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"Come on, Jim," Blair called up the stairs that led to his partner's room.
"Simon told us that he wanted us to get there early so that we would have a chance to try and mingle with the other people there."
"I'll be right down, chief," Jim yelled down. "Just have to finish getting dressed."
"What can be so hard about getting dressed," Blair questioned. "All you have to wear is a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. As it is, you're probably going to be standing out like a sore thumb."
"Oh, of that I'm sure of."
It was Saturday night, and instead of the two of them relaxing after a hard week of working, they had been corralled by their boss to try and figure out who it was that was attacking patrons of the local theatre after the showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Simon had told them that Blair would fit in perfectly considering his age and his looks. And, unbelievably, Jim had volunteered for the assignment. Blair couldn't figure it out. Going to see Rocky Horror didn't seem to be something that his partner would ever be interested in. Hell, even he hadn't seen the movie.
"Man, will you hurry up."
"I'm coming." And then Jim was standing at the top of the stairs and Blair Sandburg actually found himself speechless for the first time in his life. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He shook his head, thinking it was some hallucination, but no. It was still there. "So, how do I look?" "Jim, I..Wha.God.."
Jim smiled at his partner's amazement. He knew that he would shock the younger man and enjoyed it. He knew that Blair thought of him as only a straight laced cop and Jim was hoping that tonight not only meant stopping a criminal from hurting anyone else, but that it also meant that he might finally be able to get something else that he has wanted for the past two and a half years. Blair Sandburg to admit that he wanted him as much as Jim wanted the other man. Finally Blair managed to find his voice again. "What in the world are you wearing?"
"You like? I figured I wouldn't stand out as much if I dressed like this." Well, he knew he would stand out, but not for the reason that Blair and Simon had assumed. Jim was wearing a black, sequined corset and garters. He had a pair of fishnet stockings on, as well as a pair of platform heels. 'Damn, but that man has a great pair of legs,' Blair thought. Around Jim's throat was a big, pearl choker and on his arm was a fake tattoo. And, as if the outfit itself wasn't enough, there was the fact that Jim had donned a curly black wig and had applied some seriously heavy make up. Add to that, the cape that he wore and Blair couldn't believe this was his partner. The same partner who made up so many house rules the young student thought he was in the military.
"Ummm, Jim," Blair tried once more to find the words to describe what he was feeling. "Why are you dressed like that? I mean, if it was so that you wouldn't stand out, I'm thinking you failed there. There's no way people are going to take you seriously dressed like that."
"Trust me, Chief," Jim assured his Guide. "I'll have no problem getting people to talk to me there. IN fact, I'm willing to bet that I'll have more people talk to me than you will." At this, Blair couldn't help but smile. He always liked a challenge, especially when it came from his Sentinel.
"Oh, you are so on. What say fifty bucks?"
"Deal." The two partners shook their hands before heading out into the night.
"So, what we've got is a different person being attacked after the show. One for each of the past four Saturday's," Blair stated, reading from the file on his lap, studiously doing his best not to look at his partner.
Sure, Blair had seen Jim in various states of dress, or undress, as the case may be, but he had never imagined that the stoic officer could be so flamboyant. And, damn, if Blair wasn't finding himself turned on by it.
The former student had been harboring a major thing for his roommate for the past year and a half but never thought that anything could come of it. Blair always figured that Jim was straighter than straight, but maybe his assumptions were wrong. Especially if the way Jim was stealing glances his way was any indication.
"Do we have an clues as to who might be doing this?"
"According to our source, someone by the name of Richard Brennan started coming to the show at the same time as the attacks had started," Jim explained, having memorized the case file already. "Even though it isn't unusual to have new people come, there was something that apparently has made a few people extremely nervous."
"Do any of the victims have anything in common, other than their apparent fascination with the movie?"
"Actually, yes." Jim replied. "It appears that each person that has been attacked has played the part of Dr. Frank-N-Furter at either this, or other theatres."
"Dr. Frank-N-Furter?" Blair asked confused. He looked at Jim, not understanding. "Who is that?" Jim was glad they were stopped at the light, because he just turned and stared at his partner in disbelief. Then he smiled as comprehension spread.
