The Real Sentinel by Blair Sandburg
Another SG1 and
Sentinel Crossover
This is my take on what was going on behind the scenes
during the TSbyBS episode. I had planned on writing two or three stories
between "But for the Grace of God" and this one, I even have the 'next' one a couple of pages deep, but it wouldn't go
any where for me.
This one jumped out at me several times. I kept trying to push it back down and write
the others first. It refused to go away,
so I finally gave in and here is what came out of it. I am still hoping to go back and add those
other stories. Judy suggested I add some
details or back history to fill in the gaps from the other stories. I considered it, then decided not to, mainly
'cause I'm still not a hundred percent sure what's going to happen in those
other stories. I think this one stands
okay by itself.
Unlike "But for the Grace of God," this one is
mainly TS with a few SG characters thrown in for flavor… well, and without
them, the story wouldn't have worked. ;)
Portions in italics are from the actual episode. Many thanks
go to Becky's Sentinel Transcripts site, http://www.kelesa.net/transcripts/index.htm. This was tons easier to do since I didn't
have to do the transcript myself. I made
minor changes to the transcript, mostly for flow.
And before I forget… eternal thanks to
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning,
Ring. Ring
The ringing of his cell phone barely registered as Blair
tried to decide on the exact wording he wanted to convey the emotion, as well
as the dry facts he needed to get his point across. "Humanity has long dug
into its past in the hope that it will shed light on its future. Perhaps what
this reveals is that it is the best of ourselves that will survive and lead us through
the next millennium." Hmm, not bad. Needs some tightening up.
But, overall, not bad. Blair stretched and realized his phone was
ringing.
"Hello."
Static made it hard to hear the voice on the other end.
"Blair? Blair, is that you? We must have a bad connection. Can you call me back?"
Oh Shit! "Sure, man. I'm in my office and sometimes the reception
is bad here. Let me get to a better spot and I'll call you back. Give me about ten or fifteen minutes. I was in the middle of something here."
"No problem, son.
I'll be waiting," said the kindly, male voice.
Blair saved his document and shut down his laptop. He shoved the laptop in his backpack and did
a quick check to be sure the items from his 'other life' were still tucked
inside the inner pocket. He made a quick
sweep of his office, looking for anything he might need later,
and then left for a more secure location.
----
Ten minutes later, he leaned back against a solitary old oak
tree in the middle of the quad. He
attached a scrambler to his cell phone and then turned on a white noise
generator for added safety. He dialed
the number from memory. Blair took a
deep breath to try to settle his suddenly nervous stomach, and hit the send button. "Blair Sandburg for General
Hammond," he said to the voice on the other line.
After a few minutes on hold, General Hammond came on the
line. "Captain Sandburg, we have a
situation,"
"Yes, Sir, so I gathered. How can I help?"
"We have just found out that a reporter for one of
those weekly periodicals is going to break a story about the SGC. She is listing you as her 'expert' and has
quoted a large section of your last report as 'proof' of her story."
"Sir, I would never…" Blair started.
"Relax, son. I
know you aren't the leak. Your integrity
was never in question. But since we
can't 'stop the presses,' our problem now is mitigating the damage from the
fallout. We have about five days to come up with and implement a plan."
"You're going to have to publicly discredit me,"
Blair stated.
"Son, I think we can come up with some better way
of…"
"You said you couldn't stop it from being printed. The only way to protect the SGC is to
discredit the source she is basing her information on… me." Blair hesitated for a moment then said,
"I've got an idea that might work.
Is Daniel on the base? I could
use his input on this."
"SG1 is in the briefing room right now. They are trying to come up with some possible
solutions to this problem. I’ll transfer
you over there and we can run some scenarios by the whole team. One other thing, we also discovered you are
being monitored. Phone
taps and bugs, in your office, at home, and at the police station. It looks like they've only been in place for
the last few days. I'm not sure by whom,
yet. I will keep you posted." General Hammond put the phone call on hold
and moved to the briefing room.
Great, just what I
need on top of everything else. The
phone was picked up by Daniel Jackson.
"Hey, Danny," Blair took a deep breath, "here's what I'm
thinking…"
----
Mid-morning, Cascade Police Department, Major Crime Unit
I can do this. I can do this. I can… "Henri, my
man. How's it hanging? Rafe. Jim. Hey guys, why all the
long faces."
"We got farmed out for a security detail," Jim
grumbled, then gave his partner a searching looking.
"Right, right I forgot about that. So do you have time for some lunch
first? My treat," Blair said with a
smile.
