Fandom: The Sentinel
Author: Laurie
Title: That Happy Song
Type: Slash
Characters: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Rating:M
Warnings: refers to sex
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That Happy Song
"Dum-de happy and you know it, dum, dum, dum."
"Sandburg, if you don't stop singing that song I'm going to stuff something down your throat."
"I know, I know. I can't help it, Jim; ever since I played tour guide today for a bunch of nine-year-olds that song's been stuck in my head."
"Well, can't you leave it in your head and not share the misery? And how'd you end up with nine-year-olds, Chief? Even you had to be in double digits before Rainier let you in their Hallowed Halls of Learning."
"The kids were there to see an exhibit on North-West Native American artifacts and art, and then tour the campus. I was there because I was just a little bit late to a staff meeting, and before I showed up my fellow TA's had all voted for me to be the one to shepherd the kids through the exhibit and run them around campus. The department head pointed out that it pays to be on time to his meetings and made some lame remark about fourth-graders, mutual energy levels and me.
"And quit grinning, Jim. After spending the morning with them, I've proven they win in the energy department. The classes were early to the exhibit and while we waited to go inside the kids got restless. So I organized a little song-game, the 'If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands' one, only you keep changing the actions. I drafted kid after kid to be my co-song-leader, until that song was burned in my brain. And now I can't shut it off. Seriously, Jim. I can't stop singing and humming it. I'm driving myself crazy with it, let alone innocent bystanders like you."
"Well, Chief; we could do something to disrupt the electrical circuits in that maze you call a brain. Maybe that would stop the song from looping in your head. Or… I could gag you. At least I'd be spared from hearing it. Maybe both, hmm?"
"Uh, Jim… Hey! Be careful with that shirt. Man, and you complain about me dumping clothes on the floor… Jim, wait, let me move those books off the – Oh! Yeah… Right there… Jim? What'cha gonna do with my bandana? Ji-
"Mmmm… uhmmm…"
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"Ugh… Jim, my circuits were all scrambled, but I'm afraid the song is getting ready to make a comeback. Didn't you say you'd stuff something down my throat to keep me from singing? Yeah, Big Guy, that's exactly what I had in mind; let's see if this will kill the happy song once and for all. Shutting up and opening up now."
"Sandburggg… If you're happy and you know it, suck my—Oh, bad boy, Chief. No teeth… Okay, okay, I get the message. No song; no teeth. Now, where were we?"
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"Chief, you still awake?"
"Nooo…"
"That song out of your head now?"
"Yeah…"
"Cause I've caught it, Chief. It's like a song STD. It's repeating in my head, only I keep telling you to do all these sex things to me. Hey, maybe we can play my version of the game sometime. Tomorrow would work for me. You up for that, Chief?
"Sandburg? Why'd you pick up the bandana? Now, Chief, no need to resort to ga- mmphh"
"Goodnight, Jim."
The End