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Title: The Smell of Music
Fandom: The Sentinel
Author: Alobear
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: #2: MASH Episodes (The Smell of Music)
Warnings: Very mild slash
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim and Blair have different ideas of how to pass the time when they are snowed in
The door to the cabin burst open and Jim tumbled in, just a huge, padded shape silhouetted against the white light behind him. Blair watched him from his position kneeling in front of the hearth, where a newly built fire blazed. Jim dropped the bag he was carrying, then wrestled with the door, latching it shut and leaning heavily on it. He shook his furred hood back from his face.
“It’s really coming down out there,” he said, brushing snow from the shoulders of his jacket. “I’ve no idea where this blizzard came from, but it looks like we’ll be stuck here at least a couple of days. The truck’s nearly buried already and I could barely see the cabin from only a few feet away.”
“Good job we packed plenty of supplies, then,” Blair said. “Come and get warm.”
Jim wrenched off his boots and left them by the door, shedding layers as he made his way across the room. He joined Blair on the floor and held his hands out to the flames.
“Nice job with the fire,” he said. “Now, come here, so we can conserve body heat.”
They settled themselves on the blanket before the fire, Jim’s back against the side of the couch, Blair encircled in his arms.
“I’m sorry we won’t get to do any hiking, Chief,” Jim said. “I know you were looking forward to getting out in the woods this weekend.”
Blair snuggled against the warm wool of Jim’s thick jumper. Right then, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. “I’m sure we can find other fun things to do,” he said.
Jim chuckled. “What did you have in mind?”
Blair twisted so he could look over his shoulder into Jim’s eyes, a wide grin on his face. “I was reading this paper on synaesthesia earlier in the week, and it got me thinking. Have you ever considered that you might be able to combine your senses to get even more information than you do already?”
Jim frowned. “You want to spend the weekend doing experiments?”
Blair nodded. “Sure, why not? We’ve got the time. We might as well make use of it.”
Jim sighed. “That wasn’t exactly what I envisaged when we got snowed in.”
Blair pulled Jim’s arms more tightly around himself. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, I promise. But for now - have you ever tried to smell music?”
Fandom: The Sentinel
Author: Alobear
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: #2: MASH Episodes (The Smell of Music)
Warnings: Very mild slash
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim and Blair have different ideas of how to pass the time when they are snowed in
The door to the cabin burst open and Jim tumbled in, just a huge, padded shape silhouetted against the white light behind him. Blair watched him from his position kneeling in front of the hearth, where a newly built fire blazed. Jim dropped the bag he was carrying, then wrestled with the door, latching it shut and leaning heavily on it. He shook his furred hood back from his face.
“It’s really coming down out there,” he said, brushing snow from the shoulders of his jacket. “I’ve no idea where this blizzard came from, but it looks like we’ll be stuck here at least a couple of days. The truck’s nearly buried already and I could barely see the cabin from only a few feet away.”
“Good job we packed plenty of supplies, then,” Blair said. “Come and get warm.”
Jim wrenched off his boots and left them by the door, shedding layers as he made his way across the room. He joined Blair on the floor and held his hands out to the flames.
“Nice job with the fire,” he said. “Now, come here, so we can conserve body heat.”
They settled themselves on the blanket before the fire, Jim’s back against the side of the couch, Blair encircled in his arms.
“I’m sorry we won’t get to do any hiking, Chief,” Jim said. “I know you were looking forward to getting out in the woods this weekend.”
Blair snuggled against the warm wool of Jim’s thick jumper. Right then, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. “I’m sure we can find other fun things to do,” he said.
Jim chuckled. “What did you have in mind?”
Blair twisted so he could look over his shoulder into Jim’s eyes, a wide grin on his face. “I was reading this paper on synaesthesia earlier in the week, and it got me thinking. Have you ever considered that you might be able to combine your senses to get even more information than you do already?”
Jim frowned. “You want to spend the weekend doing experiments?”
Blair nodded. “Sure, why not? We’ve got the time. We might as well make use of it.”
Jim sighed. “That wasn’t exactly what I envisaged when we got snowed in.”
Blair pulled Jim’s arms more tightly around himself. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, I promise. But for now - have you ever tried to smell music?”
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