Doppelganger by PsychGirl (NC-17)

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I’m baaaack! June is a great month in the TS fandom; so many themes to celebrate. Dads and Grads -- always good fodder for fanfic. But June also means Moonridge. Garett Maggart hosts Sentinel Day every June at the Moonridge Animal Rescue in California. Our fandom supports GM by raising money  through an online auction, as well as showing up on the day to party. There’s still a bit of time left before this year’s auction closes, so expect at least a few Moonridge-related stories.

Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Blair/Jim
Length: 24,000 words
Author on LJ: snycock 
Author Website:  At the ASR3 archive  and at 852 prospect
Why this must be read:   Because I’ve always admired writers who can come up with stories “on demand” and make it their own. 

 

A great example is one of our very talented authors, PsychGirl, aka snycock on Dreamwidth. A year ago, I recommended a story called “Every Purpose Under Heaven”. If you’ve read it, you probably liked it.  As a Moonridge offering, she wrote a story within the EPUH universe, this time going  back to the hectic days where Blair is struggling to balance a new career, a new love life and live up to the mantle of shaman placed on him by Incacha.  A serial killer shows up who tests all of Blair’s fledgling skills. 

 

 

 

Jim was completely still, his head turned towards Blair, his right foot slightly raised. He wasn’t blinking, and wasn’t having trouble balancing. He didn’t even look like he was breathing. He was frozen between one step and the next, like a fly in amber.

Fear tightened Blair’s stomach, prickled along the back of his neck. What the fuck was going on?

“Hey, mister,” a small voice piped up behind him.

He spun around, nearly tripping over his own feet when he saw the young boy standing behind him. A young boy in jeans and a striped polo shirt, with black hair and round brown eyes.

“Mister, can you help me?” the kid asked. “I think I’m lost.”

His heart lurched and he did a double-take, looking over to where the body lay, then back to the kid. “Tommy?” he gasped. “Tommy Calhoun?”

“That’s right,” the kid said, his face splitting in a bright smile. “Can you help me?”

Blair’s throat grew dry. He’d been afraid of something like this happening ever since Incacha had passed the way of the shaman on to him. “Help you? W-what makes you think I can help you?”

His stomach churned with apprehension. It wasn’t that he hadn’t taken Incacha seriously that day in the loft. It was pretty hard not to take someone seriously when they were leaving bloody fingerprints on your arm. But he’d been so focused on helping Jim find the Chopec and bring Incacha and Janet’s killer to justice that he hadn’t really stopped to think about what the practical job duties of a shaman would be.

 

PsychGirl sustains a nice tension throughout and makes great use of minor canon characters, including one I've never seen in another story. I’ve already told her this begs for a follow-up, or even a prequel. This universe has got a lot of potential 

 

You don’t have to read “Every Purpose” first, but it’s here  if you wish. You also don’t need to belong to Dreamwidth to read *or* comment on the story. So if you like it, don’t forget that feedback always makes an author’s day. Enjoy!

Doppelganger