As usual, the storys not been betad.
Thanks: To DeMeo & Bilson for coming up with it all, as
well as to certain writers of Senfic and my muse Joy "Mary Sue" Raines S. for
You know the drill: "The characters in this story belong to... yadda yadda yadda." (Pet Fly/UPN)
It was a rainy Saturday in Cascade. Jim was reading a book, while Blair was surfing the Internet. Suddenly, without taking his eyes off the screen, Blair mumbled, "Hey, Jim "
Jim looked up from his book. "Yeah, Chief?" Blair turned around to look at Jim, terror in his eyes. Jim noticed that his Guides heartbeat had increased. "Youd better get over here, man."
Jim went into Blessed Protector mode. "Why? Hey, whats wrong, Chief? You look as if youve seen a ghost or something."
Blair drew a hand through his hair. "Well Just take a look at that, man! I did a search for Sentinel on Alta Vista, and This was one of the search results."
Jim couldn't believe what he was seeing a picture of Blair and himself standing next to each other in the door to Major Crimes. "But Thats ME! And YOU!"
Blair nodded. "Yeah. Freaky, huh? Seems as if they know a lot perhaps everything about us."
Jim scrolled the page down, then came to a halt. He couldnt believe what he was reading. "Hey, whats this? They say theres a TV show called The Sentinel "
Blair looked up, realization in his eyes. "Maybe its like The Truman Show!"
Jim had a confused look on his face. "The what?"
Blair sighed. "Hey, dont you remember that movie with Jim Carrey as that guy whose life is a TV series?"
"Oh, yeah, that. So youre telling me our lives is a TV series?"
Blair noded. "Looks like it. See the episode guide here? The episode Cypher is about the Lash case."
"This is creepy, Chief. But I want to know more about this. Click Random on the web ring there "
"OK." Blair clicked, and when the new page loaded, he just stared at the screen, in shock. "Oh, man "
Jim looked at the screen in surprise for a moment, then he gave a small smile. "The Blair Angst Fiction Page. Gee Lets see what this is."
A couple of hours later, both men sat in front of the computer, slight shock on their faces. Jim looked at his friend. "You OK, Chief?"
Blair looked into his eyes, with a sudden flash of anger on his face. "You're asking me if Im OK? Weve just read stuff where Im being beaten, kicked, stabbed, tortured and God knows what else and youre asking me if Im OK? Of course Im not OK! Im scared shitless! What if shes one of the writers for the series?"
Jim, who had been holding Blairs shoulder in a firm grip for some time, now took him into a firm embrace. "Havent you paid attention, Blair? Shes a fan and writes fan fiction. It wont happen to you, Chief. I wont let it. Remember in the stories that I managed to save you every time?"
Blair noded and returned the hug. "I must admit that I like the parts where you comfort me though But Im still scared, Jim. What if these people stop writing and forget about us. Will we still exist?"
Jim released his grip on Blair. "One they wont stop. Two the series has been cancelled at least temporarily and were still around, arent we?"
Blair sighed. "Yes, Jim. We are." He clicked the web rings random link, and after looking for a while on the contents on the page, he turn to Jim again. "Hey, look. Theres a link to Slash senfic on this page."
Jim turned the computer off, looking sternly at his friend. "Lets not go there, Sandburg."
THE END --- SLUT (this is the Swedish word for "end", I kid you not.)