tensed as Jim stood, and Blair wondered what people were expecting to see. If they thought Jim would carry him from the room, or add to the collection of injuries Blair already carried. If Blair was honest he didn’t know himself, Jim had been distant since bringing Blair home from the hospital, just shaking his head when Blair told him they needed to talk.
Jim had left Blair with a pot of chicken soup and a bottle of pills before he’d left for the station, and strict instructions that he shouldn’t join him that day. Not that Blair had listened, he never did. Jim needed him, and that was that. It didn’t matter that Blair had just been kidnapped and beaten by a suspect on one of Jim’s cases.
Everyone would have seen the photos and case reports, everyone knew how protective Jim could be. But they all knew how determined Blair could be too. It didn’t matter that his body ached, and his face throbbed, the only thing that mattered was Jim, and the fact Blair needed to be by his side. The problem was, did Jim know that too?
“Jim, I had…”
“Just sit down before you fall down, Chief.” Jim said, then pulled a chair across so Blair could sit. “I’ll go and get a copy of the file for you.”
Blair smiled as Jim gently ruffled his hair as he walked past and the noise of the room went back to its usual volume. Things would be fine, he was bruised, but he’d never be beaten.
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Carefully picking up the smashed pieces of a broken dish, Blair dropped them in the trashcan, wincing as they clashed against the other dishes already in there. Stopping a moment to throw a chewed apple away, Blair searched through all of Jim’s cupboards for a brush, finally finding one hanging neatly with the matching dustpan in the hall cupboard.
On hands and knees, Blair swept all the slivers of china he could see, then did it again, knowing Sentinel eyes would see so much more than his own. Slivers disposed of, Blair looked around the kitchen, deciding what to clean next, which is when he saw the sausages stuffed in the ventilation fan. Cursing Larry in every language he knew, Blair climbed on the workbench and started the tricky job of pulling the link of sausages back out.
Sausages rescued and binned, Blair started to straighten the living room, fluffing cushions furiously as he tried to finish before Jim came home. There was so much to do, even with all the cleaning Blair had done the loft was still a mess, and there was still Jim’s bedroom to do. The thought of Jim’s bedroom made Blair freeze in his tracks, he imagined Larry throwing shirts and white socks around the room, and Jim’s face when he saw his carefully ironed clothes thrown carelessly to the floor. As it was Blair could see a pair of white boxers hanging over the railings, complete with stain that surely Jim hadn’t made.
Blair raced for the stairs, snatching for the boxers when he reached the top. But it was a race doomed to failure, and Blair froze as he heard Jim’s key in the lock followed by the door opening.
“All right, put your hands where I can see them, now!” Jim shouted, and Blair jumped, heart thudding as he saw Jim standing with his gun drawn in the living room.
“Jim, it's me. Don't shoot. Don't shoot, man.” Blair said, and he started to walk down the stairs.
“You did this?” Asked Jim, and Blair shivered as Jim looked at him.
“Sort of. Larry escaped.”
Jim growled softly, and Blair thought about going back upstairs, but there was no way out up there, not unless he wanted to climb out of the skylight and that was not an option. Plus, all Jim would do was drag him down by the legs and that would be embarrassing, so Blair slowly finished walking downstairs, then stood looking at Jim.
“I told you what would happen if Larry did anything like this.” Jim said, then he bent forward so he could whisper in Blair’s ear.
“You want to put what in where?” Blair was surprised and stepped back until his legs pressed against the bottom step. “You’re telling that you’ve finally decided we’ll go all the way now. I thought you were mad about this.” Blair swept his hand out, indicating the loft, but Jim shrugged.
“I’m not happy about it, believe me, Chief. But that sweater, I couldn’t keep my hands off you if I tried.”
Blair looked down at his sweater, the old one he’d pulled on to clear Larry’s mess, then laughed as he saw Jim reach out to touch it. “You just want me for my fuzzy sweater don’t you?”
“That’s not the only thing, Sandburg.” Jim said, as he reached for Blair.
As Blair was crushed against Jim’s strong chest, he vowed to thank Larry when they found him.
