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The Sentinel/General/067. Confused

Title: Late Night Adventure
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: 067. Confused Table 2
Word Count: 1652
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Blair is a little confused after suffering a concussion.
Author's Notes: Written for 100_situations. I don't own The Sentinel or any of the characters.

Late Night Adventure

Jim ran into the building, anxious to get to where his lover was. He had just found out that Blair was in an abandoned warehouse, left there by the robbers who had grabbed him as a hostage from the bank over a day ago. The other three people were in the same warehouse, but Jim didn't care about them. Well, he did care, but not near as much as he cared about Blair.

Jim came up short as he entered the room where the hostages were. A paramedic was tending to each one and an officer was with them, asking questions and getting their statements. Jim focused on Blair, who happened to look his way as soon as Jim was inside the room. He gave Jim a wan smile. Jim walked forward, standing near as the paramedics examined Blair. There was a bruise on his left cheek, along with a black eye, evidence of a hit. Blair looked exhausted and Jim wondered if he would have to go to the hospital.

"How is he?" Jim queried as he stood there watching.

"He's got some spectacular bruising, but I don't think anything is broken. It probably wouldn't be a bad idea if we take him to the hospital as a precaution. He did mention that he lost consciousness for a few minutes."

"Aw-w-w, c'mon guys! I told you. I'll be just fine. All I need is some rest and I'll be fine. My partner, Jim, that guy standing there, used to be a medic in the Army. He can watch over me. He's done it dozens of times before."

"Actually, Chief, I sort of agree with the paramedics here. Just as a precaution. We don't want to take any unnecessary risks with your health, especially since you lost consciousness."

"Gee, thanks for backing me up, Jim."

"I'll follow you to the hospital, Sandburg."

"Yeah. Don't do it on my account."


Jim arrived at the hospital a few minutes after the ambulance carrying Blair did. He walked inside and was able to stay with Blair in an examination room while they waited on a doctor to see Blair. Jim leaned over, giving Blair a kiss on the lips.

"I was so worried about you, baby." Jim ran his hands through Blair's hair.

Blair closed his eyes, suddenly tired. "What about the others? Are they okay?"

"Yeah, Missing Persons told me that everyone was okay, other than a few bruises and general tiredness. The paramedics transported all the hostages to the hospital as a precaution. You weren't the only one."

"Good. I'd hate to think I was someone special." Blair kept his eyes closed.

"Are you okay, Blair?"

"Just tired and my head hurts a little bit."

"I'll go see what is taking the doctor so long."

Blair opened his eyes and reached out to grab Jim's arm. "Please… stay."

"Okay, baby. I'll stay with you."

Jim held onto Blair's hand as he drifted off to sleep.

A short time later, a doctor came in, waking Blair and assessing his physical condition. He told Jim and Blair that Blair was suffering from a slight concussion and there was no reason for Blair to stay in the hospital, which thrilled him.

Jim helped Blair get dressed and held him close when Blair suffered through a slight dizziness.

"Maybe you should stay the night, just in case."

"No, Jim. I want to go home and have you hold me. That's all the medicine I need."

"Okay, baby."


Jim looked over at the passenger seat to see Blair sound asleep. He smiled, happy that the hostage situation didn't go sour on them. He'd get Blair home, tuck him into bed and join him, holding him close.

Jim had to hold Blair upright to get him inside the building, onto the elevator and down the hall to the loft. He got the door opened one-handed and both of them inside. Once inside, Jim swept Blair into his arms and carried him upstairs to their bedroom. He soon had Blair in his boxers and t-shirt and under the covers in their bed. Jim placed a soft kiss on Blair's lips and got ready for bed himself. He was soon beside Blair in the bed, pulled the younger man into his arms, and drifted off to sleep.


Blair woke during the night and squirmed out of Jim's arms. He looked around, slightly confused as to where he was and why he was there. He got out of the bed, grabbed his jeans and a sweatshirt and swayed down the stairs to the main area of the loft. He looked around, spotting the door. There was somewhere he needed to be. He didn't remember where exactly, but it would come to him. He put on his coat and left the loft.


