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Title: DRUGS

Author/pseudonym: Sentarla

Rating: PG

Status: 8/8 (Yes!!!)

Date: 24/01/99

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

Series/Sequel: Non

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Drugs 8 (Final part!!!)
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While watching his Guide, Jim tensely told Simon what had happened. Moments later, Simon took the now empty syringe out of the worried Sentinel's hand and took it to the head nurse for a tox screen. Once everything had been taken care of, he returned to his friend.

The doctor was paged and with great surprise, they all watched and waited as Blair survived the next one hour. Once the deadline had passed, new hope was born; maybe Blair had a chance after all. Jim watched his Guide closely, making sure there were no side effects.

The night slowly wore on and Simon came and went. If asked, Jim would have stated that his world only consisted of his Guide and everything else was trivial, not important.

By dawn, the medical staff were amazed. Not only was Blair alive and fighting, but he was winning. From all reports and tests, his blood was slowly but surely gaining oxygen content.

Needing to stretch, Jim stood and paced the small dim room. The doctors had decided that the medicine could be tapered off. Blair's kidneys and liver were slowly returning to normal function. Feeling like a third wheel, Jim stopped and looked at his Guide, focusing all his attention on the small, pale body. On the outside, he looked like he was coping, but inside, Jim was screaming at himself. There was a part of himself that demand he realize he may have made Blair worse by giving him the drug.

The doctors had said that Blair should be waking up soon, an hour at the most. If he didn't then there was a chance there could be brain damage, due to the oxygen problem. So far he had shown no sign of waking. Simon had left a message that Michaels had not been seen, there was no info on the antidote.

Feeling soul-weary, Jim gave a sigh and sat back down.

"Blair. Come on buddy, you have to wake up. Everything's okay. Blair, can you hear me?"

Jim felt more than heard the change in Blair's heart rate. "That's right, buddy. It's time to wake up, open your eyes, Blair."

The first thing Blair was aware of was the dryness in his throat, and then a killing headache. Through the pounding of his head, he heard a calm, persistent voice. Turning his head towards the voice, Blair tried to open his eyes.

"That's right, Chief, open those blue eyes."

The light nearly blinded him, but drawing strength from his Sentinel's voice, Blair opened his eyes and came to full consciousness.

"Hey, Chief, how are you feeling?"

With the dryness of his throat, Blair just gave a grunt in reply, his eyes giving a silent plea for information.

Reaching over, Jim poured some room-temperature water for his guide, and helped him take a few tentative sips. "It's okay Blair, it's over. You just have to concentrate on getting better."

Licking his now not so dry lips, Blair met Jim's eyes and whispered, "What...?"

Understanding the meaning, Jim just shook his head and rested his hand on Blair's arm. "Later, Blair, just rest and know it is over, you’re safe. "

To tired to argue, Blair simply looked at Jim once then gave up the fight and closed his eyes.

Listening to his Guide slip into a healing sleep, Jim sighed and offered up a little prayer for the safe return of his Guide. This time it had been close, very close.

From all reports, the doctors still did not know what Michaels had given Blair, or what was in the antidote. All they knew was that Blair had only hours to live, and then, within the same time, he was cured.

Two days later, Blair was bouncing back. Though he never said it, Jim knew his Guide was barely handling the idea of staying in the hospital. When the doctor mentioned a week stay for tests and observation, he heard Blair‘s pulse skyrocket. Knowing he would rest better at home, Jim tried to convince the doctors to release Blair early. When that did not work, he gave Blair, for the first time, his full approval and support as Blair signed the AMA papers.

While Blair spent the next few days sleeping or reading, Jim kept up with all the efforts in trying to find and catch Michaels. For all intents and purposes, Michaels had totally disappeared. There had been two reports from snitches who said they saw a man like Michaels being hustled off the street into a dark sedan by men in dark suits. There were three other identical cars that followed.

Jim was not happy and it showed. Blair could tell his Sentinel was upset, but still too tired and sick, he did not have the energy needed to pry the problem out of the stubborn Detective.

With the suspicion that the government or someone shadier was probably involved, Jim called some old contacts to see if they had heard anything. Within an hour, Jim got a short, yet cryptic reply.

'Michaels is underground in the Black. Although he is still holding a grudge, he will not be released for some time.'

Understanding the message, Jim gave a sigh of relief. It meant that for the moment everything was finally over. There was no need for police protection and Blair could safely start getting control of his life back.

Trusting his contact, Jim rang the station and told Simon the protection could be pulled. Once Simon had been convinced, Jim hung up and went to visually check his Guide.

With a peaceful look of innocence on his face, Blair slept, unaware of his Sentinel watching. Feeling the over-whelming need to reassure himself, Jim bent down and lightly brushed a stay lock of hair from his Guide‘s face. Reacting with the trust of a child, Blair let out a soft breath and moved closer to the edge of the bed, near Jim.

Nearly floored by the trust Blair repeatedly showed him, Jim softly swore to protect him always, and swore with venom that Michaels would never come near him again.

~Fin~