Sentinel Fan Fiction Page || Fanfic -- Drabbles

Nursery Rhyme Drabbles
by Becky
December 1999 -- October 2000


"One potato, two potato, three potato, four."

<thump, thump, thump, thump>

"Sandburg, what're you doing?"

"Five potato…counting…six potato, seven and one more."

<thump, thump, thump, thump>

"Counting what?"

"Potatoes. What else? … One potato, two potato…"

<thump, thump>

"Why are you counting potatoes? Or do I want to know?"

"…three potato, four." <thump, thump> "So I know how many we have. Five potato, six potato…" <thump, thump>

"Again, I ask why."

"…seven and one more." <thump, thump> "I'm taking an ammunition inventory."

"Ammunition! What--?!" (pause) "No, never mind. Forget I asked."

"Okay." <rustle> "One little onion, two little onion…"

<thump, thump>



<thump, thump>

Blair eyed the two white sock-covered feet propped on the coffee table. He glanced at Jim, then feeling mischievous, he began tapping his pen on the nearest toes.

"This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home."


"This little piggy has roast beef."

"I'm warning you…"

"This little piggy had none. And this little piggy…"

"Don't even *think* about it," Jim growled.

Blair suppressed an evil grin. "…went wee-wee-wee all the way home." Gleefully he dragged his pen up the bottom of Jim's foot.

"Aaaahhhh!!! Sandburg…!!"



"Hey, diddle, diddle…"

Simon paused in the nearly empty bullpen doorway, eyebrows raising.

"…the cat and the fiddle…"

Recognizing Ellison's voice, Simon edged over to Jim's desk.

"…the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such a sight and… And that's all I can remember. What's the last line?"

Back to the door, Jim didn't see Simon. Blair, however, did. "I bet Simon knows."

Simon had to chuckle as Jim whipped around in his chair, cheeks pinkening. "Uh…"

Leaning inwards, Simon finished the rhyme, eyes twinkling in amusement. "And the dish ran away with the spoon."



Megan stood from her desk when Jim and Blair entered the bullpen.

"Jim, can I ask--"

The detective growled and stalked past her. Megan blinked and looked at Blair.

"Jim's been an absolute bear all morning."

"A bear."

"Yeah, you know, like Fuzzy Wuzzy?"


Blair nodded, then chuckled. "Actually...that's pretty appropriate." He cleared his throat. "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he?"

"Ready to go...Fuzzy?" Both turned to see Jim behind Megan.

"Is that a threat?"

Jim only laughed and walked out, leaving Blair to catch up. "Jim...!?"



"Old King Cole was a merry old soul..."

Jim glanced at Blair who was watching Simon light a cigar.

"...a merry old soul was he."

"Sandburg, why aren't you working?"

"I'm taking a break... He called for his pipe...he called for his bowl..."

"Simon doesn't use a pipe. Or a bowl."

Inside his office, the captain answered his phone and scowled.

"...and he called for his fiddlers three."

Simon stood and yanked open the door. "Ellison! Sandburg! Conner! My office!"

Jim whispered, "However, he does have three fiddlers."

Blair choked back laughter and followed Jim into King Simon's domain.



"You know, seeing the two of you in the ER -- again -- reminds me of something."

"And what would that be, sir?"

"Jack and Jill..."

"...Jimbo and Sandy..."

"...went up the hill..."

"...a huge mammoth set of stairs, Simon..."

" fetch a pail of water..."

"...a pail of bad guys, maybe..."

"...Jack fell down and broke his crown..."

"Got that right." <feminine chuckles>

"...and Jill came tumbling after."

"That too."

"Jim tripped me!"

"Did not."

"Did too."

<more arguing>

"Will they ever grow up, Captain?"

"I doubt it. Both are eternal Toys ‘R' Us kids -- just with bigger toys."

"Hey!" <chorus>



"Hey, Jim, how're you feeling?"

"I'm sore, tired, grumpy, my head hurts, and I wanna go home."

<chuckles> "Sounds like your normal, post-hospital attitude to me."


"The doctor'll be in here soon."


"Um..." <pause> "Humpty Dumpty..."

"I am not an egg, Sandburg."

"...sat on a wall..."

"I was not sitting on a wall; I fell off a..."

"Humpty Dumpty had a great fall..."


"All the king's horses..."

"Are we back to Simon as king again?"

"...and all the king's men..."

"Of which you're one."

"...couldn't put Humpty together again."

<pause> "Hey, Doc, can I leave yet? Doc?"




"Back from lunch, Chief?"

"Yup." <chuckle> "Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet eating her curds and whey..."

"Now what?"

"Well, you see, I took Megan and Cassie to the park..."

"Both of them? Dangerous sort, aren't you?"



"Anyway...not two minutes after we sat down, a spider came swinging by and landed next to Cassie's arm." <chuckle> "Man, I have never seen anyone move so fast. It was like Little Miss Muffet come to life."

"Little Miss Muffet."

"Yeah, you know... Along came a spider and sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away."




<...creak of balcony door opening...hint of music and laughter creeping into the night from inside...footsteps padding softly outwards...a quiet voice...>

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight."

<...deep breath in and out...a second set of footsteps...another voice....>

"What are you wishing for, Sandy?"

<...quiet chuckle...> "World peace. A real vacation. A good fishing spot." <...swallow of liquid...louder voice...> "For Jim to lose his winning poker streak."

"I heard that, Sandburg!"


"Good. Maybe it'll work."

"It better not!"



~click-click~ ~click...~

"Hey! Gimme that back, Rafe!"

Blair glanced up, watching Brown and Rafe bicker over the mechanical pencil Brown had been clicking all morning. Next to him, Jim rolled his eyes.


Suppressing a grin, Blair whispered, "Tweedledum and Tweedledee agreed to have a battle, for Tweedledum said Tweedledee had spoilt his nice new rattle..."

Simon stormed into the bullpen, and Rafe and Brown shut up. After the captain vanished into his office, Blair finished quietly, "Just then flew by a monstrous crow, as big as a tar-barrel, which quite forgot their quarrel."

Jim nearly choked on his laughter.



Blair sipped hot coffee as rain streaked down the cabin's window pane.

"It's raining. It's pouring." A soft rumble drifted outward from the cabin's second bedroom and Blair chuckled. "The old man is snoring."

Next to him, Jim snorted quietly. "Better watch it, Chief. Simon wouldn't appreciate being called ‘old'."

"Yeah, well, he's asleep. What he doesn't hear..." Another rumble followed the first and Blair looked upward to meet Jim's eyes with a grin. "Besides...the old man, he went to bed, and bumped his head, and couldn't get up in the morning."

<...door opens...>

"Sandburg! Who're you calling 'old'!?"



<yawn> "Man, just what did we do to deserve being stuck out here all night? Again."

"I think Simon mentioned 'super-eyesight'."

<grunt> "Yeah, well, this is the third time this week. It's getting old, Jim."



"Nothing. Thought I saw something on the clock tower. Must've been my imagination."

"Maybe it was the mouse."

"The what?"

<sigh> <throat clearing> "Hickory, dickory, dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one; the mouse ran down. Hickory, dickory, dock."

"Oh. That mouse." <pause> "Wait... That ain't no mouse, Chief. That's our resident Clock Tower Scribbler. Let's go..."

<...doors slamming...>