"Lunch is good," Jim stated. "As long as I get to
pick the place. I don't want to
go to some froufrou place that only serves weeds."
Henri chuckled and slapped Blair on the back. "He's got your number, Hairboy. Enjoy your lunch."
"The hotdog stand okay? It's a nice day," Blair suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Jim agreed as he tried to
figure out what was going on with his partner.
"Not now," Blair sub-vocalized while they were
waiting for the elevator.
Jim blinked in acknowledgement and started to grouse about
their current babysitting assignment.
----
Lunchtime, the Park near the Central Police Station
"So I guess we're going to move to
"Jim," Blair sputtered, "you didn't want to
leave Cascade yet. I thought… maybe in a
few more years…"
"We aren't going to be able to stay after this,"
Jim said matter-of-factly. "Both of
us will be out of a job by the end of the week."
"But, but… Crap, I just thought…"
"Relax, Chief.
It's a good idea. It should work
just fine. But, what
about your real diss?" Jim asked.
"I’m sure that when things die down, I can turn it in
somewhere… maybe Danny will have an idea.
We have to do this man… we have to fix the fact that somehow, someone is
using me to leak information," Blair said earnestly.
"Calm down. I
agree with you," Jim said. "I
just want to make sure the sword you're going to fall on isn't going to stay
permanently impaled."
"Thanks, big guy.
I better go home and polish up the Sentinel diss. Man, after everything that's happened, that
is one paper I never thought I'd ever attempt to get published."
Jim gave Blair a reassuring pat on the back. "It will all work out. Have faith."
"I do. I will. Just remember the bugs. Maybe we need to pull out the secret decoder
rings after all," Blair said with a smirk.
Jim whapped Blair on the back of the head. "That's the spirit. Come on, I'll drop you off at the loft."
---
Afternoon,
Blair started toward the main doors of
----
Mid-afternoon, the Loft
Blair was sitting
at the dining room table when Naomi came up behind him, and wrapped her arms
around him. "Sweetheart."
"Mom,"
Blair said as he stood.
"Hi,
honey."
"Hi,
Mom. What are you doing here?" Blair asked as
he gave his mom a hug.
"Oh, I'm
visiting my favorite son."
"Your
favorite son?"
"Mm-hmm."
"
I'm your only son,
right?"
"Mm-hmm,"
she agreed.
"Mm-hmm,"
he echoed.
----
Evening, Cascade Police Department, Simon Banks' office
Simon frowned and
said, "we're dealing with our old friend Klaus
Zeller a.k.a. "The Iceman." And until he's apprehended, there will be
no days off and no one sleeps."
Megan finished her
report. "When we got to the
sniper's position, all we found was the shattered scope."
Simon handed out
some papers. "Take a look at these. It's all the information we have on
the death threats to Jack Bartley. See if we can use them to track whoever
hired this hit man. Now, for those of you who don't know, Zeller was
apprehended by Detective Ellison..."
Blair cleared his
throat.
"...along
with some help from our favorite observer, Blair Sandburg," Simon added dryly,
then continued "for several murders and the
attempted murder of a university student. Now he was rotting very nicely in a
German prison outside of
Knock.
Knock.
"Come
on," Simon yelled.
Rafe entered. "Blair, you've got an urgent phone call.
Line two."
Blair saluted
Simon. "I'm sorry. Sorry." He
looked at Rafe. "Who is it?"
"Some guy
named Sid Graham," Rafe said.
----
Later the same evening, Inside Jim's truck
"I can't believe it.
What are the odds… first Mom comes to town, and then we have Zeller
after that creep Bartley?"
"It will work out," Jim said reassuringly.
"I just don't like getting my mom involved with this
stuff. I mean, she's just starting to
get comfortable with me being back in the military on a part time basis… and
now this," Blair sulked.
"Well, at least she made it easy to get the Sentinel diss out to the media," Jim said.
"There is that," Blair huffed. "The publisher has already called and
offered me one hundred thousand dollars for it."
"Did you turn him down?"
"Yeah, I did.
After talking to him, I wanted to take a shower to wash off some of the
slime."
"He should be calling back soon to up his
offer." Jim pulled into his usual
parking space near the loft. "We're home." He patted Blair on the shoulder. "Let the games begin."
----
The next morning, outside 852 Prospect Street
Reporters start to
run up to Jim and Blair as they are getting into the truck.
"That taller
one -- that's got to be the sentinel!" the male reporter exclaimed.
"Let's get the
cameras in here!" a woman reporter said urgently.
