A Week At The Gym

by Santana

Fandom: Sentinel

Pairing: Blair/f Jim/Blair

Rating:

Note: Jim's pov

Summary: An excerpt from the diary of Jim Ellison-

A WEEK AT THE GYM: An excerpt from the diary of Jim Ellison-
by Santana

5/01/03

Dear Diary...

For Blair's 33rd birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Now, don't get me wrong, the kid is in great shape. Heaven knows that I enjoy watching him bounce around the loft in those tight jeans. I could do without the baggy sweat pants though, I prefer form fitting things that leave very little to the imagination. Anyway, even though he's been away from actually participating in sports for about 17 years, he's really in great shape and he really didn't need the workout package. So, I have to admit, I had my motives. You see.... how long am I supposed to watch him go after the table leg ..if you know what I mean. If it's not one girl it's another and to tell you the truth, it's just getting old. I mean, Hellllllooooo. I'm here and I look pretty damn good for my age. I work out, eat right and take pride in the way I look.... so.... What's his problem? Well, the way I figure it, he just doesn't realize that he's going after the wrong sex. And, being the true friend that I am, I figure that it's up to me to show him the
error of his ways. So, when Danny down in records told me about his sister Belinda's new job, and how she really needed clients, I couldn't resist the oppurtunity. I know that this sounds pretty innocent right? Well, I met Belinda two years ago...actually met is probably not the right word. I went out with her several times. Let's just say she opened my eyes to the other gender and so I figured that it would work with Sandburg. Don't get me wrong, she was alright at first....but as time went on, I didn't want to have anything to do with the female species anymore.

He made his appointment today. It was all I could do to keep from laughing as I watched him doing the Sandburg Mating Dance around the loft....Boy is the kid in for a big surprise.

5/5/03 Monday:

Blair got up really early this morning eager to get to the gym...and Belinda.

I felt kind of bad for my deception, after all the kid had been up practically all night working on stuff for the University. But my guilt vanished as I thought about how he would come crawling to me, begging me to protect him from women...finally, a real reason to be his "Blessed Protector." I'll protect him all right. Protect him until he can't sit straight...sorry, lost my train of thought. Anyway, I left right after he did, being careful not to let him see me. Another pal of mine runs the gym and he let me sit in the office and I watched Blair's workout via video feed. I should sell tickets. Belinda hadn't changed. She was looking pretty sexy and I was surprised the kid didn't
trip over his tongue while he was on the treadmill. Hummm. I wonder if I can get copies of the tape. Might come in handy later for blackmail purposes....nah.

05/06/03 Tuesday:

Another late night for the kid and I wasn't sure that he would make it out of bed this morning. But sure enough, he came into the kitchen looking all rumpled from his few hours of sleep, took the coffee mug from my hand, drained it, and then finished off the rest of the pot. If he doesn't get a work out today, his bladder will. Again I watched in secret as Belinda took Blair through his workout. He looked like he was having trouble at times, but he found something within himself and mustered up the strength to keep going. I have to admit, it really made me proud to watch him stick to it like he did. Who knows, maybe this is the start of something good. I can just see us working out together in the near future. That would be great.

05/07/03 Wednesday:

Okay...Now I really feel bad. He was in the bathroom for about thirty minutes this morning and the moans were unbearable. I'm not really sure what he was doing in there, but it sounded like he was being tortured to death. He was moving pretty slow when he came out, grimacing in what I guessed was supposed to pass as a smile. I couldn't believe that he was going back to the gym after what Belinda had put him through the day before. Stuborn kid. Again I followed him to the gym, staying close enough to him to keep from zoning, yet far enough away to avoid the risk of being seen. He scared the crap out of me a few times, nearly missing a van that pulled out in front of him and then when he hit the Geo in the parking lot. After he got inside the club, I put a note
on the Geo to let the owner know that I'd pay for any repairs that he needed...after all, I do feel responsible for my partners condition. I watched as Belinda tried to take Blair through his paces. The spark that was between them was no longer there...yep, I think it's safe to say, "The honeymoon is over."

05/08/03 Thursday:

I'm beginning to wonder if this isn't going too far. Belinda seems to have a hidden agenda of her own now and Blair seems to be scared to death of her. Although the part about Blair not wanting to be around an attractive woman delights me to no end, him being tracked down and dragged out of the men's room by a muscle bound "Arnold" wanna be, does not. I thought that I was going to have to take matters into my own hands until Paul, the owner, assured me that everything would be just fine.

05/09/03 Friday:

Oh....Blair was practically growling this morning and Belinda was doing the same. If looks could kill....well, lets just say, Belinda would have died many horrible deaths. Blair was obviously in considerable pain, why he didn't stay home is beyond me. Belinda tried to get him to use the weights again, and bless his heart, he just couldn't do it. They fell to the floor, but only after the kid gave it one hell of a try. Belinda flipped out when she saw the damage done to the floor. I thought that she was about to do something that might cause my little buddy more harm and I was about to blow my top and my cover until Paul did his best to calm me down and promised me that he would take care of everything. The next thing I know, Paul seems to have the situation under control and Belinda is helping Blair up onto the teadmill. She starts him off at a nice slow speed, which in his condition is about all he can handle. Just as Paul turns and starts back to the office, I notice her hand inching toward the controls and Blair's eyes widening. Suddenly the machine speeds up, but Blair doesn't and the kid goes flying off. He knocks down some skinny guy holding a clipboard, but both of them looked okay....which is better than Belinda will be when I get my hands on her.



05/10/03 Saturday:

I was upstairs when Belinda left a message on our answering machine in her now grating and shrilly voice. It's amazing how a broken nose makes you sound. It was really unfortunate about her accident. Hummm....anyway, she wanted to know why Blair didn't show up today. It would have been comical the way he was looking at the machine, if it hadn't been for the amount of pain he was in. Let's put it this way, he couldn't even use the remote to change the channel and what makes it worse, he's too stuborn to ask me to do it. No...he would rather sit there in his not so silent misery and watch eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel. If I didn't love him so much, I'd kill him.

05-11-03 Sunday:

I saw the Church van pull up just outside the loft as I was coming back from the bakery with a bag of warm fresh bagels. To my surprise, Blair was coming out of our building, carefully making his way to the van. When I asked him what was up, he just smiled and said he had a few things to take care of. I think I heard him mumble something about "thank God this week is over." and something about a "vesectomy" although I probably heard him wrong. It doesn't matter though. When he gets back to the loft, I'll have a romantic meal ready, complete with candles and wine. Now the real fun begins.... it's time to wooo Sandburg.

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