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This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex, male pregnancy and birth. It's unquestionably weird. If that offends you, please don't read it. Likewise, do not read or save it if you are under 18, or if by doing so you would be committing any sort of crime.
This story is fantasy fiction based on The Sentinel.
Blairs baby
"You can't even make love to me any more. I tried, but Jim, it's too much, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't -" Jim put a hand over Blair's moutth, effectively silencing him. "It's ok, babe," he whispered, running his hands up and down the smaller man's arms. "We'll work something out." He picked the discarded clothing up from around the office and tenderly dressed his lover. "We'll work something out." Pulling on his own clothes, he took Blair by the arm and lead him out of the office. "What say we get the others to do this? Take some time off?" Blair nodded sullenly, then suddenly grinned. "Jiiiiiim...." "Yeah, babe?" Jim asked, non-plussed by the sudden mood change. The anthropologist grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to his office. "You're not pregnant..."
"Oh MAN!" Jim jerked awake at the cry, arms reflexively tightening around the space where Blair was. Wasn't. "Blair?" he extended his hearing to where his lover was ferreting around the kitchen, banging cupboards. "Babe?" The Sentinel padded downstairs and wrapped himself around his mate. "Mmm. I love the way you smell in the morning.." Blair broke loose and lunged for the cupboard again. "Where is the peanut butter....Jim, I have to have peanut butter now or someone is going to suffer the consequences! Where the hell did you put that jar anyway??" "Peanut butter? You want peanut butter now? It's three o'clock in the morning, for goodness sake." "Jim, it's called a craving, deal with it...oh god...don't tell me you didn't stop off at the grocery. Don't tell me we are out of peanut butter." "Chief, I stopped by the grocery this evening, don't you remember? Peanut butter wasn't on the list, babe." Blair cut him off, not wanting to hear any excuses. Softly whimpering, he darted to the living room."All I wanted was peanut butter, and you forgot it...don't you love me anymore?" Jim gently held his lover from behind, "It's ok, babe, I'll get some tomorrow..." "TOMORROW?" Blair turned and gave him the Look. "I don't want it tomorrow. I want it NOW." He began pacing the length of the living room, keeping a good distance between himself and his partner. "I want that peanut butter, Jim. I can't live without that peanut butter. I'm telling you RIGHT NOW that I NEED that FRIGGING PEANUT BUTTER!" He made his way back to the kitchen and started rooting through the cupboards again, slamming jars onto the bench. "Look. I have pickles." slam "I have cherries ." slam "I have bagels." thump "BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING PEANUT BUTTER!!" Blair sat in the middle of the kitchen floor, surrounded by saucepans and packets of rice, breathing heavily. Jim looked at the mussed hair, the bare feet and the little rounded tummy poking out of the shirt and felt something in him melt. Barefoot and pregnant, he mused to himself. "Okay, I'll go to the overnight market across the street." He dropped a kiss onto Blair's face, glowing despite the angry flush. "Is there anything else you want while I'm out?" Blair looked up, smiling shyly. "You'll get some for me? Really?" Jim nodded. "Umm, Yeah, lets see, how about some ice-cream and maybe some jelly, I can mix that up with my peanut butter, tres magnific..." the anthropologist said, in full imitation of a gourmet chef as he swiftly got to his feet and hugged his lover. Jim felt his stomach turn over. "These mood swings and cravings are gonna be the death of me here, Chief," he grumbled. Disentangling himself from the possessive grip, he made his way out the door.
