The Sentinel: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg: PG: Balance
Title: Balance
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters/Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: Genesis
Rating: PG
Summary: Blair is remindeded that life needs balance
It was odd how memories could come back to you with the force of a bullet to the chest. Sometimes it came with a scent; the smell of cologne, wafting smoke or sugary sweets baking. It might be a taste so strong that it dragged you out of the hear and now and dropped you dead center into the past. Sometimes memories came out of nowhere, or floated in the insanity of dreams and nightmares. A lot of times memories came without warning, crashing down on our thoughts until they consumed them.
And sometimes it was literally a bullet to the chest that made a person fall headlong into the past.
Jim had lost a lot of blood, so much, and Blair had ranted and raged when they wouldn't let him in the room with his partner. Pacing outside the door like a caged animal, it had taken the threat of security to make him move on to the waiting room. Simon's was there, some of the other officers, but Sandburg wanted none of their positive talk and awkward comfort. What he wanted was to see Jim's eyes, open and aware. He wanted to hear his partner's voice and know that the man he'd given his life to wasn't going to run out on him without a word of goodbye. He wanted Jim to be fine and he wasn't spiritual enough to convince himself that life was fair, or that Jim would live.
Slipping out of the waiting room, Blair's intent had been to go to the chapel. Maybe it was a lot more... formalized than he was now, or had been raised, but what mattered was the focal for his prayers. Despite it all, Blair wasn't beyond praying. If it was possible that someone could be listening then he was going to pray. Not because he was sure he believed in a Christian God but because there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to try and keep Ellison alive and with him.
Blinded by tears, Blair was confused when the door he opened wasn't to the chapel. It was to a closet. He stood there, stunned. In his panic he hadn't gone where he wanted, but to where it all began. Despite the years, he could remember that first moment. Jim shirtless and muscled, and his eyes impossibly blue. He could still hear the sound of Jim's voice, the gravelly roughness that was strong and commanding. Yet beyond all the physical, he realized he'd found a fairytale come true. Sentinels were the things of myth and Jim Ellison was a myth come to life.
Blair didn't need a chapel or an altar. He needed this. A memory of how much had changed in three years, of everything they had gained. So much that outnumbered the things that they may have lost. This was their life now. Their life was basketball games and fly fishing and movie nights on the couch. It was bullets and drugged pizza and kidnapping. It couldn't always be shared showers and mixed laughter and easy touches. Life needed it all to be whole and right.
"Thank you,' he whispered to the dark room, to no one in particular, and to a man that was strong enough to survive a bullet to the chest and thrive despite it. Blair's life had only changed for the better after a beginning that had been founded in deceit.
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters/Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: Genesis
Rating: PG
Summary: Blair is remindeded that life needs balance
It was odd how memories could come back to you with the force of a bullet to the chest. Sometimes it came with a scent; the smell of cologne, wafting smoke or sugary sweets baking. It might be a taste so strong that it dragged you out of the hear and now and dropped you dead center into the past. Sometimes memories came out of nowhere, or floated in the insanity of dreams and nightmares. A lot of times memories came without warning, crashing down on our thoughts until they consumed them.
And sometimes it was literally a bullet to the chest that made a person fall headlong into the past.
Jim had lost a lot of blood, so much, and Blair had ranted and raged when they wouldn't let him in the room with his partner. Pacing outside the door like a caged animal, it had taken the threat of security to make him move on to the waiting room. Simon's was there, some of the other officers, but Sandburg wanted none of their positive talk and awkward comfort. What he wanted was to see Jim's eyes, open and aware. He wanted to hear his partner's voice and know that the man he'd given his life to wasn't going to run out on him without a word of goodbye. He wanted Jim to be fine and he wasn't spiritual enough to convince himself that life was fair, or that Jim would live.
Slipping out of the waiting room, Blair's intent had been to go to the chapel. Maybe it was a lot more... formalized than he was now, or had been raised, but what mattered was the focal for his prayers. Despite it all, Blair wasn't beyond praying. If it was possible that someone could be listening then he was going to pray. Not because he was sure he believed in a Christian God but because there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to try and keep Ellison alive and with him.
Blinded by tears, Blair was confused when the door he opened wasn't to the chapel. It was to a closet. He stood there, stunned. In his panic he hadn't gone where he wanted, but to where it all began. Despite the years, he could remember that first moment. Jim shirtless and muscled, and his eyes impossibly blue. He could still hear the sound of Jim's voice, the gravelly roughness that was strong and commanding. Yet beyond all the physical, he realized he'd found a fairytale come true. Sentinels were the things of myth and Jim Ellison was a myth come to life.
Blair didn't need a chapel or an altar. He needed this. A memory of how much had changed in three years, of everything they had gained. So much that outnumbered the things that they may have lost. This was their life now. Their life was basketball games and fly fishing and movie nights on the couch. It was bullets and drugged pizza and kidnapping. It couldn't always be shared showers and mixed laughter and easy touches. Life needed it all to be whole and right.
"Thank you,' he whispered to the dark room, to no one in particular, and to a man that was strong enough to survive a bullet to the chest and thrive despite it. Blair's life had only changed for the better after a beginning that had been founded in deceit.