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No money (duel meaning there).
Notes: Thanks to my wonderful betas, Ihket and Susn.
Spoilers for TS by BS. This has been
floating around in my otherwise empty head for a while but I’ve been trying to
put it off until I finish Wages. But, alas, I did not get Wages done in time
for dues and I figured this one would be easier to squeeze into my
extension….this will be posted at my site eventually. Comments are welcomed.
Thanks!
Jim shook his head and tried to shake loose the feeling of dread that had taken up residence there since he and Sandburg had separated two hours before. It was bound to happen eventually, after all. Blair was a cop now. He had duties to perform. He had things he had to take care of that sometimes would not include Jim. Jim was not his caretaker. He was his partner, and Blair was his, gun and all. If Simon said, “Sandburg, you follow up on this and Jim, you follow up on this,” then that was the way of the world, the lay of the land. It sucked, as Blair would so tactfully put it, but it was inevitable. He got out of the truck and headed into the building where he would find his witness to Cascade’s latest major crime.
He
was just getting back into his truck when the call came over the radio. He was there before he realized it. There, being the place where Blair had been
shot. He stood in the alleyway and
watched helplessly as the ambulance attendants loaded his partner into the back
of the vehicle and drove away with him.
He turned back to the scene.
There was so much blood. Nobody
could lose that much blood and live.
Could they?
As
he waited in the plain, cold waiting room for word of his partner, the story
unfolded. Blair’s “witness” turned out
to be the perp. Blair had stumbled on
the truth somehow and called for back-up.
His back-up never came, despite the fact that there were at least three
uniform cars within a five minute ETA.
A few questions to the dispatcher revealed that the officers suddenly
had other things they had to do.
Nothing could be proven, but the picture was pretty clear to Jim. They had waited for the moment. They had waited until Jim would not be there
and they had left Sandburg in the cold to die.
The
doctor came. He was covered in
blood. Blair’s blood. “I’m sorry, Detective. We did all we could do.”
“Blair!” Jim sat up in bed. He took in his surroundings then reached out with his
senses. There, below him, was the sound
he searched for. Blair was alive. “Bad dream,” he muttered. He got out of bed and padded
downstairs. He needed some water. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and
filled it at the sink even as he stared at the double doors that his friend lay
behind, sleeping peacefully, or as peaceful as Blair ever slept. Jim wondered how he could even sleep the
night before he was to start the Academy.
He had seemed so wired earlier.
Jim sighed.
“Okay,”
he said aloud. “I’ll just have to make
Simon understand that he’s got to stay with me. At least until this whole fraud thing dies down. Yeah, that’s good. I can make him understand.”
He put down the glass and went back upstairs.
The
next morning dawned and Jim watched as his friend got ready for his first day
at the Police Academy. Blair was
nervous and it was not a happy nervous.
Jim knew he was worried about whether or not he could cut it as a
cop. Jim, on the other hand, had no
doubts. Blair could do anything he put
his mind to, of that Jim was sure. But
was his mind put to it? The question
nagged at the corner of Jim’s conscience.
Blair had never really said anything after that day at the station when
he had been presented with the badge and the opportunity to earn it for
real. Jim had never said anything
either, too afraid that he would find out that this was not what Blair
wanted. Also, he supposed, afraid that,
given the opportunity, Blair would take the out and leave. So, was it desire to be a cop, desire to be
Jim’s partner, or the lack of any other path that kept Blair here, that had
Blair getting dressed for his first day at the Police Academy, a place that he
should have never had to go.
That
he should have never had to go. Jim
rolled that around in his head for a moment.
Then the moment was gone as Blair grabbed his jacket and was gone with
it, barely giving Jim a chance to say good-bye.
He
was just getting back into the truck from questioning a witness when the call
came in on his cell phone. It was
Simon. He hoped his captain was going
to tell him that they had a break in their latest case and that the stake-out
for that night was called off. That was
not what the man said. There had been a
problem at the Academy. Blair was at
the hospital.
Jim
might have flown to the hospital for all he remembered of the trip. He sat, just as in his dream, oddly enough,
waiting. The waiting room all the more
surreal for being the twin of the one in his nightmare. Simon sat in front of him, explaining. They had the cadets in custody. It seemed that they did not like the idea of
a fraud being allowed into ‘their’ Academy.