FOUR MONTHS:
Blair wandered out of the bathroom in his boxers, steam wafting a soft cloud around him as bare feet padded across the tiles. "Jim? Do you think I need to buy a bra or something?" Jim spat his beer over the couch. "WHAT?" "A bra." Blair was looking down at where his hands were cradled at his chest, cupping an imaginary pair of breasts. "I mean, I'm definitely getting bigger, right?" he stood side on, looking over at Jim. "I mean, I am, it's not just me going nuts, right?" "Well, maybe a little, but Chief, you do not need a bra!" "Jim, this isn't over yet, and my body WANTS to produce milk here..." Blair spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "What am I supposed to do?" "Did the doctor say you were going to actually produce milk?" Jim asked, astonished. "Well, yeah," Blair picked up a cloth and wrapped it speculatively around his chest "I mean, come on, Jim, a lot of males in different species do it. Guinea pigs, ourang-outans...." he dropped the cloth and perched himself on the couch. "Why not me?" "Chief, I didn't mean it that way, it's just... This is so bizarre, you know?" "What else am I to expect here?" Blair shivered and darted over to grab his shirt. "Cold?" Jim asked. Blair nodded. "A little. Guess that's what I get for parading semi-naked around the lounge." Jim grinned ferally, but kept his thoughts to himself. "Come here," he put his beer bottle on the coffee table and stretched out his arms pulling Blair into his embrace. He shifted around for a moment, finally reclining against the arm of the couch, his lover cradled between his legs. Dipping his hands down, Jim ghosted sensitive fingers across the slight bulge. With his Sentinel touch he could feel the slight movements of the child growing inside of Blair. "I wish you could feel this, Chief," he whispered softly. "He's so strong-" "She, Jim," Blair shifted and looked at him over his shoulder. "It's a girl," he said definitively, patting his stomach tenderly. "You don't know that, Blair. Not yet, and its a boy." Reaching down, Jim gently took hold of his lover's hand and slid it under the shirt, across the stretched skin. "Can you feel him?" "Her." Blair laughed and held his stomach. "I think she moved. It tickled. Jim, did you feel it?" he giggled again. "Man, it feels like alka-seltzer bubbles up my spine." Jim couldn't stifle the chuckle as his and Blair's child moved within the confines of Blair's stomach. Though it couldn't be called a womb. He felt the fluttery movements of his baby boy as he listened to the steady heartbeats in his lap. Stopping his roaming fingers for a minute, he sorted the jumbled thumps, then ran his fingers across again, a smile breaking over his face. Well, well, well... "Jim? Do you think our little girl will be a Sentinel?" Jim shrugged, carrying his lover with the movement as his fingers turned slow circles. "I don't know." He bent to nibble at an ear. "Does it matter?" "In a way it does. I carry the gene for Guide, and you well, you're the Sentinel. I just wondered which the baby would take after. Do you think its possible that the baby could be both? I mean we are the other half of each other what if this baby is the full part of us?" Jim drew back, thinking it over. "Sentinel AND Guide? Sounds kinda lonely. But you know what I think?" "What?" Blair wriggled a little in the big man's lap, turning to face him. "I think you are thinking entirely too much," Jim hefted his lover in his arms and headed for the bedroom. "Let's see what I can do about that." "Ooh hoo!" Blair hooted as they crossed the lounge "Caveman Ellison don't like his babe to have brains, huh?" "Nope." Jim started up the steps. "In fact Sandburg, all I want to hear from you from now on is a series of monosyllabic grunts and the occasional impassioned scream." "Ooh, big words. How long did you save up the syllables for that sentence, big guy?" Blair teased, grinning evilly. "Two can play at this game." He laid his head on Jim's shoulder and began licking along his collarbone. "Oooh Jesus," Jim whispered as the feather-light touches threatened to send him on overload. Making it up the stairs in record time, he collapsed on his back on the mattress, Blair atop of him. Blair just sat there for a moment, roaming his hands over Jim's chest, peeling the layers of clothing off, one at a time, extending his arm to drop them on the floor. With a sultry smile, Blair got up on his knees and slowly began undoing the buttons of his shirt. One by one, nimble fingers threading the clear plastic through the buttonhole, then moving to the next. An exclusive strip show, made for and only ever shown to one man. James Ellison lapped it up. Blair slid one arm, then the other out of the shirt, twirling it slightly in his fingers before tossing it to land on the lamp. Leaning down, Blair took the zip of Jim's jeans between his teeth and tugged. Jim squirmed helplessly on the bed, hips making small, spasmodic movements as Blair's breath gusted warmly across his crotch. Even through his jeans and boxers he could feel it, swirling around and caressing him as if with a life of its own. Then Blair took a careful hold of the waist of Jim's jeans and tugged them and the boxers down at once, alternately dragging the soft pads of his fingers and his nails down the sensitive skin. Jim moaned and twisted at the mixed pleasure/pain, giving in to the purely hedonistic feeling, his sense of touch blowing open wider and wider until his whole world consisted of tactile sensations "Jim? Jim!" He ignored the frantic cries, focusing on that touch which was... ..gone. Jim opened his eyes and took in a deep gasping breath. His Guide was leaning over him, tears splashing onto his stomach. "Oh man, Jim, don't you EVER do that to me again!" Blair punched him in the chest. "You zoned and I couldn't get you back and..SHIT Jim, If you ever do that again..." he trailed off, sobbing slightly and Jim reached up, encircling his lover in his arms and pulling him down into his chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, Chief," Jim whispered, kissing his lover's nose. "Man, I haven't zoned in so long...the things you do to me, babe..." "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean