Snowflakes

Title: Snowflakes
Author/pseudonym: Wildeskind
E-mail address: wildeskind@surfree.com
Rating: G
Status: New, complete
Parts: 1
Date: July 28, 1999
Archive: YES
Series/Sequel: The second of the In the Moment Series
Website: www.angelfire.com/md/wildchild/fanfic.html

Warnings: None.
Conventions: I use / / to mean when someone is thinking.
Disclaimer: I don't own the guys, I just hear them talking.
Summary: It's snowing, and the guys are having a quiet moment.
Beta Credit: Thank you Jaycer, Kim, Colleen, Shelley, and Heather for your wonderful help.

Blair looked up at the night sky. Far above him were puffy clouds full of dust and moisture. The temperature up there was so cold that the water droplets froze, drifting down in hexagonal fluffy flakes called snow. Blair blinked as a particularly large snowflake smashed onto the lens of his glasses before slowly melting. He was wearing his glasses to protect his eyes from the icy snowflakes as he lay in the snow, watching the whirling bits of white fall from the sky. /Sort of like watching the star field in Star Wars when they make the jump to lightspeed./ There was just enough light from the cabin so that the snowflakes were visible as they floated downwards. /I could lay here forever watching this, just let them bury me in icy softness./

The snow underneath him crunched as he shifted. He wiggled his fingers and toes to get the blood flowing again. /Okay, maybe just a few more minutes. I wonder what Jim would see?/ Jim was inside, warming up the stew for dinner. They had spent the day trekking through snowdrifts, working on Jim's cold weather tracking skills. Jim's nose had been running, so they had concentrated on his vision and hearing. /I wish I had brought along a camera. The look on Jim's face when he realized that he had tracked some mama bear to her winter den was priceless. Of course, I wouldn't have been laughing long if she had woken up!/ They had run off as quietly as they could, Jim shushing Blair and trying to keep from laughing himself as they moved away from the makeshift den. Jim had sworn up and down that it sounded like a deer breathing. Sure, a 400 pound deer.

Blair heard the muffled squeak of the door opening. He lay still as booted feet thumped across the porch. One, two, three, Jim came down the steps. As Jim moved towards Blair, his boots made that strange wet crunching sound fresh snow makes when you first walk on it. The crunching stopped a couple feet behind Blair. He heard the swish of Jim's gloves as he swept some snow off an old stump and the rustling of his clothing as Jim sat down. Everything was quiet again as the snow fell. Blair could feel the water trickling into his hair from the snowflakes melting on his face. /Definitely time to think about going in./

Rolling on his side, Blair began the laborious process of sitting up. /Laying in the snow sure was fun, but trying to get up is a pain in the butt. I sure hope Jim is enjoying the show I'm putting on. I can't even see him with all the water on my glasses./ Pulling off his hat, he dropped it into his lap. Next he bit down gently on his right glove, pulling it off. Taking his glasses off, he held them carefully in his left glove as he wiped the melting snow off his face. Cautiously looking back at Jim, Blair hardly noticed the sting of the icy air catching in his throat at sight of his partner sitting there, his head tilted back, staring at the night sky. In the dim light Blair could see the icy clouds form as Jim breathed out a long drawn out sigh. /He looks so peaceful there. Does he see what I see when I look up at the snowflakes falling?/

The fresh snow collecting on the top of Blair's hair began to melt, the icy water reminding him that he had spent enough time outdoors. Carefully dropping his glasses and his right glove into his hat, Blair tried to stand up. /Man, I have way too many layers on. I feel like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man./ Blair looked up at the sound of more snow crunching. Jim stood there at his side, silently offering his gloved hand to him. Grasping it with his bare hand, Blair held on as Jim smoothly pulled him to his feet. Walking back together towards the warmth of the cabin, Blair marveled at the peace he had felt, staring up into the sky as the snow fell. Looking at his partner, he could see the quiet wonder reflected in Jim's eyes. /I guess does he see the same thing that I do. Infinite possibilities./

The End.

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