They claimed that they were just trying to scare him. How were they to know he had a history with
water? When he panicked, they just
tossed him in and he hit his head. They
got scared and ran, only to run headlong into Major Wilson. The major managed to get the truth out of
them. They had left Blair floating
facedown, unconscious, in the Academy swimming pool. They had not even bothered to try and pull him out.
The
doctor came. “He’s alive, Detective,
but I must tell you that his brain was deprived of oxygen for some time. It’s almost a foregone conclusion that there
will be brain damage. As to the extent,
I can’t be sure until he wakes up.”
Jim waited. Blair woke up. It was bad. Jim waited, with a patience he didn't know he possessed. But it was getting better.
Jim
picked up the clutter left from Blair’s occupational therapy. He was getting some fine motor control back,
Jim noted as he picked up the coloring book and crayons. Blair’s purple dog did not have too many
stray hairs sticking out of the lines.
He took the book to Blair’s room.
“You
left this one,” he told the young man who had been Sandburg but was now just
Blair.
The
book was grabbed and shoved under rumpled bedcovers.
“That’s
not where that goes, you know.”
A
grin was his answer.
“Okay,
suit yourself. Seems like it would be
pretty tough to sleep on. Think of the
paper cuts.”
“Shim?” Blair had a hard time with his j’s.
He
was supposed to correct him. “Ja-
J-Jim.”
“Ja-
J-Jim.”
“Good. Now, what?”
“Shim…”
He
could not smile. He absolutely could
not smile. “What, Blair?”
“I
wass’nt always dumb, huh?”
Jim
was set to correct the pronunciation of wasn’t when he realized what he had
been asked. He felt like he had been
punched. “You’re not dumb. Who said that?”
“Nobody. I just know.”
“Know
what?”
“Know
I used to know more stuff, used to be able to do stuff.”
“You
can still do stuff and you’ll learn again.”
Blair
was shaking his head. “I heard ‘em.”
“Heard
who?”
“I
‘member.”
“Remember
what?”
“Shoulda
died. Can’t do nothin’ no more. Better off dead.”
“Blair!” His face was wet. His heart was pounding.
“Son of a bitch!” He flung the
covers off the bed.
“Jim?”
came a sleepy question from the level below.
“Go
back to sleep, Chief.”
“Is
something wrong?” The voice was getting
closer. He was at the bottom of the
steps.
“No,
sorry I woke you.”
“I
thought I woke you. You yelled at
me. Thought maybe I was talking in my
sleep or something.” His friend
chuckled a little and Jim almost smiled.
“I
didn’t mean to yell. It was a
dream. That’s all.”
“I
can make you some tea.”
“No,
really, I’m fine. Go back to bed.”
“Okay.” Then he was gone.
Jim
reached up and wiped both tears and sweat from his face. “What the hell is wrong with me?” He flopped back onto the bed. He had a damn headache. He closed his eyes. When he opened them gain, he was in the
jungle. Far off, he could hear the
sound of an animal in pain. But it was
not just any animal. It was a wolf. The mournful howl cut through Jim’s chest
and he felt as though he could not breathe.
“What
do I do?” he asked the wind.
“You
listen to your dreams.”
He
spun around to see Incacha standing before him. “Incacha, what do they mean?
Do they mean that if Blair becomes a cop, he’ll die? And the Academy? Does that happen if he leaves here tomorrow to go there? Tell me, please.”
“On
this path, you have seen two possibilities.”
“Just
possibilities? Not certainties?”
“Only
the past is ever certain. The future
remains unclear.”
“But
he could die or be—damaged?”
“Yes.”
“What
do I do?”
Incacha
shook his head. “That is up to
you. You must decide.”
“What
other path is there for him? Tell me
something! Don’t just leave me twisting
in the wind here!”
“I
can’t help you, Inquiri. Sometimes,
fate cannot be avoided. Sometimes, it
can. You have been given a glimpse at
fate. What you decide to do with it,
only you can decide.”
The
damned alarm cut off his retort. Jim
sat up in bed and ran a hand across his closely trimmed hair. He had been given a glimpse at Blair’s
fate. What would he do with it? He made a decision.
Blair
was in the kitchen. “Coffee’s on, man.