Jim looked
startled as he started to put the key in the ignition. "Did I just hear..."
Reporters converge
on both sides of the truck, sticking microphones and cameras through the
windows.
"Ellison, can
you tell us why you decided to reveal your abilities at this time, sir?"
"My
abilities?" Jim
asked stunned.
"How will the
publication of Mr. Sandburg's manuscript affect your work with the police
department?" another asked.
"Chief, tell
me you didn't," Jim begged.
"No, no. I
didn't do anything. Look, there must be some mistake here. I don't know where
you got your information from... " Blair said.
"Your
publisher sent us excerpts from the manuscript."
"My
what?" Blair
exclaimed. "I don't have a publisher."
"Let's hear
it from the sentinel himself."
"I have no
idea what you're talking about. Now, get that out of here, and back off before
someone loses a toe." Jim fired up the truck preparing to leave.
"Jim, I can
explain."
"Chief, do
not say anything right now," Jim warned.
----
Later the same day. Jim's truck on the way to Bartley's office.
"Wake up Blair, we're almost to the docks," Jim
said as he looked in his rear-view mirror.
"Sorry, man. I
didn't sleep very well last night. I
kept worrying about what could go wrong.
Are you doing okay with all the cameras?"
"I'm doing okay, so far. We'll just have to play it by ear." Jim glanced behind him again. "Heads up. We seem to have picked up a tail," Jim
parked in the lot near Bartley's office, "… and they seem to have a
parabolic microphone," he finished as he saw a tall, blonde woman gesture
to the man setting up the equipment beside her.
"Here we go again."
Blair asked
worriedly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"There's
nothing to say, Chief. It's all been said. It's out. It's over. There's no
going back. I just thought we had an agreement that I was going to read your
thesis first."
"We
did," Blair agreed. "Look, I
didn't do this."
"Right. You didn't write the book and you didn't
put my name all over it."
"Well, of
course I did, but I was planning on changing your name and probably even mine
to protect you. I just hadn't figured out a way to do that without compromising
the documentation."
"You said
this Sid is throwing a lot of money in your face, right?" Jim asked.
"Yeah,"
Blair agreed cautiously.
"All right,
just to generate publicity for the sake of generating publicity without even
having a deal because he wants to, what toss it, uh, in your face, like a
dangling carrot?"
"Wait a
minute, wait a minute. Stop. What are you trying to say, I was part of this
from the start? You think that's what I'm about?"
"Why didn't
you say anything about this last night? It just looks like guilty conscience to
me;" Jim stated.
"I thought it
was over. My mom was doing what she thought was right. She didn't know what it
was about."
"How the hell
did your mother get her hands on this?" Jim demanded. "It was lying
around like coffee-table reading?"
"No, look,
don't you try to run some interrogation on me. You're not going to find some
weak spot in me, all right? Look, I'm not a perp. I'm
your friend."
"Chief, you
got a great opportunity here. It's a
once-in-a-lifetime play. Go for the brass ring. Good luck, huh?" he said
as he walked off.
----
Same day,
Blair nervously
stated, "I know that this, uh, situation about my thesis has got to be
really embarrassing for the university..."
"That's why
we asked you here," the chancellor said, "but we couldn't be more
proud of your accomplishments. We only wish you had given us a chance to
read it first," the chancellor pushed the intercom button. "Please send them in."
Sid, Naomi, and a
reporting crew entered.
"Sid, you
can't go through with this," Naomi said.
"We're on a
roll, Naomi."
"Sid, I don't
want you to until..." Naomi trailed of when Blair walked up to her.
"Mom, wh-what's going?"
"Uh, uh...
Blair, this is Sid Graham. He flew all the way from
"Blair, I'm
determined to publish your book. I can now offer one million dollars from
"A movie,
that's, uh, that's incredible." Blair stuttered.
"There's
more, but I agreed to let the TV crew handle that."
The reporter
picked up the cue. "We've been
informed that due to the efforts of your mother Naomi, the Nobel Prize
committee is considering your research for its science award."
"Nobel,
that's, uh, that's unbelievable. Excuse me. Mom?"
"Uh..."
the reporter was confused with how the interview was going.
Blair drew Naomi
aside. "Mom, this is "doing
nothing"?"
"I-I did this
before you told me not to do anything and, then, all I did was...I talked to
Lars when he called."
"Lars?"
Blair asked in confusion. "Who's
Lars?"
"Lars. Lars.
He's the masseur for one of the members of the committee. I asked him only to
slip... "
"Mom, stop,
please. Please, I can't hear anymore. Stop."
