See part one for disclaimer and warnings
Title: DRUGS
Author/pseudonym: Sentarla
Rating: PG
Status: 7/8
Date: 07/01/99
Archive: Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!
Series/Sequel: Non
My Website: http://www.oocities.org/sentarla
E-mail: Sentarla (Please be nice)
Note: Okay, wow, so they weren't lying,
there is a Vancouver in Canada as well. (Thanks Bonnie for the knowledge) Sorry
to anyone who was upset, by my misunderstanding. Well this story is nearly
finished, and I can only give a deep bow of thanks and gratitude. 7 parts
along, and I know that there is no way I could ever be a successful beta. I
have seen however that this is helping my own English skills immensely. Fan
Fiction story writing should be a compulsory part of English in all schools.
(What do you think
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Blair was taken from Jim immediately and
whisked away to the ER. Within fifteen minutes Simon was there next to Jim,
trying to calm him down. The nurses, knowing what the Detective was like,
decided it would be better for everyone around if they called the Captain.
"Jim. Jim, come on, focus on me. Jim.
Snap out of it!"
As if waking from a dream, the frenzying
pacing was stopped and the Sentinel shook his head. "Simon?"
"Yeah, Jim. What happened?"
"Ahh, don't know. I woke up, something
was wrong. I found Sandburg in his room having problems breathing. Simon, no
one had been in the loft. Why is this happening?"
How many obstacles would these two have to
face? Simon wondered.
The same doctor who had been treating Blair
since it all started, came out into the waiting room.
"Detective Ellison, Captain
Banks." Sitting up straight in the chair, Jim braced himself as the doctor
sat down, and drew a weary hand over his face.
"How is he?"
"Hmm. Well we have him hooked up to a
respirator and at the moment he is stable. From what I can see, his blood has
become dangerously thin, which is inhibiting oxygen flow to his brain and other
vital organs. We are currently trying some blood thickening medicine, but to
help decrease the demand of oxygen on the body, we have induced a coma. This
way hell have more time."
Jim gave a low anguished moan at the
doctor's last words.
"More time?" Simon requested,
seeking more information.
The doctor put down the chart. "Yes.
From all indicators, Mr. Sandburg is dying. As soon as we find a solution for
one problem, there is another. If this was just normal Hemophilia we could deal
with it, but it is different. It is like it has mutated into something more
deadly."
"Can I see him?" Jim asked, trying
to block out all that was said.
Nodding his head, the doctor softly said a
number and watched as Jim staggered to his feet, and stumbled off.
Jim's first reaction was to turn and run.
His Guide would have looked like he was sleeping if not for the tubes, wires
and respirator coming out of his body. Jim knew that when Blair was going
through the Golden Incident, he would have looked like he did now, but this
time Jim could see and the image of his Guide now fighting for his life would
be burned into his mind forever.
For the next hour, Jim sat at his Guides
bedside and watched him, nearly zoning on all the different noises and smells.
Just when he was about to lose himself in them all, Simon walked in. Laying a
hand on Jim's shoulders, Simon felt the large man jump as if bitten.
"Oh, hi, Simon."
"Hey Jim, you okay?"
"Yeah. You caught me, I was just about
to zone."
"Oh." Simon said as he took off
his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Jim, this letter was left on your desk.
Joels cleared it. " Taking the letter from Simon, Jim carefully opened
it, not wanting to destroy any evidence. Inside was one single sheet of paper.
Dear Detective Ellison,
I have been monitoring my young boys
progress and have been most displeased. I need more time to work the bugs out
of my new concoction. So if you would be so kind as to have the doctor pull
vials of his blood, I will give you the antidote. Be warned, I am watching you.
I will give you further instructions on where to drop the blood and where you
can pick up the antidote.
Yours,
Michaels
Taking care not to crease the paper, Jim
handed it to Simon and in full control left the room. Once outside he headed to
the stairwell, where he punched the wall a few times. When his temper was taken
care of, he made his way back to Blair's room.
