Fourth story!
OK, so apparently posting every other day is a bit more realistic given my current work and RL schedule...
Title: Like Any Other
Author: Kata Avalon
Email: kata_avalon@yahoo.co.uk
Category: Gen
Rating: none
Summary: How things might have gone.
Warnings/spoilers: AU, angst
Prompt by: Banbury McBurg
Prompt: Blair finds a photo of Jim and another man who looks like Jim in a box of old photos
The family run hotel was clean, cosy and quite forgettable. There was nothing unusual or memorable in it, which was probably the main reason why their suspect had chosen it. Blair looked at the view outside the window at the end of the corridor as Rafe tried the lock of the door to room #47. The hotel manager had not protested much when they had requested the key, Blair suspected she had thought something was wrong, but had not thought it worth the trouble to make her suspicions official. Nothing unusual in her attitude.
“Blair? You okay?” Rafe asked with his hand on the door handle.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Blair turned away from the window and entered the room with Rafe.
The room held a bed, a chair, a small table and a tv in a corner. Rafe checked the small bathroom as Blair went to the table. There was a canvas bag on the chair and a few free maps on the table.
“Looks like he was planning to take off,” Blair commented as he leafed through the maps of LA and Las Vegas.
“As if that would help any,” Rafe said from the bathroom. “But hope dies last, I suppose.”
Blair nodded, feeling sad for their unknown.
Blair opened the canvas bag. There was a torn envelope and an old tin cookie box inside.
“I found his ID,” Blair stated as he looked into the envelope.
“Great, what’s his name?” Rafe came out of the bathroom, carrying a worn toiletry bag.
Blair took out a driver’s license. “James Ellison, it says here. 35 years old, no mention of him being a sentinel.”
“How’s that possible? The doc says his senses are too strong for him to be a lateborn sentinel.” Rafe took the envelope Blair held out for him and sat down on the bed.
Blair shrugged as he took the tin box from the bag. “Could be no one wrote it down, officially.”
Rafe shook his head as he arranged the contents of the envelope on the bed. “That’s irresponsible, and stupid. The senses are going to manifest, sooner or later.”
Blair opened the box. It was full of old photos.
Blair sorted through photos of family members, friends and important events. At the bottom was a photo of their suspect as a child with an older man who resembled him, probably a son and a father. Blair took out a folded press clipping that had been at the bottom of the box.
“What is it?” Rafe asked.
“A clipping, of a traffic accident.” Blair read the clipping, feeling sad for the small child. “A car went off the road as a family was on their way to the Cascade mountains. The parents were killed as well as a six years old boy. The older son survived, he was about eight years old.”
“Our sentinel,” Rafe commented.
“Looks like. Could be what triggered the repression of his senses.”
“And later he just coped with them, until he couldn’t anymore.” Rafe sounded tired. “Now he’s going to spend the rest of his life in the Sentinel Care Institute.”
Blair nodded. This was not the first tragic story he came across, nor would it be the last. Sometimes being a detective in the sentinel affairs section of Cascade PD was really depressing.
The End
Don't forget to give feedback to the author!
Title: Like Any Other
Author: Kata Avalon
Email: kata_avalon@yahoo.co.uk
Category: Gen
Rating: none
Summary: How things might have gone.
Warnings/spoilers: AU, angst
Prompt by: Banbury McBurg
Prompt: Blair finds a photo of Jim and another man who looks like Jim in a box of old photos
The family run hotel was clean, cosy and quite forgettable. There was nothing unusual or memorable in it, which was probably the main reason why their suspect had chosen it. Blair looked at the view outside the window at the end of the corridor as Rafe tried the lock of the door to room #47. The hotel manager had not protested much when they had requested the key, Blair suspected she had thought something was wrong, but had not thought it worth the trouble to make her suspicions official. Nothing unusual in her attitude.
“Blair? You okay?” Rafe asked with his hand on the door handle.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Blair turned away from the window and entered the room with Rafe.
The room held a bed, a chair, a small table and a tv in a corner. Rafe checked the small bathroom as Blair went to the table. There was a canvas bag on the chair and a few free maps on the table.
“Looks like he was planning to take off,” Blair commented as he leafed through the maps of LA and Las Vegas.
“As if that would help any,” Rafe said from the bathroom. “But hope dies last, I suppose.”
Blair nodded, feeling sad for their unknown.
Blair opened the canvas bag. There was a torn envelope and an old tin cookie box inside.
“I found his ID,” Blair stated as he looked into the envelope.
“Great, what’s his name?” Rafe came out of the bathroom, carrying a worn toiletry bag.
Blair took out a driver’s license. “James Ellison, it says here. 35 years old, no mention of him being a sentinel.”
“How’s that possible? The doc says his senses are too strong for him to be a lateborn sentinel.” Rafe took the envelope Blair held out for him and sat down on the bed.
Blair shrugged as he took the tin box from the bag. “Could be no one wrote it down, officially.”
Rafe shook his head as he arranged the contents of the envelope on the bed. “That’s irresponsible, and stupid. The senses are going to manifest, sooner or later.”
Blair opened the box. It was full of old photos.
Blair sorted through photos of family members, friends and important events. At the bottom was a photo of their suspect as a child with an older man who resembled him, probably a son and a father. Blair took out a folded press clipping that had been at the bottom of the box.
“What is it?” Rafe asked.
“A clipping, of a traffic accident.” Blair read the clipping, feeling sad for the small child. “A car went off the road as a family was on their way to the Cascade mountains. The parents were killed as well as a six years old boy. The older son survived, he was about eight years old.”
“Our sentinel,” Rafe commented.
“Looks like. Could be what triggered the repression of his senses.”
“And later he just coped with them, until he couldn’t anymore.” Rafe sounded tired. “Now he’s going to spend the rest of his life in the Sentinel Care Institute.”
Blair nodded. This was not the first tragic story he came across, nor would it be the last. Sometimes being a detective in the sentinel affairs section of Cascade PD was really depressing.
The End
Don't forget to give feedback to the author!