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I'm sure Petfly and those other people like them just fine.but I can borrow
them, right? *grins*
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Vacation Blues.and Blacks and Purples and.
"Jim!" Blair Sandburg called out as he yanked open the loft door. "Jim, are you here?"
Jim Ellison, detective to Major Crimes, looked up from his newspaper. After living with Blair for longer than he'd lived with his wife, Jim was still stunned and amused at the amount of energy Blair was able to produce. "Chief, I'm right here. What's going on?"
You'll never believe it! I got it. I got it. Eli told me today. The group's leaving in three weeks and we'll be gone for a month. I can't wait. I've never been there, Costa Rica, yes, but not there."
Jim, who had gone back to his reading, threw up his head and growled. "What are you talking about? Where are you going? You're leaving me?" Jim's voice sounded plaintive. "You know I need your help - my reserves are gone and it's going to be a busy month. I can't believe you'd do that to me!" Jim finished his rant at a roar.
Blair, who had been almost glowing with excitement until Jim started shouting, seemed to shrink into himself. "I thought you'd be excited, Jim. When I first brought it up, you were all for a vacation. I already talked with Simon, with your permission, I might add, and he's given both of us the time off. You had to use up your back vacation time or lose it and now is the best time to go. Yes, it's been busy, but things have started slowing down at the station. I told you about this expedition to Nicaragua with Eli. He wanted me along to help lead. I have the most experience and we work well together. I told him from the start that I'd only go if you could come with us. We had this conversation two weeks ago. Remember?"
"Chief."
"Don't 'Chief' me. You completely overreacted because you forgot. I got us an all expenses paid trip to an area we both enjoy but have never been and I'm tired of you yelling at me for helping you out." Blair slammed down his book bag and stormed into his room, slamming the French doors behind him as well.
Jim knew he had messed up. He vaguely remembered the conversation with Sandburg and realized he had tuned out his roommate's talking in favor of listening to the Jag's game on TV. He knew that he'd probably agreed with everything Blair had said. Jim also knew that it would take major sucking up to Blair to change his mood now that Jim had disappointed him. It was all his fault and the worse part was that all joy had left Blair over the trip and no matter how much Jim would try to make it up to Blair, that joy would be tainted by Jim's temper tantrum and not be as complete as it once was. Jim also knew that this trip was something he would enjoy. Nicaragua was a place he had always wanted to visit and he had always felt the inequality between himself and Sandburg. Blair worked with Jim daily in Jim's place of work. Jim had never made the effort to visit his favorite anthropologist in his native environment and this trip would give him the perfect place to observe the observer. Sandburg seemed well respected in his field and while at the police department he wasn't treated as a valuable member, Jim knew that Blair was considered one of the top up-and- coming anthropologist's of his time.
Jim got up and walked over to Sandburg's door. He rested his head on the frame and started talking. "I'm sorry. I forgot that we had talked about going. It sounds like something we'll enjoy a lot and I'm looking forward to seeing the country with you. I'd enjoy hearing more about it - will you come out and talk? Forgive me?" With those words, Jim Ellison knew his life had forever and irrevocably been tainted by Blair's influence. He had apologized AND asked for someone's forgiveness. The old, hardened Jim Ellison would never have done either of those things if threatened much less willingly. Jim shook his head and dismissed those thoughts - now was not the time for deep introspection about his life changes, now was the time to grovel like his life was on the line, which it most likely was. Sandburg had saved his life more times and ways than he could remember and the least he could do was let Sandburg plan their vacation. Hey, they might even have fun. Maybe they might not even run into any trouble. Jim snorted at that thought. The two of them couldn't even go fishing without running into criminals.
Jim heard small rustling sounds emerging from the room. Blair was moving around, playing with the books and papers that cluttered up his room. He'd go near the door, hesitate and move away. He did this several times, until he seemed to gain control of his anger. Blair grabbed the door handle and threw open the glass doors. "I can't believe you! You still don't trust me! What's it gonna take, Jim?" Giving up my life to serve you and only you? Wait, I seem to already have done that." Blair sighed and stood there staring at Jim.
"No, Blair. I trust you. It's me that has a problem."
"You got that right," Blair muttered under his breath.
"I know I wasn't paying attention when you brought it originally and then you scared me. I thought you were leaving me and I don't know how I'd ever survive without you, even for a month. I didn't want you going anywhere without me."
"Jim," Blair started, "Don't you know by now I'd never leave you alone like that? I'm not your father, I'm not your mother - I'm not going to leave you or desert you. Have I ever given you any indication that I'm going to leave? Hell, I turned down Borneo for you - note I didn't hide that offer from you - what makes you think I'd leave without discussing it with you? You'd get plenty of advanced notice if, IF, I'd go anywhere."
"I know, Chief, but my heart is still learning what my head knows. I know you won't leave, but so many people already have. Many didn't want to go, but they left anyway."
"Jim, we're connected on a deeper level than most. You'd know if something happened to me. I'm sure the spirit plane wouldn't let me go without a fight. I'm your guide. I'll guide you in this life and the next. I'll guide you wherever I am. Did Inchacha leave after he died or does he still help you from the plane he's on now? He still helps, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, he does."
"Then I will too. No matter what, we are connected, in this life and the next, and you can't get rid of me that easy."
"I'm glad. I want you to stay," Jim whispered, blinking rapidly.
Blair clasped Jim's shoulder and maneuvered him over to the kitchen table. "So are you okay with our vacation? Can we start planning or should I start finding something else we can do? Together, of course." With that, Blair smiled at Jim and waited for an answer.
"No! Your plans sound great - warm weather, culture, my favorite anthropologist in his native environment.what more can we want?"
"Nothing, man, nothing except each other."
