This snippet is for Hephaistos, who is working hard on deadlines and could probably use a dose of her "favorite" Blair --
A sleepy Blair!

This story has not been beta'd.

Sleepy Blair
written especially for Hephaistos

"Okay, hold on, Chief," Jim said, tightening his hold around Blair's waist as he fished in his jacket pocket for his keys. "You doing okay?"

"Mmmmn-hmmn," Blair mumbled into Jim's shoulder.

Jim opened the loft door and tossed the keys in the basket, keeping his hearing tuned to the kid's breathing and heartrate. Blair had taken a tumble down a flight of stairs in an apartment building when a suspect had come barreling unexpectedly toward them. Fortunately, Blair hadn't broken any bones in the fall, but he had sliced his arm badly on an exposed nail in the railing. That injury had required a tetanus shot and 9 stitches, along with a prescription for antibiotics and painkillers. Unfortunately, the pain killers had knocked the kid out cold.

Gently, he steered Blair toward the lower room, maneuvering around the support beam so as not to bump Blair's arm, which was held securely in a sling. The kid was barely conscious, making a pathetic attempt to move his feet, but Jim was doing all the work, practically dragging Blair along.

"Here you go, Blair," Jim said, bending down just enough to toss back the covers. Then he slowly lowered his friend onto the bed and swung Blair's legs onto the mattress, removing the young man's sneakers.

"Jjjiiimm," Blair mumbled, his eyes closed and his heartbeat indicating a borderline sleep.

"Yeah, Chief?" Jim answered, pulling the covers over Blair and tucking them securely around the smaller man's frame.

"Canyouuuu pick up some mannngos?"

Jim raised his eyebrows. "Mangos?"

"Uh-hmmm," Blair confirmed drowsily. "For Simon."

"Simon?" Jim cracked a smile. Just what was going through the kid's head?


He couldn't resist. "Why do I need to get Simon mangos?"

"For the pie."

"The pie?"


"Simon's going to bake a pie?"


"You sure, Chief?"




Jim grinned. "Tomorrow I'm taking you to get your hair cut, okay? A buzz cut."


Jim couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. "You're a real piece of work, Sandburg," he said, brushing a few curls out of Blair's face.

"Mmmm-hmmm," came the reply.

Jim shook his head, still chuckling. "See ya in the morning, Junior." He moved toward the door, but a soft murmur stopped him and he turned back around. "You say something, Chief?"

"Mmmm-hmmm... Thanks, Jim."

The Sentinel broke into a huge grin. "You're welcome, Blair."


The End.

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