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A Ringing Phone--The Sentinel--Fic

Title: A Ringing Phone
Author: Patt
Email: PattRose1@aol.com
Author's websites: http://patt_rose0.tripod.com/dreamingofsentinels/
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Prompt: A Ringing Phone
Category: Slash--Established Couple
Rating: FMAO
Status: Complete
Spoilers: None
Brief Summary: When you're angry nothing irritates you more than a
ringing phone.
Warnings: Bad language.



A Ringing Phone
By Patt


Blair paced the loft, still fuming from the words that he and Jim had
said to each other. It started over something quite simple, but
escalated very quickly. Blair knew that Jim didn't want to be out at
the station, but Blair felt like they owed Simon an explanation about
their relationship. Jim told him it was not going to happen. Blair
told Jim he disagreed and Jim said, "Tough shit." That was when the
argument really started.

Both men had said hateful things, that Blair wished he could take
back now, but he also knew how Jim seriously felt about them and this
was going to take a while to get over.

As Blair paced the loft, swearing under his breath, the phone began
to ring. Blair stopped pacing and looked at the phone as if it were
alive. He knew it was Jim and didn't want to talk to the jerk. So
he chose to ignore it and continued pacing.

The answering machine came on and said, "Hi, you've reached the
Ellison and Sandburg residence, leave a message after the beep.
Beeeeeep!"

"Chief, I know you're there, pick up the phone. I need to tell you
something. It's important. I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't." Jim
waited on the line, with no answer. "Damn it, Chief, I know you're
there. Please pick up the phone." The answering machine shut off and
Blair was relieved. He didn't want to hear anything else from Jim
tonight. He had heard quite enough earlier. Jim called him selfish
and immature. As if.

The phone rang again and Blair waited for the machined to pick up.
After the machine spoke, Jim said, "All right, we're going to do this
the hard way. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry I said everything I
said tonight. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you. Please
pick up the phone."

Blair was almost tempted, but then the machine shut off again. Blair
almost smiled at how irritated this was probably making Jim.

The phone rang again and Blair sat down on the sofa. He refused to
answer the damn thing. Never had he thought about how annoying a
ringing phone would be. Now he knew. Once the machine went off Jim
said, "You're being a prick, Sandburg. I was ready to tell you
anything you wanted to hear, but now I'm pissed off again. Fuck
you. You are an immature asshole that only thinks about yourself."
The machine shut off once more.

"Tell me how you really feel, Jim." Blair said aloud in the empty
loft. Sadness began to surround him once more. This was not going
the way he had planned. He figured that Jim would call a couple of
times and then come home again and kiss his ass. It looked like he
wouldn't be getting his ass kissed anytime tonight.

Blair walked into the office and got his suitcase and took it
upstairs. He knew this was immature, but he was leaving before Jim
got back home. He'd see him at work and that would be enough. Blair
was saddened by the thought of him having to leave the loft, but saw
no other way out.

Blair packed quickly and somberly. Why did it feel like he was
leaving the only place he had felt at home? Maybe because it was the
only place that he would ever call home. Blair finished packing and
called Conner.

"Hello?"

"Conner, do you have a place I could stay for a few days?" Blair
sadly asked.

"Oh Sandy, what did the big jerk do now?" She asked trying to take
some of the seriousness out of the conversation.

"We both did it, Conner. I just need a place to stay for a while
until I find a new place to live. I shouldn't need to bother you for
too long." Blair explained.

What are you guys fighting about?" Conner asked.

"I'll talk to you when I get there." Blair said, still sounding very
sad and lonely.

"You know where I live. I'll be waiting for you." Conner hung up the
phone to get her spare room ready for Sandy.

Blair took his suitcase and walked out the door, not looking back.
He knew he would lose it if he thought about it any longer.

<<<>>>

The drive over to Conner's was uneventful and he was glad of that.
He kept thinking that Jim would put out an APB looking for him, but
alas, Jim was just as fucked up as Blair was. They were destined to
be alone, that's all there was to it.

<<<>>>

Jim drove to the loft, getting more pissed off by the second. That
little prick was just ignoring him to make him angrier and it was
working. How dare he think that he could pull Jim's strings like
that. No one used up an Ellison and lived to tell of it.

Okay, to be fair, part of the fight was his fault, but it was mostly
Blair's. He had told Blair that he didn't want to come out at the
station. He didn't want anyone to know about them. It had been fine
with him up until now. What had happened that changed his mind? Why
was Blair so insistent on telling people about the two of them? And
why did Jim feel the need to make Blair so mad all the time?

When he drove up to the loft parking lot, he noticed that Blair's car
wasn't anywhere to be found. Where did he go? It was too late to be
just driving around. That's why Jim had come home, he was getting
tired. Surely Blair was tired too. So where was he?

Jim entered the loft and could see that Blair was nowhere in sight.
He walked up the stairs and saw that Blair had taken his things out
of the dresser.

He left me? He just up and left me?

Jim sat down on their bed and wiped his large hand across his face.
He didn't have time for this. He needed to get some sleep before
court the next day. Why did Blair always pull this shit on court
days?

