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TS: Don't Go Breaking My Heart
Sisterly Love
Title: Don't Go Breaking My Heart
Author: Ice Bear
Summary: Blair ropes Jim into a University project
Warning: Slash
Word Count: 867
Disclaimer: All things related to The Sentinel belong to others. I simply borrow them for my own entertainment.

Note: Written for the Sentinel Thursday Challenge #256 - Prompt:Solo

Don't Go Breaking My Heart - lyrics by Ann Orson and Carte Blanche, duet by Elton John and Kiki Dee (1976)

Jim Ellison grimaced as he reached the top of the stairs. The racket coming from the loft was not what he needed right now. He already had a headache the size of Mount Hood. The loud music, accompanied by his roommate’s booming voice, was not what he had in mind when he left work early.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. His blue eyes widened at the sight before him. Blair was standing on the couch, legs spread and hips pumping, eyes closed, singing at the top of his lungs into a brush he was using for a microphone.

“Don’t go breaking my heart. I couldn’t if I tried. Honey, if I get restless. Baby, you’re not that kind. Don’t go…What the hell?” The young man finished, as his head phones suddenly went silent.

“That’s what I want to know, Sandburg.” Jim responded as he moved from the stereo to stand in front of the couch.

“Oh hey, Jim. Didn’t expect you home so early.”

“Obviously. But I want an answer to the question. What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, that.” He hastily dropped the brush to the couch and smiled his most ingratiating smile. “The anthro department needed an entry in the faculty talent show. I volunteered.”

“So let me get this straight. You're going to sing a duet by yourself for the U talent show?”

“The show raises money for scholarships so I figured it’s my way of giving back. And I’m not singing it solo.”

“So what poor soul have you roped into singing the Elton John part?”

“Hey, I’m playing Elton John! And since when did you know anything about music that wasn’t written by Santana?”

“Don't change the subject. I'll rephrase my question. What poor young thing have you roped into playing Kiki Dee – although you certainly have the hair to pull it off.”

“Well, that’s the thing, Jim. You see, I did some thinking, and decided I needed someone who could really take the part and make it their own.”

“You have me on the edge of my chair, Chief.” Jim smiled as he realized that at some point during the verbal sparing his headache had disappeared.

'And nobody told us
Cause nobody showed us
And now it's up to us babe
I think we can make it'

“I figured that since I spent so much time at the station with you, it was only fair that you spend a little time at the U with me – kind of equal time, you know.”

“I’m not following you, Darwin.”

“Sometimes I wonder how you ever made detective,” Blair muttered as he sank down to perch on the top of the sofa.

“Sentinel in the room, Sandburg,” Jim growled, a finger pointing at his ear.

“Shelly was going to do it with me but her boyfriend has the flu, and she called this morning sounding like an obscene phone call.”

“I think you’ve become so used to obfuscating that you’re incapable of providing a straightforward answer.”

“Okay. Bottom line, man…you’re going to do the song with me.”

Jim felt his headache come back with a rush. “Pull the other one, Sandburg.”

“Seriously, Jim. The show is in two days, and there’s not time to teach the song and the moves to anyone else. You have a great voice, the song is from your era, and I know when you were in Vice you performed some ‘interesting’ routines on a couple of your undercover ops, so just singing ought to be a breeze.”


Blair was over the back of the couch in an instant, using it as a barrier to keep the pissed off Sentinel at bay. “Come on, Jim. It’s for a good cause. Look, I’ll even let you play Elton, and I'll play Kiki – though I think you have the legs for it.” Jim made his move while Blair was talking. Picking him up from behind – earning a squeal – he dumped him on the couch, and followed him down – landing his weight on his hands and knees.

“Ah, Jim, man, you can’t kill me – who would cook you dinner?”

“You don’t really think I’d fall for the Shelly has laryngitis trick did you?” He asked, fingers ghosting across the heaving rib cage. “Did you?” He let his fingers loose to do their job.

Trying desperately to catch his breath while the tickling continued, Blair huffed out between giggles “Okay, okay, I give.” The two stared at each other, matching grins on their faces.

'So don't misunderstand me
You put the light in my life'

“It’s the song; I don’t want to sing it with anyone else.” That earned him a kiss. “Besides, the Chief is always saying that you cops need to get more involved with the community so I figured we could kill two birds with one stone – we can spend some time together, and you can tell the Chief you’re doing your community service.”

"That's my Blair, always thinking," Jim responded, placing another kiss on the soft lips. "Just remember that you'll owe me for this one."

"And I'm more then willing to pay up Saturday night when we get home," he responded, leering at his lover. "Wait until you see me in panty hose." Whatever else he was going to say was drowned out by Jim's lust-filled growl as he ripped off his t-shirt.

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Hah, "Pull the other one."

That's a routine I'd like to see, and I can't even decide which I'd prefer as Kiki.

Very nice.

The possibilities are definitely there for a very interesting show either way! Glad you enjoyed it

Oh this was just too cute. Great job.
Hugs, Patt

*gigling* Loves it :D *bounce bounce*

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