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Kith, or Kin by Fluterbev (R)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fluterbev
Author Website: Fluterbev's Ephemera
Why this must be read:
The Sentinel fandom has slowed down in recent years, so most of the stories I am recommending have been around for awhile. Fortunately there are still some wonderful authors actively creating new fiction. Fluterbev is one of the best. I'm happy for the opportunity to recommend a brand new story from her pen (keyboard?) and equally thrilled to see a 'Coming Soon' announcement on her site.
Someone who knows about sentinels is committing crimes in Cascade. It never occurs to Jim Ellison that the one person he trusts completely could be involved. Can you imagine circumstances that would cause Blair to turn on his Sentinel? At first we can't understand why Blair would feel the need to take this drastic step, in spite of the desperate situation he finds himself in. Why does he make such bad choices? Gradually Fluterbev peels back the layers of old secrets to make us understand.
Jim reacts as we expect, with cold fury, seeing things in the worst possible light. Simon is the voice (and heart) of reason, helping the two to see other possibilities in this satisfyingly long, gripping tale that breaks your heart before healing it.
"Jim," Sandburg protested, glancing up. "It's not what you-"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Sandburg winced, his eyes closing, as Ellison's barely contained bitterness sprang loose. "I don't wanna hear it. Save it for the judge. Because I'm telling you, ‘Tommy' or whatever it is you call yourself. You are going down." As the detective spoke, he reached to his belt, unhooking the cuffs hanging there. "So make it easy on both of us, huh? Don't fight me on this. Because it's over. And you can't possibly win." He approached Sandburg, the cuffs in his hand.
Sandburg opened his eyes and watched as the other man came closer. Their eyes met, angry blue to anguished blue. "I'm sorry, Jim," Ellison's former partner said, a deep, aching misery in his voice. "I'm really, really sorry."
And he sprayed the mace that was concealed in his hand directly into the sentinel's face.
Kith, or Kin
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ:
fluterbevAuthor Website: Fluterbev's Ephemera
Why this must be read:
The Sentinel fandom has slowed down in recent years, so most of the stories I am recommending have been around for awhile. Fortunately there are still some wonderful authors actively creating new fiction. Fluterbev is one of the best. I'm happy for the opportunity to recommend a brand new story from her pen (keyboard?) and equally thrilled to see a 'Coming Soon' announcement on her site.
Someone who knows about sentinels is committing crimes in Cascade. It never occurs to Jim Ellison that the one person he trusts completely could be involved. Can you imagine circumstances that would cause Blair to turn on his Sentinel? At first we can't understand why Blair would feel the need to take this drastic step, in spite of the desperate situation he finds himself in. Why does he make such bad choices? Gradually Fluterbev peels back the layers of old secrets to make us understand.
Jim reacts as we expect, with cold fury, seeing things in the worst possible light. Simon is the voice (and heart) of reason, helping the two to see other possibilities in this satisfyingly long, gripping tale that breaks your heart before healing it.
"Jim," Sandburg protested, glancing up. "It's not what you-"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Sandburg winced, his eyes closing, as Ellison's barely contained bitterness sprang loose. "I don't wanna hear it. Save it for the judge. Because I'm telling you, ‘Tommy' or whatever it is you call yourself. You are going down." As the detective spoke, he reached to his belt, unhooking the cuffs hanging there. "So make it easy on both of us, huh? Don't fight me on this. Because it's over. And you can't possibly win." He approached Sandburg, the cuffs in his hand.
Sandburg opened his eyes and watched as the other man came closer. Their eyes met, angry blue to anguished blue. "I'm sorry, Jim," Ellison's former partner said, a deep, aching misery in his voice. "I'm really, really sorry."
And he sprayed the mace that was concealed in his hand directly into the sentinel's face.
Kith, or Kin