Disclaimer: The Sentinel and its characters are completely the property of Paramount and Pet Fly Productions. I use them out of reverence, solely for fun and not for profit.
Author's Notes: For Dawn's two-hour demand for stories. You asked for it, you got it, Dawnie!
Blair was freezing, his flesh atremble with the cold. He shook his head fiercely, trying to escape the rivulets of frigid water that trickled relentlessly down his neck from the ends of his curls. He was losing the battle against the chill, his lips turning blue, his mind turning to the inescapable illness this kind of drenching caused.
Then Jim was there, from out of nowhere, offering warmth in the form of a towel and a cup of coffee. Blair tried to smile as his teeth chattered liked maracas. He took the coffee with numb hands, the first long sip serving to warm him down into his stomach. But it was Jim's kindness that warmed Blair down to the cockles of his heart.
"Th-thanks, Jim," the Guide stuttered out against the chill, pulling at the cup again.
"Hey, any time," Jim said with a fond smile at the man who had become his fast friend rather, well, fast.
Blair looked up from the cup. "Any time?" he asked incredulously. "What, like this is gonna be a daily occurrence around here?"
Jim shrugged. "What can I say? We need a bigger water heater."
Cold and wet were the showers in Apartment 307.
~ End ~
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