Title:
Thor
Author/pseudonym:
Sentarla
Rating:
G
Status:
Finished
Date:
23/11/98
Archive:
Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!
Series/Sequel:
Non
My
Website: http://www.oocities.org/sentarla
E-mail:
Sentarla (Please be nice)
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.
~~~
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?Eea 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.
"Its
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.