TS fic: Overload

Only one month after the arbitrary deadline I made maxinemeyer assign me, here, finally, is my heartbreaking work of staggering angstiness.

Title: Overload [at my site]
Fandom, Pairing: The Sentinel, Jim/Blair
Rating: Mature audiences
Word Count: ~17,000
Spoilers: Sentinel, Too Part 2
A/N: I never knew how much resentment I harbored toward Blair for always being right. Here's me writing this story: (type type) "Oh, man, poor Blair. I am shattering his world. And when he tries to put the pieces together, I take them away and hide them. Oh, dear little Blair, you deserve a hug. You won't get one." (type type) You have been warned.
        Lovely beta from yolsaffbridge, keefaq and janedavitt.

Summary: It was times like these when he seemed almost there, when Blair began to think he could snap him out of it if he just tried hard enough. He'd whisper intently into his ear, sometimes for hours at a time: "C'mon, Jim. Come back to me. Follow my voice..." The good times were worse than the bad, in that way, because it always seemed--it always so seemed!--like that would work.

( Part 1 )

TS fic: Overload (part 2)

Part 1

( Part 2 )

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We are the Sheppards

yolsaffbridge has come to visit me, which means it was finally time to open the packaging on the Lt Col Sheppard action figure I got for her.

Original, non-Field Ops Sheppard comes with a lemon. A. LEMON.


We decided to introduce Lt Col Sheppard to my Field Ops Sheppard.

( Needless to say, the sparks flew )