The reporter tried
to retake control of the interview.
"Would you say you're overwhelmed?"
"Uh... is
this live?" Blair asked.
"No, we're recording
for the
"I have
nothing to say."
"But... " the reporter trailed off confused.
"Blair,
Blair, I...Oh, I'm sorry." Blair left
and Naomi chased after him.
"Uh,
apparently all this unexpected attention and acclaim has left this graduate
student speechless," the reporter stated.
----
"I'll give you a ride back to the loft, but I don't want
to talk right now," Blair stated.
"But, Sweetie…" Naomi started.
"Not a word, Naomi, or I swear I'll drop you off at the
nearest bus stop," Blair growled as he opened the car door for her. He then rounded the back of his car and shot
a casual look over his shoulder before getting in. He placed his backpack on his lap and
unzipped the middle compartment. He
glanced over at his mom and said, "So, what will it be?"
"I hear you, Sweetie.
You need some time to process everything, and then we can talk."
"Thank you," he said. He flipped a switch on a small box inside his
backpack with his left hand, while he simultaneously started the car with his
right. He placed the backpack on the
floor behind him and gave Naomi's hand a reassuring squeeze.
A few minutes later he said, "We should be fine
now. If they are still following us, they
shouldn't be able to hear anything. Are
you doing okay? Is Sid pressuring
you?" Blair asked, concerned for his mother's feelings.
"Everything is fine, honey. It's feels a bit strange to be digging out my
hippy past again, but overall I think your plan is working well. I'd forgotten how much of a sleaze-ball Sid can
be. I'm so glad he is going to get his
comeuppance soon. Talk about karmic
justice," she said with a laugh.
----
A
short time later, Cascade Police Department, Major Crime bullpen.
Brown runs over to
Jim. "Hey, Jim, my wife's having
lunch with the ladies across town. I wonder if you could put your ear out and
tell me what they're saying about me."
"Yeah, she
says your car's too small for her garage," Jim said.
Rafe stops him as
Jim heads to his desk. "Hey-hey,
Jim, Jim, uh, when are you going to start wearing, uh, tights and a cape?"
"Uh... I
don't know. You got some I can borrow, Peter Pan?"
Joel came over as
Jim sat down at his desk. "Come on, Jim, why don't you have a sense of
humor about this whole thing?"
"Joel...
let's just let it go. Give it a rest."
"Why keep it
from us? Tell us what's going on," Joel said.
"I-I-I got
some work to do, okay? Could you excuse me?"
"Sorry. Okay,
buddy," Joel said backing off.
Blair walked in.
"Hey,
Sandburg," H started off another round of teasing. "Who's playing you on the sentinel TV
show? I know, Adam Sandler?"
"Listen, I
hear Denzel is playing me," Joel added.
"There isn't
going to be a TV show, all right?" Blair said,
his voice a little shaky.
"Just a Nobel
prize," Rafe stated.
Everyone in the
bullpen starts bowing down. At his desk, Jim just folds his hands together and
looks away.
The whole group
started chanting, "We're not worthy. We're not worthy. We're not worthy.
We're not worthy."
Blair left as Simon
came out of his office.
----
Later, Jim's truck on the way to Bartley's office
"Are you okay?" Blair asked worriedly. "I think the guys are getting a little
carried away."
"I thought Rafe's joke about the tights was a good one,"
Jim smirked. "They’re just blowing
off steam. I'm really going to miss
working with them."
"What about Simon?
I didn't think the brass would be in his face about this. It's gotten a lot more out of control than I
thought. Geesh,
remind me to tell you about the stuff at
"General Hammond is going to clear up any problems
Simon may have, after we leave. Relax, we've documented all of our cases. Everyone is covered and the bad guys will
stay in jail," Jim stated firmly.
"I think we need to plan another get together with the
gang. Make sure everyone is still doing
okay and work through some ideas for the next few days. I wish we could get rid of the bugs, this
would be a lot easier if we didn't have to figure out good meeting places on
top of everything else," Blair said with a sigh.
"We just have to hang in there for a few more days… and
catch Zeller," Jim grumbled.
"I just never thought it would turn in to such a
circus. Are sure you're doing
okay?" Blair asked looking closely at his partner.
"I'm fine.
Really," Jim reassured.
"I'm having a bit of trouble with the flash bulbs," he added,
trying to be totally honest.
"Can't you just dial it down?" Blair asked and
then answered his own question.
"No, 'cause then you couldn't spot Zeller. Damn, have you tried… no that won't work."