bite your head off. You just scared me so bad. It- it's just, I can't lose you. Not now, or ever." Blair sniffled, suddenly grinning. "And these damn hormones aren't helping, man." They both laughed softly, content to just hold each other. Spooning up behind his lover, Jim gently drew spirals and whorls on the little rounded tummy, murmuring soft words into Blair's hair. "It's ok, Blair, it's ok, I'm here, it won't happen again, I promise.." Nestling his chin on Blair shoulder, Jim gently stroked his lover and child, singing softly. "No more talk of darkness Forget these wide-eyed fears, I'm here, nothing can harm you My words will warm and calm you Let me be your freedom Let daylight dry your tears I'm here, With you beside you To guard you and to Guide you." Blair chuckled a little. "Man, Jim, don't expect me to do the operatic." Jim kissed his jaw. "Come on, Blair, I thought you knew all this stuff about singing to unborn children." Blair grinned and cleared his throat, starting softly, then gradually gaining volume, singing in a clear voice. "Say you love me Every waking moment Turn my head with talk of summertime Say you need me with you, Now and always, Promise me that all you say is true That's all I ask of you." "Anytime, love." Jim whispered, taking his cue. "Let me be your shelter, Let me be your light, You're safe, No-one will find you Your fears are far behind you." Blair turned in his arms, singing to his lover now, each word coming straight from the heart. "All I want is freedom, A world with no more night And you, always beside me, To hold me and to hide me." Jim kissed his nose. "Then say you'll share with me One love, one lifetime Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you Here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too Sandburg, that's all I ask of you." Blair howled with laughter. Growing serious again, he looked into his mate's eyes and saw the glittering of unshed tears as he sang his part. "Say you'll share with me One love one lifetime Say the word and I will follow you." Jim joined him in the chorus as their fingers intertwined hovering over the slight bulge of Blair's stomach. "Share each day with me, Each night, each morning" Blair looked up from their hands as he softly sang the words. "Say you love me" Not singing any more, Jim whispered the next, "You know I do-" Too caught in the words and not the melody they said the final words of the song together, feeling the love between them, an almost physical presence: "Love me, That's all I ask of you"
FIVE MONTHS:
Jim sighed as Blair pulled another shirt off the rack. "Well?" "This one makes me look like a giant pineapple" Blair tossed it aside and grabbed another. "Talk about sexist. Do you know how hard it is to find paternity clothes?" "Yes." Jim sighed. "Well, who ever thought that a man would get pregnant, or a man that would want to, baby?" Blair looked up at him earnestly. "Me." he said simply. "I'm sorry I'm such a pain, Jim, this really sucks!" he snuffled, on the verge of tears. "My back hurts, my feet hurt, and none of these FIT!" he threw another shirt to the floor and burst into tears. "Shhhhh, its okay, babe. I'm sorry if I seem so insensitive. I've just never seen you like this before. We'll get through this together." "I know, Jim. I just - I just don't think I can do this. I don't think I can carry this baby to full term.' Blair turned tear stained eyes up. "I don't know, Jim.. I don't think I can do this..." the last bit was a tiny whisper as he instinctively turned to the comfort of his Sentinel. "I just don't think I can handle it..." "Oh, baby..." Jim drew his lover into a hug, rocking him slightly. "I've got you honey," he murmured, fingers drawing soothing patterns up Blair's back Finally Blair drew back and wiped his face. "Look at me, man. I'm flipping over shirts." "It's ok," Jim soothed. "It's ok, we can do this." He looked around the shop. "Why don't we blow this place and head over to the PD? Everyone's been asking about you." It was worth it for the smile that lit up his lover's face. "Sure!" "You know what, babe? I hope our daughter is as beautiful as you," Jim looked seriously at his Guide. "Minus the facial hair that is.." they both burst out laughing...then astonished, Blair turned to his Sentinel. "Jim, you just said our daughter!" "Yeah, I guess, I did," Jim said as he wiped away the traces of his lover's tears with a gentle thumb. "No, man, I'm sure, it's our son and I hope that he's as big and strong and as handsome as you, big guy." Jim howled with laughter. "Didn't we just spend the last five months arguing this from other sides?!" The laughter trailed off at the look in his lover's eyes. "I'm serious," Blair whispered, Sentinel soft. "I want him to have your smile," he reached up and ran his fingers over Jim's lips. "And I want him to have your eyes," he trailed them over Jim's eyelids, "and I want him to have your jaw, and your height and -" he broke off and looked down. "Jim, I don't want you to remember me like this." "Blair?" Something in the smaller man's voice tripped the Sentinel's heart. "Is there something you're not telling me?" "This..." Blair made eloquent hand movements. "Thing, me I mean, pregnant." He looked up. "Jim, I didn't tell you. I didn't want to tell you, I wanted this so bad, I just wanted..." "Blair?" Sandburg took a deep breath and looked up. "When I found out.. The doctor said..." Jim took his lover by the arms. "What?" "Nothing." "The doctor said what? What did he say?" Blair turned away. "Nothing," he mumbled. "Dammit, Sandburg," Jim gave his partner a gentle shake. "WHAT DID HE SAY?" "He said.." Blair trailed off and took a deep breath. "He said, that even if I carry to term, there's only a...only a seventy percent chance." Cold fear gripped the Sentinel's heart. "Seventy percent chance of what?" Blair closed his eyes. "Me. Living." Ignoring the shocked gasp from his partner, he continued. "Jim, nothing is foolproof, here. A lot of things could wrong with this. I'm the first. I just want you to remember this...us...just in case. You know, if something happens I -" "NO!" Jim screamed. "No, I won't believe this, Blair, Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me?" "Because