Title: Thor

Author/pseudonym: Sentarla

Rating: G

Status: Finished

Date: 23/11/98

Archive: Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!

Series/Sequel: Non

Note: This piece is purely therapy. I had a REALLY bad day a work, and after I got off, I had this good idea to take out my anger in a fic piece. Be warned that it HAS NOT BEEN BETA read. Well hope you like it, and there maybe more if I you show enough encouragement.

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The door to the loft slammed, the noise bouncing off the walls in the dark once quite apartment. Not apologising and ignoring the irritated question from above Blair stomped into his room and through himself onto his bed.

Hearing his partner get out of bed, Blair sighed and rolled over, keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling. Knowing Jim could hear his anger, Blair tried some deep breathing, which like all the other times tonight did not work.

A soft knock was followed by a concerned question. Hating feeling like he was and knowing he could not talk to his partner yet without causing bloodshed, Blair just shook his head and turned his back to his Sentinel.

Shaking his head, Jim opened the door and looked at his distressed Guide and wondered what was going on. The last time they had talked at breakfast, Blair had been his usual cheerful self, now only 16 hours later, his Guide had disappeared and in hid place was a person who was in such a foal mood that Jim could swear he was the cause of the fast approaching thunder storm.

"Blair, umm, If you would like to talk about it I'm here okay. Umm, there is a storm coming, so you better shut your window. Night Chief." Turning around and leaving, Jim kept his senses trained on the motionless figure on the bed.

For the rest of the night Jim listened as his agitated room mate cursed and grumbled. The storm picked up intensity, with large booms of thunder occurring seemingly in time to Sandburg's most vibrant curses. Near morning, the exhausted Guide fell into a deep sleep. The once fierce storm tapped off and within minutes disappeared.

Knowing his overworked Guide needed to sleep, Jim got up to go down and turn off the alarm clock, when he realised that the power was out. Getting dressed in case he was needed, Jim went downstairs and left a message for Blair, not wanting him to wake up and wonder where he had gone. 10 minutes later, Jim was out the door, responding to a general call for help.

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It was 11am, 6 hours later before the tired, wet and grimy detective walked back into the loft. The fierce storm had brought powerlines down, smashed store windows, taken roofs of houses and generally created a total nightmare for the police of Cascade.

Surprised at not seeing his Guide, Jim checked on Blair and found him just starting to stir from the warm cacoon of blankets he had made on his bed.

Not needing a moody Blair, Jim pulled out the small camp hotplate and put some water on to boil, then went and had a quick shower.

Catching the kettle before it whistled, Jim made a cup of tea and took into his now awake Guide.

"Hey Chief, how are you feeling?"

Letting out a sigh, Blair pushed his hair back and shrugged his solders. "Mmm, I'm okay. Is that for me?" Blair asked nodding towards the tea.

Having totally forgotten the tea in his hand, Jim looked down in surprise and then nodded his head.

"Yea, Umm sorry Chief, its peppermint, hope that's okay."

"Peace offering?…Yea sure big guy, it's great." Blair replied with a little laugh.

Finding a chair under a pile of books, Jim moved them and sat down.

"So what happen last night Chief?"

Not really wanting to talk about it but knowing Jim would not let it go, Blair sorted out his feelings, his eyes explaining more then his voice ever could.

"It’s okay Chief, take your time."

Looking at his Sentinel in disbelief, Blair wondered were all this was coming from, it was sooo unlike his roommate. Taking a deep breath Blair started to tell his tale.

"It all started once I hit the U. I was having a really good day before I saw it. There on the blackboard of my first class was the word 'PIG' and not just the word but a diagram of a pig in full uniform with curly hair and a peace symbol around it's neck. Man, I guess we both knew who that was directed at. My intro class laughed at me and worst still, I had 3 spit balls shot at me while I was rubbing it off, shish, these were honour students. Then when I got to my office I found a nice name plate affixed to my door, I really liked it until I read it. It said 'Blair Sandbag, Archaeology'. I rang up Admin and they laughed and wondered what the big deal was. I'm an anthropologist and I worked real hard to be what I am, and my name is sacred, Hairboy is better then Sandbag. Then to top it all off, at the end of my last class, the U gave me a four page letter of things I have to do and complete by next week. There is no way I can do them all, and even if I did, they won't appreciate it, no one ever does. Sometimes I feel like grabbing my backpack and moving to Australia to a nice place like Townsville, Full on sunshine, and no one who knows me and I could have a break."

Totally blown away and not able to form a coherent reply after hearing how his guide wanted to leave and get away from it all.

Seeing how distressed Jim became at his last words, Blair just shook his head and thanked the Gods for such a caring Sentinel and friend.

"Jim, Jim you still with me buddy?"

Brought back from a fear induced zone, Jim suddenly stood up and went over to the bed, Sitting down he reached over and took a firm hold of Blair's shoulders and looked into his eyes with fierce intensity.

"Blair, you are appreciated, no matter what happens or what is said to you, I want you to know that I will always need you. There are times I don't say thank you and times I forget to take the time to sit down and talk to you, but no matter what, there is never a moment in the day I don't thank every God that you are in my life."

Silent tears had been gathering in Blair's eyes while Jim had been speaking. Wiping his eyes with the back of a hand, Blair whispered thank you and gave Jim a hard hug.

Although Jim was definitely not the touchy, felly, emotional type, he knew his Guide need this and returned the hug.

After a moment Jim pulled away and looked back down at his guide. "Are you okay now Chief?"

Blair gave Jim one of his morning after smiles, full of happiness and life. "Yea man, Australia is like too far away, anyway I'm needed here."

"You better believe it" Jim said getting up and cuffing his guide over the head, glad to know his Guide would still walk beside him.

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Okay, I hope you all liked it, I may do others like it if I have enough feedback. This one as I said was inspired a very foal mood, and if you know me, then you will see the similarities in Blair's bad day and mine. Anyway like Blair all I needed was someone higher up to talk to me and put me in my place. Hope you all have a good Thanks Giving.