Title: She’s Getting Married in the Morning
Fandom: The Sentinel TV
Rating: Teen (Because of cussing, it’s Gen for the rest.)
Length: 832
Prompt: Train
Content notes: Just Jim and Blair banter for a change.
Author notes: This never happened. Just my imagination going wild.
Summary: Megan is getting married and guess who is giving her away?



She’s Getting Married in the Morning

Jim Ellison woke up at 5:00 again to Blair Sandburg’s heart rate racing. Jim sighed and walked down the stairs and knocked on Blair’s door.

“Come on in, Jim. I’m sorry, I had another nightmare. I knew it would wake you up. I’m truly sorry.” Blair was sitting crossed legged on his futon, trying for a smile.

Jim leaned against the wall and said, “Why don’t you tell me about your nightmare. I think this is excessive. It’s been a week, Chief. Neither of us is getting much sleep.”

“I said I was sorry, man. It’s a stupid nightmare and I’m not telling you about it so you can laugh at me.”

“If I promise I won’t laugh, will you tell me?” Jim really was worried about his friend.

“Go make coffee and I’ll meet you in the kitchen and we’ll talk.”

“Deal. Don’t drag your feet,” Jim warned.

“Well, actually, that’s what I’m dreaming about.”

“Hurry it up, Blair.”

Jim walked into the kitchen, turned the light on, not knowing why, he could see fine in the dark, and started the coffee pot. He had put the coffee and water in the night before. All he had to do was push start. Jim needed that coffee. He was so fucking tired. If Blair didn’t talk to him this morning, Jim would have to kill him.

Blair walked out and said, “Coffee smells good already. Let’s wait to talk until we have a cup in front of us. That way we won’t fall asleep.”

Jim got two cups out and poured them each a cupful and set them on the table. Jim then sat down and waited for Blair to do the same.

Blair pulled the chair out and sat down wearily. He was so fucking tired. Blair also knew that Jim was tired too. “I’m just going to jump in and tell you what’s bothering me. You know what tomorrow is, right?”

“Saturday?” Jim asked.

“Don’t be obtuse, Jim. I meant the wedding.”

“And what does Megan’s wedding have to do with your nightmares?”

“Have you seen the dress she’s wearing? You do remember that’s I’m walking her up the aisle.”

“I think it’s down the aisle,” Jim said, almost laughing.

“To me it’s up and to Megan it’s up too. Anyhow, have you seen her dress?”

“Why does it matter, Blair?” Jim was sounding somewhat irritated.

“Let me show you what her dress looks like and you’ll see why the nightmares have been haunting me.” He jumped up and went into his room for the pictures he had taken three weeks before. He came out and showed it to Jim and stood there waiting for Jim to say something.

“Chief, this is a gorgeous dress, why is it giving you nightmares?”

“Look at the second picture. Then you’ll get it.”

Jim looked at the second one and looked again. “Sorry, Chief. I don’t get it.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Jim. Look at the train…”

“There isn’t a train in either of the pictures. What are you talking about?”

Blair snickered and said, “Her veil is called a train. Anyway, it’s wide and long, right?”

“Yes, it’s quite long and wide. Why would this give you nightmares.”

“I dream that we’re walking up the aisle and I suddenly step on her train and it pulls her back and she loses her balance and falls on her ass. This is giving me nightmares.”

Jim burst out laughing and couldn’t stop. Finally, he did stop when Blair gave him a go-to-hell-look.

“I’m sorry, Chief, but it does sound funny. Just don’t step on her ‘train’. Simple as that.”

“I watched some videos on this very thing happening. I’m really obsessing about it.”

“Stop obsessing, then. Just watch your feet as you slowly walk up the aisle. Focus on Megan and not on her falling and it should be fine.”

“Wouldn’t you be worried about the same thing, if our roles were reversed?”

“Not at all. It never would have occurred to me, Blair. Thank goodness it’s tomorrow. Then no more worrying.”

“I would have liked Simon to do it, but he’s going to be out of town. Do you want to do it, Jim?”

“Blair, she’s your best friend, you can’t diss her on this.”

“You’re my best friend. She’s my best mate.”

“Whatever. Tonight, you’re going to practice walking up and down the aisle until you feel comfortable enough to not worry about it. Got it?”

“Will you pretend you’re Megan?”

“If I can get a good night’s sleep. Then yes, I’ll do it.”

“Deal. You’re the best, Jim.”