Note: Spoiler to TSbyBS and a slight reference to S2. This is my first Sentinel story that I have written so be kind, but I would like constructive responses. It however is short, but I am working on several longer stories that got out on hold back I moved. So tell me if you like it or not.

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The True Events of TSbyBS
By Cynthia

Blair walked out of the station trying to understand all that had happened. Everything he had worked for was gone, but now he was being given a chance that just a few weeks ago, he would of not though possible. They wanted him to become a cop. He was surprise that Naomi hadn't thrown a fit, but in fact she was surprised when he turned it down. In fact they had all been surprised except Jim. Jim seemed pleased.

It wasn't as if Blair was at all surprised by it. Even as his world came crashing down. Jim was finally loosing the thorn in his side. All he would have to do is go home, pack, and leave. Home! That was a laugh. The lost hadn't been home to Blair since the incident with Alex. No Jim had never really forgiven Blair for what had happened with the other Sentinel. Now this!

"Oh God, what have I done?" Blair asked himself as he sat down next to his car and started crying. He no longer had a job, a home, or his best friend. In a matter of just a few hundred paged, that had all been ripped away. Looking around suddenly, he saw Jim standing not to far away. Blair knew he had made the right decision about not becoming a cop when he saw the look of discus on Jim's face. He would never want a fraud for a partner; it was even worst them some 'Neo-hippie-flower-child' gradstudent as a one. "I'm sorry Jim," Blair apologized to his Sentinel. Jim just turned and walked away. Probably going home to pack up Blair's things, so he would never have to see him again. "You should of let me die at the fountain."

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Jim snapped awake from a sound sleep because of some noise. Extending his hearing, he listens for an intruder, but found none. Next he searched out Blair's heartbeat and found it racing. Quickly Jim was up and heading down the stairs before he even though about what he was doing. The door to Blair's room was open and Jim walked right in.

Adjusting his eyes to the darkness of Blair's room, Jim looked towards the bed where he found Sandburg. He was curled up into a ball and sobbing into his pillow. It wasn't until Jim moved closer to the bed that he felt the heat pouring off of his Guide. He knew the fever wasn't too high, but it was enough to inflict itself on Blair's dreams and give him nightmares.

"Blair, buddy, it all right," Jim said as he sat down on the side of Sandburg's bed and laid a hand on his forehead. He judged the kid's temperature to be about 101 degrees. Getting up from the bed, Jim left the bedroom to gather a few things he needed. The Sentinel walked back through the French doors and placed a bowl of water, a glass of water, Tylenol, and a wash cloth on the nightstand before sitting back down.

"I'm sorry Jim," Blair muttered as he turned his head from side to side.

"Sorry for what Chief," Jim wondered, but he knew of nothing that Blair could of done that he needed to apologize for. Laying a now wet wash cloth on Blair's forehead, Jim tried once again to wake his Guide. "It's all right Blair. What ever it is we'll deal with it. Come on wake up," Jim stated a little louder and shaking his Guide's a little. Sandburg didn't stir from the nightmare he was having. In fact it only got worst. His heartrate soared to the point that Jim started worrying and he started to hyperventilate.

"You should of let me die at the fountain," Sandburg sobbed.

Ellison flinched back at Blair's words. Concerned not only with Blair's health but also with his state of mind, Jim hauled the anthropologist into a sitting position to wake him up. "Wake up," Jim yelled while punctuating his words by shaking his partner. Finally the Sandburg started to wake up from the nightmare to Jim's relief.

"J...im?" Blair whispered, unsure of himself.

"Yea it's me buddy. Are you all right?" Jim asked as he laid Blair back down on the bed.

Blair looked at Jim trying to understand the Sentinel's words, but everything was all muddled. What he did remember was the look on Jim's face the last time he saw him. Looking around he knew he was at the loft and not at the police station. "How did we get here?" Blair asked.

"We drove here," Jim said with a touch of fear in his voice. "Don't you remember. We caught Zeller and Simon sent us home, telling us the take the weekend off."

"Simon's in the hospital along with Megan. Zeller shot them," Blair said.

"Chief both Megan and Simon are fine. The bullet missed them both. I know it was close, but trust me they were not shot. Is that what you're nightmare was about?" Jim asked.

Blair listened to what Jim said and the true memories of what had transpired made Blair relax. "A god what a nightmare,' Blair muttered.

"Want to tell me about it," Jim said. He picked the wash cloth up and dipped it into the water. Then replaced it on Blair's forehead.

"Well it started with me finishing my dissertation and then mom sent it in without my permission. They published it. That's when you started to hate me and they got shot. You couldn't help them because of all the news people who were questioning you about our senses. Zeller kept getting away. You just hated me cause I messed everything up," Blair commented.

"Well Chief I don't hate you and I never could."

"I knew the only way to correct things at that point was to say my dissertation was a fraud. I did so and lost everything. My job friends and home. I mean Simon gave me a chance to become a cop, but I was a fraud. Everything was gone. And well you still didn't like me. You didn't want me as a partner," Blair sobbed out.

Jim's heart broke as he listened to Blair tell him about his dream. Moving around, Jim placed his back against the headboard of Blair's bed and pulled his Guide into his arms. "Ssshhh... I could never hate you and there is no one else that I want as my partner. Have you finished your dissertation?"

"Yes, Blair said barring his head into Jim's chest. "Both of them."

"Both of them?" Jim was confused at that statement.

"I knew that I could never publish my Sentinel's paper, so I wrote one on Closed Societies. I just got done defending it when the Zeller case came up. I guess all the worrying I've done over if it was going to be excepted or not finally caught up to me," Blair laughed.

"You might be right Chief," Jim said, but he knew that they had things to discuss. Everything that Blair had said was things that he was genuinely concerned about. The fact that Blair was still unsure about where their friendship stood with Jim made the Sentinel cringe. He was hoping they had gotten over all this after they caught Alex.

Blair sighted knowing that tone in Jim's voice that promised that his subject wasn't over. Moving around a bit, he settled himself to got back to sleep, using Jim as a pillow. "Whatever big guy," came Blair's sleepily rely.

Ellison looked down at his partner and smiled. Blair's fever was down a bit and he had fallen back to sleep. Sitting up a bit, Jim moved a pillow behind his back before sitting back. Once comfortable, he wrapped an arm around Blair's waist and closed his own eyes. As much as he knew his back would hate him in the morning, Jim had no plans on leaving his guide alone. They were bound to each other of an eternity, and Jim would never turn his back on Blair again.

The End