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River's Edge by LRH Balzer (PG)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: None (GEN)
Length: ~ 11, 270 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: http://members.shaw.ca/LRHBalzer/sentinelfanfic.htm
River's Edge
Why this must be read: This is a sweet and angsty little story about Blair's continuing recovery from the various things that have happened to him in his time as Jim's partner. Lois' has a lovely way with description and it's easy to imagine yourself in each scene as it unfolds.
The last year had been filled with new experiences, few of them pleasant. Imprisoned, threatened with death, trapped in an elevator, drugged, shot at, beaten. Two bullets stopped by a flak jacket, but still a serious enough injury with bruised ribs. One bullet through his leg. Three concussions--at least--one of them in woods not unlike the area they were now in, when Simon had been kidnapped a few weeks earlier.
That one had scared Jim the most. Within the space of six hours, Blair had a minor head injury from their jump from a cliff, he was attacked by two local rednecks and knocked unconscious, shot by an escaped convict, dragged from a smoke-filled mine, then caught in a dynamite explosion. They'd had to airlift Blair out and it was hours before Jim had been able to make it to the hospital to check on him.
Blair insisted he was fine now, but there was a hesitant distance in his Guide's eyes that troubled Jim. On the surface, maybe everything was fine, but inside . . . Well, Jim didn't know exactly what the problem was, or if time was the only cure.
Simon Banks carried his own scars from that encounter. Aside from some bad bruising and some minor cuts and scrapes, he wasn't physically injured, but the psychological terror was draining. Simon was the reason they were out here now. He needed to get away, doing something he enjoyed, and this time, Daryl had asked to come along, as if he realized how close his father had once again come to dying. Shortly after they had returned from the infamous Peru vacation, Simon had been accused of murder and injured while at his high school reunion. Daryl had found out about it all when a reporter stuck a mike in his face and asked how he felt about his father being shot and then burning down his hometown's largest hotel.
Jim touched on them each briefly--one beside him now, one at the campsite, and Daryl walking in between, stealthfully making his way along the banks of the river, probably getting ready to attack Blair in retaliation for an earlier sneak attack of Sandburg's. Simon, Daryl, and Blair--all in need of healing.
And me? He smiled grimly, then closed his eyes and let the gentle heat from the setting sun caress his eyelids. This is what I need. To feel again.
Pairing: None (GEN)
Length: ~ 11, 270 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: http://members.shaw.ca/LRHBalzer/sentinelfanfic.htm
River's Edge
Why this must be read: This is a sweet and angsty little story about Blair's continuing recovery from the various things that have happened to him in his time as Jim's partner. Lois' has a lovely way with description and it's easy to imagine yourself in each scene as it unfolds.
The last year had been filled with new experiences, few of them pleasant. Imprisoned, threatened with death, trapped in an elevator, drugged, shot at, beaten. Two bullets stopped by a flak jacket, but still a serious enough injury with bruised ribs. One bullet through his leg. Three concussions--at least--one of them in woods not unlike the area they were now in, when Simon had been kidnapped a few weeks earlier.
That one had scared Jim the most. Within the space of six hours, Blair had a minor head injury from their jump from a cliff, he was attacked by two local rednecks and knocked unconscious, shot by an escaped convict, dragged from a smoke-filled mine, then caught in a dynamite explosion. They'd had to airlift Blair out and it was hours before Jim had been able to make it to the hospital to check on him.
Blair insisted he was fine now, but there was a hesitant distance in his Guide's eyes that troubled Jim. On the surface, maybe everything was fine, but inside . . . Well, Jim didn't know exactly what the problem was, or if time was the only cure.
Simon Banks carried his own scars from that encounter. Aside from some bad bruising and some minor cuts and scrapes, he wasn't physically injured, but the psychological terror was draining. Simon was the reason they were out here now. He needed to get away, doing something he enjoyed, and this time, Daryl had asked to come along, as if he realized how close his father had once again come to dying. Shortly after they had returned from the infamous Peru vacation, Simon had been accused of murder and injured while at his high school reunion. Daryl had found out about it all when a reporter stuck a mike in his face and asked how he felt about his father being shot and then burning down his hometown's largest hotel.
Jim touched on them each briefly--one beside him now, one at the campsite, and Daryl walking in between, stealthfully making his way along the banks of the river, probably getting ready to attack Blair in retaliation for an earlier sneak attack of Sandburg's. Simon, Daryl, and Blair--all in need of healing.
And me? He smiled grimly, then closed his eyes and let the gentle heat from the setting sun caress his eyelids. This is what I need. To feel again.