I wanted this so badly, Jim. I wanted to give you something -" "No!" Jim jerked away and paced the shop furiously, running a hand over his face, ignoring the looks from the other patrons. "no. No. NO!" "Jim..." "No!" Jim turned and grabbed his partner. "WHY? Dammit?! Answer me that? Why the hell didn't you tell me? Do you think I want this? At this price?" Blair gasped a little as he shook him "J-jim.." "I NEVER want this. Not without you. DO YOU HEAR ME? NEVER!" "...hurting me..." Jim looked down in shock, "Oh my god.." He led Blair down to a seat, holding him tightly. "Oh my god, oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he eased Blair into the seat, rubbing his back gently. "Blair? Are you ok?" he asked as the other man gasped. "Talk to me hon, are you ok?" he looked around the shop "Somebody call an AMBULANCE" he bellowed. "No.." Blair leaned into him, slowly controlling his breathing. "Ok, Just..kinda..freaked me a bit.." he took another breath, "I think I'm all right, Jim" "No, I'm not going to lose you to something like this, just relax for me Chief, you hear me? We will get through this together, and you listen and you listen good, because I'm going to only say this once. We will come through this together. I'm not going to lose you and we'll raise this baby together. We're gonna watch our daughter grow up and we will become grandparents together - you got that, Sandburg?" "Oh, I get it," Blair pushed his hair back with a wry half-chuckle. "We're back to Sandburg, huh?" "You bet your ass, Chief. I have to find some way to get this through your thick skull..." Blair took a deep breath then eased it out. "Ok. But I'm still not wearing the pineapple shirt." Jim kissed his nose. "You know I like you better with no clothes, babe"
SIX MONTHS:
"Heya Hairboy!" Brown greeted him as he waddled through the bullpen. "Is it me, or have you put on weight?" "Ha ha," Blair said, playing along. "Do you really want me to get into your weight?" he looked around the bullpen. "So, how's it been without me around?" "Quiet," Simon shot from the door. "Well, look at you, Sandburg, I do believe you have that 'glow." "Yeah," Blair grimaced, trying to lower himself onto one of the hard chairs. "I just wish I could see my feet again." "Here," Strong hands helped him up, then Simon was sliding his chair out of the office, concern on his face. "You'd better sit on this. Ellison would have my ass if you so much as get a stubbed toe." Blair lowered himself down on the plush surface with a sigh "Man, my back is killing me here. I gotta start carrying a pillow or something." Brown bundled up his coat, "Here," Blair waved a hand, "Nah, s'ok." He shifted a bit, then leant back, "I gotta get used to it.." "No you don't," Simon said firmly, yet kindly. "Sandburg, take the damn coat. That IS an order," he said as Blair started to shake his head. "Ok, ok!" Blair chuckled. "Man, and I talk about JIM being a mother hen...don't say it." Jim couldn't resist the smile that crossed his face at the sight of the big burly detectives of major crimes clucking around his lover. "Mother hen?" he growled in mock threat. "Jim!" Blair turned a radiant smile on his lover and reached up his arms. "Kiss." "Come and get it," Jim teased. Blair grimaced. "Not funny, man. It took me too long to get my oversized ass in this chair in the first place. Oh," he sat up slightly, eyes wide. "Man!" "Blair?" Jim was instantly at his side. "What is it, babe?" he took his lover's hand in his, automatically scanning with his senses. "What's wrong?" Blair smiled. "Nothing. I just - oh man! Wow, can this kid kick!" A grin breaking over his face, he tugged his multicoloured T-shirt up slightly, taking hold of Jim's hand. "Feel that, man. That has got to be your side of the family coming through." Jim smiled, hand roaming over the softly furred stomach. "Nope. Feels like a Sandburg to me." "Come on, man, my side are all pacifistic hippies. That's a Dirty Harry, covert ops commando wannabe army kick, if ever I copped one." Jim looked up. "Simon? Wanna back me up here?" The burly captain held his hands up. "I don't know if I'm ready for this experience, Jim," he said viewing the furry mound with apprehension. "Simon," Blair interrupted, rolling his eyes. "Its not like I'm going to you bite you ya know." "'I'll do it," Brown interjected bravely. With that he prepared his hands for the strange hairy sensation of Blair's pregnant belly. "Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, Hairboy, doesn't it, H?" Blair said with a predatory gleam in his eyes. The dark detective pulled a face as he touched Blair's stomach, trapped somewhere in the realm of horrified fascination. Then he felt the turbulent thumping against his palms and his face changed to a look of awe. "Wow, Captain, you gotta feel this, sir," he turned, a goofy grin on his face. Simon rolled his eyes, and got slowly to his feet to stand beside the young man. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this, Sandburg." Flesh touched soft silky strands of hair. Pressing forward, he too experienced the same feeling of awe as he felt the tingling sensation beneath his palm. It was...different from the way Joan had felt, yet somehow right. Simon let a grin cross his face as the baby kicked hard against his slight pressure. "Feels like an Ellison to me," he declared. Blair crowed in triumph. Rafe entered the bullpen and stopped short at the sight of everyone huddled around the anthropologist. "Sandburg?" he hurried over. "Everything ok?" Blair grinned and motioned him closer. "Come on, cop a feel," he said, ignoring the groans at his joke. Rafe gently pressed his hand to the swollen stomach, jerking back a little in surprise at the thumping under his hand. "Wow," he looked up hesitantly. "Can I -?" "Go ahead." The dark-haired detective carefully tilted his head, pressing his ear up against Blair's stomach. "Wow," he whispered in awe. "That's incredible. Feels like a little Jim Ellison in there." Jim grinned like a proud papa and rubbed his partner's shoulders as Blair smugly grinned his satisfaction. "Yep," they said in union. Each turning to look into the other's eyes as they burst into hearty laughter.
