This is just a silly little story written in a IM, but I couldn't resist sending it out.
Jim paused outside the loft. He knew instantly that his guide was crying, caution was thrown to the wind as Jim rushed into the loft moving quickly to his Guide's side.
"Blair.....buddy what’s wrong?" he asked, soothingly, taking the empty seat next to Blair on the couch. Placing a reassuring arm around Blair's shoulders, Jim drew the young man closer trying to understand what was wrong and offer comfort at the same time.
"He's gone," Blair sobbed, cryptically.
The cop in Jim came out...a missing person...that was something he could handle. "Who’s gone?”
Blair turned his head toward Jim.
The older man instantly felt his heart melt at seeing his guide so upset.
Blair met Jim's gaze for a few seconds then leaned his head on Jim's chest..... "Frosty.......he melted," Blair said, between a huge catch of breath.
For the first time Jim noticed the TV and the cartoon that was playing. If it had been anyone else in his arms crying over a cartoon, Jim would have laughed, but this was Blair.
"Shhhhhhh, Chief, it's okay," Jim soothed.
"No.. you don’t understand. He’s gone!"
Jim didn't know when he started, but he found himself rubbing Blair's back trying to quiet the young man, as he racked his brain trying to remember the ending to the cartoon.
"Blair, hey, buddy... I bet if you just relax and watch the rest of the cartoon, Frosty will be back."
"Really?" came the quiet question.
"Would I lie to you?"
Blair slowly turned his head so he could see the TV, while being careful to keep his face hidden from Jim.
As the credits rolled at the end of the cartoon, Jim leaned forward to see the smile on Blair's face. "See, Chief, I told you there would be a happy ending."
"Yeah, you were right," Blair replied.
Now that Blair was no longer crying, Jim felt somewhat strange holding the younger man. "So, Chief, what’s for supper?"
"I didn't make anything. I thought we could go out and get something," Blair said, as he sat up, finally breaking the connection between himself and Jim.
"Really, man I could swear I smell onions," Jim said, sniffing the air.
"Mmmm, must be coming from next door."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Chief. Well let me change clothes and we can leave." Jim indicated the wet spot on his shirt where Blair’s tears had fallen.
“Sorry about that, Jim,” Blair said, as he looked up at Jim through thick lashes.
“Not a problem, Chief.”
Once Jim was safely out of sight, Blair pulled the zip lock bag out from between the couch cushions. Even without the bag open the fumes brought tears to his eyes.....'There are always easier ways to get cuddles than getting hurt,' he thought to himself, hurrying to destroy the evidence before Jim returned.
The end
