Title: Addicted
Author/pseudonym: Otter
Email address: iceinwin@aol.com
Rating: (G, PG, PG-13, NC-17) G (unfortunately I couldn't think up a way other than what I did to make it have sex.)
Pairings: Jim/Blair
Status: NEW (for dues) Complete
Date: February 22, 2003
Archive: YES - humor (I hope) and/or horror
Archive author: Otter
Archive email address: iceinwin@aol.com
Series/Sequel: No
Other website: http://otters_den.tripod.com/senfic.htm (although it's going to be another couple of days before it gets up there)
Disclaimers: I don't own them. Wish I did. I've borrowed them, and am now
returning them unharmed to Pet Fly and Paramount.
Notes: This was inspired by the computer jigsaw puzzle game my husband gave
me for Christmas this past year. We've both enjoyed the heck out of it,
although not as much as Blair seems to have.
Summary: Blair is addicted.
Warnings: Libel and blatant misuse of a computer program. Spell-checked, but
unbeta-ed.
Addicted
by Otter
Jim Ellison, Sentinel of the Great City, walked into his boss' office, tore off his coat, and threw it over a chair. "Simon, I have a bone to pick with you."
"What is it, Ellison?" Simon Banks looked over at his best detective, who was, mysteriously, minus his normal appendage. "Where's Sandburg?"
"That's the bone I have to pick with you."
"Huh? Ok, Jim. You lost me here."
Ellison began to pace back and forth in front of Simon's desk. "You know, when you gave it to him for Christmas, I didn't think anything about it. Not a thing. And it really didn't bother me when he didn't get the laundry put in the dryer immediately because he was busy playing with his present." He turned and glared at Simon, "But, when he let our dinner burn because he was so busy with his Christmas present, he didn't want to take the time to stir it, or take it out of the oven."
"Huh. Jim? I gave him a computer jigsaw puzzle game. Perfectly ordinary little game. Darryl mentioned that HE had liked it, so…I thought Sandburg might like it too. And, it wasn't like I knew what else to give him." Simon shrugged. "So, he's enjoying the game. Nothing wrong with that."
"Oh? Nothing wrong with that? He's sitting there, food in front of him uneaten, coffee that's been barely touched to the side of him, using Google to investigate various images online…to see if he can find some pictures he can turn into some computer jigsaws…since the game you gave him will let him do that."
"Nothing wrong with that, Ellison."
"He's not eating, Simon. He's not sleeping. He's making himself sick. There's got to be some kind of a cure. I don't want to make him give it up, but I'm gonna have to."
"Gonna have to make him do what?" Simon stared at Jim in confusion.
"Simon, you don't understand. He doesn't want to do anything else BUT play with the game. No eating, sleeping, cooking, studying, reading, no other computer games, no music, no sex…" Jim stared at Simon in anguish. "I hate to say this, but…he's addicted. He's either addicted…or that computer program is demonic."
"Not eating? No sex?"
"Nope."
Simon sighed heavily. "In that case, Jim, the only option is to force him to quit cold turkey."
"Simon, I can't do that to him. Help?"
Simon looked at his distraught detective and slowly nodded. "I'll help, Jim. I'll be the nasty."
"Thanks, Simon."
While Jim got back into his jacket, Simon got into his overcoat, and grabbed his keys. "All right, Jim. Let's go fix Sandburg."
**********
At the loft, Simon stared at Jim, both their faces marked with scratches and their clothing rent. "You know, Jim, I thought you were being facetious when you said that the computer program was demonic. You weren't, were you?"
From his seat on top of Blair, preventing him from coming to the aid of the program disk, Jim shook his head. "No, I wasn't."
Simon looked over at the computer disk pinned to the wall, pierced through with Jim's old combat knife. "God, I hope it's finally dead."
"Me too. I never saw a diskette with claws and teeth before." Jim looked down at his partner. "You OK there, Sandburg?"
"Huh? Jim?" Blair shoved at the weight on his chest. "Get off me, man. I can't breathe!"
Jim got up and helped Blair to his feet, but ready to tackle him again if he made a move toward the demonic disk.
"You OK, Blair?" he asked anxiously.
Blair got up, rubbing the middle of his chest soothingly. "Yeah…I am now. Thanks, Jim. I'll have to find some way to repay you," and he gently caressed his Sentinel's cheek, while promising him much more physically intriguing things with his eyes. "But, what was that thing?
"I don't know…and I'm not sure I want to know," Simon said shortly. "The only thing I DO want to know is…was THAT the only one…or are there more of them out there?"
All three men stared at each other in dawning horror at the thought of millions of those demonic disks out in the world, attacking and addicting helpless humans to their evil jigsaw puzzle games, and they were helpless to stop them.
February 22, 2003