"You're a virgin," Jim stated.
"Jim, you know perfectly well that I'm not," Blair sputtered, not understanding why his roommate had suddenly felt the need to announce that he was a virgin when Jim knew he wasn't. Jim shook his head, starting to drive again.
"Not that kind of virgin," Jim began. "You've never seen Rocky." This time it was Blair who shook his head. "Damn, Sandburg, how is it, growing up the way you did, you've never managed to see Rocky?"
"I don't know. Never found the time." Actually that was only part of the truth. The truth being was that Naomi had never taken her son to the movie and then, when he was in school, he had never felt comfortable going somewhere like the movies by himself, and Blair had never really had the kind of friends that would be interested in the cult film. "What difference does it make if I've never seen the movie?"
"Doesn't really make a difference, just surprised." Jim thought about how he might be able to use Blair's virgin status to his advantage. 'Hell, just because this is a case, doesn't mean I can't have some fun.' "Okay, a virgin is someone who has never seen the movie. Dr. Frank-N-Furter is the lead character. He's a transvestite who creates his perfect man, who is Rocky."
"Don't tell me," Blair interrupted, suddenly realizing what Jim was wearing. "You're dressed as this Dr. Frank." Jim nodded his head. "You're hoping that the person whose been doing this will go after you?" Blair stopped talking as they were pulling into the theatre's parking lot. The anthropologist stared at the odd assortment of men and women who stood in line in various modes of dress. You had a full assortment. And Blair couldn't be sure, but he swore that he saw some girl just sucked another girl's nipple through her chainmaille top. "Jim, what makes you think that they'll buy you as one of them. Its not like you've been here before."
"Who says I haven't?" And with that jaw-dropping question, Jim Ellison was out the door and crossing the lot. Blair shook his head, trying to clear it and wondered just when he had stepped into the twilight zone.
"Jim? Jim Ellison, I'll be damned," a man dressed in a suit and wearing a pair of glasses greeted the detective as he drew closer to the front of the theatre. "How long has it been. Two, three years? I thought you decided to finally grow up and give up this life."
"I did, but I thought it was about time I checked up on you," Jim grinned as he greeted his friend. Blair watched in surprise as the usually reserved Sentinel smiled and gave the other man a huge hug. 'How is it he can hug this guy but completely ignore me,' came through to his jealous brain. "I can't believe you're still here. I thought you were going to head to LA."
"We were, but you know how things go," the man replied. "Kissy and I got married and then we had a baby and well, we just kinda put everything on hold." The other man finally noticed Blair hovering so close to Jim. There was something about the way that the stranger was looking at him and Jim that made him smile. "Seems I'm not the only one whose changed a bit. Who's your friend?" Jim turned and pulled Blair closer to him.
"Mike Harris, I would like you to meet my partner, Blair Sandburg," Jim introduced the two men, who nodded at each other. "Blair, Mike here is the best Brad Majors you'll ever have to privilege of seeing."
"Coming from you, man, that's saying a lot." Mike turned back to Blair.
"So, how long have the two of you been partners?" There was no mistaking exactly what kind of partners Mike thought the two of them were.
"We've known each other for a little over three years," Blair answered. Before Mike could say anything else, Jim added his own comments.
"He works with me and is my roommate, Mike. Mind out of the gutter."
"But it likes it there," the other man pouted. "So, Blair, this your first time to Rocky?" Blair nodded his head. "Oh good. I'll have to make sure to introduce you to Kissy so she can show you off for the auction."
"Auction?" Blair squeaked. "What auction?" Mike and Jim smiled at Blair's obvious discomfort.
"We auction off the virgins," Mike supplied. "Its really only a joke. You know, like an initiation. After Jim here left, Kissy took over."
"Jim, just how often did you come here?" Blair looked at his partner.
"Every Saturday for seven years. I had actually stopped just before I met you," Jim replied and Blair knew instantly the reason behind it. His senses.
"Jim was the best damn Frank in the country," Mike told him. "Hell, he had one of the guys from the New York cast come and check him out. People came from all over on Saturday nights."
"That was just because Jim had the best legs in the whole cast," a female voice teased from behind the men.