Jim grabbed his cell phone and hit Blair's number and listened to it
ring. Blair didn't pick up and it went to voice mail.

"Chief, we really need to talk. I need to know that you're all right
and we're all right. Where are you? Call me back and let me know
where you are." Jim closed his cell and waited there as patiently as
he could.

Jim decided that while he waited he would clean up the loft. Blair
had left quite a large mess behind. It would give him something to
do, which would be a good thing.

<<<>>>

Blair knocked on Conner's door and she opened it wearing a big
smile. "Come on in, roomie."

"Thanks, Conner, you'll never know how much this means to me." Blair
said as calmly as he could, considering.

"So what are you lovers fighting over?"

Blair started to cough and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh please, Sandy, do you think we're all stupid? We know you guys
are an item. Hell, I figure you've been an item for years."

"Just one year." Blair said sadly.

"And did you never want anyone to know?" Conner asked.

"Jim didn't. He's sure that he doesn't want to be outed at the
station house and he doesn't want anyone talking about us behind his
back." Blair explained.

Conner smiled as she said, "Too late. Everyone talks about the two
of you already. So it's not like it's a big secret anymore. Why not
call him and tell him?"

"Because he called me a selfish prick tonight. Not just once, but
twice. I don't have to put up with that shit, do I?" Blair was so
depressed.

"I don't want to get in the middle of this because I know you two
will make up and then things would be awkward if I took sides."
Conner knew that they would be kissing and making up tonight. She
just felt it. "What did he say when you told him you were coming
over here?"

"He doesn't know I'm here. I didn't see him before I left, so he
doesn't know." Blair replied.

Conner just stood there and looked at Blair as if he had grown two
heads. "What in the hell are you thinking? You have to tell him
where you are. He's been your lover for a year; he must be frantic
by now."

Blair thought a moment and then said, "So, let him be frantic."

"This is all because Jim doesn't want to come out?" Conner had to
know what happened.

"Yes, that's what it's all about. I told him I thought we should
tell Simon and the rest of you on Poker night and he said no. He
wouldn't even listen to my reasons." Blair remarked.

"Sandy, call him really quick and just tell him that you're here, so
he won't worry."

"No, I don't think so." Blair reasoned.

Conner picked up the phone and called the station. When Rafe
answered she said, "Has Ellison called in tonight?"

"Yeah, he just called a few minutes ago looking for Sandburg. I told
him I don't run a day care." Rafe laughed.

"Oh good one, Rafe. Did Ellison sound upset?"

"No, he sounded grumpy, like he usually sounds. Why?" Rafe asked.

"I just wondered because I just saw him and wondered what was wrong
with him. I'll talk to you later on." Conner hung up the phone and
looked at Blair.

"Okay, this has gone on long enough. He called work looking for
you. He's worried, and he's upset. Rafe said he was grumpy. He
hasn't been grumpy in a long, long while. Now I need you to call
him."

"Fine, if it'll stop you from nagging." Blair teased.

He pulled out his cell phone and hit Jim's number and listened to it
ring until he heard, "Ellison."

"Jim, I'm over at Conner's I just wanted you to know so you don't
worry. So you see, I'm not always a selfish prick." Blair insisted.

"Chief, I came home to talk to you. I wanted to discuss things and
found you gone. How do you think that made me feel?" Jim inquired.

Blair thought and minute and without missing a beat said, "Well, now
you know how it feels to be worried and upset. I was worried about
you too, until you phoned and called me a selfish prick. Then worry
and love went out the window."

Jim was infuriated. "Blair, the only reason I said those things is
because you wouldn't pick up the phone and talk to me. I just wanted
to apologize and talk to you. But no… you had to have your way."

An angry Blair answered, "I just wanted to let you know where I was.
I'll see you in court tomorrow. I have to go to bed now. I don't
want to talk about anything personal with you for at least two
weeks. I need time to think."

"You're dumping me just like that?" Jim assumed.

"I didn't say anything about dumping, I said I don't want to talk
about anything personal for two weeks. That'll give us time to get
over some of this ugliness." Blair assured him.

"Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow." Jim closed his cell phone and sat
on their bed, looking a little like a lost child.

<<<>>>

He's not coming back for two weeks at least, he might be dumping me
slowly. What should I do about this? He has to know how much I care
about him, right? Maybe I need to go over there and remind him.
Conner will get her nose into it but this is our life we're talking
about.

Jim grabbed his jacked and his keys and was out the door before
anymore thought was put into it.

<<<>>>

"Sandy, surely you can't be serious about two weeks."

"Why are you taking his side?" Blair replied angrily.

"Oh shut up. I'm not taking the grumps side, I'm just saying the two
of you have been lovers for a year now, I think you owe it to each
other to talk things through." Conner articulated.

"Can I possibly go to bed now?" Blair was sad and exhausted.

"Sure…" Conner led the way into the spare room and told him where he
could find everything he needed.

"Thank you, Conner. You're a great friend." Blair said quietly.

"I'll see you in the morning." She shut the door and left Blair to
his own thoughts.