"Chief."
What about… crap that won't work
either." Blair wrinkled his brow in concentration.
"Chief."
"How 'bout…"
"BLAIR!"
"What?"
"We're here.
We'll have to figure it out later."
Jim started to get out of the truck, then
stopped. "Be very careful,
Blair. I don't want you to get
hurt."
"Same here buddy."
Inside the building
Jim and Simon were getting ready for the press conference. Jim put in an earpiece.
Simon keyed up the
radio. "All positions report."
"You need
that thing?" Bartley asked Jim.
"I can't pull
radio waves out of thin air, Mr. Bartley."
"Can you really
do all that stuff -- the hearing, seeing, smelling thing? Must be a trip,"
Bartley stated.
"Why ask
me?" Jim growled. "Ask Sandburg -- he's the expert."
----
The next morning, Cascade Police Department Simon Banks'
office
"Oh, sir,
no," Simon said into the phone.
"There was never any intention of keeping this from you. I was
merely... That's right. A full report on your desk tomorrow
morning. I'd just like to say that... Right." He hung up the phone. "That was our boss. Thinks
I kept the sentinel thing a secret."
"Well,
Captain, in actuality, you did," Jim said.
"You're not
helping," Simon grumbled.
"Yes,
sir."
"What are we
going to do, Jim? By tomorrow morning, I have to have a full report on his desk
and I don't know what I'm going to report. You know what this means? Every
single case that you worked on is going to be brought up for review. That means
the board of inquiry. I.A.'s going to get
involved."
"Captain,
before we hear back from the review board or the brass tells us to go pack our
bags, I'd like to go back to things the way they were before Sandburg, when I
worked alone."
"You talk to
Blair about this?" Simon asked doubtfully.
"It's not his
call, Captain. This is my decision. His ride is over. I want to go back to
being a cop, just a regular cop. And with this sentinel thing hanging over us,
it's always right there and I...I'm tired of it. I just want out."
"Well, maybe
that's for the best.” Simon stood up and
moved around desk to stand with Jim.
"I got this picture back from the rally. Take a look. You were that
close until your paparazzi got in the way."
A bullet from
Zeller's gun missed Jim as he leaned over to look at the picture. The bullet flew over Jim's back, straight
through Simon's torso, through the window of Simon's office, and through
Megan's shoulder before landing in the door frame, missing Blair by inches.
Megan and Simon
both collapse to the ground. Blair ran
over to Megan, while Jim checked on Simon.
"Captain! Medic!"
Jim yelled. "Medic!
Just keep breathing. Come on. Relax."
Joel entered
Simon's office. "Oh,
my god."
“Everybody, stay
calm," Jim demanded. "Just
relax."
Blair held a hand
over Megan's wound and yelled, "Get a doctor, quick!"
"
Jim commanded
Simon, "Squeeze my hand, come on."
----
A few hours later, Jim's truck on the way to
Ohmygod! Jim, no one was supposed to get hurt. What if…"
"Chief, it's not your fault."
"But…"
"Did you take a titanium alloy teflon coated bullet and shoot Simon or Megan?"
"NO! Of course
not, but…"
"It's not your fault," Jim stated firmly, trying
to reassure himself of the same fact.
Blair sighed.
"No one was supposed to get hurt."
"No one is ever supposed to get hurt, but sometimes it
happens any way. We're here. Let's go see how they're doing," Jim
stopped and frowned. "Our tail is
back."
"Oh God. I just want this to be over with. It's gotten out of control."
Jim straightened to his full, imposing height. "Then let's end it. We'll move the time table up and have the
press conference tomorrow." He
looked over at his worried partner.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah, let's get it over with."
----
Blair approached
the microphone. "Hi. Thank you all for coming. I just have a short speech
prepared here. Um... In our media-informed culture, a
scientist receives validation by having his or her work published and after
years of research there is great personal satisfaction when that goal is
reached. However, my desire to impress both my peers and the world at large
drove me to an immoral and unethical act. My thesis "The Sentinel" is
a fraud. (Jim's mouth drops open slightly.) While my paper does quote ancient
source material, the documentation proving that James Ellison...actually
possesses hyper-senses is fraudulent. Looking back, I can say that it's a good
piece of fiction. I apologize for this deception. My only hope is that I can be
forgiven for the pain I've caused those that are close to me. Thank you."
Blair finished and walked away.
