The Blair Witch Project, by Corbeau (Adult-mild)

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Hi, I'm the_hobbet and I'm returning for another round of The Sentinel, my first love in fandom and one I return to frequently. I first rec'd in March 2006 and there have been a lot of great stories rec'd since then. So this will be an eclectic month - some gen, some slash, some lesser known authors, and some previously unrec'd stories by old favorites. I hope you will find something new to enjoy or be reminded of a great story that needs to be reread. If you haven't discovered The Sentinel yet, you are in for a treat. Give these stories a try, as well as some of the over 350 stories previously listed here. This is a fandom rich in wonderful writers.

Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: Medium
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: 852 Prospect Listing
Why this must be read:

Considering the name of one of The Sentinel's leading characters and its sometimes supernatural overtones, it was inevitable that an author would use "Blair Witch..." as a title. The title fits, but this isn't a take-off on the movie.

Blair's old friend Ivy returns to Cascade and notices something about the relationship between Jim and Blair she thinks needs intervention. Corbeau tells a sweet story with heart and humor. Enjoy.

Let The Blair Witch Project cast a spell on you

She looked at her watch. "And I'm due to meet some colleagues in about ten minutes to review a presentation we're doing at eight. I wish we could catch up but I've really got to go. I hope room 276 isn't too hard to find."

"Piece of cake. Turn right when you get off the elevator, it's the second door on the left. Are you part of the presentation on minority religions? I'll be in the audience. Jim, have you got a card?"

Ivy watched as Jim handed Blair a business card and a pen. "If that was supposed to make me relax, it's not working. You probably know more about the topic than most of the presenters. You should be teaching the thing."

The sudden emotional wave was so palpable she almost flinched. Blair was writing on the card, eyes downcast. His hand stilled for a fraction of a second, then continued writing. Jim's face had lost its polite mask. He looked at his smaller friend with a complex mixture of guilt and pain and...tenderness? Then his gaze rose to meet hers with a split-second of blazing anger, quickly banked...but that split-second was enough to make her heart rate and breathing speed up in what she recognized as a classic fight-or-flight reaction. What had she said, or done, to anger a man she'd just met? A simple greeting to an old friend had somehow turned into a stroll through a war zone. She didn't know who was fighting, or which side she was supposed to be on, or who were the good guys or the bad. The only thing that was clear was the fact that the battlefield had been mined.

The Blair Witch Project