You know the
drill. I don't own them, (Drats!) Don't make any money of them, or this story
about them, (I wish) and most importantly, you don't want to sue me, I am
totally broke, and live too far away anyway.
Title: Miracle
Author/pseudonym:
Sentarla
Rating: G
Status:
Finished
Date: 19/01/99
Archive: Yes
ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!
Series/Sequel:
Non
Spoilers/Episodes:
Sentinel Too.
My Website: http://www.oocities.org/sentarla
E-mail: Sentarla (Please be nice)
Note: I know
that there have been heaps and heaps of stories done on S2, but I have been
wanting to write a story of my own for awhile but have not had the motivation.
Well last night I read the story by Tiger, and I just could not except such an
outcome, (even thought we all know that it is not going to happen), so this
sort of came to me between parties. (I'm a professional Party Hostess.) Anyway,
hope you like it, and please e-mail me with comments. J Not Betaed, sorry.
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The ride to
the U seem to take forever. Jim could hear his spirit guide howling in pain,
and in his mind, he continually saw the image of a dieing grey wolf, morphing
into a dead Blair. Jim knew this was no longer a dream or nightmare, but an event
which may/might or had already taken place.
Not caring
what Megan thought, Jim told her; begged her, to go faster. Although she had
lights, sirens, and speed, she nodded and tried to comply.
Once they
reached the U, Jim knew something was not right. The place was so still. There
were no birds chirping, or the background hum of insects and students talking.
Racing up the stairs to Blair's office, Jim stopped. A lone wolf howled in the
distance behind him, and the panther instantly echoed the sound. With a chill
slowly working it's way down his spin and through his body, Jim slowly turned
around. A formally unused connection to his Guide giving him directions.
There, face
down in the cold gurgling fountain, was his Shaman. He couldn't remember what
he yelled out as he splashed into the fountain, but he instantly had help to
pull his wet, water logged partner form the fountain's cold depths.
Unaware of his
distraught friends watching, Jim tried to breathe life back into his lifeless
Guide. No matter how he stretched, he could find no heart beat in the still
chest; no movement in the watery lungs, and no sparks of intelligence, in the
cloudy, dull, blue eyes.
He yelled and
screamed his denial at the unresponsive man, pleading to anyone who would
listen, to bring him back. But as time passed, so did the hope that his friends
held. Men in white came and tried to help, but soon faded away shaking their
heads.
Fighting off
hands and arms, that tried to tear him away, Jim shook his blue lipped friend
and watched as a tear fell onto the pale face. The second tear silenced the
cries of the two spirit guides, and the third and fourth gave Jim the courage
to voice his most inner thoughts and feelings.
As he pleaded
and begged to his Guide; apologized and promised. He let his tears fall and
bathe the still white face of his Guide.
His grief
stricken friends watched as the now destitute man stop talking and bowed his
head so it rested on the dead man's forehead.
The silence
was now complete. No birds sang, and a lost soul no longer screamed its pain.
It was because
of this silence that all were able to hear the miracle as it happened; Rough
sounds of someone once dead, gasping for breath, fighting the water in his
lungs.
The sounds of
joy were heard as one soul was reconnected with its other half. Along with the
mysterious sound of a panther and a wolf roaring in the distance.
As the group
of friends formed a protective circle around the two men, they saw one with
bright blue eyes reach out a hand and wipe away the tears on the others face.
Their smiles brighter then any sun. They watched as two pairs of watery sky
blue eyes meet and silently exchanged words, both seeking and receiving the
promises they needed.
The men in
white came back, and this time they smiled. They checked the now breathing man
and readied him for transport.
Knowing he
could not bear another separation, Jim growled and sat defiantly next to his
tired Guide in the back of the ambulance. He was not leaving. Knowing a lost
cause when they saw one, they simply closed the doors and let a large entourage
of cars to Cascade Hospital.
For the entire
trip, all anyone could think about was the miracle they had all just been
witness to. The two paramedics had been in the business for over 15 years, and
had never seen such a soul shattering evert. The strength and depth of feelings
for one, had brought the other back from certain death. Now both seemed to be
even more connected then before, as if their bond had been forged by fire.
Once they
reached the hospital, both men had been taken out of their care, and they
watched as the now tired but alert young man, was comforted by the older and
larger protector. A larger man soon caught up to them, and then another smaller
group of people came and formed a circle to comfort the large man, as his
friend was taken into the ER. Leaving the group at the hospital, both
paramedics, thank God, or who ever it was, that had listen to the call of one
heart, and had responded with the miracle of life for the other.
~Fin~
Well I know that was a little different from
most of the fantastic Sentinel Too stories that are out, but that is what my
muse demanded I write. Please e-mail me with any comments or suggestions.