New Arrivals

In Life, Nothing is Random
by JadenH

Summary: Blair learns that not everything happens by chance.*

All feedback is welcome. I write for fun and will not be offended by any comments good or bad. (Additional notes at the end.)

Disclaimer: Jim, Blair, Simon, and The Sentinel belong to Pet Fly, UPN, and Paramount and no copyright infringement is intended.

Icy droplets of sleet rained down on the city as Blair Sandburg sat on the floor, staring at the flames in the fireplace, contemplating what had occurred earlier that night. So lost was he in thought, that he didn’t hear his roommate, partner, Sentinel, and all around best friend, Jim Ellison, enter the loft. The detective was supposed to be working late that night in an attempt to clear his desk, so that he and Blair could spend the weekend, of which they had off, at home doing nothing more strenuous than vegging on the couch.

“Hey, Chief, what are you doing here? I thought you had a class.” asked Jim, hanging his coat on the rack.

“I was supposed to, but when I got there I found out that all night classes had been cancelled.” answered Sandburg softly, shifting his focus from the fire to his friend.

Ellison frowned, “Didn’t anyone call you, or e-mail you to let you know the school was closed?”

“Nope, not one single person, and that, was kind of weird, you know? I mean, I would have at least expected Jenny to give me a heads up.”

“Jenny? Isn’t she the girl that you dated last month?”

“Yeah, but she decided that we were better off being friends.” Blair added, shivering slightly as a gust of wind violently slammed more sleet against the balcony doors.

Grabbing the throw off the back of the couch, Jim walked over to his young Guide, and draped it over his shoulders. “Here, Chief. We don’t want you to catch a cold now, do we?”

“Nope,” snickered the grad student, “That would totally ruin our weekend.”

“And we can’t have that, can we?” quipped the detective, seeing an unidentifiable look flit across his friend’s face. “What else is bothering you, Blair?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing really.” lied the young man, returning his gaze to the fire.

“Uh huh, right. Try again, Sandburg.”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s just something strange that happened tonight that got me thinking.”

“Thinking about what, buddy?”

“Thinking that nothing in life is as random as we may think it is.”

“Pardon my eloquence, but … huh?”

“I’m sorry, Jim.” Blair laughed, realizing that he had been a bit vague. “Let me start at the beginning.”

“Please do, I’m more confused now than ever.”

“Okay, have a seat, this is a long story.”

After his roommate was sitting comfortably beside him, he began.

“It started after I called you at the station. I had just left here and was heading for Rainer. The way the weather was outside, I thought that maybe it would be safer if I just called the school, letting them know that I couldn’t make it to class. But then I remembered that Chancellor Edwards had made it quite clear that not showing, would be, and I quote, ‘Detrimental to your position, Mr. Sandburg.’.” growled the student, as he stared into the fire, unaware of the look of anger that momentarily danced across his Sentinel’s face. “Anyway, I decided that it would be best if I attended class, so I kept driving. I noticed that there were no cars in the lot, or lights on in the buildings when I got arrived. I headed for my office, only to find a memo on my desk stating that the school would be closed until Monday, due to the ice storm that had been forecasted. Well, I turned around and headed back out, hoping to miss the storm and be home before it started. I had only driven a few blocks from campus when I saw this little old lady walking down the street. Her arms were loaded down with bags of groceries, and she was having a hard time remaining vertical.” Blair said quietly, silently dreading to tell his friend the rest.

“I had to do it, Jim.” he added, turning to look at his roommate, searching his face for the understanding he knew that he would find. “I couldn’t let her keep walking. She might have fallen.” the young Guide added. “I know that I’m not supposed to pick up hitchhikers, but she wasn’t hitching.”

“It’s alright, Chief. I probably would have done the same thing.” reassured Ellison, patting the hand that had grasped his forearm, a smile on his lips. It was true, they did have an unwritten rule about hitchhikers, but even that rule had to be broken in the case of an emergency. “Go on with your story, Blair. We’re cool.”

