Word Count:
526
Rating:
PG.
Category:
Humour.
Story Status:
Complete
Summary:
Just a bit of fluff
about car names.
Beta:
Thank you to Jayne Perry for the beta-reading and pattrose for the cover art. All other artwork is by me.
What's in a Name?
By Leesa Perrie
Cover art by pattrose
“Hey, Simon, it’s Blair. I was wondering
if some of
the guys and you, and Megan of course, if she wants to, that is, want
to come over tomorrow night to watch the Jags game, as Jim’s
feeling better but is getting really frustrated at not being able to do
much or get out or anything…”
“Sandburg!” Simon interrupted the avalanche of
words.
“Um, yeah?”
“So, Jim’s feeling better? That’s good.
How’s he coping?”
“Oh, well, you know, he’s in his cranky, grumpy,
miserable and very bored stage of convalescence.”
“Driving you mad, in other words?” Simon asked,
smiling.
“Yeah,” Blair replied with a sigh. “So, please can you
organise with people to come over tomorrow night?”
“I don’t know, Sandburg. You’re sure Jim
would be up
to it? I mean, he’s only been home for a
week.”
“Please,
Simon, I’m begging you,” Blair’s
desperate voice came over the line.
“Begging, eh?”
“Yes!”
Simon smiled again, an evil glint appearing in his eyes.
“Hmm. So, if I go to all the trouble of arranging
this, what will I get in return?”
“Simon,” Blair almost whined, almost.
“Come on, man.”
“Well, I’ve got better things to do than talk to
you. Good luck with Jim…”
“No, don’t you dare hang up on me!” Blair
sighed. “Okay, okay, what do you want?”
“Well, my living room is in need of re-painting, and
I’m looking for some help…”
Blair sighed.
“Okay, I’ll help. Just let me know
when.”
“I will. See you tomorrow night then.”
“Yeah.”
Simon smiled as he ended the call, and then headed into the bullpen to
round up some troops for the following evening.
----------------
Henri, Rafe, Simon and Jim were munching on the last of the potato
chips, celebrating a win by the Jags, as Blair started to tidy up the
kitchen.
“Hey, Jim, how’s Sweetheart?” Simon asked
suddenly, with a wicked grin.
“Sweetheart? Who’s Sweetheart?”
Rafe asked.
“Yeah, is there something you should be telling us,
Jimbo?” Henri added, with a leer.
“Oops, sorry, Jim,” Simon said, not looking even
the slightest bit contrite.
“Thanks, Simon,” Jim muttered darkly.
“I’ll get you back for this sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just remember I’m
your Captain.”
“So, who’s Sweetheart?” Rafe asked again.
“His truck,” replied Simon with a smirk.
“His truck?!” Henri exclaimed. “You call
your truck Sweetheart?”
Rafe and Henri started to laugh, joined by Simon. Blair,
meanwhile, was keeping very quiet in the kitchen, hoping that if he
didn’t draw attention to himself, Simon might keep the name
of
the Volvo to himself.
He was wrong.
“Yeah,” Simon snickered. “But
that’s not as bad
as Sandburg’s car. You want to know what he calls
that heap
of junk?”
“Hey, Simon, is that the time? Shouldn’t
you guys be
going now? I mean, you’ve got an early start
tomorrow,
haven’t you?” Blair said quickly, in the futile
hope of
distracting the guys. They ignored him.
“So, what does he call the Volvo?” asked Henri.
Simon told them, and the Loft was filled with laughter again, much to
the embarrassment of Jim and Blair.
The End
Author’s
Note: You want to know the name of Blair’s car?
Well,
it's… (Blair places hand over Leesa’s mouth!)
*grin*