"So, how did it go?" Jim asked, escorting his lover down to the parking garage. Blair sighed and accepted the proffered hand up into the truck. "Pretty good. Ian's upped my hormone shots, I have to have them every six hours now." He shifted gingerly on the seat in anticipation, pulling the seatbelt across. Jim reached over and adjusted the strap so that the lap belt sat under his partner's paunch. "Why so much? I thought he said twelve at this stage." Blair grinned and stopped Jim's hand before he could turn the key in the ignition. "Because I'm having twins." Jim held his partner's hand in both of his, eyes twinkling as a huge grin threatened to split his face. "I know." "What?" Blair smacked him in the arm. "You knew? You PIG!" he shouted. "Why the hell didn't you tell me??" Jim shrugged, dropping his eyes. "I wanted it to be a surprise," he said softly.
Blair stared at him, open mouthed, eyes glimmering. "A surprise?" he whispered. "Oh, Jim, that's so sweet," he unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged at his Sentinel. "Oh, Jim!" Blair pulled back to lock gazes with his partner. "Wait a minute, you could TELL that we were having twins here? You could feel it, hear it?" "Yep, I guess these Sentinel abilities are good for something after all, huh? Two very distinct heartbeats, babe." "Oh man!" Blair said, practically bouncing with excitement. "Can you tell if they are identical, fraternal?" "They're fraternal, Chief, trust me." Jim said, pulling his lover back to him. "I'll always trust you, big guy." Blair leaned contentedly against the strong chest. "Always and forever, you know that don't you?" "Yeah..." Jim paused, getting his courage up. "I need you to promise me something here, Blair." What?" Jim pulled back to look his mate straight in the eyes, "I need you to promise me....Promise me that we'll raise these children together. That you won't leave me alone." "Jim..." Blair whispered. "I...I can't lie to you here, but I promise that if anything goes wrong that I'll fight to stay with you" He pressed a hand to his lover's cheek, eyes glimmering with unshed tears. " I don't want to leave you alone either. Please believe me, I'll fight, ok?" "Yeah..." With that Jim reached down gently pressed a feather-light kiss to his Guide forehead. "I love you so much." "I love you too, Jim."
SEVEN MONTHS:
Squeak~Squeak "What do you think, H?" Squeak "Yes or no? I still think it sounds sort of like a dog toy..." "It's a bit late, Brian. You've already bought the damn thing." Rafe was still absently squishing the rabbit and the noise was getting on his nerves. With a growl, Brown leaned over and grabbed the plush toy, tossing it into his draw. "Hey!" Rafe snatched his prize back before his partner could slam the draw shut. "It's not for you, smartass, it's for Sandburg." "Doesn't look like the kid's type." Simon said amusedly, coming out of his office. "Sir," Rafe held up the toy for inspection, still pressing the squeaker. "What do you think?" "I think that it had better disappear before Brown eats it." Simon shook his head at the antics of his men. "How's the Donnelly case going?" Blair waddled gracefully in on the arm of Joel Taggert. "Hey guys," he ignored the frantic slamming of draws and hiding of bags. "What's up?" "Nothing much," Simon pulled the chair back from Jim's desk. He'd pretty much given up on sitting on it for the next four months. "How did the class go?" "Same old, same old.." Blair winced as he sat down. Rafe automatically pulled open a draw in his desk and tossed a soft cushion over. "Thanks!" a grin split the anthropologists' face and he tucked it contentedly behind him. "They had us doing the breathing exercises again. Joel here actually makes a pretty good coach," he patted the Captain's arm fondly. "Where's Jim?" "Called out to do a routine check on the warehouse district." Simon shrugged, perching himself on the edge of the desk. "We had reports of a prowler, nothing major. He should be back soon." Blair glanced up at the clock on the pillar, then settled himself a little deeper into the chair. "The ultrasound's not scheduled until four pm. I can wait." He pulled a book and his glasses out of his pack. Simon grinned broadly at the sight of the little anthropologist, hair tied back in a ponytail, sitting there in his loose-fitting smock and sweat pants, glasses perched on his nose, a history of anthropology propped up on his rounded tummy. Blair gingerly stretched out one leg, then the other, propping them up on Jim's chair with a sigh of relief. Simon mentally added a footstool to his shopping list. Brown slowly got up and stretched, "Hey listen, Rafe, I think I'm going to head over to Wonderburger for lunch, you want me to bring anything back for you?" "Just bring me back whatever's on special over there, huh? I'm kinda short on cash." He turned his head away from Sandburg and mouthed the words, 'Baby Shower.' Brown nodded knowingly. "No prob. Anything for you over there, lil' mama?" Blair looked up from his book and rolled his eyes, "No thanks, I brought my own lunch, man. Thanks anyway, H." "Okay, then