Farewell My Lovely-
The Sentinel was my first full service fandom. I loved the show, joined lists and participated in the fandom, wrote and posted both on-line and in zines, did artwork, and was even a part of the virtual season. I found some wonderful writers that I still follow from fandom to fandom.
After contemplating drabble100 with TS as a prompt, for many months, it pains me to say that I think that my Sentinel muse is gone for good. I can see myself writing in the universe again - a/u s because the concept is terrific to work with, but as far as the canon series, I just don't see writing anything extended in it, and certainly not 100 things.
I find I rarely read TS stories anymore, other than something rereading my favs, or something new by one the writer's that I know and love, and I'm not even enthusiastic about rewatching my tapes or getting the dvds.
I'll always be greatful to TS for pulling me into fandom, for taking a RL friendship to a new level, for being basically the source upon which my fandom life, and parts of my RL rest. Even though I've moved on to a multitude of other fandoms, there's a part of me that's very, very sad to let go of my first true fandom love.
These are the few drabbles I did complete for the challenge.
Drabble 100-TS
Prompt 07/Days
Days go by and he waits for Blair to say something, but he doesn’t. He just moves his stuff back into his room. They fall into the old routine, and from the outside it all looks okay.
Jim notices though, that Blair never unpacks all the boxes. Part of him that used to be open, closes. The friendship is still there, help with his senses always available, but something of Blair that Jim used to have access to is shut away from him now.
Every once in a while, he'll catch Blair watching him intently, but he never says anything. Jim thinks that Blair is waiting for something, but until he figures out what, they'll both be lost.
Prompt 04/Strangers
Naomi waited nearly nine months to meet the child she carried. She thought she'd know him the minute she held him in her arms, but the truth was, he was a stranger.
Every time she thought she'd pinpointed exactly who Blair was, he surprised her again. She always thought that if she didn't know Blair, no one ever would. That was until the day she watched him accept a badge.
She smiled and laughed along with everyone else as Jim wrapped an arm around him, and she realized that there was someone he wasn't a stranger to.
Prompt 07/Sound
He should hear the rushing wind, his father's panicked shouts, but all he hears is the thud of his own heart as he waits to die.
He still hears it, long after everything is over, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, but always there-reminding him how close he was to death.
His dad never understood why he wanted to be a cop, but after everything, he's learned the only way to quiet the pounding is to be the one to take charge.
He might be close to death all the time, but never again will he just wait for it to come.
Prompt 54/Air
He remembers not being able to breath all the time, working the bomb squad. Always feeling like he was trying to catch his breath. Waiting for the day when something would go wrong, wondering if this would be the time he wasn't good enough or fast enough.
He knows people feel sorry for him. They look at him and shake their heads. They think it must suck to give up being captain. To serve under someone again. They don't know he thanks God every night for Simon Banks. The weight is off his shoulders- and he can breath again.
Prompt 80/Why
For a long time after Jim tells him the truth, Simon waits for the why.
Why Jim? He has to be the least open to change of anybody Simon knows, and this Sentinel stuff brings nothing but changes.
Why Sandburg? Why not somebody older, quieter, or more like Jim in temperament, in manner, in heart?
One day, years later, he looks at the two of them in his office, and realizes the whys have been there all along. The questions and the answers are the same.
Why Jim? Why Blair? Because they are the only ones it could be.
After contemplating drabble100 with TS as a prompt, for many months, it pains me to say that I think that my Sentinel muse is gone for good. I can see myself writing in the universe again - a/u s because the concept is terrific to work with, but as far as the canon series, I just don't see writing anything extended in it, and certainly not 100 things.
I find I rarely read TS stories anymore, other than something rereading my favs, or something new by one the writer's that I know and love, and I'm not even enthusiastic about rewatching my tapes or getting the dvds.
I'll always be greatful to TS for pulling me into fandom, for taking a RL friendship to a new level, for being basically the source upon which my fandom life, and parts of my RL rest. Even though I've moved on to a multitude of other fandoms, there's a part of me that's very, very sad to let go of my first true fandom love.
These are the few drabbles I did complete for the challenge.
Drabble 100-TS
Prompt 07/Days
Days go by and he waits for Blair to say something, but he doesn’t. He just moves his stuff back into his room. They fall into the old routine, and from the outside it all looks okay.
Jim notices though, that Blair never unpacks all the boxes. Part of him that used to be open, closes. The friendship is still there, help with his senses always available, but something of Blair that Jim used to have access to is shut away from him now.
Every once in a while, he'll catch Blair watching him intently, but he never says anything. Jim thinks that Blair is waiting for something, but until he figures out what, they'll both be lost.
Prompt 04/Strangers
Naomi waited nearly nine months to meet the child she carried. She thought she'd know him the minute she held him in her arms, but the truth was, he was a stranger.
Every time she thought she'd pinpointed exactly who Blair was, he surprised her again. She always thought that if she didn't know Blair, no one ever would. That was until the day she watched him accept a badge.
She smiled and laughed along with everyone else as Jim wrapped an arm around him, and she realized that there was someone he wasn't a stranger to.
Prompt 07/Sound
He should hear the rushing wind, his father's panicked shouts, but all he hears is the thud of his own heart as he waits to die.
He still hears it, long after everything is over, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, but always there-reminding him how close he was to death.
His dad never understood why he wanted to be a cop, but after everything, he's learned the only way to quiet the pounding is to be the one to take charge.
He might be close to death all the time, but never again will he just wait for it to come.
Prompt 54/Air
He remembers not being able to breath all the time, working the bomb squad. Always feeling like he was trying to catch his breath. Waiting for the day when something would go wrong, wondering if this would be the time he wasn't good enough or fast enough.
He knows people feel sorry for him. They look at him and shake their heads. They think it must suck to give up being captain. To serve under someone again. They don't know he thanks God every night for Simon Banks. The weight is off his shoulders- and he can breath again.
Prompt 80/Why
For a long time after Jim tells him the truth, Simon waits for the why.
Why Jim? He has to be the least open to change of anybody Simon knows, and this Sentinel stuff brings nothing but changes.
Why Sandburg? Why not somebody older, quieter, or more like Jim in temperament, in manner, in heart?
One day, years later, he looks at the two of them in his office, and realizes the whys have been there all along. The questions and the answers are the same.
Why Jim? Why Blair? Because they are the only ones it could be.