When Sentinel Meets Guide -- Jim/Blair Rated PG
Title: When Sentinel Meets Guide Author: amejisuto Fandom: The Sentinel Summary: The first meeting for a Sentinel and a Guide. Pairing: Jim/Blair Written for Slashthedrabble on LJ back in 2005. The prompt was Role Reversal. Rating: PG Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made. Warnings: None really. Word Count: 500 Beta'd by kitty_poker1
Notes: The challenge was Role Reversal and I got this bunny which twisted Blair and Jim's roles around. It was fun. Hope you like.
When Sentinel Meets Guide
After the explosion his head was pounding but, really, that was nothing new. Well, it was, because he'd never been in a building that had blown up before, but after a few weeks of his senses being totally out of control he was beginning to get used to the pain.
The funny thing was that he knew exactly what the hell was wrong with him. Which was good; he didn't spend money he didn't have on doctors that would tell him to go see a shrink.
He'd been camping with some friends and had gotten lost, looking for a tree to water. He was found by forest rangers four days later, but by then he'd been isolated for a good amount of time and when he came home all of his new senses were online.
He had made new plans for the Fall Semester. He could barely be on campus, much less teach a class. He sure as hell couldn't do his diss on Sentinels, not now. Maybe it had been his naive wishful thinking that got him into this mess anyway.
He was sick of looking at Burton's book and not finding all the answers.
Actually, he did find the major answer he needed but it still didn't help. He needed a Guide. Someone to keep him from zoning, help him focus all of his senses so he might be able to put them to good use.
If he had a Guide, maybe he would have heard that his neighbors were cooking meth instead of trying to block out all of their sounds and the rat heartbeats with white noise generators. Maybe then he'd still at least have a home instead of a pile of rubble. Thank god he kept a couple of changes of clothes at his office, along with all his important papers.
He closed his eyes and tried not to zone on the smell of burnt insulation. It was going to take him days to scrub himself free of the stench.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He looked up, and then up some more. Standing in front of him was the tallest, handsomest man he'd ever seen, with blue eyes that he could zone on forever and not mind a bit. "Yeah, I guess. Considering I could have been a charcoal bricket right now, I guess I am. It's just a little bit much."
"Yeah, I get that. I'm Detective Ellison. Can you tell me what happened?"
A hand brushed against his arm and for once he didn't feel like he was being overcome by everything around him. "Yeah, sure! Umm, my name's Blair. Blair Sandburg."
"Nice to meet you, Blair. Call me Jim."
Blair smiled as he shook hands with the detective, and he felt an almost electric shock when their hands met. He took a breath and caught the smell of aftershave and an underlying musky scent and felt better than he had for the last six weeks.