Title: Untitled
Author: Cynthia
Warning: This hasn't been beta read by anyone other then my computers spell checker. Also this was written after taking a week of finals and being burnt out.
Disclaimer: I don't own them or anything to do with them.
Feedback is always welcomed.

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Blair reached over and picked the phone up without his eyes ever leaving the computer screen. He needed to finish writing up the test for his Anthropology class before tomorrow so he could get it off to the printers. At this rate he wasn't going to have it finished. First the Dean of Students had come by, then Jim had called, next Simon called wanting to know when he was going to finish helping him with his computer, and in between all of that, eight students had shown up wanting various things explained to them.
Not that Blair didn't want to explain it to them, but he needed to get this done.

"Blair Sandburg here. How can I help you?" 'Man, I'm starting to sound like one of those people on an answering service,' Blair thought to himself.

"This is Matt Timons from the Rainbow Heights retreat. I'm calling about Naomi Sandburg. I'm looking for her next of kin."

Blair looked away from the computer screen and starred at the phone. He didn't want to ask what had happened to his mother because something in the pit of his stomach told him that it wasn't good. "I'm her son."

"I'm afraid Mr. Sandburg that there has been an accident up here and your mother has been killed."

"What happened?" Blair didn't tune everything out after that, but it was close. He made the appropriate comments when needed, but if anyone asked him what was said and what he said, he wouldn't of been able to answer them. Everything was a blur.

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Jim walked up the stairs to the loft read to chew Blair out for not showing up at the station like he said he would. Jim knew that Blair was home watching TV just from listening. He took the stairs instead of the elevator hoping that the exercise would help him calm down some before he said something he would regret later.

"Sandburg," Jim called as he entered the loft. He spotted Blair sitting on the couch watching TV. "What happened to you today? I thought that you were going to come help me with some reports and then go talk to Mrs. Kimbles. She won't talk to anyone but you." Jim's irritation at Blair's lack of appearance today only grew as his guide ignored him. "Look I don't care what you do on your time, but next time you say your coming to the station come."

"Naomi is dead." Jim barely heard the whispered words. "There was an accident at the retreat she was at. The roof of the building she was staying in, collapsed."

"God Chief I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do." Jim sat down next to his guide and turned off the TV. He then turned to look Blair in the face and was startled by what he saw. Blair had this blank look on his face and his eyes looked dead.

"Nothing at the moment."

"What's this?" Jim asked reaching for the photo album by Blair's side.

"Naomi... Mom loves... loved to take photographs." Blair reached and took the photo album from Jim's hands and flipped it open. "I had forgotten that I had this in my office. After the call I went searching for it." Blair continued to turn the pages until he reached the one he wanted. A small smile crossed his face only to be replaced almost instantly by that blank look. "This picture was taken when I was 16. It was taken about a months before I left for college. She was so proud of me that she decided that we had to go out and celebrate. We packed a lunch and went out to nearby lake. When we got there the lake was covered in swans. Mom pulled out her camera and started taken pictures. By evening the swans were still there. It was beautiful. The sunset reflecting off the water and the swans would take off and land again. There were in perfect harmony as they did this. The wind would blow through the trees and a swans would take off. They that one landed another would take off. It kept going on like this well into night fall. Mom said that, that's how we should live life. Perfect harmony between everything."

Jim listened to Blair talk and realized that his notions of Naomi were wrong. He had always thought that Blair had missed out on so many things by not having a stable home, but he realized now that Naomi had shown him the world and then handed it to him with her enthusiasm and strength. Jim flipped a few pages in the photo album when Blair finished talking and was able to live that day with him. "What about this picture?" Jim asked pointing to a younger Blair with a monkey sitting on his head.

"We spent a week in South America when I was 12 and..."

As the night went on the Jim listened to Blair describe his life with his mother and watched as Blair lost that blank look with each picture. Jim realized that the best way to help his guide recover from this loss, was to sit by his side and listen.

The End