I'd love to hear what you all think of this! Review please! Don't make me beg.cause I will, I am quite good at it.I am!
Vacation Blues.and Blacks and Purples and.
"Jim!" Blair Sandburg called out as he yanked open the loft door. "Jim, are you here?"
Jim Ellison, detective to Major Crimes, looked up from his newspaper. After living with Blair for longer than he'd lived with his wife, Jim was still stunned and amused at the amount of energy Blair was able to produce. "Chief, I'm right here. What's going on?"
You'll never believe it! I got it. I got it. Eli told me today. The group's leaving in three weeks and we'll be gone for a month. I can't wait. I've never been there, Costa Rica, yes, but not there."
Jim, who had gone back to his reading, threw up his head and growled. "What are you talking about? Where are you going? You're leaving me?" Jim's voice sounded plaintive. "You know I need your help - my reserves are gone and it's going to be a busy month. I can't believe you'd do that to me!" Jim finished his rant at a roar.
Blair, who had been almost glowing with excitement until Jim started shouting, seemed to shrink into himself. "I thought you'd be excited, Jim. When I first brought it up, you were all for a vacation. I already talked with Simon, with your permission, I might add, and he's given both of us the time off. You had to use up your back vacation time or lose it and now is the best time to go. Yes, it's been busy, but things have started slowing down at the station. I told you about this expedition to Nicaragua with Eli. He wanted me along to help lead. I have the most experience and we work well together. I told him from the start that I'd only go if you could come with us. We had this conversation two weeks ago. Remember?"
"Chief."
"Don't 'Chief' me. You completely overreacted because you forgot. I got us an all expenses paid trip to an area we both enjoy but have never been and I'm tired of you yelling at me for helping you out." Blair slammed down his book bag and stormed into his room, slamming the French doors behind him as well.
Jim knew he had messed up. He vaguely remembered the conversation with Sandburg and realized he had tuned out his roommate's talking in favor of listening to the Jag's game on TV. He knew that he'd probably agreed with everything Blair had said. Jim also knew that it would take major sucking up to Blair to change his mood now that Jim had disappointed him. It was all his fault and the worse part was that all joy had left Blair over the trip and no matter how much Jim would try to make it up to Blair, that joy would be tainted by Jim's temper tantrum and not be as complete as it once was. Jim also knew that this trip was something he would enjoy. Nicaragua was a place he had always wanted to visit and he had always felt the inequality between himself and Sandburg. Blair worked with Jim daily in Jim's place of work. Jim had never made the effort to visit his favorite anthropologist in his native environment and this trip would give him the perfect place to observe the observer. Sandburg seemed well respected in his field and while at the police department he wasn't treated as a valuable member, Jim knew that Blair was considered one of the top up-and- coming anthropologist's of his time.
Jim got up and walked over to Sandburg's door. He rested his head on the frame and started talking. "I'm sorry. I forgot that we had talked about going. It sounds like something we'll enjoy a lot and I'm looking forward to seeing the country with you. I'd enjoy hearing more about it - will you come out and talk? Forgive me?" With those words, Jim Ellison knew his life had forever and irrevocably been tainted by Blair's influence. He had apologized AND asked for someone's forgiveness. The old, hardened Jim Ellison would never have done either of those things if threatened much less willingly. Jim shook his head and dismissed those thoughts - now was not the time for deep introspection about his life changes, now was the time to grovel like his life was on the line, which it most likely was. Sandburg had saved his life more times and ways than he could remember and the least he could do was let Sandburg plan their vacation. Hey, they might even have fun. Maybe they might not even run into any trouble. Jim snorted at that thought. The two of them couldn't even go fishing without running into criminals.
Jim heard small rustling sounds emerging from the room. Blair was moving around, playing with the books and papers that cluttered up his room. He'd go near the door, hesitate and move away. He did this several times, until he seemed to gain control of his anger. Blair grabbed the door handle and threw open the glass doors. "I can't believe you! You still don't trust me! What's it gonna take, Jim?" Giving up my life to serve you and only you? Wait, I seem to already have done that." Blair sighed and stood there staring at Jim.
"No, Blair. I trust you. It's me that has a problem."
"You got that right," Blair muttered under his breath.
"I know I wasn't paying attention when you brought it originally and then you scared me. I thought you were leaving me and I don't know how I'd ever survive without you, even for a month. I didn't want you going anywhere without me."
"Jim," Blair started, "Don't you know by now I'd never leave you alone like that? I'm not your father, I'm not your mother - I'm not going to leave you or desert you. Have I ever given you any indication that I'm going to leave? Hell, I turned down Borneo for you - note I didn't hide that offer from you - what makes you think I'd leave without discussing it with you? You'd get plenty of advanced notice if, IF, I'd go anywhere."
"I know, Chief, but my heart is still learning what my head knows. I know you won't leave, but so many people already have. Many didn't want to go, but they left anyway."
"Jim, we're connected on a deeper level than most. You'd know if something happened to me. I'm sure the spirit plane wouldn't let me go without a fight. I'm your guide. I'll guide you in this life and the next. I'll guide you wherever I am. Did Inchacha leave after he died or does he still help you from the plane he's on now? He still helps, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, he does."
"Then I will too. No matter what, we are connected, in this life and the next, and you can't get rid of me that easy."
"I'm glad. I want you to stay," Jim whispered, blinking rapidly.
Blair clasped Jim's shoulder and maneuvered him over to the kitchen table. "So are you okay with our vacation? Can we start planning or should I start finding something else we can do? Together, of course." With that, Blair smiled at Jim and waited for an answer.
"No! Your plans sound great - warm weather, culture, my favorite anthropologist in his native environment.what more can we want?"
"Nothing, man, nothing except each other."