Title: James Elison: Robocop

Author: vashsunglasses

Rating: M

Fandom: The Sentinel/Robocop

Disclaimer: Neither "The Sentinel" or "Robocop" belong to me and I make no money off of this homage to two very amazing works of fiction.

Summary: AU. Before Blair could meet Jim, Jim was brutally murdered in the line of duty and reborn as Robocop. Will finding his Guide help Jim reclaim his humanity?

Note: You know it has been a long time since you've updated when you have to read the entire fic over again just so you can remember where you left off… And then I had to rewatch RoboCop too, but that wasn't a hardship.

"Come on in!" Blair said cheerfully, holding the door wide open as Robocop walked past him into the room. "Just give me time to get take a quick shower and get dressed, and then we can be on our way."

Robocop held up a small bag dangling in his hand.

"Wow, another bag huh? What's in it this time?" Blair said thoughtfully.

"Breakfast," Robocop said. "It is more efficient for you to eat it in the room before we leave."

Blair smiled, taking the bag, "You're a good friend, you know that?" Robocop is so definitely human, Blair thought to himself gleefully.

Blair entered the small hotel bathroom and closed the door, dropping the food bag on the counter and taking a moment to dance a manic jig across the beige tiles. Since his research on Sentinels had stalled out he had become increasingly desperate for a new topic for his dissertation. An exclusive expose on Robocop would not only get him his Doctorate, but it would also open a lot of doors.

He stopped mid flail as the sounds of Robocop's presence in the next room met his ears with a crash as what sounded like the lamp by the bed fell over. His first thought, 'Wow, he's kind of clumsy for a super-cop' was followed up by 'What the hell have I been thinking? He's not just a guinea pig!' He winced, wrapping his arms around himself as his mind warred between 'The recognition I deserve' and 'But he trusts me' before coming to a stop on 'Standing around isn't going to help anyone." He stripped quickly and got into the shower, shutting the glass door firmly behind him. It was better not to think.

The water was icy cold when he turned it on, but he didn't hesitate. He'd already wasted enough time with his stupid dance. He used the tiny generic hotel soap to suds himself up as best as possible then let the water rinse it off of him while he attacked his hair. There wasn't nearly enough shampoo in the microscopic bottle provided and the bland chemical smell made the insides of his nostrils itch. As soon as his body was soap free he shut off the water, stepping out of the shower and drying himself off. It was at that time that he realized that he hadn't brought a change of clothes into the bathroom with him.

"Way to be on the ball there Blair," he cooed to himself sardonically. He blushed self-consciously as he left the bathroom, holding a towel around his waist. He needn't have bothered as Robocop didn't even look up from where he stood frowning down at the remains of the broken lamp. He tried his best to ignore the rising feeling of dread that came at the thought of having to pay for the lamp and pulled on the first articles of clothing he could find, which happened to be a pair of well worn jeans and turtleneck.

"So, anyway…" Blair winced as his voice broke the silence. Robocop turned to look at him, "Last night I was thinking. Even though it's obvious that Omni Consumer Products probably knows everything about you, the chances of the two of us getting anything out of them are less than nil. I mean, look at us! I've been told that I look like a 'neo hippie witchdoctor punk', and you're… Um… Well, you're you." He searched the cyborg's face for hurt feelings and was surprised to see the slightest hint of amusement. He decided to ignore it and cleared his throat, "What we should do, is go to the police station Everyone knows the cops are in bed with OCP. You can walk around the building looking scary and I'll watch everyone's faces to see if anyone looks guilty! And when we find a guilty person I'll give the signal and BANG," he punched his fist in the air, "you shake them down till they tell you all they know!"

"Shake… them… down…?" Robocop repeated blankly, tilting his head to the side and tensing his lips.

Blair grinned, shaking his dark brown hair out to hide the shaking of his hands, "Yeah, because, like, um…" he frowned for a moment in thought, then pasted the grin back onto his face when it came to him, "It's kidnapping! Or, er, brainwashing! Because man, you are so totally being used in illegal ways by some seriously… ethically… morally… deficient people! What they did to you is wrong." 'And I am so totally going to pretend my little moment in the bathroom didn't happen,' he finished in his mind.

Robocop said nothing.

"Umm," Blair said, fiddling with his hands nervously, "Wrong as in illegal? Cuz you're a cop and it's your job to arrest evil people, right?"

"Affirmative," Robocop agreed, "Serve the public trust. Protect the innocent. Uphold the law. ( … ) Those are my directives."

Blair gawked, "They actually gave you directives? Wow, that's like so Asimov of them."

"Blair," Robocop said suddenly.

"Yeah big guy?" Blair asked.

"It has been a very long time since I entered this hotel room," the cyborg replied.

"Ha ha ha, oh yeah! Whoops," Blair said with a laugh, "how about I take the food with us and eat it in the car?" He grabbed the bag that felt wondrously heavy, then walked out the door, making sure to hook the 'Do not disturb' sign on the knob on the way out. 'There was no way I'm going to pay for that lamp if I can help it,' he thought as he waited for Robocop to catch up with him.