They aren't mine, and I make no money.
Thanks to J. Stuart for the quick Beta.
(proof positive I'm watching way too much Sentinel.)
No really! None Of these characters belong to me. They did say that I could write about them, though.
Crowswork
"Are you saying I'm an ogre, Chief?"
"No. I just thought there were some similarities, that's all. Big, tough guy... likes to be alone... grumpy..."
"I'm not grumpy."
"...who likes redheads... eats awful stuff... tries to terrify everyone into steering clear of him."
"Does that make you a jackass?" Jim grinned as Blair stopped talking. "Hairy little guy... won't stop talking... scared of heights... attracts rather dangerous females... moves in, then offers to cook breakfast."
"I'm not like... well, OK, it does sound a little like me."
"...talks about pheromones?"
"OK, it sounds a lot like me." Blair said hurriedly before Jim could go on. "Jim, now that you mention it, does it strike you as a bit weird?"
"What?" Jim asked as he turned onto Prospect.
"They sort of DID seem like us, didn't they?"
"You been writing fairy tales, Chief?"
"No!" Blair looked sideways at his friend and partner. "Maybe they are some sort of archetype that we somehow fit."
"Like Mutt and Jeff."
"Kirk and Spock." Blair pretended to be offended at the Mutt reference.
"Hah! More like Abbott and Costello, or Andy and Barney. Maybe... Fred and Barney?"
"Hey, I'm no sidekick. Full partner, like Napoleon and Illya, or Kelly and Scotty."
"You got to lay off the Nick at Night, Chief." Jim chuckled at his partner's affection for shows made before he was born. "I was thinking Wally and the Beaver. Maybe Timmy and Lassie."
"Hey! Now I'm a DOG?"
"Beats being a donkey." Jim was laughing now.
"But, it was a very cool, intelligent donkey." Blair insisted laughingly as they pulled into their parking space. "I don't know why he even hung out with that ogre?"
Jim scanned the shadows around the building before he got out of the truck. Blair waited without question, then joined him as they walked to the front door. "Self preservation?"
"What?" Blair paused as he tried to pick up the thread of the conversation.
"The ogre HAD to save his ass."
THE END (no pun intended)