Forkrabbypatty who's mean ;)
Krabbypatty shoved into its bun, Spongebob handed it to Squidworth who took it to one of the fish who sat in The Krusty Krab. It was the last order of the day so Spongebob turned off the grill then started to clean it, whistling and singing as he worked despite how tired he felt. Mr Crabs had been in a grouchy mood all day, yelling about profit margins and other things that Spongebob didn’t understand.
“Spongebob.”
Looking up, Spongebob saw Patrick standing at the door of the kitchen, Squidworth behind him, scowling and batting at Patrick with a broom, but the starfish didn’t move an inch, just stood looking at Spongebob.
“You’d better move Patrick, I’m coming now.” said Spongebob, and he threw the greasy cloth in the trashcan. Patrick smiled then moved, pushing Squidworth aside with a swipe of his hips as he did so.
“I’m going now.” Said Spongebob, waving at Squidworth as he went past, he ignored the way Squidworth muttered and grumbled under his breath, he was always doing things like that, but it didn’t mean anything. Spongebob knew he was one of Squidworth’s best friends really.
As soon as they were outside, Patrick kissed Spongebob on the top of his head, planting his lips on one of his sponge holes. “I’ve missed you today.” Spongebob didn’t reply, he knew Patrick missed him, but Spongebob had to work, it took money to maintain his pineapple and to keep Gary in food.
They walked until they could see the jellyfish beds, then stood side by side, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment. One of Patrick’s arms slipped across Spongebob’s back, and he leaned back into it, enjoying the solid feeling of the pink limb.
Patrick might be stupid at times, but Spongebob loved him, he knew that with every inch of his yellow spongy body.
I've just been watching TIPY on Smash Hits. It's a lovely song but the video...ack. Who the hell said bubbles would be a good idea? Then at the end I always end up crying laughing because they're all serious looking at all the other people and Joey's sitting scoffing his chips and red sauce. However, there are good points. Chris looks amazing in the five seconds he's on screen, as does Joey. But bubbles...
I'll warn anyone that wants to read the same I did Charlie and Mouse, I haven't written any TS apart from my AU for a while so I'm rusty.
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castalie Bag slung over his shoulder, Blair straightened his shoulders then pushed open the door to the bullpen. He didn’t have to be a Sentinel to hear how the noise level dropped, as he walked in, head held high. But Blair was still glad of the sunglasses that hid the worst of the bruises from curious glances as he walked to Jim’s desk.
“Sandburg.”
The atmosphere tensed as Jim stood, and Blair wondered what people were expecting to see. If they thought Jim would carry him from the room, or add to the collection of injuries Blair already carried. If Blair was honest he didn’t know himself, Jim had been distant since bringing Blair home from the hospital, just shaking his head when Blair told him they needed to talk.
Jim had left Blair with a pot of chicken soup and a bottle of pills before he’d left for the station, and strict instructions that he shouldn’t join him that day. Not that Blair had listened, he never did. Jim needed him, and that was that. It didn’t matter that Blair had just been kidnapped and beaten by a suspect on one of Jim’s cases.
Everyone would have seen the photos and case reports, everyone knew how protective Jim could be. But they all knew how determined Blair could be too. It didn’t matter that his body ached, and his face throbbed, the only thing that mattered was Jim, and the fact Blair needed to be by his side. The problem was, did Jim know that too?
“Jim, I had…”
“Just sit down before you fall down, Chief.” Jim said, then pulled a chair across so Blair could sit. “I’ll go and get a copy of the file for you.”
Blair smiled as Jim gently ruffled his hair as he walked past and the noise of the room went back to its usual volume. Things would be fine, he was bruised, but he’d never be beaten.
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english_muffin Carefully picking up the smashed pieces of a broken dish, Blair dropped them in the trashcan, wincing as they clashed against the other dishes already in there. Stopping a moment to throw a chewed apple away, Blair searched through all of Jim’s cupboards for a brush, finally finding one hanging neatly with the matching dustpan in the hall cupboard.
On hands and knees, Blair swept all the slivers of china he could see, then did it again, knowing Sentinel eyes would see so much more than his own. Slivers disposed of, Blair looked around the kitchen, deciding what to clean next, which is when he saw the sausages stuffed in the ventilation fan. Cursing Larry in every language he knew, Blair climbed on the workbench and started the tricky job of pulling the link of sausages back out.
