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Author-Sorcha
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The Right Track
by Sorcha
This is a missing scene for Night Train and my humble offering in response to the missing scenes challenge. Rated G.
Thanks to Danae for beta reading as always. ~grin~ Feedback much appreciated.
Disclaimer: The Sentinel and all its characters don't belong to me but to Pet Fly etc, etc. I make no money by doing this and no harm or infringement is intended.
Jim Ellison was sitting on the couch drinking coffee when his roommate appeared in the living room. "Have a good sleep, Chief?"
"Yeah, I did," Blair replied. "How about you?"
"Yep. I just woke up half an hour ago." After having breakfast with Captain Banks, Jim had driven himself and a yawning Blair back to the loft where they both crashed almost instantly. Their night spent battling criminals on the train had left them both exhausted, and Jim's arms were painfully stiff from his little adventure underneath the train. He stretched and looked up as his partner started to talk again.
"Oh, man, am I glad I didn't have to shoot anyone last night. I mean, sure, we got ambushed by Derek, but if that hadn't happened. . . ." Blair trailed off, not wanting to even considered the possibility.
"I know, Chief. I'm glad too." And Jim was. He knew that if Blair had to kill someone, he would be changed forever. That wasn't something that Jim wanted to happen but he'd had to give Sandburg the gun back on the train out of necessity. If it was a choice between Sandburg having to shoot someone or getting himself shot, Jim would choose the first one any day.
Blair came over and perched on the arm of the couch. "Hey, you really had me worried there for a while when they said they'd thrown you out the window. I mean, I knew that if anyone could survive, it would be you but. . . ." He trailed off once again, then changed course. "So how did you survive, anyhow?"
"I managed to grab hold of a chain and then make my way along the bottom of the train."
"Really?! That's incredible!" Blair was on his feet, his eyes wide. "How did you handle that with your senses all wonky? They must have been on total overdrive with all the noise and everything."
"I did have trouble at first," Jim admitted.
"So, what happened?" Blair asked, eager for details. "How'd you manage to control them?"
Jim shrugged. "I just remembered what you told me about filtering things out and focussing only on what I wanted to." Ellison looked up to see that Sandburg's eyes were bright and he was grinning at this news. It was that look of sheer delight on his Guide's face that made the Sentinel continue. "And I heard your voice in my head. I heard you guiding me through the process."
"Wow! Really?" Blair was ecstatic.
Divulging that extra bit of information was completely worth it when Jim witnessed his partner's reaction. The detective had obviously made Sandburg's day, if not his week. The younger man began pacing in front of the couch in his excitement.
Smiling, Jim stood up and put an arm out to stop Blair as he paced by. "Chief, let's not get too excited, okay?"
Sandburg looked at Jim in disbelief. "What do you mean ‘let's not get too excited'? Don't you see how great this is, man? I mean, you're really starting to learn how to control your senses. Oh, wow. Now we'll need to work even more, take it to a whole new level." Blair started to pace again, lost in thoughts of tests and experiments.
"Whoa, hold on there, Chief." Jim stopped the hyper anthropologist again. "We've had a rough couple of days. Do me a favour and don't start talking tests yet, all right?"
Blair looked at him for a second, then sighed. "Okay, I guess that's fair enough."
Ellison smiled at Blair's crestfallen look. "Come on, don't be upset. I'll buy us dinner. How's that?"
Sandburg perked up at this suggestion. "That sounds great, man. There's this new restaurant on Fifth Avenue that I've been wanting to try --"
Jim interrupted. "Hey, I'm buying. That means I should get to pick the place."
"Oh, come on, Jim. You'll love it," Blair assured him as he was ushered out the loft door by Jim.
The detective sighed, giving in. "I'm sure I will, Chief."
The End