I’m going to hit the shower.”
“Blair.”
“Yeah,
Jim?”
“You’re
not going to the Academy.”
His
friend blinked several times.
“Um,—excuse me?”
“You’re
not going. I’ve thought it out and—“
“You’ve
thought it out? What about me? This is my life you happen to be ‘thinking
out!’”
“Blair,
honestly, do you want to be a cop?”
There
was that half-second of hesitation, the tell-tale sign. “I want to be your partner.”
Jim
smiled. “That’s what I thought. You’re not going.”
“Then,
Oh Great One, tell me. What am I going
to do? I seem to be out of options at
the moment. I seem to recall that I
tossed my ‘other’ career down the toilet a few months ago. I’m out of money, man. I’m on my last legs and I’m going down
fast. I don’t have anywhere else to go
and I’m going to the fucking Academy!”
“You
don’t even want to go to the Academy!”
“Well,
you know, Jim, sometimes in this life, you just don’t get what you want! It’s a lesson I’ve learned quite well
lately. Now it’s your turn.” He stormed into his room.
“Blair!”
Jim shouted at the closed doors. “You
don’t understand!” He sat down heavily
at the table.
“I
understand that you don’t want me as your partner.” A hastily dressed Sandburg flew out of his room and past
him. He stopped at the door. “I understand all I need to
understand.”
“Blair,
wait! I can explain!” Jim went after him as he disappeared out the
door.
“Nothing
to explain, Jim. I get it. I didn’t before but I do now. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to burden you with a partner you don’t
trust. Maybe Simon can find somewhere
else in the department where I can be of some use. God knows, I’m not of any use to anybody right now. For all the good I am to anyone, I could
have died at that fucking fountain. Who would know the difference?!”
“No!” Jim grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him
around. He shook him. “Don’t you ever say that! That’s not true! You’re my guide. You’re
my friend, damn it.”
“But
I’m not your partner.”
“Yes,
you are!”
“No,
I’m not. I can’t be without the
Academy. You know that. Look, I need to go for a walk, okay? I need to process this.”
“You
don’t even know what you’re processing, Chief!”
“Jim,
please. I’ll come back. Even if it’s only temporarily. Let go, Jim.”
“We’ll
talk when you get back?”
“Yeah,
I promise.”
“Okay. It’s not what you think at all, you know.”
“If
you say so.”
“I
do say so. Be careful, Blair. I don’t know what I’d do if anything
happened to you.”
Jim
saw a glimmer of understanding in Blair’s eyes. “Jim—“
“Go
for your walk. We’ll talk when you get
back.”
Blair
nodded.
When
the phone rang, Jim nearly jumped out of his skin. He laughed at himself as he answered it. He figured it was Simon checking up on them
since it was supposed to be Blair’s first day at the Academy. His captain was about to be in for a
surprise.
But
it was Jim who was surprised. It was
Mrs. Marly at the corner market. He
should come right away. There had been
an accident. Jim threw the phone. He had no idea where it landed. He stood very still. “Wake up,” he ordered himself. Nothing happened. “Wake up!” he tried again.
He was still in the nightmare.
Sometimes fate could not be avoided.
That was what Incacha had said.
No, why give him the warnings if he could not do something to change
Blair’s fate? The nightmare had become
reality, nonetheless. He shook
himself. He had to get to Blair.
He
ran all the way there. He expected
blood. He expected to find death
hovering over his guide. He did not
expect Mrs. Marly to meet him at the door with a smile. Nor did he expect to see Blair grinning at
him from the floor with an ice pack on his head. He nearly fainted with relief.
“I
didn’t mean to scare you like that, Jim.
I’m so sorry.” Mrs. Marly was
apologizing as Jim sank to the floor next to Blair. “I caught Blair and asked him to help me with that shelf there
but before we could get it fixed, it tumbled right down and hit him right on
the head. He wouldn’t let me call an
ambulance so I called you.”
“I’m
fine, Mrs. Marly. Really, don’t
worry. Jim, I’m okay.”
“Chief,
we have to talk now. Not later. Now.
Let’s get you home and check that out.”
“So,
you see, I can’t let you do this, Blair.
I can’t take the chance that those visions, dreams, whatever, might come
true.”
Blair
was pale when Jim finished. “Damn.”
