Whistle Down The Wind
Summary: Blair and Jim discuss their experiences in South America.
Disclaimer: The Sentinel and its characters are the property of Pet Fly Productions.
Whistle Down The Wind
Let your voices carry
Drown out all the rain
Light a patch of darkness
Treacherous and scary
Howl at the Stars
Whisper when you're sleeping
I'll be there to hold you
I'll be there to stop
The chills and all the weeping
Make it clear and strong
So the whole night long
Every signal that you send
Until the very end
I will not abandon
You my precious friend
Try to stem the tide
Then you'll raise a banner
Send a flare up in the sky
Try to burn a torch
And try to build a bonfire
Every Signal that you send
Until the very end I'm there
So Whistle Down the Wind
For I have always been
From the musical, Whistle Down the Wind
by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Jim Steinman
Jim Ellison watched the lights on the elevator announcing the third floor. Casting a quick glance at his companion, he sighed quietly. It had been a very long trip back from South America, but they had made it. Jim had to admit, there were a lot of anxious moments there when he thought that he'd be making this return trip to Cascade alone.
The elevator doors opened, and the younger man moved to grab his bags.
"Just leave them there Chief. I'll get the bags. You look beat."
Blair gave him a rueful smile. "Yeah, I am pretty exhausted, but I can get my own bags, man."
Putting his hand on Blair's back, Jim propelled him out of the elevator. "I'll get the bags Sandburg, you just unlock the door."
The pair made it into the loft and Jim closed the door behind him, then moved to drop the bags in each of their rooms. Coming back down the stairs he said, . "I don't know about you, but I'm famished. I know they say that they're suppose to be serving gourmet food on the airlines, but that spaghetti sauce still tasted like Chef Boy Ardee to me. Why don't you rest for a while and I'll whip up something for supper."
Dropping down on the couch, Blair chuckled, responding, "Yeah, that food did kind of suck, didn't it? But I can help you with supper Jim."
"Stay where you are, I can get it. Come on, we already talked about this, the doctor said that you need to take it easy. You were pretty sick, Sandburg."
Blair sighed. He had an idea that Jim had moved into Blessed Protector mode as soon as Eli had called him and told him that Blair had disappeared in the jungle of Belize. Unfortunately, he hadn't moved out of it yet. Oh well, no point in arguing, and he was feeling kind of tired.
Leaning back, he let his head rest on the back of the couch, listening to the sounds of his friend moving around in the kitchen.
Jim busied himself as he took a container of homemade soup out of the freezer and popped in the microwave to thaw. After refiling the teakettle and putting it on, he opened the refrigerator door and scanned the contents. The pickings were kind of slim. Anything left in there had spoiled in the two weeks he had been gone. Luckily he had thought to stop at the store and pick up bread and milk on the way home from the airport.
Checking out the cupboard, he found a can of tuna fish and some mayonnaise. 'Well, looks like tuna sandwiches and tomato soup.' he thought, as he mixed up tuna salad.
The teakettle whistled and he moved to the stove, pulling out mugs and teabags on the way. Setting the bags in the mugs, he poured the water over them, and was immediately enveloped with the aroma of chamomile.
Taking the two mugs into the living room, he sat down opposite Blair, placing one mug in front of the younger man.
He smiled at the sight of his friend, sprawled on the couch, eyes closed.
"Hey Chief, you awake? Here's some tea for you while we wait for supper. It's only going to be soup and sandwiches, though, sorry, not much else to choose from."
Blair opened his eyes and sat up slowly. "That's okay Jim, anything is fine. I'm just glad to be home."
Jim gave a rueful smile and responded. "Yeah me too. Glad to be home, and very grateful that you're home too."
Looking up at him, Blair said, "Thanks man, that means a lot."
"Well, it's how I feel Sandburg. I know that I don't say it too often. But you make this a home for me." Jim sighed. "You know, when Stoddard called me and told me what had happened to you, I went numb. All I could think was that there would never be anyway to take back the horrible things I said to you before you left."
"Jim, it's okay. I know that you didn't mean them."
