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Patient: Blair Sandburg
Fandom: The Sentinel
Partner: Jim Ellison walkstheborders
Word Count: 300
Prompt: 45.2. How close have you come to breaking up with your partner?
[Locked from Jim]
I suppose I'm using partner rather loosely here but he is my partner in more ways than one. Besides the work with the Cascade police where, while I'm not his partner with a badge and all, the guys at the precinct accept me as such. I'm not just the civilian observer anymore. Not to them, and not to Jim.
I think in a lot of other ways we're partners as well. He put my name on his place. Our place, I guess. He gave me a home. Literally, though I know that toy house was just a joke.
Before... Before I died. I have to get used to saying that because not saying it doesn't change that it happened and that its real. Before I died Jim packed up all my things. All my fears came true in that moment. He threw me out. I didn't know at the time he thought he was going to kill me, that he'd had a dream about it. He still believes it is his fault I died. No, that would be that bitch Alex's fault but Jim still won't see that. He only saw the need to protect me.
A few weeks ago I nearly left. It's the closest that I have come to ending things between us. Since we'd come back from Peru everything had been weird. It still is but it's getting better. Then it was tense and constant fighting and I really started to believe that Jim blamed me for dying. That I had somehow failed him in not protecting myself. Maybe I didn't. I didn't see her as a threat to my life. I only saw her as a threat that could take Jim away.
She very nearly did, even after she was too far gone to even know it had happened.
Fandom: The Sentinel
Partner: Jim Ellison walkstheborders
Word Count: 300
Prompt: 45.2. How close have you come to breaking up with your partner?
[Locked from Jim]
I suppose I'm using partner rather loosely here but he is my partner in more ways than one. Besides the work with the Cascade police where, while I'm not his partner with a badge and all, the guys at the precinct accept me as such. I'm not just the civilian observer anymore. Not to them, and not to Jim.
I think in a lot of other ways we're partners as well. He put my name on his place. Our place, I guess. He gave me a home. Literally, though I know that toy house was just a joke.
Before... Before I died. I have to get used to saying that because not saying it doesn't change that it happened and that its real. Before I died Jim packed up all my things. All my fears came true in that moment. He threw me out. I didn't know at the time he thought he was going to kill me, that he'd had a dream about it. He still believes it is his fault I died. No, that would be that bitch Alex's fault but Jim still won't see that. He only saw the need to protect me.
A few weeks ago I nearly left. It's the closest that I have come to ending things between us. Since we'd come back from Peru everything had been weird. It still is but it's getting better. Then it was tense and constant fighting and I really started to believe that Jim blamed me for dying. That I had somehow failed him in not protecting myself. Maybe I didn't. I didn't see her as a threat to my life. I only saw her as a threat that could take Jim away.
She very nearly did, even after she was too far gone to even know it had happened.