“Yeah,
no kidding.”
“We
should talk about what you’re feeling here, Jim. These dreams seem pretty intense and I didn’t have to have them.”
“There’s
no need to delve too deep here, Blair.
It’s pretty straightforward. I
was scared half to death. I still am. I’m not repressing. I’m not avoiding. This is way too important for that bullshit.”
“Who
are you and what have you done with Jim?”
Jim
chuckled then sobered. “This isn’t the
path for you, Chief. It took those
dreams to make me face that. I knew it
before but—well, I didn’t want to give you up.
Not as my guide, my friend, or my partner.”
“Thanks,
Jim, but that does still leave me ungainfully unemployed. What am I going to do?”
“I
have an idea.”
“What?”
“I’ll
tell you later when I have it all worked out.
Trust me?”
“With
my life, Jim.”
“Then
you trust me more than I deserve, Chief.”
“What
the hell do you mean, he’s not going to the Academy? We pulled strings I don’t even want to think about and now he’s
backing out?”
“He’s
not backing out exactly. I’m backing
him out. I can’t explain this to you
but I know if Blair went to the Academy and/or became a cop, he would not
survive it intact.”
“What?”
“It’s
a sentinel thing, Simon.”
“Well,
what the hell are you going to do now?”
“Resign.”
“Run
that by me again?”
Jim
pulled out his badge and gun. “Blair
made a sacrifice for me. I’m returning
the favor. I have a press conference to
give in a few minutes.”
“Jim!”
“I
have to, Simon.”
“Does
Blair know?”
“No. He’d pitch a screaming fit if he knew. I’ve already sent a statement to the
Chancellor at Rainier. I don’t know if
it’ll do any good but I want Blair’s good name given back to him.”
“What
about you?”
“I
have a few contacts in a few places that could use somebody like me. And Blair, if he wants to go.”
“Jim,
do you have any idea what you’re talking about doing?”
“Yeah. I’m doing what I have to for my guide. Hell, Simon, I’m doing what I have to for my
friend. The media frenzy will die down
pretty quick if we disappear for a while.
The legal ramifications as far as my cases, I have somebody working on
that already. Dad can afford the best,
you know? And I’ll let you know where
we are.”
Simon
sighed. “I’ll miss you both.”
“We’ll
visit.” He laughed. “Of course, I’m assuming a lot. I haven’t even told Blair yet. He may decide to stay if the University lets
him back in.”
“Jim,
that kid would follow you to hell.”
“I
know. That’s why I have to do this.”
“Good
afternoon. Thank you all for
coming. A few months ago, my friend,
Blair Sandburg, stood before you and announced that he had falsified his
dissertation. There was an untruth told
but it was told that day. Blair
Sandburg never lied in his dissertation.
He lied to you that day to protect me.
I am a Sentinel and I’m prepared to prove it.”
To
say that Blair was angry would have been the understatement of the year. But as Blair always did, he forgave Jim
fairly quickly. He handed Jim a cup of
coffee as Jim came out of the tent.
They had decided to drive to Canada and do some camping before flying
out of Vancouver to Washington D.C. to
start their new lives as “security consultants.” Jim sat down on the log next to his best friend who stared at him
as though he was trying to figure something out.
“What?”
“You
do realize that I could get hit by a truck tomorrow and you would have thrown
your career away for nothing?”
Jim
chuckled. “Knowing you, it could
happen.”
“Gee,
thanks, Jim. I’m trying to be serious
here.”
“I
know and I could say the same back to you.”
“True.”
“Thing
is, Chief, whatever happens from here, whatever we do, we do together. As partners.”
“Partners.” Blair whispered.
“Yeah.” Jim put his arm over Blair’s shoulder. A sound off to his right drew his
attention. He turned to see a wolf
regarding him with yellow eyes. The
animal blinked and for a split second its eyes turned blue. Then it was gone. Or was it? A flash of
gray in the brush was followed by a flash of pure black.
“Your
fate, Sentinel, has always been to follow your guide.” Incacha’s voice floated to him on the
whispering wind. It sounded somewhat
amused.
“And
sometimes fate cannot be avoided.” Jim answered.
“Huh?”
“Nothing,
Chief. Drink your coffee and let’s go
fishing.”