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What Simon SawPositive feedback and / or constructive criticism always welcome. Notes: This was for the Whatever Floats Your Boat Challenge. Simon doesn't normally float *my* boat, but I needed to get rid of this snippet somehow. Disclaimer: Pet Fly had nothing to do with this, except the part where I used their universe and characters. I was just kidding, honest! See? Wallet's empty. Warnings: Simon.
*Knock, knock* Jim stuck his head out the door. "Sir,what--aw, no, we forgot." Simon shrugged. "Doesn't matter, Jim, just give me the damn files." Jim stepped back, waving Simon in. The captain stood by the table while Jim quickly reassembled the files, stacked them, and handed them to Simon. "Think that's all--no, wait, Sandburg had one of the dossiers--" Jim walked into the office and crossed to his partner's desk, drawing Simon's eye to Sandburg by detouring around him. The younger man kneeled with his wrists crossed behind his back, relaxed but not touching his back or buttocks, and his eyes on the floor. "Sandburg?" said Simon when he spotted the kid down there. The kid didn't move. "Sandburg? Ellison, what's wrong with your partner?" Jim, returning with the dossier, glanced at Sandburg, blinked, then closed one of the French doors to block Simon's view. "Nothing, sir." Simon sidestepped and craned his neck. "What's he doing?" "What I told him to, Simon." "Hah! Sandburg? Quit shittin' me." "It's his turn. Shoo, Simon." Simon turned that over. Then he bolted. Jim returned to the office. Blair had carefully starched his jeans, but Sentinel senses could detect the bulge that the denim held in check. "I still think Simon'd be pissed if he knew we'd used him for this kink of yours," Jim said. ~finis~ |
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