An Easter Drabble
by WindDancer
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"Sandburg!!" Jim's paniced voice echoed down from the loft like a canon. "Sandburg!!"
Blair bolted upright from a dead sleep and was on his feet without a conscious thought. "Hang on, Jim!" He shouted as he bolted up the stairs two at a time. His bare feet pounding loudly on the wooden steps.
Jim sat straight up in bed with a look of stark terror on his face. "Blair, something's wrong! Something's wrong with my sight!"
Blair sat down on the bedside in full Guide mode. "Ok, Jim, tell me what's happening." Haphazard curls falling in all directions giving him the wild caveman look.
Jim swallowed and rubbed his eyes. "Everything's pink!" Blinking feverishly he looked at Blair hard. "You're pink! You're hair! Oh, God, comb that mess!"
"Haha!" Blair retorted. "What do you mean 'everything is pink?' What kind of pink?"
"Pink!" Jim threw off the covers and stumbled to his dresser. "Everything is pink!! What the hell am I gonna do?"
Blair bounded off the bed. "Take it easy, we'll figure this out."
Jim took off down the stairs, a mad man clad in boxers and a sleeping mask around his neck backwards! Everywhere he looked things were pink. The normal yellow sunlight through the balcony doors was pink, the couches were pink, the floor was pink, the overhead lights in the kitchen were pink, everything everywhere was pink!
Coming down the stairs Blair went to the kitchen to fix a pot of tea. "First thing we need to do is NOT panic. Don't panic." His hands gestured wildly in the air as he stood at the stove willing the water to boil faster. This was SO NOT how he liked to start his weekends.
Jim darted into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Oh, Christ, the beer is pink! I'm not drinking pink beer, Chief!"
"Jim, chill, what did you eat that was different from the norm? Or drink?" Blair leaned against the closed fridge, his hands on Jim's forearms. Glancing past his Sentinels shoulders he saw the reason for the problem at hand.
"Uh, Jim, how many marshmallow peeps did you eat last night?" Blair walked over to the counter and looked at the cake plate that had only two peeps left.
Jim narrowed his eyes at his partner. "I don't know. A few. Why?"
Blair tried to suppress the grin on his face. "How about alot, man. I left about 20 or so out. My guess is you've overloaded yourself on Red Dye #40."
"What?" Jim didn't believe what he was hearing. "I'm seeing pink because I ate a bunch of pink peeps?"
"Yep!" Blair crossed his arms smugly over his chest. Case solved!
"No way!" Jim shook his head, the pink vision not clearing a bit! "What if I ate 20 or so yellow ones? Or blue ones?"
Blair pouted in thought. "Probably get yellow or blue vision. Hey, you wanna find out, man??"
Jim stalked into the living room. "No, I don't! Just go out and get me some clear ones so I can get my sight back!"