guys, I'm audi." Blair put his book away, searching, "You know, Rafe, Brown just reminded me of something." "Oh, what's that?" "I'm FAMISHED!" Blair groaned as fished through his pack. "Now, where did I put my spoon?" Rafe eyeballed him for some minutes as the anthropologist dug frantically for his MIA utensil. Laughing when Blair came up for air, grinning from ear to ear, victoriously holding his spoon in the air. Nope, Sandburg never did anything half way. The detective turned his attention back to his files on his desk, spreading them, open for Simon to read. "We think that..." Rafe trailed off as an overwhelming odour permeated the bullpen. "What the-" he looked over to where Blair was happily digging into a small tin with his spoon. Simon sniffed the air as he caught the scent and followed his gaze. "Sandburg, what the hell are you eating?" Blair looked up innocently. "Tuna," he swallowed the mouthful and proffered the tin. "Sorry, does anyone else want some?" Before anyone could answer, Brown hurried back in the room. "Sir, there's been a call in from Martine avenue. Officer down." Blair sat up, spilling his tuna and spoon onto the floor. "Martine avenue??" He struggled to get to his feet. "Simon, that's down the warehouse district! That's where Jim is!" "Easy, Sandburg," Simon tried to hold the anthropologist in the chair. "You don't know that. It might not be Jim." "FUCK THAT, Simon." Blair shouted, pushing the Captain's hands away, breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. "I used to LIVE near there. It's right in the middle. Who else did you send down there??" Simon finally gave in, letting the smaller man sit up, gently rubbing his back. "Easy Blair, take it easy, I want you to breathe for me ok?" He looked up. "Joel. Stay here with Sandburg. I'm going down to the hospital to find out what the hell is going on." He grabbed his coat and shrugged into it. "If it is Ellison, I'm gonna wring his neck," he muttered under his breath. "NO!" Blair grabbed hold of Joel's shoulder and used it as a prop as he pushed himself up. "Simon, I'm coming with you." Banks shook his head. "No way, Sandburg. You stay here." "DAMMIT BANKS, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU EITHER GIVE ME A LIFT OR I'LL WALK DOWN THERE MYSELF!" Blair screamed at him. Dead silence reigned in the bullpen. Simon looked at the softly panting man in front of him, to the frantic form of Taggart supporting him and his face softened. "Ok. Joel, you're with us. Rafe, Brown: I want you to keep working on that case," he looked at the spatters of tuna on the floor. "And clean this mess up."
Siren blaring, Simon sped off in the direction of the hospital. Frantically trying to get through to the kid's head before he passed out from worry. Blair was a nervous bundle of energy, twisting frantically, banging a voodoo on the back of Simon's seat. "Hurryhurryhurryhurry" he urged as Joel tried to hold him still in the back seat. "Calm down Sandburg, he'll be fine." "Please...please let him be okay. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." Blair rasped, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, the words becoming a mantra as he fought to keep air going to his lungs. "Dammit Sandburg, don't you dare think about hyperventilating on me, ya hear? You keep your head." Simon shouted over the siren "Simon, what if he's dead?" Blair shook his head frantically. " Simon, I can't do this alone! Nonononononono-" "I'm sure he's fine, Blair." Taggart soothed, rubbing the smaller man's shoulders. "Stay with us..." Blair said nothing as his eyes fixed on the rapidly blurring scenery. His one thought was to get to Jim. His stomach twinged from the level of strain and anxiety going through him in waves. Please God, don't take him away, please don't let him leave. The car slowed in front of the emergency doors and Blair jumped out of the still moving car before Taggart could stop him, running as fast as his body would allow in his condition, the other two close behind. Blair tore through the halls to emergency, feet moving faster and faster. Extending his hands, he rammed the swinging doors and tripped. Joel gently grabbed him from behind and pulled him to his chest, controlling the fall so that the smaller man landed on him instead of the floor. "SANDBURG!" Simon was at his side a second later, taking one of Blair's hands in his. "Dammit, talk to me, don't you check out on me now, kid," he growled, pulling off his coat and draping it over the trembling man as Taggart cradled him from behind. "I want you to breathe for me, ok?" he called up memories of his ex-wife's pregnancy. "In and out, that's it." Blair gripped his hand, panting, whether from the mad dash through the hospital or something else, the Captain couldn't tell. "I need a doctor here, NOW!" Simon yelled, turning his attention back to the anthropologist and keeping his voice low, soothing. "It's ok, Blair, it's ok, just keep breathing for me, C'mon, in and out." A nurse dropped beside them. "What's wrong?" she asked calmly, hands going to check Blair's pulse and temperature. "He's pregnant." The