Description: How do others see our families? (AN: This was brought about by a throwaway comment by Aerianya – so that is who I dedicate it to too)
Disclaimer: Not mine..
Title: Reflections from a River (they may not be as they appear)
By Marns AKA Bumpkin
Rated PG
Gen
(Wordcount: 475)
Rafe, H, Simon and Joel were all loafing in the shade and enjoying the mild summer day the police association had picked for the annual picnic when H suddenly began to snicker. The other three men sitting with him were puzzled. Nothing had happened – well, that they had noticed anyway - that was all that humorous, so what in the world could H be laughing at?
H seemed to be looking steadily in one direction, and had been since he started to laugh, so the others followed his line of sight. Jim, Blair and Blair's two son's were at a picnic table, and that was about it. The other three were still mystified. They still had no idea what was causing their companion such amusement.
Finally Rafe couldn't take it anymore and asked,
"H, man, what in the hell is so funny?"
H did his best to stifle his laughter in order to answer, but giggles kept erupting from him. At last, he just did his best to talk through the laughter he couldn't quite quell.
"It was just something that struck me while I was watching Jim, Blair and the kids set up to eat, guys. Really, it's not that funny – it's actually not that nice either. I shouldn't find it as funny as I do."
His three companions traded looks that said they were extremely curious now. Simon prodded,
"We're cops, and nowhere in our job description does it say we're supposed to be nice – so spill."
H shrugged, and made a sweeping gesture towards the group under discussion.
"Well, while I was just watching them over there, I was hit with the fact that they're the three 'Blairs'. Y'know, Sandburg is obviously 'Papa Blair', and then there may be no 'Mama Blair' - but there is two 'Baby Blairs', 'Fussy' and 'Foolhardy'."
And then as if to punctuate what H had said, Blair threw up his hands in fatherly exasperation right at that moment. Liam it seemed didn't care for what his Da had packed for them to eat and was kicking up a bit of a fuss over it, and Corwin was doing his best to just escape the table so that he could play with some other kids.
Simon began to chuckle. Now, it was his turn to be at the center of attention of his three companions. He didn't draw it out, he just grinned and told them,
"Well if they are the 'Three Blairs', then that would make Jim 'Goldilocks' wouldn't it? He is the latecomer with light-colored hair to their group that they decided to keep, right?"
Uproarious laughter came from their group of four. They were laughing so hard they almost didn't see the narrowed blue eyes of one former ranger trained on them. But then, they did and remembered who and what he was.
"Oooops."
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