Title: Magnetism

Author: A. Kite ( AKite68163@aol.com )

Series: The Sentinel

Codes: J/B

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Pet Fly Productions and other large corporations own The Sentinel. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made from this tiny bit of fantasy.

The challenge:

Challenge anyone? As I was making my sister's house a little less slashy for her return, I thought up a wicked challenge.
1. Can be any fandom (preferably TS though), as long as it is slash (yes, subtext does count)
2. Magnetic Poetry has to be in the story.
3. Cleaning up of 'evidence' is required
4. And of course, the hardest part -- it has to be under 500 words.

My response:

Magnetism

A. Kite (2000)


"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Blair Sandburg swore as he jumped up from the table where he had fallen asleep reading. Jim would be home any minute now, and the loft looked like a tornado had hit it. He hadn't meant to let the place get this messy. Jim had only been gone a week. Blair jumped around snatching up incriminating evidence and stuffing it in his room. He let his good intentions go right out the window once he hit on that story archive site on the internet. Scattered pages of printed material were all over the place. Jim would have a cow, if he accidentally picked one of those up and read it. Blair was certain that red, hot slash would not be high on Jim's reading list.

Okay, the living room was good. He tackled the bathroom next. Dirty towels into the hamper, rinse the sink out, the tub didn't look that bad. Okay, bathroom done.

Blair was putting the last dirty dish into the dishwasher when he heard the key in the door. He plastered on a big smile, and walked into to the living room to greet his Sentinel. "Hey, Jim, how was the trip?"

"Fine, Sandburg, just fine." Jim sat his bag down and headed for the kitchen. "I could use a beer, though."

Too late Blair remembered the poetry he had stuck up on the refrigerator. He'd moved Jim's magnets around too. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the onslaught. No bellowing, "Sandburg!" Just silence. Blair dared a peek with one eye and found Jim looking back at him.


"Hey, Chief, you really think my ass is that great?"

End