"Jim. What can I say, this may be the
kids only hope."
Going over to the bed, Jim placed his hand
gently on Blair's cheek and turned pained eyes to his Captain.
"Jim. If we give him what he wants, he
may go away for awhile, giving Blair a chance. Once Sandburg is better, you can
track this SOB down together, but first, lets get Blair better."
Taking a breath and tuning into his Guide's
slow heartbeat for comfort, Jim nodded his head. "Okay."
Within minutes, Blairs doctor had been
summoned and Simon pulled rank and demanded the blood taken. The doctor
protested long and hard until Jim turned and threatened to do it himself.
Shaking his head, the doctor did as told. Checking Blair's vitals, he shook his
head. The medicine had not helped and Blair was losing the battle.
A few minutes after the doctor left, the
phone beside Blair's bed rang.
"Ellison."
"Ahh, I see you have agreed to my
terms. Bring the blood to the stairwell and leave it between the third and
fourth floor. If you then look down, you will see a syringe with the antidote
in it. The antidote, like my virus, was made by me and has a few catches. If it
is not administered within 1 hour of leaving the fridge, it will be useless,
and no, re-chilling it will not work. By my watch you have 10 minutes before
the deadline is reached. If I see Captain Banks move from the room, I will
destroy the antidote. This is something you have to do all by yourself."
"Why the hell should I trust you?"
Jim growled into the phone.
Light laughter which grated on Jim's ears
came over the line.
"Why. Why? Because I will use him again
later. There is no use for him to die yet, there is no value. The people I work
for want a virus, not a mutation. Need I remind you, Detective, that you now
have nine minutes and 10 seconds?"
"Watch out, Michaels, I will get you
and when I do, you are dead."
Without giving him time to make a reply, Jim
hung up the phone.
"Well?" Simon said, having heard
only one side of the conversation.
Looking once more at Blair, Jim turned to
Simon. "Simon, I need you to stay here and watch over Sandburg. I have to
go to the stairwell and do the exchange."
"But..."
"Simon, I don't have the time to
explain, I have a deadline to adhere to or the antidote is useless. Please,
just stay with Sandburg, He is watching."
Letting out a sigh, Simon knew when he was
beat. "Okay Jim, just hurry."
With that, the Sentinel took the blood and
left his guide with the Watcher.
Without his Guide to focus him, Jim did not
feel in control. Using his sense of hearing, he tried to hear if anyone was
nearby. After a moment, Jim shook his head and gave up. Without his Guide his
senses were useless; worse, he felt sluggish and uncoordinated. Not seeing
anyone around, he entered the stairwell and walked down one flight. Once on the
mid level, Jim looked over the railing and saw the
syringe below him. Leaving the blood, he jogged down and picked the antidote
up. Looking at his watch, he had only 5 minutes. The cop in him screamed for
him to find Michaels, to leave the antidote till later, but the Sentinel won
out. Protecting the Guide was more important than breathing.
Racing up the two flights of stairs, Jim saw
the blood was still where he had left it, but kept going. Silently, the
Sentinel vowed to get Michaels and make him pay dearly.
Once on Blair's floor, Jim rushed into his
Guide's room. Simon looked up from the bed with sad eyes. Jim could sense that
something was not right. Blair looked even more pale and the machines sounded a
bit off.
"Simon, what's wrong. What's wrong with
Blair?"
"JimEJim, Blair's kidneys failed. The
doctor said he has one hour max."
Looking at his Guide, Jim shook his head.
"No, no way. It's not going to happen. I have the antidote, Simon, he
won't die."
With what could be Blair's only hope, Jim
pushed the syringe into Blair's arm and prayed to any deity that would listen
to help his Partner.
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Wow. Only one more part to go. Hope you are
still interested in reading it. Sorry but it may take up to 1-2 weeks. I still
have to give it my hard working betas.