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Equilibrium by Lamardeuse (NC-17)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: Huge, couldn’t find a word count, but it has to be at least 300k
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lamardeuse
Author Website: dreamhost
Why this must be read: Because enough of the short stuff, let’s put a bit of meat on those Sentinel bones. One thing I love about TS is the number of superb looooong stories out there, and before I’d even seen an episode, I’d read this glorious post-TSbyBS epic three times. Why? Because it’s by Lamardeuse and that really should be explanation enough. But if it’s not, then because it’s a plotty, first-time fic that has EVERYTHING you could possibly ask for – angst (the dial is up to 11 with ol’ Jim here at times:)), great characterisation, warm wit, a struggling Jim, Blair at the Academy, and h/c galore. You fall in, then emerge blinking and with a goofy smile on your face a couple of days later.
A taste, from near the beginning. Blair is finding the PT at the Academy a tad difficult...
******
Sitting sprawled on the living room floor, he tried one last time to stretch his aching leg muscles, but they screamed at him so loudly he wondered if some of Jim’s abilities had rubbed off on him. Giving up, he flopped back onto the hardwood and closed his eyes.
Dimly, he registered the sound of the key turning in the lock, but he couldn’t make himself care. Crisp, even footsteps echoed in his ears, then:
“Sandburg? Blair? Oh, my God!”
Weakly, he raised a hand, both to let Jim know he was all right and to fend him off. Whenever the other man worried that Blair was injured, he tended to do stupid things like touch him to check if he was still alive. Blair was sure that if Jim laid a hand on him he’d turn into one huge, convulsing spasm.
“’Malright,” he muttered, opening his eyes to meet Jim’s clear, pale gaze. “Gym.”
Jim stared at him, waiting.
“Oh. I mean, I just came from the gym,” he said stupidly. He tried to lever himself up, but his body had other ideas. A pained groan escaped his lips, and he subsided into wet noodle state again.
******
Equilibrium
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: Huge, couldn’t find a word count, but it has to be at least 300k
Author on LJ:
lamardeuseAuthor Website: dreamhost
Why this must be read: Because enough of the short stuff, let’s put a bit of meat on those Sentinel bones. One thing I love about TS is the number of superb looooong stories out there, and before I’d even seen an episode, I’d read this glorious post-TSbyBS epic three times. Why? Because it’s by Lamardeuse and that really should be explanation enough. But if it’s not, then because it’s a plotty, first-time fic that has EVERYTHING you could possibly ask for – angst (the dial is up to 11 with ol’ Jim here at times:)), great characterisation, warm wit, a struggling Jim, Blair at the Academy, and h/c galore. You fall in, then emerge blinking and with a goofy smile on your face a couple of days later.
A taste, from near the beginning. Blair is finding the PT at the Academy a tad difficult...
******
Sitting sprawled on the living room floor, he tried one last time to stretch his aching leg muscles, but they screamed at him so loudly he wondered if some of Jim’s abilities had rubbed off on him. Giving up, he flopped back onto the hardwood and closed his eyes.
Dimly, he registered the sound of the key turning in the lock, but he couldn’t make himself care. Crisp, even footsteps echoed in his ears, then:
“Sandburg? Blair? Oh, my God!”
Weakly, he raised a hand, both to let Jim know he was all right and to fend him off. Whenever the other man worried that Blair was injured, he tended to do stupid things like touch him to check if he was still alive. Blair was sure that if Jim laid a hand on him he’d turn into one huge, convulsing spasm.
“’Malright,” he muttered, opening his eyes to meet Jim’s clear, pale gaze. “Gym.”
Jim stared at him, waiting.
“Oh. I mean, I just came from the gym,” he said stupidly. He tried to lever himself up, but his body had other ideas. A pained groan escaped his lips, and he subsided into wet noodle state again.
******
Equilibrium