"Kissy," Jim turned, greeting her with a hug, which she happily returned.
"It's so good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Jim. Especially in costume," she said. "Maybe you can help solve a problem we've got."
"What problem?"
"Well, there have been a couple of attacks after the show," she began, quickly gaining Blair and Jim's attention. "Someone has been going after anyone dressed as Frank. Last week they took out Jesse, our regular Frank. We have a stand in, but he isn't that great and with all these attacks, he isn't exactly thrilled to be called into action. Maybe you would be willing."
"I don't know, Kiss. I mean."
"Come on, Jim," Mike interrupted. "Don't act like that. You can't tell me the reason you finally decided to come back to your old haunt isn't because of those attacks." Blair was surprised that his partner didn't even try and deny their reasons for being here. "Remember who you're talking to. I was the guy who helped you out with the Richards thing."
"I remember," Jim admitted. "It's just that, when I decided to come here, it wasn't exactly with the intention of getting back on stage. It's been a long time."
"Yeah, but its just like riding a bike. You never forget," Kissy encouraged. "And nothing's really changed, other than some of the cast and the audience. Come on, Jim. Think about it. The bastard that is doing this is going after Franks. It would only make sense to have you play him." Jim couldn't fault the logic in that, so he nodded his head.
"Fine, I'll play Frank," he agreed. Blair just stared in shock. "But, Kissy, you have to do me a favor." "Anything just name it."
"You have to make sure to get a good deal on Sandburg here." Kissy smiled at the young student.
"Friend of yours?" She cooed, wrapping her arms around Blair and playing with his hair. "I think I can work a good deal for you. Maybe I'll have to take you for myself." A look at Jim's face when she said that, one that Blair missed, made her come to the same conclusion as her husband. "Then again, I have a feeling that you're already taken."
"So how long have you known Jim?" Blair asked Kissy as he watched his partner go off with Mike. The young women stopped to think about that for a minute.
"Goddess, it must be going on six years now," she answered. "I met him my first night here. I came with a couple of friends of mine and he was one of the first people I met. He actually introduced me to Mike. He's a great guy."
"Yeah he is." Kissy didn't miss the dreamy expression that crossed Blair's face for a minute as he thought of the Sentinel. "I didn't even know he came here. He never mentioned it to me. And to tell the truth, this is something completely different from what I would have expected from Jim. He's usually not that, ummmm."
"Outrageous?" Kissy volunteered, causing Blair to nod. "Yeah. The few times that Mike and I saw him outside of Rocky, we couldn't believe that he was the same man that played our Frank. He was so different."
"Did Carolyn come to Rocky too?"
"Carolyn?" Kissy repeated. "As in, got a stick stuck so far up my ass its coming out of my nose, Carolyn?"
"I guess that answers my question as to whether or not you actually met her." Blair couldn't help the grin on his face. Kissy could see people gathering on stage and grabbed Blair's arm.
"Come on, its almost time for the auction."
"What kind of auction?" Blair wondered nervously.
"We auction on the virgins," she explained. "You know, those people that have never seen the movie before. It's like an initiation. Nothing to be taken seriously."
"Okay." And that's how Blair Sandburg, graduate student, found himself onstage with about fifteen other people, both men and women. Kissy left him there and walked over to where a group of strangely dressed people were standing and took the microphone that was being offered her.
"Hey there, everyone and how are you this fine Saturday night," a loud cheer was heard from the audience. "Welcome to the Rocky Horror Picture Show and for those of you who are knew here, especially all you virgins," another cheer, "let me introduce myself. My name is Kissy and I am your mistress for the evening. And to start the evening off right, its time for the auctioning off of the virgins." Kissy walked over to the first person, a pretty blonde. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Rye."
"Well, Rye, spit, kiss, or swallow?" Rye looked at Kissy, a grin on her face.
"Swallow of course." And that was it. The crowd got into the bidding, shouting everything from dollars to other offers. Kissy did this with each person, although the question was of a different sort for the guys. The crowd got louder for each bid. Finally Kissy reached Blair who was the last person to be auctioned off.
"Okay Blair. You know the question," she leered at the young man. "Small, medium, large, or OH MY GOD." Blair remembered what had happened to the one boy that had stated he was the last one, having to drop his pants and prove it, so he went with what he hoped was a safer bet.
