[fic] TS/DS: Sentinel Side
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ickaimpTake a several month old plunnie, tack an ending to it, change a few tenses and poof! New plunnie. ^^;;
Takes place before http://www.livejournal.com/users/ickaimp/231848.html.
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Blair wondered how much time he had left.
Jim had been shoving him away for weeks now, months, once he had begun to think about it. Thinking about it had worried him. Because he knew people, he didn't just talk to them, he learned them, researched them, picked up histories and habits. Indications of how people would react.
It wasn't hard to see how this was going to turn out. Naomi Sandburg hadn't raised any fools after all.
Travel Light.
Detach with Love.
Because you never knew when you were going to need both.
He couldn't help Jim anymore, not if Jim wouldn't let him. And Jim was -not- letting him. The more he tried the help the Sentinel with his senses, the worse it seemed to get. Backing off didn't help; Jim seemed to find other things that were annoying about him.
And if he heard that he was not a cop one more time, especially with the amount of paperwork he did around the station, he was going to do something drastic. Drastic and Loud.
So, he'd seen the signs, read the portents on the wind and begun doing the logical thing to do. It hurt, hurt like he was ripping bloody pieces out of him, but it would hurt less than when, not if, Jim would finally decide he was tired of his houseguest of the past two and a half years.
And it was done. His doctorate was done. He hadn't been kidding when he said he had enough research to finish his thesis. He'd had to pull a few strings, whine, plead and beg in a few ears to defend his research early. In fact, he'd done two thesis, one official, one not so official and defended them both.
Refusing to mention the gender of his subject had been a creative exercise in nightmares, but hopefully it was worth it. No one -should- link Jim to his doctorate. Especially not now, not once he was gone.
For he was now officially Doctor Sandburg, with the honours, prestige and headaches that came with the title.
Which meant that his verbal contract with one Detective Jim Ellison was over. His research was done. It was time to go.
Travel Light.
Detach with Love.
He took only the things he really considered -his- with him. Clothes, mostly. A few books, the ones he couldn't bare to part with. Everything else was left behind, the decorations around the house, because they weren't his to take with him, they were part of his, their home. Jim could keep them. Most were too big to take anyway.
The research, his notes and everything stayed behind as well. That was Jim's. His gift to Jim. Not quite payment for the past several years, but then nothing could pay for what Jim had given him.
But it would have to do.
A phone call from a long time friend of his who had moved back to Canada to be a doctor came at just the right time. Someone else with sensory problems had just shown up at her remote clinic and everyone was baffled as to the cause. There didn't seem to be any reason for it.
But all five appeared to be enhanced after a period of isolation.
Another Sentinel. Fortunately, this one seemed to already have a Guide with him, if he was reading her comments about zoning out right. But chances were that either the newly awakened Sentinel or Guide knew what to do, which means its a job for the Worlds Foremost, and only, Expert on Sentinels.
An envelope given to Megan 'For Emergencies Only' took care of the farewell note. Other than that, he was leaving the way he had coming. Without warning. With only the stuff on his back.
Travel Light.
Detach with Love.
Goodbye Sentinel of the Great City. This Guide wishes you well.
Hello, Big North.
-fin-
Takes place before http://www.livejournal.com/users/ickaimp/231848.html.
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Blair wondered how much time he had left.
Jim had been shoving him away for weeks now, months, once he had begun to think about it. Thinking about it had worried him. Because he knew people, he didn't just talk to them, he learned them, researched them, picked up histories and habits. Indications of how people would react.
It wasn't hard to see how this was going to turn out. Naomi Sandburg hadn't raised any fools after all.
Travel Light.
Detach with Love.
Because you never knew when you were going to need both.
He couldn't help Jim anymore, not if Jim wouldn't let him. And Jim was -not- letting him. The more he tried the help the Sentinel with his senses, the worse it seemed to get. Backing off didn't help; Jim seemed to find other things that were annoying about him.
And if he heard that he was not a cop one more time, especially with the amount of paperwork he did around the station, he was going to do something drastic. Drastic and Loud.
So, he'd seen the signs, read the portents on the wind and begun doing the logical thing to do. It hurt, hurt like he was ripping bloody pieces out of him, but it would hurt less than when, not if, Jim would finally decide he was tired of his houseguest of the past two and a half years.
And it was done. His doctorate was done. He hadn't been kidding when he said he had enough research to finish his thesis. He'd had to pull a few strings, whine, plead and beg in a few ears to defend his research early. In fact, he'd done two thesis, one official, one not so official and defended them both.
Refusing to mention the gender of his subject had been a creative exercise in nightmares, but hopefully it was worth it. No one -should- link Jim to his doctorate. Especially not now, not once he was gone.
For he was now officially Doctor Sandburg, with the honours, prestige and headaches that came with the title.
Which meant that his verbal contract with one Detective Jim Ellison was over. His research was done. It was time to go.
Travel Light.
Detach with Love.
He took only the things he really considered -his- with him. Clothes, mostly. A few books, the ones he couldn't bare to part with. Everything else was left behind, the decorations around the house, because they weren't his to take with him, they were part of his, their home. Jim could keep them. Most were too big to take anyway.
The research, his notes and everything stayed behind as well. That was Jim's. His gift to Jim. Not quite payment for the past several years, but then nothing could pay for what Jim had given him.
But it would have to do.
A phone call from a long time friend of his who had moved back to Canada to be a doctor came at just the right time. Someone else with sensory problems had just shown up at her remote clinic and everyone was baffled as to the cause. There didn't seem to be any reason for it.
But all five appeared to be enhanced after a period of isolation.
Another Sentinel. Fortunately, this one seemed to already have a Guide with him, if he was reading her comments about zoning out right. But chances were that either the newly awakened Sentinel or Guide knew what to do, which means its a job for the Worlds Foremost, and only, Expert on Sentinels.
An envelope given to Megan 'For Emergencies Only' took care of the farewell note. Other than that, he was leaving the way he had coming. Without warning. With only the stuff on his back.
Travel Light.
Detach with Love.
Goodbye Sentinel of the Great City. This Guide wishes you well.
Hello, Big North.
-fin-
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