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Notes: This is my first attempt at TS Fan fiction.
I am not a fanfic writer but since the rest of you were having so much
fun writing I decided to give it ago. Thanks
to Beth for beta reading and for all the improvements you made. And to
Christina
Klineburger who found a few extra mistakes I had missed. Paper Cut By Mel Bone
Blair
sat crossed legged in the middle of the loft, in front of him lay three neat
piles of paper. Finally
placing the last piece of paper on the pile, with a big ‘yes I’ve
finished’ sigh, Blair, slowly stood up and stretched his back.
It
had taken him just under two hours to sort out all the files and place them in
alphabetical order. Blair
bent down to pick up the first pile and place it neatly in it’s folder, then
doing the same with the second pile, but when he picked up the third pile a
sharp pain flared through his hand. With
a started cry he dropped the pile of paper and raised his hand to his mouth
sending the pages flying in all different directions around the loft. Taking
his hand away from his mouth, Blair examined the thin cut running along the
inside of his thumb and index finger, watching as the thin line quickly turned
red. “Damn,
why do paper cuts hurt so much” he moaned to himself. Placing
his hand in his mouth again, he was startled to hear the front door open,
turning around to see Jim walk through the door, shut it and hang up his coat,
turn around and stop, Jim eyes scanned the once neat floor of the loft, turning
to look at Blair, Jim crossing his arms in front of him and raised one eye brow
in an unasked question of ‘what happened here?’ Taking
his hand away from his mouth only long enough to answer, Blair simply replied
‘I cut myself.’ Jim
impression changed from one of annoyance to concern as he reached out and
grabbed Blair’s hand. Taking a
good look at the hand, Jim burst out laughing. “Chief
this is a paper cut” “Yeah
so ?” “Well
I though you really hurt yourself” “Jim
do you realize how much a paper cut hurts” “As
apposed to what Chief, I think a gun shot wound would hurt more, don’t you?”
Blair
just glared at Jim who grinned back and then stated to help Blair pick up the
pieces of paper. After
he collected about half of the pages, Jim attempted to put the pages in a
straight pile by sliding the pages through his hands, Blair looked up as Jim
cried out and watched as he let go of the pages and place his finger in his
mouth. Blair
started laughing, but stopped as Jim turned ice blue eyes on him. “Now
Jim it’s not that bad, I mean a gun shot wound would...” Blair didn’t get
to finish his sentence as Jim started forward Blair took off into his room and
locked the door. Stopping
just out side the door, Jim took his finger out of his mouth and examined the
damage. Sticking
the finger back in his mouth he muttered, “For such a tiny cut you sure do
hurt a lot” The End
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