“Thanks, Jim.” sighed the student, knowing that his partner meant every word he said.

“I pulled up to where she was standing and asked if she needed a ride.”


Earlier that evening…

*“Can I give you a lift somewhere, Ma’am?”

“I don’t accept rides from strangers, young man.” the frail woman answered, shivering as the near arctic wind billowed about her.

“And I don’t give rides to strangers, Ma’am, but I’m willing to make an exception on that rule tonight, for you.”*


“I kept offering and she kept declining, and we went on like that for about 15 minutes, until finally …”


*“It’s such a long way to walk, even in warm weather. Please, Ma’am, let me do this for you.”

“I don’t know.” she hesitated.

“Please?” the young grad student’s voice wavered, tears in his eyes, afraid she would say no. The thought of leaving her on the side of the road, in the bitter cold, went against everything he was ever taught, both by his mother, and his partner, not to mention the Shaman in him.

“Alright young man, I accept” she conceded, seeing the kindness in his eyes.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Blair sighed, exiting the vehicle.*


Back in the loft…

“After I helped her into the car, I asked her where she was heading. She told me that she was living in the Mental Health house on the corner of Washington and 10th Street. I asked her how she got all the way over to this side of town, and she told me that she had been shopping with her Case Worker, but that the Case Worker had something else she had to do. So instead of waiting long enough to return her to the house, she instructed her to ride the bus,” relaying the information he was given to his roommate. “The only thing is, the buses didn’t run because of the weather, so the only choice she had was either stay at the bus stop and freeze to death, or try to walk home.” Sandburg added, his voice becoming hard as he remembered the conversation.

“When I finally got within a few blocks from the house, she made me stop. She said that she could make it the rest of the way by herself. She got out, gathered up her groceries, thanked me, and walked off in the direction of Washington Street. I waited until I was sure she had made it into the house, before heading home.” Blair finished, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

It was obvious, to the Sentinel, that what had transpired earlier had an emotional effect on his Guide. He was very careful with his words, as to not upset his young friend.

“Chief, I think you’re right about things not being random. I have a feeling that the reason you were there, is because certain things were put into motion to make sure you were in the right place, at the right time, to save that woman’s life.”

“Oh come on, Jim.” Blair stated, uncomfortably, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. “I’m sure that someone would have eventually given her a ride.”

“I don’t think so, Chief. Remember, all classes were cancelled, no one was out on the road, that particular stretch of road is used mainly by students, the buildings on that road were being remodeled by a firm that close because of questionable safety concerns, and to top it all off, there was a multi-car pile-up on the freeway. That accident itself needed 15 to 20 officers, and almost all the ambulances on this side of town. If it wasn’t for you, that poor woman might never have seen tomorrow.”

“Jim …”

“I’m serious, Sandburg. What if she had slipped, and fallen on the sidewalk? The snow is piled up high enough that not even someone in a truck would have seen her. She could have died from exposure, Blair.” added Ellison, softly. “Whether you like to admit it or not, you’re a hero, Chief.”

“You really think so, Jim?”

“Yeah, I do. I also think that someone up there,” the Sentinel answered, pointing heavenward. “Has a plan for you.”

“For you too, Jim, I am so not doing this on my own. We’re partners, right?”

“Right, Chief, Jim and Blair, Sentinel and Guide, Partners no matter what.”

The End


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*Note: This is based on an actual event. One of my classmates showed up for our Medical Transcription class, only to find out that classes had been cancelled due to a bad ice storm. Pam found it rather odd that she did not get a call from anyone from school, hear the cancellation on the radio, or even get a call from her family letting her know not to show up. The following week, after classes had resumed, she told me what had happened. I thought for a moment, after she finished her story, and told her what I perceived of the events. I told her that, as I wrote in this story, nothing in this life is as random as we may think. The hardest part to a miracle is making it look like an accident.