Some Things You're Better Off
Not Knowing
This
is for the Sentinel Angst January Themefic for
Her
request: What if Blair really does know
who his father is? Who is he?!! When did he find out? Did Naomi tell him? Why
is it such a big secret? How does Jim find out? How does he react to Blair
obfuscating about it? Take this one any way you want to play it. Have fun.
This
is what I came up with. Enjoy.
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"It
never really came up before, Jim," Blair explained, as he pushed his hair
back out of his face.
"It
never came up?" Jim glared at his partner.
"Okay.
Okay, so I never told you that I knew who my dad was," Blair tossed his
hands up in the air. "You never told me you even had a dad, before I met
him." Blair put his hands on his
hips and gave his partner his best "so there" expression.
"That
is beside the point," Jim evaded.
"How
so?" Blair snorted.
"It
didn't have any thing to do with you, or me being a Sentinel," Jim stated.
"And
my dad affects you how?" Blair asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He's
part of the MOB!" Jim exclaimed.
"Yeah, so."
"I'm
a cop," Jim sputtered.
"Duh.
Why do you think I didn't tell you when we first met? Clue bus.
Party of one. You're a cop. Simon's a cop. You wouldn't have let me work with you if you
knew about my dad. You never asked, so I
didn't volunteer the information. I
wanted to work with you," Blair said softly.
"He's
with the Mob," Jim reiterated.
Blair
rolled his eyes. "Why do you think
I moved around so much growing up, Jim?"
"How
am I supposed to protect you from the Mob?" Jim demanded.
"You
don't have to. They know I'm off
limits. It's not a conflict of interest,
Jim. Really. Dad lives on the East Coast. He would never interfere with any of
your cases. I told him…"
"You
TOLD him!" Jim interrupted. "You told your dad, the mobster, that you
were working with the cops. And he's okay with this?"
"Well,
he may have wished I had stayed with the university," Blair grinned.
"But, I think he's kinda proud of me."
"Blair,"
Jim sputtered.
"Besides…
it's not like it hasn't already helped us on cases." Blair said smugly.
"WHAT!?!"
"You
remember… my cousin… the bookie. I mean
really, Jim. Why do you think I was
allowed in to see Glimmerman. It wasn't
my good looks and fast talking. It was
because of my dad."
"Argh!"
"Jim.
Jim, buddy… you're getting a little red there.
How 'bout you sit down and I make you a nice cup of tea. When did you say Simon was coming over?"
He asked mischievously.
"BLAIR!!!"
The end.
Feedback is greatly appreciated. Cheryl