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Sentinel Too
by Megan
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Summary: A short, rather silly Jim ramble. Has nothing to do with the S2 eps, except by some very indirect inspiration.
Notes: Alright, all this discussion about S2 P1/2 got me thinking. I'm half asleep right now, so I'm not sure if I want to take responsibility for this... but here's the snippet anyway. No warnings, no spoilers, not even any angst. Cheesy maundering alert :-)
He hated cats.
Unfortunately, the witness was nervous, and her cat had just leaped up into his lap and made itself at home.
It wasn't so much that he hated them as that he was allergic to them and knew this was going to be a prize-winning migraine in the making. Great.
The cat had other ideas. It settled onto his Dockers like it had just found prime real estate going for a song. The tension in its muscles which was evident after its leap into his lap faded, slowly, slowly.
There was something about a cat. You knew when and how it decided things.
The claws came first. Foreclaws, mostly...they half-punctured easily through the thin cotton weave of his slacks and gripped the skin just above his knee, sending out bright sparks of pain even though they weren't anywhere near breaking the skin.
They tightened, barely noticeable. Then relaxed. Then tightened again. Several repetitions later, the cat relaxed... not visibly, but the sense of how it held itself against his legs shifted dramatically, as the cat officially took up residence in a place it now claimed as its own.
Great.
The tail twitched, then thwapped, slowly against his right wrist. Like a somnambulist, the tailtip carefully felt out the exact location and orientation of his forearm.
Maybe he should introduce the cat to Larry. Prehensiles get along, right?
When the witness started talking again, the cat shifted. Synched in with the feline, he found himself wondering just how much animals were able to respond to human voices, gestures...scents... other things. When his senses twitched at an increase in heartbeat and respiration in the witness, the cat's claws contracted ever so slightly against his skin.
Please don't tell me cats are Sentinels too.
-- Fin. --