<<<>>>

When Jim got to Conner's he saw no lights on and that bothered him
somewhat. How come he was still awake while Blair was sleeping? Did
things not bother Blair like they did him?

Jim rang the doorbell and waited for Conner to answer. When she
opened the door she was wearing a robe and whispered, "What are you
doing here?"

"What do you think, Conner?"

"Well, he doesn't want to see you tonight. He was unwavering about
that." Conner still whispered.

Jim looked down at the floor and said, "Please?"

"Well, I guess since you said please." She stood aside as Jim entered
the house.

"He's in the second room to the left. Keep it down, I have to get up
early tomorrow." Conner walked off into her own room and shut the
door.

Jim opened the door to the spare room and saw Blair curled up in a
ball, rocking and he whispered, "Chief?"

Blair jumped and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't wait until tomorrow to tell you I was sorry. I should
never have called you those names. It never should have come out of
my mouth. I'm sorry, Blair. I truly am. I'm afraid of what everyone
will say at the station when they hear we're a couple. I'm sorry for
being such a coward, but I can't help it." Jim hoped he was getting
somewhere.

"Jim, Conner already knew about us. She wasn't surprised at all and
she said everyone else knows about us too. So it's not a big shock
to anyone." Blair explained.

"Can we go home and talk about this?" Jim questioned.

"No, I need some time to think." Blair responded.

An alarmed Jim answered, "Don't do this. Just don't do this. You're
shutting me out and once you do that, you won't let me back in again."

"You didn't seem to care earlier when you called me a selfish prick."

"I told you I had no right to call you that, I just wanted to talk to
you and I was angry." Jim explained.

"Well, now I'm angry and I want you to go home and sleep alone. I
think it would do us both good." Blair suggested.

"Oh fuck that…You think sleeping alone is a good thing for us? I
can't even stand being alone while I'm awake, let alone asleep. I
need you, Sandburg. I want you back home with me."

"Well, sometimes we don't always get what we want." Blair realized.

"Please don't make me beg."

Jim heard Conner in the next room say, "Now would be a great time for
begging, you dope."

So Jim decided he would do just that. "I can't make you come home if
you don't want to. But I'd like you to. I'd love for you to come
home. I'd like to cuddle with you all night long and tell you how
sorry I am about what I said. I'd also like for you to make love to
me."

"You're kidding? You wait until tonight to offer your ass up to me?
You're told me from the start that you're a top." Blair said
disgustedly.

"Well maybe I'm the selfish prick. Did you ever think about that? I
don't want anyone to know about us because I know they'll say things
about you fucking me and I can't stand the idea of them thinking that
about me. But right now, I would do anything to keep you by my side
and in my bed, so if offering my ass up to you would do it, then so
be it."

"Jim, I think we need some time apart." Blair suggested again.

"No… We need to be together. Please?" Jim was into a begging mode
now and Blair was distressed seeing him like this. It wasn't as fun
as Blair thought it would be.

"Jim, nothing is going to change, right? We're still going to be in
the closet and I can't stand being there any longer."

"Then we'll tell Simon, Joel, Conner, Rafe and Brown. But that's all
for now." Jim agreed.

"So we can tell them all on poker night?" Blair asked.

"You can tell them right now if you want to." Jim insisted.

"Jim, I want you to tell Conner right now and it depends on how you
tell her if I go home or not." Blair offered the ultimatum.

Jim walked out the door and knocked on Conner's bedroom door. She
called, "Come in."

"Hi, I wondered if I could talk to you for a moment." Jim said
looking at the floor.

"Sure, what's up, Jimbo?"

Jim smiled at the normalcy of her calling him Jimbo and him hating it
even when he was trying to make up with Blair.

"I wanted to tell you about Blair and me. We've been lovers for one
year now and it's time that everyone knows about it."

Conner smiled and said, "It's about time, slowpoke."

"It doesn't bother you, I take it?" Jim still hadn't looked Conner in
the eye.

"Jimbo, look at me." Conner ordered.

Jim looked into her eyes and saw nothing but love and friendship and
smiled. "I love him so much."

"I know you do. Now take him home and make love to him. Things will
be better tomorrow. Actually, go home and sleep because you have
court tomorrow morning, bright and early. Better get some rest."
Conner suggested and pushed him out of her room.

Jim walked into Conner's spare room and smiled because Blair was
packing all of his things getting ready to go home. He looked up and
Jim and asked, "So do I still get to fuck you?"

"Whenever you want to."

"Not tonight, we need to sleep tonight. But tomorrow, your ass is
mine." Blair retorted.

"I love you, Blair."

"And I love you, Jim. Now let's go home."

"On the way home we're going to discuss you not answering the phone.
There is nothing worse than wondering where your lover is when a
fight is taking place. We're not going to do this again."

"All right. A ringing phone will always be answered from now on.
Gotcha." Blair said as he pulled Jim down for a quick kiss.

Both men knew that there would be more arguments as time went on, but
they also knew that they could kiss and make up, so it wasn't as bad
as a person thought.

Blair wore a huge smile all the way home just thinking about finally
getting Jim all the way. Yes, things were going to work out just
fine.

The end

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