nurse blinked. Simon quickly and tersely explained the situation while Taggart held onto Blair, encouraging his breathing. The nurse nodded once and got to her feet. "Roy!" she yelled above the din, directing her voice to the admissions desk. "We need Richardson in OB paged down here, NOW! Free cubicle?" "14" Roy looked up from the phone. "Richardson's on his way." "Where the hell are those orderlies?" The nurse put a hand on Simon's shoulder. "Keep him calm, keep up with the breathing exercises." She leaned over and brushed a stray curl away from Blair's face. "You're doing good, honey, you're doing fine," she encouraged. "I'm gonna go see if I can rustle up a gurney." She disappeared into the crowd, slipping easily through the ordered chaos. Blair suddenly sat up straight against Taggart, panting. "Jim," he whispered. "I'll find out about Jim," Simon promised. "Ju st keep breathing, ok?" But the smaller man was shaking his head. "Jim," he repeated, raising a shaking hand to point. Simon looked down the hall. There, like some sort of ancient hero, or avenging angel, the Sentinel was charging down the hall. "BLAIR!" He fell to his knees beside his lover, reaching out to grasp the smaller hands held out to him. "It's ok, hon," he soothed, voice taut with controlled worry. "Blood," Blair whispered, running a hand over Jim's sodden shirt. "Jim, oh god, Jim," he reached out desperately, running both his hands over his lover's chest, frantically searching for injuries. "It's ok, babe," Jim soothed, capturing both of Blair's hands in his. "It's ok, babe, it wasn't me, it's not mine, it wasn't me." The orderlies finally appeared with the gurney and gently lifted Blair onto it. Jim followed every step of the way, holding a hand to his lover's chest, tightly gripping Blair's hand in his. "It's ok, babe," he whispered like a broken record. "It's ok, I'm here, I'm here." "I'm sorry, sir," the nurse put a hand on Jim's chest as they reached a cubicle. "You need to fill out -" Jim growled at her. The nurse took a step back in shock. The man had actually bared his teeth and growled at her. Her hand fell back and Jim pushed through the curtains, anxious to be at his mate's side. Simon ushered the nurse away. "I'll fill out the admission forms," he offered, jerking his head for Taggart to stand guard in case Hurricane Ellison blew up again.
"Jim," Blair whispered in between gasps for breath, "Jim, oh Jim, be ok, please be ok, I promise I won't whine any more, I promise Jim, please be ok, Jim, oh please..." His heart breaking, Jim quickly crossed to his Guide's side, holding one cold hand between both of his. "I'm here, Blair, I'm right here," he soothed, focusing on the rapid, fluttery beat of Blair's heart. Panic attack, he thought grimly. If Blair kept this up, he was going to panic himself right into a miscarriage. Cerulean blue eyes twisted over to lock onto him, "Oh god, Jim," Blair's breathing became faster, harsher. Frantically Jim unhooked an oxygen mask from the wall and put it over Blair's face, turning the valve on the canister. "Breathe, babe," he begged, raining desperate, tender little kisses on his lover's face. "Nice and slow, come on, in and out," he slipped a hand under the soft curls, lifting his partner's neck to straighten his airway. "I'm here, I'm ok, just BREATHE, DAMMIT!" But Blair was trapped in a carthasis of terror, eyes locked on Jim's shirt. "Oh god," he moaned, voice muffled by the mask, fingers making small spasmodic twitching movements. "Jim, you're hurt, there's blood, oh god, Jim, so much blood, you're hurt, you're hurt..." Jim looked down at his blood-stained shirt in horror. Pulling back, he frantically ripped at the buttons, tearing the material and tossing the remains in the corner. "I'm ok, Blair," he took one of his Guide's hands in his and ran it over his chest. "See babe? I'm ok, I'm not hurt, I'm fine, it wasn't me, it was Michaels, but he's ok, they say he's gonna be ok," he babbled as Blair strained air through the mask. Richardson entered the room at a dead run, shoving the curtain aside. He nodded approvingly at the mask Jim was holding in place, then reached for a blood pressure cuff. Pumping the bulb in his hand, he blanched at the results. "Blair?" he said softly, putting a hand on Sandburg's shoulder. "I need you to calm down. Let the oxygen mask help you out, take deep breaths," he muttered something to a nurse and she nodded, darting out of the cubicle. Blair dragged in a great gasping wheeze of air. "Jim," he hitched. "He's right here," Richardson soothed. Motioning for Jim to give him a hand, he slowly raised the head of the gurney so that Blair was sitting reclined. Taking a stool by the side of the bed, he took one of Blair's hands in his, massaging it slowly, fingers seeking out soothing pressure points. "It's ok, Blair," he murmured. "Jim's here, he's ok, you're ok," he trailed bigger and smaller circles, taking Blair down another layer into a light trance. The nurse returned bearing a cup on a tray. Richardson took the cup and put it on a bench, gently pulling the oxygen mask away from Blair's