By CherylR

June 20, 2004

This snippet is a continuation of one of DawnC’s missing scenes and is for the 5 year anniversary challenge for the Sentinel Angst List (fanfic Dawn’s fanfic). And would you believe it… it’s not even two full pages. J

I started with DawnC’s story Adrenaline… which is a Sentinel Angst exclusive story, so if you’re a member you can find it in the reading room. But if you can’t… Dawn basically took the premise that Blair would have gotten injured during the beginning scene of ‘The Waiting Room.’ I mean really what with the bullets flying and the car crash he should have had at least minor injuries. So, Dawn, being the nice person she is, gave him some. Blair has a bullet graze and a concussion. To help things along I have included the last few lines of Dawn’s story. Thanks again to Judy my wonderful beta. She reads my stories, posts them and in general puts up with me.

"I'm waking you up in one hour."

"I'll tell Rhonda you lost the copy card."

"Fine. An hour and twenty minutes."

"Go zone on something."

"How 'bout I just let you fall into a coma. Huh, Chief?"

Blair was still trying to think up a retort when sleep claimed him.

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"Chief," Jim said as he gently shook his partner. "Come on Chief, wake up for me, please."

"Murf."

"Blair," Jim said sternly starting to get a bit concerned with the lack of response from his Guide.

"Goway," Blair muttered as he tried to brush off the annoying noise in his ear.

"Wake up for me and I’ll give you some more pain killer," the Sentinel coaxed then sneezed and grabbed for a tissue. Damn, I am coming down with something. I hope it’s just a cold. I don’t have time for the flu.

"Hum? Jim…you okay? What’re you doing in my room?" Blair looked around blearily and trying to figure out why he was not in his room. "Why ‘m I out here?"

"That’s it Chief," Jim said as he helped his partner sit up. "How many fingers?"

Blair batted away Ellison’s hand with annoyance. "Two man, didn’t we already have this conversation." He dropped his head into his hands. "Oh man, did you get the plates on the truck that hit me?"

"No truck, buddy… but we did get the guys who did this to you… remember?" Jim asked then suddenly backed away from his roommate as he was overcome by a series of sneezes.

Blair sat up further as he tried to see his partner. The only light on in the loft was the dim light above the sink. So all the Guide could see was a blurry image of his Sentinel. "Hey big guy, you doing okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine," came the stuffy reply as the Sentinel grabbed another tissue.

"You sound like it," Blair said sarcastically. "You know… there’s this remedy that the Genjaka Indians swear by. I think I have some in the cabinet…" the Guide started to lever up off the couch forgetting about his injuries. "Owww, man that smarts," he said as he grabbed his side.

Ellison gently pushed Sandburg back onto the couch. "Stay there Darwin. You’re hurt. My cold can wait until later in the morning. Who knows, maybe it’ll be gone by then."

"Wishful thinking man. I like it. Try using some of that positive energy to force your cold into submission. You know you could try to meditate and cleanse your aura…" the rest of his words were muffled by Jim’s large hand.

"Sandburg, take your aspirin and go back to sleep. I’ll wake you again in an hour."

"Humf," the Guide grunted as he took the pain reliever from his partner’s hand. A quick swig of water and then he was gently but firmly tucked back under the covers by the hovering Sentinel. This isn’t the afghan we keep back here…Where did… Oh that’s nice, this is mine. "Need to find those herbs for Jim." Blair mumbled. "Don’t forget to talk about the ghost… gotta figure out how to get my car fixed…" the rest of the conversation was lost as he drifted off to sleep.

The Sentinel stood guard over his Guide. Don’t want to talk about the ghost but, that reminds me… need to make sure that the Volvo was towed to the garage so I can get it fixed for Blair. He doesn’t need to be worrying about repair bills right now. It’s the least I can do for him.

The end

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