"I'll go with large."
"Oh I bet you are," she grinned, then turning to the audience. "Okay, what do you have for a bid. Again shouts were heard, from both men and women. IN fact, even though it was all in fun, Blair seemed to be getting the most attention as anyone. Then a familiar voice was heard at a moment when everyone else was quiet.
"I'll bid 69 bottles of flavored lube." Blair looked towards where he could see his roommate, blushing at what he had just said.
"Sold, to our wonderful Frank," Kissy shouted, "for 69 bottles of flavored lube that I'm sure will get used quickly." Blair continued to stare at Jim, wondering what was going on. Nothing this evening was going as he had thought it would. First Jim volunteering for the assignment. Then him coming as one of the characters and knowing people here. And now his bid. Sure, the auction was being done all in fun, but for a second there, Blair could have sworn he had seen something in Jim Ellison's eyes that spoke of something more than just friendship. Something that he had been hoping to see there and yet hadn't actually believed he would, but then the theatre grew dark and the moment was lost.
Blair couldn't help it. He knew he was supposed to be there looking for the assailant, but he was having a great time. Everyone was so friendly to him, especially when they realized that he was friends with the main players at the theatre. The anthropologist in him studied everything that was going on around him. There was such a crossbreed of people surrounding him, but they all shared one thing in common. Their love of a particular movie and the ritual that surrounded it.
Blair had just sat down after being drawn towards the front of the theatre to do the Time Warp. He watched as the actors portraying Janet and Brad started making their way down the aisle to him, mimicking what was happening on screen. He turned to follow them and his jaw dropped, as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"How do you do, I see you met my, faithful /hand job/ man. He's just a little /knocked up/ because, when you knocked, He thought you were the candy man"
'Oh my god. That's Jim." Blair's brain was working overtime as he watched his partner, roommate and possible love of his life, prancing in his cape to the cheers of the audience.
"Don't get strung out /like a tampon/ by the way I look. Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not much of a man by the light of day /no shit/ But by night I'm one hell of a lover /take it off/"
Jim threw off his cape, again to the cheers of the audience and Blair was treated to the site that had greeted him only an hour ago in the loft. Jim in nothing but a corset and garters with fishnet stockings. Now, while it isn't something that he would like to see Jim in on a regular basis, Blair would be the first to admit that the outfit allowed him a chance to take in everything that made his partner the best looking guy he had ever seen. The way the black outfit molded to Jim body, showing off all of his best assets.
"Damn, that ass of his should be made illegal.' Blair couldn't help himself but grow excited by the prospect of going home with that man. Of making Jim his. He just hoped that the look he had seen earlier in his friend's eyes were what he thought they were.
"I'm a just a sweet transvestite from /the University of Pennsylvania/." Blair had just taken a sip from his soda. Soda that was now finding its way out of his mouth as he tried to digest the fact that Jim had just sung those words. 'Okay, sure, it's the lyrics to this thing, but this is Jim we're talking about. Quiet, manly hates to talk of his feelings James Joseph Ellison. Son of William and brother of Stephen. This is not someone who sings they're a transvestite while wearing lingerie.' Blair shook his head at how different Jim was acting. And, he had to admit, he liked it. Yeah, he was in love with the over protective cop that had given him a home, but this other side of Jim was a refreshing change of pace and Blair was beginning to wonder if maybe it was time for him to take advantage of it.
"So, Chief, what did you think?" Jim asked, as he and Blair left the theatre. They had made plans to meet some of the others at a local diner. Jim wanted to make it appear as if everything was normal, hoping to draw out the assailant but also wanting to share a piece of his life with Blair that no one had ever really gotten to see.
"It was interesting," Blair said noncommittally. Jim looked over at his partner, trying to sense what he was feeling, but Blair was doing his damnedest to not let him know. Jim was worried that maybe he had scared Blair off with everything that he has shown that night. He knew that it wasn't something that Blair would have thought of him, which was one of the reasons that he had decided to do it.
"Interesting?" Blair nodding his head. The pair had reached the truck, but neither of them actually made a move to get into it. Instead, Blair leaned against the back of it and faced Jim.
