By: Denise James
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money exchanged. Is that short enough for ya?
Warning: Just two friends being....um....friends.
Summary: Blair gets an e-mail
Thanks to Nanny who got the my muse's dust bunnies active....I'll be sneezing for days now....After reading it I kept hearing Jim begging for me to let him send it to Blair....what could I do?...he's big and he carries a gun...I gave in. (grin)
The University was pretty much abandoned this time of night and all was dark in the halls of Hargrove Hall except for the dim light that seeped under Blair Sandburg's office door.
The young anthropologist sat tapping away at the keyboard of his Toshiba laptop, unaware of the late hour. A few more grades to post and he would be done for the night.
As the last number was entered, a wave of relief rushed over him. He had feared that he wouldn't make it on time, but once again the Sandburg determination saw him through another time crunch. Checking the bold faced clock on the opposite wall of his small office, he noted that it was almost 8. His stomach also growled reminding him that it had been 8 hours since lunch, and the cucumber sandwich he had savored, was now history.
Deciding it would be best to check his e-mail before closing up shop, he quickly logged on to his internet provider thankful for the new, faster modem that had just been installed on his beloved laptop. Within seconds he was in and his mailbox showed him to have 78 messages. Many of them, he noted, were from his female students who no doubt wanted advice on future courses. Blair grinned to himself, if only he didn't have to worry about the school's policy against teacher/student relationships....shrugging, he spotted a message from his long time friend and partner Jim Ellison. It took only a second for the letter to open and laughter soon filled the office as he read the following....
Subj: Friendship - true friendship
Date: 11/09/2000 1:25:16 PM Central Standard Time
From: JEllison@cascadepd.com
To: BSandburg@Rainier.edu
For those tired of the usual "friend" poems, here is a touch of reality. I thought you would get a kick out of this chief.....Oh, and I added a few touches of my own in (((__))).
When you are sad ... ...
I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the scum sucking
bastard who made you sad.
(((You can always count on me in your time of need.)))
When you are blue ... ...
I'll try to dislodge whatever's choking you.
(((This should be easy, since it will be my hands around your scrawny little
neck for not listening to me when I tell you to stay in the truck.)))
When you smile ... ...
I'll know you finally got laid.
(((( I worried about this one because you smile a lot....a table leg comes to
mind for some reason....))))
When you are scared ... ...
I will rag you about it every chance I get.
(((Just like I do about that precious *classic* of yours.)))
When you are worried ... ...
I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to
quit whining.
(((You would probably only whine more though.)))
When you are confused ... ...
I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.
(((This sounds more like you talking to me.....)))
When you are sick ... ...
Stay away from me until your well again, I don't want whatever you have.
(((Nor do I want your strange herbal remedies...just use the spray chief.)))
When you fall ... ...
I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
(((Well, only if you don't need a trip to Cascade General's Emergency room....)))
This is my oath ... ...
I pledge till the end. Why you may ask?
Because you're my friend.
(((And it's all about friendship, right?)))
Oh..I think it's time to run...Simon just opened the chain letter I sent him earlier and he doesn't look toooooo happy. Damn I hate it when things are slow around here...
See ya tonight, btw, I'm picking up dinner at Valli's hope you're in the mood for Lasagna.
Jim.
///What a nut./// Blair thought to himself as he saved the letter and closed down his computer for the night. ///I'll have to find something to use as payback.///
After the computer was secured inside his backpack, Blair turned off the light in his office and set out for home. After all, revenge was best planned over a plate of lasagna with your target sitting across from you.
The end....or is it? (I'm sure Jim would like to think so. Muhahahaha.)