face. Jim winced at the whistle in his partner's lungs as he sucked in air. Richardson pushed the cup into Blair's hand. "Here, drink this," he ordered, stripping away the blood pressure cuff. "What is it?" Jim demanded, taking the cup away before Blair could drink and warily sniffing the contents. "Herbal tea," the doctor explained. "I can't risk a sedative, not at this stage. " He patted Blair's knee reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's safe." Standing, Jim lowered the safety rail on the gurney and gently pulled his lover towards him, settling him in an upright position against his chest. "Chief? I want you to drink this for me." Blair reached up for the cup with shaking hands, and Jim gently brushed them aside. "I'll do it," he scolded gently. "You're not scalding my babies, Sandburg, you hear me?" Blair chuckled weakly and sipped at the hot tea, teeth chattering slightly against the rim. The cup empty and Blair's heartrate and breathing returning to normal, Jim eased him back onto the gurney, hand gently massaging his scalp, pushing his fingers through the long hair. Richardson lowered the head of the bed so that Blair was lying flat again. Carefully tugging the anthropologist's smock up to expose his stomach, he felt around the mound, pressing gently in a few places. "Does that hurt?" Blair shook his head. "No." "How about there?" Blair drew in a quick breath. "A little," he admitted, holding tightly onto Jim's hand. "Are they ok?" he asked frantically. Richardson smiled reassuringly. "Everything feels fine, Blair. I'd only start to worry if it didn't hurt." Tugging the stethoscope from around his neck, the doctor blew on the end briefly, for show, then put in the earpieces and pressed it to his patient's stomach. Blair gasped a little as the cold metal touched his skin. He held his breath, teeth worrying at his bottom lip as Ian moved the stethoscope around. Jim reached up and gently nudged the side of his head. "Breathe, Sandburg," he reminded teasingly, hiding the fact that his own stomach was churning itself into knots. "Please be ok," Blair whispered under his breath, Sentinel soft. "Please be ok, please," Jim tightened his grip on his Guide's and added his own voice to the little mantra. "Please be ok..." Finally Richardson looked up. "It sounds fine," he reassured the other two. Jim let out a sigh of relief, slumping back into a chair. "Thank god," he kissed the back of Blair's hand, grinning like a maniac. "Now, Blair, how about that ultrasound?" The doctor asked cheerfully. Blair blinked confusedly up at him. "What?" "The ultrasound." Richardson grinned and pointed up at the clock set into the wall. "It's almost time for your appointment, and seeing as you're already in the hospital..." A tired smile crinkled the edges of Blair' mouth. " Ok."
"Oh god, Jim, do you see them? They're so beautiful," Blair whispered teary-eyed as he gazed up at the monitor. Jim nodded silently, clasping his partner's hand, fingers gently massaging the back. "Oh well, gentlemen it looks like fraternal twins here." Jim and Blair chuckled and in unison said, "We know." The confused doctor shook his head. "Do you want to know the gender of your children?" Blair eyed his mate asking the unspoken question. Jim answered by kissing his mouth gently. "Yeah, I think we can handle that." "One of each, a little boy and a little girl it appears. Do you see on the screen?" he shifted the scanner, gliding it over the gel slicking Blair's stomach. The grainy images were slightly blurred, but they could definitely make out the profile of a boy and the other, slightly smaller girl sucking her thumb. "Well, Jim our son's going to be a stud, I can tell. Well hung I might, add," Blair said impishly. Ellison laughed and viewed his daughter with pride. "And our daughter is going to have the most beautiful blue eyes and curly hair. I see her having chocolate brown hair with little light brown highlights running through it. She's going to be a knockout, breaking all of the boys hearts." Blair held on to his lover's hand, squeezing slightly as he asked the Richardson the next question. "Are they okay?" "Everything is going smoothly, Blair," he reassured. "They're just fine. Of course, they're smaller than normal, not only because they are twins, but also because there isn't as much room to work with in there, like a woman's womb. But other than size, they appear very healthy. Be proud, you two are doing wonderfully." "Blair's the one who's done all the work, he deserves all of the credit." Blair blinked back the tears. He hated these damn hormones. He never stopped crying it seemed. He looked into his Sentinel's eyes and shook his head, "No," he whispered. "Joint effort all of the way, man." Jim reached over and covered Blair's mouth with his own. One hand stroked his lover's hair, the other wiping away the uncontrollable tears, as he listened to the different hearts that beat inside his love's body. Blair's and the twins'. Three separate and distinct heart beats forever imprinted on his very soul.
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