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Title: The Consequences of not Listening To His Guide
Author: debbiet
Email: debbie020556@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Genre: Slash
Rating: FRM
Word count: 534
Summary: Jim has trouble with his senses while Blair is away.
Warnings: m/m relationship (nothing graphic), PWP
Author's Notes: I don't own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for 15minuteficlets Thunderous

Consequences of not Listening To His Guide

Jim Ellison was in agony. He had lost the dial for his hearing and the waves were thunderous in his ears. He tried putting his hands over his ears, but that only muffled the sound. It did nothing to relieve it. He should have known this wasn't a good idea. He should have never come out here alone, without his Guide. How many times had Blair told him it wasn't wise to try anything new without him around? Of course, how many times had Jim actually listened to Blair? Well, this time Jim would pay for not listening and extending out his hearing to listen to the sea gulls as they flew overhead.

Jim looked at his watch. Blair wouldn't be home for several more hours. Why Blair took this time today to go explore the museum was beyond Jim. Jim had no desire to go to the museum, but now that was looking like a good thing to do. Jim wondered if he could make it to the museum without knocking the rest of his senses completely off the norm. He at least had to try. He needed Blair to help him and he didn't think he could wait for several hours.

Jim left their seaside cabin, which Blair had picked out for their *honeymoon* after their civil ceremony in Cascade. Jim allowed Blair to make all the arrangements. He was just glad he would spend the rest of his life with the man he loved.

Jim knew it was a twenty-minute walk to the museum. Jim was supposed to be relaxing, reading the latest mystery book he had brought along on the trip. He really should have gone with Blair to the museum. Blair understood that Jim didn't like to go to museums, that they just didn't hold the same satisfaction for Jim as they did for Blair. Besides, they would spend almost every other waking moment together at the resort, so a few hours wouldn't be so bad.

Each step thundered in Jim's head, pounding painfully and adding to his discomfort. Maybe he should have jumped in the king size bed and pulled the covers over his head. But he wanted relief now, rather than later.

Jim finally spotted the museum and sighed in relief. Now, all he had to do was to find Blair. He looked at the steps leading up to the entrance of the museum. He blinked and looked again. It wasn't a figment of his imagination -- it was Blair standing there, no, he was rushing down the steps. He was standing right in front of Jim, not talking, but rubbing Jim's back, soothingly. He instinctively knew Jim was in pain and agony. Suddenly, the dial popped up, stuck on nine! Jim struggled a while trying to move it down, but it wouldn't budge. Finally, it jumped down to seven and made a gradual descent down to two.

Blair leaned in close to Jim's ear. "Better?"

Jim grabbed Blair into a bear hug. "Much better. I'm sorry."

"We'll talk later. You want to come into the museum? I'm not quite finished yet."

Jim only nodded his head. This time he was not going to ignore his Guide.


( 1 speaker — Speak )
Jul. 7th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
Jim, Jim, Jim. What are we going to do with you? Doesn't he know by now to listen? I guess there would be no stories if he listened all the time. :) Great story as always. Are you still writing one for the August 10th deadline for My Mongoose? I hope, I hope, I hope.
( 1 speaker — Speak )


Jim?, You mean that
These are my stories chronicling the continuing adventures of Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg, Sentinel and Guide, partners and friends.

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