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Promissory by Ysone (G)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: N/A
Author on LJ: No
Author's Website: Ysone's Fanfic and Stuff
Why this story must be read: Ususlly kid-fic is one of those things I avoid like bare wires in a bathroom, but Promissory is one of the few stories I've read that had me crying like a teething baby.
Ysone is one of the best gen writers around. She has a special, light touch with the most intense angst that somehow plays on your emotions far more powerfully than more extreme h/c tales.
This story is, imo, one of her best. Touchingly and beautifully written. Guaranteed to break your heart.
Promissory
Pairing: N/A
Author on LJ: No
Author's Website: Ysone's Fanfic and Stuff
Why this story must be read: Ususlly kid-fic is one of those things I avoid like bare wires in a bathroom, but Promissory is one of the few stories I've read that had me crying like a teething baby.
Ysone is one of the best gen writers around. She has a special, light touch with the most intense angst that somehow plays on your emotions far more powerfully than more extreme h/c tales.
This story is, imo, one of her best. Touchingly and beautifully written. Guaranteed to break your heart.
Jim listened to the creak of metal as the door to the old car opened and then slammed shut, followed by soft footsteps heading for the building. Jim followed the sound of the footsteps as they ascended the steps, bypassing the elevator, then he quickly shifted his focus to the room below, using his hearing to determine that Brett slept on peacefully. Satisfied that all was as it should be, Jim settled himself again on the bed, closed his eyes and attempted to recapture sleep.
Blair quietly entered the loft and made his way across the darkened room to his bedroom. Jim unconsciously latched onto the soft sound of his Guide's heartbeat, and allowed it to lull him to sleep.
Jim opened his eyes and rolled over to check the clock. Barely an hour had elapsed since he had fallen asleep. From force of habit, he extended his senses in search of whatever had awakened him. A soft heartbeat met him from the bedroom below. Brett, he determined instantly. The gentle beat assured the Sentinel that the boy was sleeping soundly. He let his attention move to the stronger, more familiar rhythm of his Guide and was surprised to hear it coming, not from the bedroom, but from the bathroom.
Jim extended his hearing and picked up the soft sounds of ragged breathing. He sat up, instantly alert. Focusing in closer, Jim was caught unprepared as the shower came on with a loud squeak of protesting pipes. His senses reeled momentarily as he struggled to quickly readjust the dials. Once more in control, Jim rose from the bed and headed down the stairs. What in the hell was Sandburg doing taking a shower this time of the night?
Jim stopped just outside of the bathroom door. He was trying to decide his next move when his sensitive hearing picked up soft sobs just below the roar of the water. Damn. The kid was crying. Well, at least that explained the shower. Jim let his head fall soundlessly against the closed door and released a heavy sigh, guilty that Blair felt the need to hide his emotions beneath the sound of the falling water. It had to be difficult to live where not even a heart could beat in private.
Choosing to give Blair the solitude he evidently desired, Jim turned and headed back upstairs to bed, only to descend the stairs again a few minutes later. It was useless. The heartbreaking sobs from beneath the shower had continued too long for Jim to ignore. The detective took up residence on the couch to wait.
It was another fifteen minutes before Jim heard the shower shut off. Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Blair emerged in a billow of steam. Jim waited until the young man was almost to the doors of his bedroom before speaking.
"Not yet, Chief. We need to talk."
Blair quietly entered the loft and made his way across the darkened room to his bedroom. Jim unconsciously latched onto the soft sound of his Guide's heartbeat, and allowed it to lull him to sleep.
Jim opened his eyes and rolled over to check the clock. Barely an hour had elapsed since he had fallen asleep. From force of habit, he extended his senses in search of whatever had awakened him. A soft heartbeat met him from the bedroom below. Brett, he determined instantly. The gentle beat assured the Sentinel that the boy was sleeping soundly. He let his attention move to the stronger, more familiar rhythm of his Guide and was surprised to hear it coming, not from the bedroom, but from the bathroom.
Jim extended his hearing and picked up the soft sounds of ragged breathing. He sat up, instantly alert. Focusing in closer, Jim was caught unprepared as the shower came on with a loud squeak of protesting pipes. His senses reeled momentarily as he struggled to quickly readjust the dials. Once more in control, Jim rose from the bed and headed down the stairs. What in the hell was Sandburg doing taking a shower this time of the night?
Jim stopped just outside of the bathroom door. He was trying to decide his next move when his sensitive hearing picked up soft sobs just below the roar of the water. Damn. The kid was crying. Well, at least that explained the shower. Jim let his head fall soundlessly against the closed door and released a heavy sigh, guilty that Blair felt the need to hide his emotions beneath the sound of the falling water. It had to be difficult to live where not even a heart could beat in private.
Choosing to give Blair the solitude he evidently desired, Jim turned and headed back upstairs to bed, only to descend the stairs again a few minutes later. It was useless. The heartbreaking sobs from beneath the shower had continued too long for Jim to ignore. The detective took up residence on the couch to wait.
It was another fifteen minutes before Jim heard the shower shut off. Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Blair emerged in a billow of steam. Jim waited until the young man was almost to the doors of his bedroom before speaking.
"Not yet, Chief. We need to talk."
Promissory