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The Sentinel/General/#091. Stressed

Title: Semester's End
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Blair Sandburg, Jim Ellison
Prompt: #091. Stressed
Word Count: 736
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers, warning - sleepy Blair
Summary: It's the end of the semester and Blair is trying to be superman.
A/N: I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for entertainment purposes only and no money was made from this endeavor. Written for 100moods



Semester's End
Debbie



Blair powered down his laptop and shut the lid, sliding it off to the side of the couch. He leaned towards the back of the couch, closing his eyes in the same motion. It was that time of year. Semester tests and last minute papers to research and write. Blair had both to do, as he was teaching several classes and taking upper level classes for his advanced degree.

Blair had been going since early that morning, getting up before Jim to start on what he needed to do. When Jim asked if he was coming to the station to help out, Blair declined, telling the detective he needed to finish his paper and put together a test for his students.

As Jim walked out the door, he reminded Blair to eat something. Blair waved his hand and went immediately back to work. He had stopped midmorning for a snack consisting of an apple and a cup of coffee. That gave him enough energy to continue.

He stopped around noon, needing a longer break. He got to his feet, stretching his arms above his head, hearing as his back popped slightly. He moved from side to side, trying to relieve the stress he felt in his body. This time of year, stress was a constant companion. As he continued to stretch, he felt like it would be better if he had taken Jim up on his offer to go into the station. There was less stress at the station than at the university at times.

Blair grabbed his coat, going for a walk in the neighborhood. It felt good walking around. When he came back to the loft, Jim had left a message on the phone.

"Hey, Chief. I'm not going to home for dinner. Simon wants me on a stakeout to try to catch those gunrunners. We got a reliable tip. You stay there and keep plugging away at your paper and your tests. Oh, and don't forget to eat dinner, okay? And try to get to bed at a reasonable time. I'll try not to make too much noise when I come home."

"Right, Jim. Or should I say dad? Just make sure you duck at the right times."

Blair had made himself a couple of sandwiches for dinner, eating them while he continued to work on his paper. He was making progress and it was nice having the loft to himself, without any distractions from Jim.

~~~~~

It was almost 3:00 AM when Jim unlocked the door to the loft. He had determined that Blair was probably asleep inside the apartment. He walked inside, noticing the lights on in the kitchen and the living room. And leaning against the back of the couch, was Blair, sound asleep. Jim couldn't help but smile. Blair exhausted himself with the work he had to do. Jim moved over to the couch, removing the laptop to the table before he started to wake Blair. He knew Blair wouldn't be comfortable on the couch.

Jim gently shook Blair's shoulder. "Hey, Chief. You want to wake up here. You should be in your own bed."

Blair opened his eyes, looking drowsily over at Jim. "Hey, man. When did you get here?"

"Just a little while ago."

"Wha… time is it?"

"About 3:00 AM."

"Oh. I fell asleep."

Jim chuckled. "You're real articulate at 3:00 in the morning, Chief. Why don't I help you to your bed?" Jim tried to pull Blair to his feet.

Blair pulled back, bouncing on the couch. "I'm not that easy, Jim."

Jim only shook his head. "I'm getting you, and only you, into bed."

"Oh." Blair sounded disappointed.

Jim got Blair to his feet and moved him towards his bedroom. He sat Blair down on the edge of the bed, pulling off Blair's shoes. He loosened Blair's jeans, pulling them off, along with his shirt and the long-sleeved shirt underneath, leaving Blair in his t-shirt and boxers. He gently pushed Blair back to lie in the bed, pulling the blanket over him to keep him warm. He noticed Blair looking at him.

"I thought maybe you were asleep already, Chief."

"Nah, have to thank… you."

"You're welcome, Blair. Go to sleep. We both can sleep in tomorrow."

By the time Jim finished, Blair was asleep. Jim patted Blair on the shoulder, got to his feet, picked up the clothes and left Blair in peace.

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