"No, Blair it's not okay. I keep forgetting that the world does not revolve around Jim Ellison. I keep forgetting that this is all part of your life too. That's all I could think of on the trip down there, and on the ride to the hospital. That you've given up so much for me in the four years we've known each other. Then, I talked to your doctor, and she told me that there wasn't any hope for you. It was then that it hit me, just before I walked into your hospital room. God, it was so weird, I swear I even heard Inchacha's voice. It was like a epiphany or something. I realized that this whole Sentinel thing is as much about you as it is me. I don't really understand it, but it's like you're the other part of me. Without you, I'm not really a Sentinel."
Jim's monologue was interrupted by the beeping of the microwave signaling that the soup was done. He stood up and moved toward the kitchen again. When Blair moved to get up also, he said. "Stay put, I figure we have something to celebrate tonight. The least we can do is break one of the house rules and eat in the living room.
Bringing in two bowls of soup and a plateful of sandwiches, he placed them on the coffee table between them.
"Here we go, bon appetite," he said, smiling.
Blair grabbed a sandwich and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "So you really heard Inchacha's voice, huh?"
Jm shrugged. "I'm sure it was just my imagination, but it sure sounded like him. He said 'you have finally learned the truth', or something like that."
Blair gave a small smile. "Actually, it probably was Incacha." Looking intently at Jim, "I know I told you a little about what happened in the jungle. You know, that I got lost, and stumbled upon these ruins and a temple. But I didn't tell you everything. See, I saw Incacha too.
At Jim's surprised look, he continued. "I thought I was hallucinating or something. I was feeling pretty lousy by then. But then I saw another man, an old native American. He stepped forward and started talking to me. Jim, he said his name was Grey Ghost, and he was my spirit guide, just like Incacha was yours."
"He said the same thing that you were thinking in the hospital. That a Sentinel can not exist without a Guide. That it takes both the Watchman and the Pathfinder to make the whole thing work."
"And you're my Guide, my Pathfinder." Jim said, nodding.
"It's more than that Jim, not only and I your Guide, and you my Sentinel, but we were destined to be such. You were born a Sentinel, my Sentinel, just as I was born a Guide, your Guide." Blair sat back on the couch. "Don't you get it man, everything that's happened in our lives were leading us up to the point I walked into that exam room in the hospital four years ago."
Jim sat, thoughtful. What Blair was saying made sense. And Lord knows he certainly had had similar thoughts sitting in Blair's hospital room. But still, the skeptic in him had a hard time accepting it.
"What about the last four years, Blair, were we destined to live them like we did? I mean, face it, we've had some pretty rough times."
"Sure we have, but we've had a lot more great ones. Come on man, you gave let me move in here, gave me a home, and a family."
"What about Barnes, or the dissertation? Not exactly high points." Jim countered.
"True, true that whole dying thing really sucked. And I admit, there is a part of me that will always regret not getting my Ph.D. But still, we worked things out after Alex, and our friendship is stronger now. And I told you before that going back to teaching full-time would be a let down after working with you and rest of Major Crimes for so long."
Blair continued. "The point is, I doesn't look like we had much of a choice to start with. I think we're stuck with each other. I'm a true believer in never looking back in regret. Just to learn from the past."
"You really think we can do that Chief?"
"I don't think we have a choice. And you know what? I wouldn't want it any other way. Truth of the matter is, I think my destiny is pretty cool. Guide to a full-fledged Sentinel. The Sentinel of the Great City, too. Not the Sentinel of the Great North woods, or the Sentinel of the Jungle. So at least we have a roof over our head and can shop for our food, instead of hunting for it. It's actually a pretty good life, if you think about it."
Jim nodded, "Yeah, it is. I guess this whole destiny thing isn't too bad, as long as it brought you into my life."
Blair flashed him a brilliant smile. "Ditto, man, ditto." Standing up, he picked up the empty soup bowls and moved toward the kitchen. "Guess you're stuck with me till the bitter end."
Jim, bringing in the plates from the sandwiches stopped beside him. Placing his arm around Blair's shoulder, he gave him a brief hug. "Like you said before Chief, I wouldn't have it any other way."