"I would never have pictured you doing any of this," Blair started. "I mean, when I first saw you come down the stairs at the loft, I couldn't believe it. And then, to see you with these people. People completely opposite of those that I ever imagined you being friends with, was nice. I mean, I've seen you relaxed and everything, but here, it was like a part of you was alive. That you were willing to let yourself completely just be. No recriminations. No judgments. Just you and I liked it." Blair looked down at the ground, his hair falling so that it covered his face. If it weren't for his Sentinel hearing, Jim would have missed the next words to come out of his guide's mouth. "I liked you. A lot."
"Chief." Jim lifted Blair's chin so that he could look into his friend's eyes, knowing that whatever Blair was feeling would be expressed in them and he was right. Blue eyes met blue eyes and damn if Jim didn't find himself falling. He couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against Blair's lips. "I like you too." Blair's face lit up like a Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center.
"Really?"
"Really." Another kiss, this one harder and deeper than the first, letting Blair know everything that Jim was feeling and then some. Blair wrapped his arms around Jim's neck, pulling him closer. Both men completely lost themselves in the kiss. "I love you, Blair."
"Love you too," Blair replied dazedly, his brain slowly trying to come back online but not succeeding well.
"Come on, Chief," Jim said, reluctantly pulling away from his love. "Let's get over to the diner." Blair only nodded as he walked to his side of the truck, but before he had a chance to open the door, he felt something come down on his head and then blackness.
"What the hell?" Jim swore when he saw the man standing over his unconscious partner. The man turned to face the enraged Sentinel.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The man sneered, advancing on Jim, who refused to back away but used his sense to make sure that Blair was okay. He was reassured to hear Blair's breathing and heartbeat were okay.
"Another bastard who has the nerve to think that they are the rightful Frank."
"What are you talking about?" 'Come on, buddy. Give me a reason.'
"I'm talking about the nerve of you to come here and take my place as Frank. Mine," he shrieked. "Do you know how hard I've had to work at making sure it would be me up on that stage. I'm the rightful heir to Tim Curry's legacy. Not some son of a bitch who just shows up."
"You're the one that's been attacking those guys," Jim stated. The other man nodded his head.
"That's right and now you and your little boy toy are next." The man lunged at Jim, who easily blocked anything that might have been coming. The other person wasn't that big, so it wasn't difficult for Jim to subdue him. The only advantage the other man had was a stick that he was carrying and had used to knock Blair out. The man slumped in Jim's grasp when it became apparent that he wasn't going to be able to get free. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Jim Ellison, Cascade PD. And you have the right to remain silent."
"Chief, are you sure you're okay?" Jim asked once more as he and Blair wearily made their way into the loft. "That was a pretty nasty bruise you got."
"I'll be fine, mother hen," Blair quipped. "Nothing that a few aspirin and a good night's sleep won't cure." A smiled crossed Blair's face and once again, Jim was possessed by the need to kiss away any hurt that his guide might have been feeling still from the earlier attack. After Jim had read the man his rights and checked on his partner, he called for back up. Blair had refused to go to the hospital, insisting that he would be fine and Jim knew that there would be no arguing allowed. He was just glad that Blair was okay. When he had seen his love on the ground it had taken all the control he had to not kill the other man. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew Blair would probably kick his own ass if he did, Jim knew that the other man would have been lucky to escape with his life. Now that he had Blair in his life, and soon his bed, there was no way that he was going to let anyone harm him. Blair could see the worry that still lined Jim's face.
"Come on, Jim. Sit." Blair patted the cushion next to him and Jim sat down beside Blair.
"Its just that when I saw you on the ground," Jim quietly began. "I couldn't take it if anything happened to you, Chief."
"I know, Jim," Blair said, placing a gentle kiss on Jim's lips. "I feel the same way. But, short of you suddenly deciding that you no longer wanted to be a detective, and my deciding I no longer wanted to be your partner, nothing's gonna change." Jim pulled Blair into his arms, the other man cuddling into his chest.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you. Not now, when I've finally found you." Blair looked up at Jim, his arms going around Jim's waist. "Nothing's gonna happen to me, Jim," he said matter of factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Not as long as we're together."
