Spoilers: Switchman, The Debt, Love and Guns, The Girl Next Door...did I miss any?

Previously posted to Cascade Times (because they needed the entertainment) and Senfic (because they needed to lighten up...LOL).

This was just a goofy little something I did in response to DawnC's question, "Where's the fic?" It was created simply for fun...and for friendship.
 
 

Once upon a time there were two men, Jim and Blair. Jim and Blair were best friends, which is a good thing since they shared living quarters, and you can imagine how uncomfortable the situation would have been had they been complete strangers. Not that it can't be done, mind you, but for some reason it's much easier to go to the bathroom and snore and belch and make other strange bodily noises when you're familiar with the person sharing your space.

But I digress...

The seed for their friendship was desperation. Jim's senses were a bit squirrely, and it was soon revealed that he was a sentinel, a genetic throwback to a precivilized culture--think Neanderthal, but with nicer clothes and less forehead. This worked out nicely for Blair, who was sincerely hoping to prove the existence of sentinels so that the other anthropology grad students would stop teasing him. Among their favorite pranks was the pretense of hearing, seeing, or smelling things that were not really there, the academic's version of "What's this on my finger?" The pranks weren't humorous, just annoying. Not that anthropology grad students can't be humorous, mind you. Some of them are quite amusing, and I'm sure that a lively discussion on the dietary components of the Dobe Kung makes for fascinating dinner conversation.

But I digress...

So the two men struck up an odd partnership, and from this a friendship grew. There were a few early adventures that helped them become better acquainted with each other, but the solidifying factor was their choice to share housing. This decision was helped along when Blair's previous residence, a dark, dank, cold, gloomy, barren section of a warehouse, was blown to bits in a drug-related incident. Jim allowed Blair to move into his cozy, bright, sunny, warm loft, and Blair was eternally grateful. Not that there's anything wrong with living in a warehouse, mind you. This is America, and you have the basic freedom to choose where you want to live. I certainly didn't mean to imply that there is anything wrong with living in a warehouse, and I'll defend to the death your right to live there.

But I digress...

After Blair moved in with Jim their relationship varied between an affectionate friendship, an equal partnership, and a big brother/little brother bond, depending upon whether or not Blair actually remained in the truck when instructed to do so and who Blair happened to be dating at the time. Not that Blair has bad taste in women, mind you. I'm sure that Maya is a very nice person, and prison rehab should do wonders for Iris. Somewhere on that endless list of females who are ready to throw themselves into Blair's arms should be a nice girl with a clean record and psychologically stable relatives. Statistically, it has to happen someday. He just needs to look beyond Cascade. Perhaps he should consider searching the personal ads from small towns in the Midwest.

But I digress...

And so these two men have joined forces, and together they have become one of the best (looking) crime fighting duos in the world. They have no otherworldly superpowers or special gadgetry--only Jim's enhanced senses. They have no sleek, turbo-charged, zero-to-light-speed-in-ten-seconds vehicle--just a boxy, gas-guzzling, hayseed truck. They have no underground fortress complete with wall-sized computers--just a brick loft and Blair's laptop. But that's okay, because they don't need all of that other stuff.

They've got each other.
 
 

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