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Rather than give each 100 word fic its own page, I decided to dedicate a page to such stories in each fandom. These stories were written for a variety of reasons. Some, just for fun. Others, for challenges. I like the discipline of trying to tell a story in 100 words. Mostly because I tend to use a heck of a lot more than that usually. |
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Blair had no idea where he was. East was west. Up was down. Things looked kinda wonky too, like a visual echo. I think I have a concussion. Ow. Remember the days when you wouldn't have recognized that fun fact? "Maybe I should sit down." Good plan. Blair began to fold. Strong hands gripped his arms, catching him before his butt touched pavement. "Where you going, Chief?" "Not sure, actually." "To the hospital, I think." "I think, therefore I am, man." "Come on, Descartes. Up you go." "Can't see too good, Jim." "Guess I'll be the guide this time, then."
Jim took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside, Blair slept so still, Jim feared at first he wasn't breathing. Again. Chief, I really fucked up this time. All he had wanted to do was spare this man, yet he'd failed so spectacularly. I can't see him now, Jim thought, fleeing like the coward he knew himself to be. Can't look him in the eye. Not now. Maybe never. How do you apologize for risking something so precious? How do you protect when your best efforts prove worthless? Jim had no answers for the questions pulling him under.
"You have the softest skin." "Jesus, Sandburg." "What? You do." "That doesn't mean you have to say so." "Why should I keep it secret?" "Some things you just don't say." "According to who? The International Brotherhood of Repressed Manly-Men?" "Everybody knows this stuff, Chief." "What stuff?" "Stuff like never say yes when a woman asks if something makes her look big. There are rules. Otherwise, anarchy reigns." "Jim?" "What?" "That ancient pair of 501s you wear sometimes? You look huge in 'em, man. Colossal. Whopping." "Forget anarchy. With you, it's more like chaos." "Really? I was hoping for big bang."
"Will you get off?" "I'm trying, Sandburg. But you refuse to cooperate." Blair gave a mighty shove. Jim rolled away with a sigh. "Is there a problem, Chief?" "You're picking up my subtle clues?" "You're being difficult." "No kidding, Captain Obvious." Jim sighed again. "What'd I do?" Blair hesitated. "Is this all about sex for you?" "All about sex?" "Just answer the question, Jim." "The sex is great, Blair. I won't apologize for it." "Me neither." "But it's not everything." "It's not?" "No. You are." "Me?" "Yeah. So come here and help me get both of us off." Blair came.
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