----
At the same time, The Factoid
Paper
Julia Donovan sat
at her desk gloating. The awards should be piling up soon. I wonder how many offers I'll get for better jobs? I can't wait to
start getting all the recognition that I deserve. She straightened smugly as her editor walked
into the room.
"Have you seen the latest coming over the wire about
your source?" her editor demanded.
"No," she said.
What the hell?
"He just declared himself a fraud… ON NATIONAL TV! Your article has been scrapped. I'm running a piece on Michael Jackson's love
child in its place." He turned and
left.
"You can't do this to me," she fumed. "Just wait. I’ll figure out some other way to expose the
SGC to the public… and I'll get my Pulitzer too. Just see if I don't. I think it's time to find a new job… maybe
television would be a better choice."
----
A short time later,
Blair ducked into Jack
Kelso's office after a quick check to make sure he hadn't been followed. "Man," he gasped. "I had no idea things would get so
crazy." He watched as Jack started
up his own set of 'safety measures' before saying anything else. "I can't tell you enough how much your
help means to us."
"It's not a problem, Blair. The last thing we need right now is a bunch
of your friends getting up in arms about how everything has been handled. I've already fielded calls from several of
them and they’ve decided to let me take care of things, covertly," Kelso
said with a smirk.
----
Cascade Police Department, Simon Banks' office
Joel walked in and
saw Blair. "Hey, Blair, what you up
to, man?"
"I'm taking a
last look around."
"Last
look?" Joel
said. "You going
somewhere?"
"Well, yeah.
I cleaned out my desk over at
The rest of the
gang entered the bullpen. Rafe was pushing Simon in a wheelchair. H, Jim, Naomi, and Megan followed.
"Sandburg,
that is not your office," Simon stated at about half his normal bellow.
"Hey, Simon,
they let you out?" Blair asked.
Blair and Joel came
out of Simon's office and into the main area.
"Nah,"
Jim smirked, "they threw him out."
"They didn't
throw me out. They said I was too cantankerous."
"You? No." Jim stated as he pinched
Simon's cheek.
"Mom, what
are you doing here?" Blair asked.
"I'd never
miss this occasion, darling," Naomi stated.
"Know what's
great -- everybody's safe and out and happy."
"That's not
exactly why we asked your mom here," Simon said. "I understand you gave up your job at
the university and I saw you over there in my office. So we decided you needed
to do something to keep you under control."
"You're, uh,
you're finished in this department, Chief..." Jim stated seriously.
"Yeah well,
I-I sort of...well, I figured that."
"...as an
observer," Jim finished as he tossed Blair a wallet.
Blair opened the
billfold. "This is, uh... what is
this? This is a detective badge. What's going on? I don't deserve this."
Simon took the
billfold from Blair. "No, you
don't," he stated, "at least not until you go to the
Jim limped over to
stand next to Blair.
"Uh...
yeah? So, uh...does
this mean a paycheck?" Blair asked.
"Can you say
"back rent"? Come on, what do you say?" Jim asked.
"Say
something, Sandy." Megan prodded.
"I'm still
not cutting my hair." Blair said.
Jim chuckled. "Ho-ho-ho."
"I'm not
going to do it," he reiterated firmly.
"That's what
you think," Jim said as he hauled Blair over to him with his cane, put him in a headlock, and gave him a noogie.
"They're going to love you at the Academy. Captain, I'm going to
make a little Blairskin rug for you here..."
"You're not
going to scalp me! Forget it!" Blair stated.
"We got to go
down to the woods…" Simon said.
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Later, the Park near the Loft
"So we're not being followed any more, right?"
Blair asked Sentinel soft.
Jim took another look and listen around before he gave Blair
the all clear. "Nope, seems we're
too boring to bother following now."
"How much longer do you think it will be before the
bugs are gone?" Blair asked.
"Simon is going to give them a week after we leave and
then call in an exterminator," Jim said.
Blair flipped the shield open and closed. "They know I can't take this,
right?"
"They know. I
think they just wanted you to know how much they appreciate everything you've
done for them in the past." Jim stepped wrong and pain went shooting up
and down his leg.
Blair grabbed Jim and led him to a nearby bench. "Are you okay?"
"I will be," Jim stated, answering all the
permutation of the question. "How 'bout you?"
Blair drew in a deep breath and let it out. "I'm sad that the roller coaster ride is
coming to an end. I'm really going to
miss everyone here. But…"
"But," Jim said with a smile. "Let's go jump on the tilt-a-whirl. General Hammond is expecting us in
Blair looked at his partner and grinned. "Bring it on."
The end.
Feedback is greatly appreciated. Cheryl