Jim rolled in his bed for the 5th time that night. *Wonderful! This is the 5th night in a row that he's been reading those books! Never again!* Jim sighed as he blearily looked at the clock. *3:00?!? That's it! No more!*

Jim threw back his covers and silently snuck downstairs. He saw the small reading light he had bought Blair for Christmas after the bright light had bothered Jim like no other. Now it was the rustling at pages and the quiet (loud to a Sentinel's senses) rustling of pages and mutterings.

"I can't believe it! He's what?? But he can't be!? Ohhh, what a twist! So now that means . . . "

Jim silently opened the door and creeped over to the occupant in bed. Walking like his spirit guide, he smiled an evil smile as he slowly walked to the bed. His guide did not notice him for he was too engrossed in his book. Jim reached his guide's back.

"BOO!" he shouted and grabbed the younger man. He started to tickle him.

Blair shouted, frightened out of his mind. His scream quickly became laughter as he realized he was under attack by one sleep-deprived, slightly insane sentinel. He wriggled, trying to escape and pleaded with the bigger man.

"J - jim man, sstooop p-p-please! Ha ha ha! I-I can'ttake it! Hee hee hee! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"That'll teach you to read Harry Potter this late at night! HA!" He grabbed onto the squirming guide and continued to tickle him. "Do you give up? Do you?"

"YES! Oh my god, yes! Stop!" Jim let go as Blair crawled away from him and huddled into a ball, afraid of another attack. "Point made Jim, no more reading after 1:00"

"Good! Now go to sleep!" Jim got up to leave and left the room. He went upstairs, quite pleased with himself. He was lying in bed when he heard the whispered words.

"Payback's a bitch Jim, remember that."

Jim fell asleep with a smile on his face, ready for anything. 

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