Something woke Jim up. He sat up, noticing immediately that Blair was gone. He extended out his senses, but Blair's heartbeat didn't come to his ears. Jim jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, searching the loft completely. He saw Blair's coat was gone and the worry grew in the pit of his stomach. Jim grabbed his coat and as he left the loft, he wondered how much of a head start Blair had on him.


Blair pulled the coat closer, irritated that he hadn't remembered his gloves. Jim always told him to carry his gloves in his pockets, but Blair didn't like how bulky it looked. His gloves were on the dashboard of the Volvo. Why hadn't he taken his car when he left the loft? Blair didn't really know the answer to that one. His head hurt and he still hadn't remembered why he was out here in the cold. It must be something important, but for the life of him, Blair couldn't remember what it was.

Jim would be looking for him. Blair knew that with absolute certainty. And Jim would be upset that he was wandering the city looking for some unnamed something. Blair couldn't even put a name to his search. Blair figured he should be looking for a place of his own starting now. Jim loved him, but even Jim had his limits. Running around the city looking for something unnamed, seemed the limit to Blair, consequently, it would be Jim's limit.


Jim spotted Blair wandering the streets of Cascade. There was no set destination or direction in Blair's steps. Jim hoped he could convince Blair to come back home to the loft where it was warm. Jim wondered if this was a side effect of the concussion and worried about Blair's state of mind when he caught up with him.

Jim closed the distance between him and Blair. He stopped Blair's forward motion by grabbed the sleeve of his coat. Blair turned around, ready to confront whoever was trying to impede his progress.

"Jim? What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, Chief. I wake up and you're gone from the loft. Gone from our bed. You had me worried."

"I'm looking for… "Blair didn't finish the sentence. He looked around the area, looking for whatever he was out here to find.

"What are you looking for, Blair?" Jim enclosed Blair in his arms, hugging him close.

Blair looked up into Jim's face. He leaned forward, kissing Jim on the lips. "I don't remember. Do you?"

Jim kissed the end of Blair's nose. "I don't remember, either, baby. Why don't we go home so you can get warmed up and then maybe you'll remember what you're looking for?"

Blair returned Jim's hug and resting his head on Jim's chest, closing his eyes. "…'m tired."

"Okay, baby. We'll go home and this time you can stay put." Jim led Blair over to his truck and got him inside the passenger side. By the time Jim got inside the driver's side, Blair was leaning against the back of the seat. Jim hooked Blair's seatbelt and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before driving them back to the loft.

Jim resisted the urge to speed back to the loft. Blair was safe and Jim was determined to keep him that way the rest of the night.

As Jim reached the parking lot, Blair opened his eyes and looked over at him.

"Are you going to kick me out of the loft, Jim?"

Jim frowned, wondering where these thoughts were coming from. "No, Blair. I'm not going to kick you out of the loft. I love you. Why would you think that I would kick you out?"

"Because you're upset that I left. You said you were worried. You won't want me around anymore." Blair sounded so forlorn and lost.

Jim undid their seatbelts and pulled Blair into his arms. He looked at Blair. "I'm never going to kick you out of the loft ever again. Are you ready to go upstairs and go back to sleep?"

Blair nodded yes and rested his head on Jim's chest. "I love you."

"I know, baby." Jim got out of the truck and helped Blair out, holding him upright. He led them to the apartment building and inside.

Once inside the loft, it was like deja vous to Jim. He picked up Blair in his arms and carried him upstairs to their bed. As he lay Blair down, he spoke. "This time, I want you to stay put. There's nothing outside that you need. I'm all that you need."

Blair looked up at him, nodding his head. "I have everything I need here."

"Good." Jim undressed them both, got them under the covers and pulled Blair into his arms. "Night, Blair." He kissed him on the nose.

"Night, Jim." Blair kissed Jim back and laid his head near Jim's stomach.

Soon, Blair was asleep and Jim breathed a sigh of relief. He hugged Blair a little tighter and followed him into sleep.


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