Sausages rescued and binned, Blair started to straighten the living room, fluffing cushions furiously as he tried to finish before Jim came home. There was so much to do, even with all the cleaning Blair had done the loft was still a mess, and there was still Jim’s bedroom to do. The thought of Jim’s bedroom made Blair freeze in his tracks, he imagined Larry throwing shirts and white socks around the room, and Jim’s face when he saw his carefully ironed clothes thrown carelessly to the floor. As it was Blair could see a pair of white boxers hanging over the railings, complete with stain that surely Jim hadn’t made.
Blair raced for the stairs, snatching for the boxers when he reached the top. But it was a race doomed to failure, and Blair froze as he heard Jim’s key in the lock followed by the door opening.
“All right, put your hands where I can see them, now!” Jim shouted, and Blair jumped, heart thudding as he saw Jim standing with his gun drawn in the living room.
“Jim, it's me. Don't shoot. Don't shoot, man.” Blair said, and he started to walk down the stairs.
“You did this?” Asked Jim, and Blair shivered as Jim looked at him.
“Sort of. Larry escaped.”
Jim growled softly, and Blair thought about going back upstairs, but there was no way out up there, not unless he wanted to climb out of the skylight and that was not an option. Plus, all Jim would do was drag him down by the legs and that would be embarrassing, so Blair slowly finished walking downstairs, then stood looking at Jim.
“I told you what would happen if Larry did anything like this.” Jim said, then he bent forward so he could whisper in Blair’s ear.
“You want to put what in where?” Blair was surprised and stepped back until his legs pressed against the bottom step. “You’re telling that you’ve finally decided we’ll go all the way now. I thought you were mad about this.” Blair swept his hand out, indicating the loft, but Jim shrugged.
“I’m not happy about it, believe me, Chief. But that sweater, I couldn’t keep my hands off you if I tried.”
Blair looked down at his sweater, the old one he’d pulled on to clear Larry’s mess, then laughed as he saw Jim reach out to touch it. “You just want me for my fuzzy sweater don’t you?”
“That’s not the only thing, Sandburg.” Jim said, as he reached for Blair.
As Blair was crushed against Jim’s strong chest, he vowed to thank Larry when they found him.
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krabbypatty who's mean ;) Krabbypatty shoved into its bun, Spongebob handed it to Squidworth who took it to one of the fish who sat in The Krusty Krab. It was the last order of the day so Spongebob turned off the grill then started to clean it, whistling and singing as he worked despite how tired he felt. Mr Crabs had been in a grouchy mood all day, yelling about profit margins and other things that Spongebob didn’t understand.
“Spongebob.”
Looking up, Spongebob saw Patrick standing at the door of the kitchen, Squidworth behind him, scowling and batting at Patrick with a broom, but the starfish didn’t move an inch, just stood looking at Spongebob.
“You’d better move Patrick, I’m coming now.” said Spongebob, and he threw the greasy cloth in the trashcan. Patrick smiled then moved, pushing Squidworth aside with a swipe of his hips as he did so.
“I’m going now.” Said Spongebob, waving at Squidworth as he went past, he ignored the way Squidworth muttered and grumbled under his breath, he was always doing things like that, but it didn’t mean anything. Spongebob knew he was one of Squidworth’s best friends really.
As soon as they were outside, Patrick kissed Spongebob on the top of his head, planting his lips on one of his sponge holes. “I’ve missed you today.” Spongebob didn’t reply, he knew Patrick missed him, but Spongebob had to work, it took money to maintain his pineapple and to keep Gary in food.
They walked until they could see the jellyfish beds, then stood side by side, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment. One of Patrick’s arms slipped across Spongebob’s back, and he leaned back into it, enjoying the solid feeling of the pink limb.
Patrick might be stupid at times, but Spongebob loved him, he knew that with every inch of his yellow spongy body.
I've just been watching TIPY on Smash Hits. It's a lovely song but the video...ack. Who the hell said bubbles would be a good idea? Then at the end I always end up crying laughing because they're all serious looking at all the other people and Joey's sitting scoffing his chips and red sauce. However, there are good points. Chris looks amazing in the five seconds he's on screen, as does Joey. But bubbles...
