A Sense of Home by Debbie

A Sense of Home - Debbie

Blair Sandburg walked from the classroom, heading towards his office. It had been a long day of dealing with students and faculty members and Blair was looking forward to finishing up what needed to be done in his office and heading towards home.

Home. It was a special word to Blair these days. Growing up, it never meant much because Blair and his mother, Naomi, moved around a lot, never staying in one place for very long. There was no opportunity to establish a home. There were just places to settle for short periods of time. It helped to develop Blair’s love of travel and adventure, but gave him no sense of roots or permanence.

Blair began to understand about roots and having a place to call home when he started at Rainier University. He loved his studies and developed lifelong friends with both students and faculty. He learned about Cascade and the surrounding area, finding places where he didn’t want to leave. He had decided years ago that he could stay in Cascade, stay in one place for a while.

Then, Blair had met Jim Ellison. The living embodiment of his field of study. A living, breathing, honest to goodness Sentinel. And Blair knew he didn’t want to ever leave Cascade. Not as long as Jim was here. Truth be told, it was love at first sight for Blair, but he was sure Jim wouldn’t go for someone like him. Over the years their friendship grew and Blair knew that he was going to have a problem being objective on his thesis, given the fact that Jim was basis of his research.

The rough patch in their friendship occurred when Alex Barnes arrived in Cascade. For some time, Jim had been acting strange. Blair always had to push Jim to talk about things and most of the time; Jim just ignored Blair and remained tight-lipped. Jim never did want to explore the mystical side of his abilities and would scoff at Blair when he tried to discuss it. It frustrated Blair, but he understood that Jim just wasn’t comfortable with something he couldn’t identify or express.

That morning at the fountain, Blair thought he was going to die. When he woke on the ground and saw Jim there, he knew everything was going to be fine. He thought then that Jim finally understood all that he had been saying. Blair thought Jim would accept all aspects of being a Sentinel. It took more heartache before Jim and Blair could discuss what was really going on in their lives. It took public exposure of Jim’s abilities and vulnerabilities for Jim to understand. To understand that Blair was not going to leave him like everyone else. Blair was going to be there every day, if Jim wanted him to be.

Jim and Blair weathered the dissertation disaster, even though Blair had a momentary thought of leaving Cascade. He had lost everything. Or so he thought. But Jim told Blair that he wanted to make a go of things, if Blair still did. To Blair, it was a lifeline, just what he needed to keep his roots in Cascade. Together, they left Cascade, taking time for them. They started to talk, really talk and discovered it was love at first sight for both of them. They had wasted four years because both of them didn’t think the other would go for someone like them. They laughed for some time over that. The two of them made a plan of attack to deal with both the university and the revelation of Jim’s Sentinel abilities. Then they decided to explore each other.

When they returned to Cascade, about a week later, Jim and Blair were a force to be reckoned with. They took on the university, the publisher, and the media. In the end, Blair regained his status at Rainier, was allowed to alter his dissertation somewhat, get his doctorate, and become a professor. He had told Jim that he would go through firearms training and some other classes so he could be the best partner and backup he could be. The publisher, not wanting any more publicity, settled with Jim and Blair. It was substantial enough that they gave part of it away to the local food pantry. There was a news conference where Jim acknowledged that he did possess special abilities and even gave a short demonstration. Blair stood off to the side, just shaking his head. Jim seemed to enjoy the attention he received.

Blair taught at the university two to three days a week. However, if Jim needed him for a case, or he had problems, Blair was with Jim. He made it clear to the university that Jim came first. He always had someone to take over his classes if need be. Blair could tell that Jim relaxed even more at crime scenes when he had to use his senses. It was much easier to find clues now that Jim didn’t have to be cautious about what he did, or how he did it.

Blair reached his car and unlocked the driver’s side door. He had to smile as he slid in the front seat. His car, a reliable Ford Mustang, was a gift from Jim. Blair received it on their six-month anniversary as a couple. Blair took Jim on a week’s vacation to Las Vegas, his treat.

Before Blair started the car, he got out his cell phone and called Jim.

“Hey, Jim. Yeah, I’m just leaving the university. Do you need me to stop by the station?”

“No, Chief. Actually, I’m already home.”

“Did something happen? Are you okay?”

“Relax, Babe. I’m just fine. I finished the Johnson case, including all the reports and Simon let me leave early. I figured I’d come home and make dinner for a change.”

“Wow, Jim. I don’t know what to say. I’ll cut this short and be home in about fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect timing. See you soon, Babe.”

“I love you, Jim.”

“I love you, too.”

Blair put his phone away and started the car. He knew whatever Jim was making, would be wonderful. He wanted to get home as soon as possible.

As he walked off the elevator, Blair could smell the aroma of beef stew. “Hm-m-m. How did Jim know that I was hungry for beef stew?”

As he neared the apartment door, it suddenly opened and Jim stood there. Blair increased his step and practically launched himself into Jim’s arms. Jim was able to accept the assault and hugged Blair close to him, kissing him.

“You made it in almost record time. You didn’t speed, did you?”

“Of course not, Jim. I know a cop that would throw my ass in jail if I broke the law.”

Jim laughed. “Let’s get inside. Dinner’s ready.”

“I could smell it. My favorite! Beef stew.”

“I know what you like.” Jim steered Blair inside the apartment.

“You know, I never told you that you made me feel welcome in your place from the beginning. You made it feel like a home and made me never want to leave.”

“I’m glad. I know there were times when I wasn’t proud of my actions towards you. At times, I thought I was going to push you away and that you would never come back.”

Blair pulled Jim towards him, hugging him tightly. “I’m never going to leave you, Jim. I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted right here, with you. You won’t be able to make me leave.”

“Sometimes, I think I don’t deserve you, Blair. But then I think I deserve to be happy, just like everyone else.”

Blair pushed Jim back, just a bit. “How about we eat. I’m starving.” At that time, a growl emanated from Blair’s stomach, attesting to his hunger.

“Well, I definitely don’t want to argue with that.”

They walked towards the table and sat down. Jim dished up a plate of beef stew for both of them. Blair quickly attacked the food.

“Fantastic as always, Sweet,” said Blair between bites of stew.

Jim smiled and nodded his head. Pleased with their lives and their love.

The end

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Acknowledgments: Thanks to Patt for the cover art.