The
Sentinel by Blair Sandburg
by JoeyRZ
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Written for
the sentinel_thurs
community at LiveJournal. It answers challenge #82.
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Jim adjusted the t-shirt he had just put on as he descended the stairs of his
loft. He glanced at Blair, who was typing softly on his laptop.
"What are you doing up already, Chief?"
Blair looked up startled, then started fumbling with the mouse pad of the
laptop. "Uh... nothing. Just woke up early."
"What are you writing? You seemed engrossed."
"Nothing... nada. Just, you know... some thoughts. Daily things,"
Blair said as he shut down the laptop and set it on the coffee table.
After breakfast, Blair went to get dressed so he could run some errands. As he
was leaving the loft, Jim called out to him.
“Yeah, Jim?”
“Can I use your laptop, Chief? I need to look up some websites.”
“Sure, no problem, big man,” Blair said, already closing the door behind
him.
An hour later, Jim had looked up all the information he had needed and decided
to play a game of Free Cell. While trying to figure out where the games were in
this newer version of Windows, he stumbled upon the recent documents files.
There, sitting innocently, was a document labeled “The Sentinel by Blair
Sandburg.”
Thinking Blair was tweaking with his never to be published thesis, Jim decided
to sneak a peek at the changes his roommate might have made. After a few
paragraphs he realized this wasn’t Blair’s thesis.
He read on, awestruck by the words Blair had written. Another hour passed as he
read, and as he got near the end, he heard Blair’s car pull up to the
building. He continued to read, unable to stop.
”Are you okay, shaman?” the tribe’s sentinel asked as he helped the
younger man to his feet.
“As long as I have you, I always will be, Enqueri.”
“My Guide… my love. You shall always have me,” Enqueri said, leaning down
to press his lips softly against those of his partner.
The End
Jim looked up as he heard Blair’s keys fall on the kitchen counter.
“Still surfing, Jim?”
“No,” Jim answered, putting the laptop aside and crossing the room to stand
in front of Blair. “Just reading.”
“What?” Blair said, distractively pulling items from the grocery bags.
“A masterpiece.”
“Really? Who wrote it?”
Jim grabbed Blair’s chin, so he could look into his eyes. “You, my Guide.”
Blair’s eyes went unbelievably wide, realizing what Jim meant. “Jim, man…
it was just-”
“True,” Jim interrupted, bending his head down to capture Blair’s lips in
a passionate kiss.