"We are together, aren't we?"
"Always." Jim bent his head and their lips met in a soft, loving kiss that conveyed all of their emotions and calmed their fears. The two men continued to kiss, their hands getting to know the body of the person that had claimed their heart. Finally, they pulled apart although they didn't separate. "I can get used to this."
"Same here. Although the whole you being in lingerie is something I didn't see coming." Blair chuckled. "Just what made you decide to play a transvestite in front of a theatre full of strangers?" Jim thought back to his first time at the Rocky Horror Picture Show when he was in college.
"I went with my college roommate," he began. "I don't know. There was just something about the movie that called to me. The people there were so friendly and accepting. For the first time in my life I thought I could really be myself. I didn't have to worry about what others thought of me. It allowed me to open up about who I was and what I wanted."
"What happened?"
"My father. He just kept hassling me and I couldn't take it anymore. And, I began to think that Rocky was just something that helped me get through college. Once that ended, I wanted something more in my life. I joined the army. You know what happened then."
"But you went back?" Jim smiled.
"Yeah. One Saturday night I just decided to go check it out and I got hooked again. I got to know everyone there. Hell Mike became one of my closest friends. He talked me into playing Frank one night when our normal guy wasn't there. After that, there was no turning back until my senses started going nuts. This was the first time I've been back since then." Jim looked down at Blair. "I'm actually glad that you were there with me when I finally went back. I'm glad that you got to know that side of me. Not even Simon has ever seen that part."
"I'm glad I went too," Blair agreed, stifling the yawn that threatened to escape. "Sorry."
"Don't be chief," Jim said. "We've had a long night, and you still have that bump on your head. You are more than entitled to be tired."
"But I'm comfortable here in your arms," Blair protested.
"Then maybe that just means that you'll have to sleep upstairs with me then," Jim offered. Blair looked up at him and Jim could see the love in his eyes. "Will you come upstairs with me?"
"There's no other place that I've ever wanted to be more," Blair replied honestly. "But don't expect anything more than sleep, Jim. I'm too tired."
"That's okay, babe," Jim said, standing and offering a hand to help Blair stand up. He wrapped his arm around the smaller man, guiding him to the stairs that led to his, no their, bed. "As long as you're by my side, I don't need anything else."
"I'll always be by your side, Jim."
"Jim, Blair, we were beginning to think you wouldn't make it," Kissy exclaimed, coming over and giving the pair a kiss. "I was afraid that we would have to draft someone else to play Frank."
"You wouldn't do that, would you?' Jim joked, his arm finding its way around his lover's waist. It has been three months since they had first gotten together. Three months that Jim would never trade for anything in the world. In Blair, he had finally found what he had always been looking for. True acceptance of everything that he was. Jim had found himself getting back into the Rocky Horror scene, with Blair completely by his side. His partner had even taken on co-emcee duties with Kissy, the two of them both auctioning off the virgins. Kissy and Mike had become two of their closest friends and the two couples often went out together when Jim and Blair didn't have to work.
"Of course I wouldn't honey," Kissy replied. "No one can replace the two of you."
"I think I should be jealous," Mike quipped as he came up behind his wife.
"If it wasn't for the fact that I know she doesn't stand a chance of getting between the two of you, I would wonder if she was serious or not." Everyone laughed as they entered the theatre. "So, have the two of you set a date yet?" Jim looked over at his love. Shortly after they had finally admitted their love to each other, Blair had taken the plunge and asked Jim to marry him. Sentinel and Guide were going to be one.
"June twenty fourth," Jim replied. "So I expect the two of you to be free that day."
"We will be Jim. We wouldn't miss it for the world." Kissy and Mike walked off leaving the two lovers alone. Jim wrapped his arms around Blair, pulling the younger man to him and giving him a kiss.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you," Jim asked. Blair wrapped his arms around Jim's neck.
"Oh, not in the last hour or so."
"How remiss of me." Jim kissed Blair once more. "I love you, Blair Sandburg."
"And I love you James Ellison." And with that, Jim and Blair went into the theatre and joined their friends, basking in the love and friendship that they had found at Rocky Horror.
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